The ever-fluctuating vicissitudes of human life had once more scattered our little group of friends asunder. Sylvester had gone back to his country home; Ottmar had travelled away on business, and so had Cyprian; Vincent was still in the town, but (after his accustomed fashion) he had disappeared in the turmoil, and was nowhere to be seen; Lothair was nursing Theodore, who had been laid on a bed of sickness by a malady long struggled against, which was destined to keep him there for a considerable time.
The ever-fluctuating vicissitudes of human life had once more scattered our little group of friends asunder. Sylvester had gone back to his country ho...
Die Unglucksfalle des Studenten Anselmus. Des Konrektors Paulmann Sanitatsknaster und die goldgrunen Schlangen. Am Himmelfahrtstage, Nachmittags um drei Uhr rannte ein junger Mensch in Dresden durchs schwarze Tor und geradezu in einen Korb mit Apfeln und Kuchen hinein, die ein altes hassliches Weib feilbot, so dass Alles, was der Quetschung glucklich entgangen, hinausgeschleudert wurde, und die Strassenjungen sich lustig in die Beute teilten, die ihnen der hastige Herr zugeworfen."
Die Unglucksfalle des Studenten Anselmus. Des Konrektors Paulmann Sanitatsknaster und die goldgrunen Schlangen. Am Himmelfahrtstage, Nachmittags um dr...
Der kleine Wechselbalg. - Dringende Gefahr einer Pfarrersnase. - Wie Furst Paphnutius in seinem Lande die Aufklarung einfuhrte und die Fee Rosabelverde in ein Frauleinstift kam."
Der kleine Wechselbalg. - Dringende Gefahr einer Pfarrersnase. - Wie Furst Paphnutius in seinem Lande die Aufklarung einfuhrte und die Fee Rosabelverd...
My life, from my fourth to my sixteenth year, was spent at a lonely farm-house, on the banks of the river Saale, near the Cistertian Monastery of Kreuzberg. The house, though not large, had once been the residence of a baronial family, that was now extinct, and of whose representatives strange stories were narrated. Of course, therefore, their castle was gloomy; of course, also, said to be haunted, and its immediate environs were in keeping with the character of the principal mansion.
My life, from my fourth to my sixteenth year, was spent at a lonely farm-house, on the banks of the river Saale, near the Cistertian Monastery of Kreu...
Who is there, over the wide world, who has not, at one period or another, in a more or less degree, felt the mysterious influences of love?-Whoever thou art, then, courteous reader, who shalt, after the lapse of years, turn over these papers, recall, I beseech you, to recollection that noontide interval of dazzling brightness-contemplate once more that beautiful image, which came, like an impersonization of the abstract spirit of love, from divine regions, to meet you.
Who is there, over the wide world, who has not, at one period or another, in a more or less degree, felt the mysterious influences of love?-Whoever th...
The ever-fluctuating vicissitudes of human life had once more scattered our little group of friends asunder. Sylvester had gone back to his country home; Ottmar had travelled away on business, and so had Cyprian; Vincent was still in the town, but (after his accustomed fashion) he had disappeared in the turmoil, and was nowhere to be seen; Lothair was nursing Theodore, who had been laid on a bed of sickness by a malady long struggled against, which was destined to keep him there for a considerable time.
The ever-fluctuating vicissitudes of human life had once more scattered our little group of friends asunder. Sylvester had gone back to his country ho...
