Es wohnen die hohen Gedanken In einem hohen Haus. Ich klopfte, doch immer hiess es: Die Herrschaft fuhr eben aus Nun klopf ich ganz bescheiden Bei kleineren Leuten an. Ein Stuckel Brod, ein Groschen Ernahren auch ihren Mann."

Halt dein Rosslein nur im Zugel, Kommst ja doch nicht allzuweit. Hinter jedem neuen Hugel Dehnt sich die Unendlichkeit."

Kein Ding sieht so aus, wie es ist. Am wenigsten der Mensch, dieser lederne Sack voller Kniffe und Pfiffe. Und auch abgesehen von den Kapriolen und Masken der Eitelkeit. Immer, wenn man Was wissen will, muss man sich auf die zweifelhafte Dienerschaft des Kopfes und der Kopfe verlassen und erfahrt nie recht, was passirt ist."

With a pipe between his lips, Two young dogs upon his hips, Jogs along old Caspar Sly; How that man can smoke, -oh, my But although the pipe-bowl glows Red and hot beneath his nose; Yet his heart is icy-cold; How can earth such wretches hold "Of what earthly use to me Can such brutes," he mutters, "be? Do they earn their vittles? No 'Tis high time I let 'em go. What you don't want, fling away Them's my sentiments, I say "

Ah, how oft we read or hear of Boys we almost stand in fear of For example, take these stories Of two youths, named Max and Maurice,

Hail Muse etc. Bring me Peggy, My antient steed, now somewhat leggy; Not him who on Parnassus green Erst fed, and drank of Hippocrene; But such, as to supply the trade, At Nuremburg by scores are made.- I mount him, and will now indite A Bee-book for my own delight, I'll sing of Johnny Dull: his pig, Made by his bees exceeding big; And of his daughter fair Christine, Of her queer lover Dicky Dean, And of his nephew rogue Eugene- Of honey-robbers I will tell, And bears, and bull-frogs, ghosts as well- All which my readers may discover Who con this true tale ten times over- Or make ten other...