'out, what mystic influences does it not send inwards, even to the centre; especially in those plastic first-times, when the 'whole soul is yet infantine, soft, and the invisible seed-grain will 'grow to be an all-overshadowing tree! Names? Could I un'fold the influence of Names, which are the most important of all clothings, I were a second greater Trismegistus. Not only all common Speech, but Science, Poetry itself is no other, if 'thou consider it, than a right Naming. Adam's first task was 'giving names to natural Appearances: what is ours still but a 'continuation of the same; be the appearances exotic-vegetable, 'organic, mechanic, stars, or starry movements (as in Science); or (as in Poetry) passions, virtues, calamities, God-attributes, 'Gods ?—In a very plain sense the Proverb says, Call one a thief, and he will steal; in an almost similar sense, may we not per'haps say, Call one Diogenes Teufelsdröckh, and he will open the Philosophy of Clothes.' Sim

Meanwhile the incipient Diogenes, like others, all ignorant of 'his Why, his How or Whereabout, was opening his eyes to the 'kind Light; sprawling out his ten fingers and toes; listening, tasting, feeling; in a word, by all his Five Senses, still more by his sixth Sense of Hunger, and a whole infinitude of inward, 'spiritual, half-awakened Senses, endeavouring daily to acquire 'for himself some knowledge of this strange Universe where he 'had arrived, be his task therein what it might. Infinite was his 'his progress; thus in some fifteen months, he could perform the 'the miracle of-Speech! To breed a fresh Soul, is it not like 'brooding a fresh (celestial) Egg; wherein as yet all is formless; 'powerless; yet by degrees organic elements and fibres shoot 'through the watery albumen; and out of vague Sensation, grows Thought, grows Fantasy and Force, and we have Philoso'phies, Dynasties, nay Poetries and Religions!

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'Young Diogenes, or rather young Gneschen, for by such 'diminutive had they in their fondness named him, travelled for'ward to those high consummations, by quick yet easy stages. The Futterals, to avoid vain talk, and moreover keep the roll of 'gold Friedrichs safe, gave out that he was a grand-nephew; the orphan of some sister's daughter, suddenly deceased, in An'dreas's distant Prussian birth-land; of whom, as of her indi

'gent sorrowing widower, little enough was known at Entep'fuhl. Heedless of all which, the Nurseling took to his spoon'meat, and throve. I have heard him noted as a still infant, that 'kept his mind much to himself; above all, that seldom or never 'cried. He already felt that time was precious; that he had other work cut out for him than whimpering.'

Such, after utmost painful search and collation among these miscellaneous Paper-masses, is all the notice we can gather of Herr Teufelsdröckh's genealogy. More imperfect, more enigmatic it can seem to few readers than to us. The Professor, in/ whom truly we more and more discern a certain satirical turn, and deep under-currents of roguish whim, for the present stands pledged in honour, so we will not doubt him: but seems it not conceivable that, by the 'good Gretchen Futteral,' or some other perhaps interested party, he has himself been deceived? Should these sheets, translated or not, ever reach the Entepfuhl Circulating-Library, some cultivated native of that district might feel called to afford explanation. Nay, since Books, like invisible scouts, permeate the whole habitable globe, and Tombuctoo itself is not safe from Britith Literature, may not some Copy find out even the mysterious Basket-bearing stranger, who in a state of extreme senility perhaps still exists; and gently force even him to disclose himself; to claim openly a son, in whom any father may feel pride?

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CHAPTER II.

IDYLLIC

'HAPPY season of Childhood!' exclaims Teufelsdröckh : 'Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor 'man's hut with auroral radiance; and for thy Nurseling hast 'provided a soft swathing of Love and infinite Hope, wherein he 'waxes and slumbers, danced-round (umgäukelt) by sweetest 'Dreams If the paternal Cottage still shuts us in, its roof still screens us; with a Father we have as yet a prophet, priest and king, and an Obedience that makes us Free. The young spirit 'has awakened out of Eternity, and knows not what we mean by Time; as yet Time is no fast-hurrying stream, but a sportful 'sunlit ocean; years to the child are as ages: ah! the secret of 'Vicissitude, of that slower or quicker decay and ceaseless down'rushing of the universal World-fabric, from the granite moun'tain to the man or day-moth, is yet unknown; and in a motion'less Universe, we taste, what afterwards in this quick-whirling Universe is forever denied us, the balm of Rest. Sleep on, 'fair Child, for thy long rough journey is at hand! A little while, and thou too shalt sleep no more, but thy very dreams 'shall be mimic battles; thou too, with old Arnauld, wilt have to 6 say in stern patience: "Rest? Rest? Shall I not have all Eternity to rest in ?" Celestial Nepenthe! though a Pyrrhus. an Alexander sack the world, he finds

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In such rose-coloured light does our Professor, as Poets are wont, look back on his childhood; the historical details of which (to say nothing of much other vague oratorical matter) he accordingly dwells on, with an almost wearisome minuteness. We hear of Entepfuhl standing in trustful derangement' among the woody slopes; the paternal Orchard flanking it as extrême outpost from below; the little Kuhbach gushing kindly by, among beech-rows, through river after river, into the Donau, into the Black Sea, into the Atmosphere and Universe; and how the brave old Linden,' stretching like a parasol of twenty ells in radius, overtopping all other rows and clumps, towered up from the central Agora and Campus Martius of the Village, like its Sacred Tree and how the old man sat talking under its shadow (Gneschen often greedily listening), and the wearied labourers reclined, and the unwearied children sported, and the young men and maidens often danced to flute-music. Glorious summer twi'lights,' cries Teufelsdröckh, 'when the Sun like a proud Con'queror and Imperial Taskmaster turned his back, with his gold'purple emblazonry, and all his fire-clad bodyguard (of Prismatic 'Colours); and the tired brickmakers of this clay Earth might 'steal a little frolic, and those few meek Stars would not tell of 'them!'

Then we have long details of the Weinlesen (Vintage), the Harvest-Home, Christmas, and so forth; with a whole cycle of the Entepfuhl Children's-games, differing apparently by mere superficial shades from those of other countries. Concerning all which, we shall here, for obvious reasons, say nothing. What cares the world for our as yet miniature Philosopher's achievements under that brave old Linden?' Or even where is the use of such practical reflections as the following? In all the sports of Chil'dren, were it only in their wanton breakages and defacements, you shall discern a creative instinct (schaffeden Trieb): the Man'kin feels that he is a born Man, that his vocation is to Work. The choicest present you can make him is a Tool, be it knife or pen-gun, for construction or f or for destruction; either way it is 'for Work, for Change. In gregarious sports of skill or strength, 'the Boy trains himself to Co-operation, for war or peace, as gov

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ernor or governed the little Maid again, provident of her domestic destiny, takes with preference to Dolls.'

Perhaps, however, we may give this anecdote, considering who it is that relates it: My first short-clothes were of yellow serge; 'or rather, I should say, my first short cloth, for the vesture was 6 one and indivisible, reaching from neck to ankle, a mere body 'with four limbs of which fashion how little could I then divine 'the architectural, how much less the moral significance !'

More graceful is the following little picture: 'On fine even'ings I was wont to carry forth my supper (bread-crumb boiled in milk), and eat it out of doors. On the coping of the Or'chard wall, which I could reach by climbing, or still more easily 'if Father Andreas would set up the pruning ladder, my porrin'ger was placed: there, many a sunset, have I, looking at the 'distant western Mountains, consumed, not without relish, my ' evening meal. Those hues of gold and azure, that hush of 'World's expectation as Day died, were still a Hebrew Speech 'for me; nevertheless I was looking at the fair illuminated Letters, and had an eye for their gilding.'

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With the little one's friendship for cattle and poultry,' we shall not much intermeddle. It may be that hereby he acquired a certain deeper sympathy with animated Nature;' but when, we would ask, saw any man, in a collection of Biographical Documents, such a piece as this: Impressive enough (bedeutungsvoll) 'was it to hear, in early morning, the Swineherd's horn; and 'know that so many hungry happy quadrupeds were, on all sides, 'starting in hot haste to join him, for breakfast on the Heath. 'Or to see them, at eventide, all marching in again, with short 'squeak, almost in military order; and each, topographically correct, trotting off in succession to the right or left, through its ' own lane, to its own dwelling; till old Kunz, at the Villagehead, now left alone, blew his last blast, and retired for the 'night. We are wont to love the Hog chiefly in the form of 'Ham; yet did not these bristly thick-skinned beings here mani'fest intelligence, perhaps humour of character; at any rate, a 'touching, trustful submissiveness to Man,-who were he but a 'Swineherd, in darned gabardine, and leather breeches more re

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