I know by the experience of those days how a poor man feels, and never wish to forget it.

I still owe you my after-dinner speech, but you must let me off, for I can't speak your language fluently.

In brief, I wish you the recovery of your health, Pellican, and you a joyous life of happiness and honor, my worthy comrade.

What is your name ?" "Hans Eitelfritz von der Lucke, from Colln on the Spree," replied the soldier.

"And, no offence, Herr Moor, God will care for the monks, but there were three poor invalid fellows in your cart.