I had never seen any human being die, and the first, the very first, was he, my father." Georg paused, and deeply moved, passed his hand over his eyes.
"Your father!" cried Barbara, in a tone of cordial sympathy, breaking the silence.

"If we can judge the tree by the apple, he was surely a splendid man." The Junker again raised his head, exclaiming with sparkling eyes: "Unite every good and noble quality, and embody them in the form of a tall, handsome man, then you will have the image of my father;--and I might tell you of my mother--" "Is she still alive ?" asked Peter.
"God grant it!" exclaimed the young man.

"I have heard nothing from my family for two months.

That is hard.

Pleasures smile along every path, and I like my profession of soldier, but it often grieves me sorely to hear so little from home.