"I have fairly lost my good spirits through all this.

It seizes upon me so strangely when I see misery and genius mated.

Once there came to our estate in Jutland a man who played the Pandean-pipes, and at the same time beat the drum and cymbals: near him stood a little girl, and struck the triangle.

I was forced to weep over this spectacle; without understanding how it was, I felt the misery of the poor child.

I was myself yet a mere boy." "He looked so comic in the big boots that I became quite merry, and not grave," said Wilhelm.