You have a something of soft and flowing in your verses; them I understand altogether.

But there was Gottsched, one day, reading me his Translation of IPHIGENIE; I had the French Copy in my hand, and could not understand a word of him [a Swan of Saxony, laboring in vain that day]! They recommended me another Poet, one Peitsch [Herr Peitsch of Konigsberg, Hofrath, Doctor and Professor there, Gottsched's Master in Art; edited by Gottsched thirty years ago; now become a dumb idol, though at one time a god confessed]; him I flung away." GELLERT.

"IHRO MAJESTAT, him I also fling away." KING.

"Well, if I continue here, you must come again often; bring your FABLES with you, and read me something." GELLERT.

"I know not if I can read well; I have the singing kind of tone, native to the Hill Country." KING.