Nil desperandum.

Nihil fit!" said the Boy, enthusiastically.

The Philosopher gazed at the Child.

A strange presence seemed to transfuse and possess him.

Over the brow of the Boy glittered the pale nimbus of the Student.
"Ah, and Schiller's Robbers, too ?" queried the Philosopher.
"Das ist ausgespielt," said the Boy, modestly.
"Then you have read my translation of Schiller's Ballads ?" continued the Baronet, with some show of interest.
"I have, and infinitely prefer them to the original," said the Boy, with intellectual warmth.