HOW DO? As once I walked contemplative In dirty Dublin street, I chanced, by good luck or by bad, He asked me how I was, and I And begged he 'd be so good as how "I do not know, I cannot say," "Yes, to be sure," said I, and bowed, And every time I 'm asked since then, And wish so wise were all my friends, Not to provoke with questions vain, Show me the man that how he is, Or how he is not, knows; And I'll show thee the stream that up Its native hill-side flows. Walking from BEILSTEIN to HEIMRIED (WÜRTTEMBERG), July 22, 1861. BELINDA from the glass turns wroth away, E'er casts upon a plain, truth-speaking book? ALITER. "Ha! false glass," Belinda cries, "I am not, if truth were told, Into shivers, as she spoke, With her hand the wroth maid broke Her too faithful glass and true: So, be sure, they 'll do to you, My too faithful book and true, Call you false, and, in a rage, Tear or blot or burn your page, And to hide their well earned shame, Vilify your author's name. Let them do it if they will; Mẻ, these times, they cannot kill, Cannot burn me at the stake, And truth's martyr of me make: So they'll wreak their wrath on you, My too faithful book and true. Walking from NECKARELZ to MUDAU (WÜRTTEMBERG), July 30, 1861. AN air balloon, it seemed, or diving-bell, Or skiff whose sails the wind with gentle swell Rigged, for the first time, out, in crinoline. "Fool!" to myself cried I, as from a dream Wakening alarmed, "few things are what they seem." Walking from NECKARELZ to Mudau (Württemberg), July 30, 1861. MOTTO FOR THE AUTHOR'S SIX PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE HEROIC TIMES. BEHOLD a new pump to the Mantuan spring! Drink, and be glad, as sparkling bright a draught As ever welled from the Maeonian fount, Or old, blind puritan's yet holier spring. Drink deep and drain the cup - there are no lees. LOBENSTEIN (REUSS), Sept. 14, 1861. UP to the ears, I have heard it said, A man may be in love, A man may be so deep in love Now if a man may be in love Up to the eyes, I have been in love, Over both eyes and ears in love, Today first time, my Bess. CASA CARTONI AI CAVALLEGGIERI, LEGHORN, Jan. 14, 1862. KNOW thine own self, the wise man said of old, What whit less fool art thou because thou know'st it? So study others, friend, and not thyself; Cleave to the wise fast, and eschew the fool, CASA CARTONI AI CAVALLEGGIERI, LEGHORN, Nov. 21, 1861. I HAVE three friends who read my books And love both them and me, Baumgarten one, Alonzo two, My Sophy, she makes three. |