English Translation

And to the book dealer Schwan: in Bretten, on the middle of the way between Stuttgart and Mannheim, and "Now I can write to you with a cheerful mind, because after a silent farewell to Streicher, the most loyal of all, I am on the spot, like a shipwrecker who struggled hard from the waves of Oggersheim, after a futile stay of seven weeks, at the end ... I have left all the necessities and also comforting November, and have for a time to care for nothing." - The painful experiences of the last months had gone far * him; now everything was good and beautiful. Only for a moment did bitter human hatred rise in him cuf when he thought of experiences he had with men to whom he bound- The mail car still drove. Day became familiar with night and night, had made: "What you do, dear friend - so on strings became day. In good season, the journey from the Rhine was reckoned in the same letter — keep this practical truth in mind until Meiningen about four days; but they were already over, and that cost your inexperienced friend only too much: If you have the men- man was still not in place. — It stormed and snowed; the horses struggled to pass through the heavy-packed wagons, so one must have become a dog's foot, or one must go down to the streets, which were untapped to them. Finally, on December 7, in the morning, one of the two had to be ardent. One of them or one sinks down." - Meiningen an. Almost a week had been on the road. After a short stay, which he used to get acquainted with But without a person, he was able to get along with the Meininger Librarians Reinwald, who had always been recommended to the friend of Wolzug, and had to give and take love to him. He longed to do so, at the lunch table in the inn "Zum Hirsch", he went by himself for equal souls. The next day, the 9th De- Afternoon on the way to Bauerbach. He walked the road in Werra- zember, he stretched the advertising Hond along the Meininger librarian Rein- tal to Untermaßfeld, then sideways towards a difficult path forest: "For my present solitude I need a noble up, finally through deep snow down into the Bauerbach valley. Two humble friends. May I weigh myself with the flattering hope, he needed hours for the hike; it was already dark when he will be it to me?" — And a week later: "As soon as it arrived. From the lonely huts along the way flickered here and there a light, becoming a little more glistening for the pedestrians, I am so free and giving you refuge promising to the tired wanderer. In the middle of the village, where the day I either haunted you at Meiningen or at Maßfeld church, stood a man with a lantern; he brought him to the Wol- expect. I look forward to it quite much, again people, the real drawn house. He went into the courtyard, through the front door, up a staircase, image of God, to see; for here in my solitude I must gather the room in which he was destined. Oh how well he felt in the big, stamp laborious." — He had pure forest around books from wide ovens was heated, soothing warmth surrounded him. In front of the two of the Meininger library asked: Lessina's critical writings and other small windows were preferred white curtains, on the table were works from the field of aesthetics and art theory, to prepare the dramatic supper. There on the wall stood the bed, knows how to learn about crafts better, from Shakespeare the "Othello" and "Romeo moved and invited to long sleep after a bad journey. He ate a little and Julia", this sad game of two lovers, because he lied to something about it. The next morning he saw himself in the house and. and to beat in the surroundings his bourgeois tragedy, but also a history of Scotland and the history of Don Corlos of Spain. It did not look like the home of a noble family, more like And at the end of the long list: travel descriptions. Plans for new a neatly kept farmhouse, the long side with the door on the dramas rose up in it, to a Maria Stuart and to a Carlos. lateral courtyard built, which narrowed with the high gable after the above all cber it was necessary to promote the "Luise Millerin" and perhaps soon to close village road, in front of a small, fenced garden, in it two slender ones. The travel descriptions should give him what was in this high poplar; at the backyard stable and barn, there- narrowness and loneliness was missing; they should widen the view, the imagination behind a tree garden, large and wide. Opposite the house the tiny anrecen, large, daring men conjures up in the vicinity, where people church. The landscape around it was of a modest grace; one of flesh and blood he lacked. But the more he was annoyed with himself and with the wide meadow trough through which a brook traversed, of alder and thoughts and plans alone, the more had he passed these pasture bushes, surrounded by moderate hills. As then far from man felt as a no longer quite bearable fate. still a pale, white winter sun scant splendour over the poor He needed spiritual communication and reception. Then the village huts poured out, out of the poor houses a thin smoke in the cold beging call for closeness to Reinwald; on the 21st. "Dearest friend, I wish you so often — so often in my lonely barbeque — called for Sunday worship, so that the rested and bodily cell felt in, and often wants my daily diet for a humanly refreshed one as in heaven. "I am here at last", he wrote in the early society. Occasionally I have to note that I am now afternoon at strings, "happy and happy that I once am on the shore of the opinion that the genius is not suppressed where, but is deprived. I still met everything about my wishes; no need to grow back fearful legally, can shrink when the push me any more, no cross stroke from the outside shall my poetic dreams be missing from the external." 708 709