manuscript of Heyne’s work on the study of the antique. I allowed it all to pass.
I have become acquainted, also, with a very worthy person, the district judge, a frank and open-hearted man. I am told it is a most delightful thing to see him in the midst of his chil- dren, of whom he has nine. His eldest daughter especially is highly spoken of. He has invited me to go and see him, and I intend to do so on the first opportunity. He lives at one of the royal hunting-lodges, which can be reached from here in an hour and a half by walking, and which he obtained leave to inhabit after the loss of his wife, as it is so painful to him to reside in town and at the court.
There have also come in my way a few other originals of a questionable sort, who are in all respects undesirable, and most intolerable in their demonstration of friendship. Good-bye. This letter will please you: it is quite historical.
feeling. When I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched exist- ence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain sub- jects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation, whilst we amuse ourselves painting our prison- walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes, —when I consider all this, Wilhelm, I am silent. I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagina- tion and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.
All learned professors and doctors are agreed that children do not comprehend the cause of their desires; but that the grown-up should wander about this earth like children, with-
THAT THE LIFE of man is but a dream, many a man has sur- mised heretofore; and I, too, am everywhere pursued by this
out knowing whence they come, or whither they go, influ- enced as little by fixed motives, but guided like them by bis- cuits, sugar-plums, and the rod, —this is what nobody is will- ing to acknowledge; and yet I think it is palpable.
I know what you will say in reply; for I am ready to admit