Fraulein Hedwig's favourite song was called Ich
liebe dich, I love you; and one evening after she had sung this, when Philip was standing with her on the balcony, looking at the stars, it occurred to him to make some remark about it.
VERSTEHE NUR DEUTCH UND ENGLISHE,"--or words to that effect.
Suppose Fraulein Wundermacher should pounce upon me suddenly from behind, coming up noiselessly in her galoshes, and shatter my castles with her customary triumphant "Fetzt halte ich
dich aber fest!" Why, what was I thinking of?
Der Ansicht kann ich
nicht genug Preis geben,"* said one of them.
She, in his place, would have said "Ich
liebe dich," but perhaps it was not his habit to open the heart.
Its motto must be "Ich
dien"--I serve; and it will be the work of the future statesmen of the telephone to illustrate this motto in all its practical variations.
"Sim'on Peter Ca'houn he said, an' he was jest right, abaout Lorin', 'Ha'af on the taown,' he said, 'an' t'other ha'af blame fool; an' they told me she's married a 'ich
man.' Sim'on Peter Ca'houn he hedn't no roof to his mouth, an' talked that way."
Nietzsche thought it was a bad sign of the times that even rulers have lost the courage of their positions, and that a man of Frederick the Great's power and distinguished gifts should have been able to say: "Ich
bin der erste Diener des Staates" (I am the first servant of the State.) To this utterance of the great sovereign, verse 24 undoubtedly refers.
wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms.' I like it!"
'Gehe mir aus dem Gesicht, oder ich
schlag dich todt!--Get out of my sight, or I will kill you,' he cried.
She used to try to sing certain songs ("Einsam bin ich
nicht alleine," was one of them, that tender love-song of Weber's which in old-fashioned days, young ladies, and when you were scarcely born, showed that those who lived before you knew too how to love and to sing) certain songs, I say, to which the Major was partial; and as she warbled them in the twilight in the drawing-room, she would break off in the midst of the song, and walk into her neighbouring apartment, and there, no doubt, take refuge in the miniature of her husband.
danke," said the latter, and softly, with a rustle of silk she sank into the chair.