ed just the same, and bore
much with patience. It was long before I could conceive what envy was,
for I had no touch of it in my disposition. My more acute brother, to
whom I made my lamentations, wrote to me, 'Read Gustav Lindau, or, the
man who can bear no envy,' by Meissner. He was right, and yet it was
not till I was thirty-five, that I saw it in its true light.

"When this period of envy had passed away, and Mueller said, 'You sit in
the place that is due to you, but mind you maintain your place,' a
succession of happier days opened to me.

"Easter drew near; I examined myself and found that I had been very
industrious. With Mueller especially, I had in the last year done much.
I was behindhand only in Greek, as almost all were; yet I could get on.
In the Imperial and Saxon history I was well up, and in the knowledge
of literature very strong for one who was not seventeen. In the
geography of countries beyond Europe I was deficient. Latin I knew
best. The most ready amongst us could translate whole pages off hand,
without a fault, in two or three minutes; it was here and there
improved in elegance and then read aloud. I owe to these exercises my
facility in speaking Latin, which I was obliged to acquire at the
University.

"The time for my departure from the academy was come.

"With all my liveliness, I had also many serious, even melancholy
hours. The separation from my sisters, whom I dearly loved, disposed me
often to be sorrowful; I especially loved the youngest, Friederike, who
clung to me. Especially the last winter we were inseparable, it was as
if she anticipated that we should soon be parted for ever.

"My heart was pure, untouched by the allurements to which I well knew
my fellow scholars yielded. I had already determined to continue in the
same course; this I may affirm now at the end of thirty years. My chief
fault was hasty anger, which even led me to the verge of giving blows;
and violent passion is still the dark side of my character! Besides
this, I was bitter in my censure of the faults of others. Faithful
self-examination told me all this and more; but I was always forgiving,
and any feeling of revenge would have been impossible to me.

"My heart glowed with friendship; ingratitude appeared to me, as it
still does, a black vice. Finally, I must say one word of my feelings
as a youth; to maiden charms I was very sensitive, but never did a
faithless word pass my lips. The loves of the scholars