had clasped the trunk of the elder-tree,
and was calling incessantly up to the branches and leaves: "O glitter
and shine once more, ye dear gold snakes; let me hear your little
bell-voices once more! Look on me once more, ye kind eyes; O once, or
I must die in pain and ardent longing!" And with this, he was sighing
and sobbing from the bottom of his heart most pitifully, and, in his
eagerness and impatience, shaking the elder-tree to and fro; which,
however, instead of any reply, rustled quite gloomily and inaudibly
with its leaves, and so rather seemed, as it were, to make sport of
the student Anselmus and his sorrows.

"The gentleman seemingly is not in his right wits!" said the burgher's
wife; and Anselmus felt as if you had shaken him out of a deep dream,
or poured ice-cold water on him, that he might awaken without loss
of time. He now first saw clearly where he was and recollected what a
strange apparition had teased him, nay, so beguiled his senses as to
make him break forth into loud talk with himself. In astonishment,
he gazed at the woman; and at last, snatching up his hat, which had
fallen to the ground in his transport, was for making off in all
speed. The burgher himself had come forward in the meanwhile; and,
setting down the child from his arm on the grass, had been leaning on
his staff, and with amazement listening and looking at the student.
He now picked up the pipe and tobacco-pouch which the student had let
fall, and, holding them out to him, said: "Don't take on so dreadfully
in the dark, my worthy sir, or alarm people, when nothing is the
matter, after all, but having taken a sip too much; go home, like a
pretty man, and take a nap of sleep on it."

The student Anselmus felt exceedingly ashamed; he uttered nothing but
a most lamentable Ah!

"Pooh! Pooh!" said the burgher, "never mind it a jot; such a thing
will happen to the best; on good old Ascension-day a man may readily
enough forget himself in his joy, and gulp down a thought too much.
A clergyman himself is no worse for it: I presume, my worthy sir, you
are a _Candidatus_.--But, with your leave, sir, I shall fill my pipe
with your tobacco; mine went out a little while ago."

This last sentence the burgher uttered while the student Anselmus was
about putting up his pipe and pouch; and now the burgher slowly and
deliberately cleaned his pipe, and began as slowly to fill it. Several
burgher girls had come up; they were speaking secretly with