Caring for nought but to love, to believe.
Moving through roseate heavenly spaces,
Towards this 'Whither,' where'er it may be,
Singeth the bard, in a tumult of rapture,
Ever becoming a radiant em----"

At this point, Daucus Carota uttered a loud croaking cry, and, now
dwindled into a little, little carrot, slipped down from Aennchen's
lap, and into the ground, leaving no trace behind. Upon which, the
great grey fungus which had grown in the night time beside the grassy
bank, shot up and up; but this fungus was nothing less than Herr Dapsul
von Zabelthau's grey felt hat, and he himself was under it, and fell
stormily on Amandus's breast, crying out in the utmost ecstasy, "Oh, my
dearest, best, most beloved Herr Amandus von Nebelstern, with that
mighty song of conjuration you have beaten all my cabalistic science
out of the held? What the profoundest magical art, the utmost daring of
the philosopher fighting for his very existence, could not accomplish,
your verses achieved, passing into the frame of the deceitful Daucus
Carota like the deadliest poison, so that he must have perished of
stomach-ache, in spite of his gnomish nature, if he had not made off
into his kingdom. My daughter Anna is delivered--I am delivered from
the horrible charm which held me spellbound here in the shape of a
nasty fungus, at the risk of being hewn to pieces by my own daughter's
hands; for the good soul hacks them all down with her spade, unless
their edible character is unmistakable, as in the case of the
mushrooms. Thanks, my most heartfelt thanks, and I have no doubt your
intentions as regards my daughter have undergone no change. I am sorry
to say she has lost her good looks, through the machinations of that
inimical gnome; but you are too much of a philosopher to----"

"Oh, dearest papa," cried Aennchen, overjoyed; "just look there! The
silken palace is gone! The abominable monster is off and away with all
his tribe of salad-princes, cucumber-ministers, and Lord knows what
all!" And she ran away to the vegetable garden, delighted, Herr Dapsul
following as fast as he could. Herr Amandus went behind them, muttering
to himself, "I'm sure I don't know quite what to make of all this. But
this I maintain, that that ugly little carrot creature is a vile,
prosaic lubber, and none of your poetical kings, or my sublime lay
wouldn't have given him the stomach-ache, and sent him scuttling in