as language contains all grammar, and these are the good and
the beautiful.

"He who knows the real men who have preceded him, so that they live
again in him, enters into their circle; he sets his foot upon the holy
ground of existence, he is consecrated through the predecessors who
trode it before him."

And again, in a trembling hand, there was written, at a late period,
clear across the previous writing:--

"Whoever takes a part in the up-building of the State and the
community, whoever fills an office and makes laws, whoever stands in
the midst of the science of his time, becomes antiquated in the course
of the new civilization that succeeds him; he is not, by virtue of his
position, an archetypal pattern of the coming age. He only is so, who
discerns, clears up, lays hold of and establishes anew, those eternal
laws of the human spirit, which are the same from the beginning and
throughout all time; therefore Franklin is not a pattern, but rather a
method."

And now, finally, came the words, which were twice underlined:--

"My last maxim is this:--'Organic life, abstract laws!' We can make
brandy out of grain, but not grain out of brandy. He who understands
that, has all that I have to say."

Eric had read so far, and now he leaned back, and endeavored to form an
idea of his father's thought, and to catch the whole meaning of these
often half-expressed utterances.

He felt as if he were walking upon a mountain-top in the midst of
clouds, and yet seeing the path and the goal.

He placed his hand upon the manuscript leaves, and a happy smile came
over his countenance; then he arose, and almost laughed aloud, for the
expression of the architect, on his arrival, occurred to him.

"We have it!"

"Yes," he cried, "I have it, I have the spring, from which clear,
sparkling water shall flow forth for Roland and for me."

He found no rest; he opened the window, and looked out for a long time
on the night. The air was full of the fragrance of roses, the sky full
of the glory of stars; occasionally a nightingale sang, and then
ceased, while in the distance, where the river was dammed up, the frogs
kept up a noisy croaking.

Now Eric heard a man's voice--it is the voice of Pranken below on the
balcony--which was saying in a loud tone,--

"We attach much, too much importance to it. Such a family-tutor ought
properly to wear a livery; that would be the best."

"You are very merry to-day," replied Sonnenkamp.

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