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not prevent the pursuit of Wisdoiii , but , &i er sm 6 e I thought about marriage , wisdom appears to have flown from me . 3 am at open ' war with all sorts of necromancers arid caco-daemons . I
hafl some . hope in the skill of my friend Strecoius , the chymist ; but' all is vain . The more I rub my face with the liquid he gave me , the greener it becomes ; indeed , all shades of greenness ; the
four seasons have been exemplified on my unfortunate physiognomy . ' As Mr . Tusmann sat deploring his misery , the horrible thought of ending his existence , by throwing himself into the neighbouring water , suddenly entered his head . € , ' said he rising , ' it must be so . Thomasius cannot save
rne . Adieu , cruel Albertine ! you will never again see the man you despised . ' He ran towards the basin and stopped at the brink . Then he threw into the water the Politic Wisdom of Thomasius , then the Art of Prolonging Life , by Hufeland , and then he was going to throw in himself , when the clutch of a nervous arm prevented his
direful purpose . A well-known voice , the voice of the goldsmith , said : Tusmann , what are you doing here ? now let me beg of you not to be a fool / In vain the private secretary struggled to free himself from the grasp of the goldsmith . 6 Honourable professor , ' cried he , ' I am desperate , and I wish
that the devil , your master , had you and your ' The goldsmith released him suddenly . Mr . Tusmann falling upon the damp grass , in the darkness of the evening , fancied himself in the basin , and exclaimed : ' O , cold death ! O , icy death ! Farewell Albertine , thy unfortunate intended is now at the bottom of the water , along with the frogs , who praise the saints iir the hot days of summer . ' Th £ goldsmith raised the poor secretary , who , shivering , said : 1
I am in your power , Mr . Professor ; do as you please with my body , but spare , spare my immortal ——' * Don ' t talk such nonsense / said the gold smith , as he drew Mr . Tusmann along by the arm . When they came in sight of the new tavern , Mr . Tusmann called out' In the name of heaven , worthy professor , whore are you conducting me ? 1 cannot go into any public place ; I ennnot be s £ cn ; I shall cause a scandal . '
* Why so , Tusmann ? You must have a glass of punch with me , or else you will be laid up with a fever . But let me dry your face and hands , you are in a shocking- condition . A $ he spbke , thfc goldsmith drew from his pocket a dazzling c ^ iflbric handkel ^ hief , and dry rubbed the secretary .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1835, page 252, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2644/page/28/
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