a sensation throughout Germany as is pretended, how
happens it that the only notice we have of the fact
is contained in a few numbers of a monthly Magazine
published at London! How happens it that no intelligence
about the matter has come out directly to this country?
We pique ourselves here in New England upon knowing
at least as much of what is going on in the literary
way in the old Dutch Mother-land as our brethren of
the fast-anchored Isle; but thus far we have no tidings
whatever of the ’extensive close-printed, close-meditated
volume,’ which forms the subject of this pretended
commentary. Again, we would respectfully inquire
of the ‘present Editor’ upon what part
of the map of Germany we are to look for the city of
Weissnichtwo—’Know-not-where’—at
which place the work is supposed to have been printed,
and the Author to have resided. It has been our
fortune to visit several portions of the German territory,
and to examine pretty carefully, at different times
and for various purposes, maps of the whole; but we
have no recollection of any such place. We suspect
that the city of Know-not-where might be called,
with at least as much propriety, Nobody-knows-where,
and is to be found in the kingdom of Nowhere.
Again, the village of Entepfuhl—’Duck-pond’—where
the supposed Author of the work is said to have passed
his youth, and that of Hinterschlag, where
he had his education, are equally foreign to our geography.
Duck-ponds enough there undoubtedly are in almost every
village in Germany, as the traveller in that country
knows too well to his cost, but any particular village
denominated Duck-pond is to us altogether terra
incognita. The names of the personages are
not less singular than those of the places.
Who can refrain from a smile at the yoking together
of such a pair of appellatives as Diogenes Teufelsdrockh?
The supposed bearer of this strange title is represented
as admitting, in his pretended autobiography, that
‘he had searched to no purpose through all the
Heralds’ books in and without the German empire,
and through all manner of Subscribers’-lists,
Militia-rolls, and other Name-catalogues,’ but
had nowhere been able to find ’the name Teufelsdrockh,
except as appended to his own person.’
We can readily believe this, and we doubt very much
whether any Christian parent would think of condemning
a son to carry through life the burden of so unpleasant
a title. That of Counsellor Heuschrecke—’Grasshopper’—
though not offensive, looks much more like a piece
of fancy-work than a ‘fair business transaction.’
The same may be said of Blumine—’Flower-Goddess’—the
heroine of the fable; and so of the rest.