All our rich estate, and each year henceforward be fruitful. 
Yes, the familiar house and the garden will be my aversion. 
Ah, and the love of my mother no comfort will give to my sorrow,
For I feel that by Love each former bond must be loosen’d,
When her own bonds she knits; ’tis not the maiden alone who
Leaves her father and mother behind, when she follows her husband. 
So it is with the youth; no more he knows mother and father. 
When he beholds the maiden, the only beloved one, approaching. 
Therefore let me go hence, to where desperation may lead me,
For my father already has spoken in words of decision,
And his house no longer is mine, if he shuts out the maiden
Whom alone I would fain take home as my bride from henceforward.”

Then the excellent sensible mother answer’d with quickness
“Men are precisely like rocks when they stand opposed to each other! 
Proud and unyielding, the one will never draw near to the other. 
Neither will suffer his tongue to utter the first friendly accent. 
Therefore I tell you, my son, a hope still exists in my bosom,
If she is worthy and good, he will give his consent to your marriage,
Poor though she be, and although with disdain he refused you the poor thing. 
For in his hot-beaded fashion he utters many expressions
Which he never intends; and so will accept the Refused One. 
But he requires kind words, and has a right to require them,
For your father he is; his anger is all after dinner,
When he more eagerly speaks, and questions the reasons of others,
Meaning but little thereby; the wine then excites all the vigour
Of his impetuous will, and prevents him from giving due weight to
Other people’s opinions; he hears and he feels his own only. 
But when evening arrives, the tone of the many discourses
Which his friends and himself hold together, is very much alter’d. 
Milder becomes he, as soon as his liquor’s effects have passed over
And he feels the injustice his eagerness did unto others. 
Come, we will venture at once!  Success the reward is of boldness,
And we have need of the friends who now have assembled around him.—­
Most of all we shall want the help of our excellent pastor.” 
Thus she eagerly spoke, and leaving the stone that she sat on,
Also lifted her son from his seat.  He willingly follow’d,
And they descended in silence, revolving the weighty proposal.
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V. Polyhymnia.

The cosmopolite.

But the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together,
With the landlord, the worthy divine, and also the druggist,
And the conversation still concern’d the same subject,
Which in every form they had long been discussing together. 
Full of noble thoughts, the excellent pastor continued
“I can’t contradict you.  I know ’tis the duty of mortals
Ever to strive for improvement; and, as we may see,