witness the sorrows
Borne by good, fugitive people, who now, with their rescued possessions,
Driven, alas! from beyond the Rhine, their beautiful country,
Over to us are coming, and through the prosperous corner
Roam of this our luxuriant valley, and traverse its windings. 
Well hast thou done, good wife, our son in thus kindly dispatching,
Laden with something to eat and to drink, and with store of old linen,
’Mongst the poor folk to distribute; for giving belongs to the wealthy. 
How the youth drives, to be sure!  What control he has over the horses! 
Makes not our carriage a handsome appearance,—­the new one?  With comfort,
Four could be seated within, with a place on the box for the coachman. 
This time, he drove by himself.  How lightly it rolled round the corner!”
Thus, as he sat at his ease in the porch of his house on the market,
Unto his wife was speaking mine host of the Golden Lion.

Thereupon answered and said the prudent, intelligent housewife: 
“Father, I am not inclined to be giving away my old linen: 
Since it serves many a purpose; and cannot be purchased for money,
When we may want it.  To-day, however, I gave, and with pleasure,
Many a piece that was better, indeed, in shirts and in bed-clothes;
For I was told of the aged and children who had to go naked. 
But wilt thou pardon me, father? thy wardrobe has also been plundered. 
And, in especial, the wrapper that has the East-Indian flowers,
Made of the finest of chintz, and lined with delicate flannel,
Gave I away:  it was thin and old, and quite out of the fashion.”

Thereupon answered and said, with a smile, the excellent landlord: 
“Faith!  I am sorry to lose it, my good old calico wrapper,
Real East-Indian stuff:  I never shall get such another. 
Well, I had given up wearing it:  nowadays, custom compels us
Always to go in surtout, and never appear but in jacket;
Always to have on our boots; forbidden are night-cap and slippers.”

“See!” interrupted the wife; “even now some are yonder returning,
Who have beheld the procession:  it must, then, already be over. 
Look at the dust on their shoes! and see how their faces are glowing! 
Every one carries his kerchief, and with it is wiping the sweat off. 
Not for a sight like that would I run so far and so suffer,
Through such a heat; in sooth, enough shall I have in the telling.”

Thereupon answered and said, with emphasis, thus, the good father: 
“Rarely does weather like this attend such a harvest as this is. 
We shall be bringing our grain in dry, as the hay was before it. 
Not the least cloud to be seen, so perfectly clear is the heaven;
And, with delicious coolness, the wind blows in from the eastward. 
That is the weather to last! over-ripe are the cornfields already;
We shall begin on the morrow to gather our copious harvest.”