Thereupon answered and said the reverend magistrate, smiling: 
“There thou remindest me aptly of how we console the poor fellow,
After his house has been burned, by recounting the gold and the silver
Melted and scattered abroad in the rubbish, that still is remaining. 
Little enough, it is true; but even that little is precious. 
Then will the poor wretch after it dig and rejoice if he find it. 
Thus I likewise with happier thoughts will gratefully turn me
Towards the few beautiful deeds of which I preserve the remembrance. 
Yes, I will not deny, I have seen old quarrels forgotten,
Ill to avert from the state; I also have witnessed how friendship,
Love of parent and child, can impossibilities venture;
Seen how the stripling at once matured into man; how the aged
Grew again young; and even the child into youth was developed,
Yea, and the weaker sex too, as we are accustomed to call it,
Showed itself brave and strong and ready for every emergence. 
Foremost among them all, one beautiful deed let me mention,
Bravely performed by the hand of a girl, an excellent maiden;
Who, with those younger than she, had been left in charge of a farmhouse,
Since there, also, the men had marched against the invader. 
Suddenly fell on the house a fugitive band of marauders,
Eager for booty, who crowded straightway to the room of the women.

There they beheld the beautiful form of the fully grown maiden,
Looked on the charming young girls, who rather might still be called children. 
Savage desire possessed them; at once with merciless passion
They that trembling band assailed and the high-hearted maiden. 
But she had snatched in an instant the sword of one from its scabbard,
Felled him with might to the ground, and stretched him bleeding before her. 
Then with vigorous strokes she bravely delivered the maidens,
Smiting yet four of the robbers; who saved themselves only by flying. 
Then she bolted the gates, and, armed, awaited assistance.”

Now when this praise the minister heard bestowed on the maiden,
Rose straightway for his friend a feeling of hope in his bosom,
And he had opened his lips to inquire what further befell her,
If on this mournful flight she now with her people were present;
When with a hasty step the village doctor approached them,
Twitched the clergyman’s coat, and said in his ear in a whisper: 
“I have discovered the maiden at last among several hundreds;
By the description I knew her, so come, let thine own eyes behold her! 
Bring too the magistrate with thee, that so we may hear him yet further.” 
But as they turned to go, the justice was summoned to leave them,
Sent for by some of his people by whom his counsel was needed.