My father, in consequence of this, entertained a new anxiety, that English might neatly stand in the series of my other studies in languages.  Now, I will confess that it became more and more burdensome for me to take my occasions for study now from this grammar or collection of examples, now from that; now from one author, now from another,—­and thus to divert my interest in a subject every hour.  It occurred to me, therefore, that I might despatch all at the same time; and I invented a romance of six or seven brothers and sisters, who, separated from each other and scattered over the world, should communicate with each other alternately as to their conditions and feelings.  The eldest brother gives an account, in good German, of all the manifold objects and incidents of his journey.  The sister, in a ladylike style, with short sentences and nothing but stops, much as “Siegwart” was afterwards written, answers now him, now the other brothers, partly about domestic matters, and partly about affairs of the heart.  One brother studies theology, and writes a very formal Latin, to which he often adds a Greek postscript.  To another brother, holding the place of mercantile clerk at Hamburg, the English correspondence naturally falls; while a still younger one at Marseilles has the French.  For the Italian was found a musician, on his first trip into the world; while the youngest of all, a sort of pert nestling, had applied himself to Jew-German,—­the other languages having been cut off from him,—­and, by means of his frightful ciphers, brought the rest of them into despair, and my parents into a hearty laugh at the good notion.

To obtain matter for filling up this singular form, I studied the geography of the countries in which my creations resided, and by inventing for those dry localities all sorts of human incidents which had some affinity with the characters and employments of my heroes.  Thus my exercise-books became much more voluminous, my father was better satisfied, and I was much sooner made aware of my deficiency in both what I had acquired and possessed of my own.

Now, as such things, once begun, have no end nor limits, so it happened in the present case; for while I strove to attain the odd Jew-German, and to write it as well as I could read it, I soon discovered that I ought to know Hebrew, from which alone the modern corrupted dialect could be derived, and handled with any certainty.  I consequently explained the necessity of my learning Hebrew to my father, and earnestly besought his consent; for I had a still higher object.  Everywhere I heard it said, that, to understand the Old as well as the New Testament, the original languages were requisite.  The latter I could read quite easily; because, that there might be no want of exercise, even on Sundays, the so-called Epistles and Gospels had, after church, to be recited, translated, and in some measure explained.  I now purposed doing the same thing with the Old Testament, the peculiarities of which had always especially interested me.