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language of his country. Here were the same dresses ;
the same hearty, sun-browned faces ; the women with
uncovered heads; the men with pipes and blouses.
He felt at home among the blue-eyed, yellow-haired
children of the Elbe and the Rhine. Some of the
number soon became too merry, and jugs of lager-bier
circulated with painful frequency; but most of the
emigrants were sober and discreet, and none more so
than the circle around the venerable Gottfried Wolf.
Carl directed the way of this worthy family to the
retired lodging-house recommended by the consul.
Here the conversation became first lively and then
affecting, as name after name of those most dear to him
was mentioned, and as letters, books, and other tokens
were produced. Wolf gave an account of the em-
barkation, and put into Carl’s hand a little poem of
Freiligrath, sent to him by his sister, of which the
following is a translation :—

‘* T cannot leave the busy strand!
I gaze upon you, standing there,
And giving to the sailor’s hand
Your household furniture and ware ;

Men, from their shoulders lifting down
Baskets of bread, with careful hand,
Prepared from German corn, and brown
From the old hearth in Fatherland;

Black-forest maids, with sunburnt faces,
Slim forms, and neatly braided hair,

Come, each within the shallop piaces
Her jugs and pitchers all with care.