The singing lark has become a mousing night-bird.

What ails him ?" "Home-sickness, no news from his family, and the snare into which the war has drawn him in his pursuit of glory and honor.

He'll soon be his old self again." "I hope so," replied the host.

"Such a succulent little tree will quickly rebound, when it is pressed to the earth; help the fine young fellow." A guest summoned the landlord, but the musician joined the officers and began a low conversation with Georg, which was drowned by the confused mingling of loud voices.
Wilhelm came from the Van der Werff house, where he had learned that the next day but one, June fourteenth, would be the burgomaster's birthday.
Adrian had told Henrica, and the latter informed him.

The master of the house was to be surprised with a song on the morning of his birthday festival.
"Excellent," said Georg, interrupting his friend, "she will manage the matter admirably." "Not she alone; we can depend upon Frau Van der Werff too.