I shall get through; but I witnessed a terrible sight to-day at the tailor's, who mends my clothes." "Well ?" "Two of his children have starved to death." "And the weaver's family opposite," added Barbara, weeping.

"Such nice people! The young wife was confined four days ago, and this morning mother and child expired of weakness, expired, I tell you, like a lamp that has consumed its oil and must go out.

At the cloth-maker Peterssohn's, the father and all five children have died of the plague.
If that isn't pitiful!" "Stop, stop!" said Georg, shuddering.

"I must go to the court-yard to drill." "What's the use of that! The Spaniards don't attack; they leave the work to the skeleton death.

Your fencing gives an appetite, and the poor hollow herrings can scarcely stir their own limbs." "Wrong, Frau Barbara, wrong," replied the young man.