"My sorrow will be extinguished, the recollections of my childhood be forgotten.

Abroad, no terrific figures, as here, will present themselves to me.

My father is dead, foreign earth lies upon his coffin!" "But the office--examination!" said the old preacher, "pass that first.
It is always good to have this in reserve, even if thou dost make no use of it.

Only make this year thy philosophicum." "And in the spring I shall travel," said Otto.
"That depends upon thy guardian, my son!" said the preacher.
Several days passed, and Otto began to feel it solitary in his home--all moved here in such a confined circle.

His mind was accustomed to a wider sphere of action.