To his astonishment, young Ehrenthal did not know them, but said that, if Anton insisted upon sharing the expense, he would inquire.

Our hero next asked whether Bernhard was in business with his father.
"Oh no," was the reply; "I have been at the University, and as it is not easy for a young man of my creed to get a government appointment, and I can live with my family, I occupy myself with my books." And, casting a loving glance at his book-shelves, he rose as if to introduce his guest to them.
Anton looked at their titles, and said, "They are too learned for me." Bernhard smiled.

"Through the Hebrew I have gone on to the other Asiatic languages.

There is much beauty in them, and in their Old-World legends.
I am now engaged upon a translation from the Persian, and some day or other, when you have a few idle minutes, I should like to inflict a short specimen upon you." Anton had the politeness to beg to hear it at once.

It was one of those countless poems in which a votary of the grape compares his beloved to all fair things in heaven and earth.