spider, that preaches prudence to the spiders themselves, and teaches that "under crosses it is good for web-spinning!"
Or they sit all day at swamps with angle-rods, and on that account think themselves profound; but whoever fishes where there are no fish, I do not even call him superficial!
Or they learn in godly-gay style to play the harp with a hymn-poet, who would rather harp himself into the heart of young girls:- for he has tired of old girls and their praises.
Or they learn to shudder with a learned semi-madcap, who waits in darkened rooms for spirits to come to him- and the spirit runs away entirely!
Or they listen to an old roving howl- and growl-piper, who has learned from the sad winds the sadness of sounds; now pips he as the wind, and preaches sadness in sad strains.
And some of them have even become night-watchmen: they know now how to blow horns, and go about at night and awaken old things which have long fallen asleep.
Five words about old things did I hear last night at the garden-wall: they came from such old, sorrowful, arid night-watchmen.
"For a father he cares not sufficiently for his children: human fathers do this better!"-
"He is too old! He now cares no more for his children,"- answered the other night-watchman.
"Has he then children? No one can prove it unless he himself prove it! I have long wished that he would for once prove it thoroughly."
"Prove? As if he had ever proved anything! Proving is difficult to him; he lays great stress on one's believing him."
"Ay! Ay! Belief saves him; belief in him. That is the way with old people! So it is with us also!"-
