Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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now President of the United States, I might
perhaps be useful to you in some official
capacity.' (The General looked somewhat
embarrassed.) Tray, sir^ have you already
made a choice of your Cabinet Ministers?'
'I havewas the reply of the General.
'Well, no matter for that, I shall be satis-
fied with an embassy to Europe.' 'I am
sorry to say there is no vacancy.' 'Then
you will, perhaps, require a head-clerk in
the department of State?' These are gen-
erally appointed by the respective secre-
taries.' am very sorry for that; then I
must be satisfied with some inferior appoint-
ment.' 'I never interfere with these; you
must address yourself to the heads of depart-
ments.' 'But could I not be postmaster in
Washington? Only think, General, how I
worked for you!' 'I am much obliged to
you for the good opinion you entertain of
me, and for your kind offices at the last elec-
tion; but the postmaster for the city of
Washington is already appointed.' 'Well,
I don't much care for that; I should be satis-
fied with being his clerk.' 'This is a sub-
ject you must mention to the postmaster.'
'Wliy, then. General,' exclaimed the disap-
pointed candidate for office, 'haven't you
got an old black coat?' You may well
imagine that the General gave him one.
Where Tauris lifts its head above the
storm, and presents nothing to the sight
of the distant traveller but a prospect of
nodding rocks, falling torrents, and all the
variety of tremendous nature; on the bleak
bosom of this frightful mountain, secluded
from society, and detesting the ways of men,
lived Asem, the man-hater.
Asem had spent his youth with men; had
shared in their amusements; and had been
taught to love his fellow-creatures with the
most ardent aifection; but from the ten-
derness of his disposition he exhausted all
his fortune in relieving the wants of the
distressed. The petitioner never sued in
vain; the weary traveller never passed his
door; he only desisted from doing good
when he had no longer the power of re-
From a fortune thus spent in benevolence,
he expected a grateful return from those
he had formerly relieved; and made his
application with confidence of redress: the
ungrateful world soon grew weary of his
importunity; for pity is but a short lived
passion. He soon therefore began to iMew
mankind in a verv different light from that
in which he had before beheld them: he
perceived a thousand vices he had never
before suspected to exist: wherever he
turned, ingratitude, dissimulation,and treach-
ery contributed to increase his detestation
of them. Resolved therefore to continue
no longer in a world which he hated, and
which repaid his detestation with contempt,
he retired to this region of sterility, in
order to brood over his resentment in
solitude, and converse with the only honest
heart he knew; namely, with his own.
A cave was his only shelter from the
inclemency of the weather, fruits gathered
with difficulty from the mountain's side his
only food; and his drink was fetched with
danger and toil from the headlong torrent.
In this manner he lived, sequestered from
society, passing the hours in meditation,
and sometimes exulting that he was able
to live independently of his fellow-creatures.
At the foot of the mountain an extensive
lake displayed its glassy bosom; reflecting
on its broad surface the impending horrors
of the mountain. To this capacious mirror
he would sometimes descend, and reclining
on its steep banks, cast an eager look on
the smooth expanse that lay before him.
'How beautiful,' he often cried, 'is nature!
how lovely even in her wildest scenes!
How finely contrasted is the level plain
that lies beneath me, with yon awful pile
that hides its tremendous head in clouds!
But the beauty of these scenes is no way
comparable with their utility; hence an
hundred rivers are supplied, which distri-
bute wealth and verdure to the various
countries through which they flow. Every
part of the universe is beautiful, just, and
wise, but man; vile man is a solecism in
nature; the only monster in the creation.
Tempests and whirlwinds have their use;
but vicious imgrateful man is a blot in the
fair page of universal beauty. Why was
1 born of that detested species, whose vices
are almost a reproach to the wisdom of
the divine Creator! Were men entirely free
from vice, all would be uniformity, harmony,
and order. A world of moral rectitude
should be the result of a perfect moral
agent. Why, why then, 0 Alia! must I
be thus confined in darkness, doubt, and
Just as he uttered the word despair, he
was going to plunge into the lake beneath
him, at once to satisfy his doubts, and put
a period to his anxiety; when he perceived
a most majestic being walking on the sur-
face of the water, and approaching the
bank on which he stood. So unexpected
an object at once checked his purpose; he