Thus the magistrate spoke.  The others saluted and thanked him,
And from his purse a gold-piece the pastor drew forth;—­for the silver
He had some hours before already in charity given,
When he in mournful groups had seen the poor fugitives passing;—­
And to the magistrate handed it, saying:  “Apportion the money
’Mongst thy destitute people, and God vouchsafe it an increase.” 
But the stranger declined it, and, answering, said:  “We have rescued
Many a dollar among us, with clothing and other possessions,
And shall return, as I hope, ere yet our stock is exhausted.”

Then the pastor replied, and pressed the money upon him: 
“None should be backward in giving in days like the present, and no one
Ought to refuse to accept those gifts which in kindness are offered. 
None can tell how long he may hold what in peace he possesses,
None how much longer yet he shall roam through the land of the stranger,
And of his farm be deprived, and deprived of the garden that feeds him.”

“Ay, to be sure!” in his bustling way interrupted the doctor: 
“If I had only some money about me, ye surely should have it,
Little and big; for certainly many among you must need it. 
Yet I’ll not go without giving thee something to show what my will is,
Even though sadly behind my good-will must lag the performance.” 
Thus, as he spoke, by its straps his embroidered pocket of leather,
Where his tobacco was kept, he drew forth,-enough was now in it
Several pipes to fill,—­and daintily opened, and portioned. 
“Small is the gift,” he added.  The justice, however, made answer: 
“Good tobacco can ne’er to the traveller fail to be welcome.” 
Then did the village doctor begin to praise his canaster.

But the clergyman drew him away, and they quitted the justice. 
“Let us make haste,” said the thoughtful man:  “the youth’s waiting
                                                     in torture;
Come! let him hear, as soon as he may, the jubilant tidings.”

So they hastened their steps, and came to where under the lindens
Hermann against the carriage was leaning.  The horses were stamping
Wildly the turf; he held them in check, and, buried in musing,
Stood, into vacancy gazing before him; nor saw the two envoys,
Till, as they came, they called out and made to him signals of triumph. 
E’en as far off as they then were, the doctor began to address him;
But they were presently nearer come and then the good pastor
Grasped his hand and exclaimed, interrupting the word of his comrade: 
“Hail to thee, O young man! thy true eye and heart have well chosen;
Joy be to thee and the wife of thy youth; for of thee she is worthy. 
Come then and turn us the wagon, and drive straightway to the village,
There the good maid to woo, and soon bring her home to thy dwelling.”