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Project Gutenberg's O. T., A Danish Romance, by Hans Christian Andersen#3 in our series by Hans Christian AndersenCopyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check thecopyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributingthis or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this ProjectGutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do not change or edit theheader without written permission.Please read the "legal small print," and other information about theeBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included isimportant information about your specific rights and restrictions inhow the file may be used. You can also find out about how to make adonation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.**Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Texts****eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971*******These eBooks Were Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers!*****Title: O. T., A Danish RomanceAuthor: Hans Christian AndersenRelease Date: February, 2005 [EBook #7513][Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule][This file was first posted on May 13, 2003]Edition: 10Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-Latin-1*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK O. T., A DANISH ROMANCE ***Produced by Nicole ApostolaO. T.A Danish Romanceby Hans Christian AndersenAuthor of the "Improvisatore" and the "Two Baronesses"
CHAPTER I"Quod felix faustumque sit!"There is a happiness which no poet has yet properly sung, which nolady-reader, let her be ever so amiable, has experienced or everwill experience in this world. This is a condition of happinesswhich alone belongs to the male sex, and even then alone to theelect. It is a moment of life which seizes upon our feelings,our minds, our whole being. Tears have been shed by the innocent,sleepless nights been passed, during which the pious mother, theloving sister, have put up prayers to God for this critical momentin the life of the son or the brother.Happy moment, which no woman, let her be ever so good, sobeautiful, or intellectual, can experience--that of becoming astudent, or, to describe it by a more usual term, the passing ofthe first examination!The cadet who becomes an officer, the scholar who becomes anacademical burgher, the apprentice who becomes a journeyman, allknow, in a greater or less degree, this loosening of the wings,this bounding over the limits of maturity into the lists ofphilosophy. We all strive after a wider field, and rush thitherlike the stream which at length loses itself in the ocean.Then for the first time does the youthful soul rightly feel herfreedom, and, therefore, feels it doubly; the soul struggles foractivity, she comprehends her individuality; it has been proved andnot found too light; she is still in possession of the dreams ofchildhood, which have not yet proved delusive. Not even the joy oflove, not the enthusiasm for art and science, so thrills throughall the nerves as the words, "Now am I a student!"This spring-day of life, on which the ice-covering of the school isbroken, when the tree of Hope puts forth its buds and the sun ofFreedom shines, falls with us, as is well known, in the month ofOctober, just when Nature loses her foliage, when the eveningsbegin to grow darker, and when heavy winter-clouds draw together,as though they would say to youth,--"Your spring, the birth of theexamination, is only a dream! even now does your life becomeearnest!" But our happy youths think not of these things, neitherwill we be joyous with the gay, and pay a visit to their circle. Insuch a one our story takes its commencement.CHAPTER II"At last we separate:To Jutland one, to Fnen others go;
And still the quick thought comes,--A day so bright, so full of fun,Never again on us shall rise."--CARL BAGGER.It was in October of the year 1829. Examen artium had been passedthrough. Several young students were assembled in the evening atthe abode of one of their comrades, a young Copenhagener of
eighteen, whose parents were giving him and his new friends abanquet in honor of the examination. The mother and sister hadarranged everything in the nicest manner, the father had givenexcellent wine out of the cellar, and the student himself, here therex convivii, had provided tobacco, genuine Oronoko-canaster. Withregard to Latin, the invitation--which was, of course, composed inLatin--informed the guests that each should bring his own.The company, consisting of one and twenty persons--and these wereonly the most intimate friends--was already assembled. About onethird of the friends were from the provinces, the remainder out ofCopenhagen."Old Father Homer shall stand in the middle of the table!" said oneof the liveliest guests, whilst he took down from the stove aplaster bust and placed it upon the covered table."Yes, certainly, he will have drunk as much as the other poets!"said an older one. "Give me one of thy exercise-books, Ludwig! Iwill cut him out a wreath of vine-leaves, since we have no rosesand since I cannot cut out any.""I have no libation!" cried a third,--"Favete linguis." And hesprinkled a small quantity of salt, from the point of a knife, uponthe bust, at the same time raising his glass to moisten it with afew drops of wine."Do not use my Homer as you would an ox!" cried the host. "Homershall have the place of honor, between the bowl and the garland-cake!He is especially my poet! It was he who in Greek assisted me tolaudabilis et quidem egregie. Now we will mutually drink healths!Jrgen shall be magister bibendi, and then we will sing 'Gaudeamus
igitur,' and 'Integer vitae.'""The Sexton with the cardinal's hat shall be the precentor!" criedone of the youths from the provinces, pointing toward a rosy-cheekedcompanion."O, now I am no longer sexton!" returned the other laughing. "Ifthou bringest old histories up again, thou wilt receive thy oldschool-name, 'the Smoke-squirter.'""But that is a very nice little history!" said the other. "Wecalled him 'Sexton," from the office his father held; but that,after all, is not particularly witty. It was better with the hat,for it did, indeed, resemble a cardinal's hat. I, in the mean time,got my name in a more amusing manner.""He lived near the school," pursued the other; "he could always sliphome when we had out free quarters of an hour: and then one day hehad filled his mouth with tobacco smoke, intending to blow it intoour faces; but when he entered the passage with his filled cheeksthe quarter of an hour was over, and we were again in class: therector was still standing in the doorway; he could not, therefore,blow the smoke out of his mouth, and so wished to slip in as hewas. 'What have you there in your mouth?' asked the rector; butPhilip could answer nothing, without at the same time losing thesmoke. 'Now, cannot you speak?' cried the rector, and gave him a

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