(_Hausfreund_, Vol. II. pp. 88-91)
... Es is' wieder Jonkiper, nor dreissig Jāhr senen vun jener Zeit
arüber.
Wieder is' die Schul vull mit Tales un' Kittel eingewickelte Jüden;
der Pol is' mit Hēu ausgebett' itzt
your noble relatives,--but you do not live by honorable prey alone; you,
my friend, are not ashamed to steal, to beg, and to flatter; you do not
think it beneath you to nibble secretly at dainties." Saying that, he
raised his furry tail in scorn and went away.
* * * * *
The Old World is full of thousands of such Tom-cats, empty-headed
braggarts, noble dragons, with long mustaches and glittering eyes,
without power, without sense, or money, souls that are good only to
crawl on high with plans that all end in smoke; who lick the plates of
the rich, and miaul together with their kind in aristocratic fashion,
and all they know is only their own names, and then from what Tiger they
are descended.