Sapientiam further brighten."
"Good heavens!" cried Tussmann, "it's a book. Yet, no, it's not a book, and there's nothing in the shape of a portrait. It's merely a lot of paper bound up together; my hopes are dashed to earth, all is over with me now. All I have got to do is to be off to the frog-pond as quickly as I can."
But as he was hurrying away the Goldsmith stopped him, and said--
"Tussmann, you're very foolish; you've got hold of the most priceless treasure you could possibly have come across. Those lines of verse ought to have told you so at once. Do me the favour to put that book which you found in the casket into your pocket."
Tussmann did so.
"Now," said the Goldsmith, "think of some book or other which you would wish that you had in your pocket at this moment."
"Oh, my goodness," said Tussmann, "I went and shied Thomasius's little treatise on 'Diplomatic Acumen' into the frog-pond, like an utter fool as I was."
"Put your hand in your pocket," said the Goldsmith, "and take out the book."
Tussmann did so, and lo, the book which he brought out was none other than Thomasius's treatise!
"Ha!" cried Tussmann, "what is this? Why it is Thomasius's treatise, my beloved Thomasius, rescued from the congregation of frogs in the pond, who would never have learned diplomatic acumen from him."