Bristling around that mad Hotel de Ville!
Or to return to Professor Teufeldröckh’s vast chaos of ideas. Let us try another passage therefrom:
‘It struck me much as I sat beside the Kuhbach, one silent noontide, and watched it flowing, gurgling, to think how this same streamlet had flowed and gurgled through all changes of weather and of fortune, from beyond the earliest date of history. Yes, probably on the morning when Joshua forded Jordan; even as at the midday when Cæsar, doubtless with difficulty, swam the Nile, yet kept his Commentaries dry; this little Kuhbach, assiduous as Tiber, Eurotas or Siloa, was murmuring on across the wilderness, unnamed, unseen.’
Sartor Resartus: Book II., Chap. iii.
SONNET III.—ETERNITY OF NATURE.
One silent noonday, as I sat beside
The gurgling flow of Kuhbach’s little river,
Methought how, even as I saw it glide,
That stream had flowed and gurgled on forever.
Yes, on the day when Joshua passed the flood