S Gravenhage - The Hague

In dis boem, mein freund der Herr Breitmann hafe his fiews on art pefore-geset mit a deepness und shorthood vich is bropably oonliked in Aesthetik. Ve hafe here, within de circumcomprehensifeness of dirty-two lines, a thorie vitch shortsomely exbressed sends to der teufel efery dings ash vas efer gescribed pefore on kunst or art, und maket efery podies from Baumgartner doun to Fischer und Taine, look shoost like puddin-headet old gasbalgs. Boot to de boem. For de informadion of dem ash ish not gestudied art, I vould shtate dat Adriaan Brauwer (who ish as regards an unvollkomene technik de first of all Holland malers), vas nefer paint nodings boot droonken plackguards und liederlich dings, und Van Ostade und Jan Steen vas in most deir bilds a goot deal like him.     - FRITZ SCHWACKENHAMMER.     Hans reitet troo de Nederland,     From Rotterdam below,     To Gravenhaag und Leyden     Und Haarlem all a row;     He shtoodit in de galleries     A tausend works of art;     Boot ach der Adriaan Brauwer,     Vent most teepest to his heart.     Und dus exglaim der Breitmann     In woonder-solemn shdrain,     De cratest men vere Brauwer,     Van Ostad, und Jan Steen.     Der Raffael vas vel enof;     Dat ish in his shmall vay;     Boot Gott im Himmel! vot vas he     Coompared mit soosh as dey?     Shoost see dat vight of troonken boors     Von tears de oders goat:     Vhile de oder mit a pointet knife     Ish goin for his troat.     Und a mdchen mit a tree-leg shtuhl     Ish clip him on de het,     In dese higher human passion valks,     Der Raffaels coldt und deadt.     De more ve digs into de eart     Or less ve seeks a star,     De nearer ve to Natur coom,     More panthistich far;     To him who reads dis mystry right,     Mit insbiration gifen,     Der Raffaels rollen in de dirt,     Vhile Brauwer soars to Heafen.