by
eye-witnesses--the people on all sides took off their caps with timid
reverence; but he stepped on without looking to right or left, without
thanks or greeting to the crowd. From that time he lived as a private
man, given up to his scientific pursuits. But his son, Moriz Haupt,
Professor of the University of Berlin, became one of our greatest
philosophers, one of our best men.

Thus begins his account of his first years of school:--

"My earliest recollections begin with the autumn of the year 1776, when
I was two years and a half old. We travelled to the family property; I
sat on my mother's lap, and the soft bloom on her face gave me great
pleasure. I was amused with looking at the trees which appeared to pass
the carriage so quickly. Still do the same trees stand on the other
side of the bridge; still, when I look at them, does this recollection
of the pure world rise before me.

"Already have four-and-forty years passed over the resting-place of
your holy dust, dear departed! So early torn away from us! Gentle as
thy friendly face, must thy soul have been! I knew thee not; only faint
recollections remain to me. I have no picture of thee, not even a sweet
token of remembrance. Yet shortly before they sent me, not seventeen
years of age, to Leipzig, I stood on the holy spot that contains thy
ashes, and sobbing vowed to thee that I would be good!

"Well do I remember the Sunday morning on which my sister Rieckhen was
born. Running hurriedly--I had got up sooner than my brother--and,
unasked for, had run into my mother's room. I announced it to every one
that I found. Some days after, all around me wept 'Mamma is going
away!' called out our old nurse, wringing her hands. 'Away! where,
then?' I inquired with astonishment 'To heaven!' was the answer, which
I did not understand.

"My mother had collected us children once more round her, to kiss and
bless us. My half-sister Jettchen, then almost ten years old, and my
brother Ernst, who was four, had wept. I--as I have often been told, to
my great sorrow--scarcely waited for the kiss, and hid myself playfully
behind my sister, 'Fritz! Fritz!' said my mother, smiling, 'you are and
will remain a giddy boy; well, run away!'

"What I heard of heaven and the resurrection confused my thoughts; it
seemed to me as if my mother would soon awake and be with us again.
Some time after, my brother, who was much more sensible than I, said,
as we were kneeling on a stool, lookin