81. Schicksal, Destiny.
82. Menschheitsideal, Human Ideal.
83. A little stream in Cincinnati, beyond which lies the German quarter, is known as the Rhine.
84. That was a dark young gypsy.
85. Ah, Rosalie, my lovely one!
86. Blood-coloured is the lovely rose.
87. Who roses picks his finger pricks No matter what befall; In winter-time he finds them gone And gets no rose at all. Our petting and caressing here, Our joy or misery It all shall rest sub rosa, love, And our own secret be!
88. "Thou'rt right, my darling son."
89. "Good-bye, my friend, my Frederick!"
90. Woppenshield, coat of arms.
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