. . ’ . '•v ;• 1 •• ,\\sV. f sVv», ’■ . ■ ■ Vj>;V\VWV< V\V V/>Xl ■ ■ : 1 1 ■ • . , yv Aw-s >.V »i r XV jA*y\ »UJ :*kS.t CaCfOt KVV 52 499 V.i UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS !Rh,^R f\ I U fib f 'u , / BOOKSTAOKS IN The person charging this material is re- sponsible for its return to the library from which it was withdrawn on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Theft, mutilation, and underlining of books are reasons for disciplinary action and may result in dismissal from the University. UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN DEC 1 1£75 SfP 2 1 21.107 ■m 02m L161 — 0-1096 TALES BY MUStEUS, TIECK, RICHTER. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY THOMAS CARLYLE. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I. [1827.] LONDON : CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193 PICCADILLY. 1874. LONDON : ROBSON AND SONS, PRINTERS, PANCRAS ROAD, N.W. 3 & CONTENTS MUS^US : PAGE Dumb Love ........ 3 Libussa 61 Melechsala 104 TIECK: The Fair-haired Eckbert 169 The Trusty Eckart 186 The Runenberg 214 / A A. I A v v^TRO'v frVWU- •f, ; V: ■ ...... ... ,y ■ ■ ;:vs'> j MUSiEUS. VOL. I. B DUMB LOVE . 1 There was once a wealthy merchant, Melchior of Bremen by name, who used to stroke his beard with a contemptuous grin, when he heard the Rich Man in the Gospel preached of, whom, in comparison, he reckoned little better than a petty shop- keeper. Melchior had money in such plenty, that he doored his dining-room all over with a coat of solid dollars. In those frugal times, as in our own, a certain luxury prevailed among the rich ; only then it had a more substantial shape than now. But though this pomp of Melchior’s was sharply censured by his fellow-citizens and consorts, it was, in truth, directed more to trading speculation than to mere vain-glory. The cunning Bremer easily observed, that those who grudged and blamed this seeming vanity, would but diffuse the reputation of his wealth, and so increase his credit. He gained his purpose to the full ; the sleeping capital of old dollars, so judiciously set up to public inspection in the parlour, brought interest a hun- dredfold, by the silent surety which it offered for his bargains in every market ; yet, at last, it became a rock on which the welfare of his family made shipwreck. Melchior of Bremen died of a surfeit at a city-feast, with- out having time to set his house in order ; and left all his goods and chattels to an only son, in the bloom of life, and just arrived at the years when the laws allowed him to take possession of his inheritance. Franz Melcherson was a bril- liant youth, endued by nature with the best capacities. His exterior was gracefully formed, yet firm and sinewy withal; his temper was cheery and jovial, as if hung-beef and old French 1 Prefatory Introduction to Musseus, supra , at p. 232, Vol. VI. of Works (Vol. I. of Miscellanies). 4 MUS^EUS. wine had joined to influence his formation. On his cheeks bloomed health ; and from his brown eyes looked mirthfulness and love of joy. He was like a marrowy plant, which needs but water and the poorest ground to make it grow to strength ; but which, in too fat a soil, will shoot into luxuriant over- growth, without fruit or usefulness. The father’s heritage, as often happens, proved the ruin of the son. Scarce had he felt the joy of being sole possessor and disposer of a large fortune, when he set about endeavouring to get rid of it as of a galling burden ; began to play the Rich Man in the Gospel to the very letter ; went clothed in fine apparel, and fared sumptuously every day. No feast at the bishop’s court could be compared for pomp and superfluity with his ; and never while the town of Bremen shall endure, will such another public dinner be consumed, as it yearly got from him ; for to every burgher of the place he gave a Krusel-soup and a jug of Spanish wine. For this, all people cried : Long life to him ! and Franz be- came the hero of the day. In this unceasing whirl of joviality, no thought was cast upon the Balancing of Entries, which, in those days, was the merchant’s vade-mecum, though in our times it is going out of fashion, and for want of it the tongue of the commercial beam too frequently declines with a magnetic virtue from the vertical position. Some years passed on without the joyful Franz’s noticing a diminution in his incomes ; for at his father’s death every chest and coffer had been full. The voraciois host of table-friends, the airy company of jesters, gamesters, parasites, and all who had their living by the prodigal son, took special care to keep reflection at a distance from him ; they hurried him from one enjoyment to another ; kept him constantly in play, lest in some sober moment Reason might awake, and snatch him from their plundering claws. But at last their well of happiness went suddenly dry ; old Melchior’s casks of gold were now run off even to the lees. One day, Franz ordered payment of a large account; his cash- keeper was not in a state to execute the precept, and returned it with a protest. This counter-incident flashed keenly through the soul of Franz ; yet he felt nothing else but anger and vex- ation at his servant, to whose unaccountable perversity, by no means to his own ill husbandry, he charged the present dis- DUMB LOVE. 5 order in his finances. Nor did he give himself the trouble to investigate the real condition of the business ; but after flying to the common Fool’s-litany, and thundering out some scores of curses, he transmitted to his shoulder-shrugging steward the laconic order : Find means. Bill-brokers, usurers and money-changers now came into play. For high interest, fresh sums were poured into the empty coffers ; the silver flooring of the dining-room was then more potent in the eyes of creditors, than in these times of ours the promissory obligation of the Congress of America, with the whole thirteen United States to back it. This palliative suc- ceeded for a season ; but, underhand, the rumour spread about the town, that the silver flooring had been privily removed, and a stone one substituted in its stead. The matter was im- mediately, by application of the lenders, legally inquired into, and discovered to be actually so. Now, it could not be denied, that a marble-floor, worked into nice Mosaic, looked much better in a parlour, than a sheet of dirty, tarnished dollars : the creditors, however, paid so little reverence to the proprietor’s refinement of taste, that on the spot they, one and all, de- manded payment of their several moneys ; and as this was not complied with, they proceeded to procure an act of bankruptcy ; and Melchior’s house, with its appurtenances, offices, gardens, parks and furniture, were sold by public auction, and their late owner, who in this extremity had screened himself from jail by some chicanery of law, judicially ejected. It was now too late to moralise on his absurdities, since philosophical reflections could not alter what was done, and the most wholesome resolutions would not bring him back his money. According to the principles of this our cultivated century, the hero at this juncture ought to have retired with dignity from the stage, or in some way terminated his exist- ence; to have entered on his travels into foreign parts, or opened his carotid artery ; since in his native town he could live no longer as a man of honour. Franz neither did the one nor the other. The qit' en-dira-t-on> which French morality em- ploys as bit and curb for thoughtlessness and folly, had never once occurred to the unbridled squanderer in the days of his profusion, and his sensibility was still too dull to feel so keenly the disgrace of his capricious wastefulness. He was like a 6 MUS/EUS. toper, who has been in drink, and on awakening out of his carousal, cannot rightly understand how matters are or have been with him. He lived according to the manner of unpro- spering spendthrifts ; repented not, lamented not. By good fortune, he had picked some relics from the wreck ; a few small heir-looms of the family ; and these secured him for a time from absolute starvation. He engaged a lodging in a remote alley, into which the sun never shone throughout the year, except for a few days about the solstice, when it peeped for a short while over the high roofs. Here he found the little that his now much-con- tracted wants required. The frugal kitchen of his landlord screened him from hunger, the stove from cold, the roof from rain, the four walls from wind ; only from the pains of tedium he could devise no refuge or resource. The light rabble of parasites had fled away with his prosperity ; and of his former friends there was now no one that knew him. Reading had not yet become a necessary, of life ; people did not yet understand the art of killing time by means of those amusing shapes of fancy which are wont to lodge in empty heads. There were yet no sentimental, pedagogic, psychologic, popular, simple, comic, or moral tales ; no novels of domestic life, no cloister-stories, no romances of the middle ages; and of the innumerable gene- ration of our Henrys, and Adelaides, and Cliffords, and Emmas, no one had as yet lifted up its mantua-maker voice, to weary out the patience of a lazy and discerning public. In those days, knights were still diligently pricking round the tilt-yard ; Dietrich of Bern, Hildebrand, Seyfriedwith the Horns, Renne- wart the Strong, were following their snake and dragon hunt, and killing giants and dwarfs of twelve men’s strength. The venerable epos, Theuerdank , was the loftiest ideal of German art and skill, the latest product of our native wit, but only for the cultivated minds, the poets and thinkers of the age. Franz belonged to none of those classes, and had therefore nothing to employ himself upon, except that he tuned his lute, and some- times twanged a little on it ; then, by way of variation, took to looking from the window, and instituted observations on the weather ; out of which, indeed, there came no inference a whit more edifying than from all the labours of the most rheumatic meteorologist of this present age. Meanwhile his turn for ob- DUMB LOVE. 7 servation ere long found another sort of nourishment, by which the vacant space in his head and heart was at once filled. In the narrow lane right opposite his window dwelt an honest matron, who, in hope of better times, was earning a painful living by the long threads, which, assisted by a mar- vellously fair daughter, she winded daily from her spindle. Day after day the couple spun a length of yarn, with which the whole town of Bremen, with its walls and trenches, and all its suburbs, might have been begirt. These two spinners had not been born for the wheel ; they were of good descent, and had lived of old in pleasant affluence. The fair Meta’s father had once had a ship of his own on the sea, and, freighting it him- self, had yearly sailed to Antwerp ; but a heavy storm had sunk the vessel, “w T ith man and mouse,” and a rich cargo, into the abysses of the ocean, before Meta had passed the years of her childhood. The mother, a staid and reasonable woman, bore the loss of her husband and all her fortune with a wise composure ; in her need she refused, out of noble pride, all help from the charitable sympathy of her relations and friends ; considering it as shameful alms, so long as she be- lieved, that in her own activity she might find a living by the labQur of her hands. She gave up her large house, and all her costly furniture, to the rigorous creditors of her ill-fated hus- band, hired a little dwelling in the lane, and span from early morning till late night, though the trade went sore against her, and she often wetted the thread with her tears. Yet by this diligence she reached her object, of depending upon no one, and owing no mortal any obligation. By and by she trained her growing daughter to the same employment ; and lived so thriftily, that she laid-by a trifle of her gainings, and turned it to account by carrying on a little trade in flax. She, however, nowise purposed to conclude her life in these poor circumstances ; on the contrary, the honest dame kept up her heart with happy prospects into the future, and hoped that she should once more attain a prosperous situation, and in the autumn of her life enjoy her woman’s-summer. Nor were these hopes grounded altogether upon empty dreams of fancy, but upon a rational and calculated expectation. She saw her daughter budding up like a spring rose, no less virtuous and modest than she was fair ; and with such endowments of art 8 MUS^US. and spirit, that the mother felt delight and comfort in her, and spared the morsel from her own lips, that nothing might be want- ing in an education suitable to her capacities. For she thought, that if a maiden could come up to the sketch which Solomon, the wise friend of woman, has left of the ideal of a perfect wife, it could not fail that a pearl of such price would be sought after, and bidden for, to ornament some good man’s house ; for beauty combined with virtue, in the days of Mother Brigitta, were as important in the eyes of wooers, as, in our days, birth combined with fortune. Besides, the number of suitors was in those times greater ; it was then believed that the wife was the most essential, not, as in our refined economical theory, the most superfluous item in the household. The fair Meta, it is true, bloomed only like a precious rare flower in the greenhouse, not under the gay, free sky ; she lived in maternal oversight and keeping, sequestered and still ; was seen in no walk, in no company ; and scarcely once in the year passed through the gate of her native town ; all which seemed utterly to contradict her mother’s principle. The old Lady E * * of Memel under- stood it otherwise, in her time. She sent the itinerant Sophia, it is clear as day, from Memel into Saxony, simply on a mar- riage speculation, and attained her purpose fully. How many hearts did the wandering nymph set on fire, how many suitors courted her ! Had she stayed at home, as a domestic modest maiden, she might have bloomed away in the remoteness of her virgin cell, without even making a conquest of Kubbuz the schoolmaster. Other times, other manners. Daughters with us are a sleeping capital, which must be put in circulation if it is to yield any interest ; of old, they were kept like thrifty savings, under lock and key ; yet the bankers still knew where the treasure lay concealed, and how it might be come at. Mother Brigitta steered towards some prosperous son-in-law, who might lead her back from the Babylonian captivity of the narrow lane into the land of superfluity, flowing with milk and honey; and trusted firmly, that in the urn of Fate, her daughter’s lot would not be coupled with a blank. One day, while neighbour Franz was looking from the win- dow, making observations on the weather, he perceived the charming Meta coming with her mother from church, whither she went daily, to attend mass. In the times of his abundance, DUMB LOVE. 9 the unstable voluptuary had been blind to the fairer half of the species ; the finer feelings were still slumbering in his breast ; and all his senses had been overclouded by the ceaseless tu- mult of debauchery. But now the stormy waves of extrava- gance had subsided ; and in this deep calm, the smallest breath of air sufficed to curl the mirror surface of his soul. He was enchanted by the aspect of this, the loveliest female figure that had ever flitted past him. He abandoned from that hour the barren study of the winds and clouds, and now instituted quite another set of Observations for the furtherance of Moral Science, and one which afforded to himself much finer occupation. He soon extracted from his landlord intelligence of this fair neigh- bour, and learned most part of what we know already. Now rose on him the first repentant thought for his heed- less squandering ; there awoke a secret good-will in his heart to this new acquaintance ; and for her sake he wished that his paternal inheritance were his own again, that the lovely Meta might be fitly dowered with it. His garret in the narrow lane was now so dear to him, that he would not have exchanged it with the Schudding itself . 2 Throughout the day he stirred not from the window, watching for an opportunity of glancing at the dear maiden ; and when she chanced to show herself, he felt more rapture in his soul than did Horrox in his Liverpool Observatory, when he saw, for the first time, Venus passing over the disk of the Sun. Unhappily the watchful mother instituted counter-observa- tions, and ere long discovered what the lounger on the other side was driving at ; and as Franz, in the capacity of spend- thrift, already stood in very bad esteem with her, this daily gazing angered her so much, that she shrouded her lattice as with a cloud, and drew the curtains close together. Meta had the strictest orders not again to appear at the window ; and when her mother went with her to mass, she drew a rain-cap over her face, disguised her like a favourite of the Grand Signior, and hurried till she turned the corner with her, and escaped the eyes of the lierdn-wait. Of Franz, it was not held that penetration was his master faculty ; but Love awakens all the talents of the mind. He 2 One of the largest buildings in Bremen, where the meetings o£ the merchants are usually held. 10 MUSvEUS. observed, that by his imprudent spying, he had betrayed him- self ; and he thenceforth retired from the window, with the resolution not again to look out at it, though the Venerabile itself were carried by. On the other hand, he meditated some invention for proceeding with his observations in a private manner ; and without great labour, his combining spirit mas- tered it. He hired the largest looking-glass that he could find, and hung it up in his room, with such an elevation and direction, that he could distinctly see whatever passed in the dwelling of his neighbours. Here, as for several days the watcher did not come to light, the screens by degrees went asunder ; and the broad mirror now and then could catch the form of the noble maid, and, to the great refreshment of the virtuoso, cast it truly back. The more deeply love took root in his heart , 3 the more widely did his wishes extend. It now struck him that he ought to lay his passion open to the fair Meta, and investigate the corresponding state of her opinions. The commonest and readiest way which lovers, under such a constellation of their wishes, strike into, was in his position inaccessible. In those modest ages, it was always difficult for Paladins in love to in- troduce themselves to daughters of the family ; toilette calls were not in fashion ; trustful interviews tete-a-tete were punished by the loss of reputation to the female sharer ; promenades, esplanades, masquerades, pic-nics, goutes, soupes, and other in- ventions of modern wit for forwarding sweet courtship, had not then been hit upon ; yet, notwithstanding, all things went their course, much as they do with us. Gossipings, weddings, lyke- wakes, were, especially in our Imperial Cities, privileged ve- hicles for carrying on soft secrets, and expediting marriage contracts ; hence the old proverb, One wedding makes a score . But a poor runagate no man desired to number among his bap- tismal relatives ; to no nuptial dinner, to no wakesupper, was he bidden. The by-way of negotiating, with the woman, with the young maid, or any other serviceable spirit of a go-between, was he^e locked up. Mother Brigitta had neither maid nor wo- man ; the flax and yarn trade passed through no hands but her own ; and she abode by her daughter as closely as her shadow. In these circumstances, it was clearly impossible for neigh- 3 ’ Att b rod opau k'pxerai rb ipav. DUMB LOVE. II hour Franz to disclose his heart to the fair Meta, either ver- bally or in writing. Ere long, however, he invented an idiom, which appeared expressly calculated for the utterance of the passions. It is true, the honour of the first invention is not his. Many ages ago, the sentimental Celadons of Italy and Spain had taught melting harmonies, in serenades beneath the balconies of their dames, to speak the language of the heart ; and it is said that this melodious pathos had especial virtue in love-matters ; and, by the confession of the ladies, was more heart-affecting and subduing, than of yore the oratory of the reverend Chrysostom, or the pleadings of Demosthenes and Tully. But of all this the simple Bremer had not heard a syllable ; and consequently the invention of expressing his emotions in symphonious notes, and trilling them to his beloved Meta, was entirely his own. In an hour of sentiment, he took his lute : he did not now tune it merely to accompany his voice, but drew harmonious melodies from its strings ; and Love, in less than a month, had changed the musical scraper to a new Amphion. His first efforts did not seem to have been noticed ; but soon the popu- lation of the lane were all ear, every time the dilettante struck a note. Mothers hushed their children, fathers drove the noisy urchins from the doors, and the performer had the satisfaction to observe that Meta herself, with her alabaster hand, would sometimes open the window as he began to prelude. If he succeeded in enticing her to lend an ear, his voluntaries whirled along in gay allegro , or skipped away in mirthful jigs ; but if the turning of the spindle, or her thrifty mother, kept her back, a heavy-laden andante rolled over the bridge of the sighing lute, and expressed, in languishing modulations, the feeling of sadness which love-pain poured over his soul. Meta was no dull scholar ; she soon learned to interpret this expressive speech. She made various experiments to try whether she had rightly understood it, and found that she could govern at her will the dilettante humours of the unseen lute- twanger ; for your silent modest maidens, it is well known, have a much sharper eye than those giddy flighty girls, who hurry with the levity of butterflies from one object to another, and take proper heed of none. She felt her female vanity a little flattered ; and it pleased her that she had it in her power, by a 12 MUSJEUS, secret magic, to direct the neighbouring lute, and tune it now to the note of joy, now to the whimpering moan of grief. Mother Brigitta, on the other hand, had her head so constantly em- ployed with her traffic on the small scale, that she minded none of these things ; and the sly little daughter took especial care to keep her in the dark respecting the discovery ; and, insti- gated either by some touch of kindness for her cooing neigh- bour, or perhaps by vanity, that she might show her herme- neutic penetration, meditated on the means of making some symbolical response to these harmonious apostrophes to her heart. She expressed a wish to have flower-pots on the outside of the window ; and to grant her this innocent amusement was a light thing for the mother, who no longer feared the coney- catching neighbour, now that she no longer saw him with her eyes. Henceforth Meta had a frequent call to tend her flowers, to water them, to bind them up, and guard them from approach- ing storms, and watch their growth and flourishing. With in- expressible delight the happy Franz explained this hieroglyphic altogether in his favour ; and the speaking lute did not fail to modulate his glad emotions, through the alley, into the heedful ear of the fair friend of flowers. This, in her tender virgin heart, worked wonders. She began to be secretly vexed, when Mother Brigitta, in her wise table-talk, in which at times she spent an hour chatting with her daughter, brought their melo- dious neighbour to her bar, and called him a losel and a slug- gard, or compared him with the Prodigal in the Gospel. She always took his part ; threw the blame of his ruin on the sor- rowful temptations he had met with ; and accused him of no- thing worse than not having fitly weighed the golden proverb, A penny saved is a penny got . Yet she defended him with cunning prudence ; so that it rather seemed as if she wished to help the conversation, than took any interest in the thing itself. While Mother Brigitta within her four walls was inveighing against the luckless spendthrift, he on his side entertained the kindest feelings towards her ; and was considering dili- gently how he might, according to his means, improve her straitened circumstances, and divide with her the little that re- mained to him, and so that she might never notice that a por- tion of his property had passed over into hers. This pious DUMB LOVE. 13 outlay, in good truth, was specially intended not for the mother, but the daughter. Underhand he had come to know, that the fair Meta had a hankering for a new gown, which her mother had excused herself from buying, under pretext of hard times. Yet he judged quite accurately, that a present of a piece of stuff, from an unknown hand, would scarcely be received, or cut into a dress for Meta ; and that he should spoil all, if he stept forth and avowed himself the author of the benefaction. Chance afforded him an opportunity to realise this purpose in the way he wished. Mother Brigitta was complaining to a neighbour, that flax was very dull ; that it cost her more to purchase than the buyers of it would repay; and that hence this branch of indus- try was nothing better, for the present, than a withered bough. Eaves-dropper Franz did not need a second telling ; he ran directly to the goldsmith, sold his mother’s ear-rings, bought some stones of flax, and, by means of a negotiatress, whom he gained, had it offered to the mother for a cheap price. The bargain was concluded ; and it yielded so richly, that on All- Saints’ day the fair Meta sparkled in a fine new gown. In this decoration, she had such a splendour in her watchful neigh- bour’s eyes, that he would have overlooked the Eleven Thou- sand Virgins, all and sundry, had it been permitted him to choose a heart’s-mate from among them, and fixed upon the charming Meta. But just as he was triumphing in the result of his innocent deceit, the secret was betrayed. Mother Brigitta had resolved to do the flax-retailer, who had brought her that rich gain, a kindness in her turn ; and was treating her with a well-sugared rice-pap, and a quarter-stoop of Spanish sack. This dainty set in motion not only the toothless jaw, but also the garrulous tongue of the crone : she engaged to continue the flax-broker- age, should her consigner feel inclined, as from good grounds she guessed he would. One word produced another ; Mother Eve’s two daughters searched, with the curiosity peculiar to their sex, till at length the brittle seal of female secrecy gave way. Meta grew pale with affright at the discovery, which would have charmed her, had her mother not partaken of it. But she knew her strict ideas of morals and decorum ; and these gave her doubts about the preservation of her gown. 14 MUSJEVS. The serious dame herself was no less struck at the tidings, and wished, on her side too, that she alone had got intelligence of the specific nature of her flax-trade ; for she dreaded that this neighbourly munificence might make an impression on her daughter’s heart, which would derange her whole calculations. She resolved, therefore, to root out the still tender germ of this weed, in the very act, from the maiden heart. The gown, in spite of all the tears and prayers of its lovely owner, was first hypothecated, and next day transmitted to the huckster’s shop ; the money raised from it, with the other profits of the flax speculation, accurately reckoned up, were packed together, and under the name of an old debt, returned to “ Mr. Franz Mel- cherson, in Bremen,” by help of the Hamburg post. The receiver, nothing doubting, took the little lot of money as an unexpected blessing ; wished that all his father’s debtors would clear off their old scores as conscientiously as this honest un- known person ; and had not the smallest notion of the real position of affairs. The talking brokeress, of course, was far from giving him a true disclosure of her blabbing ; she merely told him that Mother Brigitta had given up her flax-trade. Meanwhile, the mirror taught him, that the aspects over the way had altered greatly in a single night. The flower-pots were entirely vanished ; and the cloudy veil again obscured the friendly horizon of the opposite window. Meta was seldom visible ; and if for a moment, like the silver moon, from among her clouds in a stormy night, she did appear, her countenance was troubled, the fire of her eyes was extinguished, and it seemed to him, that, at times, with her finger, she pressed away a pearly tear. This seized him sharply by the heart ; and his lute resounded melancholy sympathy in soft Lydian mood. He grieved, and meditated to discover why his love was sad ; but all his thinking and imagining were vain. After some days were past, he noticed, to his consternation, that his dearest piece of furniture, the large mirror, had become entirely useless. He set himself one bright morning in his usual nook, and observed that the clouds over the way had, like natural fog, entirely dispersed ; a sign which he at first imputed to a gene- ral washing ; but ere long he saw that, in the chamber, all was waste and empty ; his pleasing neighbours had in silence withdrawn the night before, and r broken up their quarters. 499 DUMB LOVE. 15 He might now, once more, with the greatest leisure and convenience, enjoy the free prospect from his window, without fear of being troublesome to any ; but for him it was a dead loss to miss the kind countenance of his Platonic love. Mute and stupefied, he stood, as of old his fellow-craftsman, the har- monious Orpheus, when the dear shadow of his Eurydice again vanished down to Orcus ; and if the bedlam humour of those “ noble minds,” who raved among us through the bygone lustre, but have now like drones disappeared with the earliest frost, had then been ripened to existence, this calm of his would certainly have passed into a sudden hurricane. The least he could have done, would have been to pull his hair, to trundle himself about upon the ground, or run his head against the wall, and break his stove and window. All this he omitted ; from the very simple cause, that true love never makes men fools, but rather is the universal remedy for healing sick minds of their foolishness, for laying gentle fetters on extravagance, and guiding youthful giddiness from the broad way of ruin to the narrow path of reason ; for the rake whom love will not recover is lost irrecoverably. When once his spirit had assembled its scattered powers, he set on foot a number of instructive meditations on the un- expected phenomenon, but too visible in the adjacent horizon. He readily conceived that he was the lever which had effected the removal of the wandering colony : his money-letter, the abrupt conclusion of the flax-trade, and the emigration which had followed thereupon, were like reciprocal exponents to each other, and explained the whole to him. He perceived that Mother Brigitta had got round his secrets, and saw from every circumstance that he was not her hero ; a discovery which yielded him but little satisfaction. The symbolic responses of the fair Meta, with her flower-pots, to his musical proposals of love ; her trouble, and the tear which he had noticed in her bright eyes shortly before her departure from the lane, again animated his hopes, and kept him in good heart. His first employment was to go in quest, and try to learn where Mother Brigitta had pitched her residence, in order to main- tain, by some means or other, his secret understanding with the daughter. It cost him little toil to find her abode ; yet he was too modest to shift his own lodging to her neighbourhood ; i6 HUSNUS. but satisfied himself with spying out the church where she now attended mass, that he might treat himself once each day with a glance of his beloved. He never failed to meet her as she returned, now here, now there, in some shop or door which she was passing, and salute her kindly ; an equivalent for a billet-doux , and productive of the same effect. Had not Meta been brought up in a style too nunlike, and guarded by her rigid mother as a treasure, from the eyes of thieves, there is little doubt that neighbour Franz, with his secret wooing, would have made no great impression on her heart. But she was at the critical age when Mother Nature and Mother Brigitta, with their wise nurture, were perpetually coming into collision. The former taught her, by a secret in- stinct, the existence of emotions, for which she had no name, and eulogised them as the panacea of life ; the latter warned her to beware of the surprisals of a passion, which she would not designate by its true title, but which, as she maintained, was more pernicious and destructive to young maidens than the small-pox itself. The former, in the spring of life, as beseemed the season, enlivened her heart with a genial warmth ; the lat- ter wished that it should always be as cold and frosty as an ice-house. These conflicting pedagogic systems of the two good mothers gave the tractable heart of the daughter the di- rection of a ship which is steered against the wind, and follows neither the wind nor the helm, but a course between the two, She maintained the modesty and virtue which her education, from her youth upwards, had impressed upon her ; but her heart continued open to all tender feelings. And as neighbour Franz was the first youth who had awakened these slumbering emotions, she took a certain pleasure in him, which she scarcely owned to herself, but which any less unexperienced maiden would have recognised as love. It was for this that her de- parture from the narrow lane had gone so near her heart ; for this that the little tear had trickled from her beautiful eyes ; for this that, when the watchful Franz saluted her as she came from church, she thanked him so kindly, and grew scarlet to the ears. The lovers had in truth never spoken any word to one another ; but he understood her, and she him, so perfectly, that in the most secret interview they could not have explained themselves more clearly; and both contracting parties swore in DUMB LOVE. 17 their silent hearts, each for himself, under the seal of secrecy, the oath of faithfulness to the other. In the quarter, where Mother Brigitta had now settled, there were likewise neighbours, and among these likewise girl- spiers, whom the beauty of the charming Meta had not escaped. Right opposite their dwelling lived a wealthy Brewer, whom the wags of the part, as he was strong in means, had named the Hop-King. He was a young stout widower, whose mourning year was just concluding, so that now he was entitled, without offending the precepts of decorum, to look about him elsewhere for a new helpmate to hi» household. Shortly after the depar- ture of his whilom wife, he had in secret entered into an en- gagement with his Patron Saint, St. Christopher, to offer him a wax-taper as long as a hop-pole, and as thick as a mashing- beam, if he would vouchsafe in this second choice to prosper the desire of his heart. Scarcely had he seen the dainty Meta, when he dreamed that St. Christopher looked in upon him, through the window of his bedroom in the second story , 4 and demanded payment of his debt. To the quick widower this seemed a heavenly call to cast out the net without delay. Early in the morning he sent for the brokers of the town, and commissioned them to buy bleached wax ; then decked himself like a Syndic, and set forth to expedite his marriage specula- tion. He had no musical talents, and in the secret symbolic language of love he was no better than a blockhead ; but he had a rich brewery, a solid mortgage on the city-revenues, a ship on the Weser, and a farm without the gates. With such recommendations he might have reckoned on a prosperous issue to his courtship, independently of all assistance from St. Kit, especially as his bride was without dowry. According to old use and wont, he went directly to the master hand, and disclosed to the mother, in a kind neigh- bourly way, his Ghristian intentions towards her virtuous and honourable daughter. No angel’s visit could have charmed the good lady more than these glad tidings. She now saw ripen- ing before her the fruit of her prudent scheme, and the fulfil- 4 St. Christopher never appears to his favourites, like the other Saints, in a solitary room, encircled with a glory : there is no room high enough to admit him ; thus the celestial Son of Anak is obliged to transact all business with his wards outside the window. VOL. I. c i8 MVSJEUS. ment of her hope again to emerge from her present poverty into her former abundance ; she blessed the good thought of moving from the crooked alley, and in the first ebullition of her joy, as a thousand gay ideas were ranking themselves up within her soul, she also thought of neighbour Franz, who had given occasion to it. Though Franz was not exactly her bosom- youth, she silently resolved to gladden him, as the accidental instrument of her rising star, with some secret gift or other, and by this means likewise recompense his well-intended flax- dealing. In the maternal heart the marriage-articles were as good as signed ; but decorum did not permit these rash proceedings in a matter of such moment. She therefore let the motion lie ad referendum , to be considered by her daughter and her- self ; and appointed a term of eight days, after which “ she hoped she should have it in her power to give the much-re- spected suitor a reply that would satisfy him all which, as the common manner of proceeding, he took in good part, and with his usual civilities withdrew. No sooner had he turned his back, than spinning-wheel and reel, swingling-stake and hatchel, without regard being paid to their faithful services, and without accusation being lodged against them, were con- signed, like some luckless Parliament of Paris, to disgrace, and dismissed as useless implements into the lumber-room. On returning from mass, Meta was astonished at the sudden catastrophe which had occurred in the apartment ,* it was all decked out as on one of the three high Festivals of the year. She could not understand how her thrifty mother, on a work- day, had so neglectfully put her active hand in her bosom ; but before she had time to question the kindly-smiling dame con- cerning this reform in household affairs, she was favoured by the latter with an explanation of the riddle. Persuasion rested on Brigitta’s tongue ; and there flowed from her lips a stream of female eloquence, depicting the offered happiness in the live- liest hues which her imagination could lay on. She expected from the chaste Meta the blush of soft virgin bashfulness, which announces the novitiate in love ; and then a full resig- nation of herself to the maternal will. For of old, in proposals of marriage, daughters were situated as our princesses are still ; they were not asked about their inclination, and had no voice DUMB LOVE. 19 in the selection of their legal helpmate, save the Yes before the altar. But Mother Brigitta was in this point widely mistaken ; the fair Meta did not at the unexpected announcement grow red as a rose, but pale as ashes. An hysterical giddiness swam over her brain, and she sank fainting in her mother’s arms. When her senses were recalled by the sprinkling of cold water, and she had in some degree recovered strength, her eyes overflowed with tears, as if a heavy misfortune had befallen her. From all these symptoms, the sagacious mother easily perceived that the marriage-trade was not to her taste ; at which she wondered not a little, sparing neither prayers nor admonitions to her daughter to secure her happiness by this good match, not flout it from her by caprice and contradiction. But Meta could not be persuaded that her happiness depended on a match, to which her heart gave no assent. The debates between the mother and the daughter lasted several days, from early morn- ing to late night ; the term for decision was approaching ; the sacred taper for St. Christopher, which Og King of Bashan need not have disdained had it been lit for him as a marriage- torch at his espousals, stood in readiness, all beautifully painted with living flowers like a many-coloured light, though the Saint had all the while been so inactive in his client’s cause, that the fair Meta’s heart was still bolted and barred against him fast as ever. Meanwhile she had bleared her eyes with weeping, and the maternal rhetoric had worked so powerfully, that, like a flower in the sultry heat, she was drooping together, and visibly fading away. Hidden grief was gnawing at her heart ; she had prescribed herself a rigorous fast, and for three days no morsel had she eaten, and with no drop of water moistened her parched lips. By night sleep never visited her eyes ; and with all this she grew sick to death, and began to talk about extreme unction . As the tender mother saw the pillar of her hope waver- ing, and bethought herself that she might lose both capital and interest at once, she found, on accurate consideration, that it would be more advisable to let the latter vanish, than to miss them both ; and with kindly indulgence plied into the daughter’s will. It cost her much constraint, indeed, and many hard bat- tles, to turn away so advantageous an offer ; yet at last, accord- 20 MUSJEXJS. in g to established order in household governments, she yielded unconditionally to the inclination of her child, and remonstrated no more with her beloved patient on the subject. As the stout widower announced himself on the appointed day, in the full trust that his heavenly deputy had arranged it all according to his wish, he received, quite unexpectedly, a negative answer, which, however, was sweetened with* such a deal of blandish- ment, that he swallowed it like wine-of-wormwood mixed with sugar. For the rest, he easily accommodated himself to his destiny ; and discomposed himself no more about it, than if some bargain fqr a ton of malt had chanced to come to nothing. Nor, on the whole, had he any cause to sorrow without hope. His native town has never wanted amiable daughters, who come up to the Solomonic sketch, and are ready to make perfect spouses ; besides, notwithstanding this unprospered courtship, he depended with firm confidence upon his Patron Saint ; who in fact did him such substantial service elsewhere, that ere a month elapsed, he had planted with much pomp his devoted taper at the friendly shrine. Mother Brigitta was now fain to recall the exiled spinning- tackle from its lumber-room, and again set it in action. All once more went its usual course. Meta soon bloomed out anew, was active in business, and diligently went to mass ; but the mother could not hide her secret grudging at the failure of her hopes, and the annihilation of her darling plan ; she was splenetic, peevish and dejected. Her ill-humour had especially the upper hand that day when neighbour Hop-King held his nuptials. As the wedding company proceeded to the church, with the town-band bedrumming and becymballing them in the van, she whimpered and sobbed as in the evil hour when the J ob’s-news reached her, that the wild sea had devoured her hus- band, with ship and fortune. Meta looked at the bridal pomp with great equanimity ; even the royal ornaments, the jewels in the myrtle-crown, and the nine strings of true pearls about the neck of the bride, made no impression on her peace of mind ; a circumstance in some degree surprising, since a new Paris cap, or any other meteor in the gallery of Mode, will so fre- quently derange the contentment and domestic peace of an en- tire parish. Nothing but the heart-consuming sorrow of her mother discomposed her, and overclouded the gay look of her DUMB LOVE. 21 eyes ; she strove by a thousand caresses and little attentions to work herself into favour ; and she so far succeeded that the good lady grew a little more communicative. In the evening, when the wedding-dance began, she said, 11 Ah, child ! this merry dance it might have been thy part to lead off. What a pleasure, hadst thou recompensed thy mother’s care and toil with this joy ! But thou hast mocked thy happi- ness, and now I shall never see the day when I am to attend thee to the altar.” — 44 Dear mother,” answered Meta, “ I con- fide in Heaven ; and if it is written above that I am to be led to the altar, you will surely deck my garland : for when the right wooer comes, my heart will soon say Yes.” — “ Child, for girls without dowry there is no press of wooers ; they are heavy ware to trade with. Nowadays the bachelors are mighty stingy ; they court to be happy, not to make happy. Besides, thy planet bodes thee no good ; thou wert born in April. Let us see how it is written in the Calendar : 4 A damsel born in this month is comely of countenance, slender of shape, but of changeful humour, has a liking to men. Should have an eye upon her maiden garland, and so a laughing wooer come, not miss her fortune.’ Alas, it answers to a hair ! The wooer has been here, comes not again: thou hast missed him.” — “Ah, mother ! let the planet say its pleasure, never mind it ; my heart says to me that I should love and honour the man who asks me to be his wife : and if I do not find that man, or he do not seek me, I will live in good courage by the labour of my hands, and stand by you, and nurse you in your old age, as beseems a good daughter. But if the man of my heart do come, then bless my choice, that it may be well with your daughter on the Earth ; and ask not whether he is noble, rich, or famous, but whether he is good and honest, whether he loves and is loved.” — 44 Ah, daughter ! Love keeps a sorry kitchen, and feeds one poorly, along with bread and salt.” — 44 But yet Unity and Contentment delight to dwell with him, and these season bread and salt with the cheerful enjoyment of our days.” The pregnant subject of bread and salt continued to be sifted till the night was far spent, and the last fiddle in the wedding-dance was resting from its labours. The moderation of the prudent Meta, who, with youth and beauty on her side, pretended only to an altogether bounded happiness, after hav- 22 MUSyEUS. ing turned away an advantageous offer, led the mother to con- jecture that the plan of some such salt-trade might already have been sketched in the heart of the virgin. Nor did she fail to guess the trading-partner in the lane, of whom she never had believed that he would be the tree for rooting in the lovely Meta’s heart. She had looked upon him only as a wild ten- dril, that stretches out towards every neighbouring twig, to clamber up by means of it. This discovery procured her little joy ; but she gave no hint that she had made it. Only, in the spirit of her rigorous morality, she compared a maiden who lets love, before the priestly benediction, nestle in her heart, to a worm-eaten apple, which is good for the eye, but no longer for the palate, and is laid upon a shelf and no more heeded, for the pernicious worm is eating its internal marrow, and cannot be dislodged. She now despaired of ever holding up her head again in Bremen ; submitted to her fate, and bore in silence what she thought was now not to be altered. Meanwhile the rumour of the proud Meta’s having given the rich Hop-King the basket, spread over the town, and sounded even into Franz’s garret in the alley. Franz was transported with joy to hear this tale confirmed ; and the se- cret anxiety lest some wealthy rival might expel him from the dear maiden’s heart tormented him no more. He was now certain of his object ; and the riddle, which for every one con- tinued an insoluble problem, had no mystery for him. Love had already changed a spendthrift into a dilettante ; but this for a bride-seeker was the very smallest of recommendations, a gift which in those rude times was rewarded neither with such praise nor with such pudding, as it is in our luxurious century. The fine arts were not then children of superfluity, but of want and necessity. No travelling professors were at that time known, save the Prague students, whose squeaking symphonies solicited a charitable coin at the doors of the rich. The beloved maiden’s sacrifice was too great to be repaid by a serenade. And now the feeling of his youthful dissipation be- came a thorn in the soul of Franz. Many a touching mono- drama did he begin with an O and an Ah, besighing his past madness: “Ah, Meta,” said he to himself, “why did I not know thee sooner ! Thou hadst been my guardian angel, thou hadst saved me from destruction. Could I live my lost years DUMB LOVE. 23 over again, and be what I was, the world were now Elysium for me, and for thee I would make it an Eden ! Noble maiden, thou sacrificest thyself to a wretch, to a beggar, who has no- thing in the world but a heart full of love, and despair that he can offer thee no happiness such as thou deservest.” Innumer- able times, in the paroxysms of these pathetic humours, he struck his brow in fury, with the repentant exclamation : “ O fool ! O madman ! thou art wise too late.” Love, however, did not leave its working incomplete. It had already brought about a wholesome fermentation in his spirit, a desire to put in use his powers and activity, to try if he might struggle up from his present nothingness : it now in- cited him to the attempt of executing these good purposes* Among many speculations he had entertained for the recruit- ing of his wrecked finances, the most rational and promising was this : To run over his father’s ledgers, and there note down any small escheats which had been marked as lost, with a view of going through the land, and gleaning, if so were that a lock of wheat might still be gathered from these neglected ears. With the produce of this enterprise, he would then com- mence some little traffic, which his fancy soon extended over all the quarters of the world. Already, in his mind’s eye, he had vessels on the sea, which were freighted with his property. He proceeded rapidly to execute his purpose ; changed the last golden fragment of his heritage, his father’s hour-egg , 5 into money, and bought with it a riding nag, which was to bear him as a Bremen merchant out into the wide world. Yet the parting with his fair Meta went sore against his heart. “What will she think,” said he to himself, “of this sudden disappearance, when thou shalt no more meet her in the church-way ? Will she not regard thee as faithless, and banish thee from her heart ?” This thought afflicted him ex- ceedingly ; and for a great while he could think of no expe- dient for explaining to her his intention. But at last inventive Love suggested the idea of signifying to her from the pulpit itself his absence and its purpose. With this view, in the church, which had already favoured the secret understanding of the lovers, he bought a Prayer “for a young Traveller, and 5 The oldest watches, from the shape they had, were named hour- eggs. 24 MUSJEUS. the happy arrangement of his affairs;’* which was to last, till he should come again and pay his groschen for the Thanks- giving. At the last meeting, he had dressed himself as for the road ; he passed quite near his sweetheart ; saluted her expressively, and with less reserve than before ; so that she blushed deeply ; and Mother Brigitta found opportunity for various marginal notes, which indicated her displeasure at the boldness of this ill-bred fop, in attempting to get speech of her daughter, and with which she entertained the latter not in the most pleasant style the livelong day. From that morning Franz was no more seen in Bremen, and the finest pair of eyes within its circuit sought for him in vain. Meta often heard the Prayer read, but she did not heed it, for her heart was troubled because her lover had become invisible. This disappearance was inexplic- able to her ; she knew not what to think of it. After the lapse of some months, when time had a little softened her secret care, and she was suffering his absence with a calmer mind, it happened once, as the last appearance of her love was hover- ing upon her fancy, that this same Prayer struck her as a strange matter. She coupled one thing with another, she guessed the true connexion of the business, and the meaning of that notice. And although church litanies and special prayers have not the reputation of extreme potency, and for the worthy souls that lean on them are but a supple staff, in- asmuch as the fire of devotion in the Christian flock is « wont to die out at the end of the sermon ; yet in the pious Meta’s case, the reading of the last Prayer was the very thing which fanned that fire into a flame ; and she never neglected, with her whole heart, to recommend the young traveller to his guardian angel. Under this invisible guidance, Franz was journeying to- wards Brabant, to call in some considerable sums that were due him at Antwerp. A journey from Bremen to Antwerp, in the time when road-blockades were still in fashion, and every landlord thought himself entitled to plunder any traveller who had purchased no safe-conduct, and to leave him pining in the ward-room of his tower, was an undertaking of more peril and difficulty, than in our days would attend a journey from Bre- men to Kamtschatka : for the Land-fried (or Act for suppress- DUMB LOVE. 2 5 ing Private Wars), which the Emperor Maximilian had pro- claimed, was in force through the Empire, rather as a law than an observance. Nevertheless our solitary traveller suc- ceeded in arriving at the goal of his pilgrimage, without en- countering more than a single adventure. Far in the wastes of Westphalia, he rode one sultry day till nightfall, without reaching any inn. Towards evening stormy clouds towered up at the horizon, and a heavy rain wetted him to the skin. To the fondling, who from his youth had been accustomed to all possible conveniences, this was a heavy matter, and he felt himself in great embarrassment how in this condition he should -pass the night. To his comfort, when the tempest had moved away, he saw a light in the dis- tance ; and soon after, reached a mean peasant hovel, which afforded him but little consolation. The house was more like a cattle-stall than a human habitation ; and the unfriendly landlord refused him fire and water, as if he had been an out- law. For the man was just about to stretch himself upon the straw among his steers ; and too tired to relight the fire on his hearth, for the sake of a stranger. Franz in his despond- ency uplifted a mournful miserere , and cursed the Westphalian steppes with strong maledictions : but the peasant took it all in good part ; and blew out his light with great composure, troubling himself no farther about the stranger ; for in the laws of hospitality he was altogether uninstructed. But as the way- farer, standing at the door, would not cease to annoy him with his lamentations, he endeavoured in a civil way to get rid of him, consented to answer, and said : “ Master, if you want good entertainment, and would treat yourself handsomely, you could not find what you are seeking here. But ride there to the left hand, through the bushes ; a little way behind, lies the Castle of the valiant Eberhard Bronkhorst, a knight who lodges every traveller, as a Hospitaller does the pilgrims from the Holy Sepulchre. He has just one maggot in his head, which some- times twitches and vexes him ; he lets no traveller depart from him unbasted. If you do not lose your way, though he may dust your jacket, you will like your cheer prodigiously.” To buy a mess of pottage, and a stoup of wine, by sur- rendering one’s ribs to the bastinado, is in truth no job for every man, though your spungers and plate-lickers let them- 26 MUS^EUS, selves be tweaked and snubbed, and from rich artists willingly endure all kinds of tar-and-feathering, so their palates be but tickled for the service. Franz considered for a while, and was undetermined what to do ; at last he resolved on fronting the adventure. “What is it to me,” said he, “whether my back be broken here on miserable straw, or by the Ritter Bronk- horst ? The friction will expel the fever which is coming on, and shake me tightly if I cannot dry my clothes.” He put spurs to his nag, and soon arrived before a castle-gate of old Gothic architecture ; knocked pretty plainly on the iron door, and an equally distinct “Who’s there?” resounded from within. To the freezing passenger, the long entrance ceremonial of this I door-keeper precognition was as inconvenient, as are similar ! delays to travellers who, at barriers and gates of towns, bewail or execrate the despotism of guards and tollmen. Neverthe- less he must submit to use and wont, and patiently wait to see whether the philanthropist in the Castle was disposed that night for cudgelling a guest, or would choose rather to assign him a couch under the open canopy. The possessor of this ancient tower had served, in his youth, .as a stout soldier in the Emperor’s army, under the bold Georg [von Fronsberg, and led a troop of foot against the Venetians ; had afterwards retired to repose, and was now living on his property ; where, to expiate the sins of his campaigns, he em- ployed himself in doing good works ; in feeding the hungry giving drink to the thirsty, lodging pilgrims, and cudgelling his lodgers out of doors. For he was a rude wild son of war; and could not lay aside his martial tone, though he had lived for many years in silent peace. The traveller, who had now de- termined for good quarters to submit to the custom of the house, had not waited long till the bolts and locks began rattling with- in, and the creaking gate-leaves moved asunder, moaning in doleful notes, as if to warn or to deplore the entering stranger. Franz felt one cold shudder after the other running down his back, as he passed in ; nevertheless he was handsomely re- ceived ; some servants hastened to assist him in dismounting ; speedily unbuckled his luggage, took his steed to the stable, and its rider to a large well-lighted chamber, where their mas- ter was in waiting. The warlike aspect of this athletic gentleman, — who ad- DUMB LOVE. 27 vanced to meet his guest, and shook him by the hand so heartily, that he was like to shout with pain, and bade him wel- come with a Stentor’s voice, as if the stranger had been deaf, and seemed withal to be a person still in the vigour of life, full of fire and strength, — put the timorous wanderer into such a terror, that he could not hide his apprehensions, and began to tremble over all his body. “What ails you, my young master,” asked the Ritter, with a voice of thunder, “that you quiver like an aspen leaf, and look as pale as if Death had you by the throat ?” Franz plucked up a spirit ; and considering that his shoul- ders had at all events the score to pay, his poltroonery passed into a species of audacity. “Sir,” replied he, “you perceive that the rain has soaked me, as if I had swum across the Weser. Let me have my clothes dried or changed ; and get me, by way of luncheon, a well-spiced aleberry, to drive away the ague-fit that is quaking through my nerves ; then I shall come to heart, in some degree.” “Good !” replied the Knight ; “demand what you want ; you are at home here.” Franz made himself be served like a bashaw ; and having nothing else but currying to expect, he determined to deserve it ; he bantered and bullied, in his most imperious style, the servants that were waiting on him ; it comes all to one, thought he, in the long-run. “This waistcoat,” said he, “would go round a tun ; bring me one that fits a little better : this slipper burns like a coal against my corns ; pitch it over the lists : this ruff is stiff as a plank, and throttles me like a halter ; bring one that is easier, and is not plastered with starch.” At this Bremish frankness, the landlord, far from showing any anger, kept inciting his servants to go briskly through with their commands, and calling them a pack of blockheads, who were fit to serve no stranger. The table being furnished, the Ritter and his guest sat down to it, and both heartily en- joyed their aleberry. The Ritter asked : “ Would you have aught farther, by way of supper ?” “Bring us what you have,” said Franz, “that I may see how your kitchen is provided.” Immediately appeared the Cook, and placed upon the table a repast with which a duke might have been satisfied. Franz 28 MUSJEUS. diligently fell to, without waiting to be pressed. When he had satisfied himself: “ Your kitchen,” said he, “is notill-furnished, I perceive ; if your cellar corresponds to it, I shall almost praise your housekeeping.” Bronkhorst nodded to his Butler, who directly filled the cup of welcome with common table wine, tasted, and presented it to his master, and the latter cleared it at a draught to the health of his guest. Franz pledged him honestly, and Bronk- horst asked : “ Now, fair sir, what say you to the wine ?” “I say,” answered Franz, “that it is bad, if it is the best sort in your catacombs ; and good, if it is your meanest number.” “ You are a judge,” replied the Ritter : “ Here, Butler, bring us of the mother-cask.” The Butler put a stoup upon the table, as a sample, and Franz having tasted it, said, “Ay, this is genuine last year’s growth ; we will stick by this.” The Ritter made a vast pitcher of it be brought in ; soon drank himself into hilarity and glee beside his guest ; began to talk of his campaigns, how he had been encamped against the Venetians, had broken through their barricado, and butchered the Italian squadrons, like a flock of sheep. In this narrative he rose into such a warlike enthusiasm, that he hewed down bottles and glasses, brandishing the carving-knife like a lance, and in the fire of action came so near his messmate with it, that the latter was in fright for his nose and ears. It grew late, but no sleep came into the eyes of the Ritter ; he seemed to be in his proper element, when he got to speak of his Venetian campaigns. The vivacity of his narration in- creased with every cup he emptied ; and Franz was afraid that this would prove the prologue to the melodrama, in which he himself was to play the most interesting part. To learn whether it was meant that he should lodge within the Castle, or without, he demanded a bumper by way of good-night. Now, he thought, his host would first force him to drink more wine, and if he refused, would, under pretext of a drinking quarrel, send him forth, according to the custom of the house, with the usual viaticum. Contrary to his expectation, the request was granted without remonstrance ; the Ritter instantly cut asunder the thread of his narrative, and said : “ Time will wait on no one ; more of it tomorrow !” DUMB LOVE. 29 " Pardon me, Herr Ritter,” answered Franz, “ tomorrow by- sunrise I must over hill and dale ; I am travelling afar journey to Brabant, and must not linger here. So let me take leave of you tonight, that my departure may not disturb you in the morning.” “Do your pleasure,” said the Ritter; “but depart from this you shall not, till I am out of the feathers, to refresh you with a bit of bread, and a toothful of Dantzig, then attend you to the door, and dismiss you according to the fashion of the house.” Franz needed no interpretation of these words. Willingly as he would have excused his host this last civility, attendance to the door, the latter seemed determined to abate no whit of the established ritual. He ordered his servants to undress the stranger, and put him in the guest’s-bed ; where Franz, once settled on elastic swan’s down, felt himself extremely snug, and enjoyed delicious rest ; so that ere he fell asleep, he owned to himself that, for such royal treatment, a moderate bastinado was not too dear a price. Soon pleasant dreams came hover- ing round his fancy. He found his charming Meta in a rosy grove, where she was walking with her mother, plucking flowers. Instantly he hid himself behind a thick-leaved hedge, that the rigorous duenna might not see him. Again his imagination placed him in the alley, and by his looking-glass he saw the snow-white hand of the maiden busied with her flowers ; soon he was sitting with her on the grass, and longing to declare his heartfelt love to her, and the bashful shepherd found no words to do it in. He would have dreamed till broad mid-day, had he not been roused by the sonorous voice and clanking spurs of the Ritter, who, with the earliest dawn, was holding a review of kitchen and cellar, ordering a sufficient breakfast to be readied, and placing every servant at his post, to be at hand when the guest should awake, to dress him, and wait upon him. It cost the happy dreamer no small struggling to forsake his safe and hospitable bed. He rolled to this side and to that ; but the pealing voice of the worshipful Knight came heavy on his heart ; and dally as he might, the sour apple must at last be bit. So he rose from his down; and immediately a dozen hands were busy dressing him. The Ritter led him into the parlour, where a small well-furnished table waited them ; 30 MUS^US. but now, when the hour of reckoning had arrived, the travel- ler’s appetite was gone. The host endeavoured to encourage him. “Why do you not get to ? Come, take somewhat for the raw foggy morning.” “Herr Ritter,” answered Franz, “my stomach is still too full of your supper ; but my pockets are empty ; these I may fill for the hunger that is to come.” With this he began stoutly cramming, and stowed himself with the daintiest and best that was transportable, till all his pockets were bursting. Then, observing that his horse, well curried and equipt, was led past, he took a dram of Dantzig for good-b’ye, in the thought that this would be the watch-word for his host to catch him by the neck, and exercise his house- hold privileges. But, to his astonishment, the Ritter shook him kindly by the hand, as at his first entrance, wished him luck by the way, and the bolted door was thrown open. He loitered not in put- ting spurs to his nag ; and, tip ! tap 1 he was without the gate, and no hair of him harmed. A heavy stone was lifted from his heart, as he found him- self in safety, and saw that he had got away with a whole skin. He could not understand how the landlord had trusted him the shot, which, as he imagined, must have run pretty high on the chalk : and he embraced with warm love the hospitable man, whose club-law arm he had so much dreaded ; and he felt a strong desire to search out, at the fountain-head, the reason or unreason of the ill report which had affrighted him. Accord- ingly he turned his horse, and cantered back. The Knight was still standing in the gate, and descanting with his servants, for the forwarding of the science of horse-flesh, on the breed, shape and character of the nag, and his hard pace : he sup- posed the stranger must have missed something in his travel- ling gear, and he already looked askance at his servants for such negligence. “What is it, young master,” cried he, “that makes you turn again, when you were for proceeding ?” “Ah! yet a word, valiant Knight,” cried the traveller. “An ill report has gone abroad, that injures your name and breeding. It is said that you treat every stranger that calls upon you with your best ; and then, when he leaves you, let DUMB LOVE. 31 him feel the weight of your strong fists. This story I have credited, and spared nothing to deserve my due from you. I thought within myself, His worship will abate me nothing ; I will abate him as little. But now you let me go, without strife or peril ; and that is what surprises me. Pray tell me, is there any shadow of foundation for the thing ; or shall I call the foolish chatter lies next time I hear it ?” The Ritter answered : “ Report has nowise told you lies ; there is no saying that circulates among the people but con- tains in it some grain of truth. Let me tell you accurately how the matter stands. I lodge every stranger that comes beneath my roof, and divide my morsel with him, for the love of God. But I am a plain German man, of the old cut and fashion ; speak as it lies about my heart, and require that my guest also should be hearty and confiding ; should enjoy with me what I have, and tell frankly what he wants. Now, there is a sort of people that vex me with all manner of grimaces ; that banter me with smirkings, and bows, and crouchings ; put all their words to the torture ; make a deal of talk without sense or salt ; think they will cozen me with smooth speeches ; behave at din- ner as women at a christening. If I say, Help yourself ! out of reverence, they pick you a fraction from the plate which I would not offer to my dog : if I say, Your health! they scarcely wet their lips from the full cup, as if they set God’s gifts at naught. Now, when the sorry rabble carry things too far with me, and I cannot, for the soul of me, know what they would be at, I get into a rage at last, and use my household privilege ; catch the noodle by the spall, thrash him sufficiently, and pack him out of doors. This is the use and wont with me, and I do so with every guest that plagues me with these freaks. But a man of your stamp is always welcome : you told me plump out in plain German what you thought, as is the fashion with the Bremers. Call on me boldly again, if your road lead you hither. And so, God be with you.” Franz now moved on, with a joyful humour, towards Ant- werp ; and he wished that he might everywhere find such a reception as he had met from the Ritter Eberhard Bronkhorst. On approaching the ancient queen of the Flemish cities, the sail of his hope was swelled by a propitious breeze. Riches and superfluity met him. in every street ; and it seemed as if scarcity 32 MUSjEUS. and want had been exiled fram the busy town. In all proba- bility, thought he, there must be many of my father’s debtors who have risen again, and will gladly make me full payment whenever I substantiate my claims. After resting for a while from his fatigues, he set about obtaining, in the inn where he was quartered, some preliminary knowledge of the situation of his debtors. “How stands it with Peter Martens ?” inquired he one day of his companions at table ; “ is he still living, and doing much business ?” “ Peter Martens is a warm man,” answered one of the party ; “ has a brisk commission trade, and draws good profit from it.” “ Is Fabian van Pliirs still in good circumstances ?” “ O ! there is no end to Fabian’s wealth. He is a Coun- cillor ; his woollen manufactories are thriving incredibly.” “ Has Jonathan Frischkier good custom in his trade ?” “Ah ! Jonathan were now a brisk fellow, had not Kaiser Max let the French chouse him out of his Princess . 6 Jonathan had got the furnishing of the lace for the bride’s dress ; but the Kaiser has left poor Frischkier in the lurch, as the bride has left himself. If you have a fair one, whom you would remem- ber with a bit of lace, he will give it you at half-price.” “Is the firm Op de Biitekant still standing, or has it sunk?” “ There was a crack in the beams there some years ago ; but the Spanish caravelles have put a new prop to it, and it now holds fast.” Franz inquired about several other merchants who were on his list ; found that most of them, though in his father’s time they had “ failed,” were now standing firmly on their legs ; and inferred from this, that a judicious bankruptcy has, from of old, been the mine of future gains. This intelligence re- freshed him mightily : he hastened to put his documents in order, and submit them to the proper parties. But with the Antwerpers, he fared as his itinerating countrymen do with shopkeepers in the German towns : they find everywhere a friendly welcome at their first appearance, but are looked upon with cheerfulness nowhere when they come collecting 6 Anne of Brittany. DUMB LOVE. 33 debts. Some would have nothing to do with these former sins ; and were of opinion, that by the tender of the legal live-per- cent composition they had been entirely abolished : it was the creditor’s fault if he had not accepted payment in time. Others could not recollect any Melchior of Bremen ; opened their Infallible Books ; found no debtor-entry marked for this unknown name. Others, again, brought out a strong counter- reckoning ; and three days had not passed till Franz was sitting in the Debtors’ Ward, to answer for his father’s credit, not to depart till he had paid the uttermost farthing. These were not the best prospects for the young man, who had set his hope and trust upon the Antwerp patrons of his fortune, and now saw the fair soap-bubble vanish quite away. In his strait confinement, he felt himself in the condition of a soul in Purgatory, now that his skiff had run ashore and gone to pieces, in the middle of the haven where he thought to find security. Every thought of Meta was as a thorn in his heart ; there was now no shadow of a possibility, that from the whirl- pool which had sunk him, he could ever rise, and stretch out his hand to her ; nor, suppose he should get his head above water, was it in poor Meta’s power to pull him on dry land. He fell into a sullen desperation ; had no wish but to die speedily, and give his woes the slip at once ; and, in fact, he did attempt to kill himself by starvation. But this is a sort of death which is not at the beck of every one, so ready as the shrunk Pompo- nius Atticus found it, when his digestive apparatus had already struck work. A sound peptic stomach does not yield so tamely to the precepts of the head or heart. After the moribund debtor had abstained two days from food, a ravenous hunger suddenly usurped the government of his will, and performed, of its own authority, all the operations which, in other cases, are directed by the mind. It ordered his hand to seize the spoon, his mouth to receive the victual, his inferior maxillary jaw to get in motion, and itself accomplished the usual func- tions of digestion, unordered. Thus did this last resolve make shipwreck, on a hard bread-crust ; for, in the seven-and-twen- tieth year of life, it has a heroism connected with it, which in the seven-and-seventieth is entirely gone. At bottom, it was not the object of the barbarous Ant- werpers to squeeze money from the pretended debtor, but only VOL. I. D 34 MUS^EUS. to pay him none, as his demands were not admitted to be liquid. Whether it were, then, that the public Prayer in Bremen had in truth a little virtue, or that the supposed creditors were not desirous of supporting a superfluous boarder for life, true it is, that after the lapse of three months Franz was delivered from his imprisonment, under the condition of leaving the city within four-and-twenty hours, and never again setting foot on the soil and territory of Antwerp. At the same time, he received five crowns for travelling expenses from the faithful hands of Justice, which had taken charge of his horse and luggage, and conscientiously balanced the produce of the same against judi- cial and curatory expenses. With heavy-laden heart, in the humblest mood, with his staff in his hand, he left the rich city, into which he had ridden some time ago with high-soaring hopes. Broken down, and undetermined what to do, or rather altogether without thought, he plodded through the streets to the nearest gate, not minding whither the road into which chance conducted him might lead. Fie saluted no traveller, he asked for no inn, except when fatigue or hunger forced him to lift up his eyes, and look around for some church-spire, or sign of human habitation, when he needed human aid. Many days he had wandered on, as if unconsciously ; and a secret instinct had still, by means of his uncrazed feet, led him right forward on the way to home ; when, all at once, he awoke as from an oppressive dream, and perceived on what road he was travel- ling. Fie halted instantly, to consider whether he should proceed or turn back. Shame and confusion took possession of his soul, when he thought of skulking about in his native town as a beggar, branded with the mark of contempt, and claiming the charitable help of his townsmen, whom of old he had eclipsed by his wealth and magnificence. And how in this form could he present himself before his fair Meta, without disgracing the choice of her heart ? He did not leave his fancy time to finish this doleful picture ; but wheeled about to take the other road, as hastily as if he had been standing even then at the gate of Bremen, and the ragged apprentices had been assembling to accompany him with jibes and mockery through the streets. His purpose was formed : he would make DUMB LOVE. 35 for the nearest seaport in the Netherlands ; engage as sailor in a Spanish ship, to work his passage to the new world ; and not return to his country, till in the Peruvian land of gold he should have regained the wealth, which he had squandered so heedlessly, before he knew the worth of money. In the shaping of this new plan, it is true, the fair Meta fell so far into the background, that even to the sharpest prophetic eye she could only hover as a faint shadow in the distance ; yet the wander- ing projector pleased himself with thinking that she was again interwoven with the scheme of his life; and he took large steps, as if by this rapidity he meant to reach her so much the sooner. Already he was on the Flemish soil once more ; and found himself at sunset not far from Rheinberg, in a little hamlet, Rummelsburg by name, which has since, in the Thirty-Years War, been utterly destroyed. A caravan of carriers from Lyke had already filled the inn, so that Mine Host had no room left, and referred him to the next town ; the rather that he did not draw too flattering a presage from his present vagabond physiognomy, and held him to be a thieves* purveyor, who had views upon the Lyke carriers. He was forced, notwithstanding his excessive weariness, to gird himself for march, and again to take his bundle on his back. As in retiring, he was muttering between his teeth some oitter complaints and curses of the Landlord's hardness of heart, the latter seemed to take some pity on the forlorn way- farer, and called after him, from the door : “Stay, neighbour, let me speak to you : if you wish to rest here, I can accommo- date you after all. In that Castle there are empty rooms enow, if they be not too lonely ; it is not inhabited, and I have got the keys.” Franz accepted the proposal with joy, praised it as a deed of mercy, and requested only shelter and a supper, were it in a castle or a cottage. Mine Host, however, was privily a rogue, whom it had galled to hear the stranger drop some half- audible contumelies against him, and meant to be avenged on him, by a Hobgoblin that inhabited the old fortress, and had many long years before expelled the owners. The Castle lay hard by the hamlet, on a steep rock, right opposite the inn, from which it was divided merely by the high- way, and a little gurgling brook. The situation being so agree- 36 MUS.EUS. able, the edifice was still kept in repair, and well provided with all sorts of house-gear ; for it served the owner as a hunting- lodge, where he frequently caroused all day ; and so soon as the stars began to twinkle in the sky, retired with his whole retinue, to escape the mischief of the Ghost, who rioted about in it the whole night over, but by day gave no disturbance. Unpleasant as the owner felt this spoiling of his mansion by a bugbear, the nocturnal sprite was not without advantages, for the great security it gave from thieves. The Count could have appointed no trustier or more watchful keeper over the Castle, than this same Spectre, for the rashest troop of robbers never ventured to approach its station. Accordingly he knew of no safer place for laying up his valuables, than this old tower, in the hamlet of Rummelsburg, near Rheinberg. The sunshine had sunk, the dark night was coming heavily on, when Franz, with a lantern in his hand, proceeded to the castle-gate, under the guidance of Mine Host, who carried in his hand a basket of victuals, with a flask of wine, which he said should not be marked against him. He had also taken along with him a pair of candlesticks, and two wax-lights ; for in the whole Castle there was neither lamp nor taper, as no one ever stayed in it after twilight. In the way, Franz noticed the creaking heavy-laden basket, and the wax-lights, which he thought he should not need, and yet must pay for. Therefore he said: “What is this superfluity and waste, as at a banquet? The light in the lantern is enough to see with, till I go to bed ; and when I awake, the sun will be high enough, for I am tired completely, and shall sleep with both eyes.” “ I will not hide from you,” replied the Landlord, “that a story runs of there being mischief in the Castle, and a Goblin that frequents it. You, however, need not let the thing disturb you ; we are near enough, you see, for you to call us, should you meet with aught unnatural ; I and my folks will be at your hand in a twinkling, to assist you. Down in the house there we keep astir all night through, some one is always mov- ing. I have lived here these thirty years ; yet I cannot say that I have ever seen aught. If there be now and then a little hurly-burlying at nights, it Is nothing but cats and martins rummaging about the granary. As a precaution, I have pro- vided you with candles : the night is no friend of man ; and DUMB LOVE. 37 the tapers are consecrated, so that sprites, if there be such in the Castle, will avoid their shine.” It was no lying in Mine Host to say that he had never seen anything of spectres in the Castle ; for by night he had taken special care not once to set foot in it ; and by day the Goblin did not come to sight. In the present case, too, the traitor would not risk himself across the border. After open- ing the door, he handed Franz the basket, directed him what way to go, and wished him good-night. Franz entered the lobby without anxiety or fear ; believing the ghost-story to be empty tattle, or a distorted tradition of some real occurrence in the place, which idle fancy had shaped into an unnatural adventure. He remembered the stout Ritter Eberhard Bronk- horst, from whose heavy arm he had apprehended such mal- treatment, and with whom, notwithstanding, he had found so hospitable a reception. On this ground he had laid it down as a rule deduced from his travelling experiences, when he heard any common rumour, to believe exactly the reverse, and left the grain of truth, which, in the opinion of the wise Knight, al- ways lies in such reports, entirely out of sight. Pursuant to Mine Host’s direction, he ascended the wind- ing stone stair ; and reached a bolted door, which he opened with his key. A long dark gallery, where his footsteps re- sounded, led him into a large hall, and from this, a side-door, into a suite of apartments, richly provided with all furniture for decoration or convenience. Out of these he chose the room which had the friendliest aspect, where he found a well-pil- lowed bed ; and from the window could look right down upon the inn, and catch every loud word that was spoken there. He lit his wax-tapers, furnished his table, and feasted with the commodiousness and relish of an Otaheitean noble. The big- bellied flask was an antidote to thirst. So long as his teeth were in full occupation, he had no time to think of the re- ported devilry in the Castle. If aught now and then made a stir in the distance, and Fear called to him, “Hark! hark! there comes the Goblin;” Courage answered: “Stuff! it is cats and martins bickering and caterwauling.” But in the digestive half-hour after meat, when the sixth sense, that of hunger and thirst, no longer occupied the soul, she directed her attention from the other five exclusively upon the sense MUSZEUS. 38 of hearing; and already Fear was whispering three timid thoughts into the listener’s ear, before Courage had time to answer once. As the first resource, he locked the door, and bolted it ; made his retreat to the walled seat in the vault of the window. He opened this, and to dissipate his thoughts a little, looked out on the spangled sky, gazed at the corroded moon, and counted how often the stars snuffed themselves. On the road beneath him all was void ; and in spite of the pretended nightly bustle in the inn, the doors were shut, the lights out, and everything as still as in a sepulchre. On the other hand, the watchman blew his horn, making his “List, gentlemen!” sound over all the hamlet ; and for the composure of the timorous astronomer, who still kept feasting his eyes on the splendour of the stars, uplifted a rusty evening-hymn right under his win- dow ; so that Franz might easily have carried on a conversa- tion with him, which, for the sake of company, he would willingly have done, had he in the least expected that the watchman would make answer to him. In a populous city, in the middle of a numerous household, where there is a hubbub equal to that of a bee-hive, it may form a pleasant entertainment for the thinker to philosophise on Solitude, to decorate her as the loveliest playmate of the human spirit, to view her under all her advantageous aspects, and long for her enjoyment as for hidden treasure. But in scenes where she is no exotic, in the isle of Juan Fernandez, where a solitary eremite, escaped from shipwreck, lives with her through long years ; or in the dreary night-time, in a deep wood, or in an old uninhabited castle, where empty walls and vaults awaken horror, and nothing breathes of life, but the moping owl in the ruinous turret ; there, in good sooth, she is not the most agreeable companion for the timid anchorite that has to pass his time in her abode, especially if he is every moment looking for the entrance of a spectre to augment the party. In such a case it may easily chance that a window con- versation with the watchman shall afford a richer entertain- ment for the spirit and the heart, than a reading of the most attractive eulogy on solitude. If Ritter Zimmermann had been in Franz’s place, in the castle of Rummelsburg, on the West- phalian marches, he would doubtless in this position have struck out the fundamental topics of as interesting a treatise DUMB LOVE. 39 on Society , as, inspired to all appearance by the irksomeness of some ceremonious assembly, he has poured out from the fulness of his heart in praise of Solitude . Midnight is the hour at which the world of spirits acquires activity and life, when hebetated animal nature lies entombed in deep slumber. Franz inclined getting through this critical hour in sleep rather than awake ; so he closed his window, went the rounds of his room once more, spying every nook and crevice, to see whether all was safe and earthly ; snuffed the lights to make them burn clearer ; and without undressing or delaying, threw himself upon his bed, with which his wearied person felt unusual satisfaction. Yet he could not get asleep so fast as he wished. A slight palpitation at the heart, which he ascribed to a tumult in the blood, arising from the sultriness of the day, kept him waking for a while ; and he failed not to employ this respite in offering up such a pithy evening prayer as he had not prayed for many years. This produced the usual effect, that he softly fell asleep while saying it. After about an hour, as he supposed, he started up with a sudden terror ; a thing not at all surprising when there is tu- mult in the blood. He was broad awake : he listened whether all was quiet, and heard nothing but the clock strike twelve ; a piece of news which the watchman forthwith communicated to the hamlet in doleful recitative. Franz listened for a while, turned on the other side, and was again about to sleep, when he caught, as it were, the sound of a door grating in the distance, and immediately it shut with a stifled bang. “Alake ! alake !” bawled Fright into his ear ; “this is the Ghost in very deed !” — “’Tis nothing but the wind,” said Courage manfully. But quickly it came nearer, nearer, like the sound of heavy foot- steps. Clink here, clink there, as if a criminal were rattling his irons, or as if the porter were walking about the Castle with his bunch of keys. Alas, here was no wind business ! Cou- rage held his peace ; and quaking Fear drove all the blood to the heart, and made it thump like a smith’s fore-hammer. The thing was now beyond jesting. If Fear would still have let Courage get a word, the latter would have put the terror-struck watcher in mind of his subsidiary treaty with Mine Host, and incited him to claim the stipulated assistance loudly from the window ; but for this there was a want of proper re- 40 MUS^US. solution. The quaking Franz had recourse to the bed-clothes, the last fortress of the timorous, and drew them close over his ears, as Bird Ostrich sticks his head in the grass, when he can no longer escape the huntsman. Outside it came along, door up, door to, with hideous uproar ; and at last it reached the bed-room. It jerked sharply at the lock, tried several keys till it found the right one ; yet the bar still held the door, till a bounce like a thunder-clap made bolt and rivet start, and threw it wide open. Now stalked in a long lean man, with a black beard, in ancient garb, and with a gloomy countenance, his eyebrows hanging down in deep earnestness from his brow. Over his right shoulder he had a scarlet cloak ; and on his head he wore a peaked hat. With a heavy step he walked thrice in silence up and down the chamber ; looked at the consecrated tapers, and snuffed them that they might burn brighter. Then he threw aside his cloak, girded on a scissor-pouch which he had under it, produced a set of shaving-tackle, and immediately began to whet a sharp razor on the broad strap which he wore at his girdle. Franz perspired in mortal agony under his coverlet; recom- mended himself to the keeping of the Virgin ; and anxiously speculated on the object of this manoeuvre, not knowing whether it was meant for his throat or his beard. To his comfort, the Goblin poured some water from a silver flask into a basin of silver, and with his skinny hand lathered the soap into light foam ; then set a chair, and beckoned with a solemn look to the quaking looker-on to come forth from his recess. Against so pertinent a sign, remonstrance was as bootless as it is against the rigorous commands of the Grand Turk, when he transmits an exiled vizier to the Angel of Death, the Capichi Bashi with the Silken Cord, to take delivery of his head. The most rational procedure that can be adopted in this critical case, is to comply with necessity, put a good face on a bad business, and with stoical composure let one’s throat be noosed. Franz honoured the Spectre’s order; the coverlet began to move, he sprang sharply from his couch, and took the place pointed out to him on the seat. However strange this quick transition from the uttermost terror to the boldest resolution may appear, I doubt not but Moritz in his Psychologi- cal Joimial could explain the matter till it seemed quite natural. DUMB LOVE. 41 Immediately the Goblin Barber tied the towel about his shivering customer ; seized the comb and scissors, and clipped off his hair and beard. Then he soaped him scientifically, first the beard, next the eyebrows, at last the temples and the hind- head ; and shaved him from throat to nape as smooth and bald as a Death’s-head. This operation finished, he washed his head, dried it clean, made his bow, and buttoned-up his scissor- pouch ; wrapped himself in his scarlet mantle, and made for departing. The consecrated tapers had burnt with an exqui- site brightness through the whole transaction ; and Franz, by the light of them, perceived in the mirror that the shaver had changed him into a Chinese pagoda. In secret he heartily de- plored the loss of his fair brown locks ; yet now took fresh breath, as he observed that with this sacrifice the account was settled, and the Ghost had no more power over him. So it was in fact ; Redcloak went towards the door, silently as he had entered, without salutation or good-b’ye ; and seemed entirely the contrast of his talkative guild -brethren. But scarcely was he gone three steps, when he paused, looked round with a mournful expression at his well-served customer, and stroked the flat of his hand over his black bushy beard. He did the same a second time ; and again, just as he was in the act of stepping out at the door. A thought struck Franz that the Spectre wanted something ; and a rapid combination of ideas suggested, that perhaps he was expecting the very service he himself had just performed. As the Ghost, notwithstanding his rueful look, seemed more disposed for banter than for seriousness, and had played his guest a scurvy trick, not done him any real injury, the panic of the latter had now almost subsided. So he ventured the ex- periment, and beckoned to the Ghost to take the seat from which he had himself just risen. The Goblin instantly obeyed, threw off his cloak, laid his barber tackle on the table, and placed himself in the chair, in the posture of a man that wishes to be shaved. Franz carefully observed the same procedure which the Spectre had observed to him, clipped his beard with the scissors, cropt away his hair, lathered his whole scalp, and the Ghost all the while sat steady as a wig-block. The awk- ward journeyman came ill at handling the razor : he had never had another in his hand ; and he shore the beard right against 42 MUSJEUS. the hair ; whereat the Goblin made as strange grimaces as Erasmus’s Ape, when imitating its master’s shaving. Nor was the unpractised bungler himself well at ease, and he thought more than once of the sage aphorism, What is not thy trade make not thy business j yet he struggled through the task, the best way he could, and scraped the Ghost as bald as he him- self was. Hitherto the scene between the Spectre and the traveller had been played pantomimically ; the action now became dra- matic. “ Stranger,” said the Ghost, “accept my thanks for the service thou hast done me. By thee I am delivered from the long imprisonment, which has chained me for three hundred years within these walls ; to which my departed soul was doomed, till a mortal hand should consent to retaliate on me what I practised on others in my lifetime. “ Know that of old a reckless scorner dwelt within this tower, who took his sport on priests as well as laics. Count Hardman, such his name, was no philanthropist, acknow- ledged no superior and no law, but practised vain caprice and waggery, regarding not the sacredness of hospitable rights : the wanderer who came beneath his roof, the needy man who asked a charitable alms of him, he never sent away unvisited by wicked joke. I was his Castle Barber, still a willing instru- ment, and did whatever pleased him. Many a pious pilgrim, journeying past us, I allured with friendly speeches to the hall; prepared the bath for him, and when he thought to take good comfort, shaved him smooth and bald, and packed him out of doors. Then would Count Hardman, looking from the window, see with pleasure how the foxes’ whelps of children gathered from the hamlet to assail the outcast, and to cry as once their fellows to Elisha : ‘ Baldhead ! Baldhead !’ In this the scoffer took his pleasure, laughing with a devilish joy, till he would hold his pot-paunch, and his eyes ran down with water. “ Once came a saintly man, from foreign lands ; he car- ried, like a penitent, a heavy cross upon his shoulder, and had stamped five nail-marks on his hands, and feet, and side ; upon his head there was a ring of hair like to the Crown of Thorns. He called upon us here, requesting water for his feet, and a small crust of bread. Immediately I took him to the bath, to serve him in my common way ; respected not the sacred ring, DUMB LOVE. 43 but shore it clean from off him. Then the pious pilgrim spoke a heavy malison upon me : ? Know, accursed man, that when thou diest, Heaven, and Hell, and Purgatory’s iron gate, are shut against thy soul. As goblin it shall rage within these walls, till unrequired, unbid, a traveller come and exercise retaliation on thee.’ “ That hour I sickened, and the marrow in my bones dried up ; I faded like a shadow. My spirit left the wasted carcass, and was exiled to this Castle, as the saint had doomed it. In vain I struggled for deliverance from the torturing bonds that fettered me to Earth ; for thou must know, that when the soul forsakes her clay, she panteth for her place of rest, and this sick longing spins her years to aeons, while in foreign element she languishes for home. Now self-tormenting, I pur- sued the mournful occupation I had followed in my lifetime. Alas ! my uproar soon made desolate this house ! But seldom came a pilgrim here to lodge. And though I treated all like thee, no one would understand me, and perform, as thou, the service which has freed my soul from bondage. Henceforth shall no hobgoblin wander in this Castle ; I return to my long- wished-for rest. And now, young stranger, once again my thanks, that thou hast loosed me ! Were I keeper of deep- hidden treasures, they were thine ; but wealth in life was not my lot, nor in this Castle lies there any cash entombed. Yet mark my counsel. Tarry here till beard and locks again shall cover chin and scalp ; then turn thee homewards to thy native town ; and on the Weser-bridge of Bremen, at the time when day and night in Autumn are alike, wait for a Friend, who there will meet thee, who will tell thee what to do, that it be well with thee on Earth. If from the golden horn of plenty, blessing and abundance flow to thee, then think of me ; and ever as the day thou freedst me from the curse comes round, cause for my soul’s repose three masses to be said. Now fare thee well. I go, no more returning. ”7 With these words the Ghost, having by his copiousness of talk satisfactorily attested his former existence as court-barber in the Castle of Rummelsburg, vanished into air, and left his 7 I know not whether the reader has observed that our Author makes the Spectre speak in iambics ; a whim which here and there comes over him in other tales also. — Wieland. 44 MUS^EUS. deliverer full of wonder at the strange adventure. He stood for a long while motionless ; in doubt whether the whole matter had actually happened, or an unquiet dream had deluded his senses ; but his bald head convinced him that here had been a real occurrence. He returned to bed, and slept, after the fright he had undergone, till the hour of noon. The treacherous Land- lord had been watching since morning, when the traveller with the scalp was to come forth, that he might receive him with jibing speeches under pretext of astonishment at his nocturnal adventure. But as the stranger loitered too long, and mid-day was approaching, the affair became serious ; and Mine Host began to dread that the Goblin might have treated his guest a little harshly, have beaten him to a jelly perhaps, or so fright- ened him that he had died of terror ; and to carry his wanton revenge to such a length as this had not been his intention. He therefore rang his people together, hastened out with man and maid to the tower, and reached the door of the apartment | where he had observed the light on the previous evening. He I found an unknown key in the lock ; but the door was barred within ; for after the disappearance of the Goblin, Franz had again secured it. He knocked with a perturbed violence, till the Seven Sleepers themselves would have awoke at the din. Franz started up, and thought in his first confusion that the Ghost was again standing at the door, to favour him with another call. But hearing Mine Host’s voice, who required nothing more but that his guest would give some sign of life, he gathered himself up and opened the room. With seeming horror at the sight of him, Mine Host, strik- ing his hands together, exclaimed : “ By Heaven and all the saints ! Redcloak” (by this name the Ghost was known among them) “ has been here, and has shaved you bald as a block ! Now, it is clear as day that the old story is no fable. But tell me how looked the Goblin : what did he say to you ? what did he do ?” Franz, who had now seen through the questioner, made answer: “The Goblin looked like a man in a red cloak; what he did is not hidden from you, and what he said I well remember : ‘ Stranger,’ said he, * trust no innkeeper who is a Turk in grain. What would befall thee here he knew. Be wise and happy. I withdraw from this my ancient dwelling, for my DUMB LOVE. 45 time is run. Henceforth no goblin riots here ; I now become a silent Incubus, to plague the Landlord ; nip him, tweak him, harass him, unless the Turk do expiate his sin ; do freely give thee prog and lodging till brown locks again shall cluster round thy head/ ”8 The Landlord shuddered at these words, cut a large cross in the air before him, vowed by the Holy Virgin to give the traveller free board so long as he liked to continue, led him over to his house, and treated him with the best. By this adventure, Franz had well-nigh got the reputation of a conjuror, as the spirit thenceforth never once showed face. He often passed the night in the tower ; and a desperado of the village once kept him company, without having beard or scalp disturbed. The owner of the place, having learned that Redcloak no longer walked in Rummelsburg, was, of course, delighted at the news, and or- dered that the stranger, who, as he supposed, had laid him, should be well taken care of. By the time when the clusters were beginning to be coloured on the vine, and the advancing autumn reddened the apples, Franz’s brown locks were again curling over his temples, and he girded up his knapsack ; for all his thoughts and meditations were turned upon the Weser-bridge, to seek the Friend, who, at the behest of the Goblin Barber, was to direct him how to make his fortune. When about taking leave of Mine Host, that charitable person led from his stable a horse well saddled and equipt, which the owner of the Castle had presented to the stranger, for having made his house again habitable ; nor had the Count forgot to send a sufficient purse along with it, to bear its travelling charges ; and so Franz came riding back into his native city, brisk and light of heart, as he had ridden out of it twelve months ago. He sought out his old quarters in the alley, but kept himself quite still and retired ; only inquiring under- hand how matters stood with the fair Meta, whether she was still alive and unwedded. To this inquiry he received a satis- factory answer, and contented himself with it in the mean while ; for, till his fate were decided, he would not risk appearing in her sight, or making known to her his arrival in Bremen. With unspeakable longing, he waited the equinox ; his im- 8 Here too, on the Spectre’s score, Franz makes extempore ia?nbics . — WlELAND. 46 MUS/EUS. patience made every intervening day a year. At last the long- wish ed-for term appeared. The night before, he could not close an eye, for thinking of the wonders that were coming. The blood was whirling and beating in his arteries, as it had done at the Castle of Rummelsburg, when he lay in expectation of his spectre visitant. To be sure of not missing his expected Friend, he rose by daybreak, and proceeded with the earliest dawn to the Weser-bridge, which as yet stood empty and un- trod by passengers. He walked along it several times in soli- tude, with that presentiment of coming gladness, which includes in it the real enjoyment of all terrestrial felicity ; for it is not the attainment of our wishes, but the undoubted hope of attain- ing them, which offers to the human soul the full measure of highest and most heartfelt satisfaction. He formed many pro- jects as to how he should present himself to his beloved Meta, when his looked-for happiness should have arrived ; whether it would be better to appear before her in full splendour, or to mount from his former darkness with the first gleam of morn- ing radiance, and discover to her by degrees the change in his condition. Curiosity, moreover, put a thousand questions to Reason in regard to the adventure. Who can the Friend be that is to meet me on the Weser-bridge ? Will it be one of my old acquaintances, by whom, since my ruin, I have been entirely forgotten ? How will he pave the way to me for happiness ? And will this way be short or long, easy or toilsome ? To the whole of which Reason, in spite of all her thinking and specu- lating, answered not a word. In about an hour, the Bridge began to get awake ; there was riding, driving, walking to and fro on it ; and much com- mercial ware passing this way and that. The usual day-guard of beggars and importunate persons also by degrees took up this post, so favourable for their trade, to levy contributions on the public benevolence ; for of poor-houses and work-houses, the wisdom of the legislature had as yet formed no scheme. The first of the tattered cohort that applied for alms to the jovial promenader, from whose eyes gay hope laughed forth, was a discharged soldier, provided with the military badge of a timber leg, which had been lent him, seeing he had fought so stoutly in former days for his native country, as the recompense of his valour, with the privilege of begging where he pleased ; and DUMB LOVE. 47 who now, in the capacity of physiognomist, pursued the study of man upon the Weser-bridge, with such success, that he very seldom failed in his attempts for charity. Nor did his explor- atory glance in anywise mislead him in the present instance ; for Franz, in the joy of his heart, threw a white engel-groschen into the cripple’s hat. During the morning hours, when none but the laborious artisan is busy, and the more exalted townsman still lies in sluggish rest, he scarcely looked for his promised Friend ; he expected him in the higher classes, and took little notice of the present passengers. About the council-hour, however, when the Proceres of Bremen were driving past to the hall, in their gor- geous robes of office, and about exchange-time, he was all eye and ear ; he spied the passengers from afar ; and when a right man came along the bridge, his blood began to flutter, and he thought here was the creator of his fortune. Meanwhile hour after hour passed on ; the sun rose high ; ere long the noontide brought a pause in business ; the rushing crowd faded away ; and still the expected Friend appeared not. Franz now walked up and down the Bridge quite alone ; had no society in view but the beggars, who were serving out their cold collations, without moving from the place. He made no scruple to do the same ; and, not being furnished with provisions, he purchased some fruit, and took his dinner inter ambulandnm . The whole club that was dining on the Bridge had remarked the young man, watching here from early morning till noon, without addressing any one, or doing any sort of business. They held him to be a lounger ; and though all of them had tasted his bounty, he did not escape their critical remarks. In jest, they had named him the Bridge-bailiff. The physiognomist with the timber-toe, however, noticed that his countenance was not now so gay as in the morning ; he appeared to be reflect- ing earnestly on something ; he had drawn his hat close over his face ; his movement was slow and thoughtful ; he had nib- bled at an apple-rind for some time, without seeming to be conscious that he was doing so. From this appearance of affairs, the man-spier thought he might extract some profit ; therefore he put his wooden and his living leg in motion, and stilted off to the other end of the Bridge, and lay in wait for the thinker, that he might assail him, under the appearance of 48 MUS^US. a new arrival, for a fresh alms. This invention prospered to the full : the musing philosopher gave no heed to the mendi- cant, put his hand into his pocket mechanically, and threw a six-groat piece into the fellow’s hat, to be rid of him. In the afternoon, a thousand new faces once more came abroad. The watcher was now tired of his unknown Friend’s delaying, yet hope still kept his attention on the stretch. He stept into the view of every passenger, hoped that one of them would clasp him in his arms ; but all proceeded coldly on their way ; the most did not observe him at all, and few returned his salute with a slight nod. The sun was already verging to decline, the shadows were becoming longer, the crowd upon the Bridge diminished ; and the beggar-piquet by degrees drew back into their barracks in the Mattenburg. A deep sadness sank upon the hopeless Franz, when he saw his expectation mocked, and the lordly prospect which had lain before him in the morning vanish from his eyes at evening. He fell into a sort of sulky desperation ; was on the point of springing over the parapet, and dashing himself down from the Bridge into the river. But the thought of Meta kept him back, and induced him to postpone his purpose till he had seen her yet once more. He resolved to watch next day when she should go to church, for the last time to drink delight from her looks, and then forthwith to still his warm love forever in the cold stream of the Weser. While about to leave the Bridge, he was met by the in- valided pikeman with the wooden leg, who, for pastime, had been making many speculations as to what could be the young man’s object, that had made him watch upon the Bridge from dawn to darkness. He himself had lingered beyond his usual time, that he might wait him out ; but as the matter hung too long upon the pegs, curiosity incited him to turn to the youth him- self, and question him respecting it. “No offence, young gentleman,” said he: “allow me to ask you a question.” Franz, who was not in a very talking humour, and was now meeting, from the mouth of a cripple, the address which he had looked for with such longing from a friend, answered rather testily : “ Well, then, what is it ? Speak, old gray- beard l” DUMB LOVE. 49 “We two,” said the other, “were the first upon the Bridge today, and now, you see, we are the last. As to me and others of my kidney, it is our vocation brings us hither, our trade of alms-gathering ; but for you, in sooth you are not of our guild ; yet you have watched here the whole blessed day. Now I pray you, tell me, if it is not a secret, what it is that brings you hither ; or what stone is lying on your heart, that you wished to roll away.” “What good were it to thee, old blade,” said Franz bit- terly, “to know where the shoe pinches me, or what concern is lying on my heart ? It will give thee small care.” “ Sir, I have a kind wish towards you, because you opened your hand to me, and twice gave me alms, for which God re- ward you ; but your countenance at night was not so cheerful as in the morning, and that grieves my heart.” The kindly sympathy of this old warrior pleased the misan- thrope, so that he willingly pursued the conversation. “Why, then,” answered he, “if thou wouldst know what has made me battle here all day with tedium, thou must un- derstand that I was waiting for a Friend, who appointed me hither, and now leaves me to expect in vain.” “Under favour,” answered Timbertoe, “if I might speak my mind, this Friend of yours, be who he like, is little better than a rogue to lead you such a dance. If he treated me so, by my faith, his crown should get acquainted with my crutch next time we met. If he could not keep his word, he should have let you know, and not bamboozled you as if you were a child.” “Yet I cannot altogether blame this Friend,” said Franz, “ for being absent ; he did not promise ; it was but a dream that told me I should meet him here.” The goblin-tale was too long for him to tell, so he veiled it under cover of a dream. “Ah! that is another story,” said the beggar ; “if you build on dreams, it is little wonder that your hope deceives you. I myself have dreamed much foolish stuff in my time ; but I was never such a madman as to heed it. Had I all the trea- sures that have been allotted to me in dreams, I might buy the city of Bremen, were it sold by auction. But I never credited a jot of them, or stirred hand or foot to prove their worth or VOL. x. E 5o MUSJEXJS worthlessness : I knew well it would be lost. Ha ! I must really laugh in your face, to think that on the order of an empty dream, you have squandered a fair day of your life, which you might have spent better at a merry banquet.” “ The issue shows that thou art right, old man, and that dreams many times deceive. But,” continued Franz, defen- sively, “ I dreamed so vividly and circumstantially, above three months ago, that on this very day, in this very place, I should meet a Friend, who would tell me things of the deepest importance, that it was well worth while to go and see if it would come to pass.” “ O, as for vividness,” said Timbertoe, “ no man can dream more vividly than I. There is one dream I had, which I shall never in my life forget. I dreamed, who knows how many years ago, that my Guardian Angel stood before my bed in the figure of a youth, with golden hair, and two silver wings on his back, and said to me : ‘ Berthold, listen to the words of my mouth, that none of them be lost from thy heart. There is a treasure appointed thee, which thou shalt dig, to comfort thy heart withal for the remaining days of thy life. Tomorrow, about evening, when the sun is going down, take spade and shovel on thy shoulder ; go forth from the Mattenburg on the right, across the Tieber, by the Balkenbriicke, past the Clois- ter of St. John’s, and on to the Great Roland.9 Then take thy way over the Court of the Cathedral, through the Schiissel- korb, till thou arrive without the city at a garden, which has this mark, that a stair of three stone steps leads down from the highway to its gate. Wait by a side, in secret, till the sickle of the moon shall shine on thee, then push with the strength of a man against the weak-barred gate, which will re- sist thee little. Enter boldly into the garden, and turn thee to the vine-trellises which overhang the covered-walk ; behind this, on the left, a tall apple-tree overtops the lowly shrubs. Go to the trunk of this tree, thy face turned right against the 9 The rude figure of a man in armour, usually erected in the public square or market-place of old German towns, is called the Rolandsdule , or Rutlandsdule , from its supposed reference to Roland the famous peer of Charlemagne. The proper and ancient name, it seems, is Riige- landsdule , or Pillar of Judgment ; and the stone indicated, of old, that the town possessed an independent jurisdiction. — Ed, DUMB LOVE. 5i moon : look three ells before thee on the ground, thou shalt see two cinnamon-rose bushes ; there strike in, and dig three spans deep, till thou find a stone plate ; under this lies the treasure, buried in an iron chest, full of money and money’s worth. Though the chest be heavy and clumsy, avoid not the labour of lifting it from its bed ; it will reward thy trouble well, if thou seek the key which lies hid beneath it.’ ” In astonishment at what he heard, Franz stared and gazed upon the dreamer, and could not have concealed his amaze- ment, had not the dusk of night been on his side. By every mark in the description, he had recognised his own garden, left him by his father. It had been the good man’s hobby in his life ; but on this account had little pleased his son ; ac- cording to the rule that son and father seldom sympathise in their favourite pursuit, unless indeed it be a vice, in which case, as the adage runs, the apple often falls at no great dis- tance from the trunk. Father Melchior had himself laid out this garden, altogether to his own taste, in a style as wonder- ful and varied as that of his great-great -grandson, who has im- mortalised his paradise by an original description in Hirsch- feZd's Garden-Calendar. He had not, it is true, set up in it any painted menagerie for the deception of the eye ; but he kept a very large one, notwithstanding, of springing-horses, winged- lions, eagles, griffins, unicorns and other wondrous beasts, all stamped on pure gold, which he carefully concealed from every eye, and had hid in their iron case beneath the ground. This paternal Tempe the wasteful son, in the days of his extrava- gance, had sold for an old song. To Franz the pikeman had at once become extremely in- teresting, as he perceived that this was the very Friend, to whom the Goblin in the Castle of Rummelsburg had consigned him. Gladly could he have embraced the veteran, and in the first rapture called him friend and father : but he restrained him- self, and found it more advisable to keep his thoughts about this piece of news to himself. So he said : “ Well, this is what I call a circumstantial dream. But what didst thou do, old master, in the morning, on awakening? Didst thou not follow whither thy Guardian Angel beckoned thee ?” “Pooh,” said the dreamer, “why I should I toil, and have my labour for my pains ? It was nothing, after all, but a mere u. OF ILL. LIB. 52 MUS/EUS. dream. If my Guardian Angel had a fancy for appearing to me, I have had enow of sleepless nights in my time, when he might have found me waking. But he takes little charge of me, I think, else I should not, to his shame, be going hitching here on a wooden leg.” Franz took out the last piece of silver he had on him : “There,” said he, “old Father, take this other gift from me, to get thee a pint of wine for evening-cup : thy talk has scared away my ill humour. Neglect not diligently to frequent this Bridge ; we shall see each other here, I hope, again.” The lame old man had not gathered so rich a stock of alms for many a day, as he was now possessed of ; he blessed his benefactor for his kindness, hopped away into a drinking-shop, to do himself a good turn ; while Franz, enlivened with new hope, hastened off to his lodging in the alley. Next day he got in readiness everything that is required for treasure-digging. The unessential equipments, conjurations, magic formulas, magic girdles, hieroglyphic characters, and suchlike, were entirely wanting ; but these are not indispens- able, provided there be no failure in the three main requisites : shovel, spade, and, before all, a treasure underground. The necessary implements he carried to the place a little before sunset, and hid them for the mean while in a hedge; and as to the treasure itself, he had the firm conviction that the Goblin in the Castle, and the Friend on the Bridge, would prove no liars to him. With longing impatience he expected the rising of the moon ; and no sooner did she stretch her silver horns over the bushes, than he briskly set to work ; observing exactly everything the Invalid had taught him ; and happily accom- plished the raising of the treasure, without meeting any adven- ture in the process ; without any black dog having frightened him, or any bluish flame having lighted him to the spot. Father Melchior, in providently burying this penny for a rainy day, had nowise meant that his son should be deprived of so considerable a part of his inheritance. The mistake lay in this, that Death had escorted the testator out of the world in another way than said testator had expected. He had been completely convinced, that he should take his journey, old and full of days, after regulating his temporal concerns with all the formalities of an ordinary sick-bed ; for so it had been pro- DUMB LOVE. 53 phesied to him in his youth. In consequence he purposed, when, according to the usage of the Church, extreme unction should have been dispensed to him, to call his beloved son to his bed-side, having previously dismissed all bystanders ; there to give him the paternal blessing, and by way of farewell me- morial direct him to this treasure buried in the garden. All this, too, would have happened in just order, if the light of the good old man had departed, like that of a wick whose oil is done ; but as Death had privily snuffed him out at a feast, he undesignedly took along with him his Mammon secret to the grave ; and almost as many fortunate concurrences were re- quired before the secreted patrimony could arrive at the proper heir, as if it had been forwarded to its address by the hand of Justice itself. With immeasurable joy the treasure-digger took possession of the shapeless Spanish pieces, which, with a vast multitude of other finer coins, the iron chest had faithfully preserved. When the first intoxication of delight had in some degree evaporated, he bethought him how the treasure was to be trans- ported, safe and unobserved, into the narrow alley. The bur- den was too heavy to be carried without help ; thus, with the possession of riches, all the cares attendant on them were awakened. The new Croesus found no better plan, than to in- trust his capital to the hollow trunk of a tree that stood behind the garden, in a meadow : the empty chest he again buried under the rose-bush, and smoothed the place as well as pos- sible. In the space of three days, the treasure had been faith- fully transmitted by instalments from the hollow tree into the narrow alley ; and now the owner of it thought he might with honour lay aside his strict incognito. He dressed himself with the finest ; had his Prayer displaced from the church ; and required, instead of it, “a Christian Thanksgiving for a Travel- ler, on returning to his native town, after happily arranging his affairs.’' He hid himself in a corner of the church, where he could observe the fair Meta, without himself being seen ; he turned not his eye from the maiden, and drank from her looks the actual rapture, which in foretaste had restrained him from the break-neck somerset on the Bridge of the Weser. When the Thanksgiving came in hand, a glad sympathy shone forth from all her features, and the cheeks of the virgin glowed with 54 MUSJEXJS. joy. The customary greeting on the way homewards was so full of emphasis, that even to the third party who had noticed them, it would have been intelligible. Franz now appeared once more on the Exchange ; began a branch of trade which in a few weeks extended to the great scale ; and as his wealth became daily more apparent, Neigh- bour Grudge, the scandal-chewer, was obliged to conclude, that in the cashing of his old debts, he must have had more luck than sense. He hired a large house, fronting the Roland, in the Market-place ; engaged clerks and warehousemen, and car- ried on his trade unweariedly. Now the sorrowful populace of parasites again diligently handled the knocker of his door ; appeared in crowds, and suffocated him with assurances of friendship, and joy-wishings on his fresh prosperity ; imagined they should once more catch him in their robber claws. But experience had taught him wisdom ; he paid them in their own coin, feasted their false friendship on smooth words, and dis- missed them with fasting stomachs ; which sovereign means for scaring off the cumbersome brood of pickthanks and toad- eaters produced the intended effect, that they betook them else- whither. In Bremen, the remounting Melcherson had become the story of the day ; the fortune which in some inexplicable man- ner he had realised, as was supposed, in foreign parts, was the subject-matter of all conversations at formal dinners, in the Courts of Justice and at the Exchange. But in proportion as the fame of his fortune and affluence increased, the contented- ness and peace of mind of the fair Meta diminished. The friend in petto was now, in her opinion, well qualified to speak a plain word. Yet still his Love continued Dumb ; and except the greeting on the way from church, he gave no tidings of himself. Even this sort of visit was becoming rarer, and such aspects were the sign not of warm, but of cold weather in the atmosphere of Love. Jealousy , 10 the baleful Harpy, fluttered round her little room by night, and when sleep was closing her blue eyes, croaked many a dolorous presage into the ear of the re-awakened Meta. “Forego the flattering hope of binding an 10 Jealousy too (at bottom a very sad spectre, but not here intro- duced as one) now croaks in iambics, as the Goblin Barber lately spoke in them. — W ieland. DUMB LOVE. 55 inconstant heart, which, like a feather, is the sport of every wind. He loved thee, and was faithful to thee, while his lot was as thy own : like only draws to like. Now a propitious destiny exalts the Changeful far above thee. Ah ! now he scorns the truest thoughts in mean apparel, now that pomp, and wealth, and splendour dazzle him once more ; and courts who knows what haughty fair one that disdained him when he lay among the pots, and now with siren call allures him back to her. Perhaps her cozening voice has turned him from thee, speak- ing with false words : ‘For thee, God’s garden blossoms in thy native town : friend, thou hast now thy choice of all our maid- ens ; choose with prudence, not by the eye alone. Of girls are many, and of fathers many, who in secret lie in wait for thee ; none will withhold his darling daughter. Take happiness and honour with the fairest ; likewise birth and fortune. The councillor dignity awaits thee, where vote of friends is potent in the city.’ ” These suggestions of Jealousy disturbed and tormented her heart without ceasing : she reviewed her fair contemporaries in Bremen, estimated the ratio of so many splendid matches to her- self and her circumstances ; and the result was far from favour- able. The first tidings of her lover’s change of situation had in secret charmed her ; not in the selfish view of becoming partici- patress in a large fortune ; but for her mother’s sake, who had abdicated all hopes of earthly happiness, ever since the marriage project with neighbour Hop-King had made shipwreck. But now poor Meta wished that Heaven had not heard the Prayer of the Church, or granted to the traveller any such abundance of success ; but rather kept him by the bread and salt, which he would willingly have shared with her. The fair half of the species are by no means calculated to conceal an inward care : Mother Brigitta soon observed the trouble of her daughter ; and without the use of any great pene- tration, likewise guessed its cause. The talk about the re- ascending star of her former flax-negotiator, who was now celebrated as the pattern of an orderly, judicious, active trades- man, had not escaped her, any more than the feeling of the good Meta towards him ; and it was her opinion, that if he loved in earnest, it was needless to hang off so long, without explaining what he meant. Yet out of tenderness to her daughr MUS^EUS. 56 ter, she let no hint of this discovery escape her ; till at length poor Meta’s heart became so full, that of her own accord she made her mother the confidante of her sorrow, and disclosed to her its true origin. The shrewd old lady learned little more by this disclosure than she knew already. But it afforded op- portunity to mother and daughter for a full, fair and free dis- cussion of this delicate affair. Brigitta made her no reproaches on the subject ; she believed that what was done could not be undone ; and directed all her eloquence to strengthen and en- courage the dejected Meta to bear the failure of her hopes with a steadfast mind. With this view, she spelt out to her the extremely reason- able moral, a , b, ab ; discoursing thus : “ My child, thou hast already said a t thou must now say b too ; thou hast scorned thy fortune when it sought thee, now thou must submit when it will meet thee no longer. Experience has taught me, that the most confident Hope is the first to deceive us. Therefore, fol- low my example ; abandon the fair cozener utterly, and thy peace of mind will no longer be disturbed by her. Count not on any improvement of thy fate ; and thou wilt grow contented with thy present situation. Honour the spinning-wheel, which supports thee : what are fortune and riches to thee, when thou canst do without them ?” Close on this stout oration followed a loud humming sym- phony of snap-reel and spinning-wheel, to make up for the time lost in speaking. Mother Brigitta was in truth philosophising from the heart. After her scheme for the restoration of her for- mer affluence had gone to ruin, she had so simplified the plan of her life, that Fate could not perplex it any more. But Meta was still far from this philosophical centre of indifference ; and hence this doctrine, consolation and encouragement affected her quite otherwise than had been intended : the conscientious daughter now looked upon herself as the destroyer of her mother’s fair hopes, and suffered from her own mind a thou- sand reproaches for this fault. Though she had never adopted the maternal scheme of marriage, and had reckoned only upon bread and salt in her future wedlock ; yet, on hearing of her lover’s riches and spreading commerce, her diet-project had directly mounted to six plates ; and it delighted her to think, that by her choice she should still realise her good mother’s DUMB LOVE. 57 wish, and see her once more planted in her previous abund- ance. This fair dream now vanished by degrees, as Franz continued silent. To make matters worse, there spread a rumour over all the city, that he was furnishing his house in the most splen- did fashion for his marriage with a rich Antwerp lady, who was already on her way to Bremen. This Job’s-news drove the lovely maiden from her last defence : she passed on the apos- tate sentence of banishment from her heart ; and vowed from that hour never more to think of him ; and as she did so, wetted the twining thread with her tears. In a heavy hour she was breaking this vow, and thinking, against her will, of the faithless lover : for she had just spun off a rock of flax ; and there was an old rhyme which had been taught her by her mother for encouragement to diligence : ‘Spin, daughterkin, spin; Thy sweetheart’s within !* which she always recollected when her rock was done ; and along with it the .memory of the Deceitful necessarily occurred to her. In this heavy hour, a finger rapped with a most dainty patter at the door. Mother Brigitta looked forth : the sweet- heart was without. And who could it be? Who else but neigh- bour Franz, from the alley ? He had decked himself with a gal- lant wooing-suit ; and his well-dressed, thick brown locks shook forth perfume. This stately decoration boded, at all events, something else than flax-dealing. Mother Brigitta started in alarm ; she tried to speak, but words failed her. Meta rose in trepidation from her seat, blushed like a purple rose, and was silent. Franz, however, had the power of utterance ; to the soft adagio which he had in former days trilled forth to her, he now appended a suitable text, and explained his dumb love in clear words. Thereupon he made solemn application for her to the mother ; justifying his proposal by the statement, that the preparations in his house had been meant for the reception of a bride, and that this bride was the charming Meta. The pointed old lady, having brought her feelings once more into equilibrium, was for protracting the affair to the cus- tomary term of eight days for deliberation ; though joyful tears MUS/EUS. 58 were running down her cheeks, presaging no impediment on her side, but rather answer of approval. Franz, however, was so pressing in his suit, that she fell upon a middle path be- tween the wooer’s ardour and maternal use and wont, and em- powered the gentle Meta to decide in the affair according to her own good judgment. In the virgin heart there had oc- curred, since Franz’s entrance, an important revolution. His presence here was the most speaking proof of his innocence ; and as, in the course of conversation, it distinctly came to light, that his apparent coldness had been nothing else than zeal and diligence in putting his commercial affairs in order, and preparing what was necessary for the coming nuptials, it fol- lowed that the secret reconciliation would proceed forthwith without any stone of stumbling in its way. She acted with the outlaw, as Mother Brigitta with her disposted spinning gear, or the First-born Son of the Church with an exiled Parliament ; recalled him with honour to her high-beating heart, and rein- stated him in all his former rights and privileges there. The decisive three-lettered little word, that ratifies the happiness of love, came gliding with such unspeakable grace from her soft lips, that the answered lover could not help receiving it with a warm melting kiss. The tender pair had now time and opportunity for decipher- ing all the hieroglyphics of their mysterious love ; which afforded the most pleasant conversation that ever two lovers carried on. They found, what our commentators ought to pray for, that they had always understood and interpreted the text aright, without once missing the true sense of their reciprocal proceed- ings. It cost the delighted bridegroom almost as great an ef- fort to part from his charming bride, as on the day when he set out on his crusade to Antwerp. However, he had an im- portant walk to take ; so at last it became time to withdraw. This walk was directed to the Weser-bridge, to find Timber- toe, whom he had not forgotten, though he had long delayed to keep his word to him. Sharply as the physiognomist, ever since his interview with the open-handed Bridge-bailiff, had been on the outlook, he could never catch a glimpse of him among the passengers, although a second visit had been faith- fully promised. Yet the figure of his benefactor had not van- ished from his memory. The moment he perceived the fair- DUMB LOVE. 59 apparelled youth from a distance, he stilted towards him, and gave him kindly welcome. Franz answered his salutation, and said : “ Friend, canst thou take a walk with me into the Neu- stadt, to transact a small affair? Thy trouble shall not be unpaid.’* “ Ah ; why not ?” replied the old blade ; “ though I have a wooden leg, I can step you with it as stoutly as the lame dwarf that crept round the city-common ; n for the wooden leg, you must know, has this good property, it never tires. But excuse me a little while till Graycloak is come : he never misses to pass along the Bridge between day and night.” “What of Graycloak?” inquired Franz: “let me know about him.” “Graycloak brings me daily about nightfall a silver groschen, I know not from whom. It is of no use prying into things, so I never mind. Sometimes it occurs to me Graycloak must be the devil, and means to buy my soul with the money. But devil or no devil, what care I ? I did not strike him on the bargain, so it cannot hold.” “ I should not wonder,” answered Franz, with a smile, “if Graycloak were a piece of a knave. But do thou follow me : the silver groschen shall not fail thee.” Timbertoe set forth, hitched on briskly after his guide, who conducted him up one street and down another, to a distant quarter of the city, near the wall ; then halted before a neat little new-built house, and knocked at the door. When it was opened : “ Friend,” said he, “thou madest one evening of my life cheerful ; it is just that I should make the evening of thy life cheerful also. This house, with its appurtenances, and the garden where it stands, are thine ; kitchen and cellar are full ; an attendant is appointed to wait upon thee ; and the silver groschen, over and above, thou wilt find every noon lying un- der thy plate. Nor will I hide from thee that Graycloak was my servant, whom I sent to give thee daily an honourable alms, till I had got this house made ready for thee. If thou like, 11 There is an old tradition, that a neighbouring Countess promised in jest to give the Bremers as much land as a cripple, who was just asking her for alms, would creep round in a day. They took her at her word ; and the cripple crawled so well, that the town obtained this large common by means of him. 6o MUS^US. thou mayest reckon me thy proper Guardian Angel, since the other has not acted to thy satisfaction.” He then led the old man into his dwelling, where the table was standing covered, and everything arranged for his conveni- ence and comfortable living. The grayhead was so astonished at his fortune, that he could not understand or even believe it. That a rich man should take such pity on a poor one, was in- comprehensible : he felt disposed to take the whole affair for magic or jugglery, till Franz removed his doubts. A stream of thankful tears flowed down the old man’s cheeks ; and his benefactor, satisfied with this, did not wait till he should recover from his amazement and thank him in words, but, after doing this angel-message, vanished from the old man’s eyes, as angels are wont ; and left him to piece together the affair as he best could. Next morning, in the habitation of the lovely Meta, all was as a fair. Franz dispatched to her a crowd of merchants, jewellers, milliners, lace-dealers, tailors, sutors and sempstresses, in part to offer her all sorts of wares, in part their own good services. She passed the whole day in choosing stuffs, laces and other requisites for the condition of a bride, or being measured for her various new apparel. The dimensions of her dainty foot, her beautifully-formed arm and her slim waist, were as often and as carefully meted, as if some skilful statuary had been taking from her the model for a Goddess of Love. Meanwhile the bridegroom went to appoint the bans ; and be- fore three weeks were past, he led his bride to the altar, with a solemnity by which even the gorgeous wedding pomp of the Hop-King was eclipsed. Mother Brigitta had the happiness of twisting the bridal-garland for her virtuous Meta ; she com- pletely attained her wish of spending her woman’ s-summer in propitious affluence ; and deserved this satisfaction, as a re- compense for one praiseworthy quality which she possessed : She was the most tolerable mother-in-law that has ever been discovered. LIBUSSA . 1 Deep in the Bohemian forest, which has now dwindled to a few scattered woodlands, there abode, in the primeval times, while it stretched its umbrage far and wide, a spiritual race of beings, airy and avoiding light, incorporeal also, more deli- cately fashioned than the clay-formed sons of men ; to the coarser sense of feeling imperceptible, but to the finer, half- visible by moonlight ; and well known to poets by the name of Dryads, and to ancient bards by that of Elves. From imme- morial ages, they had dwelt here undisturbed ; till all at once the forest sounded with the din of warriors, for Duke Czech of Hungary, with his Sclavonic hordes, had broken over the moun- tains, to seek in these wild tracts a new habitation. The fair tenants of the aged oaks, of the rocks, clefts and grottos, and of the flags in the tarns and morasses, fled before the clang of arms and the neighing of chargers : the stout Erl-King himself was annoyed by the uproar, and transferred his court to more sequestered wildernesses. One solitary Elf could not resolve to leave her darling oak ; and as the wood began here and there to be felled for the purposes of cultivation^ she alone undertook to defend her tree against the violence of the strangers, and chose the towering summit of it for her residence. Among the retinue of the Duke was a young Squire, Krokus by name, full of spirit and impetuosity ; stout and handsome, and of noble mien, to whom the keeping of his master’s stud had been entrusted, which at times he drove far into the forest for their pasture. Frequently he rested beneath the oak which the Elf inhabited : she observed him with satisfaction ; and at 1 From Jo. Dubravii Historia Bokemica , and JEnece Sylvii Cardinalis de Bohemarum Origine ac Gcstis Ilisloria . 62 MXJSJEUS. night, when he was sleeping at the root, she would whisper pleasant dreams into his ear, and announce to him in expressive images the events of the coming day. When any horse had strayed into the desert, and the keeper had lost its tract, and gone to sleep with anxious thoughts, he failed not to see in vision the marks of the hidden path, which led him to the spot where his lost steed was grazing. The farther the new colonists extended, the nearer came they to the dwelling of the Elf ; and as by her gift of divination, she perceived how soon her life-tree would be threatened by the axe, she determined to unfold this sorrow to her guest. One moonshiny summer evening, Krokus had folded his herd some- what later than usual, and was hastening to his bed under the lofty oak. His path led him round a little fishy lake, on whose silver face the moon was imaging herself like a gleaming ball of gold ; and across this glittering portion of the water, on the far- ther side, he perceived a female form, apparently engaged in walking by the cool shore. This sight surprised the young warrior : What brings the maiden hither, thought he, by herself, in this wilderness, at the season of the nightly dusk ? Yet the adventure was of such a sort, that, to a young man, the more strict investigation of it seemed alluring rather than alarming. He redoubled his steps, keeping firmly in view the form which had arrested his attention ; and soon reached the place where he had first noticed it, beneath the oak. But now it looked to him as if the thing he saw were a shadow rather than a body; he stood wondering and motionless, a cold shudder crept over him, and he heard a sweet soft voice address to him these words : “ Come hither, beloved stranger, and fear not ; I am no phantasm, no deceitful shadow : I am the Elf of this grove, the tenant of the oak, under whose leafy boughs thou hast often rested. I rocked thee in sweet delighting dreams, and pre- figured to thee thy adventures ; and when a brood-mare or a foal had chanced to wander from the herd, I told thee of the place where thou wouldst find it. Repay this favour by a ser- vice which I now require of thee ; be the Protector of this tree, which has so often screened thee from the shower and the scorching heat ; and guard the murderous axes of thy brethren, which lay waste the forest, that they harm not this venerable trunk.” LIBUSSA. 63 The young warrior, restored to self-possession by this soft still voice, made answer : “ Goddess or mortal, whoever thou mayest be, require of me what thou pleasest ; if I can, I will perform it. But I am a man of no account among my people, the servant of the Duke my lord. If he tell me today or to- morrow, Feed here, feed there, how shall I protect thy tree in this distant forest ? Yet if thou commandest me, I will re- nounce the service of princes, and dwell under the shadow of thy oak, and guard it while I live.” “ Do so,” said the Elf: “thou shalt not repent it.” Hereupon she vanished ; and there was a rustling in the branches above, as if some breath of an evening breeze had been entangled in them, and had stirred the leaves. Krokus, for a while, stood enraptured at the heavenly form which had appeared to him. So soft a female, of such slender shape and royal bearing, he had never seen among the short squat dam- sels of his own Sclavonic race. At last he stretched himself upon the moss, but no sleep descended on his eyes ; the dawn overtook him in a whirl of sweet emotions, which were as strange and new to him as the first beam of light to the opened eye of one born blind. With the earliest morning he hastened to the Court of the Duke, required his discharge, packed up his war-accoutrements, and, with rapid steps, his burden on his shoulders, and his head full of glowing enthusiasm, hied him back to his enchanted forest-hermitage. Meanwhile, in his absence, a craftsman among the people, a miller by trade, had selected for himself the round straight trunk of the oak to be an axle, and was proceeding with his mill-men to fell it. The affrighted Elf sobbed bitterly, as the greedy saw began with iron tooth to devour the foundations of her dwelling. She looked wildly round, from the highest sum- mit, for her faithful guardian, but her glance could find him no- where ; and the gift of prophecy, peculiar to her race, was in the present case so ineffectual, that she could as little read the fate that stood before her, as the sons of yEsculapius, with their vaunted prognosis, can discover ways and means for themselves wh^n Death is knocking at their own door. Krokus, however, was approaching, and so near the scene of this catastrophe, that the screeching of the busy saw did not escape his ear. Such a sound in the forest boded no good : he 64 MUS/EUS. quickened his steps, and beheld before his eyes the horror of the devastation that was visiting the tree which he had taken under his protection. Like a fury he rushed upon the wood- cutters, with pike and sword, and scared them from their work ; for they concluded he must be a forest-demon, and fled in great precipitation. By good fortune, the wound of the tree was still curable ; and the scar of it disappeared in a few summers. In the solemn hour of evening, when the stranger had fixed upon the spot for his future habitation ; had meted out the space for hedging round as a garden, and was weighing in his mind the whole scheme of his future hermitage ; where, in retirement from the society of men, he purposed to pass his days in the service of a shadowy companion, possessed ap- parently of little more reality than a Saint of the Calendar, whom a pious friar chooses for his spiritual paramour — the Elf appeared before him at the brink of the lake, and with gentle looks thus spoke : “ Thanks to thee, beloved stranger, that thou hast turned away the wasteful arms of thy brethren from ruining this tree, with which my life is united. For thou shalt know that Mo- ther Nature, who has granted to my race such varied powers and influences, has combined the fortune of our life with the growth and duration of the oak. By us the sovereign of the forest raises his venerable head above the populace of other trees and shrubs ; we further the circulation of the sap through his trunk and boughs, that he may gain strength to battle with the tempest, and for long centuries to defy destructive Time. On the other hand, our life is bound to his : when the oak, which the lot of Destiny has appointed for the partner of our existence, fades by years, we fade along with him ; and when he dies, we die, and sleep, like mortals, as it were a sort of death-sleep, till, by the everlasting cycle of things, Chance, or some hidden provision of Nature, again weds our being to a new germ ; which, unfolded by our enlivening virtue, after the lapse of long years, springs up to be a mighty tree, and affords us the enjoyment of existence anew. From this thou mayest perceive what a service thou hast done me by thy help, and what gratitude I owe thee. Ask of me the recompense of thy noble deed ; disclose to me the wish of thy heart, and this hour it shall be granted thee.” LIBUSSA. 65 Krokus continued silent. The sight of the enchanting Elf had made more impression on him than her speech, of which, indeed, he understood but little. She noticed his embarrass- ment ; and, to extricate him from it, plucked a withered reed from the margin of the lake, broke it into three pieces, and said : “ Choose one of these three stalks, or take one without a choice. In the first, lie Honour and Renown ; in the second, Riches and the wise enjoyment of them ; in the third is happi- ness in Love laid up for thee.” The young man cast his eyes upon the ground, and ans- wered : “ Daughter of Heaven, if thou wouldst deign to grant the desire of my heart, know that it lies not in these three stalks which thou offerest me ; the recompense I aim at is higher. What is Honour but the fuel of Pride ? what are Riches but the root of Avarice ? and what is Love but the trap-door of Passion, to ensnare the noble freedom of the heart ? Grant me my wish, to rest under the shadow of thy oak-tree from the toils of warfare, and to hear from thy sweet mouth the lessons of wisdom, that I may understand by them the se- crets of the future.” “Thy request,” replied the Elf, “is great ; but thy deserv- ing towards me is not less so : be it then as thou hast asked. Nor, with the fruit, shall the shell be wanting to thee ; for the wise man is also honoured ; he alone is rich, for he desires nothing more than he needs, and he tastes the pure nectar of Love without poisoning it by polluted lips.” So saying, she again presented him the three reed-stalks, and vanished from his sight. The young Eremite prepared his bed of moss, beneath the oak, exceedingly content with the reception which the Elf had given him. Sleep came upon him like a strong man ; gay morning dreams danced round his head, and solaced his fancy with the breath of happy forebodings. On awakening, he joy- fully began his day’s work ; ere long he had built himself a pleasant hermit’s-cottage ; had dug his garden, and planted in it roses and lilies, with other odoriferous flowers and herbs ; not forgetting pulse and cole, and a sufficiency of fruit-trees. The Elf never failed to visit him at twilight ; she rejoiced in the prospering of his labours ; walked with him, hand in hand, by the sedgy border of the lake ; and the wavering reeds, as the VOL. I. F 66 MUS^EUS. wind passed through them, whispered a melodious evening salu- tation to the trustful pair. She instructed her attentive disci- ple in the secrets of Nature ; showed him the origin and cause of things ; taught him their common and their magic proper- ties and effects ; and formed the rude soldier into a thinker and philosopher. In proportion as the feelings and senses of the young man grew refined by this fair spiritual intercourse, it seemed as if the tender form of the Elf were condensing, and acquiring more consistency ; her bosom caught warmth and life ; her brown eyes sparkled with the fire of love ; and with the shape, she appeared to have adopted the feelings of a young blooming maiden. The sentimental hour of dusk, which is as if ex- pressly calculated to awaken slumbering feelings, had its usual effect ; and after a few moons from their first acquaintance, the sighing Krokus found himself possessed of the happiness in Love, which the Third Reed-stalk had appointed him ; and did not repent that by the trap-door of Passion the freedom of his heart had been ensnared. Though the marriage of the tender pair took place without witnesses, it was celebrated with as much enjoyment as the most tumultuous espousals ; nor were speaking proofs of love’s recompense long wanting. The Elf gave her husband three daughters at a birth ; and the father, rejoicing in the bounty of his better half, named, at the first embrace, the eldest infant, Bela ; the next born, Therba ; and the youngest, Libussa. They were all like the Genies in beauty of form ; and though not moulded of such light ma- terials as the mother, their corporeal structure was finer than the dull earthy clay of the father. They were also free from all the infirmities of childhood ; their swathings did not gall them ; they teethed without epileptic fits, needed no calomel taken inwardly, got no rickets ; had no small-pox, and, of course, no scars, no scum-eyes, or puckered faces : nor did they require any leading-strings ; for after the first nine days, they ran like little partridges ; and as they grew up, they manifested all the talents of the mother for discovering hidden things, and predicting what was future. Krokus himself, by the aid of time, grew skilful in these mysteries also. When the wolf had scattered the flocks through the forest, and the herdsmen were seeking for their sheep and LIBUSSA. 67 horses ; when the woodman missed an axe or bill, they took counsel from the wise Krokus, who showed them where to find what they had lost. When a wicked prowler had abstracted aught from the common stock ; had by night broken into the pinfold, or the dwelling of his neighbour, and robbed or slain him, and none could guess the malefactor, the wise Krokus was consulted. He led the people to a green ; made them form a ring ; then stept into the midst of them, set the faithful sieve a-running, and so failed not to discover the misdoer. By such acts his fame spread over all the country of Bohemia ; and whoever had a weighty care, or an important undertaking, took counsel from the wise Krokus about its issue. The lame and the sick, too, required from him help and recovery ; even the unsound cattle of the fold were driven to him ; and his gift of curing sick kine by his shadow, was not less than that of the renowned St. Martin of Schierbach. By these means the con- course of the people to him grew more frequent, day by day, no otherwise than if the Tripod of the Delphic Apollo had been transferred to the Bohemian forest : and though Krokus ans- wered all inquiries, and cured the sick and afflicted, without fee or reward, yet the treasure of his secret wisdom paid him richly, and brought him in abundant profit ; the people crowded to him with gifts and presents, and almost oppressed him with testimonies of their good-will. It was he that first disclosed the mystery of washing gold from the sands of the Elbe ; and for his recompense he had a tenth of all the produce. By these means his wealth and store increased ; he built strongholds and palaces ; had vast herds of cattle ; possessed fertile pas- turages, fields and woods ; and thus found himself impercep- tibly possessed of all the Riches which the beneficently fore- boding Elf had enclosed for him in the Second Reed. One fine summer evening, when Krokus with his train was returning from an excursion, having by special request been settling the disputed marches of two townships, he perceived his spouse on the margin of the sedgy lake, where she had first appeared to him. She waved him with her hand ; so he dis- missed his servants, and hastened to clasp her in his arms. She received him, as usual, with tender love ; but her heart was sad and oppressed ; from her eyes trickled down ethereal tears, so fine and fugitive, that as they fell they were greedily 68 MUS^EUS. inhaled by the air, and not allowed to reach the ground. Kro- kus was alarmed at this appearance ; he had never seen his wife’s fair eyes otherwise than cheerful, and sparkling with youthful gaiety. “ What ails thee, beloved of my heart ?” said he ; “ black forebodings overcast my soul. Speak, say what mean those tears.” The Elf sobbed, leaned her head sorrowfully on his shoul- der, and said : “ Beloved husband, in thy absence I have looked into the Book of Destiny ; a doeful chance overhangs my life-tree ; I must part from thee forever. Follow me into the Castle, till I bless my children ; for from this day you will never see me more.” “ Dearest wife,” said Krokus, “ chase away these mournful thoughts. What misfortune is it that can harm thy tree ? Be- hold its sound boughs, how they stretch forth loaded with fruit and leaves, and how it raises its top to the clouds. While this arm can move, it shall defend thy tree from any miscreant that presumes to wound its stem.” “ Impotent defence,” replied she, “ which a mortal arm can yield ! Ants can but secure themselves from ants, flies from flies, and the worms of Earth from other earthly worms. But what can the mightiest among you do against the work- ings of Nature, or the unalterable decisions of Fate? The kings of the Earth can heap up little hillocks, which they name fortresses and castles ; but the weakest breath of air de- fies their authority, blows where it lists, and mocks at their command. This oak-tree thou hast guarded from the violence of men ; canst thou likewise forbid the tempest that it rise not to disleaf its branches ; or if a hidden worm is gnawing in its marrow, canst thou draw it out, and tread it under foot ?” Amid such conversation they arrived at the Castle. The slender maidens, as they were wont at the evening visit of their mother, came bounding forth to meet them ; gave account of their day’s employments, produced their needlework, and their embroideries, to prove their diligence : but now the hour of household happiness was joyless. They soon observed that the traces of deep suffering were imprinted on the countenance of their father ; and they looked with sympathising sorrow at their mother’s tears, without venturing to inquire their cause. The mother gave them many wise instructions and wholesome LIBUSSA. 69 admonitions ; but her speech was like the singing of a swan, as if she wished to give the world her farewell. She lingered with her husband, till the morning-star went up in the sky ; then she embraced him and her children with mournful tender- ness ; and at dawn of day retired, as was her custom, through the secret door, to her oak-tree, and left her friends to their own sad forebodings. Nature stood in listening stillness at the rising sun ; but heavy black clouds soon veiled his beaming head. The day grew sultry and oppressive ; the whole atmosphere was electric. Distant thunder came rolling over the forest ; and the hundred- voiced Echo repeated, in the winding valleys, its baleful sound. At the noontide, a forked thunderbolt struck quivering down upon the oak ; and in a moment shivered with resistless force the trunk and boughs, and the wreck lay scattered far around it in the forest. When Father Krokus was informed of this, he rent his garments, went forth with his daughters to deplore the life-tree of his spouse, and to collect the fragments of it, and preserve them as invaluable relics. But the Elf from that day was not seen any more. In some few years, the tender girls had waxed in stature; their maiden forms blossomed forth, as the rose pushing up from the bud ; and the fame of their beauty spread abroad over all the land. The noblest youths of the people crowded round, with cases to submit to Father Krokus for his counsel ; but at bottom, these their specious pretexts were directed to the fair maidens, whom they wished to get a glimpse of ; as is the mode with young men, who delight to have some business with the master of the household, when his daughters are beau- tiful. The three sisters lived in great simplicity and unity to- gether ; as yet but little conscious of their talents. The gift of prophecy had been communicated to them in an equal degree; and all their words were oracles, although they knew it not. Yet soon their vanity awoke at the voice of flattery ; word- catchers eagerly laid hold of every sound proceeding from their lips ; Celadons noted down every look, spied out the faintest smile, explored the aspect of their eyes, and drew from it more or less favourable prognostics, conceiving that their own des- tiny was to be read by means of it ; and from this time, it has become the mode with lovers to deduce from the horoscope of 7o MUSZEUS. the eyes the rising or declining of their star in courtship. Scarcely had Vanity obtained a footing in the virgin heart, till Pride, her dear confidante, with her wicked rabble of a train, Self-love, Self-praise, Self-will, Self-interest, were standing at the door ; and all of them in time sneaked in. The elder sisters struggled to outdo the younger in their arts ; and en- vied her in secret her superiority in personal attractions. For though they all were very beautiful, the youngest was the most so. Fraulein Bela turned her chief attention to the science of plants ; as Fraulein Medea did in earlier times. She knew their hidden virtues, could extract from them poisons and anti- dotes ; and farther, understood the art of making from them sweet or nauseous odours for the unseen Powers. When her censer steamed, she allured to her Spirits out of the immeasur- able depth of aether, from beyond the Moon, and they became her subjects, that with their fine organs they might be allowed to snuff these delicious vapours : and when she scattered villan- ous perfumes upon the coals, she could have smoked away with it the very Zihim and the Ohim from the Wilderness. Fraulein Therba was inventive as Circe in devising magic formulas, which could command the elements, could raise tem- pests and whirlwinds, also hail and thunder ; could shake the bowels of'the Earth, or lift itself from the sockets of its axle. She employed these arts to terrify the people, and be feared and honoured by them as a goddess ; and she could, in fact, arrange the weather more according to the wish and taste of men than wise old Nature does. Two brothers quarrelled on this subject, for their wishes never were the same. The one was a husbandman, and still desired rain for the growth and strengthening of his crops. The other was a potter, and de- sired constant sunshine to dry his dishes, which the rain destroyed. And as Heaven never could content them in dis- posing of this matter, they repaired one day with rich presents to the Castle of the wise Krokus ; and submitted their petitions to Therba. The daughter of the Elf gave a smile over their unquiet grumbling at the wise economy of Nature ; and con- tented the demands of each : she made rain fall on the seed- lands of the cultivator ; and the sun shone on the potter-field close by. By these enchantments both the sisters gained much fame and riches, for they never used their gifts without a fee. LIBUSSA. 7 * With their treasures they built castles and country-houses ; laid out royal pleasure-gardens ; to their festivals and divertise- ments there was no end. The gallants, who solicited their love, they gulled and laughed at. Fraulein Libussa was no sharer in the vain proud disposi- tion of her sisters. Though she had the same capacities for penetrating the secrets of Nature, and employing its hidden powers in her service, she remained contented with the gifts she had derived from her maternal inheritance, without at- tempting to increase them, or turn them to a source of gain. Her vanity extended not beyond the consciousness that she was beautiful ; she cared not for riches ; and neither longed to be feared nor to be honoured like her sisters. Whilst these were gadding up and down among their country-houses, hastening from one tumultuous pleasure to another, with the flower of the Bohemian chivalry fettered to their chariot-wheels, she abode in her father’s house, conducting the economy, giving counsel to those who begged it, friendly help to the afflicted and op- pressed ; and all from good-will, without remuneration . 2 Her temper was soft and modest, and her conduct virtuous and dis- creet, as beseems a noble virgin. She might secretly rejoice in the victories which her beauty gained over the hearts of men, and accept the sighing and cooing of her languishing adorers as a just tribute to her charms ; but none dared speak a word of love to her, or venture on aspiring to her heart. Yet Amor, the roguish urchin, takes a pleasure in exerting his privileges on the coy ; and often hurls his burning torch upon the lowly straw-roof, when he means to set on fire a lofty palace. 2 Nulla Crocco virilis sexiis proles full , sed moriturus Ires a morte tud filias superstites reliquit , omnes ut ipse erat fatidicas , vel magas potius, qualis Medea et Circe fucrant. Nam Bela natu filiarum maxima herbis incantandis Medeam imitabatur , Tetcha ( Therba ) natu minor car minibus magicis Circem reddebat. Ad utramque frequens multitudinis con cur sits ; du?n alii amores sibi conciliar e^ alii cum bond valetudine in gratiam re- dire , alii res amissas recuperare cupiunt . Ilia arcem Belinam , hcec altera arcem Thetin ex mercenarid pecunid , nihil enim gratuito faciebant , cedi- ficandam curavit. Liberation in hac re Lybussa natu minima apparuit , ut quce a nemine quidquam extorquebat, et potius fata public a omnibus , quam privata singulis, prcecinebat: qud liberalitate , et quia non gratuitd solum sed etiam minus fallace prcedictione utebatur, assecuta est ut in locum patris Crocci subrogaretur . — Dubravius. 72 MUS^EUS. Far in the bosom of the forest lived an ancient Knight, who had come into the land with the host of Czech. In this seclu- sion he had fixed his settlement ; reduced the desert under cultivation, and formed for himself a small estate, where he thought to pass the remainder of his days in peace, and live upon the produce of his husbandry. A strong-handed neigh- bour took forcible possession of the land, and expelled the owner, whom a hospitable peasant sheltered in his dwelling. The distressed old Knight had a son, who now formed the sole consolation and support of his age ; a bold active youth, but possessed of nothing save a hunting-spear and a practised arm, for the sustenance of his gray-haired father. The injustice of their neighbour stimulated him to revenge, and he had been prepared for resisting force by force ; but the command of the anxious father, unwilling to expose his son to danger, had dis- armed him. Yet ere long he resumed his former purpose. Then the father called him to his presence, and said : “Pass over, my son, to the wise Krokus, or to the cunning virgins his daughters, and ask counsel whether the gods approve thy undertaking, and will grant it a prosperous issue. If so, gird on thy sword, and take the spear in thy hand, and go forth to fight for thy inheritance. If not, stay here till thou hast closed my eyes and laid me in the earth ; then do what shall seem good to thee.” The youth set forth, and first reached Bela’s palace, a build- ing like a temple for the habitation of a goddess. He knocked at the door, and desired to be admitted ; but the porter ob- serving that he came empty-handed, dismissed him as a beggar, and shut the door in his face. He went forward in sadness, and reached the house of Sister Therba, where he knocked and requested an audience. The porter looked upon him through his window, and said : “If thou bringest gold in thy bag, which thou canst weigh out to my mistress, she will teach thee one of her good saws to read thy fortune withal. If not, then go and gather of it in the sands of the Elbe as many grains as the tree hath leaves, the sheaf ears, and the bird feathers, then will I open thee this gate.” The mocked young man glided off entirely dejected ; and the more so, as he learned that Seer Krokus was in Poland, arbitrating the disputes of some contending Grandees. He anticipated from the third LIBUSSA. 73 sister no more flattering reception ; and as he descried her father’s castle from a hill in the distance, he could not venture to approach it, but hid himself in a thicket to pursue his bitter thoughts. Ere long he was roused by an approaching noise ; he listened, and heard a sound of horses’ hoofs. A flying roe dashed through the bushes, followed by a lovely huntress and her maids on stately steeds. She hurled a javelin from her hand ; it flew whizzing through the air, but did not hit the game. Instantly the watchful young man seized his bow and launched from the twanging cord a bolt, which smote the deer through the heart, and stretched it lifeless on the spot. The lady, in astonishment at this phenomenon, looked round to find her unknown hunting partner: and the archer, on observing this, stept forward from his bush, and bent himself humbly before her to the ground. Fraulein Libussa thought she had never seen a finer man. At the first glance, his figure made so deep an impression on her, that she could not but award him that involuntary feeling of good-will which a beautiful ap- pearance claims as its prerogative. “Tell me, fair stranger,” said she to him, “ who art thou, and what chance is it that leads thee to these groves ?” The youth guessed rightly that his lucky star had brought him what he was in search of ; he disclosed his case to her in modest words; not hiding how disgracefully her sisters had dismissed him, or how the treat- ment had afflicted him. She cheered his heart with friendly words. “Follow me to my abode,” said she ; “ I will consult the Book of Fate for thee, and answer thy demand tomorrow by the rising of the sun.” The young man did as he was ordered. No churlish porter here barred for him the entrance of the palace ; the fair lady exercised the rights of hospitality with generous attention. He was charmed by this benignant reception, but still more by the beauty of his gentle hostess. Her enchanting figure hovered all night before his eyes ; he carefully defended himself from sleep, that he might not for a moment lose from his thoughts the delightful events of the day. Fraulein Libussa, on the contrary, enjoyed soft slumber: for seclusion from the influ- ences of the external senses, which disturb the finer presenti- ments of the future, is an indispensable condition for the gift of prophecy. The glowing fancy of the maiden blended the 74 MUS^EUS. form of this young stranger with all the dreaming images which hovered through her mind that night. She found him where she had not looked for him, in connexion with affairs in which she could not understand how this unknown youth had come to be involved. On her early awakening, at the hour when the fair pro- phetess was wont to separate and interpret the visions of the night, she felt inclined to cast away these phantasms from her mind, as errors which had sprung from a disturbance in the operation of her prophetic faculty, and were entitled to no heed from her. Yet a dim feeling signified that this creation of her fancy was not idle dreaming ; but had a significant allusion to certain events which the future would unravel ; and that last night this presaging Fantasy had spied out the decrees of Fate, and blabbed them to her, more successfully than ever. By help of it, she found that her guest was inflamed with warm love to her ; and with equal honesty her heart confessed the same thing in regard to him. But she instantly impressed the seal of silence on the news ; as the modest youth had, on his side, set a guard upon his lips and his eyes, that he might not expose himself to a contemptuous refusal ; for the chasm which For- tune had interposed between him and the daughter of the wise Krokus seemed impassable. Although the fair Libussa well knew what she had to say in answer to the young man’s question, yet it went against her heart to let him go from her so soon. At sunrise she called him to her in her garden, and said : “The curtain of darkness yet hangs before my eyes ; abide with me till sunset and at night she said : “ Stay till sunrise and next morning : “ Wait another day;” and the third day: “Have patience till tomorrow.” On the fourth day she at last dismissed him ; finding no more pretexts for detaining him, with safety to her secret. At parting, she gave him his response in friendly words: “ The gods will not that thou shouldst contend with a man of violence in the land ; to bear and suffer is the lot of the weaker. Return to thy father ; be the comfort of his old age ; and support him by the labour of thy diligent hand. Take two white Steers as a present from my herd ; and this Staff to drive them ; and when it blos- soms and bears fruit, the spirit of prophecy will descend on thee.” The young man felt himself unworthy of the gentle virgin’s LIBUSSA. 75 gift ; and blushed that he should receive it and make no return. With ineloquent lips, but with looks so much the more elo- quent, he took mournful leave of her ; and at the gate below found two white Steers awaiting him, as sleek and glittering as of old the godlike Bull, on whose smooth back the virgin Europa swam across the blue sea waves. Joyfully he loosed them from the post, and drove them softly on before him. The distance home seemed but a few ells, so much was his spirit busied with the fair Libussa : and he vowed, that as he never could obtain her love, he would love no other all his days. The old Knight rejoiced in the return of his son ; and still more in learning that the oracle of the fair heiress agreed so completely with his own wishes. As husbandry had been appointed by the gods for the young man’s trade, he lingered not in harnessing his white Steers, and yoking them to the plough. The first trial prospered to his wish : the bullocks had such strength and alacrity that they turned over in a single day more land than twelve yoke of oxen commonly can master : for they were fiery and impetuous, as the Bull is painted in the Almanac, where he rushes from the clouds in the sign of April ; not sluggish and heavy like the Ox, who plods on with his holy consorts, in our Gospel-Book, phlegmatically, as a Dutch skip- per in a calm. Duke Czech, who had led the first colony of his people into Bohemia, was now long ago committed to his final rest, yet his descendants had not been promoted to succeed him in his princely dignity. The magnates had in truth, at his decease, assembled for a new election ; but their wild -stormy tempers would admit of no reasonable resolution. Self-interest and self-sufficiency transformed the first Bohemian Convention of Estates into a Polish Diet : as too many hands laid hold of the princely mantle, they tore it in pieces, and no one of them obtained it. The government had dwindled to a sort of Anarchy ; every one did what was right in his own eyes ; the strong oppressed the weak, the rich the poor, the great the little. There was now no public security in the land ; yet the frank spirits of the time thought their new republic very well arranged : “All is in order,” said they, “everything goes on its way with us as well as elsewhere ; the wolf eats the lamb, the kite the dove, the fox the cock.” This artless constitu- ?6 MUS^US. tion could not last ; when the first debauch of fancied freedom had gone off, and the people were again grown sober, reason asserted its rights ; the patriots, the honest citizens, whoever in the nation loved his country, joined together to destroy the idol Hydra, and unite the people once more under a single head. “Let us choose a Prince,” said they, “ to rule over us, after the manner of our fathers, to tame the froward, and exer- cise right and justice in the midst of us. Not the strongest, the boldest, or the richest ; the wisest be our Duke !” The people, wearied out with the oppressions of their petty tyrants, had on this occasion but one voice, and loudly applauded the proposal. A meeting of Estates was convoked ; and the choice unanimously fell upon the wise Krokus. An embassy of honour was appointed, inviting him to take possession of the princely dignity. Though he had never longed for lofty titles, he hesi- tated not about complying with the people’s wish. Invested with the purple, he proceeded, with great pomp, to Vizegrad, the residence of the Dukes ; where the people met him with triumphant shouting, and did reverence to him as their Regent. Whereby he perceived, that now the third Reed-stalk of the bountiful Elf was likewise sending forth its gift upon him. His love of justice, and his wise legislation, soon spread his fame over all the surrounding countries. The Sarmatic Princes, incessantly at feud with one another, brought their contention from afar before his judgment-seat. He weighed it with the undeceitful weights of natural Justice, in the scales of Law ; and when he opened his mouth, it was as if the venerable Solon, or the wise Solomon from between the Twelve Lions of his throne, had been pronouncing sentence. Some seditious instigators having leagued against the peace of their country, and kindled war among the Poles, he advanced at the head of his army into Poland ; put an end to the civil strife ; and a large portion of the people, grateful for the peace which he had given them, chose him for their Duke also. He there built the city Cracow, which is called by his name, and has the privilege of crowning the Polish Kings, even to the present time. Krokus ruled with great glory to the end of his days. Observing that he was now near their limit, and must soon set out, he caused a coffin to be made from the fragments of the oak which his spouse the Elf had inhabited ; and then departed in peace, be- LIBUSSA. 77 wept by the Princesses his three daughters, who deposited the Ducal remains in the coffin, and consigned him to the Earth as he had commanded ; and the whole land mourned for him. When the obsequies were finished, the Estates assembled to deliberate who should now possess the vacant throne. The people were unanimous for one of Krokus’s daughters ; but which of the three they had not yet determined. Fraulein Bela had, on the whole, the fewest adherents ; for her heart was not good ; and her magic -lantern was too frequently employed in doing sheer mischief. But she had raised such a terror of her- self among the people, that no one liked to take exception at her, lest he might draw down her vengeance on him. When the vote was called, therefore, the Electors all continued dumb ; there was no voice for her, but also none against her. At sun- set the representatives of the people separated, adjourning their election to another day. Then Fraulein Therba was proposed: but confidence in her incantations had made Fraulein Therba’s head giddy; she was proud and overbearing ; required to be honoured as a goddess ; and if incense did not always smoke for her, she grew peevish, cross, capricious ; displaying all the properties by which the fair sex, when they please, can cease to be fair. She was less feared than her elder sister, but not on that account more loved. For these reasons, the election- field continued silent as a lykewake ; and the vote was never called for. On the third day came Libussa’s turn. No sooner was this name pronounced, than a confidential hum was heard throughout the electing circle ; the solemn visages unwrinkled and brightened up, and each of the Electors had some good to whisper of the Fraulein to his neighbour. One praised her virtue, another praised her modesty, a third her prudence, a fourth her infallibility in prophecy, a fifth her disinterestedness in giving counsel, a tenth her chastity, other ninety her beauty, and the last her gifts as a housewife. When a lover draws out such a catalogue of the perfections of his mistress, it remains still doubtful whether she is really the possessor of a single one among them ; but the public seldom errs on the favourable side, however often on the other, in the judgments it pronoun- ces on good fame. With so many universally acknowledged praiseworthy qualities, Fraulein Libussa was undoubtedly the favoured candidate, at least in petto , of the sage Electors : but ?8 MUS^EUS. the preference of the younger sister to the elder has so fre- quently, in the affair of marriage, as experience testifies, de- stroyed the peace of the house, that reasonable fear might be entertained lest in affairs of still greater moment it might dis- turb the peace of the country. This consideration put the sa- pient guardians of the people into such embarrassment, that they could come to no conclusion whatever. There was want- ing a speaker, to hang the clock-weight of his eloquence upon the wheel of the Electors’ favourable will, before the business could get into motion, and the good disposition of their minds become active and efficient ; and this speaker now appeared, as if appointed for the business. Wladomir, one of the Bohemian Magnates, the highest after the Duke, had long sighed for the enchanting Libussa, and wooed her during Father Krokus’s lifetime. The youth be- ing one of his most faithful vassals, and beloved by him as a son, the worthy Krokus could have wished well that love would unite this pair ; but the coyness of the maiden was insuperable, and he would in nowise force her inclination. Prince Wladomir, however, would not be deterred by these doubtful aspects ; but still hoped, by fidelity and constancy, to tire out the hard heart of the Fraulein, and by his tender attentions make it soft and pliant. He continued in the Duke’s retinue to the end, with- out appearing by this means to have advanced a hair’s-breadth towards the goal of his desires. But now, he thought, an op- portunity was offered him for opening her closed heart by a meritorious deed, and earning from her noble-minded gratitude what love did not seem inclined to grant him voluntarily. He determined on braving the hatred and vengeance of the two dreaded sisters, and raising his beloved to her paternal throne. Observing the indecision of the wavering assembly, he ad- dressed them, and said : “ If ye will hear me, ye courageous Knights and Nobles from among the people, I will lay before you a similitude, by which you shall perceive how this coming choice may be ac- complished, to the weal and profit of the land.” Silence being ordered, he proceeded thus : “ The Bees had lost their Queen, and the whole hive sat sad and moping ; they flew seldom and sluggishly out, had small Jteart or activity in honey-making, and their trade and LIBUSSA. 79 sustenance fell into decay. Therefore they resolved upon a new sovereign, to rule over their community, that discipline and order might not be lost from among them. Then came the Wasp flying towards them, and said : * Choose me for your Queen, I am mighty and terrible ; the strong horse is afraid of my sting ; with it I can even defy the lion, your hereditary foe, and prick him in the snout when he approaches your store : I will watch you and defend you.’ This speech was pleasant to the Bees ; but after deeply considering it, the wisest among them ans- wered : ‘ Thou art stout and dreadful, but even the sting which is to guard us we fear : thou canst not be our Queen.* Then the Humble-bee came buzzing towards them, and said : * Choose me for your Queen ; hear ye not that the sounding of my wings announces loftiness and dignity ? Nor is a sting wanting to me, wherewith to protect you.’ The Bees answered : ‘We are a peaceable and quiet people ; the proud sounding of thy wings would annoy us, and disturb the continuance of our dili- gence : thou canst not be our Queen.’ Then the Royal-bee requested audience : ‘ Though I am larger and stronger than you,’ said she, ‘my strength cannot hurt or damage you ; for, lo, the dangerous sting is altogether wanting. I am soft of temper, a friend of order and thrift, can guide your honey-mak- ing and further your labour.’ * Then,’ said the Bees, ‘thou art worthy to rule over us : we obey thee ; be our Queen.’ ” Wladomir was silent. The whole assembly guessed the meaning of his speech, and the minds of all were in a favour- able tone for Fraulein Libussa. But at the moment when the vote was to be put, a croaking raven flew over their heads : this evil omen interrupted all deliberations, and the meeting was adjourned till the morrow. It was Fraulein Bela who had sent this bird of black augury to stop their operations, for she well knew how the minds of the Electors were inclining ; and Prince Wladomir had raised her bitterest spleen against him. She held a secret consultation with her sister Therba ; when it was determined to take vengeance on their common slanderer, and to dispatch a heavy Incubus to suffocate the soul from his body. The stout Knight, dreaming nothing of this danger, went, as he was wont, to wait upon his mistress, and was favoured by her with the first friendly look ; from which he failed not to pre- sage for himselt a heaven of delight ; and if anything could still 8o MUSJEUS . have increased his rapture, it must have been the gift of a rose, which was blooming on the Fraulein’ s breast, and which she reached him, with an injunction to let it wither on his heart. He interpreted these words quite otherwise than they were meant ; for of all the sciences, there is none so deceitful as the science of expounding in matters of love : here errors, as it were, have their home. The enamoured Knight was anxious to preserve his rose as long as possible in freshness and bloom ; he put it in a flower-pot among water, and fell asleep with the most flattering hopes. At gloomy midnight, the destroying angel sent by Fraulein Bela glided towards him ; with panting breath blew off the bolts and locks of his apartment ; lighted like a mountain of lead upon the slumbering Knight, and so squeezed him together, that he felt on awakening as if a millstone had been hung about his neck. In this agonising suffocation, thinking that the last mo- ment of his life was at hand, he happily remembered the rose, which was standing by his bed in a flower-pot, and pressed it to his breast, saying : “ Wither with me, fair rose, and die on my chilled bosom, as a proof that my last thought was directed to thy gentle mistress.” In an instant all was light about his heart ; the heavy Incubus could not withstand the magic force of the flower ; his crushing weight would not now have balanced a feather ; his antipathy to the perfume soon scared him from the chamber ; and the narcotic virtue of this rose-odour again lulled the Knight into refreshing sleep. He rose with the sun next morning, fresh and alert, and rode to the field, to see what impression his similitude had made on the Electors, and to watch what course the business was about to take; determined at all hazards, should a contrary wind spring up, and threaten with shipwreck the vessel of his hopes, to lay his hand upon the rudder, and steer it into port. For the present this was not required. The electing Senate had considered Wladomir’s parable, and so sedulously rumi- nated and digested it overnight, that it had passed into their hearts and spirits. A stout Knight, who espied this favourable crisis, and who sympathised in the concerns of his heart with the enamoured Wladomir, was endeavouring to snatch away, or at least to share with him, the honour of exalting Fraulein Libussa to the throne. He stept forth, and drew his sword, LIBUSSA. 81 and with a loud voice proclaimed Libussa Duchess of Bohemia, calling upon all who thought as he did, to draw their swords and justify the choice. In a moment hundreds of swords were gleaming through the field ; a loud huzza announced the new Regent, and on all sides arose the joyful shout : “ Libussa be our Duchess !” A commission was appointed, with Wladomir and the stout sword-drawer at its head, to acquaint the Fraulein with her exaltation to the princely rank. With that modest blush, which gives the highest grace to female charms, she ac- cepted the sovereignty over the people ; and the magic of her enrapturing look made all hearts subject to her. The nation celebrated the event with vast rejoicings: and although her two sisters envied her, and employed their secret arts to obtain revenge on her and their country for the slight which had been put upon them, and endeavoured by the leaven of criticism, by censuring all the measures and transactions of their sister, to produce a hurtful fermentation in the state, yet Libussa was en- abled wisely to encounter this unsisterly procedure, and to ruin all the hostile projects, magical or other, of these ungentle per- sons ; till at last, weary of assailing her in vain, they ceased to employ their ineffectual arts against her. The sighing Wladomir awaited, in the mean time, with wist- ful longing, the unfolding of his fate. More than once he had tried to read the final issue of it in the fair eyes of his Princess; but Libussa had enjoined them strict silence respecting the feel- ings of her heart ; and for a lover, without prior treaty with the eyes and their significant glances, to demand an oral explana- tion, is at all times an unhappy undertaking. The only favour- able sign, which still sustained his hopes, was the unfaded rose ; for after a year had passed away, it still bloomed as fresh as on the night when he received it from her fair hand. A flower from a lady’s hand, a nosegay, a ribbon, or a lock of hair, is certainly in all cases better than an empty nut ; yet all these pretty things are but ambiguous pledges of love, if they have not borrowed meaning from some more trustworthy revelation. Wladomir had nothing for it but to play in silence the part of a sighing shepherd, and to watch what Time and Chance might in the long-run do to help him. The unquiet Mizisla pursued his courtship with far more vivacity : he pressed forward on every occasion where he could obtain her notice, At the coro- VOL. i. G 82 MUS/EXJS. nation, he had been the first that took the oath of fealty to the Princess ; he followed her inseparably, as the Moon does the Earth, to express by unbidden offices of zeal his devotion to her person ; and on public solemnities and processions, he flourished his sword before her, to keep its good services in her remembrance. Yet Libussa seemed, like other people in the world, to have very speedily forgotten the promoters of her fortune ; for when an obelisk is once standing perpendicular, one heeds not the levers and implements which raised it ; so at least the claimants of her heart explained the Fraulein’s coldness. Meanwhile both of them were wrong in their opinion: the Fraulein was neither insensible nor ungrateful ; but her heart was no longer a free piece of property, which she could give or sell according to her pleasure. The decree of Love had already passed in favour of the trim Forester with the sure cross-bow. The first impres- sion, which the sight of him had made upon her heart, was still so strong, that no second could efface it. In a period of three years, the colours of imagination, in which that Divinity had painted the image of the graceful youth, had no whit abated in their brightness ; and love therefore continued altogether un- impaired. For the passion of the fair sex is of this nature, that if it can endure three moons, it will then last three times three years, or longer if required. In proof of this, see the instances occurring daily before our eyes. When the heroes of Germany sailed over distant seas, to fight out the quarrel of a self-willed daughter of Britain with her motherland, they tore themselves from the arms of their dames with mutual oaths of truth and constancy; yet before the last Buoy of the Weser had got astern of them, the heroic navigators were for most part forgotten of their Chloes. The fickle among these maidens, out of grief to find their hearts unoccupied, hastily supplied the vacuum by the surrogate of new intrigues ; but the faithful and true, who had constancy enough to stand the Weser-proof, and had still refrained from infidelity when the conquerors of their hearts had got beyond the Black Buoy, these, it is said, preserved their vow unbroken till the return of the heroic host into their German native country ; and are still expecting from the hand of Love the recompense of their unwearied perseverance. It is therefore less surprising that the fair Libussa, under LIBUSSA. 83 these circumstances, could withstand the courting of the brilliant chivalry who struggled for her love, than that Penelope of Ithaca could let a whole cohort of wooers sigh for her in vain, when her heart had nothing in reserve but the gray-headed Ulysses. Rank and birth, however, had established such a difference in the situ- ations of the Fraulein and of her beloved youth, that any closer union than Platonic love, a shadowy business which can neither warm nor nourish, was not readily to be expected. Though in those distant times, the pairing of the sexes was as little esti- mated by parchments and genealogical trees, as the chaffers were arranged by their antennae and shell-wings, or the flowers by their pistils, stamina, calix and honey-produce ; it was un- derstood that with the lofty elm the precious vine should mate itself, and not the rough tangleweed which creeps along the hedges. A misassortment of marriage from a difference of rank an inch in breadth excited, it is true, less uproar than in these our classic times ; yet a difference of an ell in breadth, especially when rivals occupied the interstice, and made the distance of the two extremities more visible, was even then a thing which men could notice. All this, and much more, did the Fraulein accurately ponder in her prudent heart ; therefore she granted Passion, the treacherous babbler, no audience, loudly as it spoke in favour of the youth w T hom Love had honoured. Like a chaste vestal, she made an irrevocable vow to persist through life in her virgin closeness of heart ; and to answer no inquiry of a wooer, either with her eyes, or her gestures, or her lips ; yet reserving to herself, as a just indemnification, the right of platonising to any length she liked. This nunlike system suited the aspirants’ way of thought so ill, that they could not in the least comprehend the killing coldness of their mistress ; Jealousy, the confidant of Love, whispered torturing suspicion in their ears ; each thought the other was the happy rival, and their penetration spied about unweariedly to make discoveries, which both of them recoiled from. Yet Fraulein Libussa weighed out her scanty graces to the two valiant Ritters with such prudence and acuteness, on so fair a balance, that the scale of neither rose above the other. Weary of this fruitless waiting, both of them retired from the Court of their Princess, and settled, with secret discontent, upon the affeoffments which Duke Krokus had conferred on 8 4 MUS^EUS. them. They brought so much ill-humour home with them, that Wladomir was an oppression to all his vassals and his neigh- bours ; and Ritter Mizisla, on the other hand, became a hun- ter, followed deer and foxes over the seed-fields and fences of his subjects, and often with his train, to catch one hare, would ride ten acres of corn to nothing. In consequence, arose much sobbing and bewailing in the land ; yet no righteous judge stepped forth to stay the mischief ; for who would willingly give judgment against the stronger ? And so the sufferings of the people never reached the throne of the Duchess. By the virtue of her second-sight, however, no injustice done within the wide limits of her sway could escape her observation ; and the dis- position of her mind being soft, like the sweet features of her face, she sorrowed inwardly at the misdeeds of her vassals, and the violence of the powerful. She took counsel with herself how the evil might be remedied, and her wisdom suggested an imitation of the gods, who, in their judicial procedure, do not fall upon the criminal, and cut him off as it were with the red hand ; though vengeance, following with slow steps, sooner or later overtakes him. The young Princess appointed a general Convention of her Chivalry and States, and made proclamation, that whoever had a grievance or a wrong to be righted, should come forward free and fearless, under her safe-conduct. There- upon, from every end and corner of her dominions, the mal- treated and oppressed crowded towards her ; the wranglers also, and litigious persons, and whoever had a legal cause against his neighbour. Libussa sat upon her throne, like the goddess Themis, and passed sentence, without respect of persons, with unerring judgment ; for the labyrinthic mazes of chicane could not lead her astray, as they do the thick heads of city magis- trates ; and all men were astonished at the wisdom with which she unravelled the perplexed hanks of processes for meum and tuum , and at her unwearied patience in picking out the threads of justice, never once catching a false end, but passing them from side to side of their embroilments, and winding them off to the uttermost thrum. When the tumult of the parties at her bar had by degrees diminished, and the sittings were about to be concluded, on the last day of these assizes audience was demanded by a free neigh- bour of the potent Wladomir, and by deputies from the subjects LIBUSSA. 85 of the hunter Mizisla. They were admitted, and the Freeholder first addressing her, began: “An industrious planter,” said he, “fenced-in a little circuit, on the bank of a broad river, whose waters glided down with soft rushing through the green valley ; for, he thought, The fair stream will be a guard to me on this side, that no hungry wild-beast eat my crops, and it will moisten the roots of my fruit-trees, that they flourish speedily and bring me fruit. But when the earnings of his toil were about to ripen, the deceitful stream grew troubled ; its still waters began to swell and roar, it overflowed its banks, and carried one piece after another of the fruitful soil along with it ; and dug itself a bed through the middle of the cultivated land ; to the sorrow of the poor planter, who had to give up his little property to the malicious wasting of his strong neighbour, the raging of whose waves he himself escaped with difficulty. Puissant daughter of the wise Krokus, the poor planter entreats of thee to command the haughty river no longer to roll its proud billows over the field of the toilsome husbandman, or wash away the fruit of his weary arms, his hope of glad harvest ; but to flow peacefully along within the limits of its own channel.” During this speech, the cheerful brow of the fair Libussa became overclouded ; manly rigour gleamed from her eyes, and all around was ear to catch her sentence, which ran thus : “ Thy cause is plain and straight ; no force shall disturb thy rightful privileges. A dike, which it shall not overpass, shall set bounds to the tumultuous river ; and from its fishes thou shalt be repaid sevenfold the plunder of its wasteful billows.” Then she beckoned to the eldest of the Deputies, and he bowed his face to the earth, and said: “Wise daughter of the far- famed Krokus, Whose is the grain upon the field, the sower’s, who has hidden the seed-corn in the ground that it spring up and bear fruit ; or the tempest’s, which breaks it and scatters it away?” She answered: “The sower’s.” — “Then command the tempest,” said the spokesman, “that it choose not our corn-fields for the scene of its caprices, to uproot our crops and shake the fruit from our trees.” — “So be it,” said the Duchess; “ I will tame the tempest, and banish it from your fields ; it shall battle with the clouds, and disperse them, where they are rising from the south, and threatening the land with hail and heavy weather.” 86 MUSiEUS. Prince Wladomir and Ritter Mizisla were both assessors in the general tribunal. On hearing the complaint, and the rigor- ous sentence passed regarding it, they waxed pale, and looked down upon the ground with suppressed indignation ; not daring to discover how sharply it stung them to be condemned by a decree from female lips. For although, out of tenderness to their honour, the complainants had modestly overhung the charge which an allegorical veil, which the righteous sentence of the fair President had also prudently respected, yet the tex- ture of this covering was so fine and transparent, that whoever had an eye might see what stood behind it. But as they dared not venture to appeal from the judgment-seat of the Princess to the people, since the sentence passed upon them had excited universal joy, they submitted to it, though with great reluctance. Wladomir indemnified his freeliolding neighbour sevenfold for the mischief done him ; and Nimrod Mizisla engaged, on the honour of a knight, no more to select the corn-fields of his subjects as a chase for hare-catching. Libussa, at the same time, pointed out to them a more respectable employment, for occupying their activity, and restoring to their fame, which now, like a cracked pot when struck, emitted nothing but discords, the sound ring of knightly virtues. She placed them at the head of an army, which she was dispatching to encounter Zornebock, the Prince of the Sorbi, a giant, and a powerful magician withal, who was then meditating war against Bohemia. This commission she accompanied with the penance, that they were not to appear again at Court, till the one could offer her the plume, the other the golden spurs, of the monster, as tokens of their victory. The unfading rose, during this campaign, displayed its magic virtues once more. By means of it, Prince Wladomir was as invulnerable to mortal weapons, as Achilles the Hero ; and as nimble, quick and dextrous, as Achilles the Light-of- foot. The armies met upon the southern boundaries of the Kingdom, and joined in fierce battle. The Bohemian heroes flew through the squadrons, like storm and whirlwind ; and cut down the thick spear-crop, as the scythe of the mower cuts a field of hay. Zornebock fell beneath the strong dints of their falchions ; they returned in triumph with the stipulated spoils to Vizegrad; and the spots and blemishes, which had soiled their LIBUSSA. 87 knightly virtue, were now washed clean away in the blood of their enemies. Libussa bestowed on them every mark of princely honour, dismissed them to their homes when the army was dis- charged ; and gave them, as a new token of her favour, a pur- ple-red apple from her pleasure-garden, for a memorial of her by the road, enjoining them to part the same peacefully between them, without cutting it in two. They then went their way ; put the apple on a shield, and had it borne before them as a public spectacle, while they consulted together how the parting of it might be prudently effected, according to the meaning of its gentle giver. While the point where their roads divided lay before them at a distance, they proceeded with their partition-treaty in the most accommodating mood ; but at last it became necessary to determine which of the two should have the apple in his keep- ing, for both had equal shares in it, and only one could get it, though each promised to himsejf great wonders from the gift, and was eager to obtain possession of it. They split in their opinions on this matter ; and things went so far, that it ap- peared as if the sword must decide, to whom this indivisible apple had been allotted by the fortune of arms. But a shep- herd driving his flock overtook them as they stood debating ; him they selected (apparently in imitation of the Three God- desses, who also applied to a shepherd to decide their famous apple-quarrel), and made arbiter of their dispute, and laid the business in detail before him. The shepherd thought a little, then said : “In the gift of this apple lies a deep-hidden mean- ing ; but who can bring it out, save the sage Virgin who hid it there ? For myself, I conceive the apple is a treacherous fruit, that has grown upon the Tree of Discord, and its purple skin may prefigure bloody feud between your worshipful knightships ; that each is to cut off the other, and neither of you get enjoy- ment of the gift. For, tell me, how is it possible to part an apple, without cutting it in twain?” The Knights took the shepherd’s speech to heart, and thought there was a deal of truth in it. “ Thou hast judged rightly,” said they : “Has not this base apple already kindled anger and contention between us ? Were we not standing harnessed to fight, for the deceit- ful gift of this proud Princess ? Did she not put us at the head of her army, with intention to destroy us ? And having failed 88 MUS^EUS. in this, she now arms our hands with the weapons of discord against each other ! We renounce her crafty present ; neither of us will have the apple. Be it thine, as the reward of thy righteous sentence : to the judge belongs the fruit of the pro- cess, and to the parties the rind.” The Knights then went their several ways, while the herds- man consumed the objectum litis with all the composure and conveniency common among judges. The ambiguous present of the Duchess cut them to the heart ; and as they found, on returning home, that they could no longer treat their subjects and vassals in the former arbitrary fashion, but were forced to obey the laws, which Fraulein Libussa had promulgated for the general security among her people, their ill humour grew more deep and rancorous. They entered into a league offensive and defensive with each other ; made a party for themselves in the country ; and many mutinous wrongheads joined them, and were sent abroad in packs to decry and calumniate the govern- ment of women. “ Shame ! Shame !” cried they, “ that we must obey a woman, who gathers our victorious laurels to decorate a distaff with them ! The Man should be master of the house, and not the Wife ; this is his special right, and so it is estab- lished everywhere, among all people. What is an army with- out a Duke to go before his warriors, but a helpless trunk without a head ? Let us appoint a Prince, who may be ruler over us, and whom we may obey.” These seditious speeches were no secret to the watchful Princess ; nor was she ignorant what wind blew them thither, or what its sounding boded. Therefore she convened a depu- tation of the States ; entered their assembly with the stateliness of an earthly goddess, and the words of her mouth dropped like honey from her virgin lips. “ A rumour flies about the land,” said she, “that you desire a Duke to go before you to battle, and that you reckon it inglorious to obey me any longer. Yet, in a free and unconstrained election, you yourselves did not choose a man from among you ; but called one of the daugh- ters of the people, and clothed her with the purple, to rule over you according to the laws and customs of the land. Whoso can accuse me of error in conducting the government, let him step forward openly and freely, and bear witness against me But if I, after the manner of my father Krokus, have done priv LIBUSSA. 89 dently and justly in the midst of you, making crooked things straight, and rough places plain ; if I have secured your har- vests from the spoiler, guarded the fruit-tree, and snatched the flock from the claws of the wolf ; if I have bowed the stiff neck of the violent, assisted the down-pressed, and given the weak a staff to rest on ; then will it beseem you to live according to your covenant, and be true, gentle and helpful to me, as in doing fealty to me you engaged. If you reckon it inglorious to obey a woman, you should have thought of this before appoint- ing me to be your Princess ; if there is disgrace here, it is you alone who’ ought to bear it. But your procedure shows you not to understand your own advantage : for woman’s hand is soft and tender, accustomed only to waft cool air with the fan ; and sinewy and rude is the arm of man, heavy and oppressive when it grasps the supreme control. And know ye not that where a woman governs, the rule is in the power of men ? For she gives heed to wise counsellors, and these gather round her. But where the distaff excludes from the throne, there is the govern- ment of females ; for the women, that please the king’s eyes, have his heart in their hand. Therefore, consider well of your attempt, lest ye repent your fickleness too late.” The fair speaker ceased ; and a deep reverent silence reigned throughout the hall of meeting ; none presumed to utter a word against her. Yet Prince Wladomir and his allies desisted not from their intention, but whispered in each other’s ear : “ The sly Doe is loath to quit the fat pastures ; but the hunter’s horn shall sound yet louder, and scare her forth .” 3 Next day they prompted the knights to call loudly on the Princess to choose a husband within three days, and by the choice of her heart to give the people a Prince, who might divide with her the cares of government. At this unexpected requisition, coming as it seemed from the voice of the nation, a virgin blush overspread the cheeks of the lovely Princess ; her clear eye discerned all the sunken cliffs, which threatened her with peril. For even if, according to the custom of the great world, she should deter- mine upon subjecting her inclination to her state-policy, she could only give her hand to one suitor, and she saw well that 3 Invita de ledioribus pascuis , autor seditionis inquit, lucula ista de- cedit ; sed jam vi inde deturban da est , si sud sponte loco suo concedere vivo alicui principi nohierit . — Dubravius. 90 MUS^US. all the remaining candidates would take it as a slight, and be- gin to meditate revenge. Besides, the private vow of her heart was inviolable and sacred in her eyes. Therefore she endea- voured prudently to turn aside this importunate demand of the States ; and again attempted to persuade them altogether to renounce their schemes of innovation. “ The eagle being dead,” said she, “the birds chose the Ring-dove for their queen, and all of them obeyed her soft cooing call. But light and airy, as is the nature of birds, they soon altered their determination, and repented them that they had made it. The proud Peacock thought that it beseemed him better to be ruler ; the keen Fal- con, accustomed to make the smaller birds his prey, reckoned it disgraceful to obey the peaceful Dove ; they formed a party, and appointed the weak-eyed Owl to be the spokesman of their combination, and propose a new election of a sovereign. The sluggish Bustard, the heavy-bodied Heath-cock, the lazy Stork, the small-brained Heron, and all the larger birds chuckled, flapped, and croaked applause to him ; and the host of little birds twittered, in their simplicity, and chirped out of bush and grove to the same tune. Then arose the warlike Kite, and soared boldly up into the air, and the birds cried out : ‘ What a majestic flight ! The brave, strong Kite shall be our King !’ Scarcely had the plundering bird taken possession of the throne, when he manifested his activity and courage on his winged sub- jects, in deeds of tyranny and caprice : he plucked the feathers from the larger fowls, and eat the little songsters.” Significant as this oration was, it made but a small impres- sion on the minds of the people, hungering and thirsting after change ; and they abode by their determination, that within three days, Fraulein Libussa should select herself a husband. At this, Prince Wladomir rejoiced in heart ; for now, he thought, he should secure the fair prey, for which he had so long been watching in vain. Love and ambition inflamed his wishes, and put eloquence into his mouth, which had hitherto confined itself to secret sighing. He came to Court, and re- quired audience of the Duchess. “Gracious ruler of thy people and my heart,” thus he ad- dressed her, “from thee no secret is hidden ; thou knowest the flames which burn in this bosom, holy and pure as on the altar of the gods, and thou knowest also what fire has kindled them. LIBUSSA. 9i It is now appointed, that at the behest of thy people, thou give the land a Prince. Wilt thou disdain a heart, which lives and beats for thee? To be worthy of thy love, I risked my life to put thee on the throne of thy father. Grant me the merit of retaining thee upon it by the bond of tender affection : let us divide the possession of thy throne and thy heart ; the first be thine, the second be mine, and my happiness will be exalted beyond the lot of mortals.” Fratilein Libussa wore a most maidenlike appearance dur- ing this oration, and covered her face with her veil, to hide the soft blush which deepened the colour of her cheeks. On its conclusion, she made a sign with her hand, not opening her lips, for the Prince to step aside ; as if she would consider what she should resolve upon, in answer to his suit. Immediately the brisk Knight Mizisla announced himself, and desired to be admitted. “Loveliest of the daughters of princes,” said he, as he en- tered the audience-chamber, “ the fair Ring-dove, queen of the air, must no longer, as thou well knowest, coo in solitude, but take to herself a mate. The proud Peacock, it is talked, holds up his glittering plumage in her eyes, and thinks to blind her by the splendour of his feathers ; but she is prudent and modest, and will not unite herself with the haughty Peacock. The keen Falcon, once a plundering bird, has now changed his nature j is gentle and honest, and without deceit ; for he loves the fair Dove, and would fain that she mated with him. That his bill is hooked and his talons sharp, must not mislead thee : he needs them to protect the fair Dove his darling, that no bird hurt her, or disturb the habitation of her rule ; for he is true and kindly to her, and first swore fealty on the day when she was crowned. Now tell me, wise Princess, if the soft Dove will grant to her trusty Falcon the love which he longs for ?” Fraulein Libussa did as she had done before : beckoned to the Knight to step aside ; and, after waiting for a space, she called the two rivals into her presence, and spoke thus : “ I owe you great thanks, noble Knights, for your help in obtaining me the princely crown of Bohemia, which my father Krokus honourably wore. The zeal, of which you remind me, had not faded from my remembrance ; nor is it hid from my knowledge, that you virtuously love me, for your looks and 92 MUS/EUS. gestures have long been the interpreters of your feelings. That I shut up my heart against you, and did not answer love with love, regard not as insensibility ; it was not meant for slight or scorn, but for harmoniously determining a choice which was doubtful. I weighed your merits, and the tongue of the trying balance bent to neither side. Therefore I resolved on leaving the decision of your fate to yourselves ; and offered you the possession of my heart, under the figure of an enigmatic apple ; that it might be seen to which of you the greater measure of judgment and wisdom had been given, in appropriating to him- self this gift, which could not be divided. Now tell me with- out delay, In whose hands is the apple ? Whichever of you has won it from the other, let him from this hour receive my throne and my heart as the prize of his skill.” The two rivals looked at one another with amazement ; grew pale, and held their peace. At last, after a long pause, Prince Wladomir broke silence, and said : “The enigmas of the wise are, to the foolish, a nut in a toothless mouth, a pearl which the cock scratches from the sand, a lantern in the hand of the blind. O Princess, be not wroth with us, that we neither knew the use nor the value of thy gift ; we misinterpreted thy purpose ; thought that thou hadst cast an apple of contention on our path, to awaken us to strife -and deadly feud ; therefore each gave up his share, and we renounced the divisive fruit, whose sole possession neither of us would have peaceably allowed the other !” “You have given sentence on yourselves,” replied the Frau- lein : “ if an apple could inflame your jealousy, what fighting would ye not have fought for a myrtle-garland twined about a crown !” With this response she dismissed the Knights, who now lamented that they had given ear to the unwise arbiter, and thoughtlessly cast away the pledge of love, which, as it ap- peared, had been the casket of their fairest hopes. They meditated severally how they might still execute their purpose, and by force or guile get possession of the throne, with its lovely occupant. Fraulein Libussa, in the mean while, was not spending in idleness the three days given her for consideration ; but dili- gently taking counsel with herself, how she might meet the im- LIBUSSA. 93 portunate demand of her people, give Bohemia a Duke, and herself a husband according to the choice of her heart. She dreaded lest Prince Wladomir might still more pressingly assail her, and perhaps deprive her of the throne. Necessity com- bined with love to make her execute a plan, with which she had often entertained herself as with a pleasant dream ; for what mortal’s head has not some phantom walking in it, to- wards which he turns in a vacant hour, to play with it as with a puppet ? There is no more pleasing pastime for a strait-shod maiden, when her galled corns are resting from the toils of the pavement, than to think of a stately and commodious equipage ; the coy beauty dreams gladly of counts sighing at her feet ; Avarice gets prizes in the Lottery ; the debtor in the jail falls heir to vast possessions ; the squanderer discovers the Hermetic Secret ; and the poor woodcutter finds a treasure in the hollow of a tree; all merely in fancy, yet not without the enjoyment of a secret satisfaction. The gift of prophecy has always been united with a warm imagination ; thus the fair Libussa had, like others, willingly and frequently given heed to this seduc- tive playmate, which, in kind companionship, had always en- tertained her with the figure of the young Archer, so indelibly impressed upon her heart. Thousands of projects came into her mind, which Fancy palmed on her as feasible and easy. At one time she formed schemes of drawing forth her darling youth from his obscurity, placing him in the army, and raising him from one post of honour to another ; and then instantly she bound a laurel garland about his temples, and led him, crowned with victory and honour, to the throne she could have been so glad to share with him. At other times, she gave a different turn to the romance : she equipped her darling as a knight-errant, seeking for adventures ; brought him to her Court, and changed him into a Huon of Bourdeaux ; nor was the won- drous furniture wanting, for endowing him as highly as Friend Oberon did his ward. But when Common Sense again got possession of the maiden’s soul, the many-coloured forms of the magic-lantern waxed pale in the beam of prudence, and the fair vision vanished into air. She then bethought her what hazards would attend such an enterprise ; what mischief for her people, when jealousy and envy raised the hearts of her grandees in rebellion against her, and the alarum beacon of discord gave 94 MUS^EUS. the signal for uproar and sedition in the land. Therefore she sedulously hid the wishes of her heart from the keen glance of the spy, and disclosed no glimpse of them to any one. But now, when the people were clamouring for a Prince, the matter had assumed another form : the point would now be attained, could she combine her wishes with the national demand. She strengthened her soul with manly resolution ; and as the third day dawned, she adorned herself with all her jewels, and her head was encircled with a myrtle crown. At- tended by her maidens, all decorated with flower garlands, she ascended the throne, full of lofty courage and soft dignity. The assemblage of knights and vassals around her stood in breath- less attention, to learn from her lips the name of the happy Prince with whom she had resolved to share her heart and throne. “Ye nobles of my people,” thus she spoke, “the lot of your destiny still lies untouched in the urn of concealment ; you are still free as my coursers that graze in the meadows, before the bridle and the bit have curbed them, or their smooth backs have been pressed by the burden of the saddle and the rider. It now rests with you to signify, Whether, in the space allowed me for the choice of a spouse, your hot desire for a Prince to rule over you has cooled, and given place to more calm scrutiny of this intention ; or you still persist inflexibly in your demand.” She paused for a moment ; but the hum of the multitude, the whispering and buzzing, and looks of the whole Senate, did not long leave her in uncertainty, and their speaker ratified the conclusion, that the vote was still for a Duke. “ Then be it so !” said she ; “the die is cast, the issue of it stands not with me ! The gods have appointed, for the kingdom of Bohemia, a Prince who shall sway its sceptre with justice and wisdom. The young cedar does not yet overtop the firm-set oaks ; concealed among the trees of the forest it grows, encircled with ignoble shrubs ; but soon it shall send forth branches to give shade to its roots ; and its top shall touch the clouds. Choose a deputation, ye nobles of the people, of twelve honourable men from among you, that they hasten to seek out the Prince, and attend him to the throne. My steed will point out your path ; unloaded and free it shall course on before you ; and as a token that you have found what you are sent forth to seek, observe that the man whom the gods have selected for* LIBUSSA. 95 your Prince, at the time when you approach him, will be eat- ing his repast on an iron table, under the open sky, in the sha- dow of a solitary tree. To him you shall do reverence, and clothe his body with the princely robe. The white horse will let him mount it, and bring him hither to the Court, that he may be my husband and your lord.” She then left the assembly, with the cheerful yet abashed countenance which brides wear, when they look for the arrival of the bridegroom. At her speech there was much wondering ; and the prophetic spirit breathing from it worked upon the general mind like a divine oracle, which the populace blindly believe, and which thinkers alone attempt investigating. The messengers of honour were selected, the white horse stood in readiness, caparisoned with Asiatic pomp, as if it had been saddled for carrying the Grand Signior to mosque. The caval- cade set forth, attended by the concourse, and the loud huzza- ing of the people ; and the white horse paced on before. But the train soon vanished from the eyes of the spectators : and nothing could be seen but a little cloud of dust whirling up afar off : for the spirited courser, getting to its mettle when it reached the open air, began a furious gallop, like a British racer, so that the squadron of deputies could hardly keep in sight of it. Though the quick steed seemed abandoned to its own guidance, an unseen power directed its steps, pulled its bri- dle, and spurred its flanks. Fraulein Libussa, by the magic virtues inherited from her Elfine mother, had contrived so to instruct the courser, that it turned neither to the right hand nor to the left from its path, but with winged steps hastened on to its destination : and she herself, now that all combined to the fulfilment of her wishes, awaited its returning rider with tender longing. The messengers had in the mean time been soundly gal- loped ; already they had travelled many leagues, up hill and down dale ; had swum across the Elbe and the Moldau ; and as their gastric juices made them think of dinner, they recalled to mind the strange table, at which, according to the Fraulein’s oracle, their new Prince was to be feeding. Their glosses and remarks on it were many. A forward knight observed to his companions : “In my poor view of it, our gracious lady has it in her eye to bilk us, and make April messengers of us ; for MUS^EUS- 96 who ever heard of any man in Bohemia that ate his victuals off an iron table ? What use is it ? our sharp galloping will bring us nothing but mockery and scorn.” Another, of a more pene- trating turn, imagined that the iron table might be allegori- cal ; that they should perhaps fall in with some knight- errant, who, after the manner of the wandering brotherhood, had sat down beneath a tree, and spread out his frugal dinner on his shield. A third said, jesting : “I fear our way will lead us down to the workshop of the Cyclops ; and we shall find the lame Vulcan, or one of his journeymen, dining from his stithy, and must bring him to our Venus.” Amid such conversation, they observed their guiding quad- ruped, which had got a long start of them, turn across a new- ploughed field, and, to their wonder, halt beside the plough- man. They dashed rapidly forward, and found a peasant sitting on an upturned plough, and eating his black bread from the iron plough-share, which he was using as a table, under the shadow of a fresh pear-tree. He seemed to like the stately horse ; he patted it, offered it a bit of bread, and it ate from his hand. The Embassy, of course, was much surprised at this phenomenon ; nevertheless, no member of it doubted but that they had found their man. They approached him rever- ently, and the eldest among them opened his lips, and said : “ The Duchess of Bohemia has sent us hither, and bids us sig- nify to thee the will and purpose of the gods, that thou change thy plough with the throne of this kingdom, and thy goad with its sceptre. She selects thee for her husband, to rule with her over the Bohemians.” The young peasant thought they meant to banter him ; a thing little to his taste, especially as he supposed that they had guessed his love-secret, and were now come to mock his weakness. Therefore he answered somewhat stoutly, to meet mockery with mockery : “ But is your dukedom worth this plough ? If the prince cannot eat with better relish, drink more joyously, or sleep more soundly than the peasant, then in sooth it is not worth while to change this kindly furrow-field with the Bohemian kingdom, or this smooth ox-goad with its sceptre. For, tell me, Are not three grains of salt as good for seasoning my morsel as three bushels?” Then one of the Twelve answered : “ The purblind mole LIBUSSA. 97 digs underground for worms to feed upon ; for he has no eyes which can endure the daylight, and no feet which are formed for running like the nimble roe ; the scaly crab creeps to and fro in the mud of lakes and marshes, delights to dwell under tree-roots and shrubs by the banks of rivers, for he wants the fins for swimming ; and the barn-door cock, cooped up within his hen-fence, risks no flight over the low wall, for he is too timorous to trust in his wings, like the high-soaring bird of prey. Have eyes for seeing, feet for going, fins for swimming, and pinions for flight been allotted thee, thou wilt not grub like a mole underground ; nor hide thyself like a dull shell- fish among mud ; nor, like the king of the poultry, be content with crowing from the barn-door : but come forward into day ; run, swim, or fly into the clouds, as Nature may have fur- nished thee with gifts. For it suffices not the active man to continue what he is ; but he strives to become what he may be. Therefore, do thou try being what the gods have called thee to ; then wilt thou judge rightly whether the Bohemian kingdom is worth an acre of corn-land in barter, yea or not.” This earnest oration of the Deputy, in whose face no jest- ing feature was to be discerned ; and still more the insignia of royalty, the purple robe, the sceptre and the golden sword, which the ambassadors brought forward as a reference and certificate of their mission’s authenticity, at last overcame the mistrust of the doubting ploughman. All at once, light rose on his soul ; a rapturous thought awoke in him, that Libussa had discovered the feelings of his heart ; had, by her skill in seeing what was secret, recognised his faithfulness and constancy : and was about to recompense him, so as he had never ventured even in dreams to hope. The gift of prophecy predicted to him by her oracle, then came into his mind ; and he thought that now or never it must be fulfilled. Instantly he grasped his hazel staff ; stuck it deep into the ploughed land ; heaped loose mould about it as you plant a tree ; and, lo, immediately the staff got buds, and shot forth sprouts and boughs with leaves and flowers. Two of the green twigs withered, and their dry leaves became the sport of the wind ; but the third grew up the more luxuriantly, and its fruits ripened. Then came the spirit of prophecy upon the rapt ploughman ; he opened his mouth, and said : “Ye messengers of the Princess VOL. I. II 9 8 MUSyEUS. Libussa and of the Bohemian people, hear the words of Primis- laus the son of Mnatha, the stout-hearted Knight, for whom, blown upon by the spirit of prophecy, the mists of the Future part asunder. The man who guided the ploughshare, ye have called to seize the handles of your princedom, before his day’s work was ended. O that the glebe had been broken by the furrow, to the boundary-stone ; so had Bohemia remained an independent kingdom to the utmost ages ! But since ye have disturbed the labour of the plougher too early, the limits of your country will become the heritage of your neighbour, and your distant posterity will be joined to him in unchangeable union. The three twigs of the budding Staff are three sons which your Princess shall bear me : two of them, as unripe shoots, shall speedily wither away ; but the third shall inherit the throne, and by him shall the fruit of late grandchildren be matured, till the Eagle soar over your mountains and nestle in the land ; yet soon fly thence, and return as to his own posses- sion. And then, when the Son of the Gods arises , 4 who is his plougher’s friend, and smites the slave-fetters from his limbs, then mark it, Posterity, for thou shalt bless thy destiny ! For when he has trodden under his feet the Dragon of Super- stition, he will stretch out his arm against the waxing moon, to pluck it from the firmament, that he may himself illuminate the w r orld as a benignant star.” The venerable deputation stood in silent wonder, gazing at the prophetic man, like dumb idols : it was as if a god were speaking by his lips. He himself turned away from them to the two white steers, the associates of his toilsome labour ; he unyoked and let them go in freedom from their farm-service ; at which they began frisking joyfully upon the grassy lea, but at the same time visibly decreased in bulk ; like thin vapour melted into air, and vanished out of sight. Then Primislaus doffed his peasant wooden shoes, and proceeded to the brook to clean himself. The precious robes were laid upon him ; he begirt himself with the sword, and had the golden spurs put on him like a knight ; then stoutly sprang upon the white horse, which bore him peaceably along. Being now about to quit his still asylum, he commanded the ambassadors to bring his wooden shoes after him, and keep them carefully, as a token 4 Emperor Joseph IL LIBUSSA. 99 that the humblest among the people had once been exalted to the highest dignity in Bohemia ; and as a memorial for his posterity to bear their elevation meekly, and, mindful of their origin, to respect and defend the peasantry, from which them- selves had sprung. Hence came the ancient practice of ex- hibiting a pair of wooden shoes before the Kings of Bohemia on their coronation ; a custom held in observance till the male line of Primislaus became extinct. The planted hazel rod bore fruit and grew ; striking roots out on every side, and sending forth new shoots, till at last the whole field was changed into a hazel copse; a circumstance of great advantage to the neighbouring township, which included it within their bounds; for, in memory of this miraculous plan- tation, they obtained a grant from the Bohemian Kings, ex- empting them from ever paying any public contribution in the land, except a pint of hazel nuts ; which royal privilege their late descendants, as the story runs, are enjoying at this day . 5 Though the white courser, which was now proudly carrying the bridegroom to his mistress, seemed to outrun the winds, Primislaus did not fail now and then to let him feel the golden spurs, to push him on still faster. The quick gallop seemed to him a tortoise-pace, so keen was his desire to have the fair Libussa, whose form, after seven years, was still so new and lovely in his soul, once more before his eyes ; and this not merely as a show, like some bright peculiar anemone in the variegated bed of a flower-garden, but for the blissful appropri- ation of victorious love. He thought only of the myrtle-crown, which, in the lover’s valuation, far outshines the crown of sove- reignty ; and had he balanced love and rank against each other, the Bohemian throne without Libussa would have darted up, like a clipped ducat in the scales of the money-changer. The sun was verging to decline, when the new Prince, with his escort, entered Vizegrad. Fraulein Libussa was in her garden, where she had just plucked a basket of ripe plums, when her future husband’s arrival was announced to her. She 5 ^Bneas Sylvius affirms that he saw, with his own eyes, a renewal of this charter from Charles IV. Vidi inter privilegia regni liter as Caroli Quarti , Romanorum Imperatoris , divi Sigismundi patris, in qui - bus (• villce illius incolce) libertate donantnr ; nec plus tributi pendere ju~ bentur , quam nucuni illius arboris exiguam mensuram . IOO MUS^EUS. went forth modestly, with all her maidens, to meet him ; re- ceived him as a bridegroom conducted to her by the gods, veiling the election of her heart under a show of submission to the will of Higher Powers. The eyes of the Court were eagerly directed to the stranger ; in whom, however, nothing could be seen but a fair handsome man. In respect of outward form, there were several courtiers who, in thought, did not hesitate to measure with him ; and dould not understand why the gods should have disdained the anti-chamber, and not selected from it some accomplished and ruddy lord, rather than the sunburnt ploughman^ to assist the Princess in her government. Espe- cially in Wladomir and Mizisla, it was observable that their pretensions were reluctantly withdrawn. It behoved the Frau- lein then to vindicate the work of the gods ; and show that Squire Primislaus had been indemnified for the defect of splen- did birth, by a fair equivalent in sterling common sense and depth of judgment. She had caused a royal banquet to be prepared, no whit inferior to the feast with which the hospit- able Dido entertained her pious guest HLneas. The cup of welcome passed diligently round, the presents of the Princess had excited cheerfulness and good-humour, and a part of the night had already vanished amid jests and pleasant pastime, when Libussa set on foot a game at riddles ; and, as a dis- covery of hidden things was her proper trade, she did not fail to solve, with satisfactory decision, all the riddles that were in- troduced. When her own turn came to propose one, she called Prince Wladomir, Mizisla and Primislaus to her, and said: “Fair sirs, it is now for you to read a riddle, which I shall submit to you, that it may be seen who among you is the wisest and of keenest judgment. I intended, for you three, a present of this basket of plums, which I plucked in my garden. One of you shall have the half, and one over * the next shall have the half of what remains, and one over ; the third shall again have the half, and three over. Now, if so be that the basket is then emptied, tell me, How many plums are in it now ?” The headlong Ritter Mizisla took the measure of the fruit with his eye, not the sense of the riddle