She had
seen Black Esther's head rising out of the darkness, had again
heard her dying shriek, had beheld the distorted face and the
wild black tresses.
seen Black Esther's head rising out of the darkness, had again
heard her dying shriek, had beheld the distorted face and the
wild black tresses.
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The cows were led out and put into
the boat, the chickens were also taken along in a coop, and the
dog was constantly running to and fro.
The hour of parting had come.
The mother uttered a prayer, and then called all of them
into the kitchen. She scooped up some water from the pail and
poured it into the fire, with these words:-"May all that's evil
be thus poured out and extinguished, and let those who light a
fire after us find nothing but health in their home. "
Hansei, Walpurga, and Gundel were each of them obliged
to pour a ladleful of water into the fire, and the grandmother
guided the child's hand while it did the same thing.
After they had all silently performed this ceremony, the
grandmother prayed aloud:
"Take from us, O Lord our God, all heartache and home-
sickness and all trouble, and grant us health and a happy home
where we next kindle our fire. "
She was the first to cross the threshold. She had the child in
her arms and covered its eyes with her hands while she called
out to the others:-
"Don't look back when you go out. "
"Just wait a moment," said Hansei to Walpurga when he
found himself alone with her. "Before we cross this threshold
for the last time, I've something to tell you. I must tell it. I
mean to be a righteous man and to keep nothing concealed from
you. I must tell you this, Walpurga. While you were away
and Black Esther lived up yonder, I once came very near being
wicked- and unfaithful—thank God, I wasn't. But it torments
me to think that I ever wanted to be bad;
forgive me and God will forgive me, too.
and now, Walpurga,
Now I've told you,
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and have nothing more to tell. If I were to appear before God
this moment, I'd know of nothing more. "
Walpurga embraced him, and sobbing, said, "You're my dear
good husband! " and they crossed the threshold for the last time.
When they reached the garden, Hansei paused, looked up at
the cherry-tree, and said: -
"And so you remain here. Won't you come with us? We've
always been good friends, and spent many an hour together.
But wait! I'll take you with me, after all," cried he, joyfully,
"and I'll plant you in my new home. "
He carefully dug out a shoot that was sprouting up from one
of the roots of the tree. He stuck it in his hat-band, and went
to join his wife at the boat.
From the landing-place on the bank were heard the merry
sounds of fiddles, clarinets, and trumpets.
Hansei hastened to the landing-place. The whole village had
congregated there, and with it the full band of music. Tailor
Schneck's son, he who had been one of the cuirassiers at the
christening of the crown prince, had arranged and was now con-
ducting the parting ceremonies. Schneck, who was scraping his
bass-viol, was the first to see Hansei, and called out in the midst
of the music:-
"Long live farmer Hansei and the one he loves best! Hip,
hip, hurrah! "
The early dawn resounded with their cheers. There was a
flourish of trumpets, and the salutes fired from several small
mortars were echoed back from the mountains. The large boat
in which their household furniture, the two cows, and the fowls
were placed, was adorned with wreaths of fir and oak. Wal-
purga was standing in the middle of the boat, and with both
hands held the child aloft, so that it might see the great crowd
of friends and the lake sparkling in the rosy dawn.
"My master's best respects," said one of Grubersepp's serv-
ants, leading a snow-white colt by the halter: "he sends you
this to remember him by. ”
Grubersepp was not present. He disliked noise and crowds.
He was of a solitary and self-contained temperament. Neverthe-
less he sent a present which was not only of intrinsic value, but
was also a most flattering souvenir; for a colt is usually given by
a rich farmer to a younger brother when about to depart.
In
the eyes of all the world-that is to say, the whole village —
Hansei appeared as the younger brother of Grubersepp.
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Little Burgei shouted for joy when she saw them leading the
snow-white foal into the boat. Gruberwaldl, who was but six
years old, stood by the whinnying colt, stroking it and speaking
kindly to it.
"Would you like to go to the farm with me and be my serv-
ant? " asked Hansei of Gruberwaldl.
"Yes, indeed, if you'll take me. "
"See what a boy he is," said Hansei to his wife. "What a
boy! »
Walpurga made no answer, but busied herself with the child.
Hansei shook hands with every one at parting. His hand
trembled, but he did not forget to give a couple of crown thalers
to the musicians.
At last he got into the boat and exclaimed:
"Kind friends! I thank you all. Don't forget us, and we
shan't forget you. Farewell! may God protect you all. "
Walpurga and her mother were in tears.
"And now, in God's name, let us start! ” The chains were
loosened; the boat put off. Music, shouting, singing, and the
firing of cannon resounded while the boat quietly moved away
from the shore. The sun burst forth in all his glory.
The mother sat there, with her hands clasped.
All were
silent. The only sound heard was the neighing of the foal.
Walpurga was the first to break the silence. "O dear Lord!
if people would only show each other half as much love during
life as they do when one dies or moves away. "
The grandmother, who was in the middle of a prayer, shook
her head. She quickly finished her prayer and said:
"That's more than one has the right to ask. It won't do to
go about all day long with your heart in your hand.
But re-
member, I've always told you that the people are good enough
at heart, even if there are a few bad ones among them. "
Hansei bestowed an admiring glance upon his wife, who had
so many different thoughts about almost everything.
He sup-
posed it was caused by her having been away from home.
his heart was full, too, although in a different way.
But
"I can hardly realize," said Hansei, taking a long breath and
putting the pipe, which he had intended to light, back into his
pocket, "what has become of all the years that I spent there and
all that I went through during the time.
road you see there leads to my home.
every hollow. My mother's buried there.
Look, Walpurga! the
I know every hill and
Do you see the pines
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growing on the hill over yonder? That hill was quite bare;
every tree was cut down when the French were here; and see
how fine and hardy the trees are now. I planted most of them
myself. I was a little boy about eleven or twelve years old
when the forester hired me. He had fresh soil brought for the
whole place and covered the rocky spots with moss. In the
spring I worked from six in the morning till seven in the even-
ing, putting in the little plants. My left hand was almost frozen,
for I had to keep putting it into a tub of wet loam, with which
I covered the roots. I was scantily clothed into the bargain, and
had nothing to eat all day long but a piece of bread. In the
morning it was cold enough to freeze the marrow in one's bones,
and at noon I was almost roasted by the hot sun beating on the
rocks. It was a hard life. Yes, I had a hard time of it when
I was young.
Thank God, it hasn't harmed me any. But I
shan't forget it; and let's be right industrious and give all we
can to the poor. I never would have believed that I'd live to
call a single tree or a handful of earth my own; and now that
God has given me so much, let's try and deserve it all. "
Hansei's eyes blinked, as if there was something in them, and
he pulled his hat down over his forehead. Now, while he was
pulling himself up by the roots as it were, he could not help
thinking of how thoroughly he had become engrafted into the
neighborhood by the work of his hands and by habit. He had
felled many a tree, but he knew full well how hard it was to
remove the stumps.
The foal grew restive.
Gruberwaldl, who had come with
them in order to hold it, was not strong enough, and one of the
boatmen was obliged to go to his assistance.
«< Stay with the foal," said Hansei. "I'll take the oar. "
"And I too," cried Walpurga. "Who knows when I'll have
another chance? Ah! how often I've rowed on the lake with
you and my blessed father. "
Hansei and Walpurga sat side by side plying their oars in
perfect time. It did them both good to have some employment
which would enable them to work off the excitement.
"I shall miss the water," said Walpurga; "without the lake,
life'll seem so dull and dry. I felt that, while I was in the city. "
Hansei did not answer.
"At the summer palace there's a pond with swans swimming
about in it," said she, but still received no answer. She looked
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around, and a feeling of anger arose within her. When she said
anything at the palace, it was always listened to.
In a sorrowful tone she added, "It would have been better if
we'd moved in the spring; it would have been much easier to
get used to things. "
"Maybe it would," replied Hansei, at last, "but I've got to
hew wood in the winter. Walpurga, let's make life pleasant to
each other, and not sad. I shall have enough on my shoulders,
and can't have you and your palace thoughts besides. "
Walpurga quickly answered, "I'll throw this ring, which the
Queen gave me, into the lake, to prove that I've stopped thinking
of the palace. "
"There's no need of that. The ring's worth a nice sum, and
besides that it's an honorable keepsake. You must do just as I
do. "
"Yes; only remain strong and true. "
The grandmother suddenly stood up before them. Her feat-
ures were illumined with a strange expression, and she said :-
-
"Children! Hold fast to the good fortune that you have.
You've gone through fire and water together; for it was fire
when you
were surrounded by joy and love and every one
greeted you with kindness-and you passed through the water,
when the wickedness of others stung you to the soul. At that
time the water was up to your neck, and yet you weren't
drowned. Now you've got over it all. And when my last hour
comes, don't weep for me; for through you I've enjoyed all the
happiness a mother's heart can have in this world. "
She knelt down, scooped up some water with her hand, and
sprinkled it over Hansei's and also over Walpurga's face.
They rowed on in silence. The grandmother laid her head
on a roll of bedding and closed her eyes. Her face wore a
strange expression. After a while she opened her eyes again,
and casting a glance full of happiness on her children, she said:
"Sing and be merry. Sing the song that father and I so
often sang together; that one verse, the good one. "
Hansei and Walpurga plied the oars while they sang:-
"Ah, blissful is the tender tie
That binds me, love, to thee;
And swiftly speed the hours by,
When thou art near to me. "
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They repeated the verse again, although at times the joyous
shouting of the child and the neighing of the foal bade fair to
interrupt it.
As they drew near the house, they could hear the neighing
of the white foal.
"That's a good beginning," cried Hansei.
The grandmother placed the child on the ground, and got
her hymn-book out of the chest. Pressing the book against her
breast with both hands, she went into the house, being the first
to enter. Hansei, who was standing near the stable, took a piece
of chalk from his pocket and wrote the letters C. M. B. , and the
date, on the stable door. Then he too went into the house,-
his wife, Irma, and the child following him.
Before going into the sitting-room the grandmother knocked
thrice at the door. When she had entered she placed the open
hymn-book upon the open window-sill, so that the sun might
read in it. There were no tables or chairs in the room.
Hansei shook hands with his wife and said, "God be with
you, freeholder's wife. "
From that moment Walpurga was known as the "freeholder's
wife," and was never called by any other name.
And now they showed Irma her room. The view extended
over meadow and brook and the neighboring forest. She exam-
ined the room. There was naught but a green Dutch oven and
bare walls, and she had brought nothing with her. In her
paternal mansion, and at the castle, there were chairs and tables,
horses and carriages; but here None of these follow the dead.
Irma knelt by the window and gazed out over meadow and
forest, where the sun was now shining.
How was it yesterday-was it only yesterday when you saw
the sun go down?
Her thoughts were confused and indistinct. She pressed her
hand to her forehead; the white handkerchief was still there. A
bird looked up to her from the meadow, and when her glance
rested upon it it flew away into the woods.
"The bird has its nest," said she to herself, "and I-”
Suddenly she drew herself up. Hansei had walked out to the
grass plot in front of Irma's window, removed the slip of the
cherry-tree from his hat, and planted it in the ground.
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The grandmother stood by and said, "I trust that you'll be
alive and hearty long enough to climb this tree and gather
cherries from it, and that your children and grandchildren may
do the same. "
There was much to do and to set to rights in the house, and
on such occasions it usually happens that those who are dearest
to one another are as much in each other's way as closets and
tables which have not yet been placed where they belong. The
best proof of the amiability of these folks was that they assisted
each other cheerfully, and indeed with jest and song.
Walpurga moved her best furniture into Irma's room. Hansei
did not interpose a word. "Aren't you too lonely here? " asked
Walpurga, after she had arranged everything as well as possible
in so short a time.
"Not at all.
There is no place in all the world lonely enough
for me.
You've so much to do now; don't worry about me. I
must now arrange things within myself. I see how good you
and yours are; fate has directed me kindly. "
"Oh, don't talk in that way. If you hadn't given me the
money, how could we have bought the farm? This is really
your own. "
"Don't speak of that," said Irma, with a sudden start. "Never
mention that money to me again. "
Walpurga promised, and merely added that Irma needn't be
alarmed at the old man who lived in the room above hers, and
who at times would talk to himself and make a loud noise. He
was old and blind. The children teased and worried him, but he
wasn't bad and would harm no one. Walpurga offered at all
events to leave Gundel with Irma for the first night; but Irma
preferred to be alone.
"You'll stay with us, won't you? " said Walpurga hesitat-
ingly. "You won't have such bad thoughts again? "
"No, never. But don't talk now: my voice pains me, and
so does yours too. Good-night! leave me alone. "
Irma sat by the window and gazed out into the dark night.
Was it only a day since she had passed through such terrors?
Suddenly she sprang from her seat with a shudder.
She had
seen Black Esther's head rising out of the darkness, had again
heard her dying shriek, had beheld the distorted face and the
wild black tresses. Her hair stood on end. Her thoughts car-
ried her to the bottom of the lake, where she now lay dead.
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She opened the window and inhaled the soft, balmy air. She
sat by the open casement for a long while, and suddenly heard.
some one laughing in the room above her.
"Ha! ha! I won't do you the favor! I won't die! I won't
die! Pooh, pooh! I'll live till I'm a hundred years old, and then
I'll get a new lease of life. "
It was the old pensioner. After a while he continued:-
"I'm not so stupid; I know that it's night now, and the free-
holder and his wife are come. I'll give them lots of trouble.
I'm Jochem. Jochem's my name, and what the people don't
like, I do for spite. Ha ha! I don't use any light, and they
must make me an allowance for that. I'll insist on it, if I have
to go to the King himself about it. "
Irma started when she heard the King mentioned.
"Yes, I'll go to the King, to the King! to the King! " cried
the old man overhead, as if he knew that the word tortured
Irma.
―――
She heard him close the window and move a chair. The old
man went to bed.
Irma looked out into the dark night. Not a star was to be
seen. There was no light anywhere; nothing was heard but the
roaring of the mountain stream and the rustling of the trees.
The night seemed like a dark abyss.
"Are you still awake? " asked a soft voice without.
the grandmother.
It was
"I was once a servant at this farm," said she.
"That was
forty years ago; and now I'm the mother of the freeholder's wife,
and almost the head one on the farm. But I keep thinking of
you all the time. I keep trying to think how it is in your heart.
I've something to tell you. Come out again. I'll take you where
it'll do you good to be. Come! "
Irma went out into the dark night with the old woman. How
different this guide from the one she had had the day before!
The old woman led her to the fountain. She had brought a
cup with her and gave it to Irma. "Come, drink; good cold
water's the best. Water comforts the body; it cools and quiets.
us; it's like bathing one's soul. I know what sorrow is too.
One's insides burn as if they were afire. "
Irma drank some of the water of the mountain spring. It
seemed like a healing dew, whose influence was diffused through
her whole frame.
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The grandmother led her back to her room and said, "You've
still got the shirt on that you wore at the palace. You'll never
stop thinking of that place till you've burned that shirt. "
The old woman would listen to no denial, and Irma was as
docile as a little child. The grandmother hurried to get a coarse
shirt for her, and after Irma had put it on, brought wood and a
light and burnt the other at the open fire. Irma was also obliged
to cut off her long nails and throw them into the fire. Then
Beate disappeared for a few moments, and returned with Irma's
riding-habit. "You must have been shot; for there are balls in
this," said she, spreading out the long blue habit.
A smile passed over Irma's face, as she felt the balls that had
been sewed into the lower part of the habit, so that it might
hang more gracefully. Beate had also brought something very
useful, a deerskin.
"He
"Hansei sends you this," said she.
thinks that maybe you're used to having something soft for your
feet to rest on. He shot the deer himself. "
-
Irma appreciated the kindness of the man who could show
such affection to one who was both a stranger and a mystery to
him.
The grandmother remained at Irma's bedside until she fell
Then she breathed thrice on the sleeper and left the
asleep.
room.
It was late at night when Irma awoke.
"To the King! to the King! to the King! " The words had
been uttered thrice in a loud voice. Was it hers, or that of the
man overhead? Irma pressed her hand to her forehead and felt
the bandage. Was it sea-grass that had gathered there? Was
she lying alive at the bottom of the lake? Gradually all that
had happened became clear to her.
Alone, in the dark and silent night, she wept. And these
were the first tears she had shed since the terrible events
through which she had passed.
It was evening when Irma awoke. She put her hand to her
forehead. A wet cloth had been bound round it. She had been
sleeping nearly twenty-four hours. The grandmother was sitting
by her bed.
"You've a strong constitution," said the old woman,
that helped you. It's all right now. "
Irma arose.
She felt strong, and guided by the grandmother,
walked over to the dwelling-house.
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"God be praised that you're well again," said Walpurga, who
was standing there with her husband; and Hansei added, "yes,
that's right. "
Irma thanked them, and looked up at the gable of the house.
What words there met her eye?
"Don't you think the house has a good motto written on its
forehead? " asked Hansei.
Irma started. On the gable of the house she read the fol-
lowing inscription:-
EAT AND DRINK: FORGET NOT GOD: THINE HONOR GUARD:
OF ALL THY STORE,
THOU'LT CARRY HENCE
A WINDING-SHEET
AND NOTHING MORE.
Translation of S. A. Stern.
THE COURT PHYSICIAN'S PHILOSOPHY
From On the Heights'
GⓇ
UNTHER Continued, "I am only a physician, who has held
many a hand hot with fever or stiff in death in his own.
The healing art might serve as an illustration.
We help
all who need our help, and do not stop to ask who they are,
whence they come, or whether when restored to health they per-
sist in their evil courses. Our actions are incomplete, fragment-
ary; thought alone is complete and all-embracing. Our deeds
and ourselves are but fragments-the whole is God. "
"I think I grasp your meaning [replied the Queen]. But our
life, as you say, is indeed a mere fraction of life as a whole; and
how is each one to bear up under the portion of suffering that
falls to his individual lot? Can one - I mean it in its best sense
-always be outside of one's self? "
-
"I am well aware, your Majesty, that passions and emotions
cannot be regulated by ideas; for they grow in a different soil,
or, to express myself correctly, move in entirely different spheres.
It is but a few days since I closed the eyes of my old friend
Eberhard. Even he never fully succeeded in subordinating his
temperament to his philosophy; but in his dying hour he rose
beyond the terrible grief that broke his heart-grief for his
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child. He summoned the thoughts of better hours to his aid,—
hours when his perception of the truth had been undimmed by
sorrow or passion,- and he died a noble, peaceful death. Your
Majesty must still live and labor, elevating yourself and others,
at one and the same time. Permit me to remind you of the
moment when, seated under the weeping ash, your heart was
filled with pity for the poor child that from the time it enters
into the world is doubly helpless. Do you still remember how
you refused to rob it of its mother? I appeal to the pure and
genuine impulse of that moment. You were noble and forgiving
then, because you had not yet suffered. You cast no stone at
the fallen; you loved, and therefore you forgave. "
"O God! " cried the Queen, "and what has happened to
me? The woman on whose bosom my child rested is the most
abandoned of creatures. I loved her just as if she belonged to
another world-a world of innocence. And now I am satisfied
that she was the go-between, and that her naïveté was a mere
mask concealing an unparalleled hypocrite. I imagined that
truth and purity still dwelt in the simple rustic world-but
everything is perverted and corrupt. The world of simplicity is
base; aye, far worse than that of corruption! "
"I am not arguing about individuals. I think you mistaken
in regard to Walpurga; but admitting that you are right, of this
at least we can be sure: morality does not depend upon so-called
education or ignorance, belief or unbelief. The heart and mind.
which have regained purity and steadfastness alone possess true
knowledge. Extend your view beyond details and take in the
whole that alone can comfort and reconcile you. "
"I see where you are, but I cannot get up there. I can't
always be looking through your telescope that shows naught but
blue sky. I am too weak. I know what you mean; you say in
effect, Rise above these few people, above this span of space
known as a kingdom: compared with the universe, they are but
as so many blades of grass or a mere clod of earth. › »
Gunther nodded a pleased assent: but the Queen, in a sad
voice, added:-
"Yes, but this space and these people constitute my world.
Is purity merely imaginary? If it be not about us, where can it
be found? "
――――
"Within ourselves," replied Gunther.
it is everywhere; if not, it is nowhere.
"If dwell within us,
He who asks for more
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has not yet passed the threshold. His heart is not yet what it
should be. True love for the things of this earth, and for God,
the final cause of all, does not ask for love in return. We love
the divine spark that dwells in creatures themselves unconscious
of it: creatures who are wretched, debased, and as the church
has it, unredeemed. My Master taught me that the purest joys
arise from this love of God or of eternally pure nature. I made
this truth my own, and you can and ought to do likewise. This
park is yours; but the birds that dwell in it, the air, the light,
its beauty, are not yours alone, but are shared with you by all.
So long as the world is ours, in the vulgar sense of the word,
we may love it; but when we have made it our own, in a purer
and better sense, no one can take it from us. The great thing
is to be strong and to know that hatred is death, that love
alone is life, and that the amount of love that we possess is the
measure of the life and the divinity that dwells within us. "
Gunther rose and was about to withdraw. He feared lest
excessive thought might over-agitate the Queen, who, however,
motioned him to remain. He sat down again.
"You cannot imagine—” said the Queen after a long pause,
"—but that is one of the cant phrases that we have learned by
heart. I mean just the reverse of what I have said.
You can
imagine the change that your words have effected in me. "
"I can conceive it. "
sure
"Let me ask a few more questions. I believe-nay, I am
that on the height you occupy, and toward which you
would fain lead me, there dwells eternal peace. But it seems so
cold and lonely up there. I am oppressed with a sense of fear,
just as if I were in a balloon ascending into a rarer atmosphere,
while more and more ballast was ever being thrown out. I don't
know how to make my meaning clear to you. I don't understand
how to keep up affectionate relations with those about me, and
yet regard them from a distance, as it were,-looking upon their
deeds as the mere action and reaction of natural forces.
It seems
to me as if, at that height, every sound and every image must
vanish into thin air. "
――
"Certainly, your Majesty. There is a realm of thought in
which hearing and sight do not exist, where there is pure thought
and nothing more. "
"But are not the thoughts that there abound projected from
the realm of death into that of life, and is that any better than
monastic self-mortification? »
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"It is just the contrary. They praise death, or at all events
extol it, because after it life is to begin. I am no one of those
who deny a future life. I only say, in the words of my Master,
'Our knowledge is of life and not of death,' and where my
knowledge ceases my thoughts must cease. Our labors, our
love, are all of this life. And because God is in this world
and in all that exist in it, and only in those things, have we to
liberate the divine essence wherever it exists. The law of love
should rule. What the law of nature is in regard to matter, the
moral law is to man. "
"I cannot reconcile myself to your dividing the divine power
into millions of parts. When a stone is crushed, every fragment
still remains a stone; but when a flower is torn to pieces, the
parts are no longer flowers. "
"Let us take your simile as an illustration, although in truth
no example is adequate. The world, the firmament, the creat-
ures that live on the face of the earth, are not divided — they
are one; thought regards them as a whole. Take for instance
the flower. The idea of divinity which it suggests to us, and
the fragrance which ascends from it, are yet part and parcel of
the flower; attributes without which it is impossible for us to
conceive of its existence. The works of all poets, all thinkers,
all heroes, may be likened to streams of fragrance wafted through
time and space.
It is in the flower that they live forever. Al-
though the eternal spirit dwells in the cell of every tree or
flower and in every human heart, it is undivided and in its unity.
fills the world. He whose thoughts dwell in the infinite regards
the world as the mighty corolla from which the thought of God
exhales. "
Translation of S. A. Stern.
IN COUNTESS IRMA'S DIARY
From On the Heights'
Y
ESTERDAY was a year since I lay at the foot of the rock.
I could not write a word. My brain whirled with the
thoughts of that day; but now it is over.
* * *
I don't think I shall write much more. I have now experi
enced all the seasons in my new world.
The circle is complete.
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I know all that
There is nothing new to come from without.
exists about me, or that can happen.
the boat, the chickens were also taken along in a coop, and the
dog was constantly running to and fro.
The hour of parting had come.
The mother uttered a prayer, and then called all of them
into the kitchen. She scooped up some water from the pail and
poured it into the fire, with these words:-"May all that's evil
be thus poured out and extinguished, and let those who light a
fire after us find nothing but health in their home. "
Hansei, Walpurga, and Gundel were each of them obliged
to pour a ladleful of water into the fire, and the grandmother
guided the child's hand while it did the same thing.
After they had all silently performed this ceremony, the
grandmother prayed aloud:
"Take from us, O Lord our God, all heartache and home-
sickness and all trouble, and grant us health and a happy home
where we next kindle our fire. "
She was the first to cross the threshold. She had the child in
her arms and covered its eyes with her hands while she called
out to the others:-
"Don't look back when you go out. "
"Just wait a moment," said Hansei to Walpurga when he
found himself alone with her. "Before we cross this threshold
for the last time, I've something to tell you. I must tell it. I
mean to be a righteous man and to keep nothing concealed from
you. I must tell you this, Walpurga. While you were away
and Black Esther lived up yonder, I once came very near being
wicked- and unfaithful—thank God, I wasn't. But it torments
me to think that I ever wanted to be bad;
forgive me and God will forgive me, too.
and now, Walpurga,
Now I've told you,
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and have nothing more to tell. If I were to appear before God
this moment, I'd know of nothing more. "
Walpurga embraced him, and sobbing, said, "You're my dear
good husband! " and they crossed the threshold for the last time.
When they reached the garden, Hansei paused, looked up at
the cherry-tree, and said: -
"And so you remain here. Won't you come with us? We've
always been good friends, and spent many an hour together.
But wait! I'll take you with me, after all," cried he, joyfully,
"and I'll plant you in my new home. "
He carefully dug out a shoot that was sprouting up from one
of the roots of the tree. He stuck it in his hat-band, and went
to join his wife at the boat.
From the landing-place on the bank were heard the merry
sounds of fiddles, clarinets, and trumpets.
Hansei hastened to the landing-place. The whole village had
congregated there, and with it the full band of music. Tailor
Schneck's son, he who had been one of the cuirassiers at the
christening of the crown prince, had arranged and was now con-
ducting the parting ceremonies. Schneck, who was scraping his
bass-viol, was the first to see Hansei, and called out in the midst
of the music:-
"Long live farmer Hansei and the one he loves best! Hip,
hip, hurrah! "
The early dawn resounded with their cheers. There was a
flourish of trumpets, and the salutes fired from several small
mortars were echoed back from the mountains. The large boat
in which their household furniture, the two cows, and the fowls
were placed, was adorned with wreaths of fir and oak. Wal-
purga was standing in the middle of the boat, and with both
hands held the child aloft, so that it might see the great crowd
of friends and the lake sparkling in the rosy dawn.
"My master's best respects," said one of Grubersepp's serv-
ants, leading a snow-white colt by the halter: "he sends you
this to remember him by. ”
Grubersepp was not present. He disliked noise and crowds.
He was of a solitary and self-contained temperament. Neverthe-
less he sent a present which was not only of intrinsic value, but
was also a most flattering souvenir; for a colt is usually given by
a rich farmer to a younger brother when about to depart.
In
the eyes of all the world-that is to say, the whole village —
Hansei appeared as the younger brother of Grubersepp.
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Little Burgei shouted for joy when she saw them leading the
snow-white foal into the boat. Gruberwaldl, who was but six
years old, stood by the whinnying colt, stroking it and speaking
kindly to it.
"Would you like to go to the farm with me and be my serv-
ant? " asked Hansei of Gruberwaldl.
"Yes, indeed, if you'll take me. "
"See what a boy he is," said Hansei to his wife. "What a
boy! »
Walpurga made no answer, but busied herself with the child.
Hansei shook hands with every one at parting. His hand
trembled, but he did not forget to give a couple of crown thalers
to the musicians.
At last he got into the boat and exclaimed:
"Kind friends! I thank you all. Don't forget us, and we
shan't forget you. Farewell! may God protect you all. "
Walpurga and her mother were in tears.
"And now, in God's name, let us start! ” The chains were
loosened; the boat put off. Music, shouting, singing, and the
firing of cannon resounded while the boat quietly moved away
from the shore. The sun burst forth in all his glory.
The mother sat there, with her hands clasped.
All were
silent. The only sound heard was the neighing of the foal.
Walpurga was the first to break the silence. "O dear Lord!
if people would only show each other half as much love during
life as they do when one dies or moves away. "
The grandmother, who was in the middle of a prayer, shook
her head. She quickly finished her prayer and said:
"That's more than one has the right to ask. It won't do to
go about all day long with your heart in your hand.
But re-
member, I've always told you that the people are good enough
at heart, even if there are a few bad ones among them. "
Hansei bestowed an admiring glance upon his wife, who had
so many different thoughts about almost everything.
He sup-
posed it was caused by her having been away from home.
his heart was full, too, although in a different way.
But
"I can hardly realize," said Hansei, taking a long breath and
putting the pipe, which he had intended to light, back into his
pocket, "what has become of all the years that I spent there and
all that I went through during the time.
road you see there leads to my home.
every hollow. My mother's buried there.
Look, Walpurga! the
I know every hill and
Do you see the pines
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growing on the hill over yonder? That hill was quite bare;
every tree was cut down when the French were here; and see
how fine and hardy the trees are now. I planted most of them
myself. I was a little boy about eleven or twelve years old
when the forester hired me. He had fresh soil brought for the
whole place and covered the rocky spots with moss. In the
spring I worked from six in the morning till seven in the even-
ing, putting in the little plants. My left hand was almost frozen,
for I had to keep putting it into a tub of wet loam, with which
I covered the roots. I was scantily clothed into the bargain, and
had nothing to eat all day long but a piece of bread. In the
morning it was cold enough to freeze the marrow in one's bones,
and at noon I was almost roasted by the hot sun beating on the
rocks. It was a hard life. Yes, I had a hard time of it when
I was young.
Thank God, it hasn't harmed me any. But I
shan't forget it; and let's be right industrious and give all we
can to the poor. I never would have believed that I'd live to
call a single tree or a handful of earth my own; and now that
God has given me so much, let's try and deserve it all. "
Hansei's eyes blinked, as if there was something in them, and
he pulled his hat down over his forehead. Now, while he was
pulling himself up by the roots as it were, he could not help
thinking of how thoroughly he had become engrafted into the
neighborhood by the work of his hands and by habit. He had
felled many a tree, but he knew full well how hard it was to
remove the stumps.
The foal grew restive.
Gruberwaldl, who had come with
them in order to hold it, was not strong enough, and one of the
boatmen was obliged to go to his assistance.
«< Stay with the foal," said Hansei. "I'll take the oar. "
"And I too," cried Walpurga. "Who knows when I'll have
another chance? Ah! how often I've rowed on the lake with
you and my blessed father. "
Hansei and Walpurga sat side by side plying their oars in
perfect time. It did them both good to have some employment
which would enable them to work off the excitement.
"I shall miss the water," said Walpurga; "without the lake,
life'll seem so dull and dry. I felt that, while I was in the city. "
Hansei did not answer.
"At the summer palace there's a pond with swans swimming
about in it," said she, but still received no answer. She looked
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around, and a feeling of anger arose within her. When she said
anything at the palace, it was always listened to.
In a sorrowful tone she added, "It would have been better if
we'd moved in the spring; it would have been much easier to
get used to things. "
"Maybe it would," replied Hansei, at last, "but I've got to
hew wood in the winter. Walpurga, let's make life pleasant to
each other, and not sad. I shall have enough on my shoulders,
and can't have you and your palace thoughts besides. "
Walpurga quickly answered, "I'll throw this ring, which the
Queen gave me, into the lake, to prove that I've stopped thinking
of the palace. "
"There's no need of that. The ring's worth a nice sum, and
besides that it's an honorable keepsake. You must do just as I
do. "
"Yes; only remain strong and true. "
The grandmother suddenly stood up before them. Her feat-
ures were illumined with a strange expression, and she said :-
-
"Children! Hold fast to the good fortune that you have.
You've gone through fire and water together; for it was fire
when you
were surrounded by joy and love and every one
greeted you with kindness-and you passed through the water,
when the wickedness of others stung you to the soul. At that
time the water was up to your neck, and yet you weren't
drowned. Now you've got over it all. And when my last hour
comes, don't weep for me; for through you I've enjoyed all the
happiness a mother's heart can have in this world. "
She knelt down, scooped up some water with her hand, and
sprinkled it over Hansei's and also over Walpurga's face.
They rowed on in silence. The grandmother laid her head
on a roll of bedding and closed her eyes. Her face wore a
strange expression. After a while she opened her eyes again,
and casting a glance full of happiness on her children, she said:
"Sing and be merry. Sing the song that father and I so
often sang together; that one verse, the good one. "
Hansei and Walpurga plied the oars while they sang:-
"Ah, blissful is the tender tie
That binds me, love, to thee;
And swiftly speed the hours by,
When thou art near to me. "
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They repeated the verse again, although at times the joyous
shouting of the child and the neighing of the foal bade fair to
interrupt it.
As they drew near the house, they could hear the neighing
of the white foal.
"That's a good beginning," cried Hansei.
The grandmother placed the child on the ground, and got
her hymn-book out of the chest. Pressing the book against her
breast with both hands, she went into the house, being the first
to enter. Hansei, who was standing near the stable, took a piece
of chalk from his pocket and wrote the letters C. M. B. , and the
date, on the stable door. Then he too went into the house,-
his wife, Irma, and the child following him.
Before going into the sitting-room the grandmother knocked
thrice at the door. When she had entered she placed the open
hymn-book upon the open window-sill, so that the sun might
read in it. There were no tables or chairs in the room.
Hansei shook hands with his wife and said, "God be with
you, freeholder's wife. "
From that moment Walpurga was known as the "freeholder's
wife," and was never called by any other name.
And now they showed Irma her room. The view extended
over meadow and brook and the neighboring forest. She exam-
ined the room. There was naught but a green Dutch oven and
bare walls, and she had brought nothing with her. In her
paternal mansion, and at the castle, there were chairs and tables,
horses and carriages; but here None of these follow the dead.
Irma knelt by the window and gazed out over meadow and
forest, where the sun was now shining.
How was it yesterday-was it only yesterday when you saw
the sun go down?
Her thoughts were confused and indistinct. She pressed her
hand to her forehead; the white handkerchief was still there. A
bird looked up to her from the meadow, and when her glance
rested upon it it flew away into the woods.
"The bird has its nest," said she to herself, "and I-”
Suddenly she drew herself up. Hansei had walked out to the
grass plot in front of Irma's window, removed the slip of the
cherry-tree from his hat, and planted it in the ground.
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The grandmother stood by and said, "I trust that you'll be
alive and hearty long enough to climb this tree and gather
cherries from it, and that your children and grandchildren may
do the same. "
There was much to do and to set to rights in the house, and
on such occasions it usually happens that those who are dearest
to one another are as much in each other's way as closets and
tables which have not yet been placed where they belong. The
best proof of the amiability of these folks was that they assisted
each other cheerfully, and indeed with jest and song.
Walpurga moved her best furniture into Irma's room. Hansei
did not interpose a word. "Aren't you too lonely here? " asked
Walpurga, after she had arranged everything as well as possible
in so short a time.
"Not at all.
There is no place in all the world lonely enough
for me.
You've so much to do now; don't worry about me. I
must now arrange things within myself. I see how good you
and yours are; fate has directed me kindly. "
"Oh, don't talk in that way. If you hadn't given me the
money, how could we have bought the farm? This is really
your own. "
"Don't speak of that," said Irma, with a sudden start. "Never
mention that money to me again. "
Walpurga promised, and merely added that Irma needn't be
alarmed at the old man who lived in the room above hers, and
who at times would talk to himself and make a loud noise. He
was old and blind. The children teased and worried him, but he
wasn't bad and would harm no one. Walpurga offered at all
events to leave Gundel with Irma for the first night; but Irma
preferred to be alone.
"You'll stay with us, won't you? " said Walpurga hesitat-
ingly. "You won't have such bad thoughts again? "
"No, never. But don't talk now: my voice pains me, and
so does yours too. Good-night! leave me alone. "
Irma sat by the window and gazed out into the dark night.
Was it only a day since she had passed through such terrors?
Suddenly she sprang from her seat with a shudder.
She had
seen Black Esther's head rising out of the darkness, had again
heard her dying shriek, had beheld the distorted face and the
wild black tresses. Her hair stood on end. Her thoughts car-
ried her to the bottom of the lake, where she now lay dead.
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She opened the window and inhaled the soft, balmy air. She
sat by the open casement for a long while, and suddenly heard.
some one laughing in the room above her.
"Ha! ha! I won't do you the favor! I won't die! I won't
die! Pooh, pooh! I'll live till I'm a hundred years old, and then
I'll get a new lease of life. "
It was the old pensioner. After a while he continued:-
"I'm not so stupid; I know that it's night now, and the free-
holder and his wife are come. I'll give them lots of trouble.
I'm Jochem. Jochem's my name, and what the people don't
like, I do for spite. Ha ha! I don't use any light, and they
must make me an allowance for that. I'll insist on it, if I have
to go to the King himself about it. "
Irma started when she heard the King mentioned.
"Yes, I'll go to the King, to the King! to the King! " cried
the old man overhead, as if he knew that the word tortured
Irma.
―――
She heard him close the window and move a chair. The old
man went to bed.
Irma looked out into the dark night. Not a star was to be
seen. There was no light anywhere; nothing was heard but the
roaring of the mountain stream and the rustling of the trees.
The night seemed like a dark abyss.
"Are you still awake? " asked a soft voice without.
the grandmother.
It was
"I was once a servant at this farm," said she.
"That was
forty years ago; and now I'm the mother of the freeholder's wife,
and almost the head one on the farm. But I keep thinking of
you all the time. I keep trying to think how it is in your heart.
I've something to tell you. Come out again. I'll take you where
it'll do you good to be. Come! "
Irma went out into the dark night with the old woman. How
different this guide from the one she had had the day before!
The old woman led her to the fountain. She had brought a
cup with her and gave it to Irma. "Come, drink; good cold
water's the best. Water comforts the body; it cools and quiets.
us; it's like bathing one's soul. I know what sorrow is too.
One's insides burn as if they were afire. "
Irma drank some of the water of the mountain spring. It
seemed like a healing dew, whose influence was diffused through
her whole frame.
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The grandmother led her back to her room and said, "You've
still got the shirt on that you wore at the palace. You'll never
stop thinking of that place till you've burned that shirt. "
The old woman would listen to no denial, and Irma was as
docile as a little child. The grandmother hurried to get a coarse
shirt for her, and after Irma had put it on, brought wood and a
light and burnt the other at the open fire. Irma was also obliged
to cut off her long nails and throw them into the fire. Then
Beate disappeared for a few moments, and returned with Irma's
riding-habit. "You must have been shot; for there are balls in
this," said she, spreading out the long blue habit.
A smile passed over Irma's face, as she felt the balls that had
been sewed into the lower part of the habit, so that it might
hang more gracefully. Beate had also brought something very
useful, a deerskin.
"He
"Hansei sends you this," said she.
thinks that maybe you're used to having something soft for your
feet to rest on. He shot the deer himself. "
-
Irma appreciated the kindness of the man who could show
such affection to one who was both a stranger and a mystery to
him.
The grandmother remained at Irma's bedside until she fell
Then she breathed thrice on the sleeper and left the
asleep.
room.
It was late at night when Irma awoke.
"To the King! to the King! to the King! " The words had
been uttered thrice in a loud voice. Was it hers, or that of the
man overhead? Irma pressed her hand to her forehead and felt
the bandage. Was it sea-grass that had gathered there? Was
she lying alive at the bottom of the lake? Gradually all that
had happened became clear to her.
Alone, in the dark and silent night, she wept. And these
were the first tears she had shed since the terrible events
through which she had passed.
It was evening when Irma awoke. She put her hand to her
forehead. A wet cloth had been bound round it. She had been
sleeping nearly twenty-four hours. The grandmother was sitting
by her bed.
"You've a strong constitution," said the old woman,
that helped you. It's all right now. "
Irma arose.
She felt strong, and guided by the grandmother,
walked over to the dwelling-house.
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"God be praised that you're well again," said Walpurga, who
was standing there with her husband; and Hansei added, "yes,
that's right. "
Irma thanked them, and looked up at the gable of the house.
What words there met her eye?
"Don't you think the house has a good motto written on its
forehead? " asked Hansei.
Irma started. On the gable of the house she read the fol-
lowing inscription:-
EAT AND DRINK: FORGET NOT GOD: THINE HONOR GUARD:
OF ALL THY STORE,
THOU'LT CARRY HENCE
A WINDING-SHEET
AND NOTHING MORE.
Translation of S. A. Stern.
THE COURT PHYSICIAN'S PHILOSOPHY
From On the Heights'
GⓇ
UNTHER Continued, "I am only a physician, who has held
many a hand hot with fever or stiff in death in his own.
The healing art might serve as an illustration.
We help
all who need our help, and do not stop to ask who they are,
whence they come, or whether when restored to health they per-
sist in their evil courses. Our actions are incomplete, fragment-
ary; thought alone is complete and all-embracing. Our deeds
and ourselves are but fragments-the whole is God. "
"I think I grasp your meaning [replied the Queen]. But our
life, as you say, is indeed a mere fraction of life as a whole; and
how is each one to bear up under the portion of suffering that
falls to his individual lot? Can one - I mean it in its best sense
-always be outside of one's self? "
-
"I am well aware, your Majesty, that passions and emotions
cannot be regulated by ideas; for they grow in a different soil,
or, to express myself correctly, move in entirely different spheres.
It is but a few days since I closed the eyes of my old friend
Eberhard. Even he never fully succeeded in subordinating his
temperament to his philosophy; but in his dying hour he rose
beyond the terrible grief that broke his heart-grief for his
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child. He summoned the thoughts of better hours to his aid,—
hours when his perception of the truth had been undimmed by
sorrow or passion,- and he died a noble, peaceful death. Your
Majesty must still live and labor, elevating yourself and others,
at one and the same time. Permit me to remind you of the
moment when, seated under the weeping ash, your heart was
filled with pity for the poor child that from the time it enters
into the world is doubly helpless. Do you still remember how
you refused to rob it of its mother? I appeal to the pure and
genuine impulse of that moment. You were noble and forgiving
then, because you had not yet suffered. You cast no stone at
the fallen; you loved, and therefore you forgave. "
"O God! " cried the Queen, "and what has happened to
me? The woman on whose bosom my child rested is the most
abandoned of creatures. I loved her just as if she belonged to
another world-a world of innocence. And now I am satisfied
that she was the go-between, and that her naïveté was a mere
mask concealing an unparalleled hypocrite. I imagined that
truth and purity still dwelt in the simple rustic world-but
everything is perverted and corrupt. The world of simplicity is
base; aye, far worse than that of corruption! "
"I am not arguing about individuals. I think you mistaken
in regard to Walpurga; but admitting that you are right, of this
at least we can be sure: morality does not depend upon so-called
education or ignorance, belief or unbelief. The heart and mind.
which have regained purity and steadfastness alone possess true
knowledge. Extend your view beyond details and take in the
whole that alone can comfort and reconcile you. "
"I see where you are, but I cannot get up there. I can't
always be looking through your telescope that shows naught but
blue sky. I am too weak. I know what you mean; you say in
effect, Rise above these few people, above this span of space
known as a kingdom: compared with the universe, they are but
as so many blades of grass or a mere clod of earth. › »
Gunther nodded a pleased assent: but the Queen, in a sad
voice, added:-
"Yes, but this space and these people constitute my world.
Is purity merely imaginary? If it be not about us, where can it
be found? "
――――
"Within ourselves," replied Gunther.
it is everywhere; if not, it is nowhere.
"If dwell within us,
He who asks for more
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has not yet passed the threshold. His heart is not yet what it
should be. True love for the things of this earth, and for God,
the final cause of all, does not ask for love in return. We love
the divine spark that dwells in creatures themselves unconscious
of it: creatures who are wretched, debased, and as the church
has it, unredeemed. My Master taught me that the purest joys
arise from this love of God or of eternally pure nature. I made
this truth my own, and you can and ought to do likewise. This
park is yours; but the birds that dwell in it, the air, the light,
its beauty, are not yours alone, but are shared with you by all.
So long as the world is ours, in the vulgar sense of the word,
we may love it; but when we have made it our own, in a purer
and better sense, no one can take it from us. The great thing
is to be strong and to know that hatred is death, that love
alone is life, and that the amount of love that we possess is the
measure of the life and the divinity that dwells within us. "
Gunther rose and was about to withdraw. He feared lest
excessive thought might over-agitate the Queen, who, however,
motioned him to remain. He sat down again.
"You cannot imagine—” said the Queen after a long pause,
"—but that is one of the cant phrases that we have learned by
heart. I mean just the reverse of what I have said.
You can
imagine the change that your words have effected in me. "
"I can conceive it. "
sure
"Let me ask a few more questions. I believe-nay, I am
that on the height you occupy, and toward which you
would fain lead me, there dwells eternal peace. But it seems so
cold and lonely up there. I am oppressed with a sense of fear,
just as if I were in a balloon ascending into a rarer atmosphere,
while more and more ballast was ever being thrown out. I don't
know how to make my meaning clear to you. I don't understand
how to keep up affectionate relations with those about me, and
yet regard them from a distance, as it were,-looking upon their
deeds as the mere action and reaction of natural forces.
It seems
to me as if, at that height, every sound and every image must
vanish into thin air. "
――
"Certainly, your Majesty. There is a realm of thought in
which hearing and sight do not exist, where there is pure thought
and nothing more. "
"But are not the thoughts that there abound projected from
the realm of death into that of life, and is that any better than
monastic self-mortification? »
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"It is just the contrary. They praise death, or at all events
extol it, because after it life is to begin. I am no one of those
who deny a future life. I only say, in the words of my Master,
'Our knowledge is of life and not of death,' and where my
knowledge ceases my thoughts must cease. Our labors, our
love, are all of this life. And because God is in this world
and in all that exist in it, and only in those things, have we to
liberate the divine essence wherever it exists. The law of love
should rule. What the law of nature is in regard to matter, the
moral law is to man. "
"I cannot reconcile myself to your dividing the divine power
into millions of parts. When a stone is crushed, every fragment
still remains a stone; but when a flower is torn to pieces, the
parts are no longer flowers. "
"Let us take your simile as an illustration, although in truth
no example is adequate. The world, the firmament, the creat-
ures that live on the face of the earth, are not divided — they
are one; thought regards them as a whole. Take for instance
the flower. The idea of divinity which it suggests to us, and
the fragrance which ascends from it, are yet part and parcel of
the flower; attributes without which it is impossible for us to
conceive of its existence. The works of all poets, all thinkers,
all heroes, may be likened to streams of fragrance wafted through
time and space.
It is in the flower that they live forever. Al-
though the eternal spirit dwells in the cell of every tree or
flower and in every human heart, it is undivided and in its unity.
fills the world. He whose thoughts dwell in the infinite regards
the world as the mighty corolla from which the thought of God
exhales. "
Translation of S. A. Stern.
IN COUNTESS IRMA'S DIARY
From On the Heights'
Y
ESTERDAY was a year since I lay at the foot of the rock.
I could not write a word. My brain whirled with the
thoughts of that day; but now it is over.
* * *
I don't think I shall write much more. I have now experi
enced all the seasons in my new world.
The circle is complete.
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BERTHOLD AUERBACH
991
I know all that
There is nothing new to come from without.
exists about me, or that can happen.
