No More Learning

A position in part more independent, in part more mediatory,
is assumed by Herren von Schrenk, von Bothmer, von Bülow,
von Marschall, and by the representatives of the Free Cities;
and yet in the attitude of these envoys also, Austrian influences
are not infrequently noticeable.


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FROM A SPEECH ON THE MILITARY BILL
IN THE GERMAN IMPERIAL DIET, FEBRUARY 6TH, 1888
1955
HEN I say that we must constantly endeavor to be equal to
WHEN all contingencies, I mean by that to claim that we must
make greater exertions than other powers in order to
attain the same result, because of our geographical position. We
are situated in the middle of Europe. We have at least three
fronts of attack. France has only its eastern frontier, Russia
only its western frontier, on which it can be attacked.
We are,
moreover, in consequence of the whole development of the
world's history, in consequence of our geographical position, and
perhaps in consequence of the slighter degree of internal cohes-
ion which the German nation as compared with others has thus
far possessed, more exposed than any other people to the risk
of a coalition. God has placed us in a situation in which we
are prevented by our neighbors from sinking into any sort of
indolence or stagnation. He has set at our side the most war-
like and the most restless of nations, the French; and he has
permitted warlike inclinations, which in former centuries existed
in no such degree, to grow strong in Russia.
Thus we get a
certain amount of spurring on both sides, and are forced into
exertions which otherwise perhaps we should not make. The
pikes in the European carp-pond prevent us from becoming carps,
by letting us feel their prickles on both our flanks; they con-
strain us to exertions which perhaps we should not voluntarily
make; they constrain us Germans also to a harmony among our-
selves that is repugnant to our inmost nature: but for them, our
tendency would rather be to separate. But the Franco-Russian
press in which we are caught forces us to hold together, and by
its pressure it will greatly increase our capacity for cohesion, so
that we shall reach in the end that state of inseparableness
which characterizes nearly all other nations, and which we still
lack. But we must adapt ourselves to this decree of Providence
by making ourselves so strong that the pikes can do no more
than enliven us.
The bill gives us an increase in troops trained to arms -a
possible increase: if we do not need it, we need not call for it;
we can leave it at home. But if we have this increase at our
disposal, and if we have the weapons for it,
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new law constitutes a reinforcement of the guarantees of peace,
a reinforcement of the league of peace, that is precisely as strong
as if a fourth great power with an army of 700,000 men and
this was formerly the greatest strength that existed-had joined
the alliance. This powerful reinforcement will also, I believe,
have a quieting effect upon our own countrymen, and lessen in
some degree the nervousness of our public opinion, our stock-
market, and our press. I hope it will act upon them as a sed-
ative when they clearly comprehend that from the moment at
which this law is signed and published the men are there. The
armament too may be said to be ready, in the shape of what is
absolutely necessary: but we must procure a better, for if we
form an army of triarians of the best human material that we
have,― of the men above thirty, the husbands and fathers,— we
must have for them the best weapons there are. We must not
send them into the fight with an outfit that we do not regard as
good enough for our young troops of the line.
The solid men,
the heads of families, these stalwart figures that we can still
remember from the time that they held the bridge of Versailles,
- these men must have the best rifles on their shoulders, the
completest armament, and the amplest clothing to protect them
from wind and weather. We ought not to economize there. -
But I hope it will tranquilize our fellow-citizens, if they are
really thinking of the contingency (which I do not expect to
occur) of our being attacked simultaneously on two sides,- of
course, as I have pointed out in reviewing the events of the last
forty years, there is always the possibility of any sort of coali-
tion, I hope it will tranquillize them to remember that if this
happens, we can have a million good soldiers to defend each
of our frontiers. At the same time we can keep in the rear
reserves of half a million and more, of a million even, and we
can push these forward as they are needed. I have been told,
"That will only result in the others going still higher. ” But
they cannot. They have long ago reached their limits.
In numbers they have gone as high as we, but in quality they
cannot compete with us. Bravery, of course, is equal among all
civilized nations; the Russian and the Frenchman fight as bravely
as the German: but our men, our 700,000 new men, have seen
service; they are soldiers who have served their time, and who
have not yet forgotten their training. Besides and this is a
point in which no people in the world can compete with us
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we have the material for officers and under-officers to command
this enormous army. It is here that competition is excluded,
because it involves a peculiarly broad extension of popular cult-
ure, such as exists in Germany and in no other country.
If we
There is a further advantage that will result from the adop-
tion of this law: the very strength at which we are aiming
necessarily makes us peaceful. That sounds paradoxical, but it
is true. With the powerful machine which we are making of
the German army no aggression will be attempted.
If I saw
fit-assuming a different situation to exist from that which in
my conviction does exist to come before you here to-day and
say to you, "We are seriously menaced by France and Russia;
the prospect is that we shall be attacked: such at least is my
conviction, as a diplomatist, on the basis of the military informa-
tion that we have received; is to our advantage to defend
ourselves by anticipating the attack, and to strike at once; an
offensive war is a better one for us to wage, and I accordingly
ask the Imperial Diet for a credit of a milliard or half a mill-
iard, in order to undertake to-day the war against our two
neighbors,”—well, gentlemen, I do not know whether you would
have such confidence in me as to grant such a request.
I hope
not. But if you did, it would not be enough for me.
in Germany desire to wage a war with the full effect of our
national power, it must be a war with which all who help to
wage it, and all who make sacrifices for it with which, in a
word, all the nation-must be in sympathy. It must be a people's
war; it must be a war that is carried on with the same enthu-
siasm as that of 1870, when we were wickedly attacked.
I re-
member still the joyful shouts that rang in our ears at the
Cologne station; it was the same thing from Berlin to Cologne;
it was the same thing here in Berlin. The waves of popular
approval bore us into the war, whether we liked it or not. So
it must be, if a national force like ours is to be brought fully
into operation. It will be very difficult, however, to make it
clear to the provinces, to the federal states and to their people,
that a war is inevitable, that it must come. It will be asked:
"Are you so sure of it? Who knows? " If we finally come to
the point of making the attack, all the weight of the impon-
derables, which weigh much more than the material weights,
will be on the side of our antagonist whom we have attacked.
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The same
France will glisten with weapons to the Pyrenees.
thing, will happen everywhere. A war into which we are not
borne by the will of the people—such a war will of course be
carried on, if in the last instance the established authorities con-
sider and have declared it to be necessary. It will be carried
on with energy and perhaps victoriously, as soon as the men
come under fire and have seen blood; but there will not be back
of it, from the start, the same dash and heat as in a
which we are attacked.
war in
I do not believe-to sum up-that any disturbance of the
peace is in immediate prospect; and I ask you to deal with the
law that lies before you, independently of any such idea or
apprehension, simply as а means for making the great force
which God has lodged in the German nation completely available
in the event of our needing it. If we do not need it, we shall
not call for it. We seek to avoid the chance of our needing it.
This effort on our part is still, in some degree, impeded by
threatening newspaper articles from foreign countries; and I
wish to address to foreign countries especially the admonition
to discontinue these threats. They lead to nothing. The threat
which we receive, not from the foreign government, but in the
press, is really a piece of incredible stupidity, if you think what
it means -that by a certain combination of words, by a certain
threatening shape given to printer's ink, a great and proud
power like the German Empire is assumed to be capable of
intimidation. This should be discontinued; and then it would
be made easier for us to assume a more conciliatory and obli-
ging attitude toward our two neighbors. Every country is re-
sponsible in the long run, somehow and at some time, for the
windows broken by its press; the bill is presented some day or
other, in the ill-humor of the other country. We can easily be
influenced by love and good-will,- too easily perhaps,- but most
assuredly not by threats. We Germans fear God, but nothing
else in the world; and it is the fear of God that makes us love
and cherish peace.
But whoever, despite this, breaks it, will find
that the warlike patriotism that in 1813, when Prussia was weak,
small, and exhausted by plunder, brought her whole population
under her banners, has to-day become the common heritage of
the whole German nation; and whoever attacks the German
nation will find it united in arms, and in every soldier's heart
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(1832-)
BY WILLIAM M. PAYNE
F THE two great writers who have, more than any others,
made it possible for Norway to share in the comity of intel-
lectual intercourse so characteristic of the modern literary
movement, it must be granted that Björnson is, more distinctly than
Ibsen, the representative of their common nationality.
Both are
figures sufficiently commanding to belong, in a sense, to the literature
of the whole world, and both have had a marked influence upon the
ideals of other peoples than that from which they sprung; but the
wider intellectual scope of Ibsen has been
gained at some sacrifice of the strength
that comes from taking firm root in one's
native soil, and speaking first and foremost
to the hearts of one's fellow-countrymen.
What we may call the cosmopolitan stand-
point of the greater part of his work has
made its author less typically a Norwegian
than Björnson has always remained. It is
not merely that the one writer has chosen
to spend the best years of his life in
countries not his own, while the other has
never long absented himself from the scar-
red and storm-beaten shores of the land,
rich in historic memories and "dreams of the saga-night," that gave
him birth and nurture. Tourguénieff lived apart from his fellow-
countrymen for as many years as Ibsen has done, yet remained a
Russian to the core. It is rather a difference of native intellectual
bent that has left Björnson to stand as the typical representative of
the Norwegian spirit, while the most famous of his contemporaries
has given himself up to the pursuit of abstractions, and has been
swept along by a current of thought resulting from the confluence of
many streams. The intensely national character of Björnson's mani-
fold activity is well illustrated by a remark of Georg Brandes, to
the effect that mention of Björnson's name in the presence of any
gathering of Norwegians is like running up the national flag. And
it seems, on the whole, that the sum total of his literary achieve-
ment must be reckoned the greatest to be set down to the credit
of any one Norwegian since Norway began to develop a literature
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of her own. Far nobler and finer than that of either Wergeland
or Welhaven, the two most conspicuous of his predecessors, this
achievement is challenged by that of Ibsen alone, and even then in
but a single aspect. It is only as dramatists that suspense of judg-
ment between the two men is for a moment admissible; as a poet
the superiority of Björnson is unquestionable, while his rank as the
greatest of Norwegian novelists is altogether beyond dispute.
The chief facts of Björnson's life may be briefly set forth. The
son of a parish priest, he was born December 8th, 1832, at Kvikne.
When the boy was six years of age, his family removed to the Roms-
dal, and a few years later Björnstjerne was sent to school at Molde.
His childhood was thus passed in the midst of the noblest scenery of
Norway, and in regions of the richest legendary association. The
austere sublimity of the Jötunheim - the home of the frost-giants—
first impressed his childish sensibilities, but was soon exchanged for
the more varied and picturesque but hardly less magnificent scenery
of the western fjords. At the age of seventeen the boy was sent to
school in Christiania, and in 1852 entered the University. Instead of
devoting himself to his studies, he wrote a play called 'Valborg,'
which was actually accepted by the management of the Christiania
Theatre. The piece was, however, never printed or even performed;
for the author became so conscious of its imperfections that he with-
drew it from rehearsal. But it gave him the entrée of the playhouse,
a fact which did much to determine the direction of his literary
activities. He left the University with his course uncompleted, and
for two or three years thereafter supported himself by journalism.
In 1857, at the age of twenty-four, his serious literary career began
with the publication of Synnöve Solbakken,' his first novel, and
'Mellem Slagene' (Between the Battles), his first printed dramatic
work. In this year also, upon the invitation of Ole Bull, he went to
Bergen, where he remained for two years as director of the theatre.
In 1860 he secured from the government a traveling stipend, and
spent the greater part of the next two years abroad, mostly in Rome,
busily writing all the time. Returning to Norway, he has since
remained there for the most part, although his winters have fre-
quently been spent in other countries. For a long time he lived
regularly in Paris several months of each year; one winter (1879-80)
he was the guest of the Grand Duke of Meiningen; the following
(1880-81) he spent in the United States, lecturing in many cities.
Since 1874 his Norwegian home has been at Aulestad in the Gausdal,
where he has an estate, and occupies a capacious dwelling — half
farm-house, half villa-whose broad verandas look out upon the
charming open landscape of Southern Norway. For the last twenty
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as in the literary arena, and the recognized leader of the Norwe-
gian republican movement. Numerous kinds of social and religious
controversy have also engaged his attention, and made his life a
stirring one in many ways.
In attempting to classify Björnson's writings for the purpose of
rendering some critical account of the man's work, the first impulse
is to group them into the three divisions of fiction, lyric, and drama.
But the most obvious fact of his long literary life is after all not so
much that he has done great work in all three of these fundamental
forms, as that the whole spirit and method of his work, whatever the
form, underwent a radical transformation about midway in his career.
For the first twenty years of his active life, roughly speaking, he
was an artist pure and simple; during the subsequent twenty years,
also roughly speaking, he has been didactic, controversial, and ten-
dencious. (The last word is good Spanish and German and ought to
be good English. ) For the purpose of the following summary analy-
sis, I have therefore thought it best to make the fundamental group-
ing chronological rather than formal, since the plays and the novels
of the first period have much more in common with one another than
either the plays or the novels of the first period have in common
with the plays or the novels of the second.
Björnson's work in lyrical and other non-dramatic poetry belongs
almost wholly to the first period. It consists mainly of short pieces
scattered through the idyllic tales and saga-plays that nearly make
up the sum of his activity in its purely creative and poetic phase.
Some of these lyrics strike the very highest and purest note of song,
and have secured lasting lodgment on the lips of the people. One of
them, indeed, has become pre-eminently the national song of Nor-
way, and may be heard wherever Norsemen are gathered together
upon festal occasions. It begins in this fashion:
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«Ay, we love this land of ours,
Crowned with mountain domes;
Storm-scarred o'er the sea it towers
With a thousand homes.
Love it, as with love unsated
Those who gave us birth,
While the saga-night, dream-weighted,
Broods upon our earth. »
Another patriotic song, hardly less popular, opens with the following
stanza:-
"There's a land where the snow is eternally king,
To whose valleys alone come the joys of the spring,
Where the sea beats a shore rich with lore of the past,
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The fresh beauty of such songs as these is, however, almost utterly
uncommunicable in another language. Somewhat more amenable to
the translator is the song 'Over de Höje Fjelde' (Over the Lofty
Mountains), which occurs in Arne,' and which is perhaps the best
of Björnson's lyrics. An attempt at a version of this poem will be
found among the illustrative examples appended to the present essay.
The scattered verses of Björnson were collected into a volume of
'Digte og Sange' (Poems and Songs) in 1870, and in the same year
was published Arnljot Gelline,' the author's only long poem not
dramatic in form. This uneven and in passages extraordinarily
beautiful work is a sort of epic in fifteen songs, difficult to read, yet
simple enough in general outline. Arnljot Gelline was a sort of free-
booter of the eleventh century, whose fierce deeds were preserved in
popular tradition. The 'Heimskringla' tells us how, grown weary of
his lawless life, he joined himself to Olaf the Holy, accepted baptism,
and fell at Stiklestad fighting for Christianity and the King. From
this suggestion, the imagination of the poet has worked out a series
of episodes in Arnljot's life, beginning with his capture of the fair
Ingigerd whose father he slew, and who, struggling against her
love, took refuge in a cloister - and ending with the day of the
portentous battle against the heathen. It is all very impressive, and
sometimes very subtle, while occasional sections, such as Ingigerd's
appeal for admission to the cloister, and Arnljot's apostrophe to the
sea, must be reckoned among the finest of Björnson's inspirations.
Since 1870 Björnson has published little verse, although poems of an
occasional character and incidental lyrics have now and then found
their way into print. Lyset' (The Light), a cantata, is the only
recent example of any magnitude.
Björnson first became famous as the delineator of the Norwegian
peasant.
He felt that the peasant is the lineal descendant of the
man of the sagas, and that in him lies the real strength of the
national character. The story of Synnöve Solbakken' (1857) was
quickly followed by Arne' (1858), 'En Glad Gut' (A Happy Boy:
1860), and a number of small pieces in similar vein. They were at
once recognized both at home and abroad as something deeper and
truer of their sort than had hitherto been achieved in the Scandina-
vian countries, and perhaps in Europe. In their former aspect, they
were a reaction from the conventional ideals hitherto dominant in
Danish literature (which had set the pace for most of Björnson's
predecessors); and in their latter and wider aspect they were the
Norwegian expression of the tendency that had produced the Ger-
man and French peasant idyls of Auerbach and George Sand. They
embodied a return to Nature in a spirit that may, with a difference,
be called Wordsworthian. They substituted a real nineteenth-century
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pastoral for the sham pastoral of the eighteenth century. They re-
produced the simple style of the sagas, and reduced life to its prim-
itive elements. The stories of 'Fiskerjenten' (The Fisher Maiden:
1868), and 'Brude Slaaten' (The Bridal March: 1873), belong, on the
whole, with this group; although they are differentiated by a touch
of modernity from which a discerning critic might have prophesied
something of the author's coming development. These stories have
been translated into many languages, and have long been familiar
to English readers. It is worth noting that 'Synnöve Solbakken,'
the first of them all, appeared in English a year after the publica-
tion of the original, in a translation by Mary Howitt. This fact
seems to have escaped the bibliographers; which is not surprising,
since the name of the author was not given upon the title-page, and
the name of the story was metamorphosed into Trust and Trial. '
(
The inspiration of the sagas, strong as it is in these tales, is still
more evident in the series of dramas that run parallel with them.
These include 'Mellem Slagene' (Between the Battles: 1858), Halte
Hulda' (Lame Hulda: 1858), 'Kong Sverre' (1861), 'Sigurd Slembe'
(1862), and 'Sigurd Jorsalfar (Sigurd the Jerusalem-Farer: 1872).
The first two of these pieces are short and comparatively unim-
portant. 'Kong Sverre is a longer and far more ambitious work;
while in Sigurd Slembe,' a trilogy of plays, the saga-phase of
Björnson's genius reached its culmination. This noble work, which
may almost claim to be the greatest work in Norwegian literature, is
based upon the career of a twelfth-century pretender to the throne
of Norway, and the material was found in the 'Heimskringla. ' There
are few more signal illustrations in literature of the power of genius
to transfuse with its own life a bare mediæval chronicle, and to
create from a few meagre suggestions a vital and impressive work
of art. One thinks instinctively, in seeking for some adequate par-
allel, of what Goethe did with the materials of the Faust legend,
or of what Shakespeare did with the indications offered for 'King
Lear and Cymbeline by Holinshed's chronicle-history. And the
two greatest names in modern literature are suggested not only by
this general fact of creative power, but also more specifically by
certain characters in the trilogy. Audhild, the Icelandic maiden
beloved of Sigurd, has more than once been compared with the gra-
cious and pathetic figure of Gretchen; and Earl Harald is one of the
most successful attempts since Shakespeare to incarnate once again
the Hamlet type of character, with its gentleness, its intellectuality,
its tragic irony, and the defect of will which forces it to sink be-
neath the too heavy burden set upon its shoulders by fate. 'Sigurd
Jorsalfar,' the last of the saga-plays, was planned as the second
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Another work in this manner, having for its protagonist the great
national hero, Olaf Trygvason, was also planned and even begun;
but the author's energy flagged, and he felt himself irresistibly
impelled to devote himself to more modern themes dealt with in
a more modern way. But before leaving this phase of Björnson's
work, mention must be made of 'Maria Stuart i Skotland' (1864),
chronologically interjected among the saga-plays, and dealing with
the more definite history of the hapless Queen of Scots in much of
the saga-spirit. Björnson felt that the Scots had inherited no little
of the Norse blood and temper, and believed that the psychology of
his saga-heroes was adequate to account for the group of men whose
fortunes were bound up with those of Mary Stuart in Scotland. He
finds his key to the problem of her career in the fact that she was
by nature incapable of yielding herself up wholly to a man or a
cause, yet was surrounded by men who demanded of her just such
whole-souled allegiance. Bothwell and Knox were pre-eminently men
of this stamp; as were also, in some degree, Darnley and Rizzio.
The theory may seem fanciful, but there is no doubt that Björnson's
treatment of this fascinating subject is one of the strongest it has
ever received, and that his play takes rank with such European
masterpieces as Scott's novel, and Alfieri's tragedy, and Swinburne's
great poetic trilogy.
The late sixties and the early seventies were with Björnson a
period of unrest and transformation. His previous work had been
that of a genius isolated, comparatively speaking, and concentrated.
upon a small part of human life. His frequent journeys abroad and
the wider range of his reading now brought him into the full current
of European thought, and led to a substitution of practical ideals for
those of the visionary. He felt that he must reculer pour mieux sauter,
and for nearly a decade he produced little original work. Yet his
first attempt at a modern problem-play, 'De Nygifte' (The Newly
Married Pair), curiously enough, dates from as far back as 1865.
This work was, however, a mere trifle, and has interest chiefly as a
forerunner of what was to come. It was not until 1874 that Björn-
son became conscious that his new thought was ripe enough to bear
fruit, and that he began with 'Redaktören' (The Editor) the series of
plays dealing with social problems that have been the characteristic
work of his second period. It is interesting to note, for comparison,
the fact that the similar striking transformation of energy in Ibsen's
case dates from 1877, when Samfundet's Stötter' (The Pillars of
Society) was produced, and that this work had, like Björnson's 'Re-
daktören,' a forerunner in 'De Unges Forbund' (The League of
Youth), published in 1869. The list of Björnson's problem-plays —
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both in the Scandinavian countries and in Germany - includes in
addition to 'Redaktören,' seven other pieces. They are: 'En Fallit'
(A Bankruptcy: 1875), Kongen' (The King: 1877), 'Leonarda' (1879),
'Det Ny System' (The New System: 1879), 'En Hanske' (A Glove:
1883), Over Evne' (Beyond the Strength: 1883), and 'Geografi og
Kjærlighed' (Geography and Love: 1885). A sequel to 'Over Evne'
has also recently appeared. The most noteworthy of these works,
considered as acting plays, are 'Redaktören' and 'En Fallit. ' The
one has for its subject the degradation of modern journalism; the
other attacks the low standard of commercial morality prevailing in
modern society. En Hanske' plants itself squarely upon the propo-
sition that the obligations of morality are equally binding upon both
sexes; a problem treated by Ibsen, after a somewhat different
fashion, in Gengangere (Ghosts). This play has occasioned much
heated discussion, for its theme is of the widest interest, besides
being pivotal as regards Björnson's sociological views. Over Evne'
is a curiously wrought and delicate treatment of religious mysticism,
fascinating to read, but not very definite in outcome. 'Kongen' is
probably the most remarkable, all things considered, of this series of
plays, and Björnson told me some years ago that he considered it
the most important of his works. Taking frankly for granted that
monarchy, whether absolute or constitutional, is an outworn institu-
tion, the play discusses the question whether it may not be possible
so to transform the institution as to fit it for a prolongation of exist-
ence. The interest centres about the character of a king who is pro-
foundly convinced that the principle he embodies is an anachronism
or a lie, and who seeks to do away with the whole structure of
convention, and ceremonial, and hypocrisy, that the centuries have
built about the throne and its occupants. But his dearest hopes are
frustrated by the forces of malice, and dull conservatism, and invin-
cible stupidity; the burden proves too heavy for him, the fight too
unequal, and he takes his own life in a moment of despair. The
terrible satirical power of certain scenes in this play would be diffi-
cult to match were our choice to range through the whole literature
of Revolt. Its production brought upon the author a storm of
furious denunciation. He had outraged both throne and altar, and
his sacrilegious hand had not spared things the most sacrosanct.
But a less passionate judgment, while still deprecating something of
the author's violence, will recognize the fact that the core of the
work is a noble idealism in both politics and religion, and will
justify the hot indignation with which the author assails the shams
that in modern society stifle the breath of free and generous souls.
During all these years of writing for the stage Björnson did not,
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he has scored the greatest of his recent triumphs. But the world of
'Synnöve' and 'Arne' is now far behind him. The transition from his
earlier to his later manner as a novelist is marked by two or three
stories delicate in conception but uncertain of utterance, and rela-
tively unimportant. These books are 'Magnhild' (1877), 'Kaptejn
Mansana (1879), and 'Stöv' (Dust: 1882). They were, however, sig-
nificant of a new development of the author's genius, for they were
the precursors of two great novels soon thereafter to follow. 'Det
Flager i Byen og paa Havnen' (Flags are Flying in Town and Har-
bor) appeared in 1884, 'Paa Guds Veje' (In God's Way) was published
in 1889. These books are experiments upon a larger scale than their
author had previously attempted in fiction, and neither of them ex-
hibits the perfect mastery that went to the simpler making of the
early peasant tales. They are somewhat confused and turbulent in
style, and it is evident that their author is groping for adequate
means of handling the unwieldy material brought to his workshop
by so many currents of modern thought. The central theme of 'Det
Flager (in its English translation called, by the way, The Heritage
of the Kurts') is the influence of heredity upon the life of a family
group.
The process of rehabilitation, resulting from the introduction
of a healthy and vigorous strain into a stock weakened by the vices
and passions of several generations, and aided by a scientific system
of education, is carried on before our eyes, and the story of this
process is the substance of the book. Regeneration is not wholly
achieved, but the end leaves us hopeful for the future; and the flags
that fly over town and harbor in the closing chapter have a symbol-
ical significance, for they announce a victory of spirit over sense, not
alone in the case of certain individuals, but also in the case of the
whole community with which they are identified. If this book comes
to be forgotten as a novel (which is not likely), it will have a fair
chance of being remembered, along with 'Levana' and 'Emile,' as a
sort of educational classic. Paa Gud's Veje,' the last great work of
Björnson, is also strongly didactic in tone, yet it attains at its highest
to a tranquillity of which the author seemed for many years to have
lost the secret. The struggle it depicts is that between religious
bigotry and liberalism as they contend for the mastery in a Nor-
wegian town; and the moral is that "God's way" is the way of peo-
ple who order their lives aright and keep their souls sweet and pure,
rather than the way of the Pharisee who pins his faith to observances
and allows the letter of his religion to overshadow the spirit. Not
an unchristian inculcation, surely; yet for it and for similar earlier
utterances Björnson has been held up as Antichrist by the ministers
of a narrow Lutheran orthodoxy, very much as the spokesmen of an
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1967
those of the most ruthless and radical of iconoclasts. But he is a
stout fighter, and attacks of this sort only serve to arouse him to
new energy.
And so he toils manfully on for the enlightenment of
his people, knowing that his cause is the cause of civilization itself—
of a rational social organization, an exalted ethical standard, and a
purified religion.
Since the period when Björnson began to merge the artist in the
thinker and prophet, his work has given a strong impetus to progress
in religious, educational, and political affairs. As regards the first of
these matters, it must be remembered that the sort of intolerance
with which he has had to contend more resembles that of eighteenth-
century New England puritanism than anything we are familiar with
in our own time. As for the second matter, all of his work may in
a sense be called educational, while such a book as 'Det Flager'
shows how closely he has considered the subject of education in its
special and even technical aspects. Finally, as a political thinker, he
has identified himself indissolubly with the movement for the estab-
lishment of an independent Norwegian Republic, although he is not
sanguine of the near realization of this aim. But if time should
justify his prophetic attitude and give birth to a republic in the
north of Europe, however remote may be the event, the name of
Björnson will be remembered as that of one of the founders, although
as the Mazzini rather than as the Cavour of the Norse Risorgimento.
And whatever may be the future of the land that claims him for her
own, his spirit will walk abroad long after he has ceased to live
among men. His large, genial, optimistic personality is of the sort
that cannot fail to stamp itself upon other generations than the one
that actually counts him among its members.
[The following selections are given in translations of my own, excepting
"The Princess,' which was made by Mr. Nathan Haskell Dole, and the last
two, for which I am indebted to the edition of Björnson's novels translated
by Professor Rasmus B. Anderson, and published by Messrs. Houghton,
Mifflin & Co. The extracts from Sigurd Slembe' are taken from my trans-
lation of that work published by the same firm. -W. M. P. ]
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BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON
OVER THE LOFTY MOUNTAINS
(From 'Arne')
FTEN I wonder what there may be
Over the lofty mountains.
Here the snow is all I see,
OFT
Spread at the foot of the dark green tree;
Sadly I often ponder,
Would I were over yonder.
Strong of wing soars the eagle high
Over the lofty mountains;
Glad of the new day, soars to the sky,
Wild in pursuit of his prey doth fly;
Pauses, and, fearless of danger,
Scans the far coasts of the stranger.
The apple-tree, whose thoughts ne'er fly
Over the lofty mountains,
Leaves when the summer days draw nigh,
Patiently waits for the time when high
The birds in its bough shall be swinging,
Yet will know not what they are singing.
He who has yearned so long to go
Over the lofty mountains —
He whose visions and fond hopes grow
Dim, with the years that so restless flow
Knows what the birds are singing,
Glad in the tree-tops swinging.
Why, O bird, dost thou hither fare
Over the lofty mountains?
Surely it must be better there,
Broader the view and freer the air;
Com'st thou these longings to bring me—
These only, and nothing to wing me?
Oh, shall I never, never go
Over the lofty mountains?
Must all my thoughts and wishes so
Held in these walls of ice and snow
Here be imprisoned forever?
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1969
Hence! I will hence! Oh, so far from here,
Over the lofty mountains!
Here 'tis so dull, so unspeakably drear;
Young is my heart and free from fear-
Better the walls to be scaling
Than here in my prison lie wailing.
One day, I know, shall my free soul roam
Over the lofty mountains.
O my God, fair is thy home,
Ajar is the door for all who come;
Guard it for me yet longer,
Till my soul through striving grows stronger.
THE CLOISTER IN THE SOUTH
From Arnljot Gelline'
would enter so late the cloister in ? »
"A maid forlorn from the land of snow. "
"What sorrow is thine, and what thy sin? »
"The deepest sorrow the heart can know.
I have nothing done,
Yet must still endeavor,
Though my strength is none,
To wander ever.
Let me in, to seek for my pain surcease;
I can find no peace. "
"WHO
-
"From what far-off land hast thou taken flight? "
"From the land of the North, a weary way. "
"What stayed thy feet at our gate this night? "
"The chant of the nuns, for I heard them pray,
And the song gave peace
To my soul, and blessed me;
It offered release
From the grief that oppressed me.
Let me in, so if peace to give be thine,
I may make it mine. »
"Name me the grief that thy life hath crossed. "
"Rest may I never, never know. "
"Thy father, thy lover, thou hast then lost ? »
"I lost them both at a single blow,
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BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON
T
And all I held dear
In my deepest affection,
Ay, all that was near
To my heart's recollection.
Let me in, I am failing, I beg, I implore,
I can bear no more. "
"How was it that thou thy father lost? "
"He was slain, and I saw the deed. "
"How was it that thou thy lover lost? "
"My father he slew, and I saw the deed.
I wept so bitterly
When he roughly would woo me,
He at last set me free,
And forbore to pursue me.
Let me in, for the horror my soul doth fill
That I love him still. "
CHORUS OF NUNS WITHIN THE CHURCH
Come child, come bride,
To God's own side.
From grief find rest
On Jesus' breast.
Rest thy burden of sorrow
On Horeb's height;
Like the lark, with to-morrow
Shall thy soul take flight.
Here stilled is all yearning,
No passion returning,
No terror come near thee
Where the Saviour can hear thee!
For He, if in need be
Thy storm-beaten soul,
Though it bruised as a reed be,
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1971
"B
THE PLEA OF KING MAGNUS
From 'Sigurd Slembe>
UT once more let me the heavens see,
When the stars their watch are keeping,"
Young Magnus begged, and fell on his knee;
It was sad to see,
And the women away turned weeping.
"Let me once more the mountains see,
And the blue of the ocean far-reaching,
Only once more, and then let it be! »
And he fell on his knee,
While his friends were for pity beseeching.
"Let me go to the church, that the sacred sight
Of the blood of God may avail me;
That my eyes may bathe in its holy light,
Ere the day take flight,
And my vision forever shall fail me! "
But the sharp steel sped, and the shadows fell,
As the darkness the day o'erpowers.
"Magnus our king, farewell, farewell! "
"So farewell, farewell,
All my friends of so many glad hours. "
Copyrighted by Houghton, Mifflin and Company, Boston.
SIN AND DEATH
From Sigurd Slembe
SIN Day, day,
Spoke together with bated breath;
Marry thee, sister, that I may stay,
Stay, stay,
In thy house, quoth Death.
IN and Death, at break of day,
Death laughed aloud when Sin was wed,
Wed, wed,
And danced on the bridal day;
But bore that night from the bridal bed,
Bed, bed,
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1972
BJÖRNSTJERNE BJORNSON
Death came to her sister at break of day,
Day, day,
And Sin drew a weary breath;
He whom thou lovest is mine for aye,
Aye, aye,
Mine he is, quoth Death.
Copyrighted by Houghton, Mifflin and Company, Boston.
THE PRINCESS
HE Princess sat lone in her maiden bower,
THE
The lad blew his horn at the foot of the tower.
"Why playest thou alway? Be silent, I pray,
It fetters my thoughts that would flee far away,
As the sun goes down. "
In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn,
The lad had ceased to play on his horn.
"Oh, why art thou silent? I beg thee to play!
It gives wings to my thoughts that would flee far away,
As the sun goes down. "
In her maiden bower sat the Princess forlorn,
Once more with delight played the lad on his horn.
She wept as the shadows grew long, and she sighed :
"Oh, tell me, my God, what my heart doth betide,
Now the sun has gone down. "
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1973
SIGURD SLEMBE'S RETURN
The scene is at first empty. Then Sigurd Slembe enters, climbing over a
rock; he comes forward in silence, but powerfully agitated.
THE
HE Danes forsake me! The battle is lost! Thus far-and
no farther!
Escape to the mountains to-night!
Exchange my ships
for freedom! There are herds of horses on the mountains: we
will climb up there and then fall upon the valleys like a snow.
storm.
But when winter comes? To begin at the beginning: the out-
law's life-never more! I have made my last effort; had it been
successful, men would have wondered at me. It has failed, and
vengeance is loose.
I cannot gather another force in Norway!
All over? Thus far and no farther? No! The Danes sail,
but we will sail with them! This night, this very night we will
raise our yards and follow them to the open sea.
We
But whither shall we turn our prows? To Denmark?
may raise no third force in Denmark. Start out again as mer-
chant? No! Serve in foreign lands? No! Crusade ? No!
Hither and no farther! Sigurd, the end has come!
[Almost sobbing. ] Death! The thought sprang up in my mind.
as a door swings open, clashing upon its hinges; light, air, re-
ceive me! [He draws his sword. ] No; I will fall fighting in the
cause I have lived for- my men shall have a leader!
Is there no chance of victory? no trick? Can I not get them
ashore ? Can I not get them in the toils? try them in point-
blank fight, man to man, all the strength of despair fighting
with me? Ah, could they but hear me, could I but find some
high place and speak to them; tell them how clear as the sun is
my right, how monstrous the wrongs I have borne, what a crime
is theirs in withstanding me! You murder not me alone, but
thousands upon thousands of thoughts for my fatherland's wel-
fare; I have carried nothing out, I have not sown the least
grain, or laid one stone upon another to witness that I have
lived. Ah, I have strength for better things than strife; it was
the desire to work that drove me homewards; it was impatience
that wrought me ill! Believe me, try me, give me but half what
Harald Gille promised me, even less; I ask but very little, if I
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BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON
God, it was ever the little that thou didst offer me, and that I
ever scorned!
Where am I? I stand upon my own grave, and hear the
great bell ring. I tremble as the tower beneath its stroke, for
where now are the aims that were mine? The grave opens its
mouth and makes reply. But life lies behind me like a dried-up
stream, and these eighteen years are lost as in a desert. The
sign, the sign that was with me from my birth! In lofty flight
I have followed it hither with all the strength of my soul, and
here I am struck by the arrow of death. I fall, and behold the
rocks beneath, upon which I shall be crushed. Have I, then,
seen a-wrong? Ah, how the winds and currents of my life stood
yonder, where it was warm and fruitful, while I toiled up where
it grew ever colder, and my ship is now clasped by the drifting
icebergs; a moment yet, and it must sink. Then let it sink,
and all will be over. [On his knees. ] But in thy arms, All-
Merciful, I shall find peace!
What miracle is this? For in the hour I prayed the prayer
was granted! Peace, perfect peace! [Rises. ] Then will I go
to-morrow to my last battle as to the altar; peace shall at last be
mine for all my longings.
[Holds his head bowed and covered by his hands. As he, after a
time, slowly removes them, he looks around. ]
How this autumn evening brings reconciliation to my soul!
Sun and wave and shore and sea flow all together, as in the
thought of God all others; never yet has it seemed so fair to me!
Yet it is not mine to reign over this lovely land.
How greatly
I have done it ill! But how has it all come so to pass? for in
my wanderings I saw thy mountains in every sky, I yearned for
home as a child longs for Christmas, yet I came no sooner, and
when at last I came - I gave thee wound upon wound.
But thou, in contemplative mood, now gazest upon me, and
givest me at parting this fairest autumn night of thine. I will
ascend yonder rock and take a long farewell. [Mounts up.
And even thus I stood eighteen years ago, thus looked out
upon the sea, blue beneath the rising sun. The fresh breezes of
morning seemed wafted to me from a high future; through the
sky's light veil a vision of strange lands was mine; in the glow
of the morning sun, wealth and honor shone upon me; and to
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1975
Farewell, dreams of my youth! Farewell, my sweet country!
Ah, to what sorrow thou hast brought me forth! But now it
will soon be over.
[He descends.
If these ships should sail up to me this very night bear-
ing the fulfillment of all my dreams! Could any one of them
be now in truth mine,- or may a tree bear fruit twice in one
year?
I give way to make room for some better man. But be thou
gracious to me, and let death be mine with these feelings in my
heart, for strength to be faithful might not long be vouchsafed
me.
«< Thou shalt die to-morrow! " How sure a father-confessor is
that word! Now for the first time I speak truth to myself.
Ivar [climbing over a rock]—Yes, here he is. [Gives his hand
to the nun. ]
The Nun [without seeing]— Sigurd! [Mounts up. ] Yes, there
he is!
Sigurd - Mother!
The Nun-My child, found once more! [They remain long
clasped in each other's arms. ] My son, my son, now shalt thou
no more escape me!
Sigurd-O my mother!
The Nun-Thou wilt keep away from this battle, is it not
We two will win another kingdom,-a much better one.
Sigurd—I understand thee, mother. [Leads her to a seat, and
falls upon his knee. ]
-
The Nun - Yes, dost thou not? Thou art not so bad as all
men would have it. I knew that well, but wanted so much to
speak with thee,- and since thou art wearied and hast lost thy
hopes for this world, thou hast come back to me, for even now
there is time! And of all thy realm they must leave thee some
little plot, and there we will live by the church, so that when
the bells ring for vespers we shall be near the blessed Olaf, and
with him seek the presence of the Almighty. And there we will
heal thy wounds with holy water, and thoughts of love, more
than thou canst remember ever to have had, shall come back to
thee robed in white, and wondering recollection shall have no
end. For the great shall be made small and the small great,
and there shall be questionings and revelations and eternal happi-
Thou wilt come and thus live with me, my son, wilt thou
not? Thou wilt stay from this battle and come quickly?
ness.
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1976
BJÖRNSTJERNE BJÖRNSON
Sigurd-Mother, I have not wept till now since I lay upon
the parched earth of the Holy Land.
The Nun-Thou wilt follow me?
Sigurd
To do thus were to escape the pledges I have made
but by breaking them.
The Nun-To what art thou now pledged?