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After
a while the Czar grew calmer, and begged the Queen to have no
fear, as he would not hurt her. Then taking her hand in his, he
pressed it so tightly that she screamed for mercy; at which he
laughed, saying that she had much more delicate bones than his
Catherine. A ball had been arranged after dinner; but he stole
quietly away, and returned on foot to Monbijou.
The following day he visited all the sights of Berlin, amongst
others the very curious collection of coins and antiques. Among
these last named was a statue representing a heathen god. It
was anything but attractive, but was the most valuable in the
collection. The Czar admired it very much, and insisted on the
Czarina kissing it. On her refusing, he said to her in bad Ger-
man that she should lose her head if she did not at once obey
him. Terrified at the Czar's anger, she immediately complied with
his orders without the least hesitation. The Czar asked the King
to give him this and other statues, a request which he could
not refuse. The same thing happened about a cupboard inlaid
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with amber. It was the only one of its kind, and had cost King
Frederick I. an enormous sum; and the consternation was gen-
eral on its having to be sent to Petersburg.
This barbarous court happily left after two days. The Queen
rushed at once to Monbijou, which she found in a state resem-
bling that of the fall of Jerusalem. I never saw such a sight.
Everything was destroyed, so that the Queen was obliged to
rebuild the whole house.
PICTURES OF COURT LIFE
A.
»
New epoch began with the year 1729. M. de Lamotte, an
officer in the Hanoverian service, and a near relation of Von
Sastot, one of my mother's chamberlains, came to Berlin,
He suddenly arrived at Sastot's, quite secretly, one day.
“I am
the bearer of a most important confidential message,” he said.
“You must hide me somewhere in your house, that my arrival
may remain unknown, and you must manage that one of my let-
ters reaches the King. ” Sastot promised him all he asked, and
then inquired if his business were good or evil. “It will be good
if people can hold their tongues, but if they gossip it will be
evil. However, as I know you are discreet, and as I require your
help in obtaining an interview with the Queen, I must confide
all to you. The Prince of Wales intends being here in three
weeks at the latest. He means to escape secretly from Hano-
ver, brave his father's anger, and marry the princess. He has
intrusted me with the whole affair; and has sent me here to find
out if his arrival would be agreeable to the King and Queen,
and if they are still anxious for this marriage. If she is capable
of keeping a secret, and has no suspicious people about her, will
you undertake to speak to the Queen on the subject? Yet before
doing so, and in order to run no risk, you had better first consult
with Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld, of whose discretion I am sure.
She will be your guide. ”
That very same evening Sastot appeared as usual in the apart-
ments of the Queen, who was not holding receptions. He called
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld on one side, and told her all that
had passed between him and Lamotte: and added that he had
not been able to speak unreservedly with him about the affair,
as he was afraid of telling this good news to the Queen; because
he knew quite well that she would at once confide it all to that
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wretched Ramen, who would immediately communicate it to
Seckendorf and his creatures.
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld was much perturbed; but after
having well considered the question, decided that Sastot should
speak with the Queen. The joy this news caused her is easily to
be imagined. She at once communicated them to Countess Fink-
enstein, and my lady-in-waiting, who both implored her to keep
them secret. I was just then very ill. I had had a bad fainting-
fit, followed by violent fever, which confined me to my bed. The
Queen desired Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld to prepare me by
degrees for this happy event, of which she then wished to speak
to me herself.
The next morning Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld came to drink
her tea by my bedside. "I cannot think what has come to Sas-
tot,” she said: “he dances about, sings, and is full of nonsense;
and says it is all because he is so delighted at some good news
he has heard, which he will however tell nobody. ”
« Perhaps he has taken too much,” I said, “and this makes
him so merry. ”
“Oh no," she replied: "he declares the good news concerns
:
you! ”
“Good God! ” I cried: “what good news can I expect in the
position in which I am placed, and how can Sastot have any.
thing to do with it ?
“But,” continued Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld, supposing
,
he had received the news direct from the Prince of Wales him-
self? »
“Well, would that be such great happiness ? ”
"Your Royal Highness is very sinful,” she replied; "and
you will be punished for it, if you so despise a prince who risks
everything for your sake. What do you want ? Do you wish to
fade and pine away, or do you wish to marry that delightful
Prince of Weissenfels ? »
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld would have endured anything
that this marriage might be accomplished: it was the only point
on which we differed, and we had often had arguments on the
subject. I now laughed at her speech, without taking much heed
of it. I thought that the Prince of Wales had most probably
given an assurance similar to that which my brother had given
the Queen of England, and that this had caused Sastot's high
spirits. When the Queen herself came to me with this pleasant
piece of news, however, I felt in a very different mood. I
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remained dumb, and could not utter a word. My mother thought
it the result of my satisfaction at the news. “I shall at length
see you happy and my wishes realized at the same time; – how
much joy at once! ” I kissed her hands, which I covered with
tears. “You are crying,” she exclaimed: "what is the matter ? ”
I would not disturb her happiness, so I answered, “The thought
of leaving you distresses me more than all the crowns of the
world could delight me. ” The Queen was only the more tender
towards me in consequence, and then left me. I loved this dear
mother truly, and had only spoken the truth to her. She left
me in a terrible state of mind. I was cruelly torn between
my affection for her and my repugnance to the Prince of Wales;
but I determined to leave all to Providence, who would direct
my ways.
That same evening the Queen held a reception. As bad luck
would have it, the English envoy came to it, and began at once
to tell her all the news he had received from his court. The
conversation grew livelier and livelier; and without reflecting
on the consequences, the Queen confided to him the whole of the
Prince of Wales's project. M. de Bourguait, with intense sur-
prise, asked her if it were all true. "Certainly,” she replied;
"and to show you how true it is, he has sent Lamotte here,
who has already informed the King of everything. ”
"Oh, why does your Majesty tell me this? I am wretched,
for I must prevent it. " Greatly frightened, my mother asked
him why he must do so. "Because I am my sovereign's envoy;
because my office requires of me that I should inform him of so
important a matter. I shall send off a messenger to England
this very evening. Would to God I had known nothing of all
this! ” The Queen's prayers and entreaties were all of no avail;
for he left her, to dispatch the messenger. My mother's conster-
nation was indescribable! She was in utter despair. Countess
Finkenstein came the next morning and told me all that had
happened. The only means we had in our power of preventing
greater misfortune was to endeavor to keep it all from the King.
At the end of a week the King came to Berlin to receive the
Prince of Wales. He had had a secret interview with Lamotte,
after which the long ardently desired arrival of the Prince was
daily expected. But this joy was doomed to be turned to sor-
row. A courier brought the news that at the express command
of his father, the Prince of Wales had suddenly left Hanover for
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England. This news fell on the King and Queen like a thunder-
bolt.
But it is time that I should now unravel this mystery. The
English nation were most anxious for the Prince of Wales's pres-
ence in England, and had incessantly begged the King to grant
it. The King, on the other hand, did not feel at all inclined to
do so; as he feared he might suffer in personal consideration, and
that the Prince's arrival in England would raise an opposition
against him which might lead to disturbances. In order to have
some plausible reason against his presence in England, the King
had himself written to the Prince, suggesting his going to Berlin
and marrying me. This step he intended to use afterwards to
bring about a rupture with the Prince, by which means he could
keep him several years longer at Hanover. The Prince, who
ardently desired the alliance with me, was only too delighted to
obey his father's wishes. The sudden arrival of Bourguait's mes-
senger spoilt everything. This messenger was sent to the Secre-
tary of State. Nothing remained to the King, who was anxious
that no suspicion should be aroused in England, but to desire the
Prince to return. Poor Lamotte became the innocent victim of
all this. He had to spend two years in the fortress of Hameln,
and was obliged to leave the Hanoverian service. He afterwards
entered the Prussian army, where he still commands a regiment.
My father was greatly incensed at again finding himself duped
by England. He returned to Potsdam soon after this affair was
settled, and we shortly followed him.
Immediately after our arrival my father had a violent attack
of gout, which troubled him for some time. This illness, added
to his displeasure at his disappointed hopes, made his temper
unbearable. I was called nothing else by him but the English
canaille," and he ill-treated me and my brother in a shocking
manner.
We were
not allowed to leave him for one single
moment during the whole day. We took all our meals near his
bedside; and to torment us still more, he let us have only those
things to eat for which we had an absolute dislike. But good or
bad, we were obliged to swallow them down, and run the risk of
being ill for the rest of the day. Not a single day passed without
some unfortunate occurrence, and we could not lift up our eyes
without beholding some unhappy being who was being tormented.
The King was of too impatient a nature to remain long in bed,
so he sat in an arm-chair in which he had himself wheeled about
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the castle. He held a crutch in each hand to support himself, and
we followed this triumphal car like wretched prisoners expecting
their sentence.
On one occasion, when his temper was more than usually bad,
he told the Queen that he had received letters from Anspach, in
which the margrave announced his arrival at Berlin for the be-
ginning of May. He was coming there for the purpose of marry.
ing my sister; and one of his ministers would arrive previously
with the betrothal ring. My father asked my sister whether she
were pleased at this prospect, and how she would arrange her
household. Now my sister had always made a point of telling
him whatever came into her head, even the greatest home-truths,
and he had never taken her outspokenness amiss. On this occas-
ion, therefore, relying on former experience, she answered him
as follows: “When I have a house of my own I shall take care
to have a well-appointed dinner-table,- better than yours is;
and if I have any children of my own I shall not plague them
as you do yours, and force them to eat things they thoroughly
dislike! ”
«What is amiss with my dinner-table ? » the King inquired,
getting very red in the face.
« You ask what is the matter with it," my sister replied:
there is not enough on it for us to eat, and what there is is
cabbage and carrots, which we detest. ”
Her first answer had already angered my father, but now he
gave vent to his fury. But instead of punishing my sister he
poured it all on my mother, my brother, and myself. To begin
with, he threw his plate at my brother's head, who would have
been struck had he not got out of the way; a second one he
threw at me, which I also happily escaped; then torrents of abuse
followed these first signs of hostility: He reproached the Queen
with having brought up her children so badly. "You will curse
your mother,” he said to my brother, "for having made you such
a good-for-nothing creature.
A man
once condemned to
death in Carthage for various crimes,” he continued, and as he
was being led to the place of execution, he asked to be allowed
to speak to his mother. Whilst pretending to whisper to her,
he bit a piece out of her ear; saying at the same time, I treat
you like this, that you may serve as an example to all mothers
that do not bring up their children virtuously. ' You can do
the same, my father continued, still addressing himself to my
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was
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brother; and with this remark he let himself be wheeled away in
his chair. As my brother and I passed near him to leave the
room, he hit out at us with his crutch. · Happily we escaped
the blow, for it would certainly have struck us down; and we at
last escaped without harm from the room. I had been so upset
by this scene that I trembled all over, and was obliged to sit
down to avoid fainting. My mother, who came after us, comforted
us as best she could, and endeavored to persuade us to return to
the King We were, however, not the least inclined to do this:
the scene with the plates and the crutch had frightened us too
much. At length we were obliged to do so, and we found the
King conversing quietly with his officers.
I felt quite ill nevertheless, and fainted away in the Queen's
room. My mother's maid exclaimed, on seeing me, “Good gra-
cious, your Royal Highness, what is the matter ? you look dread-
ful! " I looked in the glass, and saw that my face and neck
were covered with red spots. I told her I had been very much
agitated, and that this was the result. I fainted again several
times. The red spots disappeared as soon as I was in the cold
air, appearing again in the heat of the room. I was obliged to
keep about as best I could, as I was unable to get to bed. That
night I was attacked by violent fever, which left me So weak
next morning that I was obliged to ask my mother to excuse me
from coming to her. She sent me word that dead or alive I
must go to her. I then sent word that I had a rash which made
it impossible. She however repeated her command, and I was
carried into her room, where I went from one fainting-fit into
another. In this condition I was dragged to the King. My sis.
ter, seeing that I was ready to give up the ghost, said to the
King, “I beseech you, dear father, let my sister return to her
room: she has fever, and cannot even stand. ” The King asked
me if this were true. “You look very ill,” he said, “but I will
I
cure you; and he forced me to drink a whole goblet full of
very strong old Rhine wine.
My rash had gone in, and I was
fighting with death.
I had no
sooner drunk the wine than I
began to be delirious, and begged my mother to have me taken
to my room. This she granted on condition that I would leave
it again in the evening.
I laid myself down without taking off my head-dress; but
no sooner was I in bed than the violence of the fever deprived
me of my reason.
The doctor who was called in pronounced me
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to be suffering from an inflammatory fever, and gave me three
remedies not at all suitable to my present illness. From time
to time I recovered consciousness, and then I prayed that God
would take me to himself. Amidst bitter tears I said to Ma-
demoiselle von Sonnsfeld, “The many sufferings I have been
through have made me indifferent to this world, and now Provi-
dence will grant me the highest bliss. I am the cause of all my
mother's and brother's sorrows: my death will put an end to
these. If I die, promise me to say two things in my name to
the King: first that I beg he will restore me his affections, and
secondly, implore him to be kinder towards my mother and my
brother. ” I lay for thirty-six hours between life and death, and
at last small-pox declared itself.
The King had never once inquired after me since the com-
mencement of my illness. As soon, however, as he heard the
nature of my complaint, he sent his court surgeon to find out if
I really had small-pox. This rude personage said many unkind
things to me in the King's name, besides being most repulsive
in his own behavior. At any other time this would have pro-
voked my anger, but I was now far too ill to notice his inso-
lence. Upon the doctor's confirming the statement that I had
the small-pox, I was put into quarantine. All communication
with my rooms was cut off, and nobody about the King and
Queen was allowed to come near me. I felt that I was being
treated like a plague-stricken creature. My governess and my
maid were the only attendants I had. Though I lay in an icy
cold room, deserted by the whole world, I had the comfort of my
brother's visits. He had had the small-pox, and came daily to
spend with me what spare time he had. The Queen sent inces-
santly to inquire after me, but was not allowed to see me. For
nine days I was as ill as I could be. All the symptoms seemed
to point towards a fatal termination, and those who saw
thought I should be marked for life. I escaped death, however,
and not a trace remained of this fearful malady.
Meanwhile M. von Bremer, who had been sent by the Mar-
grave of Anspach, arrived at Berlin. My sister's betrothal by
proxy then took place, the ceremony being of the simplest
description. The King had got rid of his gout and of his bad
temper, preserving the latter towards me alone. That charming
Holzendorf never entered my room without bringing me
disagreeable message from him. This bad man was in the very
me
some
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highest favor, and everybody bowed before him. He used his
advantages, however, to do as much harm as he could, particu-
larly to the Queen, my brother, and myself. He was Seckendorf's
creature; and that says volumes.
My father was now kinder towards my brother, but merely
because he thought it politic to be so; and because Grumkow,
into whose hands he had completely fallen, advised him to be
Count Finkenstein and Colonel Kalkstein were in Grum-
kow's way, and prevented his carrying out his plans. They were
therefore to be got rid of, under the pretext that my brother no
longer required governors. He persuaded the King to agree to
their discharge, and succeeded. The two governors were dis-
missed in an honorable manner, both of them receiving a good
pension for their services. They were replaced by two officers
who had not the slightest power over my brother. The one was
Colonel Rochow, the other M. von Kaiserling. The former, as
will be seen in the course of these memoirs, was no genius; and
the other, while exceedingly clever, had no religion of any kind.
He had read a great deal, and boasted of being somewhat of
a poet. It will be easily understood that my brother infinitely
preferred Kaiserling to Rochow.
The former's love of science
and learning made him a very agreeable companion. They had
not long been together before the conversation turned on reli-
gious subjects. Kaiserling raised doubts in my brother's mind.
These doubts were, as I shall hereafter show, indelibly strength-
ened by another person.
My brother came to me every day, and we occupied ourselves
in reading and writing. I remember well how we read Scarron's
comic novel, and made satires from it applicable to the King's
entourage. We called Grumkow, La Rancune; the Margrave of
Schwedt, who had reappeared with his pretensions, Saldague;
Seckendorf, La Rapinière. We did not even spare the King; but
I must not say which part we assigned to him. We showed our
performance to the Queen, who was greatly amused at it. I fear
we deserved a severe reprimand. Children ought never to lose
sight of the respect and honor they owe their parents. I have
reproached myself a thousand times since, for acting so much
against this precept. Our youth, and the approval our efforts at
authorship met with, must to some extent be our excuse.
Madame de Bouvillon was not forgotten in our satirical novel:
we gave her name to the Queen's mistress of the robes, whom
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I was
we thought she resembled. We often joked in her presence
about it, so that she became curious to know who this Madame de
Bouvillon was. I told her that the Queen of Spain's Camerera
Majors” were called so, and they all had to be of this family.
Six weeks after this, at one of the Queen's receptions, the con-
versation turned on the Spanish court; and my mother's mistress
of robes thought she could not do better to show the world
how much she knew about it than by saying that all “Camerera
Majors” were of the family of Bouvillon. Everybody laughed,
and she found out that she had been taken in. After inquiring
further, and being made acquainted with the story of the heroine
to whom I had given the rank of “Camerera Major,” she per-
ceived at once that I had made fun of her, and was so extremely
angry that I had the greatest trouble in appeasing her.
very fond of her, and knew her worth; and what I had done
was done to amuse the Queen. Since then I have left off turn-
ing people into ridicule: it is wiser to find fault with one's self.
How easily the faults of others are perceived by us! whilst to
our own we are blind. But I must return to my story.
As the Margrave of Anspach was expected in a week, and as
neither he nor my sister had had the small-pox, I was sent away
from Potsdam. Before my departure I went to see the King,
but my mother would not allow me to remain long with him.
He was generally so unkind to me that, as I had not yet quite
recovered my strength, the Queen was afraid the agitation would
be bad for me.
My sister's wedding took place amidst great pomp and rejoi-
cing. She took her departure with her husband a fortnight after-
wards, and I was then set at liberty.
We did not remain long in Berlin, but joined the King at
Wusterhausen, where the quarrels began afresh. Not a day
passed without some scene or other. The King's anger against
my brother and myself reached such a pitch that, with the ex-
ception of the hours for our meals, we were banished both from
his presence and the Queen's. He scarcely allowed us the neces-
saries of life, and we were tormented with hunger from morning
till night. Our only food was coffee and milk; and during din-
ner and supper time we were honored with epithets anything
but pleasing Of an afternoon we went secretly to see the
Queen; and whilst we were with her she always had her spies
watching to inform her in good time of the King's approach.
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One day whilst we were with her, she had not, through some
carelessness or other, had early enough notice of my father's
return. There was only one door to the room in which we were,
so that we had to make up our minds at once what to do. My
brother hid himself in a cupboard, and I slipped under my
mother's bed. We had scarcely had time to do so before the
King entered the room. He was unfortunately very tired, sat
down, and went to sleep for two hours. I was in a most uncom-
fortable position, and nearly smothered hiding under that low
bed. I peeped out from time to time to discover if the King
was still asleep. Anybody who had witnessed this occurrence
must have laughed.
At last the King woke up, and left the room; we crept from
our hiding-places, and implored the Queen never to expose us to
a similar "comedy” again. I often begged the Queen to allow
me to write to the King, asking him the reason of his anger
against me, and begging his forgiveness. She would not let me
do so, however. She said it would be of no use: "Your father
would only grant you his favor on condition that you married
either the Margrave of Schwedt or the Duke of Weissenfels. ”
I quite saw the force of these arguments, and had to submit.
A few peaceful days followed these storms, but alas, only to
make way for still worse. The King went to Libnow, where he
met the King of Poland and his son. In spite of all the diffi-
culties that had been placed in his way, my father still hoped to
arrange a marriage between me and the King of Poland. The
Crown Prince of Poland persistently turned a deaf ear to the
entreaties of both sovereigns, and was not to be induced to sign
the marriage contract. My father, finding himself forced to give
up this plan, deemed it right at once to solemnly betroth me,
during the King of Poland's visit, to the Duke of Weissenfels.
On his return to Wusterhausen, my father passed through the
small town of Dam, which belonged to this prince, and stopped
there a few days. During his absence we had remained at
Wusterhausen, and consequently enjoyed some peace and quiet:
but this all came to an end as soon as the King returned. He
never saw my brother without threatening him with his stick;
and this latter often said to me that he would respectfully bear
all ill treatment save blows, but that if it came to these he would
run away.
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MARY E. WILKINS
(1855? -)
OME of the most artistic and pleasing fiction by the younger
school of American writers has been that dealing with the
rural types of New England. Half a century ago, Sylvester
Judd in his Margaret' revealed the possibilities of this field. With
increasing skill and carefulness of observation it has been cultivated
since by capable native authors. A pioneer like Mrs. Stowe has been
followed in later days by Mrs. Rose Terry Cooke, Mrs. Slosson, Miss
Jewett, and Miss Wilkins; and the depiction of New England char-
acter has been fruitful for literature.
Mary E. Wilkins, of the younger school,
has been markedly popular and successful.
She began in the 1880's to publish unpreten-
tious magazine stories, not striking enough
to make a sensation, and hence not attract-
ing general attention until gathered into
book form. But they revealed an intimate
knowledge of the poetry, humor, and pathos
of the life of plain country folk, a deep
though not obtrusive sympathy with their
every-day lot. The plot with Miss Wilkins
is little; the analysis of character, the pict-
ure of a bit of human nature, much, - every- MARY E. WILKINS
thing, indeed. She has come naturally into
a first-hand acquaintance with the people and scenes she elects to
represent. Born in the little Massachusetts village of Randolph, Miss
Wilkins was educated at that typical New England institution, Mt.
Holyoke Seminary. For a time she lived at Brattleboro, Vermont; but
in 1883 returned to her native town, which has since been her head-
quarters. Thus she has been able to study long and closely the
New England men and women — the latter in especial — who throng
her pages. Old maids in the pale virginal round of their days; child-
ren with their homely little doings and very actual pleasures and
heart-aches; day laborers with their touches of uncouth chivalry;
almshouse inmates sunning themselves in memories of bygone better
times; weather-worn farmers and their work-worn wives; girls love-
smitten, whose drama is none the less dramatic because expressed in
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dubious grammar, - such are the folk of her creation. The idyls and
tragedies of the rustic community — a world in little — are writ large
in her sketches; the New England traits are caught unerringly.
In spite of the strong work she has recently done in full-length fic-
tion, Miss Wilkins's art and talent are at the happiest in some of the
short tales to be found in such collections as A Humble Romance,'
A New England Nun,' and Young Lucretia. ' The first volume -
(The Adventure of Ann,' in 1886 — was an earnest of much short-
story fiction which has been recognized both in the United States
and England as distinguished and interesting work. In 1893 the play
(Giles Corey, Yeoman,' a graphic portrayal of colonial times, indi-
cated a desire to present life more romantically and objectively; and
the novels Jane Field' (1893), Pembroke) (1894), Madelon' (1895),
and Jerome: A Poor Man' (1897) bore further attestation to this
change in method. There is in these stories more interest of inci-
dent, and a definite attempt to paint more broadly, presenting life
in its more spectacular aspects. Plain country people are still her
subject-matter. The construction of this later fiction has grown stead-
ily firmer; and it may be that eventually Miss Wilkins's most power-
ful writing will be cast in this mold, - though this is hardly the case
at present.
Mary E. Wilkins, then, may be described as a realist increasingly
leaning towards romanticism. She has declared her two favorite
heroes to be Jean Valjean in 'Les Misérables,' and Thackeray's
Colonel Newcome; her favorite novel and play to be Hugo's story
named above, and Shakespeare's King Lear. The choice is signifi-
cant as indicating one who would appear to sympathize with the
romantic treatment and view of life. Miss Wilkins's most mature
work shows this tendency plainly; and indeed, in the best and most
typical of her earlier short tales, their charm comes from something
more than faithfulness in transcription. They have a delicate ideal-
ity, an imaginative suggestiveness, and a selective presentation of the
inner life of thought and feeling, which is to most human beings the
realest and most important part of existence. And these qualities in
the author remove her entirely from the category of those whose sole
stock-in-trade is a hard, narrow, vulgar insistence on so-called fact.
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From "A New England Nun, and Other Stories. ' Copyright 1891, by Harper
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ATHER! »
« What is it? "
“What are them men diggin' over there in the field for ? ”
There was a sudden dropping and enlarging of the lower
part of the old man's face, as if some heavy weight had settled
therein; he shut his mouth tight, and went on harnessing the
great bay mare. He hustled the collar on to her neck with a
jerk.
“Father! »
The old man slapped the saddle upon the mare's back.
“Look here, father, I want to know what them men are dig-
gin' over in the field for, an' I'm goin' to know. ”
"I wish you'd go into the house, mother, an' 'tend to your
own affairs,” the old man said then. He ran his words together,
and his speech was almost as inarticulate as a growl.
But the woman understood: it was her most native tongue.
"I ain't goin' into the house till you tell me what them men are
doin' over there in the field,” said she.
Then she stood waiting. She was a small woman, short and
straight-waisted like a child in her brown cotton gown. Her
forehead was mild and benevolent between the smooth curves of
gray hair; there were meek downward lines about her nose and
mouth: but her eyes, fixed upon the old man, looked as if the
meekness had been the result of her own will, never of the will
of another.
They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors.
The spring air, full of the smell of growing grass and unseen
blossoms, came in their faces. The deep yard in front was lit-
tered with farm wagons and piles of wood; on the edges, close
to the fence and the house, the grass was a vivid green, and
there were some dandelions.
The old man glanced doggedly at his wife as he tightened the
last buckles on the harness. She looked as immovable to him as
one of the rocks in his pasture-land, bound to the earth with
generations of blackberry vines. He slapped the reins over the
horse and started forth from the barn.
"Father ! » said she.
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The old man pulled up. “What is it ? »
“I want to know what them men are diggin' over there in
that field for. ”
“They're diggin' a cellar, I s'pose, if you've got to know. ”
"A cellar for what ? »
"A barn. ”
“A barn! You ain't goin' to build a barn over there where
we was goin' to have a house, father ? »
The old man said not another word. He hurried the horse
into the farm wagon, and clattered out of the yard, jouncing as
sturdily on his seat as a boy.
The woman stood a moment looking after him; then she went
out of the barn across a corner of the yard to the house. The
house, standing at right angles with the great barn and a long
reach of sheds and out-buildings, was infinitesimal compared
with them. It was scarcely as commodious for people as the
.
little boxes under the barn eaves were for doves.
A pretty girl's face, pink and delicate as a flower, was look-
ing out of one of the house windows. She was watching three
men who were digging over in the field which bounded the
yard near the road line. She turned quietly when the woman
entered.
“What are they digging for, mother? ” said she. “Did he tell
»
you?
new
« They're diggin' for -- a cellar for a new barn. ”
"O mother, he ain't goin' to build another barn?
«That's what he says.
A boy stood before the kitchen glass combing his hair. He
combed slowly and painstakingly, arranging his brown hair in a
smooth hillock over his forehead. He did not seem to pay any
attention to the conversation.
«Sammy, did you know father was going to build a
barn? ” asked the girl.
The boy combed assiduously.
Sammy! ”
He turned, and showed a face like his father's under his
smooth crest of hair. “Yes, I s'pose I did,” he said reluctantly.
“How long have you known it ? ” asked his mother.
««'Bout three months, I guess.
“Why didn't you tell of it ? »
« Didn't think 'twould do no good. ”
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“I don't see what father wants another barn for," said the girl
in her sweet, slow voice, She turned again to the window, and
stared out at the digging men in the field. Her tender, sweet
face was full of a gentle distress. Her forehead was as bald and
innocent as a baby's, with the light hair strained back from it in
a row of curl-papers.
She was quite large, but her soft curves did not look as if
they covered muscles.
Her mother looked sternly at the boy. "Is he goin' to buy
more cows? ” said she. The boy did not reply: he was tying his
shoes.
Sammy, I want you to tell me if he's goin' to buy more
cows. ”
"I s'pose he is. ”
“How many ? ”
"Four, I guess. ”
His mother said nothing more. She went into the pantry, and
there was a clatter of dishes. The boy got his cap from a nail
behind the door, took an old arithmetic from the shelf, and started
for school. He was lightly built, but clumsy. He went out of
the yard with a curious spring in the hips, that made his loose
home-made jacket tilt up in the rear.
The girl went to the sink, and began to wash the dishes that
were piled up there. Her mother came promptly out of the pan-
try, and shoved her aside. "You wipe 'em,” said she; "I'll wash.
There's a good many this mornin'. "
The mother plunged her hands vigorously into the water;
the girl wiped the plates slowly and dreamily. “Mother,” said
she, “don't you think it's too bad father's going to build that new
barn, much as we need a decent house to live in ? »
Her mother scrubbed a dish fiercely. “You 'a'n't found out
yet we're women-folks, Nanny Penn," said she. "You 'a'n't seen
enough of men-folks yet to. One of these days you'll find it out;
an' then you'll know that we know only what men-folks think we
do, so far as any use of it goes, an' how we'd ought to reckon
men-folks in with Providence, an' not complain of what they do
any more than we do of the weather. »
"I don't care: I don't believe George is anything like that,
anyhow,” said Nanny. Her delicate face fushed pink, her lips
pouted softly, as if she were going to cry.
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« You wait an' see. I guess George Eastman ain't no better
than other men. You hadn't ought to judge father, though. He
can't help it, 'cause he don't look at things jest the way we do.
An' we've been pretty comfortable here, after all. The roof don't
leak - 'a'n't never but once - that's one thing Father's kept it
shingled right up. ”
“I do wish we had a parlor. ”
"I guess it won't hurt George Eastman any to come to see
you
in a nice clean kitchen.
a while the Czar grew calmer, and begged the Queen to have no
fear, as he would not hurt her. Then taking her hand in his, he
pressed it so tightly that she screamed for mercy; at which he
laughed, saying that she had much more delicate bones than his
Catherine. A ball had been arranged after dinner; but he stole
quietly away, and returned on foot to Monbijou.
The following day he visited all the sights of Berlin, amongst
others the very curious collection of coins and antiques. Among
these last named was a statue representing a heathen god. It
was anything but attractive, but was the most valuable in the
collection. The Czar admired it very much, and insisted on the
Czarina kissing it. On her refusing, he said to her in bad Ger-
man that she should lose her head if she did not at once obey
him. Terrified at the Czar's anger, she immediately complied with
his orders without the least hesitation. The Czar asked the King
to give him this and other statues, a request which he could
not refuse. The same thing happened about a cupboard inlaid
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with amber. It was the only one of its kind, and had cost King
Frederick I. an enormous sum; and the consternation was gen-
eral on its having to be sent to Petersburg.
This barbarous court happily left after two days. The Queen
rushed at once to Monbijou, which she found in a state resem-
bling that of the fall of Jerusalem. I never saw such a sight.
Everything was destroyed, so that the Queen was obliged to
rebuild the whole house.
PICTURES OF COURT LIFE
A.
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New epoch began with the year 1729. M. de Lamotte, an
officer in the Hanoverian service, and a near relation of Von
Sastot, one of my mother's chamberlains, came to Berlin,
He suddenly arrived at Sastot's, quite secretly, one day.
“I am
the bearer of a most important confidential message,” he said.
“You must hide me somewhere in your house, that my arrival
may remain unknown, and you must manage that one of my let-
ters reaches the King. ” Sastot promised him all he asked, and
then inquired if his business were good or evil. “It will be good
if people can hold their tongues, but if they gossip it will be
evil. However, as I know you are discreet, and as I require your
help in obtaining an interview with the Queen, I must confide
all to you. The Prince of Wales intends being here in three
weeks at the latest. He means to escape secretly from Hano-
ver, brave his father's anger, and marry the princess. He has
intrusted me with the whole affair; and has sent me here to find
out if his arrival would be agreeable to the King and Queen,
and if they are still anxious for this marriage. If she is capable
of keeping a secret, and has no suspicious people about her, will
you undertake to speak to the Queen on the subject? Yet before
doing so, and in order to run no risk, you had better first consult
with Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld, of whose discretion I am sure.
She will be your guide. ”
That very same evening Sastot appeared as usual in the apart-
ments of the Queen, who was not holding receptions. He called
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld on one side, and told her all that
had passed between him and Lamotte: and added that he had
not been able to speak unreservedly with him about the affair,
as he was afraid of telling this good news to the Queen; because
he knew quite well that she would at once confide it all to that
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wretched Ramen, who would immediately communicate it to
Seckendorf and his creatures.
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld was much perturbed; but after
having well considered the question, decided that Sastot should
speak with the Queen. The joy this news caused her is easily to
be imagined. She at once communicated them to Countess Fink-
enstein, and my lady-in-waiting, who both implored her to keep
them secret. I was just then very ill. I had had a bad fainting-
fit, followed by violent fever, which confined me to my bed. The
Queen desired Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld to prepare me by
degrees for this happy event, of which she then wished to speak
to me herself.
The next morning Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld came to drink
her tea by my bedside. "I cannot think what has come to Sas-
tot,” she said: “he dances about, sings, and is full of nonsense;
and says it is all because he is so delighted at some good news
he has heard, which he will however tell nobody. ”
« Perhaps he has taken too much,” I said, “and this makes
him so merry. ”
“Oh no," she replied: "he declares the good news concerns
:
you! ”
“Good God! ” I cried: “what good news can I expect in the
position in which I am placed, and how can Sastot have any.
thing to do with it ?
“But,” continued Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld, supposing
,
he had received the news direct from the Prince of Wales him-
self? »
“Well, would that be such great happiness ? ”
"Your Royal Highness is very sinful,” she replied; "and
you will be punished for it, if you so despise a prince who risks
everything for your sake. What do you want ? Do you wish to
fade and pine away, or do you wish to marry that delightful
Prince of Weissenfels ? »
Mademoiselle von Sonnsfeld would have endured anything
that this marriage might be accomplished: it was the only point
on which we differed, and we had often had arguments on the
subject. I now laughed at her speech, without taking much heed
of it. I thought that the Prince of Wales had most probably
given an assurance similar to that which my brother had given
the Queen of England, and that this had caused Sastot's high
spirits. When the Queen herself came to me with this pleasant
piece of news, however, I felt in a very different mood. I
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remained dumb, and could not utter a word. My mother thought
it the result of my satisfaction at the news. “I shall at length
see you happy and my wishes realized at the same time; – how
much joy at once! ” I kissed her hands, which I covered with
tears. “You are crying,” she exclaimed: "what is the matter ? ”
I would not disturb her happiness, so I answered, “The thought
of leaving you distresses me more than all the crowns of the
world could delight me. ” The Queen was only the more tender
towards me in consequence, and then left me. I loved this dear
mother truly, and had only spoken the truth to her. She left
me in a terrible state of mind. I was cruelly torn between
my affection for her and my repugnance to the Prince of Wales;
but I determined to leave all to Providence, who would direct
my ways.
That same evening the Queen held a reception. As bad luck
would have it, the English envoy came to it, and began at once
to tell her all the news he had received from his court. The
conversation grew livelier and livelier; and without reflecting
on the consequences, the Queen confided to him the whole of the
Prince of Wales's project. M. de Bourguait, with intense sur-
prise, asked her if it were all true. "Certainly,” she replied;
"and to show you how true it is, he has sent Lamotte here,
who has already informed the King of everything. ”
"Oh, why does your Majesty tell me this? I am wretched,
for I must prevent it. " Greatly frightened, my mother asked
him why he must do so. "Because I am my sovereign's envoy;
because my office requires of me that I should inform him of so
important a matter. I shall send off a messenger to England
this very evening. Would to God I had known nothing of all
this! ” The Queen's prayers and entreaties were all of no avail;
for he left her, to dispatch the messenger. My mother's conster-
nation was indescribable! She was in utter despair. Countess
Finkenstein came the next morning and told me all that had
happened. The only means we had in our power of preventing
greater misfortune was to endeavor to keep it all from the King.
At the end of a week the King came to Berlin to receive the
Prince of Wales. He had had a secret interview with Lamotte,
after which the long ardently desired arrival of the Prince was
daily expected. But this joy was doomed to be turned to sor-
row. A courier brought the news that at the express command
of his father, the Prince of Wales had suddenly left Hanover for
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England. This news fell on the King and Queen like a thunder-
bolt.
But it is time that I should now unravel this mystery. The
English nation were most anxious for the Prince of Wales's pres-
ence in England, and had incessantly begged the King to grant
it. The King, on the other hand, did not feel at all inclined to
do so; as he feared he might suffer in personal consideration, and
that the Prince's arrival in England would raise an opposition
against him which might lead to disturbances. In order to have
some plausible reason against his presence in England, the King
had himself written to the Prince, suggesting his going to Berlin
and marrying me. This step he intended to use afterwards to
bring about a rupture with the Prince, by which means he could
keep him several years longer at Hanover. The Prince, who
ardently desired the alliance with me, was only too delighted to
obey his father's wishes. The sudden arrival of Bourguait's mes-
senger spoilt everything. This messenger was sent to the Secre-
tary of State. Nothing remained to the King, who was anxious
that no suspicion should be aroused in England, but to desire the
Prince to return. Poor Lamotte became the innocent victim of
all this. He had to spend two years in the fortress of Hameln,
and was obliged to leave the Hanoverian service. He afterwards
entered the Prussian army, where he still commands a regiment.
My father was greatly incensed at again finding himself duped
by England. He returned to Potsdam soon after this affair was
settled, and we shortly followed him.
Immediately after our arrival my father had a violent attack
of gout, which troubled him for some time. This illness, added
to his displeasure at his disappointed hopes, made his temper
unbearable. I was called nothing else by him but the English
canaille," and he ill-treated me and my brother in a shocking
manner.
We were
not allowed to leave him for one single
moment during the whole day. We took all our meals near his
bedside; and to torment us still more, he let us have only those
things to eat for which we had an absolute dislike. But good or
bad, we were obliged to swallow them down, and run the risk of
being ill for the rest of the day. Not a single day passed without
some unfortunate occurrence, and we could not lift up our eyes
without beholding some unhappy being who was being tormented.
The King was of too impatient a nature to remain long in bed,
so he sat in an arm-chair in which he had himself wheeled about
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the castle. He held a crutch in each hand to support himself, and
we followed this triumphal car like wretched prisoners expecting
their sentence.
On one occasion, when his temper was more than usually bad,
he told the Queen that he had received letters from Anspach, in
which the margrave announced his arrival at Berlin for the be-
ginning of May. He was coming there for the purpose of marry.
ing my sister; and one of his ministers would arrive previously
with the betrothal ring. My father asked my sister whether she
were pleased at this prospect, and how she would arrange her
household. Now my sister had always made a point of telling
him whatever came into her head, even the greatest home-truths,
and he had never taken her outspokenness amiss. On this occas-
ion, therefore, relying on former experience, she answered him
as follows: “When I have a house of my own I shall take care
to have a well-appointed dinner-table,- better than yours is;
and if I have any children of my own I shall not plague them
as you do yours, and force them to eat things they thoroughly
dislike! ”
«What is amiss with my dinner-table ? » the King inquired,
getting very red in the face.
« You ask what is the matter with it," my sister replied:
there is not enough on it for us to eat, and what there is is
cabbage and carrots, which we detest. ”
Her first answer had already angered my father, but now he
gave vent to his fury. But instead of punishing my sister he
poured it all on my mother, my brother, and myself. To begin
with, he threw his plate at my brother's head, who would have
been struck had he not got out of the way; a second one he
threw at me, which I also happily escaped; then torrents of abuse
followed these first signs of hostility: He reproached the Queen
with having brought up her children so badly. "You will curse
your mother,” he said to my brother, "for having made you such
a good-for-nothing creature.
A man
once condemned to
death in Carthage for various crimes,” he continued, and as he
was being led to the place of execution, he asked to be allowed
to speak to his mother. Whilst pretending to whisper to her,
he bit a piece out of her ear; saying at the same time, I treat
you like this, that you may serve as an example to all mothers
that do not bring up their children virtuously. ' You can do
the same, my father continued, still addressing himself to my
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brother; and with this remark he let himself be wheeled away in
his chair. As my brother and I passed near him to leave the
room, he hit out at us with his crutch. · Happily we escaped
the blow, for it would certainly have struck us down; and we at
last escaped without harm from the room. I had been so upset
by this scene that I trembled all over, and was obliged to sit
down to avoid fainting. My mother, who came after us, comforted
us as best she could, and endeavored to persuade us to return to
the King We were, however, not the least inclined to do this:
the scene with the plates and the crutch had frightened us too
much. At length we were obliged to do so, and we found the
King conversing quietly with his officers.
I felt quite ill nevertheless, and fainted away in the Queen's
room. My mother's maid exclaimed, on seeing me, “Good gra-
cious, your Royal Highness, what is the matter ? you look dread-
ful! " I looked in the glass, and saw that my face and neck
were covered with red spots. I told her I had been very much
agitated, and that this was the result. I fainted again several
times. The red spots disappeared as soon as I was in the cold
air, appearing again in the heat of the room. I was obliged to
keep about as best I could, as I was unable to get to bed. That
night I was attacked by violent fever, which left me So weak
next morning that I was obliged to ask my mother to excuse me
from coming to her. She sent me word that dead or alive I
must go to her. I then sent word that I had a rash which made
it impossible. She however repeated her command, and I was
carried into her room, where I went from one fainting-fit into
another. In this condition I was dragged to the King. My sis.
ter, seeing that I was ready to give up the ghost, said to the
King, “I beseech you, dear father, let my sister return to her
room: she has fever, and cannot even stand. ” The King asked
me if this were true. “You look very ill,” he said, “but I will
I
cure you; and he forced me to drink a whole goblet full of
very strong old Rhine wine.
My rash had gone in, and I was
fighting with death.
I had no
sooner drunk the wine than I
began to be delirious, and begged my mother to have me taken
to my room. This she granted on condition that I would leave
it again in the evening.
I laid myself down without taking off my head-dress; but
no sooner was I in bed than the violence of the fever deprived
me of my reason.
The doctor who was called in pronounced me
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to be suffering from an inflammatory fever, and gave me three
remedies not at all suitable to my present illness. From time
to time I recovered consciousness, and then I prayed that God
would take me to himself. Amidst bitter tears I said to Ma-
demoiselle von Sonnsfeld, “The many sufferings I have been
through have made me indifferent to this world, and now Provi-
dence will grant me the highest bliss. I am the cause of all my
mother's and brother's sorrows: my death will put an end to
these. If I die, promise me to say two things in my name to
the King: first that I beg he will restore me his affections, and
secondly, implore him to be kinder towards my mother and my
brother. ” I lay for thirty-six hours between life and death, and
at last small-pox declared itself.
The King had never once inquired after me since the com-
mencement of my illness. As soon, however, as he heard the
nature of my complaint, he sent his court surgeon to find out if
I really had small-pox. This rude personage said many unkind
things to me in the King's name, besides being most repulsive
in his own behavior. At any other time this would have pro-
voked my anger, but I was now far too ill to notice his inso-
lence. Upon the doctor's confirming the statement that I had
the small-pox, I was put into quarantine. All communication
with my rooms was cut off, and nobody about the King and
Queen was allowed to come near me. I felt that I was being
treated like a plague-stricken creature. My governess and my
maid were the only attendants I had. Though I lay in an icy
cold room, deserted by the whole world, I had the comfort of my
brother's visits. He had had the small-pox, and came daily to
spend with me what spare time he had. The Queen sent inces-
santly to inquire after me, but was not allowed to see me. For
nine days I was as ill as I could be. All the symptoms seemed
to point towards a fatal termination, and those who saw
thought I should be marked for life. I escaped death, however,
and not a trace remained of this fearful malady.
Meanwhile M. von Bremer, who had been sent by the Mar-
grave of Anspach, arrived at Berlin. My sister's betrothal by
proxy then took place, the ceremony being of the simplest
description. The King had got rid of his gout and of his bad
temper, preserving the latter towards me alone. That charming
Holzendorf never entered my room without bringing me
disagreeable message from him. This bad man was in the very
me
some
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highest favor, and everybody bowed before him. He used his
advantages, however, to do as much harm as he could, particu-
larly to the Queen, my brother, and myself. He was Seckendorf's
creature; and that says volumes.
My father was now kinder towards my brother, but merely
because he thought it politic to be so; and because Grumkow,
into whose hands he had completely fallen, advised him to be
Count Finkenstein and Colonel Kalkstein were in Grum-
kow's way, and prevented his carrying out his plans. They were
therefore to be got rid of, under the pretext that my brother no
longer required governors. He persuaded the King to agree to
their discharge, and succeeded. The two governors were dis-
missed in an honorable manner, both of them receiving a good
pension for their services. They were replaced by two officers
who had not the slightest power over my brother. The one was
Colonel Rochow, the other M. von Kaiserling. The former, as
will be seen in the course of these memoirs, was no genius; and
the other, while exceedingly clever, had no religion of any kind.
He had read a great deal, and boasted of being somewhat of
a poet. It will be easily understood that my brother infinitely
preferred Kaiserling to Rochow.
The former's love of science
and learning made him a very agreeable companion. They had
not long been together before the conversation turned on reli-
gious subjects. Kaiserling raised doubts in my brother's mind.
These doubts were, as I shall hereafter show, indelibly strength-
ened by another person.
My brother came to me every day, and we occupied ourselves
in reading and writing. I remember well how we read Scarron's
comic novel, and made satires from it applicable to the King's
entourage. We called Grumkow, La Rancune; the Margrave of
Schwedt, who had reappeared with his pretensions, Saldague;
Seckendorf, La Rapinière. We did not even spare the King; but
I must not say which part we assigned to him. We showed our
performance to the Queen, who was greatly amused at it. I fear
we deserved a severe reprimand. Children ought never to lose
sight of the respect and honor they owe their parents. I have
reproached myself a thousand times since, for acting so much
against this precept. Our youth, and the approval our efforts at
authorship met with, must to some extent be our excuse.
Madame de Bouvillon was not forgotten in our satirical novel:
we gave her name to the Queen's mistress of the robes, whom
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we thought she resembled. We often joked in her presence
about it, so that she became curious to know who this Madame de
Bouvillon was. I told her that the Queen of Spain's Camerera
Majors” were called so, and they all had to be of this family.
Six weeks after this, at one of the Queen's receptions, the con-
versation turned on the Spanish court; and my mother's mistress
of robes thought she could not do better to show the world
how much she knew about it than by saying that all “Camerera
Majors” were of the family of Bouvillon. Everybody laughed,
and she found out that she had been taken in. After inquiring
further, and being made acquainted with the story of the heroine
to whom I had given the rank of “Camerera Major,” she per-
ceived at once that I had made fun of her, and was so extremely
angry that I had the greatest trouble in appeasing her.
very fond of her, and knew her worth; and what I had done
was done to amuse the Queen. Since then I have left off turn-
ing people into ridicule: it is wiser to find fault with one's self.
How easily the faults of others are perceived by us! whilst to
our own we are blind. But I must return to my story.
As the Margrave of Anspach was expected in a week, and as
neither he nor my sister had had the small-pox, I was sent away
from Potsdam. Before my departure I went to see the King,
but my mother would not allow me to remain long with him.
He was generally so unkind to me that, as I had not yet quite
recovered my strength, the Queen was afraid the agitation would
be bad for me.
My sister's wedding took place amidst great pomp and rejoi-
cing. She took her departure with her husband a fortnight after-
wards, and I was then set at liberty.
We did not remain long in Berlin, but joined the King at
Wusterhausen, where the quarrels began afresh. Not a day
passed without some scene or other. The King's anger against
my brother and myself reached such a pitch that, with the ex-
ception of the hours for our meals, we were banished both from
his presence and the Queen's. He scarcely allowed us the neces-
saries of life, and we were tormented with hunger from morning
till night. Our only food was coffee and milk; and during din-
ner and supper time we were honored with epithets anything
but pleasing Of an afternoon we went secretly to see the
Queen; and whilst we were with her she always had her spies
watching to inform her in good time of the King's approach.
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One day whilst we were with her, she had not, through some
carelessness or other, had early enough notice of my father's
return. There was only one door to the room in which we were,
so that we had to make up our minds at once what to do. My
brother hid himself in a cupboard, and I slipped under my
mother's bed. We had scarcely had time to do so before the
King entered the room. He was unfortunately very tired, sat
down, and went to sleep for two hours. I was in a most uncom-
fortable position, and nearly smothered hiding under that low
bed. I peeped out from time to time to discover if the King
was still asleep. Anybody who had witnessed this occurrence
must have laughed.
At last the King woke up, and left the room; we crept from
our hiding-places, and implored the Queen never to expose us to
a similar "comedy” again. I often begged the Queen to allow
me to write to the King, asking him the reason of his anger
against me, and begging his forgiveness. She would not let me
do so, however. She said it would be of no use: "Your father
would only grant you his favor on condition that you married
either the Margrave of Schwedt or the Duke of Weissenfels. ”
I quite saw the force of these arguments, and had to submit.
A few peaceful days followed these storms, but alas, only to
make way for still worse. The King went to Libnow, where he
met the King of Poland and his son. In spite of all the diffi-
culties that had been placed in his way, my father still hoped to
arrange a marriage between me and the King of Poland. The
Crown Prince of Poland persistently turned a deaf ear to the
entreaties of both sovereigns, and was not to be induced to sign
the marriage contract. My father, finding himself forced to give
up this plan, deemed it right at once to solemnly betroth me,
during the King of Poland's visit, to the Duke of Weissenfels.
On his return to Wusterhausen, my father passed through the
small town of Dam, which belonged to this prince, and stopped
there a few days. During his absence we had remained at
Wusterhausen, and consequently enjoyed some peace and quiet:
but this all came to an end as soon as the King returned. He
never saw my brother without threatening him with his stick;
and this latter often said to me that he would respectfully bear
all ill treatment save blows, but that if it came to these he would
run away.
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MARY E. WILKINS
(1855? -)
OME of the most artistic and pleasing fiction by the younger
school of American writers has been that dealing with the
rural types of New England. Half a century ago, Sylvester
Judd in his Margaret' revealed the possibilities of this field. With
increasing skill and carefulness of observation it has been cultivated
since by capable native authors. A pioneer like Mrs. Stowe has been
followed in later days by Mrs. Rose Terry Cooke, Mrs. Slosson, Miss
Jewett, and Miss Wilkins; and the depiction of New England char-
acter has been fruitful for literature.
Mary E. Wilkins, of the younger school,
has been markedly popular and successful.
She began in the 1880's to publish unpreten-
tious magazine stories, not striking enough
to make a sensation, and hence not attract-
ing general attention until gathered into
book form. But they revealed an intimate
knowledge of the poetry, humor, and pathos
of the life of plain country folk, a deep
though not obtrusive sympathy with their
every-day lot. The plot with Miss Wilkins
is little; the analysis of character, the pict-
ure of a bit of human nature, much, - every- MARY E. WILKINS
thing, indeed. She has come naturally into
a first-hand acquaintance with the people and scenes she elects to
represent. Born in the little Massachusetts village of Randolph, Miss
Wilkins was educated at that typical New England institution, Mt.
Holyoke Seminary. For a time she lived at Brattleboro, Vermont; but
in 1883 returned to her native town, which has since been her head-
quarters. Thus she has been able to study long and closely the
New England men and women — the latter in especial — who throng
her pages. Old maids in the pale virginal round of their days; child-
ren with their homely little doings and very actual pleasures and
heart-aches; day laborers with their touches of uncouth chivalry;
almshouse inmates sunning themselves in memories of bygone better
times; weather-worn farmers and their work-worn wives; girls love-
smitten, whose drama is none the less dramatic because expressed in
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dubious grammar, - such are the folk of her creation. The idyls and
tragedies of the rustic community — a world in little — are writ large
in her sketches; the New England traits are caught unerringly.
In spite of the strong work she has recently done in full-length fic-
tion, Miss Wilkins's art and talent are at the happiest in some of the
short tales to be found in such collections as A Humble Romance,'
A New England Nun,' and Young Lucretia. ' The first volume -
(The Adventure of Ann,' in 1886 — was an earnest of much short-
story fiction which has been recognized both in the United States
and England as distinguished and interesting work. In 1893 the play
(Giles Corey, Yeoman,' a graphic portrayal of colonial times, indi-
cated a desire to present life more romantically and objectively; and
the novels Jane Field' (1893), Pembroke) (1894), Madelon' (1895),
and Jerome: A Poor Man' (1897) bore further attestation to this
change in method. There is in these stories more interest of inci-
dent, and a definite attempt to paint more broadly, presenting life
in its more spectacular aspects. Plain country people are still her
subject-matter. The construction of this later fiction has grown stead-
ily firmer; and it may be that eventually Miss Wilkins's most power-
ful writing will be cast in this mold, - though this is hardly the case
at present.
Mary E. Wilkins, then, may be described as a realist increasingly
leaning towards romanticism. She has declared her two favorite
heroes to be Jean Valjean in 'Les Misérables,' and Thackeray's
Colonel Newcome; her favorite novel and play to be Hugo's story
named above, and Shakespeare's King Lear. The choice is signifi-
cant as indicating one who would appear to sympathize with the
romantic treatment and view of life. Miss Wilkins's most mature
work shows this tendency plainly; and indeed, in the best and most
typical of her earlier short tales, their charm comes from something
more than faithfulness in transcription. They have a delicate ideal-
ity, an imaginative suggestiveness, and a selective presentation of the
inner life of thought and feeling, which is to most human beings the
realest and most important part of existence. And these qualities in
the author remove her entirely from the category of those whose sole
stock-in-trade is a hard, narrow, vulgar insistence on so-called fact.
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15985
THE REVOLT OF MOTHER »
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From "A New England Nun, and Other Stories. ' Copyright 1891, by Harper
& Brothers
ATHER! »
« What is it? "
“What are them men diggin' over there in the field for ? ”
There was a sudden dropping and enlarging of the lower
part of the old man's face, as if some heavy weight had settled
therein; he shut his mouth tight, and went on harnessing the
great bay mare. He hustled the collar on to her neck with a
jerk.
“Father! »
The old man slapped the saddle upon the mare's back.
“Look here, father, I want to know what them men are dig-
gin' over in the field for, an' I'm goin' to know. ”
"I wish you'd go into the house, mother, an' 'tend to your
own affairs,” the old man said then. He ran his words together,
and his speech was almost as inarticulate as a growl.
But the woman understood: it was her most native tongue.
"I ain't goin' into the house till you tell me what them men are
doin' over there in the field,” said she.
Then she stood waiting. She was a small woman, short and
straight-waisted like a child in her brown cotton gown. Her
forehead was mild and benevolent between the smooth curves of
gray hair; there were meek downward lines about her nose and
mouth: but her eyes, fixed upon the old man, looked as if the
meekness had been the result of her own will, never of the will
of another.
They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors.
The spring air, full of the smell of growing grass and unseen
blossoms, came in their faces. The deep yard in front was lit-
tered with farm wagons and piles of wood; on the edges, close
to the fence and the house, the grass was a vivid green, and
there were some dandelions.
The old man glanced doggedly at his wife as he tightened the
last buckles on the harness. She looked as immovable to him as
one of the rocks in his pasture-land, bound to the earth with
generations of blackberry vines. He slapped the reins over the
horse and started forth from the barn.
"Father ! » said she.
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The old man pulled up. “What is it ? »
“I want to know what them men are diggin' over there in
that field for. ”
“They're diggin' a cellar, I s'pose, if you've got to know. ”
"A cellar for what ? »
"A barn. ”
“A barn! You ain't goin' to build a barn over there where
we was goin' to have a house, father ? »
The old man said not another word. He hurried the horse
into the farm wagon, and clattered out of the yard, jouncing as
sturdily on his seat as a boy.
The woman stood a moment looking after him; then she went
out of the barn across a corner of the yard to the house. The
house, standing at right angles with the great barn and a long
reach of sheds and out-buildings, was infinitesimal compared
with them. It was scarcely as commodious for people as the
.
little boxes under the barn eaves were for doves.
A pretty girl's face, pink and delicate as a flower, was look-
ing out of one of the house windows. She was watching three
men who were digging over in the field which bounded the
yard near the road line. She turned quietly when the woman
entered.
“What are they digging for, mother? ” said she. “Did he tell
»
you?
new
« They're diggin' for -- a cellar for a new barn. ”
"O mother, he ain't goin' to build another barn?
«That's what he says.
A boy stood before the kitchen glass combing his hair. He
combed slowly and painstakingly, arranging his brown hair in a
smooth hillock over his forehead. He did not seem to pay any
attention to the conversation.
«Sammy, did you know father was going to build a
barn? ” asked the girl.
The boy combed assiduously.
Sammy! ”
He turned, and showed a face like his father's under his
smooth crest of hair. “Yes, I s'pose I did,” he said reluctantly.
“How long have you known it ? ” asked his mother.
««'Bout three months, I guess.
“Why didn't you tell of it ? »
« Didn't think 'twould do no good. ”
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“I don't see what father wants another barn for," said the girl
in her sweet, slow voice, She turned again to the window, and
stared out at the digging men in the field. Her tender, sweet
face was full of a gentle distress. Her forehead was as bald and
innocent as a baby's, with the light hair strained back from it in
a row of curl-papers.
She was quite large, but her soft curves did not look as if
they covered muscles.
Her mother looked sternly at the boy. "Is he goin' to buy
more cows? ” said she. The boy did not reply: he was tying his
shoes.
Sammy, I want you to tell me if he's goin' to buy more
cows. ”
"I s'pose he is. ”
“How many ? ”
"Four, I guess. ”
His mother said nothing more. She went into the pantry, and
there was a clatter of dishes. The boy got his cap from a nail
behind the door, took an old arithmetic from the shelf, and started
for school. He was lightly built, but clumsy. He went out of
the yard with a curious spring in the hips, that made his loose
home-made jacket tilt up in the rear.
The girl went to the sink, and began to wash the dishes that
were piled up there. Her mother came promptly out of the pan-
try, and shoved her aside. "You wipe 'em,” said she; "I'll wash.
There's a good many this mornin'. "
The mother plunged her hands vigorously into the water;
the girl wiped the plates slowly and dreamily. “Mother,” said
she, “don't you think it's too bad father's going to build that new
barn, much as we need a decent house to live in ? »
Her mother scrubbed a dish fiercely. “You 'a'n't found out
yet we're women-folks, Nanny Penn," said she. "You 'a'n't seen
enough of men-folks yet to. One of these days you'll find it out;
an' then you'll know that we know only what men-folks think we
do, so far as any use of it goes, an' how we'd ought to reckon
men-folks in with Providence, an' not complain of what they do
any more than we do of the weather. »
"I don't care: I don't believe George is anything like that,
anyhow,” said Nanny. Her delicate face fushed pink, her lips
pouted softly, as if she were going to cry.
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« You wait an' see. I guess George Eastman ain't no better
than other men. You hadn't ought to judge father, though. He
can't help it, 'cause he don't look at things jest the way we do.
An' we've been pretty comfortable here, after all. The roof don't
leak - 'a'n't never but once - that's one thing Father's kept it
shingled right up. ”
“I do wish we had a parlor. ”
"I guess it won't hurt George Eastman any to come to see
you
in a nice clean kitchen.
