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When they got to the boat-house, the fisherman's dog came to
him and greeted him joyfully, barking and fawning on him, and
wagging his tail. But his master's temper being none of the
best, he struck the poor animal; whereupon the merman laughed
for the first time.
Having fastened the boat, he went toward his house, dragging
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which lay in his way, cursed it heartily; whereupon the merman
laughed for the second time.
When the fisherman arrived at the farm, his wife came out to
receive him, and embraced him affectionately, and he received
her salutations with pleasure; whereupon the merman laughed for
the third time.
Then said the farmer to the merman, "You have laughed
three times, and I am curious to know why you have laughed.
Tell me, therefore. "
"Never will I tell you," replied the merman, "unless you
promise to take me to the same place in the sea wherefrom you
caught me, and there to let me go free again. " So the farmer
made him the promise.
"Well," said the merman, "I laughed the first time because
you struck your dog, whose joy at meeting you was real and
sincere. The second time, because you cursed the mound over
which you stumbled, which is full of golden ducats. And the
third time, because you received with pleasure your wife's empty.
and flattering embrace, who is faithless to you, and a hypocrite.
And now be an honest man, and take me out to the sea whence
you brought me. "
The farmer replied, "Two things that you have told me I
have no means of proving; namely, the faithfulness of my dog
and the faithlessness of my wife. But the third I will try the
truth of; and if the hillock contain gold, then I will believe the
rest. "
Accordingly he went to the hillock, and having dug it up,
found therein a great treasure of golden ducats, as the merman
had told him. After this the farmer took the merman down to
the boat, and to that place in the sea whence he had brought
him. Before he put him in, the latter said to him:-
"Farmer, you have been an honest man, and I will reward
you for restoring me to my mother, if only you have skill enough
to take possession of property that I shall throw in your way.
happy and prosper. "
Be
Then the farmer put the merman into the sea, and he sank
out of sight.
It happened that not long after seven sea-gray cows were seen
on the beach, close to the farmer's land. These cows appeared
to be very unruly, and ran away directly the farmer approached
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fancy that if he could burst the bladder which he saw on the
nose of each of them, they would belong to him. He contrived
to hit the bladder on the nose of one cow, which then became so
tame that he could easily catch it, while the others leaped into
the sea and disappeared.
The farmer was convinced that this was the gift of the mer-
man. And a very useful gift it was, for better cow was never
seen nor milked in all the land, and she was the mother of the
race of gray cows so much esteemed now.
And the farmer prospered exceedingly, but never caught any
more mermen. As for his wife, nothing further is told about
her, so we can repeat nothing.
THE FISHERMAN OF GÖTUR
IT
Is told that long ago a peasant living at Götur in Myrdalur
went out fishing round the island of Dyrhólar. In returning
from the sea, he had to cross a morass. It happened once
that on his way home after nightfall, he came to a place where a
man had lost his horse in the bog, and was unable to recover it
without help. The fisherman, to whom this man was a stranger,
aided him in freeing his horse from the peat.
you.
When the animal stood again safe and sound upon the dry
earth, the stranger said to the fisherman, "I am your neighbor,
for I live in Hvammsgil, and am returning from the sea, like
But I am so poor that I cannot pay you for this service as
you ought to be paid. I will promise you, however, this much:
that you shall never go to sea without catching fish, nor ever, if
you will take my advice, return with empty hands.
But you
must never put to sea without having first seen me pass your
house, as if going toward the shore. Obey me in this matter,
and I promise you that you shall never launch your boat in
vain. "
The fisherman thanked him for this advice; and sure enough
it was that for three years afterward, never putting to sea till
he had first seen his neighbor pass his door, he always launched
his boat safely, and always came home full-handed.
But at the end of the three years it fell out that one day in
the early morning, the fisherman, looking out from his house,
saw the wind and weather favorable, and all other fishers hurry-
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though he waited hour after hour in the hope of seeing his
neighbor pass, the man of Hvammsgil never came.
At last,
losing his patience, he started out without having seen him go
by. When he came down to the shore, he found that all the
boats were launched and far away.
Before night the wind rose and became a storm, and every
boat that had that day put to sea was wrecked, and every fisher
drowned; the peasant of Götur alone escaping, for he had been
unable to go out fishing. The next night he had a strange
dream, in which his neighbor from Hvammsgil came to him and
said, “Although you did not yesterday follow my advice, I yet so
far felt kindly toward you that I hindered you from going out
to sea, and saved you thus from drowning; but look no more
forth to see me pass, for we have met for the last time. " And
never again did the peasant see his neighbor pass his door.
THE MAGIC SCYTHE
A
CERTAIN day-laborer once started from his home in the south
to earn wages for hay-cutting in the north country. In
the mountains he was suddenly overtaken by a thick mist
and sleet-storm, and lost his way. Fearing to go on further, he
pitched his tent in a convenient spot, and taking out his provis-
ions, began to eat.
While he was engaged upon his meal, a brown dog came into
the tent, so ill-favored, dirty, wet, and fierce-eyed, that the poor
man felt quite afraid of it, and gave it as much bread and meat
as it could devour. This the dog swallowed greedily, and ran off
again into the mist. At first the man wondered much to see a
dog in such a wild place, where he never expected to meet with
a living creature; but after a while he thought no more about
the matter, and having finished his supper, fell asleep, with his
saddle for a pillow.
At midnight he dreamed that he saw a tall and aged woman
enter his tent, who spoke thus to him: "I am beholden to you,
good man, for your kindness to my daughter, but am unable to
reward you as you deserve. Here is a scythe which I place be-
neath your pillow; it is the only gift I can make you, but despise
it not. It will surely prove useful to you, as it can cut down all
that lies before it. Only beware of putting it into the fire to
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Sharpen it, however, as you will, but in that way
So saying, she was seen no more.
When the man awoke and looked forth, he found the mist all
gone and the sun high in heaven; so getting all his things to-
gether and striking his tent, he laid them upon the pack-horses,
saddling last of all his own horse. But on lifting his saddle from
the ground, he found beneath it a small scythe blade, which
seemed well worn and was rusty. On seeing this, he at once
recalled to mind his dream, and taking the scythe with him, set
out once more on his way. He soon found again the road which
he had lost, and made all speed to reach the well-peopled dis-
trict to which he was bound.
temper it.
never. "
When he arrived at the north country, he went from house
to house, but did not find any employment, for every farmer had
laborers enough, and one week of hay-harvest was already past.
He heard it said, however, that one old woman in the district,
generally thought by her neighbors to be skilled in magic and
very rich, always began her hay-cutting a week later tha any-
body else, and though she seldom employed a laborer, always
contrived to finish it by the end of the season.
When by any
chance- and it was a rare one she did engage a workman, she
was never known to pay him for his work.
Now the peasant from the south was advised to ask this old
woman for employment, having been warned of her strange
habits.
-
He accordingly went to her house, and offered himself to her
as a day laborer. She accepted his offer, and told him that he
might, if he chose, work a week for her, but must expect no
payment.
«< Except,"
," she said, "you can cut more grass in the whole
week than I can rake in on the last day of it. "
To these terms he gladly agreed, and began mowing. And
a very good scythe he found that to be which the woman had
given him in his dream; for it cut well, and never wanted sharp-
ening, though he worked with it for five days unceasingly. He
was well content, too, with his place, for the old woman was
kind enough to him.
One day, entering the forge next to her house, he saw a vast
number of scythe-handles and rakes, and a big heap of blades,
and wondered beyond measure what the old lady could want
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he was asleep that night, the same elf-woman whom he had
seen upon the mountains came again to him and said:
"Large as are the meadows you have mown, your employer
will easily be able to rake in all that hay to-morrow, and if she
does so, will, as you know, drive you away without paying you.
When therefore you see yourself worsted, go into the forge, take
as many scythe-handles as you think proper, fit their blades to
them, and carry them out into that part of the land where the
hay is y uncut. There you must lay them on the ground, and
you shal see how things go. "
This id, she disappeared, and in the morning the laborer,
getting up, set to work as usual at his mowing.
At six o'clock the old witch came out, bringing five rakes
with her, and said to the man, "A goodly piece of ground you.
have mowed, indeed! "
And so saying, she spread the rakes upon the hay. Then the
man saw, to his astonishment, that though the one she held in
her hand raked in great quantities of hay, the other four raked
in no less each, all of their own accord, and with no hand to
wield them.
-:
At noon, seeing that the old woman would soon get the best
of him, he went into the forge and took out several scythe-
handles, to which he fixed their blades, and bringing them out
into the field, laid them down upon the grass which was yet
standing. Then all the scythes set to work of their own accord,
and cut down the grass so quickly that the rakes could not keep
pace with them.
And so they went on all the rest of the day,
and the old woman was unable to rake in all the hay which lay
in the fields. After dark she told him to gather up his scythes
and take them into the house again, while she collected her
rakes, saying to him:-
"You are wiser than I took you to be, and you know more
than myself; so much the better for you, for you may stay as
long with me as you like. "
He spent the whole summer in her employment, and they
agreed very well together, mowing with mighty little trouble a
vast amount of hay. In the autumn she sent him away, well
laden with money, to his own home in the south. The next
summer, and more than one summer following, he spent in her
employ, always being paid as his heart could desire, at the end.
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After some years he took a farm of his own in the south
country, and was always looked upon by all his neighbors as an
honest man, a good fisherman, and an able workman in whatever
he might put his hand to. He always cut his own hay, never
using any scythe but that which the elf-woman had given him
upon the mountains; nor did any of his neighbors ever finish
their mowing before him.
One summer it chanced that while he was fishing, one of his
neighbors came to his house and asked his wife to lend him her
husband's scythe, as he had lost his own. The farmer's wife
looked for one, but could only find the one upon which her hus-
band set such store. This, however, a little loth, she lent to the
man, begging him at the same time never to temper it in the
fire; for that, she said, her good man never did. So the neigh-
bor promised, and taking it with him, bound it to a handle and
began to work with it. But, sweep as he would, and strain as
he would (and sweep and strain he did right lustily), not a single
blade of grass fell. Wroth at this, the man tried to sharpen it,
but with no avail. Then he took it into his forge, intending to
temper it, for, thought he, what harm could that possibly do?
but as soon as the flames touched it, the steel melted like wax,
and nothing was left but a little heap of ashes. Seeing this, he
went in haste to the farmer's house, where he had borrowed it,
and told the woman what had happened; she was at her wits'
end with fright and shame when she heard it, for she knew well
enough how her husband set store by this scythe, and how angry
he would be at its loss.
And angry indeed he was, when he came home, and he beat
his wife well for her folly in lending what was not hers to lend.
But his wrath was soon over, and he never again, as he never
had before, laid the stick about his wife's shoulders.
THE MAN-SERVANT AND THE WATER-ELVES
I
NA large house, where all the chief rooms were paneled, there
lived once upon a time a farmer, whose ill-fate it was that
every servant of his that was left alone to guard the house
on Christmas Eve, while the rest of the family went to church,
was found dead when the family returned home.
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difficulty in procuring servants who would consent to watch alone
in the house on that night; until at last one day a man, a strong
fellow, offered him his services, to sit up alone and guard the
house. The farmer told him what fate awaited him for his rash-
ness; but the man despised such a fear, and persisted in his
determination.
On Christmas Eve, when the farmer and all his family, except
the new man-servant, were preparing for church, the farmer said
to him, "Come with us to church; I cannot leave you here to
die. "
But the other replied, "I intend to stay here, for it would be
unwise in you to leave your house unprotected; and besides, the
cattle and sheep must have their food at the proper time. "
"Never mind the beasts," answered the farmer. "Do not be
so rash as to remain in the house this night; for whenever we
have returned from church on this night, we have always found
every living thing in the house dead, with all its bones broken. "
But the man was not to be persuaded, as he considered all
these fears beneath his notice; so the farmer and the rest of the
servants went away and left him behind, alone in the house.
As soon as he was by himself he began to consider how to
guard against anything that might occur; for a dread had stolen
over him, in spite of his courage, that something strange was
about to take place. At last he thought that the best thing to do
was, first of all to light up the family room; and then to find
some place in which to hide himself. As soon as he had lighted
all the candles, he moved two planks out of the wainscot at the
end of the room, and creeping into the space between it and the
wall, restored the planks to their places, so that he could see
plainly into the room and yet avoid being himself discovered.
He had scarcely finished concealing himself, when two fierce
and strange-looking men entered the room and began looking
about.
One of them said, "I smell a human being. "
"No," replied the other, "there is no human being here. "
Then they took a candle and continued their search, until they
found the man's dog asleep under one of the beds. They took it
up, and having dashed it on the ground till every bone in its
body was broken, hurled it from them. When the man-servant
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Suddenly the room was filled with people, who were laden
with tables and all kinds of table furniture, silver, cloths, and all,
which they spread out, and having done so, sat down to a rich
supper, which they had also brought with them. They feasted
noisily, and spent the remainder of the night in drinking and
dancing. Two of them were appointed to keep guard, in order
to give the company due warning of the approach either of any-
body or of the day. Three times they went out, always returning
with the news that they saw neither the approach of any human
being, nor yet of the break of day.
But when the man-servant suspected the night to be pretty
far spent, he jumped from his place of concealment into the
room, and clashing the two planks together with as much noise
as he could make, shouted like a madman, "The day! the day!
the day! "
On these words the whole company rose scared from their
seats, and rushed headlong out, leaving behind them not only
their tables, and all the silver dishes, but even the very clothes
they had taken off for ease in dancing. In the hurry of flight
many were wounded and trodden under foot, while the rest ran
into the darkness, the man-servant after them, clapping the
planks together and shrieking, "The day! the day! the day! "
until they came to a large lake, into which the whole party
plunged headlong and disappeared.
From this the man knew them to be water-elves.
Then he returned home, gathered the corpses of the elves
who had been killed in the flight, killed the wounded ones, and,
making a great heap of them all, burned them. When he had
finished this task, he cleaned up the house and took possession
of all the treasures the elves had left behind them.
On the farmer's return, his servant told him all that had
occurred, and showed him the spoils. The farmer praised him
for a brave fellow, and congratulated him on having escaped
with his life. The man gave him half the treasures of the elves,
and ever afterward prospered exceedingly.
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THE CROSSWAYS
IT
T IS supposed that among the hills there are certain cross-roads,
from the centre of which you can see four churches, one at
the end of each road.
If you sit at the crossing of these roads on Christmas Eve
(or as others say, on New Year's Eve), elves come from every
direction and cluster round you, and ask you, with all sorts of
blandishments and fair promises, to go with them; but you must
continue silent. Then they bring to you rarities and delicacies
of every description, gold, silver, and precious stones, meats and
wines, of which they beg you to accept; but you must neither
move a limb nor accept a single thing they offer you. If you
get so far as this without speaking, elf-women come to you in the
likeness of your mother, your sister, or any other relation, and
beg you to come with them, using every art and entreaty; but
beware you neither move nor speak. And if you can continue
to keep silent and motionless all the night, until you see the first
streak of dawn, then start up and cry aloud, "Praise be to God!
His daylight filleth the heavens! "
As soon as you have said this, the elves will leave you, and
with you all the wealth they have used to entice you, which will
now be yours.
But should you either answer, or accept of their offers, you
will from that moment become mad.
On the night of one Christmas Eve, a man named Fusi was
out on the cross-roads, and managed to resist all the entreaties.
and proffers of the elves, until one of them offered him a large
lump of mutton-suet, and begged him to take a bite of it. Fusi,
who had up to this time gallantly resisted all such offers as gold
and silver and diamonds and such filthy lucre, could hold out no
longer, and crying, "Seldom have I refused a bite of mutton-
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(1769-1860)
PRUNG from the sturdy peasant stock of the north, to which
patriotism is a chief virtue, Ernst Moritz Arndt first saw the
light at Schoritz, Island of Rügen (then a dependency of
Sweden), December 29th, 1769. His father, once a serf, had achieved
a humble independence, and he destined his clever son for the min-
istry, the one vocation open to him which meant honor and advance-
ment. The young man studied theology at Greifswald and Jena, but
later turned his attention exclusively to history and literature. His
early life is delightfully described in his
'Stories and Recollections of Childhood. '
His youth was molded by the influence of
Goethe, Klopstock, Bürger, and Voss. After
completing his university studies he trav-
eled extensively in Austria, Hungary, and
Northern Italy. His account of these jour-
neys, published in 1802, shows his keen
observation of men and affairs.

<
ERNST ARNDT
(
He began his long service to his coun-
try by his History of Serfdom in Pomera-
nia and Sweden,' which contributed largely
to the general abolition of the ancient
abuse. He became professor of history in
the University of Greifswald in 1806, and about that time began to
publish the first series of the Spirit of the Times. ' These were
stirring appeals to rouse the Germans against the oppressions of
Napoleon. In consequence he was obliged to flee to Sweden. After
three years he returned under an assumed name, and again took up
his work at Greifswald. In 1812, after the occupation of Pomerania
by the French, his fierce denunciations again forced him to flee, this
time to Russia, the only refuge open to him. There he joined Baron
von Stein, who eagerly made use of him in his schemes for the
liberation of Germany. At this time his finest poems were written:
those kindling war songs that appealed so strongly to German
patriotism, when "songs were sermons and sermons were songs. "
The most famous of these, 'What is the German's Fatherland ? >
"The Song of the Field-marshal,' and 'The God Who Made Earth's
Iron Hoard,' still live as national lyrics.
Arndt was also constantly occupied in writing pamphlets of the
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River, but Never Germany's Boundary'; 'The Soldier's Catechism';
and The Militia and the General Levy. ' After the disasters of the
French in Russia, he returned to Germany, unceasingly devoted to
his task of rousing the people. Though by birth a Swede, he had
become at heart a Prussian, seeing in Prussia alone the possibility of
German unity.
In 1817 he married Schleiermacher's sister, and the following year
was appointed professor of history in the newly established University
of Bonn. Shortly afterward suspended, on account of his liberal
views, he was forced to spend twenty years in retirement. His
leisure gave opportunity for literary work, however, and he availed
himself of it by producing several historical treatises and his inter-
esting Reminiscences of My Public Life. ' One of the first acts of
Frederick William IV. , after his accession, was to restore Arndt to
his professorship at Bonn. He took a lively interest in the events of
1848, and belonged to the deputation that offered the imperial crown
to the King of Prussia. He continued in the hope and the advocacy
of German unity, though he did not live to see it realized. The
ninetieth birthday of "Father Arndt," as he was fondly called by
his countrymen, was celebrated with general rejoicing throughout
Germany. He died shortly afterward, on January 29th, 1860.
Arndt's importance as a poet is due to the stirring scenes of his
earlier life and the political needs of Germany. He was no genius.
He was not even a deep scholar. His only great work is his war-
songs and patriotic ballads. Germany honors his manly character
and patriotic zeal in that stormy period of Liberation which led
through many apparent defeats to the united Empire of to-day.
The best German biographies are that of Schenkel (1869), W.
Baur (1882), and Langenberg (1869); the latter in 1878 edited 'Arndt's
Letters to a Friend. ' J. R. Seeley's 'Life and Adventures of E. M.
Arndt (1879) is founded on the latter's 'Reminiscences of My Public
Life.
'
WHAT IS THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAND?
WHAT is the German's fatherland?
WHA
Is it Prussia, or the Swabian's land?
Is it where the grape glows on the Rhine?
Where sea-gulls skim the Baltic's brine ?
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
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Is it where the Master's cattle graze ?
Is it the Mark where forges blaze?
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
Westphalia? Pomerania's strand?
Where the sand drifts along the shore?
Or where the Danube's surges roar?
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
Now name for me that mighty land!
Is it Switzerland? or Tyrols, tell;
The land and people pleased me well!
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
Now name for me that mighty land!
Ah! Austria surely it must be,
So rich in fame and victory.
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
Tell me the name of that great land!
Is it the land which princely hate
Tore from the Emperor and the State?
Oh no! more grand
Must be the German's fatherland!
What is the German's fatherland?
Now name at last that mighty land!
"Where'er resounds the German tongue,
Where'er its hymns to God are sung! "
That is the land,
Brave German, that thy fatherland!
That is the German's fatherland!
Where binds like oak the claspèd hand,
Where truth shines clearly from the eyes,
And in the heart affection lies.
Be this the land,
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That is the German's fatherland!
Where scorn shall foreign triflers brand,
Where all are foes whose deeds offend,
Where every noble soul's a friend:
Be this the land,
All Germany shall be the land!
All Germany that land shall be:
Watch o'er it, God, and grant that we,
With German hearts, in deed and thought,
May love it truly as we ought.
Be this the land,
All Germany shall be the land!
THE SONG OF THE FIELD-MARSHAL
HAT'S the blast from the trumpets? Hussars, to the
fray!
WHAT'S
The field-marshal* rides in the rolling mellay;
So gay on his mettlesome war-horse he goes,
So fierce waves his glittering sword at his foes.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
Oh, see as he comes how his piercing eyes gleam!
Oh, see how behind him his snowy locks stream!
So fresh blooms his age, like a well-ripened wine,
He may well as the battle-field's autocrat shine.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
It was he, when his country in ruin was laid,
Who sternly to heaven uplifted his blade,
And swore on the brand, with a heart burning high,
To show Frenchmen the trade that the Prussians could ply.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
That oath he has kept. When the battle-cry rang,
Hey! how the gray youth to the saddle upsprang!
He made a sweep-dance for the French in the room,
And swept the land clean with a steel-ended broom.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
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At Lützen, in the meadow, he kept up such a strife,
That many thousand Frenchmen there yielded up their life;
That thousands ran headlong for very life's sake,
And thousands are sleeping who never will wake.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
On the water, at Katzbach, his oath was in trim:
He taught in a moment the Frenchmen to swim.
Farewell, Frenchmen; fly to the Baltic to save!
You mob without breeches, catch whales for your grave.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
At Wartburg, on the Elbe, how he cleared him a path!
Neither fortress nor town barred the French from his wrath;
Like hares o'er the field they all scuttled away,
While behind them the hero rang out his Huzza!
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
At Leipzig-O glorious fight on the plain! -
French luck and French might strove against him in vain;
There beaten and stiff lay the foe in their blood,
And there dear old Blücher a field-marshal stood.
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful: they're shouting hurrah!
Then sound, blaring trumpets! Hussars, charge once more!
Ride, field-marshal, ride like the wind in the roar!
To the Rhine, over Rhine, in your triumph advance!
Brave sword of our country, right on into France!
And here are the Germans: juchheirassassa!
The Germans are joyful; they're shouting hurrah!
PATRIOTIC SONG
G
OD, who gave iron, purposed ne'er
That man should be a slave:
Therefore the sabre, sword, and spear
In his right hand He gave.
Therefore He gave him fiery mood,
Fierce speech, and free-born breath,
That he might fearlessly the feud
Maintain through life and death.
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ERNST MORITZ ARNDT
Therefore will we what God did say,
With honest truth, maintain,
And ne'er a fellow-creature slay,
A tyrant's pay to gain!
But he shall fall by stroke of brand
Who fights for sin and shame,
And not inherit German land
With men of German name.
O Germany, bright fatherland!
O German love, so true!
Thou sacred land, thou beauteous land,
We swear to thee anew!
Outlawed, each knave and coward shall
The crow and raven feed;
But we will to the battle all-
Revenge shall be our meed.
Flash forth, flash forth, whatever can,
To bright and flaming life!
Now all ye Germans, man for man,
Forth to the holy strife!
Your hands lift upward to the sky-
Your heart shall upward soar—
And man for man, let each one cry,
Our slavery is o'er!
Let sound, let sound, whatever can,
Trumpet and fife and drum.
This day our sabres, man for man,
To stain with blood we come:
With hangman's and with Frenchmen's blood,
O glorious day of ire,
That to all Germans soundeth good-
Day of our great desire!
Let wave, let wave, whatever can,
Standard and banner wave!
Here will we purpose, man for man,
To grace a hero's grave.
Advance, ye brave ranks, hardily-
Your banners wave on high;
We'll gain us freedom's victory,
Or freedom's death we'll die!
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819
•
EDWIN ARNOLD
(1832-)
HE favorite and now venerable English poet, Edwin Arnold,
showed his skill in smooth and lucid verse early in life. In
1852, when twenty years of age, he won the Newdigate
Prize at Oxford for a poem, 'The Feast of Belshazzar. ' Two years
later, after graduation with honors, he was named second master of
Edward the Sixth's School at Birmingham; and, a few years subse-
quent, principal of the Government Sanskrit College at Poona, in
India. In 1856 he published Griselda, a Tragedy'; and after his
return to London in 1861, translations from the Greek of Herodotus
and the Sanskrit of the Indian classic 'Hitopadeça,' the latter under
the name of 'The Book of Good Counsels. ' There followed from his
pen Education in India'; 'A History of the Administration in India
under the Late Marquis of Dalhousie (1862-64); and 'The Poets of
Greece,' a collection of fine passages (1869). In addition to his other
labors he has been one of the editors-in-chief of the London Daily
Telegraph.
Saturated with the Orient, familiar with every aspect of its civ-
ilization, moral and religious life, history and feeling, Sir Edwin's
literary work has attested his knowledge in a large number of
smaller poetical productions, and a group of religious epics of long
and impressive extent. Chiefest among them ranks that on the life
and teachings of Buddha, 'The Light of Asia; or, The Great Renun-
ciation' (1879). It has passed through more than eighty editions in
this country, and almost as many in England. In recognition of this
work Mr. Arnold was decorated by the King of Siam with the Order
of the White Elephant. Two years after its appearance he published
'Mahabharata,' 'Indian Idylls,' and in 1883, 'Pearls of the Faith; or,
Islam's Rosary Being the Ninety-nine Beautiful Names of Allah,
with Comments in Verse from Various Oriental Sources. ' In 1886
the Sultan conferred on him the Imperial Order of Osmanli, and in
1888 he was created Knight Commander of the Indian Empire by
Queen Victoria. 'Sa'di in the Garden; or, The Book of Love'
(1888), a poem turning on a part of the 'Bôstâni' of the Persian
poet Sa'di, brought Sir Edwin the Order of the Lion and Sun from
the Shah of Persia. In 1888 he published also 'Poems National and
Non-Oriental. ' Since then he has written 'The Light of the World';
'Potiphar's Wife, and Other Poems' (1892); 'The Iliad and Odyssey
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EDWIN ARNOLD
'Japonica,' which treats of life and things Japanese; and 'Adzuma,
the Japanese Wife: a Play in Four Acts' (1893). During his travels
in Japan the Emperor decorated him with the Order of the Rising
Sun. In 1893 Sir Edwin was chosen President of the Birmingham
and Midland Institute. His latest volume, The Tenth Muse and
Other Poems,' appeared in 1895.
'The Light of Asia,' the most successful of his works, attracted
instant attention on its appearance, as a novelty of rich Indian local
color. In substance it is a graceful and dramatic paraphrase of the
mass of more or less legendary tales of the life and spiritual career of
the Buddha, Prince Gautama, and a summary of the principles of the
great religious system originating with him. It is lavishly embel-
lished with Indian allusions, and expresses incidentally the very
spirit of the East. In numerous cantos, proceeding from episode to
episode of its mystical hero's career, its effect is that of a loftily
ethical, picturesque, and fascinating biography, in highly polished
verse. The metre selected is a graceful and dignified one, especially
associated with 'Paradise Lost' and other of the foremost classics of
English verse. Sir Edwin says of the poem in his preface, "I have
sought, by the medium of an imaginary Buddhist votary, to depict
the life and character and indicate the philosophy of that noble hero
and reformer, Prince Gautama of India, the founder of Buddhism;"
and the poet has admirably, if most flatteringly, succeeded. The
poem has been printed in innumerable cheap editions as well as
those de luxe; and while it has been criticized as too complaisant
a study of even primitive Buddhism, it is beyond doubt a lyrical
tract of eminent utility as well as seductive charm.
THIS
THE YOUTH OF BUDDHA
From The Light of Asia'
HIS reverence
Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters,
Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech
Right gentle, yet so wise; princely of mien,
Yet softly mannered; modest, deferent,
And tender-hearted, though of fearless blood:
No bolder horseman in the youthful band
E'er rode in gay chase of the shy gazelles;
No keener driver of the chariot
In mimic contest scoured the palace courts:
Yet in mid-play the boy would oft-times pause,
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821
His half-won race because the laboring steeds
Fetched painful breath; or if his princely mates
Saddened to lose, or if some wistful dream
Swept o'er his thoughts. And ever with the years
Waxed this compassionateness of our Lord,
Even as a great tree grows from two soft leaves
To spread its shade afar; but hardly yet
Knew the young child of sorrow, pain, or tears,
Save as strange names for things not felt by kings,
Nor ever to be felt. But it befell
In the royal garden on a day of spring,
A flock of wild swans passed, voyaging north
To their nest-places on Himâla's breast.
Calling in love-notes down their snowy line
The bright birds flew, by fond love piloted;
And Devadatta, cousin of the Prince,
Pointed his bow, and loosed a willful shaft
Which found the wide wing of the foremost swan
Broad-spread to glide upon the free blue road,
So that it fell, the bitter arrow fixed,
Bright scarlet blood-gouts staining the pure plumes.
Which seeing, Prince Siddârtha took the bird
Tenderly up, rested it in his lap,-
Sitting with knees crossed, as Lord Buddha sits,-
And, soothing with a touch the wild thing's fright,
Composed its ruffled vans, calmed its quick heart,
Caressed it into peace with light kind palms
As soft as plantain leaves an hour unrolled;
And while the left hand held, the right hand drew
The cruel steel forth from the wound, and laid
Cool leaves and healing honey on the smart.
Yet all so little knew the boy of pain,
That curiously into his wrist he pressed
The arrow's barb, and winced to feel it sting,
And turned with tears to soothe his bird again.
Then some one came who said, "My Prince hath shot
A swan, which fell among the roses here;
He bids me pray you send it. Will you send? "
"Nay," quoth Siddartha: "If the bird were dead,
To send it to the slayer might be well,
But the swan lives; my cousin hath but killed
The godlike speed which throbbed in this white wing. "
And Devadatta answered, "The wild thing,
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'Twas no man's in the clouds, but fallen 'tis mine.
Give me my prize, fair cousin. " Then our Lord
Laid the swan's neck beside his own smooth cheek
And gravely spake: "Say no! the bird is mine,
The first of myriad things which shall be mine
By right of mercy and love's lordliness.
For now I know, by what within me stirs,
That I shall teach compassion unto men
And be a speechless world's interpreter,
Abating this accursed flood of woe,
Not man's alone; but if the Prince disputes,
Let him submit this matter to the wise
And we will wait their word. " So was it done;
In full divan the business had debate,
And many thought this thing and many that,
Till there arose an unknown priest who said,
"If life be aught, the savior of a life
Owns more the living thing than he can own
Who sought to slay; the slayer spoils and wastes,
The cherisher sustains: give him the bird. "
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Which judgment all found just; but when the King
Sought out the sage for honor, he was gone;
And some one saw a hooded snake glide forth.
The gods come oft-times thus! So our Lord Buddha
Began his works of mercy.
Yet not more
Knew he as yet of grief than that one bird's,
Which, being healed, went joyous to its kind.
But on another day the King said, "Come,
Sweet son! and see the pleasaunce of the spring,
And how the fruitful earth is wooed to yield
Its riches to the reaper; how my realm—
Which shall be thine when the pile flames for me-
Feeds all its mouths and keeps the King's chest filled.
Fair is the season with new leaves, bright blooms,
Green grass, and cries of plow-time. " So they rode
Into a land of wells and gardens, where,
All up and down the rich red loam, the steers
Strained their strong shoulders in the creaking yoke,
Dragging the plows; the fat soil rose and rolled
In smooth dark waves back from the plow; who drove
Planted both feet upon the leaping share
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823
The tinkle of the rippling water rang,
And where it ran the glad earth 'broidered it
With balsams and the spears of lemon-grass.
Elsewhere were sowers who went forth to sow;
And all the jungle laughed with nesting-songs,
And all the thickets rustled with small life
Of lizard, bee, beetle, and creeping things,
Pleased at the springtime. In the mango-sprays
The sunbirds flashed; alone at his green forge
Toiled the loud coppersmith; bee-eaters hawked,
Chasing the purple butterflies; beneath,
Striped squirrels raced, the mynas perked and picked,
The nine brown sisters chattered in the thorn,
The pied fish-tiger hung above the pool,
The egrets stalked among the buffaloes,
The kites sailed circles in the golden air;
About the painted temple peacocks flew,
The blue doves cooed from every well, far off
The village drums beat for some marriage feast;
All things spoke peace and plenty, and the Prince
Saw and rejoiced. But, looking deep, he saw
The thorns which grow upon this rose of life:
How the swart peasant sweated for his wage,
Toiling for leave to live; and how he urged
The great-eyed oxen through the flaming hours,
Goading their velvet flanks: then marked he, too,
How lizard fed on ant, and snake on him,
And kite on both; and how the fish-hawk robbed
The fish-tiger of that which it had seized;
The shrike chasing the bulbul, which did chase
The jeweled butterflies; till everywhere
Each slew a slayer and in turn was slain,
Life living upon death. So the fair show
Veiled one vast, savage, grim conspiracy
Of mutual murder, from the worm to man,
Who himself kills his fellow; seeing which
The hungry plowman and his laboring kine,
Their dewlaps blistered with the bitter yoke,
The rage to live which makes all living strife—
The Prince Siddartha sighed. "Is this," he said,
"That happy earth they brought me forth to see?
How salt with sweat the peasant's bread! how hard
The oxen's service! in the brake how fierce
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824
EDWIN ARNOLD
No refuge e'en in water. Go aside
A space, and let me muse on what ye show. "
So saying, the good Lord Buddha seated him
Under a jambu-tree, with ankles crossed,
As holy statues sit, and first began
To meditate this deep disease of life,
What its far source and whence its remedy.
So vast a pity filled him, such wide love
For living things, such passion to heal pain,
That by their stress his princely spirit passed
To ecstasy, and, purged from mortal taint
Of sense and self, the boy attained thereat
Dhyâna, first step of "the Path. "
THE PURE SACRIFICE OF BUDDHA
From The Light of Asia'
NWARD he passed,
Ο
Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men
Fear so to die they are afraid to fear,
Lust so to live they dare not love their life,
But plague it with fierce penances, belike
To please the gods who grudge pleasure to man;
Belike to balk hell by self-kindled hells;
Belike in holy madness, hoping soul
May break the better through their wasted flesh.
"O flowerets of the field! " Siddârtha said,
་་
"Who turn your tender faces to the sun,
Glad of the light, and grateful with sweet breath
Of fragrance and these robes of reverence donned,
Silver and gold and purple, · - none of ye
Miss perfect living, none of ye despoil
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Your happy beauty. O ye palms! which rise
Eager to pierce the sky and drink the wind
Blown from Malaya and the cool blue seas;
What secret know ye that ye grow content,
From time of tender shoot to time of fruit,
Murmuring such sun-songs from your feathered crowns?
Ye too, who dwell so merry in the trees,
Quick-darting parrots, bee-birds, bulbuls, doves, -
None of ye hate your life, none of ye deem
To strain to better by foregoing needs!
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825
And wisdom, nursed on blood, cometh thus forth
In self-tormentings! "
While the Master spake
Blew down the mount the dust of pattering feet,
White goats and black sheep winding slow their way
With many a lingering nibble at the tufts,
And wanderings from the path, where water gleamed
Or wild figs hung. But always as they strayed
The herdsman cried, or slung his sling, and kept
The silly crowd still moving to the plain.
A ewe with couplets in the flock there was:
Some hurt had lamed one lamb, which toiled behind
Bleeding, while in the front its fellow skipped,
And the vexed dam hither and thither ran,
Fearful to lose this little one or that;
Which when our Lord did mark, full tenderly
He took the limping lamb upon his neck,
Saying, "Poor wooly mother, be at peace!
Whither thou goest I will bear thy care;
'Twere all as good to ease one beast of grief
As sit and watch the sorrows of the world
In yonder caverns with the priests who pray. ”
"But," spake he of the herdsmen, "wherefore, friends!
Drive ye the flocks adown under high noon,
Since 'tis at evening that men fold their sheep? "
And answer gave the peasants:- "We are sent
To fetch a sacrifice of goats fivescore,
And fivescore sheep, the which our Lord the King
Slayeth this night in worship of his gods. "
Then said the Master, "I will also go! "
So paced he patiently, bearing the lamb.
Beside the herdsmen in the dust and sun,
The wistful ewe low bleating at his feet.
Whom, when they came unto the river-side,
A woman-dove-eyed, young, with tearful face
And lifted hands-saluted, bending low:-
"Lord! thou art he," she said, "who yesterday
Had pity on me in the fig grove here,
Where I live lone and reared my child; but he,
Straying amid the blossoms, found a snake,
Which twined about his wrist, while he did laugh
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EDWIN ARNOLD
Of that cold playmate. But alas!