Obrazy na stronie
PDF
ePub

last year, a new impulse had been given to his life by the arrival, at Odense, of a party of singers and performers of the Theatre Royal. He had not only seen a series of operas and tragedies, but also acted a part in them as page, shepherd, &c. He was persuaded that it was for the theatre he was born; it was there he was to become famous; and, having saved a small sum of money (about 30s.), he prayed and besought his mother that he might make a journey to Copenhagen, and see the greatest city in the world. With much regret, and after having consulted "a wise woman" on the subject, who predicted that " Odense would one day be illuminated in his honor," his mother consented to let him go. He was then fourteen; and he had only a letter to Madame Schall, the solo-dancer, from an old printer, who was not even acquainted with her, to depend upon for an introduction to the theatre.

"My mother packed up my clothes in a small bundle, and made a bargain with the driver of a post-carriage to take me back with him to Copenhagen for three rix-dollars banco. The afternoon on which we were to set out came, and my mother accompanied me to the city gate. There stood my old grandmother; in the last few years her beautiful hair had become grey; she fell upon my neck, and wept without being able to speak a word. I was myself deeply affected. And thus we parted. I saw her no more; she died in the following year. I do not even know her grave; she sleeps in the poor-house burial-ground."

His solitary journey came to a close on Monday morning, the 5th of September, 1819, when he saw for the first time the capital of his native land. On the following day he dressed himself in his confirmation suit (an old great-coat of his father's and a pair of creaking boots), and hastened to present his letter to Madame Schall. "Before I rang at the bell I fell on my knees before the door, and prayed God that I here might find help and support."

The dancer, who had not the slightest knowledge of the person from whom his introduction came, looked at him with great surprise, and asked what character he thought he could represent; he replied, Cinderella, which he had seen performed at Odense; and, drawing off his boots, and taking p his broad hat for a tambourine, he began to dance, and sing.

"Here below, nor rank nor riches,

Are exempt from pain and woe." His strange gestures and his great activity caused the lady to think him out of his mind, and she lost no time in getting rid of him. He met with equally bad success from the manager of the theatre, who told him "they only engaged people of education;" and after exhausting all his plans for obtaining employment, he remembered the name of Siboni, an Italian, who was the director of the academy of music in Copenhagen, and to him he made his last application, on the evening on which, had it been fruitless, he would have taken his passage back to Funen. Once more the friendless boy, with his deep trust in God and his poet's spirit, was called upon to show what talent he possessed. Siboni had that day a large dinner-party, and when he had heard the message which his housekeeper faithfully brought him, he and his guests went out to look at him.

They would have me to sing, and Siboni heard me attentively. I gave some scenes out of Holberg, and repeated a few poems; and then, all at once, the sense of my unhappy condition so overcame me that I burst into tears. The whole company applauded. 'I prophesy,' said the poet Baggesen, that one day something will come out of him; but do not be vain when some day the whole public shall applaud thee.'”

Siboni promised to cultivate his voice, and Professor Weyse, one of the party, the next day raised for him a small subscription; he wrote to his mother a letter full of joy, and began to learn German, that he might understand Siboni's instructions, who received him into his house. But, half a year afterwards, his voice was injured in consequence of being obliged to wear bad shoes in winter with no warm underclothing, and there was no longer any prospect of his becoming a fine singer; Siboni told him so candidly, and counselled him to go to Odense, and there learn a trade. In this great perplexity lay the steppingstones of a better fortune.

He remembered that the poet Guldberg, the brother of the colonel of that name, lived at Copenhagen; he wrote to him and related everything; then he went to him himself, and found him surrounded with books and tobacco-pipes. He received him kindly, and promised him some instruction in the Danish tongue; he also made him a

present of the profits of a small work he city of Zealand; his mother received a had just published; it became known, and joyful letter, and he only wished his father they exceeded one hundred rix-dollars and the old grandmother were alive to banco; the excellent Weyse, also, support- hear that he now went to the grammared him. Guldberg procured gratuitous school. lessons for him twice a week in Latin, and induced Lindgron, the comic actor, to give him instruction.

We have lingered over the records of Andersen's childhood as the most beautiful part of his story; they bring before us He occasionally acted some little part in with touching pathos the dawn of a purely a ballet or at the theatre; but at the end poetic existence, with all its peculiar tempof two years, all the money that had been tations to morbid sensitiveness, self-concencollected for him was expended, and his tration, and irritability; while at the same situation was very forlorn; "Yet," he says, time they show how truly it is a gift of "I did not feel the whole weight of my heavenly birth, raising those who possess it condition. Every person who spoke to me far above the sordid aims of mere earthly kindly I took for a faithful friend. God life, and preserving the unworldliness of was with me in my little room; and many the spirit amidst scenes which were most a night when I have said my evening pray- likely to sully its brightness. In proporer, I asked of Him like a child, Will tion, however, as this inner life developed things soon be better with me?'” itself and put forth its energies, he expeHis voice by degrees regained its rich-rienced the want of those spiritual defences sness; the singing-master of the choir-school which God has appointed to be a barrier heard it, and offered him a place in the round his fold. The heart of a child cryschool; but he displeased his friend Guld- ing " Abba, Father," he had undoubtedly Iberg by neglecting his Latin to go as often received in baptism, and its impulses to as possible to the theatre, for which he faith and love had gained vigor through wrote two plays, which were of course re-confirmation; but now no pastoral care was jected. At the close of the theatrical over him, he had no guide to give a definite season the managers wrote to dismiss him from the schools, which they said would not benefit him any longer, and they added a wish that some of his many friends would enable him to receive an education, without which talent availed nothing.

aim to his exertions, and to mould his moral being on the image of Christ; therefore the poetic gift was in him a source of deeper suffering than those who have it not can comprehend. His heart became like a noble instrument strung and tuned for The present conference councillor, Col- the melodies of heaven, on which rude and lin, one of the most distinguished men of unskilful hands were laid till some notes Denmark, was at that time director of the were jarred and some were silenced, so that Theatre Royal, and people universally told its destined purpose was unfulfilled; yet, Andersen that it would be the best thing when the wind and the summer air swept for him if he would interest himself in over it, the music they awoke showed how his favor. Collin was a man of business, perfect its workmanship had been. his conversation was grave and in few The rector of the grammar-school at words; he paid the young poet no compli- Slagelse was a man utterly unable to unments, but he in all sincerity thought for derstand his character; he took particular his advantage, and worked for it silently delight in turning him into ridicule, to till he had obtained means for his support which, from his want of previous training, and necessary instruction. He recom- he was of course exposed, although he rose mended him to King Frederic VI., who rapidly from his place, among the little granted to him a small sum annually for boys, to a respectable position amongst some years; and, by means of Collin also, those of his own age. After one bright the directors of the high schools allowed visit to his old home, when his mother rehim to receive free instruction in the gram-joiced over him, and all welcomed him mar-school at Slagelse, where just then a gladly and wondered at his good fortune, new, and, as was said an active rector was he became restless and desponding. As he appointed. He was to receive money quar- rose in the school, he felt the pressure upon terly from Collin, to apply to him in all him more strongly, and no degree of procases, and he it was who was to ascertain gress seemed to him commensurate with his industry and his progress. He travel- the kindness and expectations of those who led, with a good heart, towards the little were supporting him; he feared at last that

he had not the requisite ability for con- | had to bear, and he immediately removed tinued study, and was sinking into a state me from the school and from the rector's of utter wretchedness, when the single holiday of the year came round, and he went to Copenhagen on a visit to Admiral Wulff, whose wife felt for him the kindness of a mother, and whose children met him with cordiality; they dwelt in a portion of the castle of Amalienburg, and his chamber looked out into the square.

house. When, in taking leave of him, I thanked him for the kindness I had received from him, the passionate man cursed me, and ended by saying, that I should never become a student, that my verses would grow mouldy on the floor of the bookseller's shop, and that I myself should end my days in a mad house. I trembled to my "During my whole residence at Sla- innermost being, and left him. Several gelse," he continues, "I had scarcely writ-years afterwards, when my writings were ten more than four or five poems; during read, when the 'Improvisatore' first came my school-time at Helsingör (to which place out, I met him in Copenhagen; he offered he had removed with the rector) I wrote me his hand in a conciliatory manner, and only one single poem, 'The Dying Child,' said that he had erred respecting me, and a poem which of all my after works be- had treated me wrong; but it was now all came most popular and most widely circu- the same to me. The heavy, dark days lated. I read it to some acquaintance at had also produced their blessing on my Copenhagen; some were struck by it, but life." most of them only remarked my Funen dialect, which drops the d in every word. I was commended by many; but from the great number I only received a lecture on modesty, and that I should not get too great ideas of myself-I, who really at that time thought nothing of myself. At the house of Admiral Wulff I saw many men of the most distinguished talent, and, among them all, my mind paid the greatest homage to one, that was the poet, Adam Oehlenschläger. I heard his praise re-guished himself in several branches, espesound from every mouth around me, I looked up to him with the most pious faith. I was happy when one evening in a large, brilliantly-lighted drawing-room, where I deeply felt that my apparel was the shab-mark for his zeal in the northern languages biest there, and for that reason I concealed myself behind the long curtains Oehlenschläger came to me and offered me his hand. I could have fallen before him on my knees."

On his return to the school, the rector, who had heard of his reading one of his poems in company, looked at him with a penetrating glance, and commanded him to bring him the poem, when, if he found in it one ray of genius, he would forgive him. "I tremblingly brought him," says Andersen, "The Dying Child ;' he read it, and pronounced it to be sentimentality and idle trash. He gave way freely to his anger. From that day forward my situation was more unfortunate than ever; I suffered so severely in my mind, that I was very near sinking under it. That was the darkest, the most unhappy time in my life. Just then, one of the masters went to Copenhagen, and related to Collin exactly what I

Andersen now entered on a kind of student life, which reflects much honor on the customs of his native country; he had a certain sum allowed for his support, and hired a small garret, but as instruction was to be paid for, he had to make savings in other ways. A few families gave him a place at their tables on certain days of the week; he was a sort of boarder, as many another poor student in Copenhagen is still. He studied industriously; he had distin

cially in mathematics, at Helsingör, and everything now tended to assist him in his Latin and Greek Studies. A young man who afterwards became celebrated in Den

and in history, was his teacher, "and in one direction, and that the one in which it would least have been expected," says Andersen, "did my excellent teacher find much to do, namely-in religion. He closely adhered to the literal meaning of the Bible; with this I was acquainted, because, from my first entrance in the school, I had clearly understood what was said and taught by it. I received gladly, both with feeling and understanding, the doctrine, that God is love; everything which opposed this-a burning hell, therefore, whose fire endured for ever I could not recognise." His religious creed, in fact, seems to have consisted of theories of his own imagining. which he further explains in the following words :

"That which, on the contrary, was an error in me, and which became very perceptible, was a pleasure which I had, not in jesting with, but in playing with, my best

feelings, and in regarding the understand-be open to me; I flew from circle to circle. ing as the most important thing in the Still, however, I devoted myself industriworld. The rector had completely mistak-ously to study, so that, in September, 1829, en my undisguisedly candid and sensitive I passed my examen philologicum et philocharacter: my excitable feelings were made sophicum, and brought out the first collectridiculous, and thrown back upon them-ed edition of my poems, which met with selves; and now, when I could freely ad-great praise. Life lay bright before me." vance upon my way to my object, this Andersen devoted his first literary proceeds change showed itself in me. From severe to a journey through Jutland, whose wild suffering I did not pass into libertinism, and impressive scenery made a deep imbut into an erroneous endeavor to appear pression on his mind, and this he afterwards other than I was. I ridiculed feeling, and exquisitely described in his novel of O. J. fancied that I had quite thrown it aside: Poems sprang forth upon paper, while he and yet I could be made wretched for a passed many weeks a welcome guest at the whole day if I met with a sour countenance country-houses of several opulent families, where I expected a friendly one. Every but of the comic there were fewer and fewer. poem which I had formerly written with tears I now parodied, or gave to it a ludi

Crous refrain."

It may be remembered, that Jean Paul Richter, during the corresponding stage of his journey through life, while he was struggling with neglect and bitter poverty, wrote nothing but comic poems and satires,! though his works were afterwards distinguished by fervor of feeling and pathos of expression.

---

[ocr errors]

In September, 1828, Andersen passed his examination, and published his first work, A Journey on foot to Anock," on his own account, no publisher having courage to undertake it: he describes it as a peculiar, humorous book, which fully exhibited his own individual character at that time, his disposition to sport with everything, and to jest in tears over his own feelings, a fantastic, gaily-colored tapestry-work." In a few days after its appearance, the impression was sold. Publisher Keitzel bought from him the second edition, and after a while he had the third, and, besides this, the work was reprinted in Sweden. Everybody read his book, and he heard nothing but praise; he was a "student," and had attained the highest goal of his wishes. He was in a whirl of joy, and in this state he wrote his first dramatic work, "Love on the Nicholas Tower; or, What says the Pit ?"

It was unsuccessful because it satirized that which no longer existed--the shows of the middle ages, and rather ridiculed the enthusiasm for the vaudeville, which then prevailed at Copenhagen. His fellow-students, however, received the piece with acclamations: they were proud of him.

"I was now," he adds, a happy human being. I possessed the soul of a poet and the heart of youth; all houses began to

"In the course of my journey," he says, "I arrived at the house of a rich family, in a small city, and here suddenly a new world opened upon me,-an immense world, which yet could be contained in four lines which I wrote at that time :

A pair of dark eyes fixed my sight,

They were my world, my home, my delight,
The soul beamed in them, and childlike peace;
And never on earth will their memory cease.'

"New plans of life occupied me, I would
give up writing poetry,-to what could it
lead? I would study theology, and be-
came a preacher; I had only one thought,
and that was she. But it was self-delusion;
she loved another; she married him. It
was not till several years later that I felt
and acknowledged that it was best, both
for her and for myself, that things had
She had no idea,
fallen out as they were.
perhaps, how deep my feeling for her had
been, or what an influence it produced in
She had become the excellent wife
me.
of a good man, and a happy mother. God's
blessing rest upon her!"

With this extract we close our account of the childhood and youth of Hans Christian Andersen. He at all times wrote from the heart, and his next work, "Fancies and Sketches," bore satisfactory evidences of the change which an honorable though unrequited attachment had wrought in him. He received, after some time, a stipend from the Danish Government for travelling, and his descriptions of the many distinguished men of letters whom he met with both at home and abroad, with his beautiful account of Jenny Lind, form an interesting portion of the rest of his book, which was written at Vernet, in the Pyrenees, in July, 1846, when he had attained to a high place amongst the best beloved and most honored of the northern poets.

From Bentley's Miscellany.

VISIT TO HIS HIGHNESS RAJAH BROOKE, AT SARAWAK.

BY PETER MCQUHAE, CAPTAIN OF HER MAJESTY'S SHIP DÆDALUS.

between the wish to be honest and that to deceive, betray, and plunder. He evinced the most unimpeachable integrity, the most rigid justice in protecting the poor man from the tyranny and exactions of the more powerful chief; and he showed his little kingdom that the administration of

On the 18th July, 1845, H.M. squadron, | motives of the different chiefs with whom consisting of one line-of-battle ship, two his innumerable negotiations had to be frigates, three brigs, and one steamer, conducted; and in an extraordinary degree under the command of Admiral Sir Thomas he possessed the power of discriminating Cochrane, got under way, formed order of sailing in two columns, and proceeded to beat down the Straits of Malacca. After several days' sailing, a fierce Sumatra squall was encountered, which brought the squadron in two compact lines to an anchor off the Buffalo rocks in very deep water. Some cause prevented the commander-in-law was as inflexible in its operation tochief from approaching nearer to the town of Singapore. Supplies of bread and water having been brought out by an iron steamer, the Pluto, Mr. Brooke, Rajah of Saràwak, and Capt. Bethune, the commissioners for the affairs of Borneo, having embarked in the flag-ship, a brig of war detached to New Zealand-once more the order of sailing was formed, and the force proceeded down the straits of Singapore en route for Borneo.

That immense, unexplored, and littleknown island has, since the occupation of Singapore by the British, as a natural consequence become of daily increasing importance, and the settlement on that fine and navigable river, the Sarawak, under the rajahship of Mr. Brooke, bids fair to produce results, which, even in his most sanguine moments, he could scarcely have anticipated.

wards the great men of the country as towards the more humble of his subjects;and all this he carried into effect by mildness of manner and gentleness of rule.

He has gained the love and affection of many; he has incurred the hatred of some, and is hourly exposed to the sanguinary vengeance of the leaders, whose riches were gathered amidst murder and plunder from the unfortunate crew of some betrayed or shipwrecked vessel, and who have foresight sufficient to perceive that if settlements similar to that on the Sarawak should be extended along the north-west coast of the island, their bloody occupation is gone. They therefore endeavor to hinder, as far as in them lies, the good which is flowing from the noble and brilliant example of his highness the Rajah of Saràwak, of whom Great Britain has reason to be proud. It is for the British government It is hardly possible to speak of this to afford that countenance and protection gentleman in terms of sufficient force to which shall be necessary to prevent the inconvey an idea of what has already been terference of others, who from jealousy may accomplished by his talents, courage, per- wish by intrigues to interrupt, if not to deseverance, judgment, and integrity. It re- stroy the great moral lesson now first exquired moral courage of a high order, inhibited amongst these wild people, and the face of difficulties to the minds of most men insurmountable, to bring the wild, piratical, and treacherous Malay, and the still more savage race, the Dyak tribes, not only to listen to the voice of reason, but to become amenable to its laws under his government. His perseverance was great under trials, disappointments, and provocations of a nature to damp the energy of the most enthusiastic philanthropist that ever undertook to ameliorate the condition of his fellow man. His judgment has been rarely excelled in discovering the secret

in regions hitherto shrouded in the darkest clouds of heathenism and barbarity, amongst a people by whom piracy, murder, and plunder are not considered as crimes, but as the common acts of a profession which their forefathers followed, which they have been taught to look upon from their earliest days as the only true occupation, in which they may rise according to the number and atrocity of their cruelties.

Not long since several wretches were convicted at Singapore, on the clearest evidence, and condemned to death for

« PoprzedniaDalej »