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her return from school, she went to assist the | ible with modern taste, and the fustian bag in cook (their only servant) in the household which she carried her books to school, was, in affairs; for, her father being wholly immersed his eyes, the grave of all poetry. Moreover, he in his studies, and her mother having died some saw her every morning give out the things for years before, the entire care of the household | the daily use of the household, handle the fish, was thrown on her. After their frugal dinner examine the fruit that was brought for sale, she sat down to the piano to play some old bargain for it long, and pay the people in copper sonata, or sing a song out of the well-known money. He observed, too, that she always wore collection called “ Arion.” Sometimes her father the same cotton dress on week days, and a white took her a walk, but in general the professor cambric muslin frock on Sundays; and although preferred smoking his cigar of an evening, and she looked like an angel in this dress, and was seeking what he was pleased to call relaxation an object of admiration to the whole university, in the pages of some scientifre journal. Lott- from the rector down to the youngest student, chen had therefore no other alternative than to the baron still remembered to his discomfort that retire to her room and con over her lessons for she had herself made, and washed, and ironed the next day, or write a note to a female friend, this dress, and that the kept it like the apple of or study a pattern for embroidery, or read her her eye, because she had no other. And when favorite poet. But sometimes the pen would she retired to her own room of an evening, and stop, or the book drop from her hand, and she the light glimmered from behind the muslin seemed as if overpowered by some anxious curtains — alas ! instead of soaring on the wings although pleasing presentiment, and whilst she of fancy, and penetrating in spirit into this little sat thus listlessly, a smile would play over her world of peace and purity, the baron only dwelt childlike countenance, or an involuntary tear on the fact that that mysterious glimmering light course down her cheek. All of a sudden she proceeded from a tallow candle, and that the bed would start up, the shadow of her slender figure occupied by this angelic child was made of plain appeared on the curtains, the light was extin- deal, that the sheets were coarse ticken, and that guished, and deep silence reigned in the profes- perhaps, before she lay down for the night, she sor's dwelling. It was night.

spread over it a worn-out shawl. What more could our young friend wish for ? Notwithstanding all this, however, the baron Was that lovely face, that modest carriage, that took advantage of his rights of neighbourhood, expressive eye, and all the atmosphere of poetry and paid a formal visit to the professor on a holithat floated round the German maiden was day, exactly as the clock was striking twelve. all this insufficient to attract his attention, or fix Having paid no small attention to his toilette on his affections ? Unfortunately, our student had this occasion, he was a little annoyed on entering been born a baron, and a German baron. A the ante-room, only to catch a glimpse of the long coat of arms blazoned in the aisle of the professor's daughter as she went out of the oppo• village cathedral” of Fuhrenheim, proclaimed site door. the length of his descent, and the unmixed “My young friend,” said the learned Doctor purity of his blood ; and in addition to this, our Utriusque, after the usual greetings had passed, German baron was heir to a large property (a and he had shoved aside a bundle of musty paphenomenon becoming daily of more unfrequent pers, “you are welcome. You are a Cameralist, occurrence). These two circumstances, coupled as it seems ? ” with naturally aristocratic propensities, produced "I beg pardon - a Diplomat." in him an unconquerable aversion to the slight Ah, diplomutiæ cullor! You attend, then, est contact with the miseries of every-day life the lectures of my learned friend and colleague, and limited means. The unhappy youth adorned Doctor Becker.” the ideal being that floated before his eyes as his “ Yes sir." future partner in life, with his baronial coronet, “I hope you study diligently." and clothed her delicate form in “mousseline de - Sometimes.” laine” or “gros de Naples” of the newest fash “Study, my young friend. Kạowledge conion; he spread English carpets under her feet, tains the germ of every thing good and great. and put into her mouth, mixed up with the lan- Do not waste your time with trifles. Time is guage of passionate love that his soul craved for, the most valuable thing we possess.

Ars longa the thoughtless and heartless small talk of the vita brevis. You are our neighbour, I see.”

“I have that honor.” It was no wonder that with such views, al “Come, and call on me whenever you like, though not quite indifferent, he could still look sans ceremonie. This is not the capital, and I with calmness on his beautiful neighbour. Her am not given to long speeches; but if I can be plain muslin cap seemed to him quite incompat- of any use to you, I shall be most happy to serve


great world.

you. I possess some of the rarest editions. Yes, | pelled to practise the most rigid economy, in the my young friend,” added the professor, with a housekeeping and in her own person. This, howself-satisfied smile, “works that are not easily ever, never occurred to the baron. found. Let us be good neighbours." And he The taste of a glass of wine, especially good held out his hand to the student with unaffected wine, always inspires a German; under its incordiality.

fluence he seems to grow young again; he begins “Do you know what?” added the professor, to talk and to open his heart; and as a child reafter a pause, “ if you do n't think it a bore to joices in its playthings, so does a German in the chat with an old man, come and dine with us to remembrance of bygone days. And thus two day.”

hours fled unnoticed. The professor told of his Contrary to his usual habits of thinking, the examination, his studies, his first connexions with baron was at first pleased at this invitation. “I his learned colleagues, his youthful follies, his shall see his,” thought he to himself; and then mute love, his matriage, his retired and laborious immediately afterwards added, “ perhaps this life, and ended with a tribute of tears, offered to walking folio only wants to bring me into con the memory of his much-loved, true, and nevertact with his daughter; maybe he is at this very to-be-forgotten wife, the partner of all his joys moment looking forward to a marriage, and spec- and woes. ulating on my fortune. No doubt he has found The student listened attentively; the nobler out that I weigh pretty heavy.”

part of his nature comprehended and sympaThe truth was, the honest professor had not thized with, the better part of the simple life of the slightest idea of the fact. He was a friend the German Professor. By an involuntary of the students, and took a pleasure in assisting transition his eyes became fixed on the tranquil them when and how he could. The baron, how- expression of the youthful maiden's countenance. ever, accepted the invitation, but took his leave So much innate beatitude, so much epic tranquilfor the present. At the proper time he made lity was reflected there, that every unquiet emohis appearance again, and found the fat cook- tion was stilled in her presence, and all mundane maid in the act of laying the dinner-table, whilst thoughts purified by the atmosphere that surthe professor was walking up and down the room rounded this graceful being. Two opposite feelin his long olive-green surtout and a snow-white ings took possession of the baron, the contest neck-cloth. Lottchen was seated in one of the between which sorely puzzled him. When he windows, knitting, and as their guest entered looked at Lottchen he felt that he must love her, the room, she blushed deeply, rose from her seat, but when he thought of the sphere in which she and made a somewhat awkward courtesy. The moved, he thought he could not love her. Withprofessor commenced a scientific discourse on the out her, he felt unhappy; near her, not at ease. weather, and then invited his guest to sit down Sometimes gazing earnestly into her dark blue to table. The maid brought in a large tureen-eyes, he transported her with him into those full of soup, groats swimming in milk, of which magic realms of fancy, where all is harmony the professor partook with evident appetite, and and bliss; and then his dreams would be annihis daughter too; but the baron swallowed his hilated by the prosaic reality before him. The mess with bitter feelings. A bad dinner is a bad cotton dress, the tallow candle, the groat soup, thing at all times, but especially when one is and certain complaints of the dearness of articles hungry, and even in the presence of a beloved of food, let fall by this simple girl — all came with object; perhaps it is because love soon flies away, an icy chillness over his heart, like the north but hunger always remains with us. After the wind sighing over the steppes. soup came a piece of meat, swimming in a lake And thus our baron went on from day to day, of butter, with roast potatoes, and the dinner making every morning a fresh resolution to disended with thin omelettes and some cheese. continue his visits to the professor's house, and The conversation during dinner had been equal finding himself as certainly there the same afterly scanty, being confined to invitations to partake noon, either drinking Rhine wine and smoking of sauce, milk, or powdered sugar.

cigars with the old man, or playing four-handed “ Now, then, Lottchen,” said the professor, sonatas with his daughter. Some months thus “bring up a bottle in honor of our young friend elapsed, and all sorts of tea-table gossip on the here."

subject were whispered round the town, anLottchen went, and returned in a few minutes nouncing, with divers commentaries and addiwith a long-necked flask of old Rhenish wine, oftions, the baron as Lottchen's betrothed. These which the professor, like all learned people, was reports came to his ears at length, and his honora great fancier. Rhine wine and cigars were able feelings were much outraged by this idle the only luxuries in which he indulged, and to gossip. In his eyes, matrimony appeared like a procure this earthly bliss, his daughter was com far-distant haven, to be steered for only after a

long voyage on the sea of life, the navigation of commerces, and processions by torch-light, and which he had hardly as yet entered on. And Fuhrenheim was scarcely ever at home. One yet the idea that another might marry Lottchen evening, a crowd of half-drunken Burschen aswas most disagreeable to him. To his honor be sembled under the windows of the professor's it said, he did struggle with this thought, because, lodging. A student stood up to harangue, and, perhaps, he still felt that youthful enthusiasm for after a long speech, it became evident that his virtue, which unfortunately wears away as years object was to incite the students to give the proadvance, but too often.

fessor a “ Pereat,” in revenge for his having, a All of a sudden he gave up his visits at the short time before, ordered the speaker to desist professor's, and plunged headlong into all the from interrupting his lecture by scratching on dissipation of a student life. The young baron the floor. Suddenly the speaker was interrupted went the most extensive lengths in every kind and brought to silence by another, who expaof excess. With his cap perched on one ear, tiated, in warm and eloquent language, on the and his schläger in his hand, he spent whole professor's kindness to the students, and how days in the fencing school, and commenced well he deserved at their hands. The tide was walking arm in arm with the most desperate turned; a voice in the crowd shouted out, Renommists. His hitherto obscure name was “Fuhrenheim is right! the old man has a pretty soon heard at every corner; the Foxes stared daughter. Vivat !” at him, with reverential awe, and the daughters “ Vivat! crescat! floreat in eternum !” shouted of the townspeople with evident curiosity. But the Burschen, in concert. however much he tried to fall in love, and how The first speaker made his way up to Fuhrenever easy it generally is to do so at his age, he heim, for it was indeed he who had put him to could not find one girl amongst them to please silence. A few words were hastily exchanged him. One was pretty, but a baker's daughter; in a low tone; some of the others appeared to another was in every respect a lovely creature, interpose such words as “Geschärfte forderung"* but he observed, one day, that her aristocrat- -"to come off this week” –“Fuhrenheim has ically beautiful hands were very ignobly dirty ; | to fix the day” — were heard amongst the crowd. a third was too short and fat; a fourth too tall At this moment the professor came to the winand thin; one was too “blonde,” another too dow, and there was immediate silence below. “ brunette ;” in short, after having gone through He thanked the students, his voice trembling the entire phalanx of civic beauties, he found with emotion; he expressed the deep interest that the tenderest feelings of his heart remained he felt in their welfare; spoke of his own acafixed on the professor's daughter. And even demic career, and said that his greatest consolashe could fix his affections only at intervals, be- tion was the hope that his labors in behalf of his cause something prosaic in her associations or young friends were not thrown away. He conposition every now and then disgusted him. cluded with an invitation to the students, and

Meanwhile her retired and monotonous exist- his speech was loudly applauded. A heap of ence continued as before. She, however, ap- burning torches was piled up before the house, peared carefully to avoid meeting the baron in and the students poured into the professor's the streets, and she spent more of her time than rooms, and set too heartily at his Rhine wine usual alone, in her own room. Fuhrenheim fan- and cigars. The old man was in childish glee, cied once or twice, when she did meet him, that and almost emptied his cellar. At length, as the she appeared displeased with him, and he was bottles emptied, his house was cleared. annoyed. “What right has she to be angry One morning that same week, Fuhrenheim with me ?” thought he, although most probably was brought home with a deep wound on bis if she had appeared indifferent, he would have breast, reaching up to his shoulder; he was been still more annoyed. And thus for some seized with violent fever, and in his dreams he time his life was spent in a tumult of dissipation, often fancied that he heard Lottchen's voice, and the vain endeavour to forget himself. In the and that her face flitted before him. One day morning, he listened, perhaps, with half atten as he awoke with a deep sigh, he heard a hasty tion, to a lecture, and from thence he went to rustling through the room, as if of a female dress. the dangerous exercises of the “ Fecht Boden.” He looked round, and the professor stood before In the afternoon, he made excursions into the him — country, with a host of wild companions, who “A severe wound, my young friend; must returned with him late at night, to wake up the have been a diagonal hurt;' we were really sleeping citizens with their Bacchanalian songs

. much alarmed for you. Just let us know if you The anniversary of the foundation of the uni- wish for any thing." versity occurred about this time. The students celebrated the event as usual, with cavalcades, * A duel carried to greater lengths than usual.

Fuhrenheim nodded thanks, and the professor and it was absolutely necessary that he should took his leave. Three weary months was the return home to arrange his affairs.

His acayouth confined to bed, and although his pretty demic career was at an end. Fuhrenheim now, neighbour never showed herself, still her care once more wholly engrossed by egotistic feelings, and attention was visible in every thing. Light made immediate preparations for his journey, food, fresh linen, amusing books, the flowers of and the third day from the receipt of the letter the season, all those little luxuries never thought was fixed for his departure. The pleasing prozof by a heedless bachelor, were offered daily to pect of riches, honors, and distinction were bethe sick man in the professor's name, and soothed fore him, and he hastened to take leave of all his lonely hours. Lottchen was the invisible his acquaintance. When he informed the proguardian that hovered round him, and all his fessor of the change in his prospects and his thoughts were involuntarily directed towards altered position, and thanked him, at parting, her. She herself had become so accustomed to for all his kindness, the old man was visibly this tender solicitude, and felt so happy in setting affected. He had attached himself to the youth down the secret inclination of her heart to the as to a son, and never dreamt of the possibility score of mere compassion, that it almost seemed of their being separated. The baron, not findto her as if she had been deprived of an enjoy- ing Lottchen at home, begged of her father to ment, when Fuhrenheim appeared, on his recon salute her in his name, and to assure her that he valescence, to pay his first visit to the professor, would never forget her; most probably she bad and thank his neighbour for all her kindness. purposely avoided the pain of meeting and part

Tired of his Burschen extravagances, the ing. young baron now began, to the delight of his On the morning of the day fixed for his deworthy old friend, to apply himself in earnest to parture, all the students, with whom Fuhrenhis studies. His long illness and his severe appli- heim was a general favourite, assembled in the cation drove by degrees all his baronial pride market-place, to give him the usual convoy on out of his head; he acquired a truer estimate of his journey. The baron appeared for the last life, and forgot his foolish prejudices. He be- time in his Burschen costume, two of the elder came more and more intimate with the professor, students sat with him in his carriage, the reand in the end truly attached to him. Lottchen mainder formed a cavalcade on horseback and he loved like a sister; their intimacy was never in carriages, and they moved on, singing the disturbed by any accident that might have fanned touching strophes of that beautiful “Burschen the latent spark of passion to a blaze. They lied”seemed created for one another, although they

"Es zieht der Bursch in's weite did not appear to think so. In his leisure hours

Sie geben ihm das geleite,” &c. &c. he played the piano with her, or read about her favorite poet. She loved Schiller, and he was There was an air of melancholy in these tones, an ardent admirer of Goethe ; and this differ- reminding one of a funeral dirge; and does not ence of opinion sometimes led to warm discus- the parting comrade sink all his youthful fire, sions between them. Though habitually much all his joyous “insouciance,” and the entire together, their tone of feeling seldom harmonized, poetry of his life, into the darkness of the grave, for strangely enough, when he was angry, she as he passes into the cold and stern realities of got into high spirits; but if he was merry, she life? The baron sat silently in a corner of his became pensive; however, they were generally carriage, engrossed in his own thoughts: a thouunspeakably happy and light of heart in each sand contradictory feelings agitated his breast; other's society.

well-known faces appeared at every window, The baron was puzzled by these contradictory and saluted the Burschen with melancholy feelings which he could not account for, and still smiles. As they passed the professor's house, he felt himself irresistibly attracted towards his Fuhrenheim looked up. She stood at the winfair neighbour; for even when engaged in study, dow, dressed in her white frock, as if in gala for he would suddenly leave his books, walk to the the occasion. She looked paler than usual, and window, look at Lottchen for a moment, and her arms hung listlessly by her side; the baron then turn away and seat himself at his desk. saluted her, but she did not appear to remark it, This was, however, all in all the happiest period but grew still paler, and fixed her eyes on the of his life, and would probably have induced a long cavalcade, as if she hoped to see it stopped total change in his habits of thinking, if another by some miracle. At length a flood of tears accident had not occurred, which spoiled all. burst forth, and streamed down her pale cheeks.

The baron received news of the death of his Fuhrenheim turned round at the moment, and predecessor in the property. He was now mas- immediately comprehended her distress. A sharp ter of a large fortune, and head of the family; I and sudden pang passed through his soul — " She

loves!” thought he, and his head sunk on his or with romantic ideas of the good he might breast. And the cavalcade moved on slowly, have it in his power to do for his fellow-subjects; and the solemn tones of the parting song echoed on the contrary, he was simply convinced that it through the streets, until at length it passed out was the way to attain his own particular ends and of the city gate, and all was still.

objects, and if he did that he wanted nothing more.

The Russian frequently bears ill-will to his CHAPTER III.

German brother because the latter almost always

makes out a snug place for himself under governIf a Russian has been given to drinking up to ment, and attains to what the Russian only expects his twenty-fifth year, he remains a drunkard for and hopes for. But is it not his own fault? The the rest of his life. Not so a German. It fre- German pursues his object steadily; the Russian quently occurs that a German gets drunk every soon loses sight of it. The former strives perday of his life up to the end of his twenty-fourth severingly and indefatigably; the latter wastes year; but on the first day of the twenty-fifth, all his energy at the commencement of his cawhen he has slept away the effects of bis over reer, and then wastes the rest of his life in idle night debauch, he becomes all of a sudden a despondency. Is it then a wonder that the sober man, and drinks nothing but water for the German should distance the Russian in the race rest of his days. Yesterday he was a regular of competition, and snatch away out of the very scamp, full of tricks and wantonness; to-morrow mouth of the latter the employments and dishe is a settled, steady man. Yesterday he was tinctions that he so ardently covets? The baron an arrogant, careless “Bursch,” scattering his chose an advantageous branch of the public sermoney right and left ; to-morrow he is a discreet vice; he sacrificed salary to the chances of " Philister," making a profit out of everything he quicker promotion; he acquired the friendship undertakes. In fact, the passions of a German of the chef-du-departement; flattered the direcare confined to regular periods, like an inevita- tor, and obtained the good graces of the minisble toll, that must be paid at certain stations on ter. It seemed as if he had been born expresshis journey through life. This peculiarity of the ly to fill his official uniform, to work in an office, German character is most observable at the close and to sit at a desk. He was polite to the cashof his “university life.” One of my fellow-stu- ier, the accountant, and the protocolist ; he gave dents at a German university was so desperate liberal presents to the porters and messengersa duellist that his body was completely covered in a word, although he really did but little, he with wounds. Even the very tapsters professed neverthelesss contrived, in a short time to get that they had never seen a man that could drink the name of being an excellent man of business. so much. I never saw his equal as a gambler. The baron pursued the same system of tactics He was a regular Don Juan amongst the ladies, in the "grand monde.” He never appeared but and his exploits were constantly involving him in in full saloon dress, except when obliged to scrapes. Moreover, up to the very day of his wear his official costume. As in duty bound, he leaving the university, he was a dreadful blas began with the old dowagers; listened to them phemer. But as we drank our parting glass to with reverence and attention, cloaked and gether, a sudden change came over him; his shawled them, and paid them regular visits. heart was softened, a tear stole down his cheek He was most tasteful in his selection of birthand mingled with the sparkling wine, and he ex- day presents, and he played whist with them, claimed “ Adieu, golden youth!” The next day and always lost. Of course, the birth-day he entered on his duty as pastor of a parish in a presents and the losses at whist were always remote country: be preached, heard confessions, duly proportioned to the degree of influence and distributed the sacrament; and looked back possessed by his old protectresses, who were all to his former life as to a dream that had long of them enchanted with him. Next to these since passed away.

Fuhrenheim turned his attention to the fashionAnd thus it happened with Fuhrenheim. The able beauties of the day, and although, to say fiery student became a calculating diplomatist, the truth, they were by no means to his taste, he and he determined to settle himself at St. Peters-still made it a point to be on good terms with burgh, in the persuasion that the only two roads them, and thereby fortify his position in society. by which he could hope to attain the objects of He would sink gracefully in a chair alongside of his ambition and the gratification of his vanity, them, and whisper into their ears all sorts of namely, the public service and the “societé du small talk about nothing, appearing all the time grand monde,” had both of them their starting to be deeply engaged in carnest conversation points in the capital. It, however, never enter-with them. The ladies laughed the moment he ed into his head to deceive himself with false opened his mouth, no matter whether what he notions of its being his duty to serve his country, said was witty or not; and one followed the oth

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