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very much astonislied and considerably disgusted: 1 to be sure that Mr. Ulm Neil was left in no mist what. “ The fortune from home,” about which their imagina- ever concerning what Mr. Blank Three wished from tion played, was a pittance much smaller than the profit his pen. of bonnet-making would have been for a single season ; | Then the impalpable“ Co.," with ethereal pose in the nevertheless it was sufficient to provide for her child's air, spoke his piece. In his tastes and sensibilities, not and her own wants for several months, while she em- to mention his mind, he had nothing in common with ployed her energies upon more congenial tasks.
realism in literature. He could truthfully remark that It was during the Christmas holidays that Agnes re- he despised it. In nine instances out of ten, realism ceived from Blank, Blank & Co. a letter which de was simply literalism. Fiction was the realm of rocided what her work for the coming year was to be. mance. The House were aware that he failed to see It was a business letter, personally gracious, positively in Ulm Neil anything which its other members saw. a “feeler," yet delightfully non-committal. It admitted Surely he was not a creator; he was not an inventor; that “ Basil : A Boy” was having “a fair sale," suffi he was not even a revelator ; he was simply a copyist, ciently fair indeed to induce them to propose to Ulm using other people's pigments. “Basil : A Boy” might Neil that he use the same insight, sympathy, and de do for a boy of an ichorous sort. The hand that limned lineating power which he had expended on boy-life and him could never paint a man par to the gods, or a a boy, in characterization of a more complex sort; in woman aerial as Undine, the only types meet to live in depicting men and women in their interplay upon each ideal literature. He had nothing to suggest to a writer other, while held together by a net-work of interesting / who would never surpass elemental lines, or the crudcircumstances. The power displayed in the embodi est forms of material character ; who would never soar ment of " Basil : A Boy” indicated subtler and acuter above the dead level of every-day things. In the depower in reserve, waiting encouragement and a subject / sire of the House to obtain a second book from such a to reveal itself in complete manifestation and assured writer he acquiesced with the House, but he wished success. Therefore Blank, Blank & Co. would venture the House to observe it was not without protest; and upon a few suggestions. Then followed “hints" for he would further remark that an ambitious book from one of those impossible books wherewith the best of so crude a pen, in his opinion, would prove to the publishers are fain to drive their authors stark mad in House a dead failure. advance, at the bare thought of producing. This one! The result of this combined conference of Blank, being the joint product of a trinity of heads as incon Blank & Co. went into the letter that penetrated the glomerate as so many repelling metal balls, all striking log-house at the Pinnacle. Considering the opposite toward a common centre of success, but by a route dis- elements of opinion which entered into it, it is not tinct and constitutionally opposite.
strange that it seemed doubly cautious and devoid of Mr. Blank One wanted a book “racy, strong, smack all positive praise, even for a publishers' letter. Nevering of the soil, strikingly original.” Mr. Blank Two theless it contained a certain request for an impossible wanted a story of common life told in an uncominon book — a book not sensational, yet thrilling with sensaway, the opposite of commonplace, though entirely de- tion; a book real, yet equally ideal; a book uncommon voted to common things. He wanted every sentence about common things ; a book with wings to soar into filled with delicate touches, so delicate yet so astonish- | the empyrean of romance; a book furthermore piquant, ing that unawares they would take the reader's breath pathetic, witty, humorous, spicy, brilliant, taking, readaway, and when he caught it again the first use that he able, absorbing, and, beyond and above everything, a would make of it would be to say, “ Nobody ever said book that would be certain to sell. such an uncommon thing before about such a common “I cannot write such a book,” replied Agnes simply thing."
to these formidable Blanks, whom she had never seen, Mr. Blank Two thought well of Ulm Neil, but by no but whose supposed images made her quake. “I am means so well as did Mr. Blank One. There were not certain at all that I can write any book that men whole pages in “ Basil : A Boy” that bore internal 1 and women will care to read, but I can try. I am not at evidence of having been written when the writer was all sure that I can tell a story, but I know that I can very tired indeed. They were languid, discouraged, tell the truth. If you wish me to do so I will begin at tame. He really could not understand how his senior once, and call it, “The Annals of a Quiet City.'” saw a success so surely in a second venture from the On the receipt of this letter from Ulm Neil, the sensame hand. But he must warn Mr. Neil against tame- | ior publisher went and took a fresh look at the accounts ness, minute description, and tell him to be sure to of “ Basil: A Boy," and then on his own responsispeak of common things in an uncommon way, if he bility, and out of the faith in his individual soul, just reintended to make an incisive mark in the world of letters. freshed and made stronger, surely, by a glance at his
Mr. Blank Three coincided with Mr. Blank One. cash account, he wrote to Ulm Neil : “ Go on and There were indications – mind, he claimed “ nothing write just what is in you-out; be sure of that; then more than indications” – in this first book of a far | I'll be sure, when you get it done, to sell fifty thousand higher level of power which the writer might attain in copies of your book. Pin this up before you and look a second, if he chose. These indications he mentioned at it when you get discouraged — as you will. Everywithout the slightest exaggeration. Then if they were body does. that has anything in his head and heart never fulfilled, his colleagues would be moved to a less worth getting out. If it's worth anything, it is bedded emphatic “ I told you so.” He did not agree with his deep, and the getting it out is not so easy. You are a colleague in the type of book most sure to bring in sub- queer sort of a man, to feel that there is an adverse stantial rewards to the firm of Blank, Blank, & Co. | mind against you in this House. Never mind. I am He wanted a book at once “ spicy,” “piquant," " brill- | its head, and you are my trump, as the • Adverse,' will iant,” “ fascinating;” a “ mirror of society," "full of yet find out. Think of me, not of him ; of your copyincident, yet in no vulgar sense “sensational ;” in fine, right, of your fifty-thousand books sold, and you will the American novel of the generation. He wished I go ahead - you can't help it.”
If there were more publishers like Mr. Blank one, nothing save that she was face to face with her sorrow, there would be more successful books to make the pub- the sorrow which no one could measure, which the lishing heart happy and the publishing pocket plethoric. world would never divine. When the laughter of her Many a flower of genius has perished in its faint open child was the gladdest, when the long note of the whis. ing, and never grown to blossoming, because of the tling quail, floating out to her from the depths of the blighting and freezing air in which it tried to live, and woods, was the sweetest and the saddest, - how her by which it was doomed to die. Even the inspirational | heart would vibrate and ache beneath the smiting hand faith of Mr. Blank one could not make Ulm Neil a of memory! rapid writer. She felt too intensely, observed too! No less the brain-task went on. The letter of Mr. minutely, compared too closely, thought too deeply and | Blank one was pinned before her on the wall. She comprehensively, to produce swift results in embodied must not fall short of his expectation because her heart forms. Now for the first time she learned the true ached. What if it did ache? Was not that life? All significance of the lonely and silent hours of her past, of life to many! Should she shrink from her share ? when with a sleeping child in her arms, or when shut The brain, the hand, should go on. Yet there were away by weakness or sickness from the society of oth- | moments, though rare, when the head fell, when the ers, she had studied and thought and fed the springs hand grew still, when the woman said: “I cannot go of knowledge from whence, for the first time, she now | on." When she first beheld herself as elected to lonebegan to draw for the help of her fellows.
liness for life, the realization was bitter. Yet of the Yet it was not because she had unconsciously trained ) cumulated dreariness of such days at that time she had her faculties that she now wrote. She could write be- no comprehension. To contemplate life in advance and cause she had lived ; because she had escaped no hu | in the aggregate is one thing; to bear life moment by man experience which could help toward her develop moment, through emptiness, silence, loss, regret, pain, ment as a complete woman. As such, without know- | | is another and much harder thing. She had many ing it, she now took her place in the race. Love, loss, consolations. The mother - earth was her minister faith, insight, sympathy, beauty, pity, suffering, soli. and comforter. In this solitude she had found true tude, silence, — out of these deep wells she drew for hearts to cherish her. But when the last good night the world's healing. The common people received her was said, when the last kiss to her child for the day gladly. They heard her voice and loved it. They | had been given, when the last word of comfort for some came at her call and were refreshed and nourished by distant, unknown heart had been written, and she sat in her hand. She grew to be a power felt afar, not be the stillness of the night stirred only by the wind rusbcause she was great, but because she was consecrated ; | ing through the fir-forest without; then through all because she knew her kind and loved them, and minis | her gratitude penetrated the consciousness that amid tered to their unvoiced needs ; because she wrought kindness and affection, in the ultimate sense she was with no thought of fame, but with a never-ceasing unutterably alone. Then, with anguish irrepressible yearning to serve her generation.
she beheld the life of love that she had missed, that Was it always easy? Deep as her humanity was was never to be hers. her womanhood. She knew now why woman has left
(To be continued.) so few enduring monuments built by her intellect to her own sex and name. Compared with man, what faint pleasure she takes in the pure use of her faculties. From the beginning she invites her affections; rather,
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD. they invite her. This only in the milder-natured
CHAPTER XXXIX. COMING HOME: A CRY. woman. In the stronger, with the slightest lack of moral force, how often have reason and even conscience On the turnpike-road, between Casterbridge and been overwhelmed. Yet with few exceptions is it not | Weatherbury, and about a mile from the latter place, is in her emotional nature that she chooses to live and to one of those steep, long ascents which pervade the bighhave her being ? She knew it now, this woman in her | ways of this undulating district. In returning from mar. solitude, distilling the very life of life for her kind,
| ket it is usual for the farmers and other gig-gentry to
alight at the bottom and walk up. who knew not even that she lived ; she knew it now,
One Saturday evening in the month of October Baththe utmost cost of the head to the heart. She knew by
sheba's vehicle was duly creeping up this incline. She what price of anguish to that heart she had risen to
was sitting listlessly in the second seat of the gig, whilst the absolute coinmand of her faculties. Now she had walking beside her, in a farmer's marketing suit of unno mental force that was not available. Each one did usually fashionable cut, was an erect, well-made young her bidding, moving to the unyielding discipline of ne man. Though on foot, he held the reins and whip, and
occasionally aimed light cuts at the horse's ear with the cessity and will. Deep down in her heart was there no resisting me
end of the lash, as a recreation. This man was her bus
band, formerly Sergeant Troy, who, having bought bis dium ? no force in revolt, disturbing the perfect equi
discharge with Bathsheba's money, was gradually transpoise of mental balance ? Yes, it was there, the
forming himself into a farmer of a spirited and very modunquenchable after-thought, half consciousness, half ern school. People of unalterable ideas still insisted upon sensation, wholly pain, the after-thought which has slain calling him “ Sergeant " when they met him, which was its millions. The very strain upon life involved in her in some degree owing to his having still retained the wellsaying, “I will forget it ; I will ignore it; I will live shaped moustache of his military days, and the soldierly
bearing inseparable from his form. as if I felt it not !” was life-destroying. With all her
“Yes, if it hadn't been for that wretched rain I should bravery of effort and of will, did not this after-thought
have cleared two hundred as easy as looking, my love," underlie and vein all that she felt, all that she saw, all
he was saving. “Don't you see, it altered all the chances? that she did ? Amid her most cherished task it sud. To speak like a book I once read, wet weather is the pardenly confronted her, and lo! the very power of en-rative, and fine days are the episodes, of our country's deavor was gone. For the time she was conscious of | history; now, isn't ihat true ? ”
love ! ”
“ But the time of the year is come for changeable “Oh, poor thing!” exclaimed Bathsheba, instantly preweather."
paring to alight. “Well, yes. The fact is, these autumn races are the * “ Stay where you are, and attend to the horse !” said ruin of everybody. Never did I see such a day as 'twas ! | Troy, peremptorily, throwing her the reins and the whip. 'Tis a wild open place, not far from the sands, and a drab “Walk the horse to the top: I'll see to the woman.” sea rolled in towards us like liquid misery. Wind and “But I” – rain — good Lord! Dark? Why, 'twas as black as my “ Do you hear ? Clk - Poppet!" hat before the last race was run. 'Twas five o'clock, and The horse, gig, and Bathsheba moved on. you couldn't see the horses till they were almost in, leave “How on earth did you come here? I thought you alone colors. The ground was as heavy as lead, and all were miles away, or dead! Why didn't you write to me?” judgment from a fellow's experience went for nothing. said Troy to the woman, in a strangely gentle, yet hurried Horses, riders, people, were all blown about like ships at voice, as he lifted her up. sea. Three booths weré blown over, and the wretched “I feared to.” folk inside crawled out upon their hands and knees; and “ Have you any money ?” in the next field were as many as a dozen bats at one time. “ Nove." Aye, Pimpernel regularly stuck fast when about sixty " Good Heaven - I wish I had more to give you ! yards off, and when I saw Policy stepping on, it did knock Here's — wretched — the merest trifle. It is every farmy heart against the lining of my ribs, I assure you, my thing I have left. I have none but what my wife gives
me, you know, and I can't ask her now." " And you mean, Frank," said Bathsheba, sadly, - her The woman made no answer. voice was painfully lowered from the fulness and vivacity “ I have only another moment," continued Troy; "and of the previous summer, — that you have lost more than now listen. Where are you going to-night ? Casterbridge a hundred pounds in a month by this dreadful horse-rac Union ? " ing? Ob, Frank, it is cruel ; it is foolish of you to take “ Yes; I thought to go there." away my money so. We shall have to leave the farm; “ You shan't go there; yet, wait. Yes, perhaps for tothat will be the end of it!".
night; I can do nothing better — worse luck. Sleep there “ Humbug about cruel. Now, there 'tis again — turn on to-night, and stay there to-morrow. Monday is the first the water-works; that's just like you."
free day I have; and on Monday morning at ten exactly “But you'll promise me not to go to Budmouth races meet me on Casterbridge Bridge. I'll bring all the money next week, won't you ?” she implored. Bathsheba was at I can muster. You shan't want — I'll see that, Fannie; the full depth for tears, but she maintained a dry eye. then I'll get you a lodging somewhere. Good-by till
“I don't see why I should ; in fact, if it turns out to be then. I am a brute — but good-by!” a fine day, I was thinking of taking you."
After advancing the distance which completed the ascent “ Never, never! I'll go a hundred miles the other way of the hill, Bathsheba turned her head. The woman was first. I hate the sound of the very word !”
upon her feet, and Bathsheba saw her withdrawing from “But the question of going to see the race or staying at Troy, and going feebly down the hill. Troy then came on home has very little to do with the matter. Bets are all towards his wife, stepped into the gig, took the reins from booked safely enough before the race begins, you may her hand, and without making any observation whipped depend. Whether it is a bad race for me or a good one, the horse into a trot. He was rather pale. will have very little to do with our going there next Mon “Do you know who that woman was?” said Bathsheba, day."
looking searchingly into his face. But you don't mean to say that you have risked any. “I do,” he said, looking boldly back into hers. thing on this one too !” she exclaimed, with an agonized | “I thought you did,” said she, with angry hauteur, and look.
still regarding him. “ Who is she?" “There now, don't you be a little fool. Wait till you He suddenly seemed to think that frankness would beneare told. Why, Bathsheba, you've lost all the pluck and fit neither of the women. sauciness you formerly had; and upon my life, if I had "Nothing to either of us," he said. “I know her by known what a chicken-hearted creature you were under all sight.” your boldness, I'd never have — I know wliat.”
** What is her name?” A flash of indignation might have been seen in Bath “How should I know her name?” sheba's dark eyes as she looked resolutely ahead after this “I think you do." reply. They moved on without further speech, some “ Think if you will and be” — The sentence was comearly-withered leaves from the beech-trees which hooded pleted by a smart cut of the whip round Poppet's flank, the road at this spot occasionally spinning downward which caused the animal to start forward at a wild pace. across their path to the earth.
No more was said. A woman appeared on the brow of the hill. The ridge was so abrupt that she was very near the husband and wife before she became visible. Troy had turned towards the
GOETHE AND MENDELSSOHN. gig to remount, and whilst putting his foot on the step the woman passed behird him.
In the early part of 1872, Dr. Karl Mendelssohn, son Though the overshadowing trees and the approach of of the composer, gave a public lecture at Freiburg, on the eventide enveloped them in gloom, Bathsheha could see subject of his father's relations with Goethe. The lecture plainly enough to discern the extreme poverty of the was subsequently repeated at Constance, and so favorably woman's garb, and the sadness of her face.
received, that the author was induced to publish it in a “ Please, sir, do you know at what time Casterbridge more comprehensive form than as originally delivered. In Union-house closes at night ?"
a pamphlet of some fifty pages we have a convenient sumThe woman said these words to Troy over his shoulder. mary of the letters that passed between the musician and
Troy started visibly at the sound of the voice; yet he the poet, and a number of interesting facts relating to Zelseemed to recover presence of mind sufficient to prevent ter, whose correspondence with Goethe fills three bulky volhimself from giving way to his impulse to suddenly turn umes. The present publication saves the curious in art. and face her. He said slowly,
history matters the somewhat dreary task of sifting from a “I don't know."
large mass of letters the various passages in which the The woman, on hearing him speak, quickly looked up, loved and honored name of Mendelssohn appears, and sup. examined the side of his face, and recognized the soldier plies to some extent an omission in Mr. Lewes's “ Life of under the yeoman's garb. Her face was drawn into an Goethe," where the name of Zelter so seldom occurs. To expression which had gladness and agony both among its have had such a pupil as Mendelssohn, and so intimate a elements. She uttered a hysterical cry, and fell down. friend as Goethe, are facts which should secure for the possessor of such privileges the respectful consideration, but astonishment; it is grandiose.' He continued grumbling in of all students. Zelter's music is almost forgotten, and this way, and after a long pause he began again : 'It is very Eberwein's also; but these two men enjoyed great popu- | grand - very wild; it makes one fear that the house is about larity as composers, and were notable favorites with Goethe,
to full down. And what must it be when played by a number whose opinions on musical matters were generally fallible
of men together!” and open to challenge, but in the instance of Mendelssolın Zelter's fervent admiration for Goethe, founded on an sound, from the very first hour that he recorded his judg. early enthusiasm for the “ Sorrows of Werther," made him ment on Zelter's “best pupil." With this solitary and anxious to introduce bis pet pupil to one whose musical honorable exception, the Geheimrath's fastidiousness and criticisms he must well have known to be unreliable. It caprice in questions affecting musical discernment are more should never be forgotten that Zelter was the means of curious than creditable. The late Mr. Rogers declared first moulding bis pupil's mind on the most solid of all Paesiello to be Rossini's superior, but that Zelter and foundations — the music of Sebastian Bach. He had been Eberwein should be preferred to Beethoven and Schubert told in early life that a common artisan is a respectable is a still greater shock to right-minded people. Goethe's character, that nothing in the world can be more pitiful own apology for his predilection for the old style does not than a tbird-rate artist, and he was determined to accusmake his case much better. A conservatism which viewed tom Felix to an appreciation of the works of Bach, which with distrust the technical and mechanical improvements had been for many years absolutely ignored in Germany which were so conspicuous in Beethoven is lamely de | a process which, if conscientiously and wizely improved fended by Goethe's avowal that “the productions of our upon, would create a permanent distaste for anything com. newest composers are no longer music; they go beyond monplace or vulgar. It was once said by a great authorthe level of human feelings, and one can give them no re. | ity that a close and intense study of the Bible would keep sponse from the mind and heart.” Probably it was the the student's style of writing from being vulgar; an inces. combination of social and artistic qualities, and an emi sant study of Sebastian Bach would probably work the nently philosophical turn of mind, that fitted Zelter for same result with a musician. Bach's music became a sort companionship with Goethe, Schiller, Wieland, and Herder, of gospel to Mendelssohn, who was, without doubt, indebted and induced the greatest in that illustrious company to to his tutor for an early initiation into a creed which was lend so ready an ear to Zelter's melodies. Whatever so strong within him in after life, that apart from convertsweetness these melodies possessed, it has completely evap- ing multitudes to the same belief, he was not satisfied until orated now; whatever strength they had bas succumbed a statue was erected at Leipzig in honor of the famous to that of the musical giants who were such innovators and Cantor. The possessor of the sacred treasures of Bach's upstarts in the eyes of the oracle at Weimar. Zelter was music was old Zelter himself, who, miser-like, pored over a traveller, and an early professional training as an archi his art nionopoly, and once a week exhibited his idols to tect qualified him for forming sensible criticisms on streets the adoring but sacred few who could appreciate their and buildings. Here is Goethe's own testimony to the value and artistic import. The crabbed fugues, the superb versatility of his friend's acquirements:
descriptive recitatives, the agonizingly difficult choruses,
were all golden fruits in the garden of the Hesperides, and “Zelter is always majestic and to the point. I am now look Zelter the dragon to watch them. On Friday evenings the ing over his letters with Riemer, and they contain invaluable treasure was produced, and amongst the sacred fem perthings. Those letters which he has written me on his travels
mitted to experimentalize on the MSS. of the old Cantor, are especially of worth, for he has, as a sound architect and
to lay siege to St. Sebastian, were the two Mendelssohns, musician, the advantage that he can never want interesting sub
Felix and Fanny, and Edward Devrient, the bosom friend jects for criticism. As soon as he enters a city the buildings stand before him, and tell him their mcrits and their faults.
of the composer, who tells the story most delightfully. Then the musical societies receive him at once, and show them
From those private rehearsals dated that life-long ambition selves to the master with their virtues and their defects. If a
with the author of Elijab" to raise Bach to his proper short-hand writer could but hare recorded his conversations with rank in the world of art. What a satire is conveyed in his musical scholars, we should possess something quite unique the words addressed by Mendelssohn, some twenty-five in its way.'
years since, to the committee of a musical festival on the
Rbine : “It is high time that at these meetings, on wbich It will be observed here that Zelter's musical genius is the name of Handel sheds such lustre, a master, inferior to treated rather as ancillary to than superseding bis merits none, and in some points superior to all, should no longer as an artistic and intelligent traveller. There can be no
be neglected.” doubt that Beethoven's personal eccentricities severely
We recommend as an appropriate motto to some of our taxed the forbearance of his friends. The occasional use great musical institutions, " As it was in the beginning, is of snuffers as a toothpick would have been a dangerous
| now, and ever shall be." If anything could shame art 80experiment in Goethe's society, but all his oddities failed, cieties in this country and convince them of their unpar. generally speaking, to blind either friend or foe to the donable supineness, surely this quotation, coming from such supremacy of his music. For some reason or other Goethe
a judge as Mendelssohn, sbould have weight and influence. would have very little to say to him, either as a man or as The gratitude which Felix felt for the many good ser. a musician. They became acquainted at Teplitz, and here vices rendered to him by bis tutor was shared by his father, is Goethe's own version of the first impression made on who declared Zelter to be the restorer of Bach to the Gerhim by Beethoven : “ His talent has astounded me, but
mans, and assured Felix that without Zelter his studies unfortunately he is a thoroughly intractable person. I
would have taken quite another direction. He might have don't say he is wrong in finding the world detestable, but
added, as an additional claim to gratitude, an early intruhe does n't make it more enjoyable either for himself or for duction to Goethe, whose friendship for “ the young Ber: others." We have Mendelssohn's own authority for stat liner,” is a pleasing set-off to his unveiled dislike of Beeing that Goethe adhered obstinately to this ungracious
thoven and utter indifference to Schubert. On the 26th opinion, and that he had the greatest difficulty in persuad
of October, 1821, Zelter writes to Goethe: “I shall be ing his host to listen to anything from the pen of the “in
glad to sbow your face to my Doris and my best pupil before tractable person :”
I leave the world - wherein I intend to hang on as long as
possible. The pupil is a good-looking boy, lively and obe“In the forenoon he likes me to play to him the compositions
dient." The good looks here alluded to well deserve the of the various great masters, in chronological order, for an hour,
compliment, if the admirable line engraving, after a chalk and also to tell him the progress they have made, while he siis in a dark corner, like a Jupiter Tonans, his old eyes flashing on
drawing by Hensel, is a veritable likeness; and Sir Julius me. He did not wish to hear anything of Becthoven's, but I
Benedict, in a lecture on Mendelssohn, delivered many old him that I could not let him off, and played the first part
years ago, alludes to the bright countenance and lustrous of the symphony in C minor. It seemed to have a singular curls which gave to Zelter's “best pupil" so fascinating an ffect on him . at first he said, “This causes no emotion, nothing exterior. The Mendelssohn family were in a futter of
expectation raised by this anticipated visit to Weimar. ) in pleno ficu. A great deal of this stiffness was purposely " You may imagine," writes Madame Mendelssohn to her adopted by the minister, who as a rule kept Berlin people friend in Paris, “wbat it costs me to part with the dear at a distance. “I remark generally," he said to Eckerchild, although only for a few weeks. But I reckon it no mann, “ such an audacious set of men live in Berlin that small advantage for him to be introduced to Goethe under one cannot get on well with delicacy, but must bave one's such circumstances, to stay under his roof, and to receive eyes wide open and be a little rough now and then only to the blessing of the great man. Besides this, I am glad of keep one's head above water.” The boy Felix had to enthe trip, which will divert his mind, for he is by his own dure a kindly intended but severe ordeal. Goethe was choice almost too zealous a student for bis age.” Papa satisfied of his general cleverness, but postponed his judgwrites somewbat in Polonius fashion, with a dash of Lord ment on his musical pretensions. “My friend Zelter,” he Chesterfield: “Keep your mind open, my dear boy. As | said to Rellstab, “bas brought me his little pupil. I must often as you get a letter from me I shall warn you of this. have a trial of bis musical capabilities and natural gifts ; Keep a strict watch over yourself ; be very particular in in every other respect he is rarely gifted. I bave a theory your behavior at meals; speak clearly and to the point; about temperaments. Every one has four within himself, take pains as far as you can to hit the correct word. I but in different and compound proportions. Now, in the have no need to recommend uprightness, morality, obedi case of this boy, I should credit him with the smallest ence to your friend and guide, who behaves like a father to possible indifference and inertness and the maximum of the you, nor of affectionate recollections of all at home, for you opposite quality" - a rather tortuous way of announcing a are a good boy." Mamma writes a thought less didac very evident fact, that Felix was predisposed to hard work. tically : “ Would I were a tiny mouse, to have an eye on An evening party was assembled at Goethe's, and Zelter my dear Felix far away, to see how he behaves as an inde asked to give his pupil a subject to improvise upon. The pendent lad. Snap up every word that falls from Goethe; | old man sat down and played a simple Lied: "Ich träumte I must know everything about him.” The poor lad was einst von Ilännchen," which Felix proceeded to fuse into a not likely to forget the double-shotted advice, but Fanny, stormy allegro, and overload with such a stream of harbis favorite sister, must have an innings also, and she in monic changes that the melody was scarcely distinguishdorses the parental jobation with a postscript which speaks able in the wealth of scientific combinations. The dewell for her unselfishness and zeal for her brother's inter lighted tutor rather snubbed than praised the wonderful ests : “ When you arrive at Goethe's, keep your eyes and display : “ Why, you were dreaming of some elf or dragon, ears open; that is my advice : now, if you can't on your you played in such a harum-scarum way !” Goethe folreturn home give me every word that comes froin Goethe's lowed suit: “I shan't let you go off with that ; you must mouth, consider our friendship gone. . . . . It is better we play more before we can accept you entirely." After a should do without you a little time longer, and that you iurn with Sebastian Bach's fugues, a minuet was called for should lay up in the interval a store of the most delightful by Goethe's special desire. «Shall I play you the finest memories for the rest of your days.” The parents and in the world ?” said Felix, and played the minuet from sister soon have news from the young traveller, wbose eyes “ Don Juan.” When this was over Goethe asked for the are as wide open as the fond parents and Fanny can desire, overture, but the boy flatly refused. “It can't be played and take stock of the minutest piece of furniture belonging as it is written, and one ought not to alter a note of it ;" to his famous host. Before the visit Felix takes a turn in so he substituted the “Figaro," which he gave in trethe Weimar church, hears the Hundredth Psalm by Han- | mendous style, bringing into relief the orchestral effects, del, and makes comparisons between the organ and that and accentuating passages to remind his hearers of pasin the Marienkirche at Berlin; the length of the pipes, sages and instrumental changes that admitted of such treatnumber of the stops, etc., are all recorded. Then he goes ment. So far so good, but Goethe was bent on conquering back to the “ Elephant," and sketches the house of Lucas the brilliant scholar. * All this time you have only played Cranach the painter. Two hours elapsed, and Zelter intro- us things you know; we should like to see what you can duced him to Goethe, who was discovered examining with do with something you do not know;" and the Geheimrath evident satisfaction some mineral collections arranged by fetched a quantity of manuscript music, and selected a bis son. After half an hour's walk in the garden dinner is piece in Mozart's own handwriting. This was played off served, and Fräulein Ulrike, when dessert is over, begs with such precision that one would have supposed Felix Felix to give her a kiss : a process repeated daily by Goe- had learnt nothing else during his life-time.** Now, take the himself, with this difference, that there seems to bavecare," said Goethe, “I will give you something to puzzle been a graduated warmth in the embrace and a different you;” and a sheet of paper covered over with musical number and mystic meaning in the kisses bestowed on the bieroglyphics, blurred and blotted with ink spots, was object of his affection, according as the kissing took place placed on the piano. “How am I to read that? What before or after twelve o'clock. “Every morning I receive writing!" said Felix laughing. “Guess whose it is," said from the author of Faust' and Wertber'one kiss, and Goethe. “I know," replied Zelter, as he looked at the every afternoon from father and friend Goethe two kisses." manuscript over Felix's shoulder. “That's Beethoven's In payment for this devotion Felix played two hours daily writing; I can tell it a mile off. He always writes as if he Bach's fugues and on extempore subjects. Of an evening used a mop-stick and then rubbed his sleeves over the he watched Zelter at his rubbers of whist, played in sol notes before they were dry. I have several of his manuemn seriousness by the professor, who, like Mrs. Battle, in- scripts — they cannot be mistaken.” Felix meanwhile sisted “ on a clean hearth and the rigor of the game." | fixed bis eyes steadily on the task before him, and quietly " Whist means" (Felix, writing to his sister Fanny, quotes unravelled the meaning of the composer before placing Zelter's own words) “hold your jaw (du sollst das Maul his fingers on the keys. Goethe was impatient of delay. halten). Yesterday I brought your żieder to Frau von “There; didn't I say you would come to grief? Come, Goethe. She has a pretty voice and will sing them to the let us see what you can do." The first time Felix stumold gentleman. I told him you had written them, and bled, naturally enough, for the mixed sequence was liard asked if he would like to hear them. "Yes, I should like to divine by the light, or rather the darkness, of the blotted to, very much. Frau von Goethe likes them very much paper; but a second effort resulted in a faultless performindeed. A good omen! To-day or to-morrow he shall ance, and Goethe masked his satisfaction behind the few hear them.”
words of good-humored chaff': “Anyhow you bungled Judging by the letters, Felix felt perfectly at home at here, and were n't sure at all.” To some artists he adWeimar, although with all the geniality and friendliness dressed words of a very different kind. “ There is nothing which strangers found when on a visit to Goethe there was very out of the way in our days in youthful musical prodigies a large admixture of ministerial etiquette and court cere - I mean in respect of their powers of execution ; but this mony. Zelter, the minister's intimate friend, in deference | little fellow's extemporary playing and playing at sight to his host's weakness, appeared of an evening in black border on the marvellous, and I should not have thought "smalls," silk stockings with huge silver buckles, in fact, such a thing possible for one of so tender an age.”