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wears a long, collarless, tarry-linen coat, and a mortal enemy of cigars; he declares that ci- | upon it. He did not need to answer his the plate on his cap is always pushed toward gar-smoking spoils the taste of wine-a good cousin ; he wanted no assistance, he would the left side; this gives him a somewhat rak- | pipe does far less harm.
settle the matter himself. ish appearance, but is only done to leave the Becker has been a widower ten years. Nannchen went away, and her father did right shoulder free to bear burdens. His His only son Nicola is a cooper in a wine. not turn to gaze after her. figure would be much taller if he did not store, and was married a year ago. Nann. Becker sighed, and looked at his hands. walk with a slight stoop, in consequence chen—she is only a year younger than Nic. He had raised them yesterday to strike bis of the many loads he has carried, for when. ola - carries on business in Gartenfeld, a daughter, but was glad he had not done so,. ever any thing is too difficult for others to tolerably profitable one, for she has kept up and secretly vowed he never would ; but it lift, they always say, “Call Becker.” He the laundry her mother established. It is was a bad business; and yet Nannchen was is always at hand, and, when he grasps an said that Becker is a rich man, and able to kind to bring the dinner herself to-day when object, it seems as if his fingers were pincers, buy houses, but he prefers to invest his there was so much ironing to be done. She and woe betide him who irritates Becker to money in mortgages; then the world knows evidently saw it was foolish and impossible : deal him a blow with his huge fist! But be nothing about it, and yet it is perfectly safe. she had always been a good child, and would is as good-natured as a child, and knows how At noon - but eleven o'clock is called remain so. The matter was settled. to control himself like a man, for he is afraid noon, because the men must eat before a If he had seen two pair of eyes, and heard of himself, of his own strength; he knows he steamer comes up the river at half - past a few words exchanged a short distance from cannot control it if it breaks loose.
eleven-at noon Becker always receives bis the cathedral, between a soldier on guard and The life led by the porters on the banks dinner from Nannchen, but she rarely brings Nannchen, he might have thought differently. of the Rhine is a singular one. They often it herself, usually sending a younger girl. The soldier-a tall, fair man, with thick, lie about for hours on bales of goods, hand When Nannchen comes herself she must be wavy, light hair-said to Nannchen as she carts, or even in sheds, and, as the saying ready with answers on all sides, for she is passed : goes, stand gaping about, and if a passer-by rallied by older and younger companions of “How do matters stand, sweetheart ? ” cracks a joke with them, or has any thing ri- her father. That is the way with the Rhine “So surely as you keep your oath of ser diculous in his appearance, sharp and witty landers, they are always joking. Nannchen vice I will keep my promise,” replied Nannspeeches rain upon him from all sides. Beck- understands how to pay every one in his own chen, quickly, scarcely looking up, and passed er rarely takes part in this sport; only when coin; and her father, who, meantime, is eat-on. -our story took place in the year 1860—the ing and drinking-he really eats very little, On the bank of the Rhine her father was Prussians are censured he joins in the abuse drinking is the main thing—nods while eat. | thinking of what had occurred the day be-with a few powerful words; but usually he ing, and when he drinks makes a sign to her fore. only nods his huge head, covered with thick, to keep quiet, lest he should laugh and swal Weeks ago Nicola had told him that no , low .
Nannchen had a Prussian lover. Becker
and moreover knows that he is somewhat un. But one bright summer morning an odd laughed at it. « Perhaps he is in love with
skillful in the use of them. His special glory thing happened. The green water of the her. That will do no harm, she is clever and consists in having once won a wager. It Rhine flowed quietly by, glittering and flash sensible—it'll take a very different sort of was said that no one could carry a cannon-ing in the sunlight, and beyond rose the man to turn her head." ball on his shoulder. Becker laid a wager Taunus Mountains like lofty petrified waves. But an incident had happened the eventhat he could do it, and won the bet. But he Nannchen stood beside her father, who ing before. When he came home, Nannchen does not like to hear of this feat, and almost was sitting on his cart, eating his favorite was not in - she was in the great dryingdeuies it, for the witnesses who were present dish-a fat ece of beef with horse-radish place. He followed, and who stood there are already dead. Becker's handcart is made sauce-when Wendel, a comrade and distant | helping her take in the clothes ? Who lifted of iron, and he does not need to put any relative of Becker, said :
the great basket on one side while she held mark on it; any one else would find the cart “Is it true that you want to change the the other? A Prussian ! load enough without a burden. proverb ? "
How the man looked he really did not As has already been said, the porter's Becker made no reply in words, but raised know-he only saw the Prussian uniform. life is a strange one. Nothing to do for his head, and his inquiring expression asked, He went up to the pair and shouted—he realhours at a time, and then within ten or fifteen “What do you mean?”
ly did not mean to speak so loud, but he minutes, while the steamer remains at the “The usual saying is, 'Our daughters are could not help it: landing, hard labor and such hurried toil that, going to put on the Haube'”* (cap);"but you “We want no assistance. The Prussian when the boat moves away again, one can't mean to have yours put on the Pickelhaube" can go; and you, Nannchen, walk before help wondering what has been taken in and (helmet). put out. When wine is unloaded, Becker is Suddenly three locomotives shrieked at He took the heavy basket in both hands. always there, and as careful as he is strong. once: the one on the Taunus line, the one and carried it into the house as if it were a In spite of his powerful grasp, he handles going to Darmstadt, and the one on the way knitting-bag. Once he looked back: thethe wine with a certain tenderness, for what to Worms. It was impossible to hear in the Prussian put on bis helmet and buckled his are leather, and grain, and household furni- din.
sword, then went away in the opposite directare, and all the other articles sent to and Nannchen turned away and gazed at the tion. fro, in comparison to wine? They are all Rhine, and Becker, who was just about put On entering the house Becker asked: very well, but wine alone makes the heart ting a large piece of meat in his mouth,
“What sort of buffoonery were you carryglad—there is music in it, as they say in the pushed it back into the dish, nudged Nanning on there ?” country. He often drives the low, stout chen, handed her the plate, and wiped his “I don't know." wagon, drawn by strong bay horses, through lips.
“What was that Prussian doing here?” the city, and, as he stands on the pole, horses, “Didn't you understand ?" asked Wen “His name is Becker, too — Wilhelm wagon, and driver, suit each other as if run in del, when the shrill whistles had died away. Becker." one mould—all are powerful and sturdy.
“Of course we understand you," replied "I don't care what his name is : I'll haveHe laughs and nods, and the laugh and Nannchen ; " but, take care, the Pickelhaube nothing to do with the Prussians." nod of this giant of labor produce a strange pricks.”
“Nor I either-except Wilhelm.” impression when one is told that he has nev “Go home now, Nannchen,” said Becker, “ Indeed ?” er drunk a drop of water in his whole life. and, picking up a sack which he used to car
There was a long pause.
Nannchen For it is true. And has not the son of the ry coal, laid it on the cart, and put his head brought her father's supper; he did not eat Rhine a right to drink only wine if he can
it, but filled a pipe and sat down on the get it? He believes the Rhenish proverb,
bench before the ise.
*"Putting on the cap" signifies to marry ; «Water is not good in the shoes, and much there is no English synonym for the play upon
Nannchen went to and fro giving orders. worse in the stomach.” However, Becker is, words.
about the washing. The girls in the large
back-room were singing over their ironing ; / 'I wish you good luck. That's a well-matched | that he was not fit to manage such matbut Nannchen's voice was silent.
pair.' We both started so that the boat ters. After a time—even his pipe did not taste rocked, and, as we came out into the Rhine, Suddenly he rose and went up to a beggar, well to-night-Becker returned to the room, the sun was setting, and we floated over who sat on the bridge not far from the landmuttering, “The Prussian sha'n't spoil my bright, golden waves, and he said : 'If all | ing, with his crutches beside him. Becker supper, too."
this were pure gold and my own, I would hastily stooped and gave him money. He began to eat.
marry no other woman in the world than the The man had sat there for years, and Nannchen came in, and asked, “Father, one who now sits beside me,' and then he Becker had scarcely noticed him, far less sha'n't I warm your supper a little ! ” took my band for the first time, and I let thought of giving him alms. To-day he did
"No, it may be cold; you may soon have him, and we rowed across without speaking so. And I can tell why, for Becker has exme cold, too."
another word. Then we got out of the boat plained it—he was angry with himself. On Nannchen stood beside him, forcing back and walked through the city. I took his arm, looking up once, he had suddenly wished he her tears.
and when we reached the garden-fence I gave was the lame beggar, who had nobody in the " Yay I tell you about it now?” she him the first kiss, and I'll never kiss any world but himself ; then, hastily reflecting asked.
other man except you, father, if you say 'Yes' that this was a sin, he went up to the man “ Bring a light,” replied Becker. and 'Amen.'"
and gave him some money, as if to atone for Nannchen obeyed.
“Do you know what sort of an amen I'll the wicked thought. “ Can you look me in the eye with a clear say?" shouted the father, raising his clinched Becker returned home that evening later conscience ? " asked the father.
hands over the young girl's head. “That's than usual, but ate and drank first at the “Yes." the way I'll say amen, you-"
“Ship"-for, in the first place, he did not "Then go on."
“Don't do that, father! you would repent want to let Nannchen get his supper; and, "Father-I haven't much to tell.” it all your life if you strack me,” replied secondly, he felt that something might hap“The less the better." Nannchen.
pen which would deprive him of it altogeth" Father, it is now three weeks since I Becker's hands fell, he walked silently er. If the Prussian were there again—he went to see my aunt at Kostheim.”
out of the house, sat down on the bench, and didn't know what he would do; he'd give him “ I might have thought so. But go on-smoked till midnight. The stars sparkled “a dig in the ribs ! ”
over his head, the nightingales sang in the He pursued his way in a very sullen mood. “Uncle had just gone on his first trip as shrubbery, in the distance from the Rhine he He was angry that something was being helmsman on the Schiller, and, as we sat to- heard the snorting of a steam-tug, as if some cooked at home, which must be eaten, though gether, a Prussian came in, and said he had monster were approaching, and the sentinels he was neither hungry nor thirsty. a message from his uncle, the overseer of the on the walls shouted from post to post :
As he passed, the guard at the cathedral, foundery at Neuwied, with whom my aunt “Comrade, are you there?”
a tall, curly-headed soldier, was standing idly formerly lived. My aunt knows the soldier ; “Comrade, are you there?" cried a voice by a pillar. Something about him attracted she had seen him before when he was a little to Becker, also. He felt angry with bimself his attention, and the soldier took the cigar boy. She went down into the cellar to get for sitting up so long, when he must go to the out of his mouth, made a military salute, and some wine-"
Rhine at three o'clock to unload a ship from said: “I'll pay her for the wine,” interrupted the Netherlands. He did not go to bed, but “A fine evening, Herr Becker.” Becker; and Nannchen continued :
walked straight to the river-bank, and slept Becker started, looked indignant, clinched "As we were alone in the room, the sol- for a few hours on some coffee-bags stored in his fist, and walked on. dier said, in a trembling voice: 'It is a piece a shed.
“A fine evening !” he muttered. of good fortune sent by Heaven that I have Becker was now thinking of all this, and evening! Deuce take him with his fine evenmet you here, Fräulein Nannchen.' 'How he felt anxious about the end of the matter. ing! What sort of talk is that?” do you know my name?' I asked. Then he Nothing can be conquered by force, and he Now he had some definite object of anger, said, politely : “ Allow me to take off my cap,' knew of no other means, unless Nannchen he could not bear the Prussian's High-Gerand he did so, and his face was so handsome came to her senses of her own accord. To- man accent. and kind and honest — you saw him, too, day, for the first time, he failed to hear the “But he is a fine - looking fellow. He father."
landing - bell, and was waked just as the might well take a young girl's eye, and he "I didn't see him."
steamer was making a dainty, graceful curve, has a lawyer's gift of the gab; all Prussians “Then you probably will to-morrow.” to come up to the wharf. Becker was quick- have that, they can talk till a man would "We'll see. Go on." ly at his post.
think he was the stupidest mortal in the "Then he told me that he had known me
world, and they bad swallowed all the wisby sight a long time, but had not been bold WHEN the time for rest came again, and dom. Wait, I'll settle your business. And enough to speak to me. And I told him he Becker sat idle, a burden far heavier than the impudence of speaking to me on the cadid quite right, for he would have had the any he had dragged in and out fell upon him. thedral square, as if we had been friends all worst of it. Then we both laughed, I don't Yes, his wife, he thought, looking at his our lives!” know why, but we could not stop laugh. broad, strong hands-yes, when a wife dies Becker went home feeling very much reing. My aunt came up with the wine, we and leaves husband and children, it is as if lieved ; the Prussian was on guard that day, touched glasses, and he told me he had asked they had lost an eye or a hand. He covered and the house in Gartenfeld was safe from where we live and what my name was, and he his eyes for a time, and then, following his him for four-and-twenty hours. knew you, too, father, by sight.”
former train of thought, murmured : “If she When the old man reached home, he “He sha'n't know me in any other way. were alive this wouldn't have happened, and found his son Nicola and his daughter-in-law But go on."
you wouldn't be sitting here worrying about awaiting him. He spoke more mildly than “I've almost finished my story. My aunt what is going on at home. To take care of a he had intended to Nannchen, who was seturged us to take more wine, but Wilhelm girl! Ah, if she doesn't take care of herself, ting the table, and told her she might clear scarcely drank half a glass, and said he bolts and bars are useless. I needn't fear, away the things, he had eaten his supper. thought he wouldn't want any thing more to Nannchen is good and proud, she won't do His daughter-in-law should see nothing of eat or drink all his life, and he talked very any thing wrong. But who knows what an what was going on in the house. He sat sensibly and pleasantly, and told us he was a artful Prussian-for they are artful—" down on the bench outside the door; Nicola joiner—but they call it cabinet-maker-and Becker sat still a long time, now opening joined him, and said he had heard what had when I went away, he asked permission to go his eyes, now resolutely closing them; if he happened, and his father probably believed with me. So we walked side by side. When saw the world around him he was dissatisfied; him now. we came to the train, be asked, “Will you and if he shut his eyes and saw nothing, he “I'll tell you what,” said Becker, rubbing allow me to take a boat ?' I made no ob- grew more and more anxious. He was angry both hands over his knees, which felt unjection, and, as we got in, the boatman said: | with himself, for he could not help confessing usually weak, “don't meddle in this busi
“ A fine
ness. Nannchen and I will settle it togeth “I won't leave you, father."
The helmsman did not like to drink alone, so * Very well."
a guest who could talk pleasantly was all the So the evening passed quietly away.
Becker went to attend to his work on the more welcome. He scarcely answered, only When Becker had gone to bed, Nannchen Rbine, but took some better clothes in a whistled noiselessly to himself, as he was in entered his room, saying:
bundle, in order to change his dress in one the habit of doing when he stood on the "Father, I want you to have a good of the sheds after the business of the day was high deck of the steamer and turned the night's rest, so I will tell you that I won't over.
wheel. say another word to Wilhelm until you've Nanncben sat at home keeping the books, Was the Prussian sitting with his brothspoken to him yourself. Good-night.” tbough her eyes often filled with tears; but er-in-law? But what was there to consider
"A fine evening," replied Becker, turn- she had no patience with weakness, and, after about? Becker entered, and the young man, ing over on the other side, and muttering, finishing her work, went to her own room, in a black-cloth coat and white vest, who had “ Then you can wait a long time.”
where she washed and dressed herself thor been sitting with the helmšman and now rose, The next morning, when he rose before oughly. Then she went out into the garden. Alushed scarlet. Becker, too, felt something daylight, Nannchen was up as usual; neither The two watch-dogs came to meet her, and of the kind; but, according to his habit when said a word about the main subject that was pressed close to her side, but she read Wil- perplexed, took hold of his big nose as if he occupying their thoughts, and Becker went helm's letter over and over again ; then went wanted to guide himself. to his work.
back to her room and looked at the fine “How are you, brother-in-law ? " said the Day after day elapsed, as if nothing had shirts she bad washed for bim.
helmsman.-" I suppose you already know happened.
“ He belongs to a respectable family, one Herr Becker," he added, turning to the young At last, on the second Sunday, Nannchen can see that by the shirts," she thought, and,
when her sister-in-law came to see her, was Becker, still holding fast to his nose, "Father, Wilhelm has written me a let as merry as usual.
looked up at the youth, who was at least half ter."
a head taller than he, because he stood so “Ah! So he can write too?”
straight. “Yes, he writes beautifully, he is well BECKER had never been much accustomed “So this is he," was the thought that educated."
to walking, and, as he crossed the bridge to flashed through his mind.—He nodded, sayYes-yes, all the Prussians can write day, he moved as if he were pushing an in- ing, "I only want to speak a few words to and chatter. What does he write?". . visible cart; he was indeed heavily laden, your wife." “ Read the letter yourself.”
and moreover thought all the people must “She'll be in directly; sit down.” “No, you know I can't manage writing ask—or, no, they really had no need to ask, “I have often seen you before," said the very well-read it aloud."
they might have read in his face--the reason young man—"you passed me yesterday when Nannchen read :
why he had left the landing that day. He I was on guard."
gazed in astonishment at the buildings which Becker found it very convenient to make « DEAREST LOVE:'"
had been newly erected beyond the railway. no reply : that said plainly enough, “We Becker nodded—that was a good begin- station. For years he had only been to the have nothing to do with each other.” But it ning.
station with loads of freight, and gone no was extremely unpleasant for him to find his “ I am dying of grief because I can no farther.
brother-in-law at home. He had plenty of longer see and hear you, or hold your dear A strange Sunday afternoon brightness hard words in store, and wanted to tell the band. I have just been discharged from the illumined the village of Kostheim. The Prussian he would break his neck if he spoke guard-house, where I was kept twenty-four church services were over, dinner had been another word to Nannchen, or even cast a hours on bread - and - water because I neg- eaten, and now there were several hours dur- glance at her. lected to challenge the major when he was ing which people could do as they chose. Now every thing was changed. on his rounds. I can no longer see or hear Becker was greeted by many families of “I have been consulting with Herr Beckany thing; I am fairly out of my head. If acquaintances, who were out walking together," said the helmsman, "and you can help you don't want me to put a bullet through er, and his first thought was: “It is your own us more than any one." my brains-'"
fault that your child has committed this piece "I shall consider it a great honor, if you “Fie!” interrupted Becker.
of folly: you have always let her wander will be kind enough to do so," added the _" find some way that I can speak to your about alone, especially over here to visit her young man. father. I shall go to your aunt at Kostheim aunt.” He resolved if Nannchen gave up the He had a pleasant voice, but spoke with at noon tomorrow. He can meet me there Prussian to go with her in future every Sun- such a marked Prussian accent that the porif you won't let me call at the house. I im- day wherever she wished, then she would ter's righteous indignation again overpowered plore you, by your mother's memory and your meet the sons of respectable citizens, and him. But he was silent, and his brother-inlove for me, not to keep me in suspense any who knew what might come of it?
law continued : longer! Yours until death,
When he reached his brother-in-law's “Yes, this is the business on hand: Herr "WILHELM BECKER.' ” house, he looked through the window on the Becker has obtained leave of absence for
ground-floor, and saw two men sitting at a three weeks, and wants to work at his Nannchen paused. Her father sat in si- table.
trade." lence for a long time, with his clinched hands Before them stood a blue pitcher and two “Yes," added the young man, “though I resting on the table, without uttering a word. pint glasses.
must acknowledge that I like a soldier's life, " What will you do?" asked Nannchen, It is hard to find a more contented man I prefer my own trade. To be sure, I always at last.
than a Rhenish sailor at home on Sunday af- feel a longing for my mother and my rela“ Zounds! The Prussian shall know me ternoon. Perhaps, of all who labor on rivers tives, but still more for my trade; so, durand your aunt too,” replied her father. or at sea, the Rhenish sailor is the only one ing my furlough, I want to feel at home by
“You will do nothing unjust," answered of his class who drinks wine. The helmsman working at it, and taking plane, saw, and Nannchen. “I can depend upon you, as you was the very picture of comfort. He sat in chisel, in my hand again." can upon me. And, father, settle the mat. his room in a loose calico jacket, on which “Yes, Prussians have the gift of the gab," ter. You surely can't want me to be untrue red flowers twined here and there over a thought Becker; but he did not say so, only to you."
green ground, with his feet thrust into a pair muttered: “What have I to do with this, to “ Indeed! So you now pride yourself on of embroidered slippers — a present from be sure? What silly expressions the Prusnot having been untrue to me. I have re Nannchen. The bird perched on the blos- sians have!” he grumbled, under his breath. mained unmarried for your sake, but I now soming pear-tree, whose song floated in "I adřised Herr Becker," continued the see I should have done better to take a wife, throu the open window, cannot be so mer helmsman, "to get a place with old Knussthen one creature in the world would have ry as the man; for it can only whistle, and man-he does beautiful work. You went to staid with me."
not drink wine, especially with a companion. school with old Knussman, and often carry
him loads of wood. You must recommend ! “Yes, but you are a German, too! I This really seemed to be the case. Not Herr Becker to him."
shall never forget how you looked when you another angry word was spoken, and the * The Prussian has never been recom bore the great German banner in the year | porter drank the wine set before him, but mended to me, and I don't believe he will be; / '48."
did not touch glasses with the Prussian; he I can't give what I don't have. Where is “Yes, and who tore down the German retired into passive resistance, for he saw your wife?"
cockade and trampled it under foot ? The that he could not carry out his wishes here, "I don't know — probably standing by Prussians !” cried Becker, dashing his there were too many against him; to be some garden-fence gossiping. Can't you tell clinched fist on the table; he was glad to sure he was stronger than all of them put me your errando"
have some pretext to give vent to his rage. together, but bodily strength was of no use. "For aught I care. I merely want to tell “Not I," said the young man, “I wasn't | So he did nothing at all, but applied himself the Prussian that I'll have nothing to do with here, and who knows whether any one else to the wine. him, and my Nannchen will have nothing to did it ? "
[CONCLUSION NEXT WEEK.] do with him either."
“Yes,” cried Becker, with trembling "I must ask to have Nannchen tell me so lips," it was a Prussian who snatched off my herself."
Nicola's black and gold cap-he was a school SEVEN BRILLIANT "I didn't know that he,” said Becker, boy, then—and Aung it into the Rhine. If I
SUNSET S. speaking to his brother-in-law over his shoul- had been there, the Prussian would have der, “had any right to ask any thing." gone after it! And before 1_" Fortunately, just at this moment the aunt “Let that pass," interrupted the helms
THERE are more people in these degenentered, and was overjoyed to see the three man, " a great deal of water has flowed down erate times who see sunsets than sunmen sitting so comfortably together.
the Rhine since then, Are we not all a rises; and there is no doubt but that the " I'm going, now," said the porter ; "we pack of fools ?” he added, laughing. “What former are, to the majority of the human have done with each other. And I only does this concern us now? There stands race, much more agreeable ephemera. One Fant to tell you that you ought to be ashamed Herr Becker in his civilian's dress, and to requires three things to perfect a sunset: you of yourself to help on such a thing. As morrow he'll put on his uniform again, as must have the natural phenomenon (if there your husband is here, I'll say no more." every one must. You've lived on the shore is such a thing), then the person to see it,
"You've said too much already!” ex of the Rhine all your life, brother-in-law, and then the mood of mind to enjoy and appreclaimed his brother-in-law, rising. His face don't know that there are other people in the ciate it. These three things do not always dushed, and the red flowers on his jacket world.”
come together. Seemed to grow redder and twine in and out “You are not my teacher. It is probably Seven times in my experience have these as if in anger, as he folded his arms and the new fashion that a father passes for noth- three things come to be united. I have seen continued: “ Yes, look at me, I'm not afraid ing with his daughter's suitor."
extraordinary sunsets, no doubt, without seeof your buge fists. I'm sorry you are so un "He passes for as much as he is worth ing them; the clouds, the colors, the majesreasonable. You're taking the best way to and makes himself,” replied the brother-in- tic pomp of celestial heraldry, were there, but make your child deceive you! Did you ask law, while the soldier extended his hand, say. my appreciative sense was not there. The your parents before you spoke to your wife?” ing:
better part of me went not forth to greet Na" Pray, don't shout so; speak gently," “I have every respect for you, Herr ture's most gorgeous hospitality. My mind said the aunt. Becker; you are a man of honor."
had no wedding-garment; it staid at home, in “Yes, pleasantly, quietly !” jeered the The two women left the room, but stood its poverty and obscurity. But there were porter.
outside the door like a guard, to prevent any moments when both guest and host were in a " Let me speak," pleaded the soldier. “I | violent outbreak, and ere half an hour had festive mood, and then the sunset was not don't wish to bring trouble into a family and passed the belmsman called them in again.
tbrown away. reproaches on this good woman's head. I Nannchen sought her father's eyes; he The first of these gorgeous ceremonials will leave the house and never come here would not look at her, and Wilhelm's gaze was one spring-day many years ago in New again."
was also fixed on the floor. Her uncle alone York, when Mrs. Kemble had been reading “Stay!" said the helmsman, " I'm master seemed cheerful and said:
“Macbeth.” She had given especial promiof my own house."
“Yes, we have stirred up all the old sto- nence to the character of Shakespeare's great " Then I can go," replied the porter, ries again. I shall never forget it-I steered spiritualist, that dreamer of dreams and seer calmly. “What is said is said. Good-by, the ship that brought the embassadors of of visions, the most imaginative and poetic
the German Reichstag from Frankfort to Co- of all Shakespeare's characters, except HamHe opened the door, but met Nannchen logne, whence they went to Berlin to give let. I remember that she gave me the idea on the thresheld.
the King of Prussia the imperial crown. that he was a small and dark man, very beau"What! You here?” the father shout- Oh, what splendid-looking men they were! tiful in form and feature. I seem to see him ed. "Didn't you promise me you would Where are they now ? Most of them under- now, majestic in spite of a delicate figure, the never meet him again without my knowl ground, or scattered over the wide world, most perfect of Nature's noblemen, loving edge ?"
If I should live to be a hundred years old, I his wife intensely, and perfectly dominated "I'm not doing it without your knowl. shall never forget what a trip that was; there by that morbid brain of his, which saw witchedge," replied Vannchen. “You are here.” will never be such another. Nothing but re es on the heath and daggers in the air. Never
All laughed, and even Becker could not joicing on all sides, and people thought all before had I cared for the male Macbeth. It help joining, though he felt more like swear trouble was over. Yet here we sit quarrel was the so-called female Macbeth who had ing.
ing about the emperor's beard, * and haven't ruled my fancy, that superb tigress with a Nannchen drew him into the room again, even an emperor, much less one that has a man's heart under her woman's breast. But and he was obliged to sit down. beard."
the genius of that extraordinary woman, A long pause ensued. At last Nannchen All laughed, and the helmsman, who Shakespeare's great interpreter, gave unusual
prided himself on his political knowledge, interest to the thrice-called thane. Nothing * Father, I know your grudge against continued :
could be more beautiful than his smile as he Wilhelm. You want to have nothing to do “What's the use ? Things have turned says "sweet chuck”--that dear familiarity with him, because he is a Prussian.”
out differently from what we wanted, but of love which Shakespeare throws as a gleam "Of course."
what's the use of worrying ? It'll all come across this dark and lurid picture. So great "And suppose some wished to have noth-right in the end.-Nannchen, don't be anxious, was the glamour that Mrs. Kemble disaping to do with you, because you belong to your affairs will come out right, too.”
peared, and Macbeth appeared in her place. Hesse-Darmstadt?”
All through the play Lady Macbeth, even with "I don't belong to Hesse-Darmstadt, I * A German saying, signifying to dispute over
traditions of Mrs. Siddons behind her, seemed belong to Mayence.” trifles.
less prominent in Mrs. Kemble's reading than
Macbeth. It has made me apprehensive of as we sailed!” The trade-winds, spicy and Well, we had spent the morning in the stage Macbeths ever since. Such a delicate delusive, may have intoxicated our senses ; Uffizi Gallery, we had wandered into the Pitti fibre; such a refined“ precious porcelain of but, as the sun went down in gold and crim- Gallery, we had looked over Benvenuto Cellihuman clay; " such a poet-so piteous a sac son and aqua-marine, we saw three little ni's goblets, and had gone to the tomb of the rifice—such a groan of blasted conscience as ships sailing in the heavens.
Medici. Somehow or some way we had got. her Macbeth, never crossed my vision before " The mirage," said the practical captain. ten hold of Bande Neri, or he had gotten or since ! How few men could have made Mirage, indeed! We knew better. Had we
hold of us. He was a dashing, fascinating it at once so manly, so weak, so strong, and had a good glass or better eyes, we should hero, this Bande Neri. When he did take so terrible, as she did!
have read “Isabella of Castile” on that hold of one it was with a strong grip, and he No actor but one of great physical as well royal standard. We should have seen the held us that day in mortmain. Dying at as mental refinement should ever attempt wasted figure of Columbus on the deck. We twenty-seven, like most of the Medici, who Macbeth. Her Lady Macbeth was, of course, should have seen his discontented crew were singularly short-lived, he left a history a prodigiously fine thing; but it was not so that crew which always surrounds the man and a career which many a man of sixty inspired, so poetical, as her Macbeth.
who is greater than bis age! Nothing is so might have been proud to achieve-if, inWhen I came out of that room which possible as the impossible--nothing so real deed, deeds of conquest, stormy and warlike genius had filled with ghosts—that atmos as delusion. Which would we resign, our proceedings, are achievements. Bande Neri, phere in which intellect seemed to float in real lives or our dreams? In that sunset we or Black Band, was the Duke Giovanni de radiant particles—I saw the sun just setting, saw the triumph of dreaming, the conquest | Medici, who married his cousin Maria Salviati, a round, red orb against the palest green. If of the impossible :
thus uniting his branch of the house with sunsets and atmosphere could not do any
that of Lorenzo the Magnificent, and his son thing, I should say that it was impossible for
" What you can do, or dream yon can, begin it;
Cosmo I. assumed the title of grand-duke. 80 red a sun to be defined against so pure a
His statue stands in front of the Uffizi Galgreen without intermediate tints of crimson; The third remarkable sunset occurred in lery, and his mercory fills an important epoch but there it was, and to the north floated the second year of our war, and was seen in the history of Florence. three hazy clouds as like the dreadful sisters from Long Branch-a place noted for beau That evening, as we drove on the Cascine, of the caldron as if an artist's hand had tiful sunsets.
we saw the most glorious crimson sunset I shaped them. Many persons saw and noted It was a desperately unhappy time. I have ever seen. Every variety and shade of them. Had Mrs. Kemble's genius called need not recapitulate its borrors. Every one that enchanting color filled the sky. It was them from the subtile gases of the atmos at that gay watering-place was watching for the color of the giglio, or famous lily of Florphere? Had her wand, which she might the echo of defeat. The sea was brilliant, entine heraldry, and from east to west was have stolen from Prospero, again summoned beautiful, and unsympathetic—a siren, as she a black band of cloud-so black that it was them to the vision of mankind ? Then, as always is, treacherous and enticing. One got almost inky. We could not help feeling that we looked, the green became incarnadined, a little courage by bathing in the morning, it was an atmospheric compliment to our bisthe whole western sky was as red as Lady and by watching her blue and silver as she torical researches. This black band of cloud Macbeth's hand; blood, blood everywhere—“I decked herself in the sunbeams. Naught on such a superb crimson produced a curicould not have believed there was so much but the murmur in her vacant shells told of ous, weird, and unnatural effect. Thousands blood in him”—and slowly and solemnly the the sorrows she locked in her secret caverns. of the gay pleasure-seekers on the Cascine three sisters took on the crimson hue, and From the land came the wail of the dead and saw and admired it; few besides ourselves asthen dissolved, and faded away into night dying. Wives were listening to the readers sociated it with the stormy and romantic hero and mystery, where they live and have their of the news, with hands clasped over their who had made his Black Band so famous. being
ears, dreading and hoping. Daughters, sis Thus it will be seen that sunsets, like The second remarkable sunset that I re- ters, lovers--all, all were in that sickening beauty, live in the eye of the gazer. It is a member was in that tropical sea which em agony. of suspense which is worse than the pleasant coincidence when your own mind braces the Antilles. One must pardon much sober certainty of woe, when there came a can go forth to profit by the miracles of the to the soft enchantment which wraps the im- bulletin of bad news. One little wife whom sunset, as well as by all the other gratuitous aginative traveler as he first enters the gentle we all loved, whose husband, a captain, was miracles of Nature. delights of the tropics. It is “a land in at the front, had paced the beach, with her The fifth gorgeous sunset was over the which it is always afternoon,” and one floats | long hair floating over her cloak, for many a castle at Edinburgh. It was after Holyrood, delicately and naturally toward sunset. The sunset hour. One evening she called us out after a day spent in seeing that wonderful neighborhood of the sea is always favorable to see a gorgeous sunset. It was one of the town wbich Walter Scott so loved, after & to beautiful effects of sunset. The god of opal effects, the crimson behind the pale week's enjoyment of the Frith of Forth, Arday dies as the dolphin with innumerable green, the fire hidden, lambent, fasbing, for thur's Seat, Salisbury Crags, the old Castle tints of color. We had floated like Ulysses a moment, then gliding behind the cloud, of Craigmillar, and the dear delights of Melon those smooth and dreamy waters for days, when up from the sea came a bideous black rose, “Roslyn Chapel fair," Abbotsford, and and we talked of Columbus as we approached procession of dark vapors—an army with Dryburgh Abbey. I suppose Edinburgh is the Virgin Islands. How frail was that bark; banners, horses, and horsemen, and a long perhaps the most picturesque town in the how ignominiously small and poor the en black line in which our prophetic and excited world. Nuremberg and Venice have strong tourage of the greatest and most courageous souls saw hearses, coffins, and the panoply claims to the title, but Edinburgh, with its of dreamers and poets! Columbus, taking of death. That night came dreadful news- new and old town, its hills and hollows, its the undiscovered sea into the hollow of his a battle had been fought, the carnage had wildness and finish, palace and precipice, its hand, was the greatest of visionaries. When been terrible, and our captain was killed, and giant rock and old feudal castle in the midst he sailed to meet that floating sea-weed he bis little wife lay insensible, with her long of the city, is certainly preëminent. This took a leap in the dark which no human be hair about her, a mourning veil.
sunset, with so many memories behind it, ing has paralleled. Who wrote that fine The fourth sunset was in Florence-dear was sure to be remarkable; it was tranquil, verse?
Italian city, famous also for its sunsets. the new moon hung over it; the sky was "Thou Luther of the darkened deep,
Whether that long line of the high Carrara pale-blue, and gold, and green, with dogs' Not more courageous tbou than he ! Mountains helps this desirable consummation, heads in white clouds toward the south, inHis greatness woke Earth's troubled sleep, whether the civic glories and romantic his- dicating possible rain on the morrow, when While thine unbound the sea !"
tories have floated upward, whether the cold up came one little red shape, a heart-was it Luther and Columbus and Franklin were breezes from the Alps meet half-way the soft- | the Heart of Mid-Lothian ? new, great, original, courageous men—they er airs of the Apennines, I know not. There The many significant sunsets described did great work for the human race. Colum- is no apparent reason for the beauty of Flor- by travelers are all distanced by Mr. Whymbus, by far the most romantic of them all, entine sunsets, but they have " that best ex- per's remarkable story of the cross which he we talked of “as we sailed! as we sailed : cuse for being "—they are most beautiful. saw in the heavens at sunset after the terri