THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HEINRICH STILLING, AULIC COUNSELLOR OF THE GRAND DUKE OF BADEN, &c, &c. . Eransrtateü front tije ÖKerman b£ Jacfeson. NEW-YORK: IJARPER & BROTHERS, 82 CLIFF-STREET. 18 44. Price 25 Cents. f The Autobiography of Heinrich Stilling, Late Aulic Counsellor to the Grand-duke of Baden, &c. Translated from the German, by S. Jackson. Price 25 cents. OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. From Frazer's Magazine. '• This book is the most delightful in the whole course of German literature. It is equal, without being an allegory, to Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress." Tail's. m Why has a work so long been withheld, or overlooked, which only requires to be known to make its way to the purest and soundest portion of the true old heart of England, and to keep its place on our parlour shelves, somewhere be- tween the • Memoirs of Oberlin,' and those of our own 1 Vic- ar of Wakefield V This may seem high praise ; but it is as highly merited. Let us conclude with hearty thanks to Mr. Jackson, who has given us a book from the German, which ought to become extensively popular, and which we trust will long continue to be admired by English readers, from its delightful affinity with all that is felt to be the finer parts of our best national characteristics." Metropolitan. " The first part of this book is exquisitely pastoral ; and the beautiful simplicity of nature was never made to appear more beautiful than it does in the unsophisticated charac- ters of the Stilling family. From his youth upward, Hein- rich seems to have been marked by the hand of God as one chosen to vindicate his ways, and to show how a true Chris- tian could bear up against all evils, pass unscathed through all trials, and meet, with pious resignation, all tribulations. It is a book for the serious, and to make the thoughtless be- come so." Evangelical. " It is indeed a remarkable production ; incident and di- alogue are wrought up together, in a manner strongly re- sembling the composition of romance : yet we cannot doubt the truth of the narrative. The story is simple as the Pil- grim's Progress, and fascinating as Robinson Crusoe." Monthly Repository. u The book is one of that species, the enjoyment of which both implies and produces good in the reader. It resembles those simple scenes in nature, the charm of which is sent home to the heart by the universal power of nature, and fixes itself there more firmly than can all the violence of tor- rent, precipice, and tempest. An indescribable interest pervades the volume." Printing Machine. * " This is a book not to be talked about, but to be fallen in love with, and one, therefore, rather for readers than for critics. It is like a beautiful human countenance, formed to take the hearts of all beholders, but which yet no one ever became enamoured of from the truest and liveliest description. The book is altogether one of the most de- lightful we have ever read. On the whole, perhaps, in the interest it excites, and the hold it takes of the mind, it re- minds us as much of the effect of Robinson Crusoe as of any other narrative we know ; but the two differ in this, that whereas Defoe's work gives to fiction all the life and force of fact, this charms us by making fact as interesting and poetical as fiction. But in Stilling's life, the representation, if less rich and diversified, has perhaps even, from its great- er simplicity and more perfect unity, that which insinuates itself deeper into the heart. This is a mere story of ordi- nary life, but told by an extraordinary mind, which sheds over it of its own beauty, and makes its stoniest places to blossom like the rose. We feel that we have met with an honest book, as we might feel after having made acquaint- ance with a man, that we had found in him a noble na- ture. That simplicity of spirit which is not ignorance, but the highest wisdom, is spread over every page of the book like sunlight." Spectator. u Heinrich Stilling contains a complete picture of German life as exhibited among the better classes of the peasantry. It also presents us with a picture of a singular and power- ful, if not a first-rate mind, and with the struggles its own- er underwent in the pursuit of learning." Literary Gazette. " A more perfect specimen of a style of writing peculiar to Germany has never yet received an English translation. It is therefore a literary curiosity." Athenatum. "As a book of genuine and unaffected character, this biography has been rarely surpassed. The third volume closes a biography which, for its truth and simplicity, should be acceptable to all, whatsoever be their sect or party." Sun. " The first part of the book is strictly a prose pastoral, ad- hering closely to nature, and furnishing the reader with de- lightful specimens of the better class of German peasantry. The characters of the author's family, and the descriptions of his own early wanderings and studies, are given with a minuteness to which nothing but their extreme beauty and delicacy could reconcile us ; but, indeed, Stilling, like our own Goldsmith, adorns everything he touches— so fertile is his fancy, and so picturesque his power of narration. It is greatly to his credit, too, that though his book is impregna- ted with a strong religious feeling, and his scriptural allu- sions are incessant, there is no cant or affectation of supe- rior virtue about him. Piety, in his estimation, is a thing to feel, not to talk about ; hence he recommends himself to all classes of readers. * * * But the main charm of this book is its unaffectedness, in which quality it may vie even with the Robinson Crusoe of Defoe." Conversations Lexicon. English Edition, Glasgow, vol. iv., p. 273. " His celebrated work is incomparable. He relates with modesty and simplicity the way in which his life was pass- ed among the classes of people less favoured by extensive gifts of fortune ; and his pious and pure heart discloses it- self so unaffectedly and involuntarily, and the stylo is at the same time so excellent, that the work is one of the most popular among the German classics." Christian Observer, Feb., 1836. " The translation, and not least that of the poetry, is well executed. Jung, or, as he is more commonly called, Stilling, was a truly devout man, and unwearied in his labours to stem the torrent of vice and infidelity that broke in upon his na- tive land. Penny Cyclopaedia. " It was at Goethe's suggestion that he wrote his inter- esting Autobiography, to whom he had often related it. As a writer he was very popular." EXTRACTS FROM FOREIGN NOTICES. From Goe~the's Autobiography. " Among the new-comers, there was one who particularly interested me ; his name was Jung, and is the same who was afterward known under the appellation of Stilling. On becoming more intimately acquainted with him, he was found to possess a sound understanding, which, reposing upon the mind, suffered itself to be governed by inclinations and passions ; and from this very mind arose an enthusiasm for all that is good, right, and true, in the utmost possible purity : for his course of life had been very simple, and yet had abounded with events, and a manifold activity. The element of his energy was an impregnable faith in God, and in an assistance immediately proceeding from Him, which obviously justified itself in an uninterrupted provision, and an infallible deliverance from every distress, and every evil. Jung had experienced numerous instances of this kind in his fife, and they had recently been frequently repeated ; so that though he led a frugal life, yet it was without care and with the greatest cheerfulness ; and he applied himself most diligently to his studies, although he could not reckon upon any certain subsistence from one quarter of a year to an- other. I urged HIM TO write HIS LIFE, and he promised to do so." Mathison's Letters, Part I. " Stilling, far from throwing too brilliant a light upon the picture of his life, has, on the contrary, placed manv things, and invariably those which are precisely the most' honour- able to his spirit and his heart, in a dubious and uncertain light. He has preserved in it many an excellent popular ballad." Conversations Lexicon. " He has described the greatest part of his life, without fictitious embellishments, in the celebrated work, ' Heinrich Stilling's Childhood, Youthful Years, and Wanderings.' in a manner which completely corresponds with his mental and piously poetic character." THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HEINRICH STILLING, LATE AULIC COUNSELLOR TO THE GRAND DUKE OF BADEN, &c, &c., &C. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY S, JACKSON. NEW- YORK: PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, No. 82 Cliff- Street. 18 44. PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. There is a species of confidence felt in introducing to the notice of the public any foreign work which has been well received and frequently reprinted in the original, especially when it has been thought wor- thy of translation into other languages ; and this confidence is considerably aug- mented, when the object of the work is such as the translator can most cordially recommend to his readers, and when moral and religious instruction is conveyed in its most striking and attractive form. The translator experiences this confi- dence, in a high degree, with reference to the work he has now the pleasure of laying before the public. It is the biography of no every-day character ; but of one who, from the lowest ranks of society, rose to a station of eminent usefulness, like some brilliant star, which, gradually emerging from a cloudy horizon, increases in bright- ness the nearer it approaches its meridian, and gives light to many a way-worn and benighted traveller on his dubious path. In describing his own remarkable history, the author has developed such a beautiful and indubitable guidance of Providence, as should put unbelief to the blush, and prove highly encouraging to all who are placed in similarly trying circumstances. And here the translator cannot avoid the remark, which, indeed, will be obvious to every reflecting mind, that a memoir of any individual written by himself, is much more intrinsically valuable than one that proceeds from the pen of another person. For unless the latter content himself with a bare statement of facts — which, however striking, afford only a certain degree of interest — being necessarily ignorant of the hidden workings of the heart and mind, he is obliged to supply the motives which he supposes to have actuated the individual ; and which, since the minds of men are as various as their countenances, are seldom according to truth. Hence it is, that such memoirs very frequently convey more of the spirit of the biographer, than of the in- dividual whose life is narrated; so that those who have personally known the lat- ter, are scarcely able to recognize him in his strange attire. But the life of Heinrich Stilling possess- es another advantage, which must not be overlooked. It was written, in the first instance, under an assumed name, and scarcely with the intention of being made public. Hence the author felt himself more at liberty to draw a faithful portrait, both as regards his interior and exterior life, without regard to the praise or cen- sure that might be bestowed upon him. It subsequently became known, indeed,, that he was the author of it ; but the scenes of humiliation through which he had pass- ed, had too deeply abased him in his own esteem to permit him to feel elated, even from the deserved honours he so abundant- ly received ; ana ^hen, at the close, he throws off his disguise, and appears before the reader under his real na«^, it is only to place himself in as humble a point of view as possible, in order that all the git^y and the praise may be rendered unto Him,, to whom he considered them so justly due. The remark made above, with reference to autobiography, may be also correctly applied to the mode of translation. If, in order to preserve a certain elegance of style and fluency of expression, the trans- lator takes the liberty of remodelling every* sentence, and clothing the author's ideas- in language of his own, he will certainly fail of conveying the true spirit of the original, and therefore seldom succeed in satisfy- ing the reader. The translator, in accord- ance with the judgment of a late eminent writer, has acted upon the opposite princi- ple, and has sought only to give a faithful version of his author, so far as the differ- ence in the idiom of the language would permit. In a work like the present, in consequence of the familiar mode of ex- pression so frequently employed, the diffi- culty is so much the greater; and the translator must therefore cast himself upon the lenity of his readers, and intreat in this instance the indulgence which has been extended to his former labours. January 31st, 1835. HEINRICH STILLING. PART I. HEINRICH STILLING'S CHILDHOOD. CHAPTER I. I There is, in Westphalia, a diocese, which aies in a very mountainous district, whose sum- mits overlook many little provinces and princi- palities. The village in which the church is sit- uate is called Florenburgh; for the inhabitants have long had a disgust at the name of a village, and, therefore, although compelled to live by farming and grazing, have always sought to maintain a superiority over their neighbours, who are mere peasants ; and who say of them, that they have gradually expelled the name of Florendorf,* and introduced that of Floren- burght in its stead. But, be that as it may, it certainly possesses a magistracy, the head of which, in my time, was Johannes Henricus Scultetus. Rude and ignorant people called him, out of the town-house, Maister Hans ; but hon- est townspeople were also wont to say, Mister Schulde. A league from this place, towards the south- west, lies the little village of Tiefenbach, so call- ed from its situation between hills, at the feet of which the houses overhang the water on both sides, which, flowing from the valleys to the south and north, meets just in the deepest and narrowest part, where it forms a river. The eastern hill is called the Giller; it rises perpen- dicularly, and its flat side, turned towards the west, is thickly covered with beech-trees. From thence there is a prospect over fields and mead- ows, which is bounded on both sides by lofty and connected mountains. They are entirely planted with oak and beech-trees, and no open- ing is visible, except where a boy may be fre- quently seen driving an ox, and gathering fire- wood on his half-trodden path. Below the northern hill, called the Geisenberg, which ascends towards the clouds like a sugar- loaf, and on whose summit lie the ruins of an ancient castle, stands a house in which Stilling's parents and forefathers dwelt. About thirty years ago, there lived in it an old man, named Eberhard Stilling, a peasant, and burner of charcoal. During the whole of the summer he remained in the woods, and made charcoal ; but went home once a week to look- after his family, and to furnish himself with pro- visions for another week. He generally came home on the Saturday evening, in order that on the Sunday he might go to church at Floren- burgh, where he was one of the churchwardens. In this consisted the chief business of his life. He had six grown-up children, of whom the eld- est two were sons, and the others daughters. Once, as Eberhard was descending the hill, and contemplating, with the utmost composure, * Dorf, a village. t Burgh, a town I the setting sun, while whistling the tune of the hymn, " The sun its glorious course has run," and reflecting upon the subject, he was overta- ken by his neighbour Stahler, who was walk- ing a little quicker, and probably did not trouble himself much about the setting sun. After pro- ceeding a while close behind him, and hem- ming several times in vain, Stahler commenced a conversation, which I must here insert verba- tim. Stahler. — "Good evening, Ebert!" Stilling. — " Thank you, Stahler!" (continuing to whistle.) Stahler. — "If the weather continues thus, we shall soon be ready with our woods. I think we shall finish in three weeks." Stilling. — M May be" (whistling again). Stahler. — " I am no longer so able as I was, lad ! I am already sixty-eight years old, and thou art near seventy." Stilling. — " That's very likely. There sets the sun behind the hill; I cannot sufficiently re- joice at the goodness and love of God. I was just thinking about it; it is likewise evening with us, neighbour Stahler ! The shades of death rise daily nearer us; he will surprise us before we are aware. I must thank Eternal Goodness, which has sustained, preserved, and provided for me so bountifully, not only to-day, but all my life long." Stahler— " That's probable !" Stilling.— 1 ' I wait also, really without lear, lor the important moment when I shall be delivered from this cumbersome, old, and stiffening body, and be able to associate with the souls of my forefathers, and other holy men, in a state of eter- nal rest. There I shall find Doctor Luther, Cal- vin, CEcolampadius, Bucer, and others, in whose praise our late pastor, Mr. Winterbergh, has so often spoken to me, and said that, next to the Apostles, they were the most pious of men." Stabler. — " That's possible ! But tell me, Ebert, hast thou known the people thou hast just mentioned V Stilling.—" How foolishly thou talkest ! They have been dead above two hundred years." Stahler. — "So! that's surprising!" Stilling. — " Besides, all my children are grown up ; they have learned to read and write, they are able to earn their bread, and will soon need neither me nor my Margaret." Slahler.—" Need ! that's easily said ! How soon may a girl or boy go astray, attach them- selves, perhaps, to poor people, and cause a slur upon their family, when their parents can no longer attend to them !" Stilling. ,: I am not afraid of all that. God 4 HEINRICH STILLING. be thanked, that my attention to them is not ne- cessary. By my instructions and example, I have, through God's blessing, implanted in my children such an abhorrence of that which is evil, that 1 have no further occasion to fear." Stahler laughed heartily — just as a fox would laugh, if he could, that had carried off a pullet in spite of the watchful chanticleer — and continu- ed: "Ebert, thou hast much confidence in thy children ; but I think thou wilt change thy tone when I tell thee all that I know." Stilling turned about, stood still, leaned upon his axe, smiled with the most contented and con- fident countenance, and said, " What dost thou know, Stahler, that would so pain me to the soul ?" Stahlcr. — "Hast thou heard, neighbour Still- ing, that thy son Wilhelm, the schoolmaster, is about to marry 1" Stilling. — " No, I know nothing of it yet." Stahle/: — " Then I will tell thee, that he ia- tends to have the daughter of the ejected preach- er, Moritz, of Lichthausen, and that they~are al- ready betrothed." Stilling. — " That they are betrothed, is not true ; but it may be that he intends to have her." They now went on further. Stahler.— " Can that be, Ebert? Canst thou suffer that ? Canst thou give thy son to a beg- gar-woman, that has nothing'?" Slitting. — "The honest man's children have never begged ; and if they had ? But which daughter is it? Moritz has two daughters." Stahler.—" Doris." Stilling. — " 1 am willing to end my days with Doris. 1 shall never forget it. She came to me, one Sunday afternoon, saluted me and Mar- garet from her father, sat down, and was silent. 1 saw in her eyes what she wanted, but 1 read from her cheeks that she could not tell it. I ask- ed her if she needed any thing. She was silent, and sighed. I went and fetched her four rix- dollars! ' There !' said I, ' I will lend you this, till you can pay me again.' " Stahler. — " Thou mightest as well have given her them ; thou wilt never have them again, as long as thou livest." Slilling.—" It was, in fact, my intention to give her the money; but if 1 had told her so, the girl would have been still more ashamed. 'Ah,' said she, 'kindest, dearest father Slilling! (the good girl wept heartfelt tears;) when I see how my old papa mumbles his dry bread in his mouth, and cannot chew it, my heart bleeds.' My Margaret ran and fetched a large jug of sweet milk; and she has ever since sent them sweet milk two or three times a week." Stahler.— " And thou canst suffer thy son Wil- helm to have the girl ?" Stilling.— •" If he will have her, with all my heart. Healthy people are able to earn some- thing; rich people may lose what they have." Stahler. — " Thou saidst before, that thou didst not know any thing of it. Yet thou knowest, as thou sayest, that they are not yet betrothed." Stilling.—" I am confident of it ! He will cer- tainly ask me first." Siahler,—" Hear ! hear ! He ask thee ? Yes, thou mayest wait long enough for that." Stilling.—" Stahler ! I know my Wilhelm. I have always told my children they might marry as rich or as poor as they would or they could, and that they should only have regard to indus- try and piety. My Margaret had nothing, and 1 a farm burdened with debt. God has blessed me, so that I can give each of them a hundred guilders, cash down." Slahler. — " I am not a Mr. Indifferent, like thee. I must know what I do, and my children shall marry as I find best." "Every one makes his shoe according to his own last," said Stilling. He was now before his house-door. Margaret Stilling had already sent her daughters to bed. A piece of pancake stood for her Ebert in an earthen dish, on the hot ashes ; she had also added a little butter to it. A pitcher of milk and bread stood on the bench, and she began to be anxious about her husband's long delay. At length, the latch of the door rat- tled, and he entered. She took his linen wallet from his shoulder, spread the table, and brought him his supper. " Strange," said Margaret, " that Wilhelm is not here yet ! I hope no mis- fortune has happened to him. Are there any wolves about?" "What of that?" said father Stilling, and laughed, for so he was wont; he often laughed loudly, when he was quite alone. The schoolmaster, Wilhelm Stilling, now en- tered the room. After saluting his parents with a good evening, he sat down upon the bench, rested his cheek upon his hand, and was thought- ful. It was long before he said a word. Old Stilling picked his teeth with a knife, for such was his custom after meals, even though he had eaten no flesh-meat. At length the mother be- gan : "Wilhelm, I was afraid something had happened to thee, because thou art so late." Wilhelm answered, "Oh, mother! there was no- need of that. My father often says, he that is in the line of duty need fear nothing." He then became pale and red by turns ; at length, he broke out, and said, with a faltering voice — "At Lichthausen (for so the place was called where he kept a school, and made clothes at the same time for the peasants,) there dwells a poor eject- ed preacher; I am inclined to marry his elder daughter. If you, my parents, are both satis- fied, there will be no further hindrance." " Wil- helm," answered his father, "thou art twenty- three years old; I have had thee taught; thou hast knowledge enough, but canst not help thy- self forward in the world, for thou hast lame feet. The damsel is poor, and not accustomed to hard labour: how dost thou think of maintaining thy- self in future?" The schoolmaster answered, "My trade will support me; and with regard to the rest, I will resign myself entirely to Divine providence, which will provide for me and my Doris, as well as for the birds of the air." "What sayest thou, Margaret?" said the old man. " Hem ! what should I say ?" rejoined she; "dost thou remember what answer I gave thee, during our courtship? Let us take Wil- helm and his wife into the house with us, where he may carry on his trade. Doris shall assist me and my daughters, as much as she is able. She can always learn something, for she is still young. They may take their meals with us; what he earns he shall give us, and we will pro- vide them both with what is needful; this seems to me the best way." "If thou thinkest so," re- plied ftther Stilling, "he may fetch the damsel home. Wilhelm ! Wilhelm ! think of what thou art doing ; it is no trifling matter. The God of thy fathers bless thee with all that thou and thy maiden require." The tears stood in Wilhelm's eyes; he shook his father and mother by the hand, promised them all fidelity, and went to bed. And after old Stilling had sung his even- ing hymn, fastened the door with a wooden bolt, S T I L L I N G'S and Margaret had been to see the kine, whether they all lay and ruminated, they also went to bed. Wilhelm entered his chamber, to which there was only a shutter, which did not, however, shut so closely as not to admit so much of the day to glimmer through as to make it evident when it was time to rise. This window was still open ; ne, therefore, stepped towards it ; it looked di- rectly towards the forest; all was profoundly still, except where two nightingales sang most sweetly. This had often served as a hint to "Wilhelm. He sank down by the wall. " O God !" sighed he, " I thank thee for having given me such parents. O that I may cause them joy ! Let me never be burdensome to them. I thank thee, that thou art giving me a virtuous wife. bless me !" His tears and his emotions im- peded his words, and his heart spoke untterable things, which only those can know who have themselves been in similar circumstances. No one ever slept more sweetly than the schoolmaster. His inward felicity awoke him in the morning earlier than usual. He arose, went into the wood, and renewed all the holy resolutions he had ever formed dufing his life. At seven o'clock he went home again, and ate his breakfast of milk pottage and bread and but- ter. After the father had first shorn his beard, and then the son, while the mother consulted with the daughters which of them should remain at home and which should go to church, they dressed themselves. All this was finished in half an hour; the daughters then went before,. Wilhelm followed them, and last of all the father, with his thick thorn stick. When old Stilling went out with his children, they were always obliged to go before him, that he might observe their gait and manners, and instruct them in propriety of behaviour. After sermon, Wilhelm went again to Licht- hausen, where he was schoolmaster, and where his elder married brother, Johann Stilling, also dwelt. Mr. Moritz, the old clergyman, with his two daughters, had hired a couple of rooms in a neighbouring house, in which he resided. After Wilhelm had read a sermon to his peasantry, in the chapel, in the afternoon, and sung a hymn with them according to ancient usage, he hast- ened to Mr. Moritz's, as fast as his lame feet would permit. The old man had just sat down to his harpsichord, and was playing a hymn tune. His morning-gown was very clean, and beautifully washed ; there was not a rent to be seen in it, but certainly at least a hundred patch- es. Near him, on a chest, sat Dorothy, a girl of two-and-twenty years of age, likewise very cleanly, though poorly clad, who very sweetly sang the hymn to her father's tune. She beck- oned to Wilhelm with a cheerful smile ; he sat down by her, and sang with her, out of her book. As soon as the hymn was finished, the clergy- man saluted Wilhelm, and said, " Schoolmaster, 1 am never better pleased than when I play and sing. When I was a preacher, I often let the people sing a long time ; because in the union of so many voices the heart soars far away above every thing earthly. But 1 must now speak to you of something else. My daughter Doris stammered out to me yesterday evening, that she loves you ; but I am poor ; what do your parents say ?" " They are heartily satisfied with it," answered Wilhelm. The tears burst from the bright eyes of Dorothy, and the venerable old man, standing up, took his daughter's right hand, gave it to Wilhelm, and said, "I have CHILDHOOD. 5 nothing in the world but two daughters; this one is the apple of my eye; take her, son! take her !" He wept. " May the blessing of Jeho- vah descend upon you, and make you blessed in the presence ol Him and his saints, and blessed in the sighf of the world ! May your children be real Christians, and your posterity be great ! May their names stand written in the book of life ! My whole life has been devoted to God ; I have pursued my course with much weakness, but without offence, and have loved all men; be this your rule of lile also, so shall my remains rest in peace !" Here he wiped his eyes. The two lovers kissed his hands, his cheek, and his lips ; and afterwards each other also, for the first time, and then sat down again. The old gentleman now began as follows : " But hast thou not observed, Doris, that thy future hus- band has lame feet'?" "Yes, papa," said she, " I have seen it ; but then he speaks to me so kindly and piously that I seldom pay attention to his feet." "Well, Doris, but young women generally look at a man's figure." "I too, papa," was her answer; "but Wil- helm pleases me just as he is. If he had straight feet, he would not be Wilhelm Stilling, and how 'could I love him then V' The clergyman smiled contentedly, and con- tinued: "Thou must this evening provide us with something to eat ; for thy bridegroom must sup- with thee." "I have nothing," said the in- nocent girl, " but a little milk, cheese, and bread ; and who knows whether Wilhelm will be satis- fied with HT "Yes," rejoined Wilhelm, "eat- ing a piece of dry bread with you, is pleasanter than thick milk with white bread and pancakes." Mr. Moritz meanwhile put on his worn-out brown coat, with black buttons and button-holes, took his old japanned cane, and went out, say- ing, " I will go to the justice's deputy ; he will lend me his gun, and I will then see if I cannot shoot something." This he did frequently ; for he had been a friend of the chase in his youth. Our two lovers were now alone, and this was what they wished. When he was gone, they took hold of each other's hands, sat down to- gether, and told each other what each had felt, spoken, and done, since they became fond of each other. As soon as they had done, they began again at the commencement, and gave the tale a variety of turns, so that it was always new — tedious to every one else, but not so to them. Frederica, Moritz's other daughter, interrupt- ed their enjoyment. She burst into the room, singing an old ballad. On seeing them she start- ed. " Do I disturb you 1" asked she. " Thou never disturbest me," said Doris, " for I never attend to what thou sayest or doest." "Yes, thou art pious." rejoined'the other; " but darest thou sit so near the schoolmaster % It is true, he is also pious." " And besides that, thy future brother-in-law," interrupted Doris ; " we have been this day betrothed to each other." " There will be therefore a wedding for me," said Fred- erica, and skipped out of the door again. While they were sitting together thus pleas- antly, Freden'ca burst violently into the room again. " Oh !" cried she, stammering ; " they are bringing my father bleeding into the village. Jost, the gamekeeper, is striking him incessant- ly, and three of the squire's men are dragging him along. Ah, they will beat him to death !" Doris uttered a loud cry, and flew out of the 6 HEI N RICH door. Wilhelm hastened after her, but the good man could not run so fast as she. His brother Johann dwelt close to Mr. Moritz ; him he call- ed to his assistance. These two then went to- wards the noise. They found Moritj in the inn, sitting on a chair, his grey hair clotted with blood ; the servant-men and the gamekeeper stood round him, swore, mocked, shook their fists in his face, and a snipe that had been shot lay before Moritz on the table. The impartial landlord quietly served them with liquor. Fred- erica begged suppliantly for mercy, and Doris for a little spirit to wash her father's head ; but she had no money to pay for it, and the loss would have been too great for the landlord to have given her half a glass. But as women are naturally merciful, the landlady brought up some in a piece of broken pot which had stood under the tap of the gin cask, and with it Doris washed her father's head. Moritz had already repeatedly said that the squire had given him permission to shoot as much as he pleased ; but he was, unfortunately, at that time from home ; the old gentleman therefore was silent, and of- fered no further excuse. Things were in this situation when the brothers Stilling entered the inn. The first revenge they took was on a glass of gin, with which the landlord was coming out of the cellar, and carrying very carefully, lest any of it should be spilled ; although this pre- caution was not very necessary, for the glass was above a quarter empty. Johann Stilling slruck the landlord over the hand, so that the glass flew against the wall, and broke into a thousand pieces. But Wilhelm, who was al- ready in the room, seized his father-in-law by the hand and led him out of it in silence, with as much gravity as if he had been the squire himself, without saying any thing to any one. The gamekeeper and the servants threatened and held him, first in one place and then an- other ; but Wilhelm, who was as much strong- er in his arms as he was weaker in his feet, saw and heard nothing, continued silent, and labour- ed but to get Moritz loose ; wherever he found a clenched hand he broke it open, and thus he brought him out of the door. Johann Stilling, meanwhile, spoke with the gamekeeper and the servant men, and his words were daggers to them; for every one knew how high he stood in the squire's esteem, and how often he went to sup with him. The affair at length terminated thus : at the return of the squire, the gamekeeper was dis- missed, and Moritz received twenty dollars for the pain he had suffered. What helped them the more quickly through, ■was that the whole place before the house was filled with peasants, who stood there smoking tobacco, and making themselves merry with the sight; and it only depended upon one of them putting the question whether their rights had not been encroached upon by this affair, and a hundred fists would have been ready, all on a sudden, to prove their Christian affection for Moritz, on the nape of Jost and his companions. They also called the landlord a cowardly pol- troon, who was obliged to submit to have his ears boxed by his wife. I must mention, in con- clusion, that old Stilling and his sons, by their grave and retired deportment, had become so much esteemed, that no one had the heart even to joke in their presence ; to which must be add- ed, what I have already touched upon above, that Johann Stilling was a great favorite with the sauire. But now to my tale again. STILLING. Old Moritz grew better in a few days, and this vexatious circumstance was the sooner forgot- ten because they were occupied with much pleasanter things; namely, preparations for the wedding, which old Stilling and his Margaret insisted, once for all, upon keeping in their own house. They fattened a couple of hens for broth, and a fat sucking-calf was destined to be roasted in large earthen dishes ; baked plums in abun- dance, and rice for the soup, together with rai- sins and currants, were provided, even to super- fluity. Old Stilling has been heard to say that this wedding cost him, in victuals alone, about ten rix-dollars. Be that as it may, all was con- sumed. Wilhelm had suspended his school for the time : for at such seasons people are not dis- posed for their ordinary employments. He also needed the time to make new clothes for his fu- ture bride and his sisters against the wedding, as well as for various other purposes. Stilling's daughters required it also. They frequently tri- ed on their new jackets and clothes of fine black cloth, and the time seemed years to them, till they could have them on for a whole day. At length the long-wished-for Thursday dawn- ed. That morning, all were awake in Stilling's house before the sun, except the old man, who, having returned late from the woods the evening before, slept quietly till it was time to accom- pany the wedding-people to the church. They then went in due order to Florenburgh, where the bride, with her train, had already arrived. The marriage ceremony was performed without any gainsaying ; after which they all proceeded to Tiefenbäch, to the marriage feast. Two long boards had been laid close together on blocks of wood, in the room, instead of a table. Marga- ret had spread over them her finest table-cloths, and the dinner was then served up. The spoons were of maple, beautifully smooth, and emboss- ed with roses, flowers, and foliage. The knives had fine yellow wooden handles; the plates, turned out of white beech- wood, were also beau- tifully round and smooth. The beer foamed in white stone jugs, enamelled with blue flowers. However, Margaret left every one at liberty to drink her pleasant perry, instead of beer, if they preferred it. After they had all eaten and drunk sufficient- ly, rational conversation commenced. But Wil- helm and his bride preferred being and talking alone ; they therefore went deep into the woods ; their affection seemed to increase the further they withdrew from mankind. Ah! if there had been no necessities of life — no cold, no frost, nor wet, what would have been wanting in the earthly felicity of this newly-married coupled The two old fathers, meanwhile, who had sat down alone, with a mug of beer before them, fell into serious conversation. Stilling spoke as follows : " My dear sir, it has always seemed to me that you would have done better if you had not applied yourself to alchymy." Moritz.—" Why, my friend V Stilling. — " If you had prosecuted the watch- making business without interruption, you would have been able richly to earn your bread ; but now your labour has availed you nothing, and what you had has been also expended upon it." Moritz.—' 1 You are both in the right and in the wrong. If I had known that from thirty to forty years would have elapsed before I found the philosopher's stone, I should certainly have considered before beginning it. But now, as I STILLING'S CHILDHOOD. 7 have learned something by long experience, and have penetrated deep into the knowledge of na- ture, it would pain me to have plagued myself so long in vain." Stilling. — " You have certainly plagued your- self in vain hitherto, for you have all the time been scarcely able to subsist; and though you were to become as rich as you wish, yet you could not change so many years of misery into happiness ; besides which, I do not believe you will ever find it. To say the truth, I do not be- lieve that there is such a thing as the philoso- pher's stone." Moritz. — "But I can prove to you that there is. A certain Doctor Helvetius, at the Hague, has written a little book, called ' The Golden Calf,' in which it is clearly demonstrated ; so that no one, even the most incredulous, on read- ing it, can doubt of it any longer. But whether I shall obtain it or not is another question. But why not I as well as another, since it is a free gift of God V Stilling. — " If God had intended to give you the philosopher's stone, you would have had it long ago ! Why should he keep it from you so long 7 Besides, it is not necessary that you should have it; how many people live without the phi- losopher's stone !" Moritz. — " That is true ; but we ought to make ourselves as happy as we can." Stilling. — " Thirty years of misery is certain- ly no happiness : but do not take it amiss," sha- king him by the hand. "As long as I have lived, I have never wanted ; I have been healthy, and am now grown old ; I have brought up my chil- dren, had them taught, and clothed them decent- ly. I am quite content, and therefore happy ! It would be of no use to give me the philosopher's stone. But hear me, my friend : you sing very •well, and write beautifully; be schoolmaster here in this village. Frederica can be boarded elsewhere ; I have a clothes room to spare, in -which I could place a bed ; you could then live with me, and so be always with your children." Moritz. — " Your offer, my good friend, is very kind ; and I will accept it, after I have made one trial more." Stilling. — " Make no more attempts, my friend; they will certainly be fruitless. But let us talk of something else. I am very fond of astronomy; — do you know Sirius in the Great Dog?' Moritz. — " I am no great astronomer, yet still 1 know it." Stilling.— " The direction, in the evening, is generally towards the south. It is of a greenish- red colour. How far may it be from the earth 1 They say it is even much higher than the sun." Moritz. — " O certainly, a thousand times high- er." Stilling. — " Is it possible ! I am so fond of the stars. I always think I am near them, when I look at them. But do you know also the Wain and the Plough V Moritz. — "Yes; they have been pointed out to me." Stilling. — " Oh, how wonderful God is !" Margaret Stilling, hearing this conversation, came and sat down by her husband. " O Ebert !" said she, " I can easily see in a flower that God is wonderful. Let us learn to understand them ; we live among grass and flowers; let us admire them here ; when we are in heaven, we will con- sider the stars " "That is right," said Moritz; "there are so many wonders in nature; if we duly consider them, we may certainly learn the wisdom of God. Every one, however, has something to which he is particularly inclined." Thus the marriage-guests spent the day. Wil- helm and his bride returned home, and commen- ced their marriage state, of which I will say more in the following chapter. But Stilling's daughter sat in the twilight, un- der the cherry-tree, and sang the following pa- thetic ballad : — " There rode a knight once over the plain, No friend had he, no wealth, nor domain ; His sister was fair and beautiful : — ' O sister dear ! I bid thee adieu ! We never more each other shall view ; I'm travelling away to a distant land, So reach me once more thy snow-white hand, Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu !' " ' My dearest brother, I once did see — As it hopp'd about in the juniper tree — A beautiful bird of plumage gay : I threw my ring at it in a freak, It caught it up in its little beak, And flew into the forest far away. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu !' " ' The castle thou must securely close, And live in solitude and repose, Let no one enter thy chamber fair. The knight that rides the jet-black steed His tender suit will •warmly plead, But O ! of him I pray thee beware ; To many a maid he has been a snare. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu !' " The maiden wept most piteously ; The brother saluted her tenderly, And looked behind him once more. She then went up to her chamber to rest, But peace and joy had fled from her breast, For she, of all the suitor-herd, The knight of the black steed most preferr'd. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu ! u The knight that rode the steed so black Of lands and money had no lack ; He hasten'd to visit the tender maid. He frequently came at the dead of night, And went when dawn'd the morning light. He led her at length to his castle fair, To other young damsels that were there. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu ! " In the gloom of night she accompanied him there, And saw how many a damsel fair He had caused to fall so grievously. She took a cup of costly wine, And pour'd a poison vile therein, And drank to the health of the swarthy knight ;— Their eyes both closed in death that night. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu ! " They buried the knight in the castle-ring ; The maiden near to a little spring. There in the cold ground she sleeps. At the midnight hour, she wanders about. In the moonshine, and then she sighs aloud ; She walks in a robe as white as snow, And mourns to the forest of all her woe. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu ! " The noble brother hasten'd near The edge of the spring, so pure and clear, And saw that it was his sister fair. ' What doest thou here, my sister dear, That thus thou dost sigh and so doleful appear!' ' I murder'd myself and the swarthy knight, By poison in the dead of the night ; Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu !' " As vapour in the boundless space, So fled the maid, without leaving a trace — She never more was seen. The brother retired to a convent with speed, That there a holy life he might lead ; And 'lone in his cell, pour'd forth his prayer For the health of the soul of his sister dear. Adieu ! Adieu ! Adieu !'' CHAPTER II. Eberhard Stilling and Margaret his wife now experienced a novel epoch in their domes- 8 HEINRICH tic arrangements, for a newly-married couple existed in their family. The question therefore was — " Where shall these two sit, when we dine V But in order to avoid obscurity in the narrative, I must mention the rank and order which father Stilling observed at his table. At the upper end of the room, there was a bench made of an oaken board, nailed along the wall, which extended behind the stove; before this bench and opposite the stove, stood the table, fastened to the wall as a flap, that it might be fixed up against it: it was made out of an oaken plank, at which father Stilling himself had faith- fully and manfully laboured. At the front of this table sat Eberhard Stilling, up by the wall, to which it was fastened by the board. He had perhaps chosen this advantageous place in order that he might support his left elbow, and at the same time eat, without difficulty, with his right. However, of this there is no certainty, since he never expressed himself clearly upon it in his whole life. At his right hand, in front of the table, sat his four daughters, that they might the more easily pass to and fro. Margaret had her place between the table and the stove, partly be- cause she was easily chilled, and partly that she might duly overlook the table, to see if there was any thing wanting. Johann and Wilhelm used to sit on the opposite side of the table; but be- cause the one was married, and the other kept school, these places were vacant; they were, therefore, after due consideration, destined for the young married couple. Johann Stilling occasionally came to visit his parents; and the whole house rejoiced when he came, for he was a singular man. Every peas- ant in the village had respect for him. Even when he was very young, he had transformed a wooden plate into an astrolabe, and a handsome butter-box of fine beech- wood into a compass, and had likewise made geometrical observations from a neighbouring hill ; for at that time the reigning prince caused a survey to be made, and Johann had looked on when the surveyor was at work. But he was now really become an able land-measurer, and was employed by the noble and ignoble in the division of their estates. Great artists generally possess the virtue which always prompts their inventive spirit to seek something new, hence, that which they have already dis- covered, and are acquainted with, is much too tedious to refine upon still further. Johann Still- ing was therefore poor; for what he was com- petent to he neglected, in order to learn that of which he was still incapable. His good but simple wife often wished that he would apply his knowledge of the arts to the improvement of fields and meadows, in order that they might have more bread. But we will forgive the good woman for her simplicity ; she did not understand it better — Johann was wise enough in this re- spect at least; he was either silent, or smiled. Perpetual motion and the quadrature of the circle occupied him at that time ; whenever he had penetrated deeper into a mystery of this kind, he hastened to Tiefenbach to relate his discov- ery to his parents and sisters. As he ascended the village, if any of Stilling's household per- ceived him, they immediately ran home, and called all together, in order to receive him at the door. Every one then laboured with double dil- igence, in order to have nothing more to do after supper: they then placed themselves around the table, supporting their elbows upon it, and their cheeks upon their hands — all eyes were directed STILLING. to Johann's lips. All of them then assisted in finding the quadrature of the circle; even old Stilling himself devoted much attention to it. I should do violence to the inventive, or rather the natural good sense of this man, if I were to say that he contributed nothing towards it. He oc- cupied himself with it even while burning his charcoal; — he drew a string round his perry- cask, cut it with his bread-knife, then sawed a piece of board exactly four-square, and scraped it until the string just fitted it — now the four-cor- nered board must necessarily be exactly the same size as the circumference of the perry-cask.. Eberhard skipped about upon one foot, laughed at the great wise-heads who made so much work of such a simple thing, and related the discovery to his son Johann the next opportunity. We must confess the truth ;— father Stilling had cer- tainly nothing satirical in his character, yet still a little satire was intermingled here. But the- land-measurer soon put an end to his joy by say- ing, "The question, father, is not whether a joiner can make a four-cornered box, that con- tains just as much oats as a round cylindrical cask ; but it must be demonstrated what propor- tion the diameter of the circle bears to its pe- riphery, and then, how large each side of the square must be, in order that the latter be as large as the circle. But in both cases, not a thousandth part of a hair must be wanting in the calculation. It must be proved by algebra that it is correct in the theory." Old Stilling would have felt ashamed, if the- learning of his son, and his immoderate joy at it, had not expelled from him all feeling of shame.. He therefore said nothing further, except, " It is not easy to dispute with the learned;" laughed, shook his head, and continued to cut chips from a log of beech- wood, for the purpose of lighting fire and candle, or pe/haps also a pipe of tobac- co; for this was his occupation in his leisure hours. Stilling's daughters were strong and laborious ; they cultivated the earth, which yielded them abundant sustenance both in the garden and in the field. But Doris had tender hands and limbs ; she was soon weary, and then she sighed and wept. The girls were not altogether unmerci- ful ; but they could not understand why a female who was quite as tall as one of themselves was not equally able to labour. Their sister-in-law was however often obliged to rest ; but they nev- er told their parents that she scarcely earned her bread. Wilhelm soon remarked it ; he therefore- obtained the consent of the whole family, that his wife should assist him in sewing and clothes- making. This arrangement was entered upon, and all were well satisfied with it. Moritz, the old clergyman, now also visited his daughter for the first time. Doris wept for joy on seeing him, and wished to be housekeep- er herself, in order that she might treat him as she desired. He sat the whole afternoon with his children, and spoke with them on spiritual subjects. He seemed to be quite changed, timid and sad. Towards evening, he said, " Children, take me for once to the Geisenberg castle." Wilhelm laid aside his heavy iron thimble, and spat in his hands; but Doris put her thimble upon her little finger, and then they ascended the wood. " Children," said Moritz, " I feel so com- fortable under the shade of these beech-trees. The higher we ascend, the more I am at ease.. For some time past, I have seemed like one that is not at home. This autumn will certainly be- 9 S T I L L I N G'S the last of my life." Wilhelm and Doris had tears in their eyes. They sat down upon a ru- ined wall of the castle on the summit of the hill, from whence they could see as far as the Rhine, and over the whole adjacent country. The sun, in the distance, no longer stood high above the blue mountains. Moritz looked with a fixed eye upon the scene, and was silent a long time, nor did his companions say a word. " Children," said he, at length, " I leave you nothing when I die: you can well spare me. No one will la- ment me. I have spent a tedious and useless life, and have made no one happy." " My dear father," answered Wilhelm, "you have made me happy. I and Doris will lament you tender- ly." "Children," rejoined Moritz, "our incli- nations easily lead us to destruction. Of how much use might I have been in the world, if I had not been an alchymist ! I snould have made you and myself happy. (He wepr aloud.) Yet I always feel that I have acknowledged my faults, and I will still amend myself. God is a father, even to erring children. Listen to one more admonition from me, andfollow it. What- soever you do, consider well beforehand, wheth- er it will be serviceable to ahers also. If you find that it is only advantageous to yourselves, reflect that it is a work without reward. God only rewards us when we serve our neighbour. I have wandered through the world poor and un- observed, and when I am dead I shall soon be forgotten ; but I shall find mercy before the throne of Christ, and obtain salvafon." They now went home again, and Moriiz continued sad. He went about comforting theooor, and praying with them. He also worked, aid made watch- es, by which he earned his bread, and had be- sides something over. Yet fiis did not last long; for the next winter he was lost;— after three days, they found him frozen to death under the snow. t After this melancholy event, a novelty of an important kind was discovered in Stilling's house. Doris was pregnant ; and every one re- joiced in the prospect of a child, of which there had been none in the house for many years. It is indescribable what'abour and diligence were employed in preparing for the accouchement of Doris. Even old Stillog himself rejoiced at the idea of a grandson, h the hope of once more singing his old cradle soigs before his end, and of shewing his knowledges the art of education. The day of her confinenent approached; and on the 12th of September, i/40, at eight o'clock in the evening, Heinrich Stilling was born. The boy was lively, healthy and well ; and his mother was also soon better "a^ain, notwithstand- ing the predictions of the Tieh n bach sibyls. The child was baptized at Floenburgh church. But father Stilling, in order t> make the day more solemn, prepared a feas^ at which he wished to see present the Rev. Mr. Stollbein. He therefore sent his son Johann to the parson- age, to invite the gentleman to acompany him back to Tiefenbach, to partake o' the dinner. Johann went; he took off his haton entering the court-yard, in order to make to mistake ; but alas ! how often is all human preaution un- availing ! A great dog sprang forh ; Johann Stilling seized a stone, threw it, and lit the dog in the side, so that he began to howl aeadfully. The clergyman saw what passed, though the window; he rushed out full of wrath, s^ook his fist in poor Johann's face, and screaned out, " Thou ragamuffin ! '11 teach thee how to be- B CHILDHOOD. 9 have to my dog!" Stilling answered, "1 knew not that it was your reverence's dog. My broth- er and my parents have sent to invite your rev- erence to go with me to Tiefenbach, to partake of the christening-dinner." The clergyman was silent, and went away; but growled back from the house-door, "Wait; I will go with thee." He waited almost an hour in the yard, caress- ing the dog, and the poor beast was really more placable than the learned divine, who now came out of the house. The man walked along, hold- ing firmly by his cane. Johann walked timidly behind him, with his hat under his arm ; putting it on was a dangerous affair, since in his youth he had received many a box on the ear from the clergyman, for not taking it off soon enough — that is, as soon as he perceived him at a dis- tance. But still it was terrible to walk for an hour together bare-headed, in the open air, in September: he therefore thought of some con- trivance by which he might with propriety cover himself. All of a sudden Mr. Stollbein fell to the ground, and made a great splash. Johann was alarmed. " Oh !" cried he, " has your rev- erence received any harm V "What's that to- you, you lubber 1" was the man's heroic reply, while gathering himself up. Johann's fire now took flame in some measure, so that it burst forth: "I am heartily glad, then, that you have fallen," and smiled beside. "What! what!" cried the parson. But Johann put on his hat, let the lion roar without being afraid, and pro- ceeded on his way, as did his reverence also; and thus at length" they arrived at Tiefenbach. Old Stilling stood before his door, barehead- ed ; his beautiful grey hair played in the breeze ; he smiled at the clergyman, and said, while giving him his hand, " I am glad to have the pleasure of seeing your reverence, in my old age, at my table; but I should not have been so bold if my joy had not been so great in having a grandson." The clergyman wished him hap- piness, but with a well-meant threat attached, that he must be more diligent in bringing up his children, lest the curse of Eli should fall upon him. The old man stood in the conscious- ness of his ability, and smiled; however he said nothing, but conducted his reverence into the room. "I will hope," said the reverend gen- tleman, " that I am not to eat here among a swarm of peasants !" " No one dines here," re- plied father Stilling, "except myself, my wife, and children; do you call them a swarm of peasants'?" "Ay — what else 1" replied the other. " I must remind you, then, sir, that you are any thing but a servant of Christ, and that you are a pharisee. He sat with publicans and sinners, and ate with them. He was, on all oc- casions, meek, and lowly, and humble. Your reverence! my grey hairs stand on end; sit down or withdraw. Something beats here, or else I might do violence to your cloth, for which I have otherwise respect. Here, sir, here be- fore my house, rode the prince; I was standing at my door ; he knew me, and said, 1 Good morn- ir.g, Stilling!' I answered, ' Good morning, your Highness!' He dismounted from his horse, for he was wearied with hunting. ' Fetch me a crair,' said he; 'I will rest here a little.' 'I h£ve an airy room,' replied I; 'will it please your Highness to walk into the room, and sit "there at your ease V ' Yes,' said he. The ran-- ge- of the forests entered with him. There he sat, where I have placed you my best chair. Mj Margaret provided him with new milk and 10 HEINRICH bread-and-butter. He obliged us both to eat with him, and assured us that he had never relished a meal so much. Where cleanliness reigns there any one may eat. Now decide, reverend sir ! we are all hungry." The clergy- man sat down, and Stilling called his family ; but none of them would come in, not even Mar- garet herself. She filled an earthen bowl with chicken-broth for the preacher, gave him a large plate of meat and a jug of beer. Stilling him- self set it before him; the reverend gentleman ate and drank in haste, said nothing, but return- ed again to Florenburgh. They then all sat down to table. Margaret said grace, and they ate with great appetite. Even the lying-in wom- an sat in Margaret's place, with her boy at her breast; for Margaret would wait upon her chil- dren herself. She had put on a very fine white chemise, which she had worn in her bridal-days, the sleeves of which she had rolled up above the elbows. She had a stomacher and dress of fine black cloth ; and her grey locks, well pow- dered with honour and age, projected from be- neath her cap. It is really incomprehensible that during the whole meal not a word was said of the clergyman; but I am of opinion the reason was, because father Stilling did not begin about it. Whilst they were sitting thus pleasantly at dinner, a poor woman knocked at the door. She had an infant hanging at her back, wrapped in a cloth, and begged for a piece of bread. Maria hastened to give it her. The woman came in tattered and dirty clothes, which seemed, how- ever, from the cut of them, to have formerly be- longed to some gentlewoman. Father Stilling commanded that she should sit at the room-door, and that something of all should be given her. " Thou mayest offer the child some rice-pap," said he further to Maria. She ate, and relished it exceedingly ; and after she and her child were satisfied, she thanked them with tears in her eyes, and was about to depart. " No," said old Stilling; "sit and tell us from whence you are, and why you are thus obliged to travel. I will give you a little beer to drink." She sat down, and began as follows : M Ah, dear me !" said she, "how lamentable it is that I must thus wander about! (Stilling's daughter Maria had taken her seat not far from her ; she listened with the greatest attention, and her eyes were already moistened with tears.) Alas ! I am a poor woman ! Ten years ago, you folks would have thought it an honour if I had dined with you." Wilhelm Stilling. — "Surprising!" Johann Stilling. — " Unless you had been of a Stollbein disposition." Father Stilling. — "Be still, children! — let the woman speak." Woman. — " My father is the clergyman of Maria. — " What is thai 1 Your father a cler- gyman !" (drawing nearer her.) Woman. — " O yes, certainly ! — he is a clergy- man ; a very rich and learned man." Father Stilling. — " Of what place is he the clergyman ?" Woman. — " Of Goldingen, in the province of Barching. Yes, indeed ; alas, yes." Johann Stilling. — " I must search for ttat ■place upon the map; it cannot be far from ihe Mühler lake, at the upper end, towards the S?p- tentrion." Woman. — "Ah, young gentleman! I know of no place near there called Schlendrian." STILLING. Maria. — " Our Johann did not say Schlendrian. What didst thou say?' Father Stilling.— " Go on. Hush, children!" Woman. — "I was then a bonny lassie, and had many a fine opportunity to marry (Maria looked at her from head to foot), but none of them suited my father. The one was not rich enough— the other was not respectable enough — the third did not go to church often enough." Maria. — "I say, Johann, what are the people called who do not go to church V Johann Stilling. — " Hush, girl ! — separatists." Woman. — " Well ! what happened 1 I clearly saw that I should have none, if I did not help myself. There was a young journeyman bar- ber—" Maria.— •" What's that — a journeyman bar- ber?" Wilhelm Stilling. — "Sister, ask every thing afterwards ; only let the woman speak now. They are lads that shave off people's beards." Woman. — "I beg you will, as one may say. My husband could perform cures in spite of the best doctor. O yes! he did many, many cures ! In short, I ran off with him. We fixed our res- idence at Spelterburgh, which lies on the river Spa." Johann Stilling.-^" Yes, it lies there, a few miles up, where the Milder flows into it." Woman.— 11 Yes, that's the place. Unfortu- nate woman that I am ! I there ascertained that my husband associated with certain people." 'Maria. — " Were you married at the time?" Woman.— " No, truly! who would marry us? O certainly not ! (Maria drew her chair a little further from the woman.) I would absolutely not permit my husband to associate with rogues ; for although my father was only a cobbler — " On saying this, the woman packed up her child upon her back, and ran off as fast as she was able. . Father Stilling-, with his wife and children, could not comprehend why the woman broke off in the midst of her tale, and ran away. And really it required some knowledge of logic to perceive the reason of it. Every one gave his sentiments upon the subject, but all the reasons assigned were dubious. The most rational opin- ion, and at the same time the most probable, was, that the woman hid become rather indis- posed, from having e»en too much of things she was unaccustomed to ; and with this they satisfied themselves. / But father Stilling, ac- cording to his custöh, drew the following in- struction from the tie— that it was best to im- press religion and /he love of virtue upon his children ; and then/at a proper age, leave them free to choose wit) respect to marriage, if they only made such i choice as not to bring a real disgrace upon 0e family by it. Parents cer- tainly must admonish their children ; but com- pulsion no longer avails, when the individual has attained t> the age of maturity ; he then thinks he und/rstands every thing as well as his parents. J During th£ wise speech, to which all present were extremely attentive, Wilhelm sat in deep meditation./ He supported his cheek with one hand, andiooked fixedly straight before him. " Hum !" /aid he ; " every thing that the woman has relate/ seems to me suspicious. She said, at the beginning, that her father was a clergy- man at f — " Marty — "At Goldingen, in the province of Barchilg." S T I L L I N G'S Wilhelm. — " Yes, it was there. And yet she said at the end, that her father was a cobbler." All present struck their hands together with as- tonishment. It was now evident why the wom- an had run away; and it was prudently resolved to have cramps and bolts to every door and opening in the house. No one will take this amiss of the Stilling family, who has in a measure learned to see the connection of the thing. Doris said nothing during the whole time ; for what reason I cannot exactly say. She suckled her boy Heinrich every moment; for this was now all to her, and the boy was also fat and strong. The most experienced gossips, immediately after the birth of the child, could discover in its features a perfect resemblance to its father; and in particular they thought they had found traces, upon the upper eyelid of the left eye, of a future wart, which his father had there. However, a secret partiality must have induced all the neighbours to give this false tes- timony, for the boy possessed the mother's fea- tures, and her tender, feeling heart, entirely. Doris fell, by degrees, into a gentle melan- choly. She had nothing in the world that any longer gave her pleasure ; but still, nothing caused her vexation. She continually enjoyed a delightful sadness, and her tender heart seem- ed to dissolve itself wholly into tears, without grief or sorrow. If the sun arose beautifully, she wept, contemplated it pensively, and said, occasionally, " How beautiful must He be that made it !" If he set, she wept again : " There goes our soothing friend from us again," said she often, and longed to be far away in the woods, during the twilight. But nothing affect- ed her so much as the moon ; she then felt something unutterable, and often walked about whole evenings at the foot of the Geisenberg. Wilhelm almost always accompanied her, and conversed very kindly with her. They had both of them something similar in their dispositions. They could well have spared the whole world- full of people, but not the one the other; yet still they sympathised with all the misery and dis- tress of their fellow-creatures. Heinrich Stilling was almost a year and a half old, when Doris, one Sunday afternoon, re- quested her husband to walk with her to the Geisenberg castle. Wilhelm had never yet re- fused her any thing. He went with her. As soon as they entered the wood, they put their arms round each other, and went, step by step, under the shade of the trees, up the hill, accom- panied by the twittering of the birds. Doris be- gan: " What dost thou think, Wilhelm 1— shall we know each other in heaven 1" Wilhelm. — "O yes, dear Doris! Christ says of the rich man, that he knew Lazarus in Abra- ham's bosom ; and beside this, the rich man was in hell ; therefore, I certainly believe we shall know each other again in eternity." Doris. — " O Wilhelm! how I rejoice when I think that we shall be together to all eternity, entirely without sorrow, and in unmingled heav- enly felicity and delight ! I always think I could not be happy in heaven without thee. Yes, dear Wilhelm! we shall most certainly know each other there ! Now this is what I wish so heart- ily ! It is God who made my soul and my heart to wish in this manner; and He would not have implanted such hopes if they were improper, or merely fanciful. Yes, I shall know thee, and CHILDHOOD. 11 will seek thee out amongst all the people there, and then I shall be happy." Wilhelm. — " We will let ourselves be buried together, and then we shall not have long to seek." Doris. — " O that we might both die the same moment ! But what would become of our dear boy V Wilhelm. — " He would remain here, and be well brought up, and at length come to us." Doris. — " Still, I should be very anxious about him, whether he would be pious or not." Wilhelm. — " Hear me, Doris ! — thou hast been a long time particularly melancholy. To say the truth, thou makest me sad likewise. Why dost thou love to be so much alone with me] My sisters believe thou art not fond of them." Doris.— "Yet I really love them from my heart." Wilhelm. — " Thou often weepest, as if thou wert dejected, and this gives me pain. I shall be melancholy also. Hast thou any thing on thy heart, love, that torments thee ] Tell it to me. I will set thee at rest, whatever it may cost me." Doris. — " O no ! I am not dejected, dear Wil- helm ! I am not dissatisfied. I love thee, and I love our parents and sisters; yea, I love all men. But I will tell thee how I feel. In the spring, when I see how every thing shoots forth, the leaves on the trees, the flowers and the plants, it seems to me as if it did not concern me at all ; I then feel as if I were in a world to which I did not belong. But as soon as I find a yellow leaf, a faded flower, or a withered herb, my tears be- gin to flow, and I feel so comfortable I cannot tell thee; and yet I am never cheerful at such times. Formerly, all this made me sad, and I was never more joyful than in spring." • Wilhelm. — "I have no knowledge of things of this kind ; however, so much is true, that it makes me very susceptible." Whilst conversing in this manner, they came to the ruins of the castle on the side of the hill, and felt the cool breeze from the Rhine, and saw how it played with the long dry blades of grass and ivy leaves, which grew upon the fallen walls, and whistled about them. " This is just the place for me," said Doris ; " here I could wish to dwell. Tell me once more the history of Jo- hann Hübner, who lived in this castle. Let us meanwhile sit down on the rampart, opposite the walls. I would not venture within the walls for the world, whilst thou art relating it ; for I always shudder when I hear it." Wilhelm re- lated as follows : "In ancient times this castle was inhabited by robbers, who went about the country in the night, stole the people's cattle, and drove them yonder into the court, where there was a large stable, and afterwards sold them, far off, to strangers. The last robber that dwelt here was Johann Hübner. He wore armour, and was stronger than any other man in the whole country. He had only one eye, and a large curly beard and hair. In the daytime he sat with his servants, who were all very strong men, in the corner yonder, where thou seest the broken window-hole ; there they had a room; there they sat and guzzled beer. Johann Hübner saw, with his one eye, very far through the whole country; and when, ever he perceived a horseman, he called out, ' Halloa ! there goes a horseman on a very fine horse — Halloa !' Then they lay in wait for the horseman, took his horse away, and slew him. 12 HEINRICH But there was a prince of Dillenburgh, called Black Christian, a very strong man, who was always hearing of Johann Hübner's robberies, for the peasants came and complained of him. This black prince had a prudent servant, called Hanns Flick, whom he sent over the country in order to spy out this Johann Hübner. The prince himself lay behind in the Giller, which thou seest yonder, and kept himself concealed there with his horsemen ; and the peasants brought him bread, butter, and cheese. Hanns Flick did not know Johann Hübner; he roved about the country and inquired for him. At length he came to a smithy, where horses were shod. There were many wagon-wheels against the wall, which were there to be covered ; a man had leaned himself with his back against them, who had only one eye, and had on an iron jerkin. Hanns Flick went to him, and said, 1 God save thee, thou iron-jerkin man with one eye; is not thy name Johann Hübner of Geisenberg T The man answered, 'Johann Hübner of Geisenberg lies on the wheel.' Hanns Flick understood him to mean the wheel on the scaffold, and said, 1 Is that lately V ' Yes,' answered the man, ' this very day.' Hanns Flick did not fully believe him, and continued at the smithy, and watched the man who lay upon the wheel. The man whispered to the smith to shoe his horse the wrong way, so that the forepart of the^shoe was placed behind. The smith did so, and Johann Hübner rode away. As he mounted his horse, he said to Hanns Flick, ' God save thee, brave fellow ! Tell thy master he ought to send me men that can fight, and not eaves-droppe?s.' Hanns Flick stood still, and saw him ride over the field into the forest, and then ran after him, to see where he stopped. He would have followed his track, but Johann Hübner rode up and down, across and athwart, so that Hanns Flick soon lost the track of the horse; lor where he had ridden, the track was in a contrary direction ; he there- fore soon lost him, and knew not what had be- come of him. At length, however, Hanns Flick got sight of him, as he was lying yonder, with his men, on the heath in the forest, guarding the cattle they had stolen. It was in the night, by moonshine. He ran and told it to Prince Chris- tian, who with his men rode silently below, through the forest. They bound moss under the horses' feet, got near him, sprang upon him, and they fought together. Prince Christian and Jo- hann Hübner struck one another upon the iron helmets and cuirasses, so that they rang again, till at length Johann Hübner was slain, and the prince took possession of the castle. They bu- ried Johann Hübner down in the corner yonder, and the prince laid much wood about the great tower, which they also undermined. It fell in the evening, when the Tielenbach people milked their cows; the whole country about trembled with the fall. Thou seest yonder the long heap of stones down the hill; that is the tower, as it fell. Between eleven and twelve at night, Jo- hann Hübner, with his one eye, still haunts this place. He sits on a black horse, and rides about the rampart. Old Neuser, our neighbour, has seen him." Doris trembled and shuddered whenever a bird flew upwards out of the bush. " I am always fond of hearing the tale," said she, " when I am thus sitting here; and if I were to hear it ten times, I should not be tired of it. Let us walk about the rampart a little." They went together upon the rampart, and Doris sang : STILLING. " Three stars shone over a regal dome, In which three maidens abode ; Their father was gone away far from home y And on a white horse he rode. Star, shine, portentous of wo! " ' Seest thou not yet the little white horse, Dear sister, down in the dale V ? I see the white horse, pursuing its course, And trotting along the vale.' Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " ' I see the white horse, but my father's not there O sisters, our father is dead ! My heart within me is pained with fear; And glare the heavens so red !' Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " There enter'd a horseman in bloody array, Into their chamber fair ; ' O horseman, so bloody, we earnestly pray Thee our virgin lives to spare !' Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " 1 Ye may not live, ye virgins three ! — My wife, so blooming and fair, Your father did murder under a tree, — A stream of blood issued there.' Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " ' The murderer I found in the shady wood, And took his courser away ; And there did I spill his vital blood, — lie fell from the rocks that day.' Star, shine, portentous of wo! " ' My mother so dear, thou wouldst also have slain,, As down in the vale she did hie ! O sisters rejoice, we shall soon meet agaia, Right willing we are to die.' Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " The man then took a sharp-pointed knife, And pierced the maidens dead : — Fast ebb'd away their precious life, — They fell to the ground like lead. Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " There flows a rivulet, pure and clear, Along the vale in haste, — Flow winding around, thou rivulet dear, E'en unto the ocean vast ! Star, shine, portentous of wo ! " There rest the maidens, in sleep profound, Until the judgment-day ; — They sleep beneath the clay-cold ground, Until the judgment-day. , Star, shine, portentous of wo !" The sun now began to decline ; and Doris with her Wilhelm had peculiarly felt the pleasure of melancholy. As they went down the wood a mortal tremor pervaded Doris's whole frame. She trembled from a chilly feeling, and it was difficult for her to reach Sailing's house. She fell into a violent fever. Wilhelm was with her day and night. After the lapse of a fortnight, she said at midnight to Wilhelm, "Come, lie down in bed." He complied, and lay down by her. She embraced him with her right arm; he lay with his head on her breast. All at once he perceived that the beating of her pulse ceased, and then again beat a few times. He was petrified, and called out, in the distress of his soul, "Maria! Maria!" All were roused, and ran to him. There lay Wilhelm, and re- ceived Doris's last breath into his mouth. She was dead already ! Wilhelm was stupified, and his soul wished never to come to itself again ; at length, however, he arose from bed, wept, and la- mented aloud. Father Stilling himself and his Margaret went to her, closed her eyes, and sobbed. It was pitiful to see how the two old greyheads looked with tenderness on the departed angel, while the tears flowed down their cheeks. The girls also wept aloud, and recounted to each other all the last words which their late sis- ter-in-law had spoken, and the caresses she had given them. STILLING'S CHILDHOOD. 13 CHAPTER III. Wilhelm Stilling had lived alone with his Doris in a very populous district; she was now dead and buried, and he found that he was living quite alone in the world. His parents and sis- ters were about him, without his perceiving them. In the face of his orphan child he saw only the lineaments of Doris ; and when he went to bed at night, he found his chamber silent and empty. He often imagined he heard the rustling of Doris's foot on stepping into bed. He then started, expecting to see her, but saw her not. He reflected on all the days they had lived to- gether, found in each of them a paradise, and was astonished that he had not at that time ex- ulted for joy. He then look his little Heinrich in his arms, bedewed him with tears, pressed him to his breast, and slept with him. He often dreamed he was walking with Doris in the Gei- senberg forest, and how happy he was to have her again. While dreaming, he was afraid of awaking, and yet he awoke; on which his tears began to flow anew, and his condition was com- fortless. Father Stilling saw all this, and yet he never comforted his son Wilhelm. Marga- ret and her daughters often attempted it, but they only made the evil worse; for every thing of- fended Wilhelm which had even a tendency to withdraw him from his sadness. But they could not comprehend how it was possible that their father made no effort to render hie son more cheerful. They therefore determined to u n it e in exhorting him to do so the next time Wilhelm went to roam about in the Geisenberg forest, to seek out and weep over Doris's traces and foot- steps. This he did frequently, and therefore it was not long before they found an opportunity of accomplishing their purpose. Margaret un- dertook it as soon as the cloth was removed, and Wilhelm had left them; and while Father Still- ing was picking his teeth, and looking at some spot straight before him, " Ebert," said she, " why dost thou let the lad wander about so 1 Thou payest no attention to him, nor speakest a little to him, but behavest as if he did not con- cern thee at all. The poor fellow may fall into a consumption from mere sorrow." "Marga- ret," answered the old man, smiling, "what dost thou think I could say to him, to comfort him 1 If I tell him he must be content — his Doris is in heaven, and that she is happy, it amounts to the same thing as if any one were to take away all that thou lovest the most in the world, and I were then to come and say to thee, 'Be satisfied, thy things are in good keeping; at the end of sixty years thou wilt have them again ; he is a worthy man in whose possession they are.' Wouldst thou not be very vexed at me, and say, 'But what shall I live upon during the sixty years'?' If I number up all Doris's faults, and seek to persuade him he had lost nothing so particularly valuable, I should insult her memory, be a liar, or a slanderer, and effect nothing more than make Wilhelm for ever my enemy; he would, in op- position to this, recount all her virtues, and I should come off too short in the reckoning. Ought I to seek another Doris for him 1 It must be just such a Doris as she was; and yet he would feel a disgust at her. Ah ! there is not such another Doris !" His lips faltered, and his eyes were moist. They then all wept, chiefly because their father wept. Under these circumstances, Wilhelm was not in a situation to take care of his child, or to do any thing useful. Margaret, therefore, took the entire charge of her grandson, fed and clothed him in her old-fashioned manner, most cleanlily. Her daughters taught him to walk, to pray, and repeat devotional verses; and when Father Still- ing came from the wood on the Saturday even- ing, and had placed himself near the siove, the little one came tottering to him, sought to climb upon his knee, and took, exultingly, the piece of bread-and-buiter which had been prepared for him; hunting even in the wallet to find it, and relishing it better than other children are wont to relish the best rice-pap, although it was al- ways hard and dry from being exposed to the air. This dry bread-and-butter Heinrich ate on his grandfather's lap, during which the latter sung to him either the song, " My little hen's name is Geberli," or, " Rider, to horse, we're coming' along !" making always at the same time the movement of a trotting horse with his knee. In one word, Stilling had the art, in bringing up children, of providing every moment a new amusement for Heinrich, which was always of such a kind as to be suitable for his age; that is, they were comprehensible to him; yet in such a manner, that that which ought always to be had in ven- eration was not only not degraded, but repre- sented, as it -were, en passant, as great and beau- tiful. The boy thus attained a fondness for his grandfather which exceeded every thing, and hence the ideas which he sought to impart to lj im found entrance into his mind. What the grandfather said, he believed without further re- flection. Wilhelm's silent grief transformed itself grad- ually into a communicative and confidential sadness. He now spoke again with his family ; they conversed for days together about Doris, sung her songs, looked at her clothes, and other things of the kind. Wilhelm began to experi- ence a feeling of delight in remembering her, and tasted the most supreme peace when he repre- sented to himself that in a few short years death would call him away also; when, without fear of termination, he would eternally enjoy, in the society of his Doris, the highest felicity of which man is capable. This great idea produced an entire change of life, to which the following event much contributed. Some leagues from Tiefenbach, there is a large manor-house, which had fallen, by inheritance, to a certain Count. A society of pious people had rented this man- sion, and had established a manufacture of half- silk stuffs, by which they maintained themselves. Wise-heads who knew the fashions of the world and what was most esteemed in it, or, in one word, people of consequence, had no relish for such an establishment. They knew how dis- graceful it was, in the great world, publicly to profess Jesus Christ, or to hold meetings in or- der mutually to admonish one another to follow his life and doctrine. Hence these people were despised in the world, in the eye of which they were of no value; there were even those who gave out that they had seen all kinds of abomi- nations practised in their mansion, by which the contempt for them was increased. But nothing could vex such persons more than when they heard that these people even rejoiced at such re- viling, and said that the same thing had hap- pened to their Master. In this society, there was a person of the name of Nicolas, a man of un- 14 HEINRICH common genius and natural gifts. He had studied divinity, and having discovered the de- fectiveness of all systems of religion, had also publicly spoken and written against them; on which account he had been cast into prison, but afterwards released from it again, and had trav- elled for a long time with a certain nobleman. In order to live freely and peaceably, he had be- taken himself amongst these people; and as he understood nothing of their manufactory, he car- ried about the goods they manufactured, for sale, Dr as people are wont to say, he hawked them. This Nicolas had been often in Selling's house; but as he knew how firmly the family adhered to the principles of the reformed church and reli- gion, he had never expressed his sentiments. On this occasion, however, when Wilhelm Still- ing began to divest himself of his gloomiest sor- row, he found an opportunity of speaking to him. This conversation is of importance ; I will therefore subjoin it, as Nicolas himself related it to me. After Nicolas had seated himself, he began : " How is it with you now, Master Stilling'? — can you accommodate yourself yet to your wife's decease 1" Wilhelm, — " Not very well. My heart is still so much wounded, that it bleeds; — however, I begin to find more consolation." Nicolas. — " Thus it happens, Master Stilling, when we attach ourselves, w T ith our desires, to any thing of a transitory nature; and we are certainly happy ' when we have wives, as though we had none. 5 (1 Cor., vii. 29.) We may love them cordially; but still how useful it is, to ex- ercise ourselves in mortifying even this pleasure, and denying ourselves in it ! —the loss would then certainly not be so grievous to us." WLUielm.—" It is very easy to preach so ; but doing — doing — observing, and keeping, is anoth- er affair." Nicolas smiled, and said, "Certainly it is dif- ficult, particularly after possessing such a Doris ; but yet, if any one is in earnest — if he only be- lieves that the doctrine of Jesus Christ leads to the highest felicity, he becomes in earnest — it is then not so difficult as people may imagine. Let me briefly explain the whole matter to you. Je- sus Christ has left us a doctrine, which is so adapted to the nature of the human soul that, if practised, it must necessarily render the individ- ual perfectly happy. If we go through all the precepts of the wise men of this world, we find a number of rules, which hang together just as they have formed their system. At one time they are lame, at another, they run, and then they stand still. The doctrine of Christ alone, deduced from the deepest mysteries of human nature, never fails, and perfectly proves to him who has a right insight into it, that its author must him- self have been the Creator of man, since he knew him even from his first original impulse. Man has an infinite hunger after pleasure — after pleasures which are able to satisfy him, which ever yield something new, and are an unceasing source 'of new delight. But we do not find any of this kind in the whole creation. As soon as we are deprived of them by the vicissitude of things, they leave a pang behind; as you, for instance, have felt at the loss of your Doris. This divine Legislator knew that the origin of all human actions is real self-love. Far from expelling this motive, which is capable of pro- ducing much evil, he gives us the means of en- nobling and refining it. He commands us to act STILLING. towards others as we wish them to act towards us ; if we do so, we are assured of their love, — they will be respectful to us, and cause us much enjoyment, unless they are wicked men. He commands us to love our enemies : — now as soon as we show love and kindness to an enemy, he will be certainly tormented to the utmost, until he is reconciled to us ; whilst in the practice of these duties, which cost us only a little trouble at the commencement, we ourselves enjoy an in- ward peace, which far exceeds all the pleasures of sense. Besides this, pride is peculiarly the source of all our social vices, of all disturbance, hatred, and infraction of peace. Against this root of all evil, there is no better remedy than the above-mentioned laws of Jesus Christ. I do not wish, at present, to explain myself further on the subject; I only meant to say, that it is well worth the trouble to employ earnestness in obey- ing the doctrine of Christ, because it procures us permanent and substantial delights, which are able to counterbalance the loss of others." Wilhelm.—" Repeat all this to me, friend Nic- olas! I must write it down; I believe what you say is true." Nicolas rehearsed it very cordially, with some little addition or diminution, and Wilhelm wrote it down as he repeated it to him. "But," con- tinued he, " if we are to be saved by obedience to the doctrine of Christ, of what use are his life and death 1 The preachers say, we cannot keep the commandments, but that we are justified and saved only through faith in Christ, and by his m^ts." Nicolas smiled, and said, " We will speak of this some other time. For the present, look at the matter thus: that even as by his pure and holy life, in which he walked in favour both with Cod and man, he has enabled us to take a free survey of our mortal existence, and of the con- fused state of earthly things, that by looking unto him, we might be encouraged, and hope in the grace that rules over us, for the attainment of greater simplicity of heart, with which we can make our way every where ; so He has also, I say, planted his cross in the night of death, where the sun goes down, and the moon loses her light, in order that we may look up, and with humble hope, exclaim, ' Remember me !' We are thus saved by his merits, if you will; for He has paid dearly and severely enough to ransom his peo- ple from eternal death, and thus we are saved by faith; for faith is salvation. But in the mean time, do not let this trouble you; and be faith- ful in small things, otherwise you will accom- plish nothing great. I will leave with you a lit- tle tract, translated from the French of Arch- bishop Fenelon; it treats of fidelity in small things. I will also bring with me, for you, the Imitation of Christ, by Thomas ä Kempis, which will instruct you further." I cannot exactly say whether Wilhelm re- ceived this doctrine from real conviction, or whether the state of his heart was such, that he felt its beauty without examining its truth. Cer- tainly, when I reflect coolly on this discourse of Nicolas, I find that though I cannot agree with it altogether, yet on the whole it is good and ex- cellent. Wilhelm purchased a few ells of cloth of Nic- olas, for which he had no immediate occasion; and then the good preacher took up his bundle on his back, and went away, promising however to return soon ; and Nicolas doubtless thanked God heartily, all the way across the Giller, for STILLING'S CHILDHOOD. 15 Wilhelm's conversion. The latter now found a deep and irresistible inclination in his soul to re- nounce the whole world, and to live alone with his child, in an upper room of the house. His sister Elizabeth was married to one Simon, a linen-weaver, who took his place in the house ; and he betook himself to Kis room, procured some books which Nicolas had recommended, and lived there, in this manner, many years with his boy. During this time, the whole of Wilhelm's en- deavors were directed, first, to the supply of his necessities, by means of his trade as a lailor; for he gave a considerable sum weekly to his pa- rents for the board of himself and his chi! i ; — next, to quench every inclination of the heart which had not reference to eternity; and finally, also to educate his son in the same principles, which he imagined to be true and firmly found- ed. He rose at four o'clock in the morning, and began his work; at seven he awoke his little Heinrich, and reminded him in a familiar man- ner of the goodness of God, who had watched over him, by his angels, during the night. "Thank him for it, my child," said Wilhelm, whilst dressing the boy. When this was done, he was made to wash himself in cold water, and Wilhelm then took him with him, shut the room- door, and fell on his knees with him at the bed- side, and prayed with the utmost fervour of spirit to God, during which the tears often flowed co- piously to the ground. The boy then had his breakfast, which he was obliged to take with as much decorum and order as if he had been eat- ing in the presence of a prince. He had after- wards to read a small portion of the catechism, and gradually learn it by rote ; he was also permit- ted to read old and pleasing tales, adapted to the capacity of a child ; some of which were reli- gious, and others of a worldly nature, such as the " Emperor Octavian, with his wife and son ;" the " History of the Four Children of Haymon ;" " the Beautiful Melusina," and the like. Wil- helm never permitted the boy to play with other children; but kept him so secluded, that in the seventh year of his age he knew none of the neighbours' children, though well acquainted " ; th a whole row of fine books. Hence it was, tnatv; s w hole soul began to delight in that which T 3 yf J i eil '" his imagination was excited, because it naci no cnw 0D j ects tnan j^eal persons and actions. 1 he i^ oes of old romance w h 0S e vir- tues were described : n an exaggerated manner, fixed themselves impei^ ptibly in his mind as so many objects worthy oc i mita tion, and vice was in the highest degree r^nant to him. But because he was continually hearing of God and pious men, he was imperceptibly pi aC ed in a peculiar point of view, from when£> he ob- served every thing. The first thing he inq^ re d after, when he had read or heard of any one,hao reference to his sentiments towards God and Christ. Hence, when he had once obtained Got- fried Arnold's lives of the Primitive Fathers, he could not cease from reading it; and this book, together with Reitz's History of the Regenerate, continued his chief delight till the tenth year of his age; but all these persons, whose biography he read, remained so firmly idealized in his ima- gination that he never forgot ihem during his whole life. In the afternoon, from two to three o'clock, or even somewhat later, Wilhelm let him walk in the orchard and the Geisenberg forest : he had appointed him a district there, which he was at liberty to appropriate for his amusement, but which he was not to exceed without the company of his father. This district was not larger than Wilhelm could overlook from his window, in order that he might never lose sight of him.. When the time appointed had expired, or if only a neighbour's child approached Heinrich, though distantly, Wilhelm whistled, and on this signal he was in a moment again with his father. This district, Stilling's orchard, and a portion of the forest which bordered on the garden, werg therefore daily visited by our youth, when the weather was fine, and made entirely into ideal landscapes. There was an Egyptian desert, in which he transformed a bush into a cave, where he hid himself, representing St. Anthony; and, in his enthusiasm, also occasionally prayed very heartily. In another part was the fountain of Melusina; there was also the land of the Turks, where the sultan and his daughter, the fair Mar- cebilla, dwelt; and on a rock, there was the cas- tle Montalban, in which Rinold lived, &c. To these places he made a pilgrimage daily ; and no one can form an idea of the delight which the boy there enjoyed ; he stammered out verses, and had poetic feelings. Such was the nature of this child's education, till he was ten years old. One thing more must be mentioned here. Wilhelm was very strict; he punished the smallest trans- gression of his commands most severely with the rod. Hence there was added to the above-men- tioned fundamental feelings, a certain timidity in young Stilling's soul ; and from fear of cor- rection, he sought to hide and conceal his faults,, so that he gradually let himself be seduced to telling falsehoods, a propensity which afterwards gave him much trouble to overcome, even to his twentieth year. Wilhelm's intention was to bring up his son to be docile and obedient, in or- der to render him capable of keeping divine and human laws; and it seemed to him, that a cer- tain severity was the shortest way to attain his object ; and thus he could not comprehend whence it came, that the felicity he enjoyed in the good qualities of his boy should be so hatefully em- bittered by the vice of lying, in which he often caught him. He redoubled his severity, particu- larly when he perceived he was telling an un- truth ; however, he effected nothing more than causing Heinrich to employ every possible art to make his falsehood more probable, and thus the good Wilhelm was still deceived. No soon- er did the boy perceive he was successful, than he rejoiced and even thanked God that he had found a means of escaping punishment. How- ever, I must mention this to his credit, that he never spoke falsely except when he was able, by so doing, to avoid correction. Old Stilling regarded all this very quietly, His son's austere mode of life he never coa- demned; but smiled occasionally, and shook his grey locks, when he saw how Wilhelm seized the rod, because the boy had eaten or done some- thing contrary to his orders. He would then say in the absence of the child, " Wilhelm, he that does not wish to have his commands re- peatedly transgressed, must not command much. All men love liberty." "Yes," said Wilhelm, " but the boy will become wilful." Forbid him his faults," rejoined the old man, " when he is about to commit them, and inform him why; but if thou hast previously forbidden it, the boy forgets the many commands and prohibitions, and is always in fault; whilst meanwhile thou must make thy words good, and thus there is no 16 HEINRICH STILLING. end to chastising." Wilhelm acknowledged this, and gradually let ihe greater part of his rules lall into oblivion. He now governed no longer so much according to laws, but entirely in monarchical style; he gave his orders always when they were needful, regulated them accord- ing to circumstances, and the boy was no long- er chastised so much ; his whole mode of life be- came somewhat more animated, free, and noble. Heinrich Stilling was therefore educated in an extraordinary manner, entirely without the society of others; hence he knew nothing of the •world, and nothing of vice; he was ignorant of treachery and frivolity ; praying, reading, and writing was his occupation. His mind was therefore filled with few things; but all that was in it was so lively, clear, refined, and ennobled, that his expressions, speeches, and actions' - are not to be described. The whole family were as- tonished at the boy ; and old Stilling often said, " The lad is soaring away from us ; the feathers are growing larger upon him than was ever the case with any other of our family; we must pray that God will guide him by his good Spir- it." All the neighbours who visited Stilling, and saw the boy, were amazed, for they under- stood nothing of all he said, although he spoke good German. Amongst others, neighbour Stah- ler once came thither, because he wanted Wil- helm to make him a great-coat; however, his chief object in this was a secret hope to provide for his daughter Maria-, for Stilling was respect- ed in the village, and Wilhelm was pious and diligent. Young Heinrich might be about eight years old ; he sat on a chair, and read in a book, looking, according to custom, very serious; and I do not believe that up to that time he had ever laughed loudly in his whole life. Stahler look- ed at him, and said, " Heinrich, what art thou doing there V- Heinrich.— •" I am reading." Stahler. — "Art thou able to read already?" Heinrich looked at him with astonishment, and said, " That is a foolish question, for 1 am a hu- man being." He then read aloud with ease, proper emphasis, and due distinction. Stahler was amazed, and said, "The d fetch me! I have never seen the like in all my life." At this imprecation, Heinrich jumped up, and look- ed timidly around him ; at length, when he saw that the devil did not come, he exclaimed, "O God, how gracious art thou!" stepped up to Stahler, and said, "Man, have you ever seen Satan 1" "No," answered Stabler. "Then call upon him no more," rejoined Heinrich, and went into another room. The fame of this boy resounded far and wide ; every one spoke of him with astonishment. Even the Rev. Mr. Stollbein himself was curious to see him. Now Heinrich had never been at church, and had consequently never yet seen p man with a large white wig and fine wack clothes. The clergyman came to T;crenbach; and having, perhaps, previously entered some other house, his arrival was already known in Stilling's house, and the reason of his coming. Wilhelm, therefore, instructed his boy Heinrich how to behave when the clergyman should come. At length he appeared, and old Stilling with him. Heinrich stood straight up by the wall, like a soldier presenting arms; he held in his folded hands his cap, composed of blue and grey rem- nants of cloth, and regarded the clergyman full in the face. Afier Mr. Stollbein had seated him- self, and spoken a few words with Wilhelm, he turned towards the wall, and said, " Good morn- ing, Heinrich !" Heinrich. — •' People say good morning as soon as they enter the room." Stollbein perceived with whom he had to do; he therefore turned himself with his chair to- wards him, and continued, " Dost thou know the catechism V Heinrich. — " Not the whole of it." Stollbein. — "How! not the whole of if? That is the first thing children ought to learn." Heinrich. — " No, your reverence, that is not the first ; children must first learn to pray, that God may give them understanding to compre- hend the catechism." Mr. Stollbein was already seriously vexed, and had studied out a severe lecture for Wilhelm, but this answer startled him. "In what way dost thou pray V inquired he further. Heinrich. — " I pray, ' Gracious God, give me understanding that I may comprehend what I read.' " Stollbein.— " That is right, my son; continue to pray thus." Heinrich. — " You are not my father." Stollbein. — " I am thy spiritual father." Heinrich, — "No, God is my spiritual father: you are a man ; a man cannot be a spirit." Stollbein. — "What! hast thou no spirit, no soul?" Heinrich. — "Yes, certainly! How can you ask such a simple question ? But 1 know my father." Stollbein. — " Dost thou know God, thy spirit- ual father?" Heinrich smiled and said, " Should not a man know God V' Stollbein.— " But thou hast never seen him." Heinrich did not reply, but fetched his well- used Bible, and pointed out to the clergyman the passage in Rom. i. 19, 20. Stollbein had now heard enough. He told the boy to leave the room, and said to his father, " Your ehild will surpass all his forefathers; continue to keep him well under the rod ; the boy will become a great man in the world." Wilhelm still continued to feel the wound oc- casioned by the death of Doris, and cons antV sighed after her. He now also occasionally v ° oj£ his boy with him to the old castle, po^ ted out to him the tracks and footsteps of l ^ deceased mother, and all that she had ar ^ s P oken there. Heinrich became s ^ che ^ 1° l , ne m f m ; ory of his mother, that ie made all he heard of her his own, which P le f u ed Wilhelm so well that he could not conceal his joy. Once on a fine evening in autumn, the two lovers of the departed Doris went about the ru- ins f tk6 castle, and sought for snail-shells, w h>a were very numerous there. Doris had taken great pleasure in so doing. Heinrich found under a stone, near a wall, a pocket-knife, with a yellow back and green handle. It was still not at all rusty, partly from lying in a dry place, and partly because it was so covered, that the rain could not fall upon it. Heinrich was glad on finding it, ran to his father, and shewed it him. Wilhelm looked at it, grew pale, and began to sob and weep. Heinrich was terrified, and the tears already stood in his eyes without knowing why, nor did he dare to ask. He turn- ed the knife about, and saw written with aqua- fortis upon the blade, "Johanna Dorothea Cath- arina Stilling." He cried aloud, and fell down like one dead. Wilhelm heard the reading of STILLING'S CHILDHOOD. 17 the name, as weh as the loud cry ; he sat down by the boy, and sought to bring him to himself. Whilst he was thus occupied, he felt inwardly happy; he found himself comforted, he took the toy in his arms, pressed him to his breast, and experienced a delight which for a time excluded every other feeling. He drew near unto God as unto his friend, and thought he ascended into the glory of heaven, and saw Doris amongst the angels. " Meanwhile Heinrich came to himself again, and found himself in his father's arms. He could not recollect that his father had ever had him in his arms before. His whole soul was penetrated ; tears of the strongest emotion flowed down his full and snow-white cheeks. " Father, do you love me V asked he. Wilhelm tad never either joked or trifled with his child ; therefore the boy knew of no other father "but a grave and severe man, whom he was obliged to fear and honor. Wilhelm's head sunk upon Heinrich's breast; he said, "Yes!" and wept aloud. Heinrich was beside himself, and on the point of fainting away again ; but his father sud- denly rising up, placed him upon his feet. He was scarcely able to stand. " Come," said Wil- helm, "we will walk about a little." They sought for the knife, but could not find it again"; it had certainly fallen down deep between the stones. They searched long, but found it not. No one was more grieved than Heinrich; his father however led him away, and spoke to him as follows : " My son, thou wilt now soon be nine years old. I have taught and instructed thee as well as I am able, and thou hast now so much sense that I can talk rationally to thee. Thou hast much before thee in the world, and I myself am still young. We shall not be able to end our lives in our chamber; we must again associate with mankind; I will keep school again, and thou shalt go with me, and learn further. Em- ploy thyself in any thing that gives thee pleasure ; thou shalt have no want of books.; but in order that thou mayest have something certain, by which thou canst earn thy bread, thou must learn my trade. If God graciously gives thee a better vocation, thou wilt have reason to thank him ; but no one will despise thee for being my son, even wert thou to become a prince." Hein- rich was delighted with his father's confidential manner; his soul became infinitely enlarged; he felt such a gentle uncontrollable freedom as is not to be described; he experienced now for the first time that he was treated as a human be- ing. He looked at his father, and said, " I will do all that you wish me to do." Wilhelm smi- led at him, and continued, 11 Thou wilt be suc- cessful in the world ; only thou must never for- get to cultivate a confidential communion with God, who will take thee into his protection, and preserve thee from all evil." During this con- versation they arrived at home and entered their chamber. From that time, Wilhelm appeared to be entirely changed ; his heart was again opened, and his religious sentiments did not hin- der him from going amongst people. All men, even the rudest, felt a reverence in his presence; for his whole man had put on, in his retirement, an irresistible, gentle gravity, through which a pure and simple soul beamed forth. He also frequently took his son with him, to whom he felt an entirely new and warm affection. He had perceived, in the finding of the knife, Doris's f nti re character in the boy; he was his and Doris's son, and at this discovery all his affec- tion was transferred to Heinrich, and he found Doris again in him. Wilhelm now conducted his boy, for the first time, to church. He was astonished at every thing he saw ; but as soon as the organ began to play, his sensations became too powerful, and he was slightly convulsed. Every soft harmo- ny melted him ; the minor keys caused his tears to flow, and the rapid allegro' made him spring up. However indifferently the good organist understood his trade, Wilhelm found it, notwith- standing, impossible to prevent his son, after the sermon, from going to look at the organist and his organ. He saw them; and the virtuoso, to please him, played an andante, which was per- haps the first time that this had ever been done in the church at Florenburg to please a peasant's boy. Heinrich now saw also, for the first time, his mother's grave. He wished he could likewise have seen her remains; but as this could not be, he sat himself down upon the mound of grass that covered the grave, plucked a few autumnal flowers and plants that grew upon it, put them into his button-hole, and went away. He did not feel so much on this occasion as on finding the knife ; however, both he and his father had wept their eyes red. The former circumstance was sudden and unexpected, but the latter un- dertaken considerately ; the sensations produced by the church music were also still too powerful, in his heart. Old Stilling now likewise perceived how much his son Wilhelm was consoled. He saw, with inward delight, all the reciprocal kindness and affection manifested by him and his child ; he became by this, still more animated, and al- most renovated. One Monday morning in the spring, as he went to his occupation in the woods, he request- ed Wilhelm to let his grandson accompany him. The latter consented, and Heinrich was highly delighted. As they ascended the Giller, the old man said, " Heinrich, relate to me the history of the beautiful Melusiana ; I listen so gladly to ancient tales, and then the time will not seem long to us." Heinrich related it very circum- stantially, with the greatest pleasure. Falher Stilling made as if he were quite astonished at the tale, and as if he believed it in all its details. But this was necessary, in order not to vex Hein- rich ; for he believed all these tales as firmly as the Bible itself. The place where Stilling burnt charcoal was three leagues from Tiefenbach ; the road to it lay entirely through the wood. Heinrich, who idealized every thing he saw, found nothing but a paradise the whole of the way. Every thing seemed to him beautiful and faultless. A very dark beech-tree, which he saw at some distance before him, with its beautiful green light and shade, made an impression upon him; the whole country around was immediate- ly ideal, and heavenly-beautiful in his eyes. They at length reached the scene of labor, on a very high hill. The woodman's hut covered with sods, immediately attracted young Stilling's attention ; he crept into it, saw the mossy couch and the fireplace between two rough stones, and was highly delighted. During the time that his grandfather was at work, he went about in the wood, and contemplated all the beauties of the scenery around, and of nature ; every thing was new and unspeakably charming to him. One evening, when they intended to return home the day following, they sat down in front of the hut, 13 HEINRICH STILLING. just as the sun was set. "Grandfather," said Heinrich, " when I read in the books that the heroes were able to reckon so far back who were their forefathers, I wish that I also knew who rny forefathers were. Who knows whether we are not likewise descended from some great man or prince ! My mother's forefathers were all of them preachers, but I do not yet know yours'. I will write them all down if you will tell me them." Father Stilling smiled, and replied, " It would be hard to prove that we were descended from a prince ; but that is all the same to me, nor must thou wish it. Thy forefathers were all honest and pious people ; there are few princes that can say that. Let this be thy greatest hon- or in the world, that thy grandfather, great-grand- father, and their fathers, were all men who, though they had nothing under their command out of their house, were notwithstanding beloved and honored by all men. None of them married in a dishonorable manner, or transgressed with any female; none of them ever coveted that which was not his, and all died honorably at a very great age." Heinrich rejoiced, and said, "I shall then find all my forefathers in heav- en." " Yes," replied his grandfather, l! that thou wilt; our family will there bloom and flour- ish ; Heinrich, remember this evening as long as thou livest. In the world to come, we shall be of high nobility : do not lose this privilege. Our blessing will rest upon thee, as long as thou art pious ; but if thou become wicked, and de- spise thy parents, we shall not know thee in the next world." Heinrich began to weep, and said, " Do not fear that, grandfather ! I will be reli- gious, and rejoice that my name is Stilling. But tell me what you know of our forefathers." Fa- ther Stilling narrated as follows: "My great-grandfather's father's name was Ulli Stilling. He was born about the year 1500. I know, from ancient letters, that he came to Tie- ienbach, where, in 1530, he married the daughter of Hans Stahler. He came from Switzerland, and was acquainted with Zuinglius. He was a very pious man; and so strong, that once he recovered his four cows from five robbers, who had stolen them from him. In the year 1536 he had a son, who was called Reinhard Stilling ; this was my great-grandfather. He was a quiet and retired man, who did good to every one. In his 50th year, he married a very young woman, by whom he had many children. In his 60th year his wife bare him a son called Heinrich Stilling, who was my grandfather. He was born in 1596, and lived to be 101 years old; therefore I just knew him. This Heinrich was a very active man ; in his youth he bought himself a horse, became a carrier, and travelled to Bruns- wick, Brabant, and Saxony. He was at the head of a number of carriers, and had generally from twenty to thirty people with him. At that time robberies were very frequent, and but few inns on the road, so that the carriers took their provision with them. In the evening they ranged the carts in a circle, close to each other ; the horses were placed in the midst, and my grandfather with the carriers were with them. After feeding the horses, he called out ' To pray- ers, neighbours.' They then all came, and Hein- rich Stilling prayed to God very earnestly. One of them kept watch, and the others crept under their carts, where it was dry, and slept. But they had always sabres and well-loaded muskets with them. Now it once happened that my grandfather himself had the watch, when they were encamped in a meadow in the Hessian ter- ritory ; there were twenty-six of them, strong men. Towards eleven o'clock in the evening he heard some horses entering the meadow ; he awoke all the carriers very quietly, and placed each behind his cart. But Heinrich Stilling kneeled down and prayed by himself, very fer- vently. At length he ascended his cart, and looked about. The moon was on the point of setting, so that there was just light enough. He then saw about twenty men dismounting from their horses, and softly approaching the carts. He crept down again, went under the cart, that they might not see him, and gave heed to what they were doing. The robbers went round about the barricado, and on finding no admission, they began to draw one of the carts. Stilling, as soon as he saw that, called out, 1 Fire, in God's name !' Each of the carriers had cocked his gun, and shot from under the carts, so that six of the rob- bers immediately fell ; the rest of them were ter- rified, drew back a little, and conversed together. The carriers, meanwhile, reloaded their mus- kets. 'Now,' said Stilling, 'give heed: when- they come near again, then fire !' However, they did not come, but rode away. At daybreak, the carriers yoked their horses again, and pro- ceeded further ; every one carried his loaded gun, and his sword, for they were not safe. In the forenoon, they again saw some horsemen riding towards them out of the wood. Stilling drove first, and all the rest after him. He then called out, 'Every man behind his cart, and his mus- ket cocked !' The horsemen halted, and the chief of them rode up to them alone, unarmed, and called out for the head-carrier to appear. My grandfather stepped forth, with his gun in his hand, and his sword under his arm. 'We come as friends,' said the horseman. Heinrich did not trust him ; but stood still. The cavalier dismounted, offered him his hand, and asked whether they had not been attacked by robbers in the night. ' Yes,' answered my grandfather, 'not far from Hirschfeld, in a meadow.' 'Just so,' replied the horseman; 'we have pursued them, and just reached the meadow as they rode off, after you had blown out the light of some of them; you are brave people.' Stilling asked who he was. The cavalier answered, 'I am Count Wittgenstein ; I will give you ten horse- men for an escort, for I have still people enough with me in the wood behind.' Stilling accepted them, and agreed with the Count how much he should give him yearly, if he would always es- cort him through Hesse. The Count promised to do so, and the carriers drove home. This grandfather of mine was married in his twenty- second year, and in his twenty-fourth— that is, in 1620 — he had a son called Hanns Stilling; this was my father. He lived quietly, employ- ed himself in husbandry, and served God. He lived through the whole of the thirty years' war, and often fell into the greatest poverty. He be- gat ten children, of whom I am the youngest. I was born in 1680, just as my father was sixty years old. I have, God be thanked! enjoyed tranquillity, and freed my land again from all debt. My father died in 1724, in the hundred- and-fourth year of his age; I had to lead him like a child, and he lies buried at Florenburg with his forefathers." Heinrich Stilling had listened with the great- est attention. " Well," said he, " God be thank- ed that I have had such progenitors ! I will write them all down neatly, that I may not for- STIRLING'S get them. Ine knights call their forefathers an- cestors ; I will also call them my ancestors." His grandfather smiled, and was silent. The next day they went home again, and Heinrich wrote all the narratives in an old wri- ting-book, which he reversed, and filled the white leaves at the end with the account of his ancestors. My tears burst forth whilst writing this. Whither are ye fled, ye happy hours t Why does the remembrance of you alone remain to man % What fulness of supernal pleasure does the susceptible spirit of youth enjoy ! There is no meanness of rank if the soul be ennobled. Ye, my tears, pressed forth by my laboring spir- it, say to every well-disposed heart, say without words, what that individual is, who is acquaint- ed with God his Father, and tastes all his gifts in their greatness ! CHAPTER IV. Heinrich Stilling was the hope and the joy of his family; for although Johann Stilling had an elder son, no one took any particular notice of him. He often came to visit his grandpa- rents ; but as he came so he went away again — a strange circumstance ! — and yet Eberhard Still- ing was really not partial. But why do I linger at this 1 Who can prevent one person from be- ing loved more than another 1 Mr. Stollbein saw clearly that this boy would become some- thing, if people only made something of him ; and hence it was. that on one occasion, when he was in Stilling's house, he spoke of the boy to his father and grandfather, and proposed to them that Wilhelm should let him learn Latin. " We have a good Latin schoolmaster," said he, "at Florenburg; send him thither; it will cost, lit- tle." Old Stilling sat at the table, chewing a chip, for such was his custom when he reflected on matters of importance. Wilhelm laid his iron thimble on the table, folded his arms to- gether on his breast, and reflected also. Marga- ret laid her arms in her lap, twisted her thumbs over each other, looked wistfully occasional- ly towards the room-door, and considered too. But Heinrich sat with his cloth-pieced cap in his hand, in a little chair, and did not reflect, but only wished. Stollbein sat in his arm-chair, one hand upon the head of his cane, and the oth- er on his side, and waited the result of the mat- ter. They were long silent: at length the old man said, "Now, Wilhelm, he is thy child; what thinkest thouT' Wilhelm. — "Father, I know not how to bear the expense." Stilling. — " Is it that causes thee the most anxiety, Wilhelm 1 Be only careful, if the boy learns Latin, that he may cause thee joy." " What joy are you talking of?" said - the cler- gyman ; " the question is, whether you are will- ing to make something of the boy or not. If any thing proper is to be made of him, he must learn Latin, otherwise he will remain a lubber, like — " " Like his parents," said old Stilling. " I believe you mean to banter me," rejoined the preacher. " No, God forbid !" replied Eberhard ; " do not take it amiss; for your father was a woollen- weaver, and was unacquainted with Latin ; yet the people say he was a worthy man, although I never bought cloth of him. Hear me, dear sir ! —an honest man loves God and his neighbour ; CHILDHOOD. 19 he does that which is right, and fears no one ; he is diligent, and provides tor himself and his family, that they may have bread enough. Why does he do all this?' Stollbein. — " I really believe you want to cate- chise me, Stilling! Be respectful, and remem- ber whom you are speaking to. He does it, be- cause it is just and right that he do it." Stilling. — " Do not be angry if 1 contradict you — he does it that he may have joy, both here and hereafter." Stollbein. — " How so 1 He ma)', notwithstand- ing, go to hell." Stilling. — "With the love of God and his neighbour 1" Stollbein— 11 Yes, certainly !— if he has not true faith in Christ." Stilling. — "But it follows of course, that we cannot love God and our neighbour, if we do not believe in God and his word. But tell us, Wil- helm, what dost thou think V Wilhelm. — " Methin ks if I knew how to bear the expense, I would take care the boy should not become too much of a Latin scholar. During the leisure days, he shall be employed in making camel-hair buttons, and help me at the needle, until we see what God will make of him." " That does not displease me, Wilhelm," said father Stilling ; " it is my advice also. The boy possesses unheard-of abilities for learning; God has not given him such a head in vain ; let him learn what he is able and willing to learn ; give him occasionally time for this purpose — but not too- much, otherwise he will grow idle, and not read so diligently ; but after he has laboured well at the needle, and is truly hungering after his books, let him read an hour ; that is enough. Only let him learn a trade properly, and then he will* be able to earn his bread till he can make use of his Latin, and become a gentleman." " Hum ! hum ! — a gentleman !" growled Stoll- bein ; "he shall be no gentleman, but a village schoolmaster, and then it is good to know a lit- tle Latin. But you peasants suppose it such an easy matter to beeome a gentleman. You plant ambition in the children's hearts, which never- theless proceeds from its father the devil." Old Stilling's large bright eyes sparkled; he stood there like a little giant (for he was a tall, good-looking man), shook his white head, smiled, and said, "What is ambition, your reverence V Stollbein sprang up, and exclaimed, " What ! another question ! I am not bound to answer you, but you me. Attend to my sermons ; you will there hear what ambition is. I know not how it is you grow so proud, Churchwarden ! — you were formerly a modest kind of a man." Stilling.— " As you take it, proud or not proud, I am a man that has loved God and served him ; given every one w r hat belonged to him; brought up my children, and been faithful. God, I know, will forgive me my sins. I am now old — my end is near. Although I am in good health, stiil I must die; and I rejoice at the thought of soon leaving this M 7 orld. Let me be proud of dying like an honest man in the midst of his grown-up and pious children, whom he has brought up. But when I think of it, I am more active than I was when Margaret and I married." "People don't enter heaven as if in shoes and stockings," said the clergyman. "My grandfather will pull them off before he dies," said little Heinrich. Every one laughed; even Stollbein was obli- ged to smile. 20 HEINRICH Margaret put an end to the consultation. She proposed to give the boy enough to eat in the morning, and a sandwich lor dinner in his pock- et; whilst in the evening he could eat again as much as he pleased; "And so the boy can go to-morrow to the school at Florenburg," said she, " and return in the evening. The summer is at hand, and in winter we will see what is to be done." Thus the matter was concluded, and Stollbein went home again. A great change took place, at this period, in Sailing's house ; the eldest daughters married out of the house ; and thus Eberhard and his Margaret, Wilhelm, Maria, and Heinrich, con- stituted the whole family. Eberhard now also determined to give up burning charcoal, and at- tend merely to his farm. The mastership of the village-school at Tie- fenbach became vacant, and all the peasantry had Wilhelm Stilling in view, to choose him for their schoolmaster. The place was offered him ; he accepted it without reluctance, although he was inwardly concerned at forsaking, with so little reflection, his solitary and holy life, and again associating with mankind. But the good man did not perceive that it was merely the grief he felt at the death of Doris, that suffered no rival feeling, which had made him a hermit; and that, as this became more supportable, he was again able to mix in society, and could again take pleasure in being employed. He explained it to himself very differently. He be- lieved that the holy impulse above mentioned be- gan to abate in him, and he therefore accepted the situation with fear and trembling. He filled it with zeal and fidelity, and began at length to suppose that it might not be displeasing to God if he put out his talent to usury, and sought to serve his neighbour. Heinrich, therefore, now began to go to the Latin school. It may easily be imagined what attention he excited among the other school- boys. He was known merely in Stilling's house and garden, and had never been among other children. His speeches were always uncom- mon, and few persons understood what he meant. No youthful games, of which boys are generally so fond, affected him; he passed by, and saw them not. Wieland, the schoolmaster, remark- ed his abilities and his great diligence ; he there- fore avoided troubling him ; and as he perceived that he was unable to follow the tedious method of committing long lessons to memory, he dis- pensed with it; and really, Heinrich's plan of learning Latin was very advantageous to him. He placed the Latin text before him, looked for the words in the lexicon, found there what part of speech each word was, then looked at the ta- ble of exceptions in the grammar, &c. By this method, his spirit found food in the best Latin authors, and he learned to write, read, and un- derstand the language sufficiently. But what caused him the greatest pleasure was a little library of the schoolmaster's which he had per- mission to use. It consisted of all kinds of use- ful Cologne works, particularly Reynard the fox, with excellent wooden cuts; the Emperor Octa- vian with his wife and sons ; a beautiful history of the four children of Haymon; Peter and Magelone; the fair Melusina, and lastly, the excellent Hanns dauert: As soon as the school was over in the afternoon, he set out on the road to Tiefenbach, and read one of these histories upon the way. The path led through green meadows, woods, and bushes, up and down hill; STILLING. and the natural scenery around him made a pro- found and solemn impression on his free and open heart. In the evening, the five good peo- ple met together again, supped, poured out their souls to each other, and Heinrich, in particular, related his histories, with which all, not except- ing Margaret, were uncommonly delighted. Even the grave and pietistic Wilhelm took pleasure in them, and read them himself on a Sunday afternoon, when making a pilgrimage to the old castle. Heinrich, on such occasions, always looked at the place where he was read- ing; and whenever an affecting passage occur- red, he rejoiced in himself, but when he saw that his father also was affected by it, his joy was complete. Meanwhile young Stilling proceeded rapidly in learning the Latin language — at least, the reading and understanding Latin histories, and the speaking and writing Latin. Whether that is enough, or whether more is required, I know not; the Rev. Mr. Stollbein, at least, demanded more. After Heinrich had gone for about a year to the Latin school, it once occurred to the above- mentioned gentleman to examine our young stu- dent. From his room-window, he saw him standing before the school; he whistled, and Heinrich flew to him. Stollbein.— ■" Art thou diligent in learning'?" Heinrich. — "Yes, your reverence." Stollbein. — "How many verba anomala are there!" Heinrich. — "I do not know." Stollbein.— " What, dost thou not know that, thou clown 1 I had almost given thee a box on the ear. Sum, possum, now — what further 1" Heinrich. — " I have not learned that." Stollbein. — " Ho ! Madalene !— call the school- master." The schoolmaster came. Stollbein.—' 1 What do you teach the boy V The schoolmaster stood at the door, with his hat under his arm, and said, humbly, "Latin." Stollbein. — " There, you good-for-nothing ! — he does not even know how many verba anomala there are." Schoolmaster. — " Knowest thou not, Hein- rich r " No," said the latter, " I know not." The schoolmaster continued, 11 Nolo and malo, what kind of words are they?' Heinrich. — " They are verba anomala, 1 ' Schoolmaster. — " Fero and volo, what are they f Heinrich. — " Verba anomala." " Now, your reverence," continued the school- master, "the boy knows all the words in this manner." Stollbein replied, "But he must commit all the rules to memory ; go home — I'll have it so." Bath.-— "Yes, your reverence!" From that time Heinrich also learned with little trouble all the rules by memory, but he soon forgot them again. This appeared as though it would be peculiar to him ; his genius soared above what was not easily overcome. But enough of Stilling's learning Latin: we will proceed further. Old Stilling now began to lay aside his pater- nal seriousness, and to be more tender towards his few remaining inmates. In particular, he kept Heinrich, who was now eleven vears old, much away from school, and took him with him when he went to his labour in the fields; spoke much with him upon man's integrity in the world, and particularly of his conduct toward* God; recommended good books to him, esne- S T I L L I N GS CHILDHOOD. 21 cially the reading of the Bible, and afterwards also "what Dr. Luther, Calvin, CEcolampadius, and Bucer have written. One morning early, Father Stilling, Maria, and Heinrich, went into the forest, in order to procure fire- wood. Mar- garet had put a good mess of milk, with bread- and-butter, into a basket for them, which Maria carried upon her head ; she ascended the forest first; Heinrich followed, and related with great hilarity the history of the four children of Hay- mon ; and Father Stilling, supporting himself on his hatchet, according to his custom, stalked laboriously aller them, and listened attentively. They came at length to a remote part of the for- est, where there was a verdant plain, at the end of which was a beautiful spring. " Let us stop here," said Father Stilling, and sat down; Ma- ria took down her basket, placed it on the ground, and sat down also. But Heinrich again saw, in his soul, the Egyptian desert before him, in which he would gladly have become a St. An- thony ; soon after, he saw before him the fountain of Melusina, and wished that he were Raymond ; both ideas then united themselves, and resulted in a pious romantic feeling, which enabled him to taste all that which was good and beautiful in this solitary region with the highest pleasure. Father Stilling at length arose, and said, " Children, stay here : I will go about a little, and collect fallen wood; I will occasionally call out, and you must answer me, lest I lose you." He then went his way. Meanwhile Maria and Heinrich sat together very sociably. "Tell me, aunt, once more," said Heinrich, " the tale of Joringel and Jorinde." Maria complied. " There was once an old castle in the midst of a large and gloomy forest. An old woman lived in it quite alone ; she was an arch-enchant- ress. In the day-time she made herself into a cat, or a hare, or an owl ; but in the evening, she was again regularly formed like a human being. She could entice game and birds to her, which she afterwards killed, and boiled or roasted. If any one came within a hundred paces of the castle, he was compelled to stand still, and could not move from the place, until she set him free ; but when a pure chaste virgin entered the circle, she transformed her into a bird, and shut it up in a cage in the rooms of the castle. She had about seven thousand such cages with such rare birds in the castle. "Now there was once a maiden, whose name was Jorinde ; she was more beautiful than all other maidens, and had promised herself in mar- riage to a very handsome youth of the name of Joringel. They were on the eve of their nup- tials, and took the greatest delight in each other's company. In order that they might converse confidently together, they took a walk into the wood. ' Beware,' said Joringel, 1 that thou dost not come too near the castle !' It was a beauti- ful evening; the sun shone bright between the trunks of the trees, into the dark verdure of the forest, and the turtle-dove sung mournfully upon the old beech-trees. Jorinde wept occasionally, placed herself in the sunshine, and complained. Joringel complained also; they were as confu- sed as if they had been near death ; they looked about, were at a loss, and knew not which way to return home. The sun still stood half above the hill, and was half-set. Joringel looked through the bushes, and saw the old walls of the castle near him ; he was terrified, and be- came deadly afraid; Jorinde sung: ' My little bird with the ring so red, Sing lida, lida, lida ; The turtle-dove mourns before it is dead, Sing lida, li — Zickcut ! Zickeut ! Zickeut !' " Joringel looked at Jorinde. Jorinde was changed into a nightingale, which sung Zick- eut ! Zickeut ! An owl, with glaring eyes, flew three times round them, and cried three times, ' Shoo-hoo — hoo-hoo !' Joringel could not move ; he stood there like a stone; he could neither weep, nor speak, nor lift hand or foot. The sun was now set; the owl flew into a bush, and im- mediately afterwards, an old crooked woman came out of the bush, yellow and meagre, with large red eyes, and a crooked nose, the point of which reached to her chin. She muttered, and caught the nightingale, and bore it away in her hand. Joringel could not utter a word, nor move from the place. The nightingale was gone; at length the woman came again, and said, with a hollow voice, 'Greet thee, Zachieli when the moon shines into the cage, let loose, Zachiel, at the proper hour !' Joringel was then at liberty: he fell down on his knees before the woman, and besought her to give him his Jo- rinde again; but she said he should never have her again, and went away. He called, he wept, he mourned, but all in vain. Well, what hap- pened 1 Joringel went away, and came at length into a strange village; he there kept sheep a long time. He often went about the castle at night, but not too near; at length he dreamed, one night, that he found a blood-red flower, in the midst of which was a beautiful large pearl ; that he broke off the flower, went with it to the castle, and all that he touched with the flower became free from enchantment ; he also dreamed that by this means he recovered his dear Jorin- de. In the morning Avhen he awoke, he began to search through hill and dale, in order to find such a flower; he sought until the ninth day, when he found the blood-red flower, early in the morning. In the midst was a large dew-drop, as large as the finest pearl. He carried this flower with him, day and night, till he arrived at the castle. Well ! what thinkest thou 1 When he came within a hundred paces of the castle, he did not stick fast, but went on to the gate. Jo- ringel was highly rejoiced; he touched the gate with the flower, and it sprang open ; he went in, across the court, and listened if he could hear where the many birds were singing. At length he heard them, and went on till he found the chamber; the enchantress was there, feeding the birds in the seven thousand cages. When she saw Joringel she was angry, very angry ; scold- ed, spat forth venom and gall against him, but could not come within two paces of him. He did not trouble himself about her, but went and looked at the cages with the birds. There were, however, many hundred nightingales, and how was he to find his Jorinde amongst theml Whilst thus viewing them, he perceived that the old woman privately took a cage with a bird in it, and went with it towards the door. He imme- diately sprang thither, touched the cage with the flower, and also the old woman. She could now enchant no longer; and Jorinde, who stood be- fore him, threw her arms around his neck, as beautiful as she had ever been. He then also restored all the other birds to their original form, went home with his Jorinde, and they lived long and happily together." Heinrich sat as if petrified — his eyes fixed and his mouth half open. "Aunt!" said he, at 22 HEINRICH length, "it is enough to make one afraid in the night!" "Yes," said she; "I do not tell these tales at night, otherwise I should be afraid my- self." Whilst they sat thus, Father Stilling whistled. Maria and Heinrich called out in re- ply. He came not long after, looked cheerful and pleasant, as if he had found something, smiled also occasionally, stood, shook his head, looked fixedly at one particular spot, folded his hands, and smiled again. Maria and Heinrich looked at him with astonishment, yet they did not venture to ask him about it; for he often did as though he laughed to himself. Stilling's heart was however too full; he sat down by them, and related as follows : when he began, his eyes were full of tears. Maria and Hein- rich saw it, and their tears already overflowed. " On leaving you to go into the wood, I saw at a distance before me, a light, just as when the sun rises in the morning, and was much surpri- sed. 'What is thatT thought I; 'the sun is al- ready standing in the heavens — is it a new sun 1 It must be something strange : I will go and see it.' I went towards it; as I approached, there was before me a large plain, the extent of which I could not overlook. I had never seen any thing so glorious in all my life ! — such a fine perfume, and such a cool air proceeded from it, as I can- not express. The whole region was white with the light — the day with the sun is night compared to it. There stood there many thousand beauti- ful castles, one near another — castles ! I cannot describe them to you ! as if they were made of silver. There were also gardens, bushes, brooks. God, how beautiful ! Not far from me stood a large and glorious mansion (the tears here flowed abundantly down the good Stilling's cheeks, as well as those of Maria and Heinrich). Some one came towards me out of the door of this mansion, like a virgin. Ah ! a glorious angel ! When she was close to me, I saw .it was our departed Doris ! (All three now sob- bed ; neither of them could speak, except Hein- rich, who wept, and exclaimed, ' O my mother, my dear mother!') She said to me, in such a friendly manner, with the very look which for- merly so offm stole my heart, ' Father, yonder is our eternal habitation; you will soon come to us? 1 looked, but all was fo'rest before me; the glo- rious vision had departed. Children, I shall die soon — how glad am I at the thought!" Hein- rich could not cease asking how his mother looked, what she had on, and such like. All three pursued their labor during the day, and spoke continually of this occurrence. But old Stilling was from that time like one who is in a strange land and not at home. It was an ancient custom, which, like many others, I have not yet mentioned, that Father Stilling should, with his own hands, cover every year a part of his straw-thatched cottage. He had done this for forty-eight years, and it was to be done again that summer. He arranged it so, that he covered it anew every year, as far as the rye-straw served which he had grown that year. The time of thatching fell towards Michael- mas-day, and was rapidly approaching, so that Father Stilling began to prepare for the work. Heinrich was appointed to hand him the straw, and therefore his going to school was postponed for a week. Margaret and Maria daily held a secret council in the kitchen, respecting the fit- test means of restraining him from thatching. Both at length resolved to represent the matter to him seriously, and to warn him of the danger. STIL LI NC. They appointed the time during dinner for the purpose. Margaret therefore brought up a dish of vege- tables, on which were four pieces of meat, which were laid so that each of them stood just before the person they were destined for. Behind her came Maria, with a jug full of milk and crum- bled bread. Both placed their dishes on the table, at which Father Stilling and Heinrich already sat in their places, and spoke, with an air of importance, of the thatching they intended to commence on the morrow. For, to speak in confidence, however intent Heinrich might be upon his studies, sciences and books, still it was a much greater joy, either to roam about the woods, or in the fields, or even climb upon the roof of the house in the company of his grand- father ; for this was now the third year in which he had assisted his grandfather as deacon at this yearly solemnity. It may therefore be easily supposed, that the boy was heartily vexed when he began to comprehend Margaret and Maria's intention. " I know not, Eberhard," said Margaret, whilst laying her left hand upon his shoulder; "thou seemest to me to fall away so. Dost thou not feel any thing of it in thy constitution V Stilling. — " One grows older every day, Mar- garet." Margaret. — " O yes ! certainly, old and stiff." " That's true," rejoined Maria, and sighed. " My grandfather is still very strong for his age," said Heinrich. " That I am, lad," answered the old man. " I would still run up the ladder with thee for a wa- ger." Heinrich laughed aloud : Margaret soon saw that she could not carry the fortress on that side; she therefore sought another way. " O yes," said she, " it is a peculiar favour to be so well in one's old age ; thou hast never been sick, I believe, in thy life, Ebert 1" Stilling. — " Never in my life ; I know not what sickness is ; for I went about when I had the small-pox and measles." " Yet I believe, father," rejoined Maria, " that you have been ill several times from falling; for you have sometimes told us that you have often had dangerous falls." Stilling. — " Yes, I have had three mortal falls." " And the fourth time thou wilt fall down," said Margaret; " I forbode it. Thou hast lately seen a vision in the wood ; and a little while ago, a neighbour warned and begged of me not to let thee go upon the roof: for she said that, in the evenings, when she milked the cows, she had heard a noise and a piteous lamentation near our house in the road. I beg of thee, Ebert, do me the pleasure, and let some one else thatch the house ; thou dost not need to do it." Stilling. — " Margaret, may not I, or any one else, meet with some other misfortune on the road 1 I have seen a vision, it is true ; and our neighbour may have had such a foreboding. Now if this is certain, who can escape what God has ordained concerning him'? If he has determined that I should end my course in the road here, shall I, a poor stupid mortal, be able to avoid if? And if I am to fall down dead, how shall I be able to preserve myself? Sup- posing I do not go upon the roof, may not I, to- day or to-morrow, ascend a cartload of wood in the road, in order to unload it, stumble, and break my neck 1 Margaret, let me alone ! I will go on just as I have hitherto done, and if my hour comes suddenly, I will call it welcome." STILLING'S Margaret and Maria added still something more; but he heeded it not, and spoke, on the contrary, with Heinrich, on a variety of things regarding the thatching; they were therefore obliged to be content, and attempted the thing no more. The next morning they rose early, and old Stilling began, whilst singing a morning hymn, to loosen and throw down the old straw, which he easily accomplished in the course of the day, so that the next day they were able to commence covering the roof with new straw; in short, the roof was finished without experiencing the slight- est danger or affright ; only it was necessary to ascend it once more, in order to place strong fresh sods along the ridge. Old Stilling, how- ever, was in no hurry with this ; a week some- times passed over before it occurred to him to perform this last pari of his labor. The next Wednesday morning, Eberhard rose uncommonly early, and went about in the house, from one room to another, as if he were seeking something. His family were surprised, and asked him what he sought 1 "Nothing," said he ; "I know not. I am very well, and yet I have no rest; I cannot be still any where, just as if there was something in me that impelled me ; I also feel an apprehension of which I know not the reason." Margaret advised him to dress himself, and afterwards to go with Heinrich to Lichthausen to visit his son Johann. He assent- ed, but wished first to lay the sods upon the ridge of the house, and visit his son the day following. His wife and daughter were both opposed to this idea. At dinner, they seriously warned him not to go upon the roof; even Heinrich begged him to hire some one to complete the thatching. But the worthy old man smiled with an unlimited influence on those around him — a smile which had won so many a heart, and im- pressed it with reverence, although at the same time he did not say a word. A man who has grown old in the enjoyment of a good conscience, with the consciousness of many good actions, and who has accustomed himself to a free inter- course with God and his Redeemer, acquires a greatness and a freedom which the greatest con- queror never attained. The whole of Stilling's answer to this well-meant warning of his fam- ily consisted in this. — That he would ascend the cherry-tree, and once more eat his full of cher- ries; for there was a tree which stood in the orchard behind, which bore fruit very late, but so much the more excellent in quality. His wife and daughter were amazed at this propo- sal, for he had not been in a tree for the last ten years. "Now then," said Margaret, "for this time thou must exalt thyself, let it cost what it will." Eberhard laughed, and replied, " The higher, the nearer heaven." With this he went out of the door, and Heinrich after him, towards the cherry-tree, He took hold of the tree with his arms and knees, and climbing up to the top, placed himself in a forked branch of the tree, and began to eat the cherries, occasionally throw- ing down a twig to Heinrich. Margaret and Maria came likewise. " Hold !" said the hon- est woman; "lift me up a little, Maria, that I may take hold of thn under his hammer, as if it were a light staff, which is impossible to either of us ; and thus a man who has been exercised by trial, can overcome more than a little darling child that has always sucked the breast, and has experienced nothing. Be encouraged, cous- in ; rejoice when afflictions come, and believe that you are then in God's university, who i3 willing to make something of you !" Stilling set off therefore the next morning, comforted and strengthened, on his return to his native province. Parting from Mr. Gold- mann cost him many tears ; he believed that he was the most virtuous and upright man ho had ever seen ; and I think, even now, that Stil- ling was in the right. A man like this may well be called Guldmann; — as he spoke, so he also acted ; if he is still alive and reads this, he will shed tears, and his feelings will be angelic. On his journey, Stilling firmly resolved to con- tinue quietly at his needle, and cherish no more vain wishes ; but those hours when he would be at ljberty, he would again devote to study. However as he approached Leindorf, he felt his melancholy again announce itself. He feared, in particular, the reproaches of his father, so that he entered the room very downcast. Wilhelm sat at his needle with an apprentice, at the table. He saluted his father and mother, sat down, and was silent. Wilhelm was also silent for awhile ; at length he laid down his thimble, folded his arms together, and began : — Heinrich, I have heard every thing that has happened to thee at Kleefeld ; I will not reproach thee ; but this I see clearly, that it is not God's will thou shouldst be a schoolmaster. There- fore go quietly to work as a tailor, and take pleasure in it. There will still be many an hour in which thou mayest proceed with thy other affairs." Stilling was much vexed at himself, and con- firmed the resolution he had formed on the way. He therefore said to his father. "Yes. you are quite in the right ; I will pray that the Lord our God would change my mind." So saying, he look his seat, and applied himself to his needle. Tl is took place a fortnight after Michaelmas 1760, after he had entered his twenty-first year. If he had had nothing more to do than to la- bor at his needle, he would have been satisfied, und have submitted to circumstances ; but his father set him to thresh. The whole winter through, he was obliged to rise from betl at two o'clock in the morning, to go to the cold thresh- HEINRICH STILLING. 48 mg floor. The flail was dreadful to him. His hands were full of blisters, and his limbs trem- bled from pain and weariness. This, however, availed him nothing ; perhaps his father would have had pity upon him, but his mother-in-law would have every one in the house earn their food and clothing. To this was added another trying circumstance. Stilling could never sub- sist on his pay as a schoolmaster, which is re- -markabiy small in that country ; twenty-five rix dollars* a year being the most that is given to any one ; meat and drink are provided him by the peasants in rotation. Hence the schoolmasters all know a trade, which they follow out of school- hours, in order the better to gain a subsistence. But this was no system of Selling's ; he knew how to employ his leisure time more agreeably ; besides which, he sometimes bought a book or some other article which suited his purpose ; — be therefore fell into necessitous circumstances : his clothes were mean and much worn, so that he looked like one who aimed at what he was not able to accomplish. Wilhelm was careful, and his wife still more so ; hut they had several children, one after another, so that the father had trouble enough to support himself and his family. He thought his son was tall and strong enough to maintain himself. Now, "as this did not succeed according to his wish, the good man became melancholy, and began to doubt whether his son would not at length turn out a disorderly good-for-noth- ing. He began to withdraw his affection from him, treated him harshly, and compelled him to do all kinds of work, whether it was painful to him or not. This gave the last blow to poor Stilling. He saw that he should not be able to endure it long. He had a horror of his father's house ; on which account, he sought opportu- nity to work as journeyman with other master- tailors, and this his father willingly permitted. Cheerful moments, however, occasionally still intervened. Johann Stilling, on account of his great ability in geometry, mine-surveying, and mechanics, as well as his fidelity to his country, was made president of the board of commerce, for which reason he transferred the land-meas- uring business to his brother Wilhelm, who thoroughly understood it. When he went there- fore for some weeks into the Mark country to measure and divide woods, hills, and estates, he took his son with him ; and this was just what Stilling;