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Eyer, are loved wherever they are who are talking to those vulgarknown. Unlike his warlike progen- looking women ? itor, Lorenzo von Speck, Dorothea's “ The big one, with the epaulets, father, had early shown himself a is Major von Schnabel; the little one, passionate admirer of art; had quitted with the pale face, is Stiefel von Klinhome to study architecture in Italy, genspohr." and had become celebrated through " And the big blue woman?” out Europe and been appointed Ober “ The Grand-Ducal Pumpernickehofarchitect and Kunst und Bau-in- lian-court-architectress and Upperspektor of the united principalities. Palace-and-building-inspectress Von They are but four miles wide, and his Speck, born V. Eyer," replied the genius has, consequently, but little guide. “Your well-born honor has room to play. What art can do, seen the pump in the market-place; however, he does. The palace is fre- that is the work of the great Von quently whitewashed under his eyes ; | Speck.”. the theatre painted occasionally; the “And yonder young person?” noble public buildings erected, of “Mr. Court-architect's daughter; which I have already made mention. the Fräulein Dorothea."
I had come to Kalbsbraten, scarce knowing whither I went; and having,
Dorothea looked up from her novel in about ten minutes, seen the curiosi- here, and turned her face towards the ties of the place (I did not care to see stranger who was passing, and then, the King's palace, for chairs and blushing, turned it down again. tables have no great charm for me), Schnabel looked at me with a scowl, I had ordered horses, and wanted to Klingenspohr with a simper, the dog get on, I cared not whither, when fate with a yelp, the fat lady in blue just threw Dorothea in my way. I was gave one glance, and seemed, I yawning back to the hotel, through thought, rather well pleased. the palace-garden, a valet-de-place at lence, Lischen!” said she to the dog. my side, when I saw a young lady “Go on, darling Dorothea,” she seated under a tree reading a novel, added, to her daughter, who continher mamma on the same bench (a fat ued her novel. woman in light blue). knitting a stock Her voice was a little tremulous, ing, and two officers, choked in their but very low an rich. For some stays, with various orders on their reason or other, on getting back to spinach-colored coats, standing by in the inn, I countermanded the horses, first attitudes : the one was caressing and said I would stay for the night. the fat-lady-in-blue's little dog; the I not only staid that night, but other was twirling his own mustache, many, many afterwards; and as for which was already as nearly as possi- the manner in which I became acble curled into his own eye.
quainted with the Speck family, why I don't know how it is, but I hate it was a good joke against me at the to see men evidently intimate with time, and I did not like then to have nice-looking women, and on good it known; but now it may as well terms with themselves. There's come out at once. Speck, as everysomething annoying in their cursed body knows, lives in the market-place, complacency -their evident sunshiny opposite his grand work of art, the happiness. I've no woman to make town pump, or fountain. I bought a sunshine for me; and yet my heart large sheet of paper, and having a tells me that not one, but several knack at drawing, sat down with the such suns, would do good to my sys- greatest gravity, before the pump, and
sketched it for several hours. I knew “Who are those pert-looking offi- it would bring out old Speck to see. cers," says I, peevishly, to the guide, At first he contented himself by flat
tening his nose against the window- in blue), as a young world-observer, glasses of his study, and looking what and worthy art-friend, a young scion the Engländer was about. Then he of British Adel, who had come to reput on his gray cap with the huge fresh himself at the Urquellen of his green shade, and sauntered to the race, and see his brethren of the great door : then he walked round me, and family of Hermann.” formed one of a band of street-idlers I saw instantly that the old fellow who were looking on: then at last he was of a romantic turn, from this could restrain himself no more, but, rodomontade to his lady: nor was pulling off his cap, with a low bow, she a whit less so; nor was Dorothea began to discourse upon arts, and less sentimental than her mamma. architecture in particular.
She knew every thing regarding the "It is curious," says he, “ that you literature of Albion, as she was have taken the same view of which a pleased to call it; and asked me print has been engraved.”
news of all the famous writers there. ** That is extraordinary,” says II told her that Miss Edgeworth was (though it wasn't, for I had traced one of the loveliest young beauties my drawing at a window off the very at our court; I described to her print in question). I added that I Lady Morgan, herself as beautiful was, like all the world, immensely as the wild Irish girl she drew; I struck with the beauty of the edifice; promised to give her a signature of heard of it at Rome, where it was Mrs. Hemans (which I wrote for her considered to be superior to any of that very evening); and described a the celebrated fountains of that capi- fox-hunt, at which I had seen Thomas tal of the fine arts; finally, that un- Moore and Samuel Rogers, Esquires; less, perhaps, the celebrated fountain and a boxing-match, in which the of Aldgate in London might compare athletic author of “Pelham” was with it, Kalbsbraten building, except pitched against the hardy mountain in that case, was incomparable. bard, Wordsworth.
You see my This speech I addressed in French, education was not neglected, for of which the worthy Hofarchitect though I have never read the works understood somewhat, and, continu- of the above-named ladies and gentleing to reply in German, our conversa- men, yet I knew their names well tion grew pretty close. It is singular enough. that I can talk to a man and pay him Time passed away. I, perhaps, was compliments with the utmost gravity, never so brilliant in conversation as whereas, to a woman, I at once lose when excited by the Asmanshauser all self-possession, and have never and the brilliant eyes of Dorothea that said a pretty thing in my life. day. She and her parents had dined
My operations on old Speck were at their usual heathen hour; but I so conducted, that in a quarter of an was, I don't care to own it, so smithour I had elicited from him an invi- ten, that for the first time in my life tation to go over the town with him, I did not even miss the meal, and and see its architectural beauties. talked on until six o'clock, when tea So we walked through the huge half- was served. Madame Speck said furnished chambers of the palace, we they always drank it; and so placing panted up the copper pinnacle of the a teaspoonful of bohea in a caldron church-tower, we went to see the of water, she placidly handed out this Museum and Gymnasium, and com- decoction, which we took with cakes ing back into the market-place again, and tartines. I leave you to imagine what could the Hofarchitect do but how disgusted Klingenspohr and offer me a glass of wine and a seat in Schnabel looked when they stepped his house? He introduced me to his in as usual that evening to make their Gattinn, his Leocadia (the fat woman | party of whist with the Speck family!
Down they were obliged to sit; and at Kalbsbraten. The little court was the lovely Dorothea, for that night, removed to Siegmundslust, his Highdeclined to play altogether, and - - sat ness's country-seat: no balls were on the sofa by me.
taking place, and, in consequence, I What we talked about, who shall held my own with Dorothea pretty tell? I would not, for my part, break well. I treated her admirer, Lieuthe secret of one of those delicious tenant Klingenspohr, with perfect conversations, of which I and every scorn, had a manifest advantage over man in his time have held so many. Major Schnabel, and used somehow You begin, very probably, about the to meet the fair one every day, walkweather — 'tis a common subject, but ing in company with her mamma in what sentiments the genius of Love the palace garden, or sitting under the can fling into it! I have often, for acacias, with Belotte in her mother's my part, said to the girl of my heart lap, and the favorite romance besido for the time being, “It's a fine day,” her. Dear, dear Dorothea ! what a or, “It's a rainy morning !" in a way number of novels she must have read that has brought tears to her eyes. in her time! She confesses to me that Something beats in your heart, and she had been in love with Uncas, with twangle! a corresponding string Saint Preux, with Ivanhoe, and with thrills and echoes in hers. You offer hosts of German heroes of romance ; her any thing her knitting-needles, and when I asked her if she, whose a slice of bread and butter — what heart was so tende towards imagicauses the grateful blush with which nary youths, had never had a prefershe accepts the one or the other ?ence for any one of her living adorers, Why, she sees your heart handed over she only looked, and blushed, and to her upon the needles, and the bread sighed, and said nothing. and butter is to her a sandwich with You see I bad got on as well as man love inside it. If you say to your could do, until the confounded court grandmother, “Ma'am, it is a fine season and the balls began, and then day,” or what not, she would find in - why, then came my usual luck. the words no other meaning than Waltzing is a part of a German their outward and visible one; but say girl's life. With the best will in the so to the girl you love, and she under- world - which, I doubt not, she enstands a thousand mystic meanings in tertains for me, for I never put the them. Thus, in a word, though Dor- matter of marriage directly to herothea and I did not, probably, on the Dorothea could not go to balls and first night of our meeting, talk of any not waltz. It was madness to me to thing more than the weather, or see her whirling round the room with trumps, or some subjects which to officers, attachés, prim little chambersuch listeners as Schnabel and Klin- lains with gold keys and embroidered genspohr and others might appear coats, her hair floating in the wind, quite ordinary, yet to us they had a her hand reposing upon the abomina• different signification, of which Love ble little dancer's epaulet, her goodalone held the key.
humored face lighted up with still Without further ado then, after the greater satisfaction. I saw that I must occurrences of that evening, I deter- learn to waltz too, and took my measmined on staying at Kalbsbraten, and ures accordingly. presenting my card the next day to The leader of the ballet at the the Hof-Marshal, requesting to have Kalbsbraten theatre in my time was the honor of being presented to his Springbock, from Vienna. He had Highness the Prince, at one of whose been a regular Zephyr once, 'twas court-balls my Dorothea appeared as said, in his younger days; and though I have described her.
he is now fifteen stone weight, I can, It was summer when I first arrived | hélas ! recommend him conscientious
ly as a master; and I determined to At the end of four weeks there was take some lessons from him in the art a grand ball at court in honor of H. which I had neglected so foolishly in H. the Prince of Dummerland, and early life.
his Princess, and then I determined I It may be said, without vanity that would come out in public. I dressed I was an apt pupil, and in the course myself with unusual care and splenof half a dozen lessons I had arrived dor. My hair was curled and my at very considerable agility in the mustache dyed to a nicety; and of waltzing line, and could twirl round the four hundred gentlemen pres, the room with him at such a pace as ent, if the girls of Kalbsbraten did made the old gentleman pant again, select one who wore an English husand hardly left him breath enough to sar uniform, why should I disguise puff out a compliment to his pupil. the fact? In spite of my silence, the I may say, that in a single week I news had somehow got abroad, as became an expert waltzer ; but as I news will in such small towns, - Herr wished, when I came out publicly in von Fitz-Boodle was coming out in that character, to be quite sure of my- a waltz that evening. His highness self, and as I had hitherto practised the Duke even made an allusion to not with a lady, but with a very fat the circumstance. When on this old man, it was agreed that he should eventful night, I went, as usual, bring a lady of his acquaintance to and made him my bow in the presperfect me, and accordingly, at my entation, “ Vous, Monsieur,” saiil eighth lesson, Madame Springbock he vous qui êtes si jeune, devez herself came to the dancing-room, and aimer la danse.” I blushed as red the old Zephyr performed on the as my trousers, and, bowing, went violin.
away. If any man ventures the least sneer I stepped up to Dorothea. Hcavwith regard to this lady, or dares to ens! how beautiful she looked ! anel insinuate anything disrespectful to how archly she smiled, as, with a her or myself, I say at once that he is thumping heart, I asked her hand for an impudent calumniator. Madame a waltz! She took out her little Springbock is old enough to be my mother-of-pearl dancing-hook, shu grandmother, and as ugly a woman wrote down my name with her pencil: as I ever saw; but, though old, she we were engaged for the fourth waltz, was passionnée pour la danse, and not and till then I left her to other parthaving (on account, doubtless, of her ners. age and unprepossessing appearance) Who says that his first waltz is not many opportunities of indulging in a nervous moment? I vow I was her favorite pastime, made up for more excited than by any duel I ever lost time by immense activity when- fought. I would not dance any conever she could get a partner. In tre-danse or galop. I repeatedly went vain, at the end of the hour, would to the buffet and got glasses of punch Springbock exclaim, “Amalia, my (dear simple Germany! 'tis with rumsoul's blessing, the time is up!" punch and egg-flip thy children
Play on, dear Alphonso !” would strengthen themselves for the dance !) the old lady exclaim, whisking me I went into the ball-room and looked round : and though I had not the the couples bounded before me, the least pleasure in such a homely part- music clashed and rung in my ears -ner, yet_for the sake of perfecting all was fiery, feverish, indistinct. The myself, I waltzed and waltzed with gleaming white columns, the polished her, until we were both half dead with oaken floors in which the innumerafatigue.
ble tapers were reflected — all togethAt the end of three weeks I could er swam before my eyes, and I was in waltz as well as any man in Germany. I a pitch of madness almost when the
fourth waltz at length came. “ Will and causes me to blush when I'm you dance with your sword on ?" said the abed in the dark ? sweetest voice in the world. I blushed I fell, sir, on that infernal slippery and stammered and trembled, as I laid floor. Down we came like shot; we down that weapon and my cap, and rolled over and over in the midst of hark! the music began !
the ball-room, the music going ten Oh, how my hand trembled as I miles an hour, 800 pairs of eyes fixed placed it round the waist of Doro- upon us, a cursed shriek of laughter thea! With my left hand I took her bursting out from all sides. Heavens ! right - did she squeeze it? I think how clear I heard it, as we went on she did — to this day I think she did. rolling and rolling ! "My child ! Away we went! we tripped over the my Dorothea !” shrieked out Madame polished oak floor like two young Speck, rushing forward, and as soon fairies. Courage, monsieur," said as she had breath to do so, Dorothea she, with her sweet smile. Then it of course screamed too; then she was “ Très bien, monsieur.” Then fainted, then she was disentangled I heard the voices humming and buz- froin out my spurs, and borne off by zing about
“Il danse bien l'An- a bevy of tittering women. glais.” “Ma foi, oui,” says another. sy brute !” said Madame Speck, turnOn we went, twirling and twisting, ing her fat back upon me. I remained and turning and whirling; couple upon my séant, wild, ghastly, looking after couple dropped panting off. about. It was all up with me Little Klingenspohr himself was knew it was. I wished I could have obliged to give in. All eyes were died there, and I wish so still. upon us — we werc going round Klingenspohr married her, that is alone. Dorothea was almost exhaust- the long and short; but before that when
event I placed a sabre-cut across the
young scoundrel's nose, which deI have been sitting for two hours stroyed his beauty forever. since I marked the points, think. 0 Dorothea! you can't forgive me ing - thinking. I have committed - you oughtn't to forgive me; but I crimes in my life — who hasn't? But I love you madly still. talk of remorse, what remorse is there My next flame was Ottilia : but let like that which rushes up in a flood to us keep her for another number; my my brain sometimes when I am alone, I feelings overpower me at esent.
Yes, of no other than Ottilia v.
Schlippenschlopp, the Muse of KalbsTHE ALBUM. -THE MEDITERRANEAN
braten-Pumpernickel, the friendly
little town far away in Sachsenland TRAVELLING some little time back – where old Speck built the town in a wild part of Connemara, where I pump, where Klingenspohr had been for fishing and seal-shoot- slashed across the nose, - where Do. ing, I had the good luck to get ad- rothea rolled over and over in that mission to the château of a hospitable horrible waltz with Fitz-BooIrish gentleman, and to procure some Psha! - away with the recollection : news of my once dear Ottilia. I but wasn't it strange to get news of