The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, January 1883: A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture.; Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific CircleChautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
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The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, January 1883: A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture.; Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
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Whether this is anything more than a fragment one may reasonably doubt,
but no more than this was known to the reciter. This is of course the
disadvantage of orally imparted poems, that a great portion is very
often left out of the beginning, the end, or the middle. Sometimes,
again, two different songs are combined into one. We can understand
without much difficulty what was meant by sending the moon with a
letter or message, and sending back the sun; it is not so obvious what
the letter written upon the hazel-nut leaf implies. The explanation
which seems the most probable is: This Roumanian peasant lover could
not write. He had no means of sending a message unless the sun would
be the messenger, nor of receiving a reply unless the moon would bring
it. The peasants sometimes make calls by whistling against a leaf, as
our peasant boys do with a piece of grass. This apparently is what is
meant by the answer sent by a hazel-nut leaf. Possibly the rest of the
poem, if there had been a remaining part, would have made the difficult
points of this ballad more clear. We might have had a tragedy of the
Ugo and Parisina sort. But all that is now covered up in night.
With one poem of a simple kind we will end this short selection:
List ye who love:
Three evils ye will prove.
The first is that you love,
The next because he seldom comes
Your love to prove.
This bitterness your heart will know.
The third when altogether he shall go,
And say adieu.
He will not come back again;
But your heart will scorch with pain.
Leaf of the barley, he will say,
I know not what has found me,
Nor what sorcery around me
Takes me from you away—
But adieu forever and a day.
—_The Nineteenth Century._
HOME LIFE IN GERMANY.
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