The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of TieckTieck, Ludwig
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The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of Tieck
Tieck, Ludwig
German fiction -- Translations into English
They sat down: the old man gave his young friend his hand, which the
latter prest cordially, and then said: "You cannot doubt my affection
and friendship; and what you confide to me will in my hands be as
secret as in the silent grave."
"I have watcht you this long time," said the old man, "and know you
well. Hitherto we have had but little talk together; I am now forced
to change and break through my usage with regard to you, and I am
anxious besides that there should be a being who knows and understands
me."
Edward's curiosity was roused; and the old man went on with a
tremulous voice: "I am still so much moved, my whole frame is still so
much disordered by yesterday's shock, that you must have patience with
my weakness. That my life is a cheerless one, that I have long
renounced all those recreations and enjoyments, which are in fact the
only things most men live for, you must long ago have remarkt. From my
youth up I have got out of the way of pleasure, with a feeling which I
might almost call dread. Educated by a rigid father, who lived in the
greatest penury, my childhood and youth were merely suffering and
sorrow. When I grew bigger, my ripening understanding only enabled me
more distinctly to perceive the misery of my parents and the
wretchedness of the whole earth. Often for many nights together no
sleep visited my eyes, which were flowing with tears. Thus my
imagination accustomed itself to view the whole world as nothing but a
place of punishment, where sorrow and need were the lot of all, and
such as were raised above the sordid wants of life were but in a yet
sadder state of silly delusion, in which they neither recognized their
own calling nor the destiny of mankind, but giving themselves up to
vapid pleasures and pitiful comforts reeled along toward the grave.
One single star shed its light through this dark gloom,--but it was as
far beyond my reach as if it had stood in the heavens,--my relation
Elizabeth, whom you saw: she was rich, highborn, and bred to a life of
splendour and luxury. A cousin of mine, Helbach, who was still richer
and haughtier, was designed for her husband: our family scarcely ever
saw these proud relations of theirs; and my stern father had a special
hatred for them, and never spake but with rancour of their
extravagance. This hatred he also transferred to me, when he
discovered my secret and strong affection. He gave me his curse, if I
ever dared to think of that lovely and beloved being. Nor was it long
before she was married to her overbearing kinsman; one stream of
wealth flowed into the other, and produced such a splendid way of
living that the whole town felt envy at it. My mother's brother, who
gave his son this large fortune, was so much ashamed of our poverty,
that he did not even invite my parents to the wedding; which so
greatly increast the vexation and annoyance of my father, already a
prey to bitter mortification, that the after-throes of this insult
brought him to the grave.
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