Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
Nevertheless, these alarming symptoms, which the medical gentleman
considered as so many heralds announcing the approach of a malignant
distemper, appeared to be nothing more than the consequences of a bad
night's-rest; for the patient having taken her _siesta_ about noon,
found herself, to the Israelite's astonishment, out of danger in the
evening; needed no more drugs, and by the orders of her AEsculapius was
required merely to keep quiet for a day or two. This space she employed
in maturely deliberating her intrigue, and devising ways and means for
fulfilling the demands of the _Mushirumi_. She was diligently occupied,
inventing, proving, choosing and rejecting. One hour fancy smoothed away
the most impassable mountains; and the next, she saw nothing but clefts
and abysses, from the brink of which she shuddered back, and over which
the boldest imagination could not build a bridge. Yet on all these rocks
of offence she grounded the firm resolution to obey the feelings of her
heart, come what come might; a piece of heroism, not unusual with Mother
Eve's daughters; which in the mean time they often pay for with the
happiness and contentment of their lives.
The bolted gate of the Seraglio at last went up, and the fair Melechsala
again passed through it into the garden, like the gay Sun through the
portals of the East. The Count observed her entrance from behind a grove
of ivy; and there began a knocking in his heart as in a mill; a thumping
and hammering as if he had just run a race. Was it joy, was it fear, or
anxious expecting of what this visit would announce to him--forgiveness
or disfavour? Who can unfold so accurately the heart of man, as to trace
the origin and cause of every start and throb in this irritable muscle?
In short, Count Ernst did feel considerable palpitations of the heart,
so soon as he descried the Princess from afar; but of their Whence or
Why, he could give his own mind no account. She very soon dismissed her
suite; and from all the circumstances it was clear that poetical
anthology was not her business in the present case. She bent her course
to the grove; and as the Count was not playing hide-and-seek with much
adroitness or zeal, she found him with great ease. While she was still
at some distance, he fell upon his knees with mute eloquence before her,
not venturing to raise his eyes, and looked as ruefully as a delinquent
when the judge is ready to pass sentence on him. The Princess, however,
with a soft voice and friendly gesture, said to him: "Bostangi, rise and
follow me into this grove." Bostangi obeyed in silence; and she having
taken her seat, spoke thus: "The will of the Prophet be done! I have
called on him three days and three nights long, to direct me by a sign
if my conduct were wavering between error and folly. He is silent; and
approves the purpose of the Ringdove to free the captive Linnet from the
chain with which he toilsomely draws water, and to nestle by his side.
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