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
They sat down beside the table, which was likewise covered with a red
cloth; and the old man placed upon it something which was carefully
wrapped up. "From pity to your youth," he began, "I promised lately to
predict to you whether you could ever become happy or not; and this
promise I will in the present hour perform, though you hold the matter
only as a jest. You need not be alarmed; for what I purpose will take
place without danger; no dread invocations shall be made by me, nor
shall any horrid apparition terrify your senses. The business I am on
may fail in two ways: either if you do not love so truly as you have
been willing to persuade me; for then my labour is in vain, and nothing
will disclose itself; or, if you shall disturb the oracle and destroy it
by a useless question, or a hasty movement, should you leave your seat
and dissipate the figure; you must therefore promise me to keep yourself
quite still."
Ferdinand gave his word, and the old man unfolded from its cloths the
packet he had placed on the table. It was a golden goblet, of very
skilful and beautiful workmanship. Round its broad foot ran a garland of
flowers, intertwined with myrtles, and various other leaves and fruits,
worked out in high chasing with dim and with brilliant gold. A
corresponding ring, but still richer, with figures of children, and wild
little animals playing with them, or flying from them, wound itself
about the middle of the cup. The bowl was beautifully turned; it bent
itself back at the top as if to meet the lips; and within, the gold
sparkled with a red glow. Old Albert placed the cup between him and the
youth, whom he then beckoned to come nearer. "Do you not feel
something," said he, "when your eye loses itself in this splendour?"
"Yes," answered Ferdinand, "this brightness glances into my inmost
heart; I might almost say I felt it like a kiss in my longing bosom."
"It is right, then!" said the old man. "Now let not your eyes wander any
more, but fix them steadfastly on the glittering of this gold, and think
as intensely as you can of the woman whom you love."
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