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
The young Eremite prepared his bed of moss, beneath the oak, exceedingly
content with the reception which the Elf had given him. Sleep came upon
him like a strong man; gay morning dreams danced round his head, and
solaced his fancy with the breath of happy forebodings. On awakening, he
joyfully began his day's work; ere long he had built himself a pleasant
hermit's-cottage; had dug his garden, and planted in it roses and
lilies, with other odoriferous flowers and herbs; not forgetting pulse
and cole, and a sufficiency of fruit-trees. The Elf never failed to
visit him at twilight; she rejoiced in the prospering of his labours;
walked with him, hand in hand, by the sedgy border of the lake; and the
wavering reeds, as the wind passed through them, whispered a melodious
evening salutation to the trustful pair. She instructed her attentive
disciple in the secrets of Nature; showed him the origin and causes of
things; taught him their common and their magic properties and effects;
and formed the rude soldier into a thinker and philosopher.
In proportion as the feelings and senses of the young man grew refined
by this fair spiritual intercourse, it seemed as if the tender form of
the Elf were condensing, and acquiring more consistency; her bosom
caught warmth and life; her brown eyes sparkled with the fire of love;
and with the shape, she appeared to have adopted the feelings of a young
blooming maiden. The sentimental hour of dusk, which is as if expressly
calculated to awaken slumbering feelings, had its usual effect; and
after a few moons from their first acquaintance, the sighing Krokus
found himself possessed of the happiness in Love, which the Third
Reed-stalk had appointed him; and did not repent that by the trap-door
of Passion the freedom of his heart had been ensnared. Though the
marriage of the tender pair took place without witnesses, it was
celebrated with as much enjoyment as the most tumultuous espousal; nor
were speaking proofs of love's recompense long wanting. The Elf gave her
husband three daughters at a birth; and the father, rejoicing in the
bounty of his better half, named, at the first embrace, the eldest
infant, Bela; the next born, Therba; and the youngest, Libussa. They
were all like the Genies in beauty of form; and though not moulded of
such light materials as the mother, their corporeal structure was finer
than the dull earthy clay of the father. They were also free from all
the infirmities of childhood; their swathings did not gall them; they
teethed without epileptic fits, needed no calomel taken inwardly, got no
rickets; had no small-pox, and, of course, no scars, no scum-eyes, or
puckered faces: nor did they require any leading-strings; for after the
first nine days, they ran like little partridges; and as they grew up,
they manifested all the talents of the mother for discovering hidden
things, and predicting what was future.
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