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
In an hour of sentiment, he took his lute: he did not now tune it merely
to accompany his voice, but drew harmonious melodies from its strings;
and Love, in less than a month, had changed the musical scraper to a new
Amphion. His first efforts did not seem to have been noticed; but soon
the population of the lane were all ear, every time the dilettante
struck a note. Mothers hushed their children, fathers drove the noisy
urchins from the doors, and the performer had the satisfaction to
observe that Meta herself, with her alabaster hand, would sometimes open
the window as he began to prelude. If he succeeded in enticing her to
lend an ear, his voluntaries whirled along in gay _allegro_, or skipped
away in mirthful jigs; but if the turning of the spindle, or her thrifty
mother, kept her back, a heavy-laden _andante_ rolled over the bridge of
the sighing lute, and expressed, in languishing modulations, the feeling
of sadness which love-pain poured over his soul.
Meta was no dull scholar; she soon learned to interpret this expressive
speech. She made various experiments to try whether she had rightly
understood it, and found that she could govern at her will the
dilettante humours of the unseen lute-twanger; for your silent modest
maidens, it is well known, have a much sharper eye than those giddy
flighty girls, who hurry with the levity of butterflies from one object
to another, and take proper heed of none. She felt her female vanity a
little flattered; and it pleased her that she had it in her power, by a
secret magic, to direct the neighbouring lute, and tune it now to the
note of joy, now to the whimpering moan of grief. Mother Brigitta, on
the other hand, had her head so constantly employed with her traffic on
the small scale, that she minded none of these things; and the sly
little daughter took especial care to keep her in the dark respecting
the discovery; and, instigated either by some touch of kindness for her
cooing neighbour, or perhaps by vanity, that she might show her
hermeneutic penetration, meditated on the means of making some
symbolical response to these harmonious apostrophes to her heart. She
expressed a wish to have flower-pots on the outside of the window; and
to grant her this innocent amusement was a light thing for the mother,
who no longer feared the coney-catching neighbour, now that she no
longer saw him with her eyes.
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