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fact, the very life-breath of the locomotive en- the Baltimore Oriole. The medallion upon the The advertisement that "John Allen writes for gine.”

title-page represents the eclectic idea, under the the New York Ledger would have been a greater While Blackett's experiments were going on at guise of two female figures--one winnowing, the card than the announcement that Henry Ward Wylam, Stephenson was anxiously investigating other gleaning-encircled by a garland of fruits Beecher does the same thing. All this is a prethe subject of the locomotive at Killingworth. He and grain. We do not know of another magazine, mium to notoriety, and no doubt swells the profits had succeeded, it has been noted, in applying the English or American, which makes a more taste of successful authorship. Whether it adds to the surplus power of the pumping engines to drawing ful and appropriate appearance. In this change reward of merit, or to the value of our periodical coals out of the mines from the deeper cuttings; of dress, the publishers, of The New Eclectic have literature, is another question. We incline to the and yet the problem of cheaper transportation for made a needful concession to the taste of the age, opinion that the preservation of the impersonal this commodity, from point to point above ground, which demands show in everything. The time has and anonymous character-the literary incognito remained unsolved. Stephenson had invented passed when it could be said that “good wine needs observed by the great English organs, both of upon some parts of the route, over which his coals no bush." The best vintage in the world only literary and political opinion-by Blackwood and had to be hauled, inclined planes worked by grav- sells now-a-days by virtue of attractive labels and the Saturday Review, equally with the London itation; but, as this method could only be applied assiduous puffing and advertising. The rule ap- Times, leads to better results. at isolated points, the difficulty and expense of plies to literary wares as well, and the recognition transportation, by horse-power, for the most part, of this fact by publishers generally is shown by

Putnam's contains, among cther things more remained. In the years 1812 and ’13, he had wit- the various styles and degrees of ornamentation

or less interesting, a poem, "Among the Trees," by nessed the working of Blackett's engine on the and pictorial embellishment, meant to catch the

Bryant; a heretofore unpublished historical fragtram-way past the door of the cottage at Wylam in eye and invite further examination, exhibited by

ment by Fennimore Cooper on the “Battle of Plattswhich he was born, and he had also been present the covers of the scores of magazines spread out

burgh Bay;" an article on “Steam-Travel in at the performance of one of Blenkinsop's ma- for sale upon the counters of the newsdealers. It

Cities," of which we have made free use in the pachines. The difficulties under which both these may be observed that The New Eclectic's black per

black per on “Underground Railways'' in the present machines labored have already been noted. The and orange is no gayer, by-the-way, than the Ed

number of this journal; a pleasant sketch of Hans locomotive, indeed, needed for its perfection, what inburgh's dress of blue and buff, which we believe

Christian Andersen, the Danish story-teller, and the stationary engine had found in James Watt. the great Review has worn from the date of its

the usual interesting budget of editorial notes; This want it was George Stephenson's mission to first publication in the earlier part of the century.

those on foreign literature being in the nature supply. In 1813 he induced the principal partners We congratulate our contemporary, therefore,

rather of literary gossip than of literary criticism. of the Killingworth Colliery to furnish the means upon the exchange of its Quaker-like garb for a Harpers' Magazine is not heralded as a holiday for the construction of a locomotive. The first dress à la mode. The table of contents is also number. Its established character is preserved machine constructed by Stephenson was modeled more than usually varied-including, besides a without the introduction of changes or innovamainly upon that of Blenkinsop, but the power multitude of selections from current English and

tions. An opening poem-"The Silent City at was communicated to the wheels supporting the American periodicals, a brief sketch of John Rus- Greenwood'' -perhaps may suggest how, at the engine on the trrck, instead of to the cog-wheels / kin, by Mr. William Hand Browne, designed to recurrence of each New Year, we should recall which acted on a cogged rail, independent of the accompany a portrait of the great English Art those who have gone upon that journey which four supporting wheels. The wheels of this last | Critic and Essayist, which forms another new fea- leads to the "city, vast yet voiceless :" but the locomotive were all smooth, Stephenson being sat-ture in the January number. With the exception other papers seem to bear no special relation to the isfied by experiments that the weight of the engine of rather heavy doses of Phineas Phinn" and "The season is the Bufalo Roncos tolos was sufficient for the purpose of traction. This | Woman's Kingdom," prompted, no doubt, by the the plains, and places him in the midst of the wild machine was placed on the Killingworth Railway Publishers' desire (shared by the public) to get rid (hunt: "Paul du Chaillu again” is a fearful coilon the 25th of July, 1814. It was found to have of both as soon as possible--the selections generallyling and writhing of snake stories, hardly suited capacity for drawing eight loaded carriages, of 30 have the merit of brevity-which besides inviting for such as may drink too deeply of the wasgail tons each, up an ascending gradient of 1 in 450, at reading, affords scope for greater variety.

cup; "South Coast Saunterings in England” is the rate of about four miles an hour. Though, in

continued, and will, by both illustrations and letimportant particulars, this engine was a great im- | The holiday number of Lippincotť s also sig

58 ter-press, repay the reader; "Learning Common provement upon those which had preceded it, the nalises the entrance of that improving and very

Sense” is a sensible essay upon a practical subject; "Blucher," as it was popularly called, proved to readable monthly upon the third volume and

“My Old Woman and I” is-we will so style it--a be a cumbrous and clumsy machine. It had no second year of its existence. In their prospectus

poem, by John Brougham, only redeemed by an springs; its machinery was huddled together and the Publishers announce a number of attractive

admirable illustration; “Chivalrous and Semihung entirely upon the boiler, and the motive features for the year 1869, and the names of a host

Chivalrous Southrons" is a sensible and discrimipower was communicated by means of a spur-gear, of American and European contributors. They

nating paper, sustaining the Bureau-Major's repuwhich, with the other defects mentioned, caused have also adopted the practice of appending to the

tation for fairness; "My Visit to Utopia” is eviits motion to become a succession of jerks-each different articles, as published, the names of the wri

dently written by a woman who has not yet caught cylinder alternately propelling or becoming pro-ters. Whether this particular feature is an improve

the Woman's Rights' fever; “A Public Building'' pelled by the other, as the pressure of the one upon ment, we think, is questionable, although it is the

makes some apt criticisms upon the Capitol at the wheels became greater or less than the pressure common American practice. Even the Atlantic,

Washington; "The Bishops of Rome;" "My Enof the other. When the teeth of thc cog-wheels although ii does not print its contributors' names at

emy's Daughter," and "Abbas Pacha of Egypt," became at all worn, a rattling noise was produced the foot of their articles, or in its table of contents,

conclude the number. Of course, the peculiar feaduring the traveling of the engine. Stephenson's contrives each month to let the public into the

tures of the Easy Chair, Drawer, Book Table and first attempt, moreover, did not answer the main secret of the authorship of the various papers.

Record of Current Events are preserved. condition of the problem, which was to produce The result is, that contributions are solicited and transportation cheaper than that of horse-power. literary productions sell, not for what they are The Atlantic commences its twenty-third vol. At the end of the year the first Killingworth en-worth, but for the sake of the popularity or noto- ume with the January number. Its first pages gine had not performed its work at a less cost than riety even which may attach to the name of the contain the opening chapters of a new serial the same could have been accomplished by horses. author. Thus-a trashy article by A, whom every- novel-"Malbone: an Oldport Romance," enough (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.)

body knows, is worth to a New York or Boston of which is not given, however, to indicate its

publisher infinitely more than a valuable contribu- character; "The Sunshine of the Gods," a poem Reviews.

tion by B, who has ten times the amount of brains by Bayard Taylor, is undoubtedly superior to and scholarship, but is unfortunately less known. most magazine poetry; "A Literary Gourmand"

It doesn't matter from what source the popularity is a ragout compounded of the aphorisms of BrilJANUARY MAGAZINES.

or notoriety in question springs; it is enough if it lat-Savarin, who, though musician, linguist, chemThe first place among the magazines of the New is "available," and serves to sell the magazine or ist, astronomer, littérateur and savant, devoted Year belongs by courtesy to our contemporary, book. If "the work of grace," as it was impu- all his knowledge to the great art of eating; “The The New Eclectic, which enters upon its fourth dently called, lately supposed to be in progress in Good-Natured Pendulum" is a story by Mr. Evervolume, with renewed evidences of improvement the dens and purlicus of Water street, New York, ett Hale, after his usual style, but a little watered; and prosperity, within and without. Externally, had not come to such a sudden and inglorious "The Flying Dutchman” are verses meant to be it has put on gayer and handsomer attire. Instead conclusion, we should probably have had “Scenes satirical; but rather common-place; “Co-Operativo of the dull, unattractive gray covers under which from My Life,” or “Autobiographical Sketches by Housekeeping" is a continuation of a series of pait has heretofore hid its literary light, it comes out the Wickedest Man in New York," published in pers which could only originate in a New England in a plumage of black and orange-the colors of some of the leading periodicals of the metropolis. I brain; "In the Teutoberger Forest is the first of a number of articles upon the by-ways of Europe; la magazine can be made “very cheap, and well migrate into his violin. That is music, where there is Whittier contributes a poetical thanksgiving, worthy of being retained on the tables or placed inspiration, and not a mere mechanical process. "After the Election," characteristic and radical; in the library of any family.” Miss Braddon's linh

Why are we obliged to refrain from this enthusiasm Consumption in America" is the commencement |“Run to Earth” is commenced; some stories in'om time that same nights Miss Hunt hoc condo

in speaking of Miss Hunt, whom we heard for the fint of an investigation by Dr. Bowditch of the causes English magazines, and several original contribu voice of sufficient compass, which has been very much of that disease and the means of its cradication; tions make up the table of contents.

worked upon, but her school is not good; her an "The Mean Yankees at Home" is a very thorough

ticulation is not clear, and she made many mistakes account of the municipal and social organization

in matters of taste. The Andantino of the air from The

The Lady's Friend. This is a monthly magaof a New England town, by James Parton, with

viata was not rendered with the expression it requires, zine of literature and fashion, with plates, patterns, and the shades of crescendo and diminuendo were somo very sensible reflections mixed with much of

and all the necessary directions to make up that not well observed before coming to the second part in the usual Yankee glorification; "Dante," by Bry

I fearfuland wonderful result-a woman's wardrobe. F major "A quell'amor.” In the cabaletta the scales ant; "On a Certain Jondescension in Foreigners,” A serial novel, “Roland Yorke," by Mrs. Henry

were not sufficiently neat and pearled. The song of a breaking out of the English-phobia; "Gnaden

Guglielmo, the lover, and the bird, was better sung.hutten;" "Cinders from the Ashes," reminiscences Wood, is commenced in this number, besides

We must not forget to say that Miss Hunt trills spa which are several stories of the usual character.markably well, and we think that with good instrucof school days, by Holmes; and “The Moral Sig

The poetry is both selected and original-the latter tion she will sing better. nificance of the Republican Triumph," by E. P.

Mr. Courlænder .played a Polonaise of Chopin, if we ! Whipple, are the concluding papers of a number by no means the better of the two.

are not mistaken; we have already expressed our ap fully equal in character and peculiarities to its

preciation of his talent. Did we not know that he is predecessors. They are followed by the usual Our Young Folks.-Fields, Osgood & Co.'s well engaged in teaching all day long, we should like to see quota of Reviews and Book Notices.

known illustrated magazine for Boys and Girls, a little more expression and warmth in his playing, contains an unusual number of contributions. I but we are sure he cannot feel much inclined to play some of them by Aldrich, Miss Muloch, Mrs. H.

after a long day of lessons, and it was very kind and The Galaxy shows both the result and the ne

unselfish on his part to lend his co-operation to M. B. Stowe, Mrs. Agassiz, &c. The illustrations are cessity of the transfer which has been made of its very good and the whole appearance of the num

Prume,

In the third of the Peabody Concerts, Driss Hunt control to other hands. The present number is al be

aber before us indicates decided enterprise and im sung again a Cavatina from n Crociato. Her voice vast improvement upon those of November and

provement in the arrangements for its conduc: sounded better than at the Monumental Assembly December. A notice of the "New York Journal al during the coming year.

Room, which is not adapted for music, but we regtet ists' is an interesting paper; "The Liberal Tri

not to be able to modify our opinion of her school of umvirate of England,' evidently by an English

singing, though among the same mistakes of style man, is a heavy but apparently intelligent analysis Golden Hours is a new magazine for Boys and and school, two or three phrases were better said and of contemporaneous English politics, particularly Girls, published by Hitchcock & Walden, Cincin- sung. The Crociato is an Opera written in the first

style of Meyerbeer. This illustrious composer, mon discussing the positions of Gladstone, Bright and nati, and Carlton & Lanahan, New York. It is

harmonist than melodist, soon abandoned a sty.e Mill; "A Belt of Asteroids' touches a subject illustrated, and the articles of the first number are

which did not suit his genius, to write Robert le Diable which might be expanded into a volume-those numerous, and, from a cursory glance, both suita-land Les Huo

uila and Les Huguenots-operas which will make his name single poems, kinless and anonymous, which ench ble and attracıive.

last forever. succeeding generation accepts as true poetry and

The Orchestral part of the Concert was very good, preserves ; "The Lanman Scandal" is a story well| HERR SIPP-PRUMES CONCERT-MISS The violinsand violoncellos distinguished themselves,

both in Mendelssohn's Symphony and in the Overture planned and well written : "The Waking of the HUNT-PEABODY INSTITUTE, THIRD

of William Tell. The flutes and the horns will have to Cid" is a poem, imitative, and suggesting more

CONCERT-MARETZEK'S ITALIAN AND

improve-they are the weak part of the Orchestra. than one familiar model; the following paper! GERMAN TROUPE.

We should also recommend less enthusiasm on the upon "Edwin Booth” is a very complete analysis Three concerts and four operas in two weeks are an part of the cymbals and the bass-drum; on many oeof his great dramatic powers; "Our Crime Land abundance of riches to which we are not accustomed casions these instruments were so loud as to stitle the Excursion," by A. Oakey Hall, is a Bunyanised in this city-and an unusual task for our pen-still we stringed instruments. experience of a philosophical Prosecuting Attor

shall endeavor to give an exact account of these mu- Thalberg in "Die Kunst des Gesange auf dem Piano

sical entertainments, following the order in which forte," (the art of singing applied to the Pianoforte. ney; "English Grammar," by R. Grant White, ist e, as they were produced.

says: "Sich nicht zu übereilen und langsam zu spielen, was a discussion of words and their uses; "The Flight Herr Sipp's concert came off first of all, at Knabe's schwerer als man glaubt." (It is much more difficult of Diomed" is a translation from the Eighth Book Rooms. It was, said the programme, “ A Classical and supposed not to hurry and to play slowly.) It is of Homer's Iliad, by William Cullen Bryant- Miscellaneous Concert.We shall await another op- true that the Orchestra played all the fast movements gracefully done with true poetic power and some portunity to speak of Herr Sipp's playing. The night much better than the slow ones. The Pianissimas license. The "Miscellany," which succeeds the

Jon which this concert took place was so inclement quire more study, as the hall is never filled and is

that few could attend, and as it is always painful and sonorous. We must not forget to praise Mr. So regular magazine contributions, is made up of dimcult for an artist to play for a small audience, we for having had the good taste not to over shorter articles, none the worse that they are brief desire only to express to him our regret at the circum.concluding portion of the Overture to William and not pretentious. The other departments are stance.

is too generally done. We hope that the Director of filled with the usual contents, and the Supplement! Prume's concert, on the contrary, drew a very fash-| the Conservatory, in selecting the music to be dem contains the opening chapters of "Susan Field-ionable audience at the Monumental Assembly formed at these concerts, is not influenced by any prejle ing,' a new novel by Mrs. Edwards, author of Rooms. We must add, however, to comfort Herr Sipp. dices against certain composers, and that he does 1138 "Archie Lovell," which will be published serially

woll which will be published corially that the attraction of a German cotillon and of a sup stickle for his own taste and preferences. These colla during the year from the advanced MSS. of the

per, for which invitations had been issued, to follow certs, if we do not mistake Jr. Peabody's views, al immediately after the concert, had inspired a sudden to diffuse a taste for music among alle

to diffuse a taste for music among all classes of peop.e. author.

love for music in many young ladies and gentlemen for that purpose a great variety and diversity of mus

whom we do not often meet in musical circles. must be played, as taste in every department is ouv The Riverside Magazine.-Hurd & Houghton's The first piece was the Overture of William Tell, per- formed by means of comparison. well known monthly for young people commences formed on the violin, piano, violoncello and organ by Hence we hope, in due time, to find in the por the year with renewed enterprise. The opening Messrs. Prume, Courlænder, Green and Sutro.

grammes other names than those of Mozart, Beeld paper, “The Court Cards," is by Hans Christian

As it is unusual for the artist who gives the concert ven, Mendelssohn, Weber and Rossini. We ventas

play the first solo, M. Prume, without breaking Andersen; "The Battle of New Orleans: Our

that rule, nevertheless avoided, by means of this con- mann, Lachner, Rubinstein, Reissiger, among others Uncle's Account of it," is from the pen of Paul H. certed piece, the necessity of asking M. Courlænder. / Wagner, too, must not bo omitted. The fact that Hayne-ever graceful in prose or poetry; "How Miss Hunt, or the other artists to open the concert. It composer has no less enthusiastic friends than ou Statues are Made," and a pleasant sketch of An is a new and very delicate idea, that ought to be imi-nate opponents is a proof of his merit, and his com dersen, the Danish story teller, show the variety tated.

sitions must be played to allow the public, the sun and character of the contents. The other papers

M. Prume divides with Joachim, Ole Bull and premo judge, to decide between them. Wagnes

avid, Onslow, Raff, Brahmme, Schle written by Verdi upon a French libretto, expressly

| Vieuxtemps the reputation of occupying the first music, when first executed in France, proved are all good-and what is better-suitable to the

rank among violinists. He is not superior to Joachim. I greatest failure, but Hairl, the leader of the orca young. The illustrations, it is needless to say, to but we

15 neediess to say, to but we prefer him to Vieuxtemps; not that his me- of the Conservatory in Paris, and Pasdeloup, the those who know the Rirerside, are of a very high chanical skill is superior, but because his bow sings ligent Director of the Sunday Popular Concerts order.

with the greatest expinssion, while Vieuxtemps re- the greatest energy and perseverance, appealed il

mains often cold, and fails to touch the heart. and again to the judgment of the public; and, to-uay Every Month is the title of a new monthly puh. The selections made by M. Prume were far superior (the "Entractes des Maitres Chanteurs' of Waga

encored every time they are executed at the Sunday to those Herr Kopta played at Miss Kellogg's Concert, lished in New York by C. H. Jones & Co. The

since they enabled him to exhibit as well the skill | Popular Concerts, January is the initial number, and the purpose is of his execution as the purity of his school, style and Let us now speak of M. Maretzek's combined announced by the publishers to demonstrate that taste. When he plays, his whole soul seems to trans-land German troupe. The Sicilian Vespera is an o

ned Italian

who had been my comrade in many a merry frolic for the Grand Opera of Paris and for the prima donna

HAMMER AND ANVIL,

by land and water, and was no less fond of the Cruvelli.

A NOVEL, We do not think that a Director who has only at

rosy, soft-voiced Christel Möwe, I felt the liveliest command a stage like that at the Concordia, an or

BY FRIEDRICH SPIELHAGEN.

sympathy with them; and, improbable though it chestra of some twenty-five musicians, and a chorus

[Translated from the German for The Statesman.)

may seem, their love, with its sorrows and its joys, of about the same force, ought to attempt to represent

and the possibility of its happy termination, lay the Sicilian Vespers. But, as it was announced, the

CHAPTER IV.-CONTINUED.

at this moment nearer my heart than the thoughts public who pay, ought to have the Sicilian Vespers and But at the time, the haggard form with the lame of my own fortunes. My mind, however, rcnot a parody of the Opera. M. Maretzek, who pays his foot was still too far behind to cast the shade of curred to my own situation, when, as we reached a artists, ought to require them to sing and to act more

her terrors upon me; two other figures, however, slight elevation in the path, the forge, with the respectfully towards a public that is only too tolerant and kind.

as I hastened with a quickened pace over the heath, light of the kitchen-firo shining through its low If we except Miss States and Antonucci, of whom app

appeared in sight, who had assuredly nothing window, appeared close at hand, and Klaus asked we shall speak later, the performance was a perfect spectral about them, for they were standing in if we should now turn back. He then for the first burlesque. M. Brignoli, who, like M'me Benoiton in a close embrace. They sprang apart, with a time learned that it was no mere evening stroll Sardou's comedy, is always spoken of and never to be cry of alarm from a female voice, as, turning that had brought me so far from the town across seen, made at last a second appearance in Baltimore. sharply around a hillock, I came directly upon the heath, and that my intention was to ask his But why did he come? He is undoubtedly a veryth

them. The maiden caught up a great basket, father for shelter for a day at least, or perhaps for good singer when he sings, but except a few bars in the duet with Guido, and in the duet in the last act with).

which she had set upon the ground, having just several days. At the same time I briefly explained the Duchess Helene, which he rendered in the man-had other employment for her arms, and her com- to him the cause that compelled me to so singular ner of the very best school, he did not take the slight-panion gave an 'Ahem l' which was so loud and so la step est pains. In the finale of the 20 act, he moved his confused that it could only have proceeded from a Klaus seemed greatly affected by wlrat he heard; Tips and did not utter a sound. Besides, and it is some-very innocent breast.

he grasped me by the hand, and taking me a little hing which an actor could not do in Europe without

'Good evening,' I said; 'I trust

aside, asked in an agitated whisper if I had well being hissed off the stage, he omitted the greatest part

1 'Good Lord ! is it really you?' said the man. considered what I was about? My father, he said,

i n of his rôle; for instance, the beginning of scene V, the air at the beginning of the 3d act, and the greatest

Why, Christel, only think, it's him !'---and Klaus could not mean to deal so harshly with me, and part of the duet with Helene in the last act.

caught Christel Möwe, who was about taking to would certainly forgive me if I returned at once. Orlandini did better ; instead of the grand scene and Hight, by her dress, and o flight, by her dress, and detained her.

He himself would go and prepare the way, and let air at the beginning of the 2d act, he sung a short cav- 'Oh! I thought it was him !' stammered Chris- the storm spend its first wrath upon him. atina from Ernani! If we add that all the dances, a tel, whose mind did not seem entirely relieved by 'But, Klaus, old fellow,' I said, 'you are no betpart of the chorus and all the action of the drama was the discovery that if they had been espied, it was ter off than I. We are comrades in misery: your suppressed, we respectfully inquire of Baltimoreans if hy oood friend

| father has forbidden you his house, just as mine they really imagine they have seen the Sicilian V'es

Although the position in which Klaus and Chris- has done with me. What difference is there bepers?

Miss States has a very good voice, that requires a tel evidently stood toward each other did not ex- Itween us? little more cultivation in the manner she takes her actly require an explanation, still I was somewhat "This difference,' Klaus answered, 'that I have high notes. She played and sang her part most con- astonished. As long as Klaus lived with his father, done nothing to give my father the right to be scientiously, and so did Antonucci.

from the commencement of our friendship, I had angry with me, while you tell me yourself that The orchestra was very poor, and the chorus took never detected in the good fellow's heart anything you-don't take it hard of me-have been playing evident pleasure in singing out of tune, especially at more than brotherly affection for his pretty la very ugly trick.' the end of the Ist act.

adopted sister; but then that was four years ago; I answered that, be that as it might, home I But why, after all, should the Directors or the Sing

Klaus was but sixteen when he went to work with could never go. What further I should do, I did ers take any pains, when the day after such performances the leading papers of this city (we except The locksmith Wangerow; and perhaps this tempora- not know: I would come on board the steamcr toAmerican) sing always in the same key the very same ry separation had aroused the love which other-morrow and talk the matter over with him: it was song of praise ; making no distinction whatever wise would have calmly slumbered on, and possi- very likely that I would need his assistance. between artists of merit and mediocrities. We have bly never awakened of itself. This was confirmed Klaus, who saw that my resolution was taken, noticed that these same critics praised much more by what the lovers themselves told me as weland who had always

by what the lovers themselves told me, as we and who had always been accustomed to adapt Miss Hunt and Miss Kellogg. Is that the way to form the public taste, and to encourage deserving artists ?

walked slowly on together toward the forge, often himself to my plans, gave my hand another hearty We put the question to intelligent men.

stopping for a minute at a time, as the recitallgrasp, and said-'Well, then, till to-morrow.' As we do not enjoy the gift of ubiquity, we could not

reached a point of particularly critical interest. His good heart was so full of what he had just be at the same time at Ole Bull's Concert and at the One of these points--and indeed the most serious-heard, that he was going off without bidding Chrię. Opera; we chose to go to the opera, Ole Bull's talent was the strongly and even violently expressed tel good-bye, had I not, laughing, called his attenbeing so well known in Baltimore.

aversion of old Pinnow from the engagement. tion to this highly reprehensible oversight. But What a difference between the execution of the Klaus did not say so, but from all that I gathered he did not get the kiss I had hoped for him : Sicilian Vespers and that of Fidelio! We said above I surmised that it was not altogether impossible Christel said I had been very wicked; and so we what we thought of the Italian Company; we are too that the old man himself had cast an eye upon his separated, Klaus going back toward the town, happy to acknowledge that the German singers, real

| pretty adopted daughter. At least I could see no and soon disappearing in the darkness, and Chrisizing the dignity of their art, and feeling what is due

other reasonable explanation of the fact that year tel and I keeping on to the forge, where through to the public, sung and played that beautitul opera of Beethoven in the most satisfactory manner. Mad. | by year, and day by day, he had grown more the window the fire was now blazing brighter than Rotter and Mad. Cellini are not stars, but they have morose and rancorous toward Klaus, and at last, before. good voices and have done their best. Hermann is after much snarling and storming over his gad. How does the old man come to be working so perfect in his character of Gaoler. He is a conscien-lding about and his shameful waste of time bad late?' I asked the girl. tious artist, who studies his parts and understands them thoroughly. Habelmann sang well his air in

ended by forbidding him the house, without the 'It just happens so,' she answered. the prison; he was also well made up. Mad. Cellini

good fellow-as he solemnly asseverated, and I I put other questions, to all of which I received failed somewhat in the prison scene, but it is just to

believed him-having ever given him the slightest but the briefest possible answers. Christel and I say that she had to struggle against a very loud ac- cause of complaint. Therefore they--the lovers-had always been the best friends in the world, and companiment, and if any criticism can be made on were under the necessity of keeping their meetings I had ever known her as the brightest, merriest that music, it should be for an abuse of brass instru- secret

-I secret, a proceeding not without considerable dif-creature. I could only suppose that she had been

proceedino not without considerable aif. creature. I could on ments. The fine Terzetto, "Gut Sönnchen," in the first

ficulties, as the old man was extraordinarily watch-fseriously offended by my bit of sportiveness. As act, was very well rendered, and the prisoners' chorus is to be praised.

ful and cunning. For instance, he would send the it was never my nature, unless when overcome

deaf and dumb apprentice Jacob to the town to with passion, to wound the feelings of any one, Except a few slight imperfections, the ensemble of the opera was most gratifying to the lovers of mu

I make the necessary purchases, although he was least of all a poor girl of whom I was really fond, sic. How proud will be those deserving artists when certain to make some blunder or other; and to-So I did not for a moment hesitate to frankly ask they see in the morning papers that no distinction day he would not have sent Christel, had he not her pardon if I had offended her, saying that what whatever is drawn between their performance and heard that Klaus had some late work to do on

I had done was with the best intention in the world, that of the Italian Troupe--each buttered with the board the steamer, that would prevent his coming

namely, that her lover should not, through my same praise ! ashore.

fault, leave her without a good-bye kiss. Christel We shall have to speak of the Barbiere and of Martha in our next paper, as The Statesman will this week

As I had a sincere affection for the good Klaus. I made me no answer, and I was about placing my

arm around her trim waist, in order to give more make its appearance two days earlier on account of

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year lemahasis to Christmas day,

1868, in the Clerk's office of the United States District

car emphasis to my petition for forgiveness, when tho NEMO. Court of Maryland.

girl suddenly burst into tears, and in a frightened

tone said that I must not go with her to 'his' of iron at my throat, when suddenly the laughter Where is the girl? You, Pinnow, take off your house; and that it was anyhow of no use, for 'he' ceased. For shame, old manl'cried a sonorous leather apron and come in too.' would certainly give me no lodging there.

voice, 'he has not deserved that of you;'--and & With these words he opened the low door on the This declaration and this warning would have pair of strong arms tore the smith from me. I right of the forge-fire, which led from the forge made most persons hesitate. The forge was in sprang to my feet and confronted my deliverer, into the living-room. I had often enough been in such a lonely place, the reputation of the old for so I must call him, for without his interference the latter, and indeed I krew the whole place smith was very far from being a good one, and II do not know what would have happened to me. well: the living-room was a moderately large was sufficiently versed in robber-stories to recall

apartment, but only half as high from floor to ceil. the various romantic situations where the robber's

|ing as the forge, the sleeping-rooms lying above it,

CHAPTER V. daughter warns the hero, who has lost his way, |

which were reached by a steep stair, or sort of ladagainst the remaining members of her estimable He was, as well as I could distinguish by the der, in a corner of the room, passing through a family, and at the same time reveals her love for faint light of the moon that was now partly ob-hole in the ceiling. There was also a door, reached him in a style equally discreet and intelligent. But scured by clouds, a man of tall stature and slender by two steps, which led into a small side-room, I was never subject to those attacks of timidity to frame; so alert in his movements that I took him where the smith's mother slept. This old woman, which imaginative persons are so liable; and be- to be young, or at least comparatively young, a prodigy of age, was now crouching in her easysides, I thought, if the old man is jealous of his until, at a sudden turn he made, the flickering chair in her usual corner, close to the stove, which son-and this I set down as certain-why may he glare of the fire through the open door fell upon was heated from without. In the middle of the not be so of me?-and in the third place, a little his face, and I saw that his features were deeply room stood a heavy oaken table, and on the table cur at this moment rushed, furiously barking, at furrowed, apparently with age. And as now, hold- the great basket which Christel had brought from my legs, and simultaneously.appeared a stouting my hand, he led me into the forge, which the town. Christel herself was apparently searchfigure at the open door of the forge, and Smith glowed with a strong light, he seemed to me to being for something in a closet at the farther end of Pinnow's familiar voice called out in his deep neither young nor old, or rather both at once. the room. bass- Who is there?'

It is true, the moment was not precisely favora- 'Now, Christel,' said the stranger, taking a light 'A friend-George Hartwig,' I answered, tossing ble to physiognomical investigations. The stranger to look into the basket, 'what have you brought? the little yelping brute with my foot into the surveyed me, with large eyes that flashed uncan- That looks inviting. But bestir yourself, for I am bushes.

nily out of the crumpled folds and wrinkles that hungry as a wolf-and you too,' turning to meChristel must have given the old man an intima- surrounded them, from head to foot, and felt my 'are you not? One is always hungry at your age. tion of what I wanted, as she pushed by him into shoulders and arms, as a jockey might examine a Come this way, to the window. Sit down.' the house, for he said at once, without moving horse that has got over a distance in three minutes He made me sit on one of the two benches that from his post in the doorway, 'I can give you no that it takes other horses five to accomplish. Then stood in the recess of the window, seated himself lodging here: my house is not an inn.'

turning on his heel, he burst into a peal of laugh-l on the other, and continued in a somewhat lower 'I know that very well, Pinnow,' I answered, ter, as the smith turned upon the deaf and dumb tone, with a glance at Christel, who was now, with stepping up and offering my hand; 'but I thought apprentice Jacob, who all this time had been blow-a noiseless despatch, beginning to set the table :you were my friend.'

ling the bellows, quite indifferent to what was going! A pretty girl: rather too much of a blonde, The old man did not take my hand, but muttered forward, and gave him a push which spun him perhaps; she is a Hollander; but that is in keeping something that I did not catch. around like a top.

here: is not the old woman nodding there in her 'I shall not return home, you may be sure of 'Bravo! Bravo!' cried the stranger, 'that was easy chair just like a picture by Terburg? Then that,' I continued. So if you do not mean that I well done! Easier handling him than the other-old Pinnow, with the face of a bull-dog and the shall lie here in the bushes, and join your dog in eh, Pinnow?'

figure of a seal, and Jacob with his carp's eyes!-, howling at the moon, you will let me in, and mix The other may thank his stars that he gets off But I like it; I seldom fail, when I have been in me a glass of grog-half-and-half, you know; and so easily,' growled the smith, as he drew a red-hot the town without my carriage, as happens to-day, take a glass or two yourself: it will do you good, bar from the coals.

to look in here, and let old Pinnow set me over; and put better thoughts in your head.'

'I am ready to try it again, at any time, Pin- especially as with a good wind I can get across in With these words I laid my hand on the shoul- now,' I cried, and was delighted that the stranger, half an hour, while by the town-ferry it takes me der of the inhospitable smith, and gave him a with an amused look, nodded his approbation, a full hour, and then afterwards as much more behearty shake, in token of my friendly feelings. while with affected solemnity he cried :- For fore I reach my estate.'

Would you attack a weak old man in his own shame, young man, for shame! a poor old man!The stranger spoke in a courteous, engaging house?” he exclaimed in an angry tone, and in my That's something to boast of, indeed!'.

manner, which pleased me exceedingly; and while turn I felt on my shoulders two hands whose size The smith had seized his heavy forge-hammer, speaking, repeatedly stroked with his left hand his and stoely hardness were, for 'a weak old man,' and was plying the glowing bar with furious strokes thick beard, which fell half-way down his breast, quite remarkable. My blood, which the cooler until the sparks flew in showers, and the windows and from time to time glanced at a diamond ring night air had by no means yet lowered to the de- rattled in the frames.

on his finger. I began to feel a great respect for sirable temperature, needed but little provocation; The stranger stopped his ears. 'For heaven's the strange gentleman, and was extremely curious and besides, here was too favorable an opportunity sake, man,' he cried, 'stop that infamous noise! to know who he was, but could not venture to ask to put to the proof my much-admired strength; Who in the devil's name can stand it, do you him... so I seized my antagonist, jerked him at a single think? Do you suppose that I have your plebeian

What an abominable atmosphere in this room!' effort from the threshold, and hurled him a couple ears? Stop, I say, or

he suddenly exclaimed; enough to make one of paces to one side. I had not the slightest de- He gave the smith a push, as the latter had just 18

at faint;'—and he was about opening the window at sign of forcing an entrance into his house; but the before done to his apprentice, but the old man

which we were sitting, but checking himself, he smith, who feared that this was my intention, and stood more firmly than the young one. With a

"Iturned and said :-"To be surel the old woman was resolved to prevent it at all hazards, threw furious look, he raised his hammer-it seemed as if

imight take cold. Christel, can't you get the old

lady to bed ? himself upon me with such fury, that I was obliged the next moment he would bring it down on the Yes, sir; directly,' said Christel, who had in self-defence to exert my whole strength. I had stranger's head.

just finished setting the table, and going up to the had many a hard tussle in my time, and had al- 'Have you gone mad?' said the stranger, casting old woman, screamed in her ear, Grandmother, ways come off victorious; but never before had Ila stern look at the enraged smith. Then, as the you must go to bed!' been so equally matched as now. Perhaps it was latter slowly lowered the hammer, he began speak- The old woman received this intimation with from some small remains of regard for the old ing to him in an under-tone, to which the old man evident disfavor, for she shook her head energetiman, who now assaulted me, in sailor fashion, with answered in a muttering voice, in which I thought cally, but at last allowed herself to be raised from heavy blows of his fist, that I refrained from re- I could at intervals distinguish my own name. Ther crouching position, and tottered from the paying him in the same coin, but endeavored to 'It may be,' said the stranger; 'but here he is room, leaning on Christel's arm. When Christel grapple with him. At last I felt that I had him in now, and here he shall stay.'

reached the steps that led to the side room, she my power: seizing a lower hold, I raised him from "Excuse me,' I said, 'I have not the least idea of looked round; I sprang to her assistance, and carthe ground, and the next moment he would have thrusting my company upon you: I would notried the old lady up the steps, while Christel measured his length upon the sand, when a peal of have set my foot in the house, had not

opened the door, through which she then disaplaughter resounded close at hand. Startled, I lost ‘Now he's beginning again,' exclaimed the peared with her charge. my hold, and my antagonist no sooner felt himself stranger, with a laugh of half vexation; 'will you -Well done, young man,' said my new acquaintfree, than he rushed upon me again. Unprepared ever come to your senses, youtwo? What I want anco, as I came back to him; we must always be for this new attack, I lost my balance, stumbled is peace and quiet, and above all, some supper; / polite to ladies. And now we will open the winand fell, my antagonist above me. I felt his hands and you shall keep mo company. Hallo! Christellldow.'

He did so, and the night air rushed in. It had my help at the right moment, and now you have the little shed close to the beach, by which Pingrown darker; the moon was hidden behind a entertained me with food and drink. You are now's boat was usually drawn up on the sand. heavy mass of cloud that was rolling up from the welcome to laugh as much as you please, but I, They disappeared in the shadow of the shed: then west; from the sea, which was but a few paces for my part, will not stay to listen to it. Fare- I heard a chain rattle, and a grating on the sand; distant, came a hollow roaring and plashing of the well!'

they were launching the boat. All was then still: waves breaking on the beach; a few drops of rain I looked round for my cap; then, remembering the only sounds audible were the stronger roaring fell upon my face.

that I had none, strode to the door, when the of the sea, mingled with the rush of the wind in The stranger looked out intently at the weather. stranger, who, in the meantime, had also risen the leaves of the old oak, which threw its half'We must be off presently,' I heard him say to from his seat, hastened after me, caught me by the decayed boughs over the forge. himself. Then turning to me: “But now we will arm, and in the grave but kindly tone that had I heard a rustling in the room, and turned have some supper: I am almost dying of hunger. previously so charmed me, said:

quickly round. It was Christel; she stood behind If Pinnow prefers grumbling to eating, let him “Young man, I entreat your pardon. And now me, looking with an intent gaze, as I had just consult his taste. Come.'

come back and take your seat again: I offer you done, through the window into the darkness. He took his seat at the table, inviting me by a the word of a nobleman that I will respect your "Well, Christel!' I said. gesture to place myself beside him. I had, during | feelings, even if your expression of them takes a She placed her finger on her lips, and whispered, the day, eaten far less than I had drunk, and my somewhat singular form.'

Hush !' then beckoned me from the window. robust frame, which had long since overcome the His dark eyes gleamed, and there were twitch- Surprised rather than alarmed, I followed her. effects of my intoxication, now imperatively de-lings in the maze of wrinkles that surrounded "What is the matter, Christel?' manded sustenance. So I very willingly complied them.

'Don't go with them, whatever you do. And with the invitation of my entertainer, and indeed 'You are jesting with me,' I said.

go away from here at once. You cannot stay the contents of the basket which Christel had now 'I am not,' he replied, 'upon the word of alhere.' unpacked, were of a nature to tempt a far more fas-nobleman. On the contrary, you please me ex- “But, Christel, why not? And who is the gentidious palate than mine. There were caviare, tremely, and I was several times on the point of tleman ?' smoked salmon, ham, fresh sausage, pickles; nor interrupting your story to ask a favor of you. 'I must not tell you; I must not speak his was a supply of wine wanting. Two bottles of Come and stay awhile with me. Whether you are name. If you go with them, you will learn it Bordeaux, with the label of a choice vintage, stood reconciled with your father, as I hope, or if the soon enough; but do not go!' upon the table, and out of the basket peeped the breach be past closing, as you believe, at all events 'Why? What will they do to me, Christel?' silvery neck of a bottle of Champagne.

you must first have a roof over your head; and 'Do? They will do nothing to you. But do not Quite a neat display,' said the stranger, filling you cannot possibly stay here, where you are evi- go with them.' both our glasses, helping himself first from one dently not wanted. As I said, I will feel it a favor A noise was heard outside: Christel turned dish and then from another, and inviting me to if you will accept my invitation. I cannot offer away and began clearing the table, while the follow his example, while chatting at intervals in you much, but-there is my hand! Good! now voices of the two who were returning from the his pleasant fashion. Without his questioning me we will pledge good fellowship in champagne.' beach, came nearer and nearer. directly, we had somehow come to speak of my I had already forgiven my mysterious but amia- I do not know what another would have done in affairs; and, unsuspicious and communicative as I ble acquaintance, and pledged him in the spark- my place; I can only say that the girl's warning was, before the first bottle was emptied I had given ling wine with all my heart. With merriment produced upon me an effect precisely opposite to him a pretty fair account of my neither long nor and laughter we had soon emptied the flask, when that intended. True, I well remember that my eventful life. The occurrences of the past day, so the smith entered. He had thrown off his leather heart beat quicker, and that I cast a hurried momentous for me, occupied rather more time in apron, donned a sailor's jacket, and wrapped a glance at the four double-barrels and the long the recital. In the ardor of my narration, I had, thick muffler round his muscular neck. It struck fowling-piece that hung in the old places on the without observing it, filled and drunk soveral me for the first time that he had not on the great wall; but the desire to go through with the advenglasses of wine; the weight that had lain upon my blue spectacles, which for several years I had ture was now fully awaked in me. I felt equal to spirits had disappeared ; my old cheerful humor never seen him without, and which he wore on any danger that might beset me; and, for the returned, all the more as this meeting with the account of his alleged nearsightedness: and it matter of that, Christel had just said that no mysterious stranger under such singular circum- now occurred to me that he was not wearing them harm was intended to me. stances, gave my imagination room for the wildest at the time of our quarrel. Still, I might be mis- Besides-and this circumstance is, perhaps, tho conjectures. I described our flight from the school, taken on that point; but I had no time to reflect real key to my conduct that evening-the stranger, I mimicked Professor Lederer's voice and man-upon so unimportant a matter, for my attention whoever he might be, with his partly serious and ner, I threw all my powers of satire into my was at once fixed by some words exchanged in a partly jocose, half-sympathetic and half-mocking sketch of the Commerzien rath, and I fear that I low tone between the smith and the stranger. language, had somehow established a mysterious smote the table with my fist when I came to speak 'Is it time?' asked the latter.

influence over me. In later years, when I heard of Arthur's shameful ingratitude, and the outrage- 'It is,' replied the smith.

the legend of the Piper of Hameln, whom the ous partiality of the Steuerrath. But here my talka "The wind is favorable ?'

children were irresistibly compelled to follow, I tive tongue was checked; the melancholy dimness 'Yes.'

at once recalled this night and the stranger. of my father's study spread a gloom over my 'Everything in order?'

He now appeared at the door, dressed in a conrse spirits; I fell into a tragic tone, as I swore that 'Except the anchor, which you would not let me wide sailors' jacket, and wearing a low-crowned though I should have to go on a pilgrimage to finish.'

tarpaulin hat in place of his cloth cap. Pinnow the North Cape, barefoot, as I was already barc- 'We can do without it.'

opened a press in the wall, and produced a similar headed, and beg my bread from door to door-or, 1 'Not well.'

outfit for me, which the stranger made me put on. as begging was not my forte, should I have to take to The stranger stood for a few moments in thought;l 'It is cold outside,' he remarked, 'and your the road-I would nevermore set foot in my father's his handsome face seemed suddenly to have grown present dress will be but little protection to you, house again, after he had once driven me from it. twenty years older; he stroked his beard, and I though I trust our passage will be a short cne. That what I was in duty bound to bear from a noticed that he was observing me from the corner So: now you are equipped capitally: now let us parent had here reached its limits; that nature's of his eye. He then caught the smith by the arm be off.' bond was cancelled, and that my resolution was and led him out of the door, which he closed be- The smith had stepped to Christel and wluisas firmly fixed as the stars in the sky, and if any hind him. Outside the door I heard them talking, pered her a few words, to which she made no reone chose to ridicule it, he did it at his peril. but could make out nothing, for the stranger spoke ply. She had turned her back upon me since the

With these words I sprang from the table, and in a subdued voice, and the smith's grumbling men had entered, and did not once turn her head set down the glass from which I had been drink- speech was at all times difficult to understand; as I bade her good-night. ing, so violently, that it shivered to pieces. For presently, however, the dialogue grew louder, 'Come on,' said the stranger. the stranger, whose evident enjoyment of my and, as it seemed, more and more vehement, espe- We went through the forge, where the fire had story had at times encouraged me, and at others cially on the part of the smith.

now burnt down, and stepped out into the windy embarrassed, when I came to my peroration, 'I will have it so!' cried the stranger.

night. After proceeding a few steps, I turned my which was delivered with extreme pathos, burst “And I say no l' maintained the smith.

head: the light in the living-room was extininto a paroxysm of laughter which seemed as if 'It is my affair.'

guished; the house lay dark in the darkness, and it would never end.

'And my affair as well.'

the wind roared and moaned in the dry branches 'You have been kind to me,' I exclaimed; 'true, The voices sank again, and presently I heard tho of the old oak. I think I could have held my own without your outer door creak. They had left the forge; I The noise of the sea had increased: the wind assistance; but no matter for that-you came to I stepped to the open window and saw them go tol had freshened to a stiff breeze: the moon had set;

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