JVo. a Division I Range I' Shelf I Received UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNI GIFT OF DANIEL C. GI I.MAX. VALUABLE BOOKS, PUBLISHED BY JAMES MILLER, 522 Broadway, New York. A TALK WITH MY PUPILS. By MRS. CHARLES SEDGWICK. . $1 25 THE SEVENTH OHIO REGIMENT. A Eecord. By Major GEORGE L. WOOD. 1 75 AN OFFERING OF SYMPATHY TO THE AFFLICTED, ESPECIALLY TO BEREAVED PARENTS. By FRANCIS PARKMAN, D. D. . 1 25 CLASSIC QUOTATIONS : A Thought-Book of the Wise Spirits of all Nations and all Countries; fit for all men and all hours. Collected, arranged, and revised, by JAMES ELMES. . 1 25 THE ARTIST'S MARRIED LIFE : Being that of ALBERT DURER. Translated from the German of Leopold Schefer, by Mrs. J. R. STODART. . . 1 25 Artist's THE ARTIST'S MARRIED LIFE; BEING THAT OF ALBERT DURER. TRANSLATED FEOM THE GERMAN OF LEOPOLD SCHEFER, h BY MRS. J. R. STODART. EEVISED EDITION, WITH MEMOIR. ''Here, where art was still religion, with a simple reverent heart, Lived and labored Albrecht Dtirer, the Evangelist of Art." FELLOW. NEW YORK: JAMES MILLER, SUCCESSOR TO C. S. FRANCIS & CO., 522 BROADWAY. 1867. oq INTRODUCTION. ILBERT DURER not only left his impress upon his own time, but even now, after a period of nearly four hundred years, the influence of his genius is seen and felt. Having passed a winter in France, and a por- tion of the summer in Belgium and Switzerland, the thought of Albert Diirer kindled within my mind, and I said I must make a pilgrimage to the city of his birth, see the house where he was born, and stand by his last resting-place. The Lake of Constance was crossed, and pausing by the way to admire the grand Cathedral at TJlm, the magnificent works of art at Munich, and to wander through the quiet and quaint streets of Augsburg, (associated with Maximilian and the famous Confession of 1530,) from thence we were A yi INTRODUCTION. soon at Nuremberg, one of the most charming and picturesque cities in the world. As Nuremberg was in the middle ages, even such is Nuremberg to-day. Lifted as if above the sweeping tide of time, while other things have changed, that continues the same. The ancient walls and towers, gable roofs and bay windows, cathedrals, shrines, and fountains, are all now what they were in the centuries which have fled. The first place to be visited was the house of Albert Durer. It stands near the Castle. In ap- proaching it you pass the noble statue in bronze erected to Diirer's memory in the public square bearing his ~name. The curious mansion is sacred- ly preserved, and is under the special care of an association of artists. It is visited by persons from every city and country in the world, and those who are familiar with Diirer's works must be im- pressed by the resemblance between what here presents itself to the eye, and that which he has introduced into his pictures and engravings. The houses around are like those delineated by his pencil ; and customs and costumes, witnessed at this moment in Nuremberg, are similar to those which were depicted by Albert Diirer more than three centuries ago. INTRODUCTION. Vll He indulged, like others of his day, in strange anachronisms. Looking upon his " Adam and Eve," in the garden of Eden we perceive a very comfortable Nuremberg house, just such as Hans Sachs might have occupied ! So, also, the Virgin and Infant Saviour appear surrounded by persons in the German dress, precisely as if they had been Albert Diirer's neighbors. Hence to-day, as you walk through the streets of Nuremberg, you feel as if you were really looking upon a picture by Albert Diirer. Everything reminds you of him. His name is kept in grateful remembrance by the whole people. Whatever works of his they pos- sess are highly honored. Here you see the portrait of an old Burgomaster, (Holzschuher, a rich patri- cian,) who appears as if he would speak, and there you look upon the noble head of Charlemagne. About half a mile from the city gate is the ancient burial-place of St. Johns. It is peculiar in its aspect ; over three thousand gravestones resting flat upon the ground, bearing coats of arms and devices in bronze, presenting a sight not elsewhere to be seen. Here is the grave of Albert Diirer, which after some searching we found, and read, chiselled upon the stone, " EMI- VU1 INTRODUCTION. GRAVIT, Aprilis, MDXXVIII.," proving how true are Longfellow's admirable lines : " EMIGRAVIT is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies ; Dead he is not, but departed, for the Artist never dies." Long did we linger in this deeply interesting place, musing upon the changes which had trans- pired since Albert Diirer was familiar with these scenes. It was in the year that Diirer was twenty- one that Columbus discovered America ; in that day Luther was engaged in his mighty work ; while Michael Angelo and Raphael were astonishing the world by their achievements in art. As you walk quietly through the streets of Nuremberg, it is difficult to realize what vast revolutions have taken place, and what stupendous discoveries have been made since Albert Diirer was there : it startles you to remember that more than a hundred years had transpired, after the close of his career, before the days of Gustavus Adolphus, and the fearful conflict on that very spot between him and Wal- lenstein. There is an indescribable charm in this quaint old city, all interwoven with memories of the past, and indissolubly associated as it is with the genius of Albert Diirer. INTRODUCTION. IX * At Antwerp, where the lofty spire of the Cathe- dral, with its exquisite marble tracery, (as if giants and fairies had worked there in harmony,) attracts and holds the eye at every turn, there we remem- bered it was that the artist of Nuremberg was publicly entertained, and escorted through the city by torchlight; so, also, at Bruges, with its grand Bell-Tower, we there recollected with how joyous a welcome he was here received; and at Venice, floating as in a dream along the grand canal, or standing by the Ducal Palace and the glorious Basilica of St. Marks, we knew that it was in this same piazza that Marc Antonio (the friend of Raphael), first saw, and was captivated by, the works of Durer. At Rome, too, we were brought again face to face with Albert Durer ; in the Palazzo Corsini, one of the most splendid palaces in Rome, is a beautiful painting from his pencil, and in the Palazzo Sciarra may be seen one of his most elaborate and finished masterpieces. There it was in the Eternal City that a dis- tinguished artist voluntarily brought to us the "Life of Albert Durer," (though, as it happened, we were familiar with it before,) saying that he was never weary of reading it, and he never trav- X INTRODUCTION. elled without having with him the book. This unsolicited statement, from an eminent sculptor, was certainly as marked a tribute as could well have been paid. That Book in a new Edition is herewith presented to the reader in the belief that he may find within it somewhat worthy of his perusal. R. C. W. Boston, 2nd Jan. 1861. Memoir of Albert Diirer. (LBERT DURER was born at Nu- f remberg, on the 20th of May, in * the year 1471. His father, a native of Pannonia, was a celebrated goldsmith. In his youth he had studied in the Netherlands, under the famous masters of the school of Bruges, who had imparted to him their style, so full of delicacy and truth. But in the year 1455 he relinquished the fertile meadows of Flanders for the fresh valleys of Germany. At the age of twenty-eight he settled at Nurem- berg, and there married a young girl, named Barbara Hellerin, who became the mother of the famous artist. It is probable that Albert Diirer began to assist his father in his trade at a very early age, but he always manifested a preference for engraving. Unaffected and pious, living without ostentation in the bosom of a quiet family, it was long before he became aware of the extent of his powers. The first Xll MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. plate executed by him bears the date of 1497 ; it represents four naked female figures, and far from having been copied, as is asserted by the historian Baldinucci, from a copperplate of Israel van Meckenen, was an original work, which Israel van Meckenen copied. His first picture, a portrait of himself, was executed in the year 1498 ; it is now to be seen at Flor- ence, in the gallery set apart for the reception of autograph portraits. The artist has drawn himself in half length, seated before a window, his hands resting on a maul-stick ; he is dressed in festive attire, a white tunic striped with black, and a mantle thrown gracefully over one shoulder. His beautiful hair is arranged in long rich curls. Although the lines are very decided, and the drawing hard, there is a bold- ness in the execution, and a softness in the touch, which is not to be met with in his later efforts. The noble expression which the mas- ter has given to his countenance was no flat- tery, but with this air of dignity he has blended an ingenuous satisfaction with his personal ap- pearance. Albert Diirer was not only handsome, he was also very proud of his beauty, as we learn from MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. Xlll his letters to his intimate friend Willibald Pirkheimer. An innocent pride in the painter, which was only one form of his admiration for all the works of God. It seems, indeed, as if nature had been as bounteous with her outward gifts as she had been prodigal of her intellectual endowments. " She had given him," says Camerarius, " a commanding figure, and a body worthy of being the temple of so exquisite a mind." His features were remark- ably regular, his eye bright, his hair abundant and glossy, and his nose aquiline, while the slender elegance of his neck, his expansive chest, sinewy limbs, and hands of exquisite delicacy, completed his personal attractions. Albert Durer was fifteen when he commenced studying under Michael Wohlgemuth, one of the old masters, who, full of modesty and honour, practised his art in an obscure studio, caring little for glory, diligently reading his Bible, studying nature, and labouring as if to fulfil a moral obligation. Having completed the term of his appren- ticeship, the young artist left Wohlgemuth, in order that he might see something of the world. He travelled through Germany, and also visited XIV MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. the Netherlands and Italy ; but we glean little of this first tour, which, made at the early age of nineteen, must have had a decided influence on his character. " I set out," says Diirer, "just after Easter, in the year 1490, and re- turned in 1494, after Whitsuntide, when Hanns Frei negotiated with my father to give me his daughter in marriage, and with her a dowry of two hundred florins. Our nuptials were celebrated on the Monday before St. Margaret's Day, 1494." If we are to judge by the portrait of Agnes, painted by her husband, she must have been possessed of extraordinary beauty ; but with this beauty was mingled an expression of irritability, more especially when anything unusual happened to annoy her. Albert Diirer, warned of this failing by the delicacy of his perception, could not help entertaining gloomy forebodings. He thought of the young girl promised him in marriage, as one of those sin- ister prophecies which the Pythoness of old was wont to clothe in brilliant language. But he submitted to what he considered his des- tiny. The newly-married couple lived happily to- gether for a short period. Soon, however, MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XV clouds began to gather. Durer, whose charac- ter was mild and gentle, had not the determi- nation to commence a strife with the charming, though formidable, Agnes Frei. The discon- solate artist sought comfort and advice from a near friend, in whom he ever found a ready sympathiser in his sorrows. Being married himself, Willibald Pirkheimer was the better fitted to be his counsellor, though his domestic life formed a strange contrast to that of Albert Durer. His partner was a model of grace and gentleness ; no discord had ever disturbed their harmony. But he was destined to have his share of the troubles of this world; his wife died, and her loss was a mutual grief to the two friends. The artist, deeply impressed with the memory of Crescentia, painted her stretched on her death-bed, holding in her failing hand a lighted taper and a crucifix, and receiving ex- treme unction from a priest seated at the bed- side, while a kneeling Augustine friar reads the prayers for the dying. This painting was executed with pious care. At the side of the weeping Willibald are seen the nuns of St. Clair, who are come to soothe the last hours of his wife. At the top of the canvas Durer XVI MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. wrote, in letters of gold, words dictated to him by his friend. In the mean time Agnes Frei, tormented by avarice, restless, haughty, and violent, allowed no repose to the husband she had tamed, to the melancholy painter of " Melancholy." She urged him to work, even threatened him, and at last locked him in his studio. He wrote sorrowfully to his faithful friend, Willibald Pirkheimer : " I hear that you have taken to yourself a wife ; take care that she prove not also a master." Once he managed to get be- yond the reach of this Xanthippe, by making a second visit to the city of lagoons, the home of Italian art, beautiful Venice. He was in- duced to make this journey, by the pleasant reminiscences of his former sojourn there. This was in the year 1506. The wonderful engrav- ings of Albert Diirer were already beginning to astonish the lovers of the fine arts in Italy; his renown had crossed the Alps and reached the ears of Raffaele. These two great masters having discovered that their admiration was reciprocal, exchanged portraits, Diirer sending with his some of his fine engravings. The famous engraver, Marc Antonio, of Bologna, MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XV11 was at that time in Venice. He observed in these engravings what was wanting in his own. He remarked the admirable guidance of the graver, the exactitude and delicacy of the fig- ures, and the great precision with which the copper was cut. Admiring also the free and bold style of Diirer's wood-engravings, he at- tempted to imitate it. By degrees he was led on by his success to counterfeit thirty-seven pieces of " The Passion," and to make them complete, placed upon them, instead of his own mark, the monogram of Albert Diirer. Vasari relates, that Diirer, warned of this fraud by the receipt of some of the proofs, hastened to Ven- ice, brought an action against Marc Antonio, and obtained an order from the magistrates forbidding the Bolognese engraver to use, for the future, the cypher of Albert Diirer. His house was continually besieged by visitors. Nobles, musicians, and learned men sought him, and so disturbed his German tranquillity, that he was sometimes obliged to conceal him- self, in order to gain a few hours' quiet. With the characteristic penetration of a German, Al- bert Diirer made his observations on the good people by whom he was surrounded, among XVlll MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. whom he detected many of those witty ami- able loungers, of whom such numbers still exist in Italy: "One would take them," says he, "for the most charming men. They are well aware that one is not ignorant of their numer- ous follies, but they only laugh at it." With the solitary exception of Giovanni Bellini, with whom he formed a close friendship, and who overwhelmed him with praises, Diirer had ever cause to complain of the painters. Thrice they had him dragged before the magistrate, to com- pel him to pay the dues of their companies. "I have many friends among the Wdlsche^ he writes, "who have warned me neither to eat nor drink with their painters, among whom I have many enemies. They place copies of my works in the churches, and in every building where they can possibly have them ; afterwards they speak disparagingly of them, say that they are not antique, and are worth nothing." Perhaps there never lived a man more hap- pily constituted, and gifted in a higher degree with qualities calculated to gain the affections and dissipate all ill-feeling. Diirer was kind and generous to all, and always mild and gen- tle in his bearing. His conversation, which displayed at once his high appreciation of art, and his profound knowledge of the mathemati- MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XIX cal and positive sciences, particularly geome- try and architecture, was so agreeable and in- teresting, that his hearers dreaded the moment when he should cease to speak. He was never at a loss for words, in which to express him- self, and his manner was so noble and dig- nified, that the highest potentates, Ferdinand, King of Bohemia, and Maximilian, Emperor of Germany, took pleasure in conversing famil- iarly with him. The latter, having formed the highest opinion of his talents, retained him at his court, where he employed his graver and his brush alternately. It is related, that one day, when engaged in painting some large ob- ject, his ladder proving too short, Maximilian requested one of the nobles who surrounded him to hold the ladder, that the artist might mount with safety to the top. But the noble lord considered it beneath his dignity, and re- fused to obey. " You are noble by birth," exclaimed the irritated Emperor, "my painter is ennobled by genius ; " and to show how much easier it was to make a noble than a great painter, Maximilian forthwith commanded that a patent of nobility should be made out for Diirer, giving him for armorial bearings XX MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. three shields on a field of azure, two on the chief, and one on the base. These arms be- came subsequently those of all the societies of painters. At the age of forty-nine, Albert Durer again visited the Netherlands. Unfortunately, Agnes Frei, his terrible spouse, followed him there. Antwerp being at that time the most important town in the Low Countries, and the centre of commerce, was the first place they visited. The evening of their arrival, the agent of a rich banking-house that of the Fuggers gave them a splendid supper. The following days Durer was escorted through the city, and the painters invited him to a dinner which was given at their hall, of which the illustrious guest gives the following account : " No ex- pense was spared ; the banquet was served on silver, and all the painters, with their wives, were present. When I entered with mine, they separated on either side, as if I had been one of the nobles of the land. There were present many persons of high station, who greeted me respectfully, manifesting every de- sire to be agreeable and obliging in all things. When we were seated, Master Rathporth of- MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XXI fered me, in the name of the corporation, four measures of wine, in token of their good will and esteem. I thanked them, expressing my gratitude . . . The entertainment was continued until a late hour of the night, when we were conducted home by torchlight, amid overwhelm- ing protestations of friendship." At Ghent and at Bruges Durer received a similar welcome. Proofs of esteem were lav- ished upon him, in the shape of invitations ; delicacies abounded, the wine flowed plenti- fully, and every evening he was reconducted to his abode by torch-light. Margaret of Aus- tria, regent of the Netherlands for Charles V., hearing that Durer was at Brussels, despatched an officer of the court to assure him of the favor of herself and the emperor. In gratitude for this politeness, the Nuremberg engraver pre- sented to Margaret some of his finest plates, " St. Jerome in the Room," engraved on cop- per with wonderful delicacy, a copy of " The Passion," and afterwards he gave her copies of his entire collection of engravings, with the ad- dition of two subjects drawn on parchment with great labor and care, which he valued at thirty florins. But he soon began to feel the Xxil MEMOIR OP ALBERT DURER. effects of intrigue ; the envious prepared snares for him so artfully, that after the favorable re- ception which Margaret had given him, her manner suddenly changed towards him. Durer showed her a portrait which he had painted of the Emperor Charles V., when she assumed so disdainful an air, that the artist was compelled to remove his canvas in silence. On another occasion, in order to ascertain whether this contempt were felt for his talents or his per- son, he begged for the little book of Master Jacob (Jacob Cornelisz), which was embellished with choice miniatures ; but the lady replied sharply that it was promised to her painter, Bernard Van Orley. Then and there ended their connexion, much to the gratification of the crafty and the envious. This celebrated engraver was not worse treated by the Aus- trian princess than by private individuals, for in Brussels he painted six portraits, for none of which the remuneration was forthcoming. His abode at Antwerp provoked the following remark: "I have made here many drawings and portraits, the majority of which have brought me nothing." In consequence of this, although he worked hard and practised the MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XX111 strictest economy, he became involved in pecun- iary difficulties. Hurt by the contrast which he remarked between his splendid reception and the strange proceedings which followed it, he wrote conspicuously in his memorandum-book these words, " In all my transactions, whether in selling or in buying during my sojourn in the Netherlands, in all my intercourse with the high or low classes, I have been wronged, more particularly by the Lady Margaret (of Aus- tria), who has given me nothing in return for all my presents and labours." Regarding the portrait of the Emperor Charles V., which the regent had appeared to despise, Albert Diirer was obliged to part with it for a pocket-hand- kerchief of English manufacture. Happily a citizen of Antwerp, Alexander Imhoff, accom- modated him with a loan of one hundred golden florins, for which he put his hand to a bill stamped with his seal, and payable at Nu- remberg. Just as he was meditating his de- parture, Christian IL, King of Denmark, made his appearance in the city, and, hearing that Diirer was still there, sent for him, loaded him with favours, and desired to have his portrait taken by so great an artist, for which he paid XXIV MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. him liberally. Gratified by the splendid en- gravings presented to him by Albert Diirer, Christian invited him to a banquet, at which the Emperor, the Princess Margaret, and the Queen of Spain were present; but none of these august personages deigned to address a word to the noble and handsome guest. Soon after this, our artist left Belgium, carrying with him bitter reminiscences, which made his na- tive Germany appear more charming than ever. There, at least, he had only to bear his cus- tomary grief, conjugal strife, a grief which was unvarying and inconsolable, and which was re- vived, from time to time, by the passions of Agnes. The study of the Flemish paintings, and his own acute observation, had by degrees worked a considerable modification in Albert Diirer's view with regard to the nature and aim of art. The correspondence of his friend Melancthon, as well as the later works of the painter, proves to us that, towards the close of his career, his mind underwent a vast change. Instead of the profusion of detail which characterised his more youthful productions, he now sought to throw into his pictures a simplicity and har- MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XXV mony of conception, which he found made a much nearer approach to nature, than the labo- rious variety which he crowded into his former pictures. He regretted that he had not discov- ered this earlier in life, for, at his age, it was difficult to alter his style of painting ; but with these noble regrets was mingled the still more noble desire to improve the style and general character of his works. Then it was that he painted the sublime figures of the Apostles, which are to be seen at Munich. A fatal hour was approaching for Albert Diirer. He was unable to support the double burden of labour and vexation, inasmuch as Ag- nes Frei became every day more peevish and ill-tempered. Tortured by the foolish fear of poverty, she harassed the patient engraver with her lamentations. She watched him with a commanding look, and held his genius captive to her sordid spirit, demanding what was to become of her should she be left a widow. Those friends who would have solaced and en- tertained him were driven away, and the poor old painter, tired of life, and worn out with struggling, lost his energy, and gave himself up to despair. An eye-witness relates, that XXVI MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. his reason sometimes seemed to wander. Al- bert Diirer died on the 6th of April, 1528. At the cemetery of St. John, at Nuremberg, is shown the spot where this great master, after a life full of troubles and anxieties, found a haven of rest. " It is impossible to imagine a more gloomy place," says one of our contem- poraries. Not one of those country graveyards, so full of nature's poetry ; no weeping willows drooping their melancholy branches; no dark towering cypress mounting towards the skies ; no flowers, green turf, or garlands, pious offer- ings from the living to the memory of the dead. The tombs, ranged in long rows, like the beds of the patients in a hospital, are mere- ly flat stones laid over the graves. No railing encloses them, no cross surmounts them; their burying-place might be compared to a camp- bed set up for a night. Meanwhile, the lichen spreads its dusky stains, and the mass of rank verdure announces that oblivion is already be- ginning to swallow up the memory of those beloved beings to whom the epitaph promises eternal tears. On Albert Diirer's tomb-stone is the follow- ing simple inscription : MEMOIR OF ALBERT DURER. XXV11 Me. Al. Du. QUIDQUID ALBERTI DURERI MORTALE FUIT SUB HOC CONDITUR TUMULO EMIGRAVIT vm IDUS APRILIS MDXXVIII. Willibald Pirkheimer, the faithful friend of the great painter, added, after this short epi- taph, a brief catalogue of his virtues, and men- tioned the universal grief which was felt for his loss. It well became him to engrave this last farewell on Albert Diirer's tomb-stone, for he had strengthened and consoled him all his life. Even fate seemed to respect their old at- tachment, for they are laid side by side in the same grave-yard. TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. THE Novels of SCHEFER are not much known; in this country, nor have any of them,, so far as I know, been translated into English. The following, after the manner of Sir Walter Scott's " Tales of my Landlord," purports to be an old manuscript entrusted by Albert Diirer on his deathbed to his friend Pirkheimer, with in- structions that it should be given to the world when all those to whom its contents might cause pain, were no more. The idea may have been suggested to the author by the words of Diirer himself; for he concludes an account of the death of his father by saying " As I have described at length in another book." Of this book, only one torn leaf was found, marked page 19. It is writ- ten in very old German, and contains a short ac- count of the death of his father and mother ; of a 1 2 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. remarkable event which happened in the year 1503, and which he designates as " the greatest miracle I ever saw in all my life," when suddenly the figure of the cross was seen on the persons of many individuals at the same time, especially on children ; that on account of its singularity he had made a drawing of one which appeared on his own maid- servant Susanna, and which so terrified her that she wept and lamented, thinking it would be the cause of her death ; of having seen a comet in the heavens ; and also how he had been enabled to pay all his debts contracted in Venice, besides pur- chasing many articles of furniture, new dresses, and various domestic utensils, with a large sum of money he had received for one of his works ; all quite in accordance with the events narrated in the following pages. This fragment, together with a journal of his travels in the Netherlands with his wife and Su- sanna, letters to Pirkheimer and other friends, and various interesting details, is given in a small vol- ume published in 1828 by Dr. Friedrich Campe, a citizen of Niirnberg, entitled " Relics of Albert Diirer." By it I find that the leading facts in the life of the great painter are closely adhered to by the novelist. The history of the little Agnes, TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 3 however, must be imaginary ; unless indeed Sche- fer is correct in saying, that from her early death, and having been scarcely known among men, the memory of her had passed away. I should also mention that Campe gives some poetic effusions from the pen of Diirer ; but truth obliges me to say, that though a master in the art of paint- ing, he seems to have been but a journeyman in the sister art of poetry. In the journal, he tells of the manner in which he and his wife and Susanna were entertained at Antwerp by the painters and their wives ; of the silver service and the extravagantly fine dinner, and how they were conducted home late at night by all the company carrying torches ; also at Bruges how he was entertained with like magnifi- cence, an account of which he concludes by saying that more than sixty persons accompanied him home with many torches. He mentions having been pres- ent at a banquet given by the Emperor Charles V. to the King of Denmark (his brother-in-law), and also at one given by the King to the Emperor and Margaret (Governess of the Netherlands) in return. In reference to the latter, his words are "He invited me, and I ate with them there." Honours were heaped on him wherever he went, 4 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. also costly presents of wine and other articles of luxury. He tells of the storm he encountered on the coast, after having left his wife at Antwerp, and of the numerous pictures he gave away ; to the Bishop of Bamberg, who invited him to his house and paid for him at the inn ; to the King of Denmark, and many others. It seems, indeed, as the novelist says, to have been his delight to give pleasure to every one. But his journey to the Netherlands was nearly fruitless in all but honours. Margaret, especially, considered him richly rewarded by fair words for many works he had executed for her, and others he had present- ed to her besides. In this little volume Campe publishes a remark- able letter of Pirkheimer, printed from his own handwriting and addressed to Tscherte, the Emper- or's architect at Vienna, in which he very plainly accuses Agnes of having been the cause of her husband's death. He says " She gnawed into his heart ; " that " she gave him no peace night or day ; " and that in consequence " he wasted away to a skeleton ; " that she urged him to work, for no other reason than that he might make money to leave to her ; and adds that he (Pirkheimer) had often reproved her for her conduct, and proph- TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 5 esied what would be the end of it : but these friendly warnings gained him nothing but ill will. All this Diirer seems to have borne with the ut- most meekness, quite in conformity with the char- acter drawn of him by Schefer. He was patient under a hard lot a picture of composure through- out all his domestic trials. In his published writ- ings, as given by Campe, there is not a single word of complaint to be found ; but his letters to Pirkheimer from Venice breathe a spirit of sad- ness, especially in anticipation of his return home. In the account of his mother's death, he says that she had suffered many severe sicknesses, great poverty, mockery, contempt, scornful words, fear, and great reverses ; but he never says from whom she had to endure this mockery and contempt ; only there is no mention of Agnes having assisted in rendering the last duties to her husband's mother ; and Diirer himself, after telling that his father had confided her to his care, says "Two years after my father's death, I took my mother home to my own house, for she had nothing more." Thus Schefer seems to be justified in his conclu- sion that Agnes was the cause of all this. That he did much to please her is evident throughout : among other things, while in the Netherlands he 6 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. notes down in his journal different articles he had bought for her, such as fine ivory combs, a cage for a small green parrot that had been presented to her, and what he calls " a thin Flemish stuff for the head." From Campe's estimate of him as a man and an artist, we find that nature and an inquiring mind were his teachers ; untiring patience and boundless industry the genii that accompanied him through life. He opened up his own path on all sides : we have to thank him for the invention of etching ; he wrote the first work on fortification ; one on the proportions of the human body, one on perspective, and many others besides ; he was the first who made rules for the art of writing, and gave a better form to the letters; he was about to begin a work on landscape painting, when death called him away. He was a designer, painter, ar- chitect, sculptor, and engraver on wood as well as metal. He made woodcuts of the life of Christ in thirty-nine pieces. One of his best specimens, in this style is St. Eustacius kneeling before a stag which has a crucifix between its horns. At Prague, besides his picture of Adam and Eve, there is one of Christ bearing the Cross. His own picture which he sent to Raphael, came into TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 7 possession of Giulio Romano, who placed it among the curiosities in the palace of Mantua. At Ven- ice there is an Ecce Homo ; and in the gallery at Florence, besides his own portrait, are the rep- resentations of St. Philip and St. James, and an Adam and Eve. The people of Niirnberg still carefully preserve in the public hall his portraits of Charlemagne and some of the Emperors of the house of Austria ; also the twelve Apostles, whose drapery is remarkable ; and in the church of St. Sebaldus, in which he was married (a very old building in the pure Gothic style, one part of which, St. Peter's Chapel, situated between the towers, dates as far back as the tenth century), there is a picture by him of the entombment of Christ, said to be excellent. Fuseli says that the colouring of Diirer went beyond his age, and that in easel pictures it as far excelled the oil colour of Raphael in juice and breadth and handling, as Raphael excelled him in every other quality. He knew not what it was to envy other artists ; he rejoiced over everything that was good, and praised whatever there was to praise. If an ill executed work was brought to him, he said good- humouredly " Well, the master has done his best." He was well versed in the Scriptures, 8 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. and they furnished materials for his best repre- sentations. He never lent his talent to indecen- cy ; his art was as pure as his morals. His facility was inconceivable. Bellini wished to have from him the pencil with which he drew hair so minute- ly ; Diirer held out to him a handful of every kind, telling him to take any one he liked, for that he could do it with them all. Once in a party of artists, when every one was giving a proof of his skill, Diirer took a piece of chalk and drew quite off-hand a circle on the table, telling them that they might bring compasses and meas- ure it ; which being done, it was found, to the astonishment of all present, that he had hit it to a hair. Of his outward appearance, Campe says that he was well made, his chest manly and broad, his hands slight, his brow serene, his nose slightly aquiline, his hair dark-brown, falling in natural curls over his shoulders, his expression kindly and open, and that there was something so pleasant in his talk, that he was listened to with attention and delight. He seems to have been warmly attached to the principles of the Reformation. When he was in the Netherlands in 1521, news came that Luther TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 9 had been seized and carried off to the Castle of Wartburg. Thinking that he had fallen into the hands of his enemies, Diirer was overwhelmed with grief, and gave vent to his feelings in a very pathetic lamentation and prayer, which are given in the journal. The house in which Diirer lived and died is of very considerable dimensions, and stands at the corner of the street called at that time Zisselgasse, but now Albrecht Diirer's Strasse, and is nearly opposite to one of the gates leading into the Im- perial Castle. In his day it seems to have stood at the extremity of the city, but is now quite sur- rounded by buildings which have arisen on all sides. Campe says that in 1826 he, as a member of the magistracy, bought for the city from the proprie- tor of the house a balcony where Diirer used to work, for which he paid 1675 florins, and that it is carefully preserved as a relic. He also gives a letter from Louis, the present King of Bavaria, so well known as a liberal encourager of the arts, showing a high appreciation of Diirer as an artist, and proposing that a statue should be erected in honour of him in his native city. To this Campe says that such a letter from such a King is itself the best monument to the memory of the Artist. 10 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. Diirer's ancestors were Hungarians, inhabitants of a small village called Eytas, whence his grand- father Anton Diirer came to Nurnberg, and there learned the trade of a goldsmith, which was held in much higher repute in those days than it is now, and argued a more than ordinary advance- ment in art. His father and himself continued the same trade, which he pursued even after hav- ing become a renowned painter and engraver. His wife, who survived him eleven years, carried on the business after his death ; and when she died, it was taken up by his brother Andreas, the only one of all his numerous family who survived him. His wife's parents died in still greater pov- erty than his own, and also in the midst of severe trials and reverses. Diirer's father, in noting down the births of his children, never mentions the day of the month, but just the year and the Saint's day on which the birth took place, which is indeed a common practice among Catholics. His son Albert was born on the day of St. Pru- dentius, 1471 (the 6th of April), on which Good Friday fell in that year ; and he died also on the 6th of April 1528, and in Passion Week ; accord- ing to Schefer on Maunday Thursday. Diirer TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 11 died of consumption in the 57th year of his age, Campe says weary of life, his body emaciated, and his fine aspect gone. As far back as 1521, he says in his journal " In the third week after Easter I was attacked by a burning fever, together with -great weakness, loathing, and head- ache; and, as formerly when in Zealand, I was again overcome by a strange sickness of which I never heard lefore from any one, and this sick- ness I have yet" He was then in the Nether- lands, and every page in the journal after this date contains entries of money paid for medical advice. This was seven years before his death ; but the strange sickness here mentioned was most probably the beginning of the fatal disease which brought him gradually down to a premature grave. A joint sepulchre was built for his father-in-law and himself in the churchyard of St. John ; and an epitaph, written by his friend and patron Pirk- heimer, was inscribed on his gravestone. But Sandrart, who came to Niirnberg in 1674, and continued there till his death in 1688, the founder of the Academy of Painting, and who may with truth be called the Winkelmann of his age, was not satisfied with this inscription, and added two others, in one of which he calls Diirer " The 12 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. Prince of Artists." He also caused the grave- stone to be renewed, and placed it as it now stands. The Pirkheimers were a family of considerable wealth and importance in Nurnberg, and Durer's friend was in every way the means of his advance- ment in early life. But Diirer himself was for many years in easy circumstances, although he always lived with the utmost frugality. His dis- position was naturally cheerful, and his conversa- tion so agreeable that his society was much sought after, and he was for many years chief magistrate of his native city. Pirkheimer deeply lamented his friend, whom he survived only three years. One word as to the translation. The volume of Schefer's Novels containing the following story, fell into my hands about two years ago, and seemed to me to possess very considerable interest ; but I was long deterred from attempting a translation of it, by the great difficulty of the task. I have not, I do not pretend to have, executed it well : of this at least I am certain, that I have not satisfied myself. I fear I may have erred in be- ing too literal ; but I could not avoid this with- out frittering away what appeared to me to be TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. 18 the charm and peculiarity of the style. Knowing all its defects, I have only to plead in arrest of judgment, that it is my first attempt in the way of translation, that the author's style is extremely elliptical, and his meaning in many parts obscure. But I lost myself in my interest in the subject ; and have only now to hope that my readers will go and do likewise. Edinburgh, Feb. 1848. 2Uilifmltr $frttf)efmer to tfje ^ffneteentf) but she pressed his so suddenly and so vehemently,, that he started, and gazed into the Eyes of the inexplicable Child. She sighed, her youthful Bosom stood upheaved from suppressed breath- ing, Tears streamed from her dark Eyelids ; she disengaged herself and hastened away. It is just the Nature of all such, said Master Frei, comforting him. He pressed him to his Bosom, and gave him now his Blessing alone.. She has had hers already by her Obedience to my Will, said he. Master Wohlgemuth has presented you both with Rings. Therefore be 36 HOW MASTER ALBERT TOOK of good cheer ! * and go into the Garden, and persuade the little Maiden there to take one of them or lay it down beside her. It is not the Nature of such to leave it lying. From you certainly not! Albert did as he was bidden. Agnes was reclining in an Arbour, her Head resting on the Bosom of her Sister, who looked at him, and smiled thoughtfully, but at the same time as one who was much offended. Agnes did not rise, but she raised her Eyes to her Bridegroom, and they rested full on him, and she seemed desirous of keeping his Look firmly fixed on her- self. For beside the Sisters sat another beauti- ful Maiden called Clara, who was the Sister of Wilibald Pirkheimer, as Albert learned forth- with. When, however, Agnes saw how he gazed at the Maiden, and as an Artist dwelt with Delight on her fair Countenance and deli- cate Form, she drew in her Ring- Finger. But when Clara took hold of her little Hand, Agnes seemed to have no longer Power to withhold it, and Clara placed the Ring gravely on her Friend's Hand. Then they all three arose and walked away, Agnes in the middle ; meanwhile * Wohlyemuth means " Be of good cheer." Translator's Note. UNTO HIMSELF A WIFE. 37 Albert looked on the Ground, then glanced after them, then looked down again, and remained so standing with closed Eyes, and full of contend- ing Emotions. His Father was the first to rouse the Dreamer. Well, my Son, have I not chosen well for thee ? asked he with a satisfied air. Well ! beautifully ! and yet not well ! re- plied he. Happy, said his Father, are the Parents who can rely on their Sons and Daughters, and bring them up well, so that a Father's Will should not only be salutary for them, but ap- pear to be so to them. Does not the Father of us all choose Time and Place for us ? Does He not provide all that is to meet our Eye in our own Days ? There is no other Leaf, nor Cloud, nor Wife nor Child, nor Husband, to be seen, than those He has chosen for us. And will He change them forsooth on our account? He creates them according to His own will, and yet He devotes them to our use. What then can have been His Intention ? He has loved us only designs that we should love Him, and that what He has created should be worthy of our Love, just because it is His Gift ! My 38 HOW MASTER ALBERT TOOK Son, be sure to let that be your Thought in Everything : think thus of thy Father ; and also of thy young Wife ; and if it be not so, still it might and should be so. My Father pointed out a Maiden to me ; I reverenced his Will, and she became my Wife. As I became reconciled to her name for she was called Barbara then being reconciled, began to love it, because I loved her, because my Father loved her so wilt thou also love the beautiful, singular, modest, prudish Agnes. She will be faithful to thee, for her Mother is an excellent Woman. He who chose for me, however, was only my Master, Hieronymus Haller, my Father in the Arts : thine is thy own Father ! She is only fifteen years old! said Albert mildly. My Son, said the Father, that is the right Age at which a Man attaches to himself not only the first awakening of the Heart, of the Eyes, and of all the Senses, but even the Dreams of his Wife, and her pure and single Love. And should she afterwards think and feel otherwise behold! she is already bound by rosy Fetters! Little Arms are twined around her Neck, her House demands her Care during the Day, UNTO HIMSELF A WIFE. 89 Night calls for Repose. Thus she grows up with her Children, and when she sees in her Boys and Girls the Love they bear to their Father, she cannot fail to learn it from them ! and when they cling around his Knees, and she twines her Arms around his Neck, and both look down on the beloved little Ones whom the one owes to the other alone what must she feel ? And mark well, nothing is strange to her; no Allurement has Novelty to offer, no Novelty anything better or more blessed than what she may enjoy in Peace and Tranquillity, giving Thanks to God! I am only three and twenty years old, said Albert again. My Son, said he, that is the right age at which a Wife may hope to have her Husband long spared to her. The Husband is a Father ; Years do not fail him in the beginning, as they do alas ! at last ; when such a want leads only to Disappointment and Misery. I married a Wife of fifteen, when I was already older than thou art. Thou knowest I have dedicated eighteen Children to the Lord at the baptismal Font; that is a Harvest for me in Heaven ! I have brought up eighteen human Beings I know not 40 HOW MASTER ALBERT TOOK how ; that is a Harvest for me on Earth ! We were young with the Mother Suffering was light, Happiness was Felicity! The Mother took as much pleasure in decking herself as her Girls ; the Father was brisk and nimble, playing about with his little Boys, willing to cover the Ball with network, or to fly the Kite. We were only like an elder Sister and Brother; that thou thyself knowest. And if thy Love to me was so much greater than that of other Children to their Parents, consider that it arose hence, that when thou wert older, I continued to be thy Friend, yea thy Confident; consider that it arose hence, that thou indeed didst be- come older, but I not old ! so it ought to be then is the married State not a sorrowful State ; * then the Father's Head does not ache from the noise of his Children ; he does not strike them at random and without feeling, nor call desiring them to sit still and be quiet Education, nor Fear Obedience ! then Boys do not weep or sneak around a grey-haired old Man, and wander over the Earth when deprived of him without Counsel or Support. Then he * The Germans have a Proverb: ^Ehestand ist Wehestand: " ''The married state is a sorrowful state." Translator's Note. UNTO HIMSELF A WIFE. 41 rocks the Cradle of his Grandchildren ! Oh the Delight of Man ! and though he should de- part hence, the Trees still bloom around, and blessed is his House ! Therefore Early woo, never rue. These fatherly Words overcame the loving Son ; his Father's Will became his Will, and he hoped that it would also become his Hap- piness. For his Agnes was beautiful only he knew not how he had acquired the Treasure, since Angels are no longer to be seen on Earth. It had come to him so suddenly, but so much the more wished for, and his Heart, softened by the contemplation of Beauty in Italy, wound itself around the divine Form of Agnes, who had been sent to him as it were from Heaven, by the Hand of his Father. But the beautiful Maiden, who appeared to be favourable towards him, yet felt injured in womanly Dignity, hurt in the Purity of her Love, because she had been constrained to yield him her Hand, before hav- ing given him an Answer or a Smile, and was angry with him that he had so received such a Gift; and angry with herself that her Heart nevertheless allured her towards the amiable 42 HOW MASTER ALBERT TOOK A WIFE. Youth. Love desires Freedom, and even the appearance of Constraint causes Unhappiness, debases the nobler the Heart is.* * Here a good Feeling lay as a good Foundation to a tottering Building. - W. P. The Honeymoon. JONES'S Period of Betrothment last- ed only seven "Weeks, till the Day of the Seven Brothers.* The Decision of the Parents that she was to be Alberts, un- settled the whole calm Course of her Life ; and now there could never more be any bright Be- * The 10th of July. These seven brothers and their mother, St. Felicitas, suffered martyrdom in the second century, in the reign of the Emperor Antoninus Pius. She was a noble and pious Christian widow, resident at Rome, and employed herself wholly in prayer, fasting, and works of charity. By her example and that of her whole family, many were induced to renounce the worship of false gods, which so exasperated the heathen priests, that they complained to the Emperor, who being somewhat super- stitious himself, sent an order to Publius the Prefect to take care to satisfy the priests and appease the gods in this matter. The mother and her sons were therefore brought before him, but re- fusing to sacrifice to the gods, the sons were all condemned to different deaths, and their mother was beheaded four months after having witnessed and rejoiced in the martyrdom of her children. St. Felicitas is commemorated in the Roman Martyrology on the 23d of November, and her sons on the 10th of July. See Butler's " Lives of the Saints." Translator. 44 THE HONEYMOON. ginning, Foundation, or Progress in Love. Right is no Law for Love ; it even offends the most delicate Mind. Therefore he never spoke of his relation to her ; and when she, in the Levity of Youth, seemed to have forgotten all, then she opened her whole Soul to him, and he read deeply-concealed Affection, yea even strug- gling Love, in her Eyes, which only the more suddenly and treacherously broke forth, and drew her nearer and nearer to him, even into his Arms, till Lip clung to Lip ; then she tore herself away from him, and was for whole Days only the more grave and silent. On the Wedding-Day he appeared before her, for the first time for many Days, in Bride- groom's Attire, and found her ready dressed in bridal Pomp. Thus everything seemed to be right, now and for ever. From that time all went on in the natural order of things. It rained. Even that did not put her out of humour, for Rain on the bridal Day promises to the young pair Riches. And now the beautiful Agnes stood before the Altar in the Church of St. Sebaldus. One of her Cheeks glowed purple red ; the other, the THE HONEYMOON. 45 right, which was turned towards him, was so much the paler. Thus to the audience she ap- peared as if ashamed and bashful. Albert, how- ever, during the singing of the Hymn, looked at the carved work of the Altar, and the old stained Glass in the Windows, and greeted here and there with a slight nod some old Friend of his youth, who saw him again there that Day for the first time, and joyfully greeted him from among the Crowd. Agnes reproved him for this by a slight touch of the Arm, as showing a want of pious Concentration of Thought on the important Step the Spring's Equinox or the Solstice of our Life. But how remarkable were the Words which the Godly Man chose as a Text for his ceremo- nial Address ! and yet how deep and beautiful, by means of the Expounding and Application of them to us and our small Hopes ! for they were these : " Be not forgetful to entertain Strangers, for thereby some have entertained Angels una- wares." * The Bride gazed at her future Husband, whom she ought to entertain like an Angel ; he * Some! I have done so. W. P. 46 THE HONEYMOON. smiled upon her whom he was to entertain as an Angel; and the looks of both sunk to the ground before each other. They received many and distinguished Guests from the City at the House of the Bride, and both accepted of the Congratulations with visi- ble emotion. The Bride sat at table next to the Bridegroom with a stiff demeanour. She would not allow the Myrtle Wreath to be taken off her little stubborn Head, and an old Lady excused her by saying, Everything has its Time ! Thereupon Agnes tore it herself from among her Locks. God preserve us ! muttered the horrified old Lady. At the end of the last course we heard a Cry, which proceeded from under the table. It turned out that it had been uttered by my best Friend : his Face was bleeding ; he went com- posedly towards the Door. Agnes half laughed, half cried. I arose and followed him. He was sitting on the stone Seat under the Arch of the Door- way. It is an old Custom which I certainly can- not commend that some one should distribute THE HONEYMOON. 47 to every one of the Guests a little bit of the Bride's Garter, said he; but, Albert, you may rely upon this you will suffer much, but you will have a faithful Wife. The Bridegroom excused her, not without smiling. But the other proceeded: For whatever Woman, and more especially a young one, thinks so peculiarly, and thrusts from her so vigorously with her little bold Foot an honest old Custom, thinking nothing of Gibes and Up- roar, she is in my opinion worthy of particular Honour. I am myself amazed, now I think of it. If a Custom prevails around us as clearly and evidently as Sunshine, then it is still a valid and living one. But things are changed now ! The World judges of the propriety of these, and sometimes takes advantage of them perversely and fettered by the restraint of Custom, which no Woman can openly throw off without exciting Laughter, many make grievous Sacrifices thereto ! The bold Bride is in the right I prophesy you Happiness and Unhappiness. Now Good-night ! He then went away, his Face concealed in his Handkerchief, and muttering through his 48 THE HONEYMOON. teeth. The Servant hastily seized the unlight- ed Lantern, and carried it before him in a very odd manner.* Albert went in perplexed ; some of the Guests crowded past him ; the Company had all broken up, and departed with brief and quiet Greet- ings, or with no Greeting at all. Thus the spacious decked-out apartment was now empty. The Bride still sat in her place, and nibbled crumbs of pastry. The Bridegroom placed himself beside her. She was silent, and he spoke not. I am heartily sorry ! exclaimed Hanns Frex, the Father-in-law, who was standing by himself in the apartment. I am sure I cannot drink all that ! That delightful Meat and Pastry look at me in vain, and cannot gain over my Heart to any feeling of compassion. But I will not be deprived of the Grandfather's Dance ! Halloo ! strike up, Pipers ! strike up, Fiddlers ! One Man is still a Man. When I am tired, then you shall have your Holiday. The Music resounded. The Crowd looked in at the lighted Windows. Father Frei grave- * The Servant was mine! and now I must freely confess, it was my Nose which bled! W. P. THE HONEYMOON. 49 ly led up his Wife to the Dance ; she obeyed with difficulty, and the somewhat aged Pair danced to the old Rhyme and the old Tune : When the Grandfather the Grandmother led up with glee, Then the Grandfather once more a Bridegroom was he! A Bridegroom ! a Bridegroom ! repeated the Crowd at the outside of the Windows, at the same time clapping their Hands. The Grand- father in spe laughed and wept; the Mother be- came giddy, sat down and the Marriage was over. Father Albert visited his Son for the first time on the sixth Sunday after the Marriage. He found him alone, sat down, looked at him smilingly, and said : Now, my dear Son, how goes it? Well? Thou hast now become quite another Man ; thou art now a Husband. Oh the Honeymoon ! the Honeymoon ! on it depends for ever the Happiness of Wedlock. If a Jacob serve seven Years for a Rachel, and again seven Years, still he only serves, still he only comes to know the Bride, but not the Wife. The Bride shows her- self only as she would like to be seen, and so does the Bridegroom : there is nothing then but 4 50 THE HONEYMOON. soft talking, smiling, complaisance, feeling and giving Delight a dreamlike condition. Happy are they who thus die! yet it shall not so be, for they must live. But the Husband and Wife have dwelt and been educated in different Houses ; they have acquired different habits and even many peculiarities, which have taken such deep root within them that they cannot be eradicated, and which they will carry about with them through Life. And now the Wife must learn the peculiarities of her Husband, and bear with him ; and he in like manner with those of his Wife. And how is this effected? Nature places them in the School of Love, and in the midst of glowing Feelings and blissful Fascination she gently displays to each the Habits and Merits and Manner of Existence of the other, accustoms him smilingly and imper- ceptibly to the Occupations, and even to taste and praise the favourite Dishes of the other, and to consider that which is foreign to his habits, and even repulsive to him, not only endurable but pleasant, for the sake of the Beloved. Each comes to the knowledge of all this during the blissful Dream of Love, takes it kindly, and blends himself therewith in that rosy time when THE HONEYMOON. 51 all is forgiven all, even if he were the Child of a Murderer. And this happy Fascination, this bewitching Captivity, lasts long enough to stamp the Nature of the one upon the other, half unconsciously, but to entire Satisfaction. Thus then they live placidly together and with a perfect Understanding, and love each other for their Faults as well as for their Virtues. Is it not so, my son ? for Marriage is a beautiful Union, in which the Husband and Wife, hav- ing been joined for ever by Heaven, turn to the noblest Ends of Humanity whatever there may be that is peculiar in the Heartland Mind of each, all finely blended together by Love. He then looked around him in the House, and went into the different Apartments, found and greeted his Daughter-in-law, and with these fair and wise Words he had, according to his own opinion, defined and settled the whole condition of the young Pair. But it was not so ! Now was the Artisfs Married Life begun ; and the question arises, whether even the most loving Maiden can thoroughly understand him. She has a Life- time in which to study him, as he has also to study himself and Life. All other Men are 52 THE HONEYMOON. conceivable and penetrable in their Bearing and in their Mind ; the Artist is a Flower which blooms from one Development into an- other as long as he lives. And if he shut up his blooming Heart, then he is dead. And his Works are the Stamina of the Flower evolved into Seed, which the Wind sows over the Earth, and bloweth where it listeth. There- fore to be the Wife of such an one, Patience is needed, and nothing can nurse the Plant but the heavenly Patience of a faithful foster- ing Hand. The beautiful Agnes had entered as it were into a new Sphere a magic Sphere for her. There was scarcely anything she understood, or as to which she could take an interest in her Husband, otherwise than as a gentle, care- ful Wife. And yet she wished to do so ; for in her concealed Love for her Husband, noth- ing was indifferent to her which moved his Soul or filled his Heart. And many things, so much that was enigmatical to her, appeared to move his Soul and to fill his Heart ! And she alone thought to fill that Heart ! while he ap- peared to know and silently to worship a still deeper and more holy Power than her and her THE HONEYMOON. 53 Love, yea the Godly, the Immortal, the Mys- terious. Then again everything peculiar in his inward bent and manner of thinking appeared so clearly, and yet also so doubtfully and im- penetrably to her Mind, to have its Founda- tion in the World around, and to be closely connected therewith, that it was often well with her and often seething hot. But as a Wife, all she cared about was his Love of that alone she wished to be certain. She concluded, therefore, the Honeymoon in this wise, that one Night she fell sick. The Mas- ter was greatly alarmed. She longed for some Groundsel Tea. But nothing was to be found no Frying-pan, no Chips, no Coals; every- thing seemed to have vanished. Susanna ap- peared. And now sat the good Master, and held the little Pot with Water over the flame of the Lamp to boil, till it became too hot for his Fingers, and then Susanna held it by the Handle till it was too hot for her again, and willingly the Master took it in his turn. Thus they both sat, talking in an undertone, and looking at each other with anxious counte- nances, till it boiled. When, however, Su- sanna was gone, and he carried the bitter 54 THE HONEYMOON. Beverage to his dear beautiful Agnes, there she lay laughing under the Coverlet. She flung her Arms round his Neck, and said, I only wished to see whether thou really carest for me! Now drink thine own Groundsel, to cure thy Fright! And he drank, whilst she blew upon his smarting Fingers, kissing meanwhile the Points of them. Ah ! the Sceptic ! that was certainly a very mischievous Deed ! unimportant, it is true yea lovely to behold, like a glittering Ring around a young Bough in early Spring. But it will become a Nest full of Caterpillars, and deprive the Tree of its Adornment just at the time when it should bloom most luxuriantly. The Year of Strife. |LL good men have known the blessing of profound Sleep. To that silent holy Kingdom, full of Thoughts and Images, from which they at the first as Children wonderfully endowed entered into Life, they return every Night to refresh themselves : their Consciousness, circumscribed by Day, and which without Sleep would at length become small, narrow and pitiful, sets therein like the Sun, and their Mind returns every Morning renovated, strengthened, and en- larged, coming forth joyfully like a Bridegroom out of his Chamber. Even the Flowers close in the Evening ; they sleep in the Moonlight, midst the Brilliancy of the Stars and the Songs of the Nightingales, as if these sweet Song- stresses were their Nurses, and in the Morning their Heart is more Open, fuller, more fragrant. If an Artist, therefore, be deprived of Sleep, if he must break off his Morning Dreams, 56 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. during which he brings to the light of day and transfers to his waking hours what he has beheld in the World of Spirits, as if it were contraband within Earth's limits, then good- night to Fancy ! farewell to her Works, sprung from the Mind, deeply felt in the Heart, and nourished with the innermost Marrow of Life ! For then are they only Handicraftswork con- ceived in the Day, in the Day executed, and in the Evening forgotten Piecework, like to Nurnberg Gingerbread. And to make even that, the Dough must ferment and ripen for three Years. The Master was now for the first time de- prived of this Morning Sleep. Now Agnes did not well know of what value it was to him ; but she could not have grudged him this en- joyment, if she had thought it was as sweet to him as it was to her. She considered it only Laziness in him, but not in herself; for her it was Ease. However, young Wives like to sleep long and Albert might think : Per- haps there ripens another Godly Work of our Heavenly Father in the sweet Slumberer midst her blissful Morning Dreams ! So then he arose early, and thus was his first Blessing THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 57 gone ! were it not that he acquired another in its stead, in thus gazing on his beautiful be- loved Wife in the innocent arms of Sleep, the rosy Glow of a holy World on her Cheek, as a visible reflection of the same in the earthly Sphere like a new Morning Dawn on an ancient Godlike Statue. At this early period, the young Master was called to the house of Wilibald Pirkheimer. Agnes knew what was to be the object of his Visit, so his Lace Collar was not washed, nor yet plaited, or in putting it on Agnes spoilt it again herself. Susanna dared not venture to trim his black Velvet Cloak, or his Shoes with their Roses. The Master was obliged to do it in secret for himself. For Wilibald had kindly threatened to come for him himself. He came and carried him off, to draw a Pic- ture of his Sister Clara. This was what he had to do. He found the beautiful Maiden surrounded by lovely little Children paler than at the time when she had placed the Bridal Ring on the Finger of his Agnes in the Garden, her Eye more veiled, her Demeanour still softer and more modest, so that he felt quite strange 58 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. in the flower-adorned, sunny apartment, quite peculiarly embarrassed to find himself alone with her. She sat down ; he drew the out- line of her lovely Countenance ; she did not raise her Eyes he was obliged to ask her to do so. She then looked at him, her whole Soul in the Glance ; then her Lips quivered, she became still paler than before, she breathed softly, her Head sunk involuntarily, till her Chin rested on her Bosom and formed a del- icate double Chin. Albert scarcely ventured to look at her; he could not help sighing. The Children had clung around her, and stood in like manner embarrassed ; they remained motionless, and also gently sighed, one after the other, as if they had therewith secretly infected each other. There is a Drop on thine Arm, said the little Girl ; pray look, Clara, how comes that to be there ? Clara arose. Do not disturb the current of the Master's Thoughts, said she softly, smiling, nor mine either, dear Children ! The Drop fell from thine Eyelids ; thou hast certainly been weeping just now. I? asked the Girl. THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 59 No, thou! said she to the Boy. I? asked the Boy. Well then, she said, it must have fallen from my own Eyes ; I have been embroider- ing so busily at my Veil for some days. Clara now showed him the Veil, at the same time holding in her breath. I am going to put it on thus early, and yet for all that too late ! said she, in a scarcely audible tone of voice, and from a Soul which seemed to have lost itself, or to be dwelling in Thought in far distant Regions and in twice-blessed Times. Ah ! thou art going to be a Nun, sighed the Boy. No, she is going to be an Angel, said the Girl, correcting him. Oh dear Clara, I will be an Angel too. Then I will be a Monk, concluded the lov- ing Boy. Clara's glance scarcely wandered so far as to meet my Eyes ; and when Albert understood aright her Words, her Looks, her hasty under- taking, there lay in this fleeting Moment the Satisfaction and the Consolation of her whole self-sacrificing Life. 60 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. On a plate of Chinese Porcelain was some Gingerbread; I know not whether she had heard from her Brother that Albert had been fond of it from his childhood ; Clara offered some to the Children and, as if in jest, she held out the Plate to him, looking meanwhile on the Ground, and whispered only: Perhaps you would like also to taste some of it ? an Artist, you know, continues willingly to be a Child, even though he were She paused. At the same moment his Wife sent for him in haste ; Albert must of necessity return Home the matter could suffer no de- lay. Clara smiled, thinking Agnes might have a Presentiment that she might feel the gentle Echo of the Words in her own Bosom. Go to her, then, Master Albert, said she, tak- ing leave of him ; and if you will not think amiss of me for it, take the Drawing also with you ! My Picture was meant for my Brother Wilibald ; but if he wishes to keep me in re- membrance, he has no need of my Shadow. And if he misses me, he will see myself stand- ing before his Eyes, wherever I may be. And besides, why should I be hung up in this room, THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 61 and deceive Strangers who never knew me ? I must say Farewell to you also ! farewell ! Now make haste, else a second Messenger will come then she will come herself. Ah ! She!* Albert went away from her like one in a Dream ; but his pure Heart did not even listen to her guileless heart-rending Words. At Home, however, there was no one who wanted him. Agnes raised her Head from her work, and smiled, looked at him with confused glances, and only said in her own excuse, I was so anxious ! now there is a Stone taken from my Heart. When Pirkheimer's Sister went to the Con- vent of Santa Clara, she left behind her Pres- ents to all the Friends of her Youth, and to Alberts Agnes a valuable Lace Collar of her own Handiwork. Agnes locked it up, without even trying it on. Perhaps she did so secretly. The importance of the Honeymoon, which had been so much vaunted to him by his Fa- * My poor, poor Sister! this alone then was the cause of thy retirement from Life. Indeed I guessed as much. Why did Hanns Frei bargain so hastily with old Albert! W. P* 62 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. ther, had not held good; because he felt that he himself in this Fascination had scarcely seen his Wife as she actually was ; in like manner, she also had not seen him as he was, much less had she understood him; but least of all would she be able soon to get accus- tomed to the peculiarities which he, as every Man does, brought with him into the married State : of that he was sensible. Everything must therefore once more be contemplated af- ter the ordinary manner of the World, once more with subdued Feelings spoken of, con- sidered, and settled, as the opportunity might offer. It was best, however, that everything should come right of itself, and as it might chance; in all things indifferent the Husband must be willing to yield, however new it might be to him, however different from what he him- self thought ; he had also to learn that he must sacrifice the Half of his Existence, must give it up to the Wife, in order thereby to gain the Half of another beloved Existence, and must scarce- ly venture to warn, must only tell, even when anything Evil was to be shunned, or anything Good to be done. A Husband must not be a Teacher or a domestic Chaplain. One word THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 63 may be sufficiently intelligible, and when there is good intention on the Wife's part, she has long years in which to discipline herself in si- lence thereon often also to suffer. Albert was therefore meekly silent, and studied the holy condition of Marriage with a devout mind, be- cause the Lord had placed him in Paradise. Under favour of his Silence, everything in the House was soon directed and regulated ac- cording to Agnes' s will ; and what in itself ap- peared indifferent, through the number and the association of things, was soon no longer so. Yet he let everything alone which was not really bad. For he knew well that he exer- cised a mental Ascendancy which constrained his Wife in her Will, and against which she thought she could maintain an artificial Equi- librium by Opposition alone. She knew not the power of Submission, not even that of Sub- mission to the best of Husbands. And when she saw daily the two-headed Eagle over the park-gate, on the Arms of the Imperial City, then she thought that ip Marriage there should also be two Heads, without considering that no living creature can so exist, and that even when painted or hewn in stone it is a Monster, 64 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. or represents one. It should be said, however, in excuse for her, that she was the Child of an old Father, and had not learned Obedience, even when he asked her to be happy, not to mention anything else. She had only laughed when her Father once asked her quite gravely to laugh, so that he might see his Daughter lively for once were it only in appearance. Thus demure was her Mind, and only direct- ed towards a few objects in Life, but to them so much the more firmly and constantly. And these things were not censurable, but, on the contrary, desirable and necessary for every one. Her sense of Honour was great, strong, and pure ; but she wished to carry it about with her through Life, not only firmly maintained but undisputed. But Alberts Father had, it is true, bought him a House, but he had not paid for it. And therefore the Walls oppressed and confined poor Agnes, so that it was impossible to move her to look out at the Window with him out of a borrowed House. As often also as she went to Church like a good Catholic, she avoided the Streets in THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 65 which any one dwelt who was in Alberts Debt, that she might not appear needy or dunning. Albert^ with his usual candour, had also im- parted to her Letters he had received from Venice dunning him. They were for Debts contracted in Travelling, and for Instruction ; and he who would allow his Neighbour, with whose circumstances he is intimately acquaint- ed, to starve, will lend to the Stranger ; for when any one travels into far Countries, he provides beforehand the means thereto, and is thought to be only in momentary embarrass- ment, which may befal even the richest. Al- bert, however, endured much Distress in For- eign Lands, and willingly suffered Want from his unconquerable Love for the Arts, which carried him cheerfully through a condition that might perhaps have killed another, without such an opposing power. When such a Let- ter came, Agnes was silent for Days. He, however, had the fruits of his Journey in his Heart and in his Mind no one could rob him of these; and that he was in Debt for them, and yet possessed them, appeared to him quite wonderful; arid he was satisfied when he felt his Power, and saw the means how, and how 5 63 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. soon, and with what thanks, he would be able to pay! But if he reckoned up all his pros- pects to Agnes, she only cast down her Eyes, or looked at him with doubting Looks, which made his whole Heart tumultuous within him. He was as certain of the thing as he was of his Life, and yet his own Wife discouraged him by her Doubts ! His Mind revolted ; all his future Works rose up within his Bosom like fiery Spirits ; he felt himself raised by them above the Evils of this Life ; he glowed, his Lips quivered, Tears flowed down his Cheeks and Agnes stole away from him speechless but not convinced and, as he also plainly saw, not to be convinced ; she was quite horror-struck, for she had never before so seen her gentle Husband, so fuh 1 of noble Power ! so full of inward holy Wrath ! * And yet he was soon again pacified, softened, yea, dejected ; for he was not always well able at that time to procure for his Agnes the im- mediate Necessaries of Life, in the manner she, as Mistress of a House, wished ! As for her, she saw the fulfilment of her mostreasonableHopes only so much the longer delayed and he, by the same means, her Satisfaction with herself THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 67 and with him ; and thus his own Peace hov- ered over him like a scared-away Lark, no longer visible among the Clouds till single Notes of her Song again penetrated down to him, as if the Sun were singing and speaking to him. Labour was Life and Delight to the Master ; for any one can make mention of his own In- dustry as he would of a Duty, and of the want of it as a Sin of Omission. But the Artist is no Machine, no Millwheel that turns round and round Day and Night ; his Work is Men- tal, and his Works are Mind, produced by Mind. Thoughts and Images slumber within him like Bees in a Hive ; they fly out and feed and grow upon the Sweets of the eternal Spring with- out : themselves satisfied and strengthened, they bring home Nourishment with them, and feed the young Bees who as yet only flap their Wings, and buzz around ; they cover the Brood, till they impregnate their Queen Fancy; and every new Work is a Swarm, which joy- fully separating from the Mother-stock, departs to the place it has traced out for a Settlement. The Swarm changes its Voice by that of the Queen who keeps them together ; and when 68 THE YEAR OF STRIFE its Bees and the Bees of the Mother-stock meet on the Flowers, they no longer recognise each other. Or as in Spring, when it becomes hot, and the Heavens are inflamed, and the Thun- der Storm in the Spring Night, with its red Flashes and great Rain-drops, causes a thou- sand Buds to spring, brings forth Blossoms, opens up Crocuses, Violets, and Hyacinths and they, when the Heavenly Blessings hang over them, stand there in the Morning, as if by their own power they had grown out of the Earth, because they are so beautiful, and every one gives them credit for possessing the wonderful Power of Self-production in like manner, an inward mental Sun opens up as suddenly the Flowers in the Head of the Ar- ist! But they must all wait patiently till their time comes, and he must wait patient- ly and wear them for a long time as Gerrn and Bud : and the Restlessness, the laying on of the Hand, the rubbing of the Brow, and the painful Self-torture, are of no avail! all in vain ! If he tries this, nevertheless, then he is only a Child who tears up a still-closed Snowdrop along with its Stalk, and forces it open with his Mouth ; or peels a Butterfly out THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 69 of the Chrysalis, and only beholds the Wonder of incipient Life and then destroys! Master Albert now often dreamed and de- layed whole Days ; sat down, rose up, spoke to himself, drew with his Stick on the Sand, or began to make an Eye or a Nose with black Chalk; and then Agnes called him a Child, or thought that, dissatisfied with her, he held Converse with his own Soul. Or he walked up and down in the Garden, stood for a quarter of an hour at a time before the trunk of a Tree, and studied its wonderfully-bursting Bark ; looked up to the Heavens, and imprint- ed on his memory the forms of the Clouds ; or he sat before the door, and called thither handsome Children, placed one quite in the Shade of the Roof, another only half, and made a third stand in the full Sunshine, that he might adjust for himself the colours of the dresses in Light and Shade ; or he accosted old Men and Women, who came to him just as if they had been sent by God. Then Ag- nes called to him, and said peevishly : My God ! Why not rather work ! thou knowest well, we need it. I do work, said Albert. My Picture is ready. 70 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. God grant it ! sighed she ; as if he were lazy, or incapable. Just consider, my Agnes, said he then, smil- ing : does the Carver carve the Forms ; does the Pencil paint ? these are my Spirits and Slaves, who do my Will when I call them. But still thou canst sit down. I certainly can do so. If thy Pencil would only move of itself ! were there such a Pencil then we should have our wants supplied. I would burn, I would banish such a Pencil, as if it were an Evil Spirit! I I must do all myself, otherwise I should no longer be myself. That were just the same as if a strange Woman were to love and foster me instead of thee. Internal images now appeared to his Mind, as if induced by constant Devotion, and dis- closed to his sight how the Crocus appearing out of the Earth, tears its little delicate white Child's Shirt ; and then the Master glowed like a vessel full of molten Gold, liquified and pure for the casting ; so that he trembled, knew nothing more of the World, and what was revealed to him lie transferred to the Tablet THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 71 with inspired haste: then came Agnes and called to him two or three times, always louder and louder, about some Trifle. He then sprang up, neither knowing where he had been nor where he now was ; the portals of the Spirit- ual Kingdom closed suddenly, and the only half conjured-up Images sank back into Night, and into Spiritual Death, and perhaps never returned to him ah! never thus again. Then he recognised Agnes , who, angry at his de- meanour, stood before him and scolded him deaf and blind. Then his Blood was like to a Spring Flood ; he seized the Charm-dispelling Disturber violently by the arm and held her thus till he awoke. Then he said, ashamed, Is it thou, my Wife ? I was not here just now not with thee ! Forgive me! To vex even a Child is more inhuman than to see and paint all the Angels, and to hear them and one's self praised, is desirable. Thou also liv- est in a beautiful World and that the Sun and Moon shine upon it, that makes it none the worse ! Where thou art, where I am, with Soul and Feeling, yea with Fancy and her Works, that is to me the true, the holy World ! And now he smiled and asked her mildly : 72 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. What dost thou want with me then, my Child ? But his Eyes flashed. She, however, believed that she had looked upon a Demon ! a Conjuror of Spirits ! She examined the red mark on her arm, where he had seized her ; Tears gushed from her Eyes ; she bowed down and lamented : Ah ! I know it, I have it always in my mind thou wilt certainly one day murder me ! Every time I go to bed, I pray that I may not perish in my Sins, when thou again art as thou art now! when I am nothing to thee ! She spoke in so soft, so desponding a tone, and yet so resigned to her Fate with him, that he was moved to Tears by her confused words and frightened looks. Oh thou, my Heavenly Father ! sighed he then, and stood with clasped hands ; till at length he clasped his terrified Wife, who could not comprehend him, who felt so patient and so completely in his power, that she would not even scream or call for help, if he should Oh! thou heavenly Father! till at length he clasped her in his arms, and felt her glow- ing on his Cheek. Then he secretly determined with himself to THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 73 yield to her willingly in everything; to allow her to rule according to the best of her Knowl- edge and Understanding, and lovingly to en- dure all from her, and to do everything to please her, till at length, instead of him, a very different, a cruel Man should appear, to exe- cute that which she from him Oh ! thou Heavenly Father ! As soon as he had spoken, Fear was at an end ; for what is said, no longer disquiets a Woman, nor does it even a Poet. Agnes now thought that the exhausting ef- forts of the Mind would confuse his Senses that she would have her Suffering with him and must starve in old age perhaps in youth ! or his abstracted manner of Life might draw him away, as it had done from Men, so also from her, from his Wife ! and thought how little she was to him, and of how small value. Nunnenbeck the Minstrel and Celtes came to visit Albert. Agnes had certainly imparted her fears to them. There was also a Scholar of Alberts, a relative of Nunnenbeck, who was a loose fellow. Therefore Celtes said, in pres- ence of them all : To discriminate Ideas is to discriminate Life. I grant that he who is born 74 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. an Artist must be a different, more peculiar, more richly endowed person than others. He is the Organ, the Medium through which the creative Mind of Nature is still glowing, who is destined to continue the work she has only just begun, by Images drawn from her secret movements, and who moulds the outward uni- versal Creation into a Human Form. There- fore, his Bosom is a moving Depth, full of Germs and Images, the materials for a more beautiful mental Spring. Himself the Spirit of Nature, he takes a thoughtful interest in all her so beautifully -formed Works : the Death of the Worm moves him as deeply as the Death of the greatest Man ; for it is Death that moves him. All Nature's Manifestations are reflect- ed in the warm and clear Mirror of his Soul. Love, also, which enraptures every creature, breathes and glows on him sacredly ; and un- der the influence of this glowing Fulness, yea in the midst of it, he can scarcely contain his Felicity in thoughts which stream over all things. Ah ! and he struggles to tell of the Godly, and to lament the Sorrowful to pen- etrate all which has been from Eternity, which near and around him rules, and over his Grave THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 75 will still eternally rule. And this Power of Contemplation, this Impulse proceeding from the Power, makes him an Artist. But, interrupted Nunnenbeck, does he then tear himself loose from his Mother Nature when he enters on the career of an Artist ? can he no longer make use of her Laws? Is he no longer moved by the Actual around him ? has he no Joy, no Sorrow, no more any indi- vidual Life in Nature? does he cease to be a Man, if he would become one of the most glorious of his Generation ? Does nothing liv- ing any more allure, disappoint, excite and en- rapture him ? and is his Life only the Dream of his Soul, and its Capacities what he must dream of? Alas for him ! said Celtes^ if he could and must do this ! then were he more miserable than one of the most neglected Creatures of his loving Mother ! But he has also Fancy in which to live! He dwells in no remote, subterranean, or celestial .kingdom, proceeded Nunnenbeck ; he dwells in the Kernel of Nature. He is not solitary, but like an Enchanter alone, awfully alone with the conjured-up Spirits, and thus in 76 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. the most dignified and fullest Society of all the Living and the Dead. He continues to be a Man, subject to all the laws of waking and sleeping, of hunger and thirst, and to all the conditions of Existence, as strictly as a Day-labourer. He has not nor can he subject himself to these Spirits, for his own Spirit is greater than all. He does not build his mar- vellous Palace on the Wrecks of this spell-like Nature, but he adopts all her Laws, even the smallest and most delicate, in his Ideas and Images ; if he would make himself intelligi- ble and valuable to Men, then he must invent and create according to the most universal Laws, which the smallest may understand and recognise and his Power is not derived from Nature, to be used against Nature, but with her ; and it is his Life and his Glory to follow her as far and as faithfully as it is possible for him to follow her. For the Human Race must not receive through his means a contorted, false, illusive Nature ; but every one if possible must see his own Heart's Kernel, that he may un- derstand the Miracles which were not so clear to his own contemplation. In this way alone, he raises also to the all-powerful Mother, the THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 77 insipid, unthinking, and passive, whose Senses are all bound down by the Exigencies of Life. Through him they see that Nature is not so common as they are common : through him, in fine, they behold the whole Beauty of the World, the whole Depth which is in the Mind of Man, and which the Initiated bring to light. But when the Artist descends to search out the Treasures of the Deep, still he is like the Miner, who has his House and his Wife above in the Sunshine ! Agnes looked at the excellent old Man, and blushed. Therefore he was silent, and Celtes, the subtle Judge of Mankind, turned the con- versation still farther to Alberts advantage. Yes, as he loves the World, said he, so the World loves him in return; they cannot do without each other. And even the severest Capuchin is in the right, when he censures the Artist who does not in the strictest manner fulfil the Moral Laws of Nature ; for that was what I meant by my first words. The gift of Fancy, and the gift of Reverence for the Godlike, are two very different qualities in Man ; and it is only by their union that a truly perfect Man is known. What makes him an Artist is, that, 78 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. to outward appearance quite a simple Man, he yet can mount into the region of Fancy as often as he will. But it is only as a pure Being, as an Angel, that he can enter therein. Those who are but seldom inspired the tumultuous, only once or twice excited are un genuine Spirits : they sink as deep as they soared high. Nature gives to the genuine Artist, with his Birth, the true Elevation, the Greatness of Mind necessary for lifelong unvarying Endur- ance day and night; and from her comes every daily breath, every word so that he feels, suf- fers, and rejoices in everything, under every Lot, and in all Circumstances. And thus he sits, apparently like one mute or blind, yea as a Child among Children, and dwells meanwhile although with them, yet wherever he will, in Heaven or in Hell. It is only the constant, unremitting Power which gives the stamp to the genuine Calling; and from that Power he has Occupation, Name, Work, and Happiness. And if he wilfully close the Realm of Fancy, then he becomes subject to the smallest Law of the exterior World, and more so indeed of his Love and of his Conscience, which are the tenderest and purest Laws in the World. THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 79 Dost thou hear? said Nunneribeck to his young relative, and seized him by the hand. Wherever thou beholdest a dissolute Artist, my Son, even if it were only his Shadow, then think: he is no Artist, has never been one fun- damentally, or will soon be one no longer ; for the Conflict between two Passions drags even the strongest person to Death. Human Nature can endure a Fault, and more so if it contains an elevating ever-vivifying Power. No one dies by the effusions of such a Power: it is the reno- vating Joy of his Life. But he who is a Giant in Fancy, may be a Negro Child in Morals; and the Child drags the Giant into the abyss. For these are certainly opposite but may be found united in the same person. And every one, be he who he may, is and must remain a Man, a Moral Being, and may least of all give himself up to the Devil, that he may reveal God by his Art. In addition to all th'ese doubts, Agnes had also others which were tender and womanly. Albert was willing to give her every proof of his Love, till she was convinced. But he did not succeed, owing to a hundred new occur- rences. 80 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. The faithful, modest Susanna ate with them at Table. First of all, that was an Offence. But Albert also spoke with her when he was alone. There was nothing more painful to him, than, in a House where only two or three live- together, to force one's self to be silent out of mere Haughtiness, and to treat the Servants, whether male or female, as Mutes, who are yet Human Beings like ourselves; for nothing makes us more contemptible in the eyes of others, than when they dare not talk to us be- cause we seem to despise them, and do really despise them. Now Agnes suspected, when he broke off a Conversation with Susanna when- ever she entered, that it had been about her: therefore she must be dismissed from the House. He would not agree to it. Then came still more evil times; and at last he was obliged to let her go, because a Wretch seduced the poor young Creature. And secretly to pro- tect her from Want - that was dangerous : therefore he must see the poor Girl with her Child go about begging and he actually saw it but with secret Tears and Sighs. At another time there came a Worker in Tapestry from Arras and dwelt with him THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 81 and also ate and drank. To be sure, that cost Money it cannot be denied. But the Man, who was going to Rome, to collect large sums of Money, and to take new orders, had also a Son with him, a Painter, whom Albert had known before in the Netherlands. This young Man was not likely to awaken confidence in the Minds of upright Women, for he was very flighty and loose in his conduct. Now Agnes judged of all her Husband's foreign acquaint- ances from this man. Albert had had no other intercourse with him but concerning his Art: as a Man, he had allowed him to go his own way. And a Man can only pass through the world pure, when he sucks in nourishment for his own life, like the Flowers from the univer- sal Ether. Thus he may occupy himself with Plants and Animals in as far as they are bene- ficial to him, without becoming a Rose-bush or a Bear. The young Man's Sister was also with them, a blooming young creature, to whom Albert had been kind in her girlish years, and who now, when grown, hung on him the more confidingly. To dispel the doubts of Ag- nes in this matter also, he asked the Maiden 6 82 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. one day at table, whether she recollected in what year he had visited her Father. And the mention of the year drew forth from her so much about the happy days of her youth, which a Child alone could remember, that Agnes was convinced in her own mind. But she was angry at her experiment in Arithmetic, and at his Smile. In consequence of this Conversation, Agnes now asked Albert to tell her all about his Travels. He dared not hesitate. And so he was obliged to conceal many things from her, and also where he had received much Love and Kindness, which made his grateful Heart very sorrowful. He also felt his Deficiencies in many things, and saw now, for the first time, as he believed, what a much wiser and more profitable Use he might have made of his Travels, of the advantages of the Places, and of the dexterity of the Masters! But it appeared so to him, only because he was now wiser and further advanced in his Art. For Man sees and understands only according to the measure of his own Power and Art. Of this, however, he was certain, that he was now THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 83 capable of observing and learning more than formerly ; and he oftentimes expressed the wish once again to behold these glorious Lands ; and the longing thereafter, proceeding from the Depths of his Soul, was almost painfully re- flected on his countenance. Agnes fancied that he might possess or miss some God, which he had left or lost there. She had everything in Him, and he had Her. At another time, he advised a young uncul- tivated Artist against taking a Wife, because he did not think him sufficiently strengthened and confirmed in his Vocation ; and he was driven about by a Disquietude, which had not yet allowed him steadily to seek the golden Portals to the Treasures of the Soul of Life, and of his Art; and he still looked abroad for what lay in himself alone, but undiscovered and unsatisfied. From this warning Agnes concluded that Albert was dissatisfied with his own Marriage, and she remained whole days in the house of her Parents. He went for her in the evenings to avoid the risk of her not returning at all ! When Husband and Wife weigh every word before it is uttered, then there is scarcely any 84 THE TEAR OF STRIFE. more free Intercourse, and the Restraint must be doubled. The Usages of Society are certainly conven- ient; they even give Unity, Simplicity, and a certain steady bearing, to a multifariously- assailed Life, and also a seeming Greatness to the Mind. Yet, under certain circumstances, they are also constraining and unwelcome. A proof of this may here be adduced. Agnes would not rise from table, nor allow herself to be disturbed in eating. " When any one, more especially the Mistress, has not Rest at such times, then is her whole Life nothing but vain Toil, and without proper Refreshment. It is then one comes at least once a-day to recol- lection, and every thing at table appears to us pleasant and agreeable to the Eye, as the Food or the Wine to the Palate." Not untrue, and well argued. When she was in a good humour, when the Roast was at the Fire, and the Table was ready covered with nice Linen, then she was so pleased with everything in the House that she was off like meadow water, and stood gos- siping with some female neighbour. These were her favourite moments. The Master, know- THE YEAR OF STRIFE. 85 ing this, waited patiently for her, and lived meanwhile in Flemish Kitchen Scenes. On the contrary, if he remained out a quarter of an hour beyond Dinner-time, she had dined quickly; the table was cleared, and he might look to it, and take what he could get. He considered such a day as a voluntary Fast- day, and was satiated with Contentment. But if he reminded her of the words from the Cere*- monial Address, " Be ye Hospitable," then she said jeeringi y, So ! thou art an Angel ! Where are then thy Wings? and what is thy Heav- enly Name? And he answered, whilst she felt his Shoul- ders, I am only called Albert, and am thy dear Husband! My dear? how dost thou know that, then, my Angel! said she. Then he went mildly away from her but she sprang hastily after him, and he remained mute in her mute em- brace. All these things put together were powerful from their union, and, like a Bundle of Reeds, could scarcely be bent, far less broken. And thus ended the Year of Strife, without any real Treaty of Peace, which in general is never 86 THE YEAR OF STRIFE. solemnly concluded nor formally celebrated. So it was to be throughout all the succeeding Years! As old secret Reservations are the cause of new Declarations of War so is it between two Monarchs in Marriage. A Little Agnes. JEAUTY does not supersede all other claims on a Woman ; on the con- trary, it should draw them forth, as the Sun does the Flowers, in order that they may be all so much the more sweetly and charmingly fulfilled. For it is wonderful how much Beauty excites the Imagination; how much it covers, and outshines, and consecrates, so that a beautiful Countenance alone makes a mortal Woman already an Angel, and even a Hair from her Eyelid appears and is no long- er a Hair it is a Miracle, like the beautiful Woman herself. And Agnes was beautiful so beautiful! But Albert looked upon her almost with sadness, almost with pity, because she ah! because she was so beautiful. Beauty is only one gift of Nature ! only a gift to Woman! The Woman herself is the Being who receives it. But as is the Woman, so does she receive, and so does she use the Godly Gift. Yea as 88 A LITTLE AGNES. \ she is, so becomes, and so appears also at last, her Beauty. Yet A little Agnes, who now appeared, gave to Alberts Wife the Radiance, yea the Glory of the Mother. Thus the Deity continued to bless her! Agnes was the sacred Instrument in His Hands, and the most mysterious, the most di- vine Powers of old Nature were thus granted to her as it were in Fief. Albert being now filled with Reverence, Rapture, Satisfaction and Thankfulness, all was well, better than ever, and his Love was now nobly founded, and hers justified, if not more. For Agnes also felt in her Heart as if newly born, and secretly bound by her Husband's un- wearied care. He watched over Mother and Child. No breath of air should blow upon them ; and when both the dear Ones slumbered, then he hastened away to draw and to paint ; and, to his own amazement, he quickly and beautifully completed a Picture of the Nativity, and one of the Adoration, with the three Holy Kings.* The Picture seemed as if speaking. * The wise men of the East who came to Bethlehem were vul- garly called Kinys, but were very probably of a subordinate rank. A LITTLE AGNES. 89 And then he blessed the Path he had chosen ! His own Life opened up to him an unknown portion both of the World, and of his Art, and he felt that he was now the Man to produce quite different and truer Works. Nature in her Divinity had never yet presented herself before him so closely and so sacredly! And he felt fresher than in the blooming Month of May after a mild fertilizing Tempest. The Ideas which have once been cleared up to the Artist remain eternally clear in his Mind. He directs himself to these bright points of his inner Life when he wishes to model then he can dream and create ! From this source all is Real ! He has felt what he wishes to represent ; he may change and transpose ; then unfold, and convey his Ideas to other Men ; and his Work will al- ways spring from the Heart and go to the Heart again. Therefore he must have experienced the Tertullian calls them Princes, and others concur in supposing them to have been Governors or petty Princes, such having been anciently denominated Kings. Bede, Benedict XIV., and others, declared their number to have been three. An ancient Commen- tary on St. Matthew, preserved among the writings of St. Chrysos- tom, says that they were baptized in Persia by the Apostle St. Thomas, and thereafter became preachers of the Gospel. Trans- lator. 90 A LITTLE AGNES. greatest, the simplest, the most beautiful, and the saddest events of Nature and of human Life in general, he must have felt the high- est Joy and the deepest Sorrow and whoever has trod the noble path of Human Life with an observing mind and that is peculiar to the Artist to him are none of these awanting. But it is enough for him, that his Fancy em- braces Nature in its Simplicity ! He need not have been the Murderer of innumerable Chil- dren, in order to represent the Massacre of the Innocents if he only has and loves one living Child, and thinks it may die ! He need not have drained the Cup of Vice to the dregs, that he may paint Lucretia if he only has a Wife, or has ever possessed one, whom he loves, and thinks the proud King's Son may appear be- fore her with the Poniard or with Dishonour. He need not have gone to beg his Bread that he may draw the Prodigal if he has only been a good Son, who loves his Father; the Tat- ters are found then. Thus the Artist hits every- thing, whatever it may be, faithfully and truly, if he has always been a genuine Man, attentive to the plainest, simplest conditions of Nature. Only in this sense, then, these words are no A LITTLE AGNES. 91 Blasphemy : The Artist must have experienced what he wishes to create. Thus indeed he has experienced everything; and though simple and natural himself, he can yet easily represent the Unnatural. The Artist's first Power, then, is his own pure Heart ; the second, his Fancy ; the third, the faculty of conceiving everything that comes from his Heart, as from a true inexhaus- tible Source, to be afterwards woven by Fancy. Albert brought the Pictures to Agnes. The sight of them rejoiced her; but she looked at the Child and said : These are still nothing but Pictures after all! Who has bespoken them? and what wilt thou receive for them? They are already paid through you and my own joy! said he, somewhat mortified. It is true, they were only Pictures and because he himself now possessed more than Pictures, he saw also, that the Mother possessed more, and that she had spoken quite naturally and jtfstly. So he willingly learned this also, that a living Work of God is of more value than all the Works of Men, and that these only exist and can exist because those are. For it is folly to think that Man has produced anything of himself! The Great Master in Heaven gives 92 A LITTLE AGNES. the Conception for the fair work, the Power of accomplishing it, Joy to Men in beholding it, as well as the living work from his own Hand the highest and godliest of all. Therefore Albert prized the little creature as a rich Blessing from his Heavenly Father. Be ye hospitable, said he to himself, for thereby some have entertained Angels. And by these words he was transported back in thought to the day when he stood in the Church, and the Maiden Agnes stood beside him, and now in fancy he put the little Agnes into her arms, and the Bride stood as a Mother! All that had afterwards taken place seemed to him then as a thing of the Past; and the Softness with which his heart overflowed was reflected backwards, and warmed the long days, in which in strange lands he had languished in vain for such Happiness also those in which he had been so cool to the Mother of his little Daughter. From this time forth he determined always to look upon her as the Mother, even if the Child He did not finish the Thought, but silently supplicated Heaven to spare its Life. The Mother, however, was dissatisfied with what she called his excessive Solicitude, and A LITTLE AGNES. 93 repulsed him. And thus there remained to him only the choice, either of offending her, or of bringing perhaps Distress upon himself by her want of Consideration and youthful Rashness. And he chose the perhaps ! and prayed that it might not, nay, that it might surely not come to pass. For he could not and did not wish to think of any one of the three without the others. A Nurse was needed, and the faithful ser- vices of the poor Susanna were remembered, who, in Spite of her Expulsion, yet carried no Tales out of the House, and she was accord- ingly brought back again. Susanna, however, had a Mark upon her arm, a little Blood-red Cross, which some time before had fallen as if from Heaven all of a sudden on many people, and which Albert, on account of its singularity, had even copied. Susanna had formerly often stretched out her bare arm at table after dinner, and Agnes had seen, admired, and touched the Mark, and traced it on her Cheek with her finger; and now it turned out that the little Agnes had a small Purple Cross on her right Cheek. On this account Agnes did not care so much 94 A LITTLE AGNES. for her Daughter, and would willingly have sent back the dear Child to its Heavenly Father and begged Him for another, but if possible to select one for herself out of the innumerable Host in the Storehouse of Mortals. The Child was as like her Father as if he had become little again, and a Girl; and he re- marked to Agnes in thoughtless sport, how much trouble she had with him, how much she loved and kissed and caressed him, and took pleasure in toying with him. Therefore the Child got no more Kisses from her in his presence, and at last Susanna had it always in her lap. The little Girl however was sickly, and gave small promise of Life or of being reared, and therefore the Love of the Mother shrunk back, perhaps from insupportable Sadness ; for she had once with difficulty suppressed her Tears, when she looked at her pale little One ; and as if she were already lost, she tried to compose and comfort herself that she might first appear indifferent, and then in the end become really so. And the ever sickly, ever sad-tempered Child, who was but seldom satisfied with any- thing, deserved in this way the dissatisfaction A LITTLE AGNES. 95 of the Mother. Albert thus accounted for the change in her Feelings. The Child was two years old. She was to have had a little golden Hood and a pretty white Frock for her Birth-day but the day came, and Agnes had not got them finished. He took her, unadorned as she was, to his Bosom. Thus the little Girl went quite over to the Father. She stood near him when he painted or carved ; he played with her, and neglected Art as often as willingly, that he might learn something from Life instead. She held him fast in her little arms till she fell asleep ; and even then he remained yet a while by her, that he might enjoy the few, the blessed hours, in which the Father still possessed a Child ! How thoughtful, and yet how thought- less, he looked on, when she washed out his pencil in pure water, or brought colours to him ! How tenderly he listened, and yet liked not to listen, when the Child said for her Evening Prayer the little Verse : Ah! dear God, I pray thee, A pious Child make me! Bather than I should stray, Take me from Earth away; 96 A LITTLE AGNES. Take me to Thy Heaven of Light, Make me like the Angels bright! Or when she began the Lord's Prayer: Our Father which art in Heaven ! The Child now attached herself to him alone. And whom has a Child but Father and Mother? They are all to it; they can destroy or preserve it. Without them it is deprived of Counsel, helpless ; and even the morsel of Bread or the Apple, which God has given to the Parents, it receives from their hands. How high and powerful does a Father appear to a Child ! Only because it knows and loves him, it learns to love and know the Heavenly Father. The Child becomes all that he wishes and what must he be, whom that does not move ? who would not bend, even to the Lips of the little sighing Image ? Under the influence of such feelings, Albert certainly spoiled the little Agnes, who stood so much in need of his care. But he had the Heart, and the confiding tender Nature of an Artist ; and he resolved that these should overflow towards his little Daughter, for the short time she had to live. As he highly re- spected every Human Being, and from true A LITTLE AGNES. 97 Reverence took off his Bonnet to all, and held it in his hand, so was a Child also to him an Angel, and his Child his good Angel, whom he had to entertain, and felt so blessed to be permitted to do so. And so he must paint for her God the Father, the Angels, and the beautiful meek Apostle John. He gave her Milk, or Honey, to nourish the Flowers, or a drop of Wine to prolong the Lives of those that were fading away ; or he gave her the finest Flowers even, that she might press them into the hand of the Infant Christ and when they fell, she wept that it would not take them. Her Mother called all that Folly, or a wasting of the gifts of God. Then when Winter had arrived, and the Birds came thronging to the windows, hungry and covered with Snow, he persuaded the Child, who was now nearly three years old, that they came to greet her from old Father Winter with an Icicle instead of a Beard, and remained now to see her; and that they were glad when she was neat and prettily dressed. Then the Father could work! for she sat at the window for hours, nicely dressed in her Mother's golden Hood, in order that the Sparrows might rejoice over 7 98 A LITTLE AGNES. her. Or when he described to her the distress of the poor Birds, and how cold they were, then she sewed a little warm Coat for the Snow-king [the Wren], which indeed was nev- er finished, for the silk thread had no knot, and always came through. When she found in the street one day a frozen Yellowhammer with a bright golden crest, she wept, thinking that the Snow-king had been frozen and that she was the cause of his Death, because she had not made his Winter Clothing. But her father showed her another that was flying joyfully and then she laughed loud with de- light, and was not angry that he had so ter- rified her ! Whatever he gave, he said of it : God sent it to her ; God blows away the Clouds ; God paints early in the morning the Flowers on the panes of glass. And do we grown Children understand better or more de- voutly ? In short, an Artist, who does not marry, and has not Children, or has not had thtem, has never been in the World, never yet in the beauteous tender World which he must experience even if it should cost him Thousands of Tears. For all that and it was when compared A LITTLE AGNES. 99 with such infinite Happiness only a sweet Punishment the Mother always called the little girl to him Thy Child! When in his absence she had wished to help him on with his Paintings, and spoiled here and there a drapery in the Picture by an ill-conducted pen- cil, the Mother said when he came back : Thy Child did it; if Drawings were quite disfig- ured with black chalk, so that they could not be recognised, or Papers cut to pieces, which the Mother herself considered to be only Pa- per, then it was : Thy Child did it ! For her Mother never restrained her, and the Father could do nothing else than mildly reprove what the Daughter had meant so well. Then Agnes smiled and left them. But the Feelings of Children are inconceiv- ably delicate and just. Little Agnes soon saw how unhappy her Father was in his Home, how little he was valued. Albert had per- ceived and learnt, first of all, from her own Mouth, how much it grieved the loving little One to see him so ill-used. He saw it also in her soft blue Eyes. But he saw it meekly and silently. When Albert visited a Friend one day, 100 A LITTLE AGNES. against the inclinations of Agnes, who feared that he might perhaps complain of her, and thereby make public what appeared to her quite allowable in private and came home late, that she might not be awake, and yet found her keeping watch with the Child, who had waited for her Father that she might go to bed with him then the Mother scolded him and called him a Waster of Time and Money a Man addicted to worldly Pleasures, while she toiled away for ever in secret at Home, and had never had a single happy Hour with him. Thereupon he sat down, and closed his Eyes; but Tears may have secretly gushed forth from under his Eyelids. Then the Child sighed, pressed him, and kissed but said at the same time to her Mother in childish Anger : Thou wilt one day bring down my Father to the Grave ! then thou wilt repent it. Every- body says so. The Mother wished to tear her from his arms. But he hindered her, wishing to punish his Child himself. These were the first blows he had ever given her. The Child stood trem- bling and motionless. Do not beat her on my account ! certainly not on my account ! ex- A LITTLE AGNES. 101 claimed Agnes, thus indirectly irritating him still more. The Father, however, struck. But in the midst of the Sadness and at the same time of the Anger which his Sufferings caused him, he observed at length for the first time that his little Daughter had turned round between his knees, and that he had struck her with a rough hand on the stomach ! He was horror- struck ; he staggered away, threw himself upon his .Bed and wept wept quite inconsolably. But the Child came after him, stood for a long time in silence, then seized his hand, and be- sought him thus : My Father, do not be angry ! I shall so soon be well again. My Mother says thou hast done right. Come, let me pray and go to bed. I have only waited for thee. Now the little Sand-man comes to close my Eyes. Come, take me to thee; I will cer- tainly for the future remain silent, as thou dost! Hearest thou? art thou asleep? dear Father! This danger then appeared to be overpast. Almost luckily, might the guilty Father's Heart say, the little Agnes had some time afterwards a dangerous Fall ; luckily ! in order that he might not further imagine that 102 A LITTLE AGNES. he was the cause of the Child's Death. She continued sick from that day, became worse, and no Physician could devise aught ; even Wilibald, who had studied seven years at Pa- dua and Bologna, only pressed the hand of the Father. That was intelligible enough. All the feelings of the Mother were again roused. The little Agnes's Birthday happened on the Holy Christmas Eve. Firmly resolved to have the little golden Hood and the white Frock, Albert, unknown to the Mother, had got them made in the City, and paid for. The Birthday Present shone in the twilight in the midst of the Christmas-tree, which had not yet been lighted up. The Mother saw it. She stood confounded as well as deeply mortified; and a Remorse seized her, which broke out almost into a rage against Albert. He wished to leave the room ; but at the door his Knees failed him. Agnes hastened after him, seized him, supported him in her arms, scolded him and wept with him, while he sobbed and struggled in vain for composure. She made him lie down. Then she lighted up the Christ- mas-tree, and the Father saw, but only as in a Dream, everything prepared. When all was A LITTLE AGNES. 103 ready she said to him : Bring thy Child, and he did so. But the joy of the Child was ex- tinguished; she lifted up the little golden Hood and the white Frock but scarcely smiled, and hid herself on her Father. The Angel at the top of the Christmas-tree took fire ; it blazed up. And the Child admired in her little hand the Ashes of the Angel and the remnant of Tinsel from the wings. During the Night the Child suddenly sat up- right. Her Father talked with her for a long time. Then she appeared to fall into a slum- ber, but called again to him and said in a low voice : Dear Father ! Father, do not be angry ! Wherefore should I be angry, my Child ? Ah ! thou wilt certainly be very angry ? Tell me, I pray thee, what it is! But promise me first! Here, thou hast my Hand. Why, then, am I not to be angry ? Ah ! Father, because I am dying ! But weep not! weep not too much! My Mother says thou needest thine Eyes. I would willingly ah ! how willingly remain with thee, but I am dying! 104 A LITTLE AGNES. Dear Child, thou must not die ! The Suf- fering would be mine alone ! Then weep not thus ! Thou hast already made me so sorry ! ah ! so sorry ! Now I can no longer bear it. Therefore weep not ! Knowest thou that when thou used to sit and paint and look so devout, then the beau- tiful Disciple whom thou didst paint for me, stood always at thy side ; I saw him plainly ! Now I promise thee, I will not weep ! said Albert, thou good little soul ! Go hence and bespeak a Habitation for me in our Father's House ; for thee and for me ! Albert now tried to smile, and to appear composed again. Then Agnes exclaimed : Be- hold ! there stands the Apostle again ! He beckons me ! shall I go away from thee ? Oh Father ! With strange curiosity Albert looked shud- dering around. Of course there was nothing to be seen. But whilst he looked with tear- ful Eyes into the dusky room, only for the purpose of averting his looks the lovely Child had slumbered away. The Father laid aU the Child's little Play- things into the Coffin with her that he A LITTLE AGNES. 105 and her Mother might never more be reminded of her by them the little Gods, the Angels, the little Lamb, the little Coat for the Snow- king, and the little golden Pots and Plates. Over the whole, Moss and Rose-leaves. There- on was she now bedded. Thus she lay, her Countenance white and pure, for the mark, the purple Cross, had disappeared with the Blood from her Cheeks. And now for the first time she had on the white Frock, and- the golden Hood encircled her little Head, but not so close as to prevent a Lock of her Hair escaping from beneath. Her Father then sat down in front of her, and painted his Child in her Coffin. But the sight overpowered him ; he could not bear it for wretchedness. The Evening Twilight was come ; he laid himself on his Couch, and felt the Pangs and dreamed the Thoughts expressed in the Distich which Wilibald sent to him : Harsh Death ! why hast thou from me ta'en the lovely Child ? I had In it an Angel thou a little Coffin with its Dust ! # * # # See there the Playthings idle stand; on them alluringly The early Sun shines down, and I as one transfixed stand by. 106 A LITTLE AGNES. Whether it lived? or whether died? the Child now knows it not! I know it well, and with the Child into the Grave am sinking. * * # # Weep and lament! and yet into the Earth they bear thy Child; Weep and lament! and yet to thee it ne'er returns again. * * # # A thousand Mother's have been thus bereft! shall that me com- fort? Ah! now I only mourn the more! I also mourn for them. * * * * A Father's Heart is broken. Death! thou hast had thy Tri- umph. Henceforth in Heaven I put my trust; but in the Earth no more. * * * * If Sorrow to the Child thou thoughtst to bring, oh Death ! thou art deceived; For Yesterday it living laughed; To-day, tho' dead, it smiles. * # * # This is Consolation! and for the Child thy bitt'rest Pain Is at an end. Thine own is Love! so bear it now, as once It did enrapture thee ! and if thou know'st the Life of Love, Then wilt thou henceforth love the Dead, and live for her that sleeps. * # # * Agnes now entered timidly, with a light in her hand ; she gazed around her, advanced, and looked if Albert was asleep. Having con- cluded that he was so, she went in front of the Child, beheld with a pallid Countenance the pure Cheek, and bending down, the poor A LITTLE AGNES. 107 soul continued weeping for a long time over the Child, trying at the same time to encir- cle her with her arms. She held the light to the little golden Hood, took it off, cut off some of the beautiful soft Hair, concealed it in her Bosom, placed the little Hood again on the Head over which she had just been weeping, sprinkled the little Angel with Holy water, knelt at her feet and prayed then stole away silently as she had come, and disappeared like a Spirit. What must have been his Thoughts! How Albert bids Farewell to his Wife. L B E R T ' S greatest, yea, almost his only Joy in Life was now gone, and, as he well knew, irre- coverably gone. Agnes might well imagine what must now have been his feelings. She had already, in times past, prophesied evil days, if his Child should die. But it was not so : he was silent ; the Mother was si- lent ; the Child was never more named be- tween them ; the Remembrance of her died away by degrees from among Men, of whom she had scarcely seen any. His Marriage remained Childless; and thus every one, es- pecially in after years, believed that a Child had never blessed him ; and those who piqued themselves on their knowledge of Mankind accounted for Agnes's deep Dejection solely and confidently from the circumstance of her being Childless. And a Motherless Child is HOW ALBERT BIDS FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 109 only half as unblest as a Childless Wife, who, shut out from her natural sphere, and scarce- ly to be amused by Vanities, sees her fairest Hopes cut off. She pines away and bends towards the ground like a half-cut Vine-branch, and never stands joyfully erect, nor looks cheerfully, loaded by her own Abundance, on the ripening Grapes of the neighbour- stocks. And this Sorrow is the more sting- ing because the subject is always both kindly and painfully evaded by others ; it must there- fore be suppressed and endured in silence, and yet can never be forgotten. And thus this supposed Sorrow passed current as an excuse for Agnes, and Albert confirmed the convenient belief from Love to her, and Respect for himself at least he did so by Silence on the subject of his little Daughter. Some Lines which he found in his coat on returning home from the Churchyard, contrib- uted the most to his further satisfaction. They thus addressed him : A Way I know, by which them on thyself Revenge canst take for all the Ills that others To thee do. Angry must thou be! Grievous To thee is this Life? Offers it only, 110 HOW ALBERT BIDS Misery, and Sickness, and dire Poverty, And num'rous Hardships? Then thou must murmur! Or fleeting is this World, and full of Death ? Then thou must grieve ! Thyself thou punish' st thus, For others' Faults. But if thou'rt truly Wise, With Patience thou' It endure whatever Is and must be; and in thy pious Soul Thyself thou wilt rejoice that pious Soul Which all surmounts, and thee of nought doth rob. And if the Fate of those by thee beloved Doth cause thee Grief, then think: they suffer nought, As thou, if truly Pious. Weep'st thou still? Then think: that Love thy fancied Sorrow is! And be thou blest, as Love makes all who feel it! And now Albert drew a Picture of himself in his seven-and-twentieth year, prompted by the following motive.* He saw, namely, how much his Countenance and his whole Form had changed in a few years, and he wished to keep to preserve the Remembrance of himself, at least in a Picture in case he should soon look paler and more wretched. He disclaimed the idea of making any one happy by it, or that he could make himself so by means of a warmly-reflected Image of Happiness. To an upright man, indeed, Hap- * Master Albert sent this Picture of himself to Florence to An- drea del Sarto. It founded his Fame in Italy. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. Ill piness is not necessary. God knows well upon whom he can lay the Evil which is as it were unavoidable in His World, so that it weighs little or nothing on those who must bear it on the Patient and the Pure in Heart. Therefore Albert thanked God even for this, which he reflected on gladly, that of all the Houses in the World, his was the best into which his Agnes could have come, where she was as happy as it was possible for her to be, untroubled and uninjured. He now threw himself entirely into the arms of his Art: not as to a Refuge, but that he might be independent and free from the World, as he had always formerly wished, and yet hoped not so to be. This, however, when attained, was quite indifferent to him ! He now began his " Little Passion," his favour- ite Work, in whose Features he as it were deposited all his Feelings, or depicted these under their quiet Sunshine, their full Glow and Power. But the Death of his Father drew him again, Heart and Thoughts, into the rough World. The God-fearing Man had Spent all the hard- earned Gainings of his Hand, in bringing up 112 HOW ALBERT BIDS his Children under such wholesome training and discipline as would render them accepta- ble to God and Man. He was patient, meek, peaceable towards every Man; and in the midst of perpetual honest Struggles, diverse Afflictions, Attacks, and Reverses, he had never been able to enjoy much Society or worldly Comfort. His Son Albert had no wish for what his Father had never been able to attain, and thus retired and peaceable like him, he yet excelled him in Contentment. Alberts Mother Barbara was now old and poor. It was needful, not that her Son should repay her, for that was impossible but that he should show his Love to her by fostering her and providing for her comfort in her old Age, as she had fostered him and provided for his comfort in his Youth. His Father had been made happy by her had been so indeed chief- ly through her. She had always only modestly asked for what she wished; and what he dis- creetly signified to be his Wish, that she had always done. But for two whole years Agnes prevented her Husband from taking his Mother home to his house. Albert was indignant at this ; and Agnes, in her turn as if his Mother FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 113 understood Housekeeping better, and were now to guide her was angry at his Displeasure. He held, however, inwardly and unalterably firm to what was right. He had also taken his Brother Johannes into his house, to instruct him in his Art, but was obliged, to make up for this, to send away Andreas* whom he as- sisted secretly, that he might travel and im- prove himself in his Art. When Albert now went out, his Friends pressed his hand more warmly. They praised his Paintings, his Woodcuts, his Relievos, and his other pieces of Sculpture, beyond all bounds. For an honest Master certainly knows first and best which of his Works is good, and how accomplished. And no one knows so well as he, what he has intended to produce. There- fore he knows also what he has performed, and what he has left behind, God knows where. He marked well also the Motive of their Praise and he bore it. The whole City knew also ! * This brother Andreas was his sole heir, inheriting house, business, and all his works of art. Of these, however, he took so little care, that the plates were abstracted in great numbers; and it was at this time that so many bad impressions were taken from the original plates. Andreas was married, but died also without children. Translator. 8 114 HOW ALBERT BIDS but Agnes imagined not that they knew, until one day a Marforio Verse, in the form of a short Conversation, was sent to her, she knew not how. It was entitled : "THE MASTER IN THE HOUSE." Wife. Under the Table to retire you dare. Husband. Here safer am I, sure, than anywhere ! Wife. Come forth directly. Husband. That will I not do ! Wife. Shall I bend down, and so take hold of you? How very bold now all at once you are ! Husband. My dear, one grows at length an Iron Bar : Here, 'neath the Table, will I show you, Spouse, That I alone am Master in the House ' These exaggerated words struck home. It is all over between us, said she, softly and al- most weeping. Her words moved him even to tears, and he could not throw off the impres- sion they made on his mind. She, however, soon got out of humour again, and the more regardlessly so, since her Conduct in Life was now so well known that she could no longer conceal it even from herself by a Veil of Mys- tery. Thus Evil as well as Good is augment- ed by Publicity. An unamiable Wife does infinite harm, when FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 115 by her conduct she makes all other Women distasteful to her husband. For the Wife is the Husband's Glass, through which he con- templates the World ; she is the Tuning-ham- mer of his Soul. But she does him still greater harm when she makes others dear to him ; that is to say, when we learn to feel and observe as it were to the Glory of God, that He has made a fair and excellent Work when he created Eve out of a rib of her Husband, and now freely repeats the Work, as countlessly as the Sand of the Sea. For Alberts Love was now to sustain a hard trial. Pirkheimer's Spouse, Crescenzia, had been taken away from him. Alas ! poor Man ! for he had become poor, rich as he was. He desired to have a Picture of her thus : himself weeping at the foot of her Bed, and kneeling as he then knelt ; Crescenzia receiving extreme Unction, and holding the Wax- Taper and the Crucifix. At the bed was to be standing also, his Sister, the Nun of Santa Clara. Her Picture the Child had also been al- lowed to spoil. It thus cost a walk to the Convent. Clara was sitting in the Parlour. She was 116 HOW ALBERT BIDS unveiled, patiently awaiting him, and greeted him softly with a smile, and a delicate Blush for Virgin Modesty why she was there was only perceptible because she looked so very pale. When she saw, however, how Years had gnawed on him and a Woman sees at a glance, as the Gardener sees by the Fruit how the tree is flourishing, the Fruit of his past Life, yea the Soul of 'Man in his Countenance then her features assumed the sadness which he needed for the Scene ! A difficult Picture ! But his Soul held the Colours. He thought not : If this sweet form, this gentle Clara were thy Agnes ! Ah no ! he scarcely thought, If thy Agnes were like her! For his Father's will was sacred to him, and sacred her he loved ; for it was because he loved, that he now suffered ! and because she would not love him that she suffered ! He finished the Tablet, which was destined for the Church of St. Sebaldus, in his own house, and wrote thereon the Latin Inscription in gilt letters. Agnes stood and looked at it, and made out the beginning : Mulieri Incom- parabili then asked what all the rest of the words meant ? Albert wished to be silent ; but, FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 117 after having composed himself, he said to her, They are " To the incomparable Woman and Wife, my Clara Crescenzia, I, Wilibald Pirk- heimer, her Husband, whom she never dis- turbed * but by her Death, erect this Monu- ment." Agnes was angry, as if he had said these words to her from his own Heart ! and Clara, the pale Nun, who in the Picture was looking away from Crescenzia for sorrow, now seemed to look at her! But no Tear fell from her Eye. Albert alone wept. He prepared himself now for his Journey. And as he parted from his Mother, she gave him her hand, held it for a time, and only gently said : Rely meanwhile on thy Wife ! I dare not allow it to be remarked how much I love thee, else she will become my Enemy. Whoever does not consider her in the right, becomes suspicious to her. And yet she is excellent, as excellent as her Sister, who is firm in Honour; and both are certainly God-fearing Women ! But yet it is evident, and I must myself confess it, Fidelity is only one Virtue in a Woman, and perhaps, for as sacred and es- * Turbavit grieved. W. P. 118 HOW ALBERT BIDS sential as it is yet not the best. For the peace of her Husband she must possess many others besides. It were certainly better, as Pirkheimer said * Yet believe me, she reserves her Love for thee alone, perhaps till she or till thou She broke off. Albert remained more than a year in Venice. And here, placed again in the living wrestling World, full of young Minds who were opening up new Paths, he perceived how salutary it is for an Artist to tear himself away from his circumscribed path in the midst of his days, that he may once more have a free view of his fellow-creatures in the world around him. He becomes young again. His Life has two Springs. He receives new impressions, and by means of already cultivated Art, executes what he has newly conceived with Mind and Vigour. He thus once more, as it were, branches out, and new Tendrils shoot forth and only on * What he said, will be found in the Life of Albert Diirer by Roth, published at Leipzig by Dyk, in 1791, page 21. But I do not wish to say anything injurious! 7, The Editor. This, or at least the substance of it, has been given in the Pref- ace. Translator. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 119 young yearly Shoots do Grapes grow ! Should he neglect this, then he becomes by degrees stiff, and as it were petrified, even in those which are considered his best Compositions. Alberts Works had reached even to that City ; and it appeared strange to the Italians that everything good and beautiful was no longer to come from Rome and Byzantium, and wander towards the cold North, without re- muneration in the way of Money ; nay, that Time had now begun to reverse the order of things, and that Light and Power, and Reason and Art, should now come towards the South from the Barbarians to the sinking Nations! And what he had devised amidst Sufferings and Sorrow, lying on his couch in Silence and in Darkness, and afterwards accomplished in his lonely little Chamber, as if for no one but himself, now shone in the Sunshine of the Distance, and gave Delight to Men. Thus he looked upon his own Works with Thankful- ness, and stood before them with folded hands. The old Masters looked at him sullenly; those of his own age blushed ; the younger were full of bashful Ardour. That was a sufficient re- ward for him for all besides! It imparted to 120 HOW ALBERT BIDS him the satisfaction which the Artist, almost burying himself, labours Day and Night to at- tain. For the Mind of Man is wonderfully and almost laughably formed ; and it is also mod- estly limited in its Desires. For all his lifelong Difficulties and Vexations, he desires only Rec- ognition, not so much as Praise. Even the Hound runs itself to death after the Hare, if his Master only says to him, thou art a brave Apollo. The Soldier who is accounted brave goes like a Demi-god into the tumult of the Fight, and perishes therein, as if a Man could and should be nothing else than a Slaughterer of his Fellow-men. The Wife who toils dur- ing her whole Life with House and Field and Children, goes fresh under the yoke again on Monday if she has sat for an Hour well dressed on Sunday afternoon, and traces nothing more of the World than God's Sunshine and her own weary Hands, if her Husband only says to her, Truly thou art a diligent Wife, and dost thy duty. So is it also with the Artist. These words, " Thou hast painted a good Picture," satisfies his Heart for he has honestly done that which the Lord has given him ability to do. And therefore is the small satisfaction not FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 121 contemptible ; for the Work which the Lord has dealt out to the Human Race is performed everywhere with fidelity, but in truth through Recognition alone and without Reward, for it yields only dear Consciousness. And that is enough for such a noble creature as Man. He labours in his Father's Vineyard, and is his Child. But other Honours also awaited him in Italy. The Master Bellini wished to have the very Pencil from him with which he painted Hair so very minutely, and yet many Hairs at a time. Marcantanio Raimondi made Counter- feits of his Plates. Andrea Mantegna wished to see him, and wrote to him with a trembling hand, while sick unto death. He went to Padua, and found the incomparable Master dead. The longing had kept him in Life till within a few minutes before : his Eyes were not yet closed. In Bologna they were content to die, now that they had seen him Face to Face ; so enraptured were they with his Works. The almost youthful Raphael Sanzio took Alberts simple Landscapes as Back- grounds and Corners for his Pictures. But false reports were also spread among the peo- 122 HOW ALBERT BIDS pie, in which Lies had all the influence and effect of Truth. Buonarotti was said to have torn Alberts Drawings, and burnt his Paintings. No Painter does that. But it was to him a signal proof, as well of the Incapacity of the World to judge, going on as it does eternally echoing what gifted Spirits have suggested ; and that is a sad thing for the genuine Masters and for the value of their Art! and it was partly to him a proof of this, that all things % become living Legends, Diligence and Skill, as well as Life and Action and that it may be considered a valuable piece of good fortune when an Artist pleases the People, for he has after his own manner responded to the con- temporaneous tendency and manner of think- ing, and exhibited to Mankind what they were anticipating and striving after. When these claims are extinguished with the revolving Gen- erations, then he becomes nothing but a mere Legend. Our dear Master stood much in need of this renewed vigour of Heart and Mind, when he returned home to his Wife. He gave her an account of his Expenses. While he stood on sure ground, and excited FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 123 also by the cheerfulness of the Italians, he had, to please her, learned to dance. But so irk- some did he find it, that he had only taken two Lessons : this cost one Ducat. It was indeed impossible for him to transport himself suddenly into the midst of disturbing and intoxicating worldly things, from the faith- ful, devoted, often pious Thoughts which, in- duced by his Art, continually occupied his Mind : and from the longing retired Feelings which his high Conceptions always produced in him ; and although it did not hurt, but rather on the contrary furthered him, to see and to hear all the Merriment of the People, yet he could not think of carrying it so far as to make a moving Doll of his own Body. For that his feet always failed him. The Painters had sued him three times, because, without belonging to t any of their Schools, he had painted in Venice. That cost four Florins. The ride to Bologna, to improve himself in the mysterious Art of Perspectiva, cost money and this Art could not be exhibited to Agnes. He had intended to bring her a piece of oriental woollen Cloth ; but the house in which 124 HOW ALBERT BIDS he was took fire ; the oriental Cloth was burnt. It cost, notwithstanding, eight Ducats. He had lent eight Ducats to a poor Painter, who was going to Rome for the purpose of se- cretly disinterring again the old Pictures which Raphael had left choked up in the Baths.* But the man died at Rome in his debt. A year before the period of this Journey, Raphael had sent his Picture to Albert, painted elaborately .by himself ; and now Albert sent his in water colours, also elaborately painted, to Raphael, whose Picture of the Entombment of Christ had become the foundation of his fair Fame.f * At the time that Raphaello was charged by Pope Leo X. with the decoration of the Loggie of the Vatican, the interior of the Baths of Titus had just been discovered. The paintings were in all their original freshness and splendour, of a brilliancy of which the external air and various accidents have since deprived them ; thus owing their entire preservation to the very cause which had created their oblivion. According to one tradition, Raphaello copied, and afterwards destroyed, some portions of the arabesque ornaments, in order to claim the invention of them ; but this alle- gation has been fully contradicted, as he has merely adopted their spirit and taste, but without borrowing from them a single idea of any importance. See the " Life and Works of Raphaello," by Quatremere de Quincy. Translator. f This picture is now the chief ornament of the Borghese gal- lery at Rome. Translator. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 125 Now, because Albert had brought nothing Home, and had only mere Projects to offer, Agnes sold the Raphael painted by Raphael, for a paltry Sum of Money. That was bitterer to him than if Raphael had sold him. For we have an understanding from afar with him whose Picture we possess : the Soul sees no Giant in a misty Form ready to overthrow us with invisible Weapons. No, he looks at us as lovingly, as quietly, and as attentively as we look at him ; he is a Man, and thus we also feel humanly. But Albert had sent his Picture with this desire also, that he might be judged of by a Master in his own department that he might let him see himself. For the Masters are the true Lights, who can best elu- cidate and judge of Compositions in their own Art. Thus only can a Work be understood and known then it is, indeed, that the Mas- ter understands his own Work ! To be judged of by the World in general, neither improves nor refreshes him. But all these Evils were atoned for, by a great Sum of Money, nearly Eleven hundred Rhenish Florins, that Albert received from the Emperor, Rodolph //., for a Picture of the 126 HOW ALBERT BIDS Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew, which he had painted in Venice, and which, well packed in bales, two strong Men on foot had carried on Poles from Venice to Prague. Then there was Joy in the House ! Mistress Agnes prepared some strong foaming Choco- late, which new Beverage she had heard much vaunted, and with long suppressed desire to partake of it. During the sipping of the same, she now in her usual way spoke of everything which she would procure, as pleasantly as the Drink fell pleasantly on her Tongue. The things she now saw so sweetly in her Mind's Eye, she afterwards provided herself with ; good household Furniture, pretty Dresses, Trunks, Drawers, Pewter Vessels, all the requisites for Needlework. Now there was Abundance going on cutting, sewing, trim- ming and putting in order ! At last Master Albert laid down the Receipt before her, show- ing that he had paid the whole of his Debts in Venice. She tore the paper for Joy. When the bright Sun shone into the Room and the polished Tin glistened, then Agnes sat down pleasantly and played again on the Harp. She smiled quite benignantly Night and Morn- FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 127 ing from beneath the new Bedclothes. She even allowed herself to be drawn by her Hus- band in a Picture which represented Adam and Eve, and the beautiful Agnes was the beautiful Eve. Albert had for a long time wished to draw the innocent Pair, but had never ventured, for want of an Eve. Now he succeeded in the Picture, and a Stone was removed from his Heart. He also struck a Medal of her. In it she is represented with her innocent lovely Countenance looking upwards. She was de- lighted with the Design, and the Master was pleased that she was pleased. Yet she wil- lingly took Twelve hundred Rhenish Florins for the picture of Adam and Eve, and it was hung up in the splendid Hall in the Fortress.* The House was paid ; and then Agnes looked out at the Window with him one Sunday as the people were coming from Church. Her Locks hung beautifully down her soft Cheeks, and the Master looked through between them and watched with delight her roguish Eye. * This picture is still to be seen in the palace of Prague. The fortress or imperial castle of Nurnberg is a building of great antiq- uity, where the Emperors resided during the middle ages. The King of Bavaria now uses it when in the city. Translator. 128 HOW ALBERT BIDS She was quite beautiful, and he came to the conclusion that he would marry her again, if she had not already been his Wife. All at once there was a hollow Sound of heavy Footsteps ! They were carrying a little Girl in an open Coffin, adorned with garlands of Flowers, out at the Gate. The Parents came weeping behind. Agnes changed colour. Albert went from the Window. Alas ! that the Remembrance of the old Days should spoil the new ! that Grief is born with the Death of those dear to us ! He who has known a deep and bitter Grief, need no longer strive after Happiness, but only after Peace, after inward Composure and Forget- fulness ; else he heaps up to himself Sorrow on Sorrow ; and even if he should attain to what seems the Crown of Happiness, yet the Jewel is wanting thereto, the ornamental Stone in the Cross! Therefore lifelong Meekness must be the Portion of him whose Heart is broken ! also reverential Resignation to Him who has ordained it for him. In Piety alone is constant satisfaction to be found. And it is God who has given him this also, and with it all things. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 129 Physicians call a recurrence of the same Malady to one scarcely recovered a Relapse; which is always more dangerous, and for a longer time prostrating, than the Sickness which attacks healthy Persons ; for the patient is now more irritable. Albert was moved and he began to pity Agnes also. Yet even old Wounds that have been torn open, close again ! But even now, in her more prosperous condition, Agnes was not happy, because her Parents were still in indigence ! Her own better Lot oppressed her! He sympathized with her Sorrow, for she could not be happy ; and neither could he, for Happiness seemed out of his reach. He felt the prevailing power of Family Ties, which bind more closely than frivolous persons imagine, for in this way Na- ture enlarges the circle of Domestic Life and gives a more cordial view of Man's earthly con- dition. A Man marries not only his Mother- in-law, but also all the Relations of his Wife. What is for their advantage or disadvantage affects him also. He is not rich and happy till they are all above want. The World there- fore considers it a Disgrace to him who does not feel himself still more bound to her Family 9 130 HOW ALBERT BIDS than he is to his Wife, even if she were a Paragon, a Jewel among them. So much the more desirable is it, therefore, to stand well with all her Relations, be they who they may, because otherwise the connection once entered into brings still greater Evils with it. Agnes always thought that Albert looked down upon her Family, all of them Artisans, with the exception of her Father, the Optician, who came into the City to the Festivals, and played on the Harp and sung ; also loved a good glass of Wine ; also could not refuse the last the intoxicating one, after which he came and loaded his Daughter with Reproaches, uttered with a smiting mien, till he moved himself to Tears by his own Admonitions! Or he sang very comically, in the voice of the Husband and Wife alternately, the Song of " The Master in the House." Nay, it was said that he himself had made the Song to show his Displeasure. This irritated his Daughter, as might be sup- posed. Albert smiled at the old man, for there is Truth in Wine. He could only venture now to love and praise the poor man with great lim- itation ; but in truth he esteemed all her Rela- tions. For him there was neither Condition FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 131 nor Rank nor Riches in the World. All its thousand Trifles, its thronging and striving and outbidding, troubled him not. He strove only after one thing, and lived in a World of his own. Every one was valued by him at what he was ; yea he even rated him at that which he wished to be ; for as an Artist he desired him- self to be honoured, as one who knows better than all others what is the true genuine worth of everything he has meditated, and which he wishes or is able to call into Existence. Only he now learned that it is not right to do good too secretly, so that even our right Hand, our Wife, knows it not. Therein he was wrong! For in this way many who are in Need know not where to find Help. To all the old Burdens was now added this. And as Bodies apparently increase in Weight the deeper they sink, so much the more heavily presses a Burden which has been borne Days, Months, Years. And that any one bears it willingly, lessens only the Complaints on ac- count of it. He wished to work, she wished Money ; and luckily both Desires were gratified. And it is quite reasonable that many should strive after one thing, but with different views ; 132 HOW ALBERT BIDS only no one should evil interpret those of the other, or force his own upon him. It was thus that Albert learnt to represent all the Passions, the more strikingly they were painted, yea burnt into the peaceful Mirror of his Soul. A knowl- edge of good and evil Passions furthers the Artist : Love, Joy, Pleasure, Patience, Compas- sion, Devotion, Astonishment, Horror, Wrath, Sadness, Envy, Hatred all these he succeeded in depicting, because he was Master of them ; and with thankful and upright heart he con- sidered himself fortunate as a Painter, and therefore also as a Man. Meanwhile the Passions of those whom we love are infectious! And Albert painted and carved and moulded many things according to her Views and to give her Pleasure. His House was a daily School of Discipline : not to be avaricious, or sulky, or quarrelsome ; or yet dictatorial, unreasonable, and supercilious when everything succeeded to a wish. For all the Faults of a Man usually proceed from one and the same source. It could scarcely be said that Fame now gave him Pleasure, he lived by it as it were in a sustained elevated condition, which exercised an advantageous influence on FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 133 his Works; for the World gains for the most part by the Praise bestowed by itself on the Artist and when Students of the Arts and Masters made a Pilgrimage from Italy to Frankfort to see his Ascension of St. Mary,* he only uttered a gloomy Indeed ? thereto. For he almost feared to send a Painting to a new place; first on account of the Praise and then on account of the Pity. For he who did not admire him as a Painter, and yet could not well contend against his Worth, concealed his Envy by compassionating him as a Man and then he could call him an unfortunate Painter. A confidential Friend recounted to him that Buonarotti had determined to make Art his Wife; and it was also said of Raphael, that he wished rather to belong to Woman in gen- eral, than that one Woman should belong to /him. This grieved Albert much, not only for the sake of the Men themselves, but chiefly for Agnes's sake. He laboured much ; and by de- grees, in the course of years, many Ducats came * This magnificent picture, which was afterwards bought by the Elector Maximilian of Bavaria for 10,000 florins, perished when the Castle of Munich was burnt in 1674. Translator. 134 HOW ALBERT BIDS in, which Agnes brightened up and preserved. They were all indeed to be for her. At first she only meant to save as much of the Gold as would keep her above want during the few years she might outlive him, being younger than he ; then, there must be sufficient to enable her to live as well as she had been accustomed to do ; but at last, the Interest of the Money must be sufficient for that purpose. So true is it that the Children of Men, all of them, and everywhere, are born with an equally strong desire for world- ly Prosperity. They wish to have and to enjoy everything ; but all of them cannot do so. And the season of Youth is just the time for becom- ing inured, under the parental roof, to the Con- dition which must be entered on and endured in after life, and in which success may probably be obtained; and the Father's House is the step from which this Life begins. Man's future Life, therefore, so viewed, is just the Limitation of all the Desires of the human Mind to the Measure of Right, and to the Standard of what is con- sistent with the well-being of others. It is also at the same time the School of Patience and of Wisdom ; it teaches every one to be content with that which Life can afford him ; and in FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 135 what has been vouchsafed him, to discover every human Happiness, to carry his own into it, or place it therein. He who does not learn from Life, but continues during its whole course to put forth the usual Claims, uncurbed by a thou- sand Mortifications, undiminished, yea louder and more angrily he must be dissatisfied, the more vehement his Longings, the greater the Claims that Youth and Beauty, Skill and good Fortune in general, appear to give him. He does not prize the Blessings which he possesses ; nay, he rejects them and enjoys them not, till he becomes wise that is to say, till they vanish away from him. Alberts Mother Barbara now also died. She was a Daughter of Kunigunde, the Daughter of Oelling-er von Weissenburg, and therefore of gentle Birth. Agnes had imagined that she must be proud and look down upon her with contempt. This supposition wounded her pure natural Feelings, and her notions of the Dignity of Human Nature. She therefore wished to combat it; and thus his Mother had to endure scornful Words, Derision, and even Fear. But the pious Woman suffered nothing therefrom, because she forgave everything to the Wife of 136 HOW ALBERT BIBS her Son, and departed, absolved by Papal Power from Pain and Guilt. God be gracious to her ! She had lived nine years in her Son's house, and he missed her sadly ; for he had only to look into her eyes, only to hear an encouraging Word from her " My Son!" and he was refreshed and meek as before. Her Eyes were now closed what could he have done? A Man is no Judge between his Mother and his Wife ; and where Love does not reconcile, all other at- tempts only increase the Evil. There was now indeed greater Stillness in the House than ever. For all that had passed, Agnes began to be suspicious even of the Praise which her Husband bestowed on her, thinking it was only in Mockery. How ready she was to apply to herself what was passing around her, may be judged of by this instance, that one day, when he wrote a large Seven on the black table, as the product of a mental Calculation, and then went away, she thought it alluded to her as the evil-renowned Seven.* If he smiled, then she wept ; if he pitied the poor, shy, fright- ened Child, then she laughed. And thus he * In Germany it is vulgarly said of a shrewish or mischievous woman, that she is a Bad Seven. Translator. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 137 passed with the same grave undisturbed mien through the hundred-coloured Days. She called that Indifference, Coldness ! But he would not have suffered if he could at last have become indifferent to his Wife. The Faults of those we love cause us double Anguish : they ah ! they should be more pure and faultless than we! And she never confessed a Fault, and he con- cealed them from himself, and still hoped for peaceful Days of Harvest. Alberts tender-hearted Scholar now played him a sorry Trick. He felt for his Master more than if he had been his Father, and thinking that Alberts Death would make a good and lasting Impression on Agnes^ he had strapped on his Bundle, and taken leave of them, but had returned in the dark and gone into Albert's painting room. He then put the pale Wax Mask, which had been faithfully copied from Alberts Bust, on a clothed Figure which was to represent Albert^ and put on it also his old Painter's Coat bedaubed with Colours. He so placed it as to lead to the supposition that it had fallen from the Ladder, and poured dark-red colours, like Blood, over it. He then knocked suddenly and alarmingly at Agnes's 138 HOW ALBERT BIDS door, who ran into the Room horror-struck with a Light in her hand, and stood astonished and petrified before her dead Albert, knelt down by him, and wiped the Blood from his Forehead. Albert, who had just come home, then entered; she looked round, and thought it was his Ghost that she saw stalking towards her. He spoke, and she recognised him, but thrust him from her blood-red with Anger. She then wished to make her escape, but the Light having been ex- tinguished by the draught from her dress, she could not find the Door. At length, both hav- ing composed themselves, they embraced in the Dark, and wept bitterly. Dost thou know what has happened, my Agnes? asked Albert at last. Thou art alive! said she. No, replied he ; Raphael is dead ! Leonardo da Vinci is dead! These tidings reached me to-day at the same moment! She let go her hold of him. The Might of Heaven, the Nothingness of the Earth, which lay in these Words " Raphael is dead ! " fell like a Thunderbolt. The Night was amicably spent. Agnes besought him to travel into the Netherlands, and to accept the Emperor's Invi- tation, that he might have Recreation. Then FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 139 he would certainly no longer need to paint. She was as much struck as was the whole of Europe. Her Husband had been for her as it were twice restored to Life this Day. And it is quite amazing, and borders on the fabulous, how much a great Man gains by the Death of a great Man. He rises in value three-fold, like the Sibylline Books. Because he has outlived the other, so he appears also to outbid him ; Hope yet shines on his Path, and the words uttered in his Praise are laid by his Friends on the Scale of the Living, which they often blow up by empty breath and idle praise; whilst the Dead, numbered with the Dead, with that pri- meval, silent, inactive Company, are dispatched with the words: De mortuis nil nisi bonum (Say nothing but good of the Dead.) More- over, if he has become old, if he has outlived the Masters of his time, then he becomes by the Grace of God a Support to the Arts and to those who understand Art. For Age is even in this respect a wonderful Gift of Grace. Yea, the most wretched Writer of Comedies in the time of Aristophanes, has only to appear boldly among us now, and he would be an Oracle of the Age ; if he were only to sit and say nothing 140 HOW ALBERT BIDS but the Words: That is fine! that is bad! yet from Reverence for his long fabulous silver Beard, and because of the Miracle of his Exist- ence, he would be chosen as a Judge, and his Wisdom praised. Albert was almost ashamed to live, now that Raphael was dead. Yet he lived in his Works. Now Agnes was not willing to let him go alone, because it seemed probable to her that he might not return again. But he felt bound to her by Gratitude ; for there was never an Evening or a Morning in which he forgot that it was through her he had been so happy as to possess a Child through her alone that he had possessed this beloved Child. He had only to think of the little Agnes, and it was enough for his Heart, enough to make him honour his Wife, and feel drawn towards her. Otherwise he might perhaps long ago but there was no such otherwise. Agnes and Susanna now set out with him. The Honours he received in the Towns through which they passed were valued by him, only because they gave him Value in Agnes's eyes or rather Toleration. That was certainly not the right Feeling. But was FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 141 it doing any harm to the World, as we under- stand it ? Or should we not turn its Bless- ings to the best account for ourselves? There- fore he gave away Pictures, such as that of St. Anna and St. Mary^ with the Infant Christ, to the Bishop of Bamberg, because he had in- vited him to be his Guest, and had paid for him at the Inn. At Antwerp the Painters in- vited him to their Rooms with his Wife and Susanna. They had a complete service of Plate, other costly Ornaments, and an extrava- gantly fine Dinner. Their Wives were also there. When he was conducted to Table, there was a Crowd of People on both sides, as if he had been a Lord ; and among them were several Persons of Eminence, who showed their Respect for him by profound Reverences. Late in the night they all accompanied him and his Wife home with Torches. Agnes could not sufficiently express her Amazement, and became quite perplexed and meditative. Albert received a sad but salutary warning, when, having left his Wife in Antwerp, and taken shipping on the coast, with the inten- tion of disembarking again at Armyud, he was prevented by a Tempest, which broke the 142 HOW ALBERT BIDS cable and drove him out into the midst of the frightful Billows of the Sea. During the Dan- ger he became conscious that his Agnes might, must, and would one Day live without him ! This Feeling slumbered in his Heart from that Day, and like a living Being, opened sometimes an Eye and looked at him, or moved within him. He now went from Antwerp to Mechlin. Margaret, the Sister of Charles V.* wished to see his Agnes. She said she would rather die than allow herself to be rated and scruti- nized, Body and Soul, by the haughty, crafty Dame, without daring to utter a word in re- turn. But it was no use of kicking and strug- gling. She adorned herself in the midst of Tears. Margaret however received the still beauti- ful Agnes, who had put on her most amia- ble Countenance, very kindly. She desired her to sit down, and brought to her herself Wine and the finest Pastry. You are our # This is a mistake of the author. Charles V. had no sister of that name. Margaret, daughter of the Emperor Maximilian, and aunt of Charles, at that time Governess of the Netherlands, must be the person meant. Diirer himself makes the same mistake in his journal. Translator. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 143 dear Mistress Agnes, said she to her, for you know how to value an Artist, so as to benefit him and the World. An Artist's Marriage is, it is true, only that of a Man, and the Wife is the Husband's Help and Comfort, whatever be his calling or station. And every Husband stands in need of Encouragement, of Cheer- fulness, of Peace in his Home, to enable him to bear what Life brings with it, and still to preserve the power of working for the benefit of Mankind. Cheerfulness gives the highest Power to do, and to endure, my beautiful Angel. But if he find a gloomy Counte- nance at Home, where formerly his smiling Wife sat ; if he hear nothing, or a Murmur, from whence formerly sweet Words penetrated his Heart ; if he feel better and happier else- where than in his own Home, then Good-night to Peace, Good-night to Marriage. When Husbands remain out of their own Houses as often as possible during the Day, and as long as possible during the Evening, seek- ing for Happiness elsewhere, then that is a sign that Marriage is good for nothing to the Man, or to the Wife, or to both together. For had one of them been only properly mild 144 HOW ALBERT BIDS and reasonable, patient and firm ; and the other only yielding and willing to receive Instruc- tion ; then both might have found Happiness and held it fast. Friendship, even with the Friends of our Youth, must be very much lim- ited in Marriage for the Wife is the Hus- band's best Friend. And to every one his own. Only the disappointed have recourse to their old Friends again. But your Albert^ dear, beautiful Agnes, remains kindly at Home, as I hear, and throws no false colour on you, but the true one on himself. Agnes burned to speak, and if her Husband during many long Years had learned to read every one of her Features, she would then have said: Is this Mockery? How! are the Great then like Pulpit Orators, to whom no one can utter one word in reply, but may only think and smile? But hereafter! only have Patience ! Certainly one can injure another by flattering words, so that he can say noth- ing in reply but he who is fair and just, so regulates his talk, that he injures the Feelings of none. Thou cunning One! Margaret then took Agnes' s Hand, pulled off her Glove, looked at the little delicate white FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 145 Hand, stroked it, and held her own near it, as if she were measuring the Fingers. She then chose from a little Jewel-Box one of the most beautiful of many Rings, put it on Agnes's Finger, and said graciously : Take this from me as a token of the Gratitude of all your Husband's Friends. For I honour and love him much with such a Love as can make no Woman jealous, not even you, beautiful Agnes. I love his Mind and what he brings forth from it ; you love himself, you alone possess him, his Heart, his Feelings, and his earthly Existence. But it is proper, and yet not rightly understood among Men, that the World should in an especial manner honour the Wife of the Artist ! For she is the Honour of his House. If she is not happy, then his Happiness is Unhappiness. She is united to him as the Elm is to the Vine ; he is the sweet, the productive part to the World ; but she holds and supports him, so that he brings forth Grapes ; and without her he sinks to the Ground. She turned away for a Moment. At the sight of her moist Eyes, Albert's fell to the Ground. Agnes held the Glass very pictu- 10 146 HOW ALBERT BIDS resquely to her purple Lips, and appeared to be sipping some of the sparkling Wine. Drink not so, good Agnes, continued Marga- ret. Drink to the Health of your own Master : Long Life and happy Days ! And Agnes whispered, looking at her and not at him : Long Life and happy Days ! That is as it ought to be, said the Princess. Now your Health must also be drunk by him and by me ! for as the Artist cannot work, if only a Cloud nay, even the Shadow of a Cloud darken his Soul, not to speak of a Sorrow which tears his Heart, and if it is only by the great, free, superior power of a pure Nature that he can work, but withal becomes therethrough fully abstracted and released from worldly things, and at last with mild Ardour reverences the Saints still more than he feels an ardent desire to represent them, then I drink to your Health ! We have to thank you for the great number of the Master's Works ! You fan away Care from him ; he is free from human Wants through you. For what little the Artist has need of on Earth, and yet must continue to demand from it, that you bestow upon him lovingly, so that he hardly knows FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 147 whence it has come to him; were it not that he recognises your quiet beneficent Angel's Hand in the Gift, by the calm Peace which reigns around him ! Thus he traces nothing of the rough World but your love, which like a mild spring Sunshine makes his Heart large and his Soul great. Therefore it is your good Fortune to share the enthusiastic Joy which carries him as it were a Step farther on the Path of Life as if Heavenly Spirits had ministered to his Soul when he beholds an- other Work completed by his own Hand. But there is a God who rewards not Pain only : no, dear Agnes, He rewards also pure, loving Joy ! and for everything that you do and are to your Husband, God will reward you. Believe that of a Surety. What frightful things she says ! Were it indeed so ! muttered Agnes, staring before her. Then recovering herself, she turned to Margaret, and said : Gracious Lady ! I understand you ; but you do not understand me ; and yet you are a Woman. So be it! I can endure this no longer. But mark well ! human Judgment is defective : He alone can judge who knows all Hearts; but He judges not, because He knows them, and because He formed them. 148 HOW ALBERT BIDS You know, said Margaret, turning to Albert, that the Emperor said, when a Nobleman was not willing to hold the Ladder to you at his command, because he thought his Nobility would thereby be sullied that you were, on account of the excellency of your Art, great- er than a Nobleman, because he could make any Peasant a Nobleman, but could not make a Nobleman an Artist; here then the Em- peror presents to you also the golden Chain, the Badge and Ornament of a Knight.* You are this day invited to his Table ; you are also appointed his Court Painter. Therefore, if you feel as you speak, dear Agnes, you will rejoice in the Honours of your Husband ! Your Name will live with his, when we, whose Appanage in Life has been high Rank, shall appear only as Names on the withered genealogical Tree, only as faded Ink. Now go in peace. Agnes hastened away, her Face much flushed. Margaret made a sign to Albert to come back * It was Maximilian who bestowed letters of nobility, and also a handsome pension, on Diirer; but he continued after- wards to experience the liberality of the illustrious Charles V. and his brother Ferdinand, King of Hungary. The golden chain is of course the same that is mentioned by the author as having been laid aside by Diirer on his deathbed. Translator. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 149 again. She stood a little while mute and con- templative ; she then said to him : I am sorry for the poor Child nevertheless she is but a Woman ; and I cannot conceal from you, that / should not like to have such a perfect Hus- band, who lives in Heaven, and only descends sometimes graciously to dwell with us on Earth; and who, removed beyond the reach of Woman's Judgment, is himself just so much the more praised and honoured. We Women prefer a human being like ourselves. Albert made an obeisance. Then Margaret observed the Ring in the bottom of the Wine- glass, which Agnes had just set down. Take it, she said ; I give it now a second time, and in a very different sense, to your Wife as a Woman. Agnes was not to be seen. She lay at Home sick, and the Apothecary received fourteen Sti- vers, and the Monk who visited her, eight Sti- vers. She then packed up, and that signified to Albert that they were to set out on their home- ward Journey to the dear familiar Nwrnberg. She there buried herself in Loneliness and Fancies, which went on multiplying within her. The words of Margaret operated very power- 150 HOW ALBERT BIDS fully afterwards: and Agnes also murmured, because the Princess had considered him richly and well paid by these Words for many Works which he had executed for her, or presented to her. He had also presented to the King of Denmark^ who was in Brussels, some of the best of his Engravings out of respect. For it was a delight to him to give pleasure to the World by his Works, and he lived to please every one. Only he should not give Presents to great people, thought Agnes. But in this he certainly did not agree. The Rich must pay for the Poor! thought she. And so he was often obliged to bargain with a poor Pur- chaser of his Works for a few Florins more instead of remitting the whole ! But Hanns Frei) his Father-in-law, had now lain for two years sick ; his Wife died, and a Sepulchre was built for them and Albert together ; and after the lapse of nearly two years, his Father-in-law died also. Agnes's Grief was thus doubly deep; for her Father had departed this Life in the midst of Reverses of Fortune almost beyond endurance, and her Life and her Striv- ings now began to appear to her as a vain thing. She had a House, and everything in it FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 151 that was needful a State-room, fine Clothes, a prospect for the future that could not fail her, Honour as much as she could wish, but all too late, all not so much in unison as her young brain had settled it ; for this, in her opinion, was what every human being should strive after as the chief business of Life ! Pos- session is dead, Striving is alive ; and therefore Striving and Longing must be sufficient. To attain, is to pour Oil on the Sea of our Wishes : to attain too late, is pouring Gall instead of Oil. In these latter days Melancthon had come to Number ff : he was as it were Luther's Sec- retary of State, and brought everything into a world-enduring valid Form, uniting the new Grafts to the well-cropped Trees with an Ar- tist's Hand, so that the sap of the old Trunk might produce new and noble Fruit. Albert adhered to the Old Light which had arisen again in the New Time. He was accustomed to think as an Artist, to go back to the Source of Things, and from their formation, to the Mind which formed them ; accustomed, when possible, to imprint his Thoughts more beau- tifully and truly. These he then applied to the operations of the Mind of Man, and soon all 152 HOW ALBERT BIDS was Light and Purity within. Now these men had excluded marriage from the Sacra- ments Albert praised the new Creed in gen- eral ; and thus it appeared to Agnes that he adhered to it in order that divorce might be open to him. She shuddered at the sight of Melancthon wherever she met him, and the dif- ference of their Faith at last estranged Agnes and Albert. She now believed that they would inhabit different Heavens, that they had been made by two different Gods, and as her Mind was withdrawn from him, so was also her Life and Marriage is preeminently a Union of Lives! Oftentimes she lamented that he would be lost in Time and in Eternity, at which he smiled.* But when he wished to adduce Proofs to her, then she said : Get thee behind me, Satan ! These Words stung him so deeply, after all * The honest evangelical Painter (for such alone are the genuine, the enduring, whose Works never become Chimeras of the Brain) certainly acknowledged the sincerity of his Wife, who would willingly have known him happy here and hereafter; and he respected the uneasiness she had endured for Years, and which he had endeavoured to dissipate by loving Persuasion and by Reason; but Reason finds difficult access to those who are at enmity, and almost more difficult still to those who love ! W. P. 'FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 153 the Grief he had endured, and all the kind intentions of his Heart, that he resolved actu- ally to go away from her, only not like him to whom she had compared him, but magnan- imously, yea prodigally. Love likes to boast great things, likes to play the Queen, to ap- pear rich, all- sacrificing, divinely-joyful and yet weeps quite humanly. And this justly. Love is sufficient to itself: what it gives, it receives again a thousand-fold as if from God; what it must do without, it enjoys a thou- sand-fold, by having a dreamy, soulful, sym- pathetic perception of the Enjoyment of the beloved object. Rare Power! Miracle of Nature so natural to him who bears it in his Heart ! The World is worth nothing to him who has this Power; but he who has it not, cannot attain it if he would give the whole World for it not for his own Existence ; or rather he does not believe that he could purchase it therewith, because he dare not venture to throw his Existence away for such unwonted Gain. Yet let it be understood : Albert left everything to his beloved Agnes; he counted the Gold there were six thousand Florins ; he looked over the Engravings, the Pictures he left 154 HOW ALBERT BIDS them to her. But he left to her also, a more precious than all namely herself; and, in her, his Existence, his Mind, his Love, which he regarded as nothing, just because she re- garded them as nothing. This Feeling made him so desponding, that he now also deemed as nothing that to which he had devoted his Life, and executed with so much love his Art and his Works. Nay he even wished to go back to Hungary, to the little Village of Eytas from whence his Grand- father, Anton Durer, had wandered to Number g as a poor Goldsmith; there he would no more be heard of again fostering the Vine, planting Trees, cutting Branches, gleaning Grapes, as his Fathers, very worthy people, had done also without a Name to leave be- hind. But his habit of Industry did not permit him this even in his waking Dreams. Peace was all he now desired Peace Peace for his last best Works, which he had carried about with him through Life ! These must yet be completed ! They would yet bring many gold Pieces to Agnes ! For it never entered his thoughts to divorce her; she would be happy when he was not with her that he FAKEWELL TO HIS WIFE. 155 both wished and thought. For even if the new Doctrine had permitted it, still he was so accustomed to his old Faith that he perceived it was only they who adopted the new as Chil- dren, who would one day put it into Practice in the affairs of Life; not this Generation. The only scriptural Ground for Divorce was also awanting to him; for into the Subtleties contained in the question as to the multifari- ous ways in which Marriage may be broken, his Heart did not enter, although they had often exercised his Thoughts. And so he parted for a time from his Agnes. It was a Saturday ; the day on which he always heretofore gave thanks to God for the often wondrously accomplished week. If he was not moved to this by the Current of the World, then, at his Evening Prayer, he was certain to be so. This reverential feeling on the Saturday arose perhaps secretly from the knowledge that it was the true ancient Sunday. Therefore he chose this day for his Departure ; for he certainly meant to do a good Deed. He was ready dressed, and had nothing in his pocket but a few Stivers for his Journey. Agnes yet slept. He approached her Bed. He 156 HOW ALBERT BIDS admired the Wife, who might have made him so happy. Ah! and she herself appeared to be so miserable with him, and through him, that he wept for the first time almost aloud. He kissed her bare Arm which was lying on the Coverlet. She half opened her Eyes. I am going ! whispered he. God be with you ! said she as if in a Dream. I will come again ! said he. But say that, I pray thee, to one of thy Friends also ! said she. I will ! said he. So then he took his departure.* It was early Spring. The Morning Sun smiled on him as he left the House. He smiled in return, when he looked at the double Eagle over the Gate. But when he had gone through the Streets in the still Morning, and had got out as far as Master Belaid? s the Wheel-maker, who dwelt near the Sonnenbade, and who prepared his wooden Blocks for him ; and when the Geese on the young grass hissed at him, and he saw the little bright yeUow Goslings feeding in the Morning Dew, then he leant on the hedge of * Just sixty Years after this, W. Shakespeare left his Wife and Children. /, the Editor. FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. 157 the little Garden ; and when by degrees he roused himself from his Reverie, he heard from within the house Master Sebald recounting to his Wife and Children and Comrades at break- fast a new Jest, which Master Hanns Sachs* had circulated among the people for the first time the night before. The Wife and Children laughed ! that was a Dagger to his Heart. Ah ! there was Joy in this House, as well as in that of Master Sachs! He took Courage, how- ever, entered and bespoke new Blocks from Master Sebald to be ready when he should re- turn from Flanders. And the Husband stood reverentially before him, his Cap in his Hand; the Wife kept her bare Arms folded in her Apron, out of respect for him ; and the Chil- dren, as if almost afraid of him, stood clinging to her. He smiled for he knew better ! The Geese hissed at him again as he went forth, but he smiled for he knew better ! As the young Branches of the Vine with their green Tendrils often attain no object around which to entwine themselves, and so bend back ; thus many of Alberts feelings had not reached Agnes : as however in Autumn # A shoemaker and poet in Nurriberg. Translator. 158 HOW ALBERT BIDS FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE. the Vine-dresser breaks off also the firmly fixed and now dried up Tendrils of the Branch, so he intended to tear himself loose. His separa- tion had already lasted so long! But it was only after many Years and with Pain, that his Thoughts and Feelings could be severed from her. For that which appears visibly in the World as a Work, or as a Deed, must all long, long before have existed and been ripening; and what in like manner the World sees of Undertakings are all Fruits which have fallen from the Tree of Life : for the rest, the World perceives nothing but Leaves, and hears the rustling thereof! Things bloom concealed covered over, like the Fig, with its own leaf. Thus the Past comes to maturity only in the Present, and in the Present is sown the Seed of the Future. We often lose our Health for Years on account of a thousand little Errors; we die in consequence of living. Sickness is an exertion of Nature to heal us, to restore to its natural Proportion all that has been endured or done amiss, and to aUow us to expiate it by Suffering, in or- der that we may become wise for the Years that yet remain to us. Peace in Life. purposed extending his Wanderings so far as to secure himself, and his poor self-torturing Agnes, against a sudden Return, the desire for -which seized him every evening. He had in truth no longer been able to en- dure the sight of her self-torture ; for what manly Mind, not burdened by the weight of a Crime against Heaven, would allow itself seriously to be bowed down by a Woman ! Women, indeed, never wish so to bow down a Man ; only they do not always understand how to limit their desires, or on the other hand to forget them. Alas ! and Life de- mands so much from us, so much Endurance and Sacrifice ! The worst of Life is, that we all live on this Earth for the first time. Every- thing is new; no one gets accustomed to the perpetual Surprises at best only accustomed to be surprised. Even the old, the daily-re- 160 PEACE IN LIFE. curring, finds us every day new and changed in Age, in Mind, in Likes and Dislikes, so that it often operates more strangely, more peculiarly than the new, to whose impressions we yet hesitate to resign ourselves. And thus to know how to live requires perpetual Genius for Life is the highest of all Arts. Only no one believes this, because he fancies he knows how to live, as every one fancies he knows how to love, when he looks deep into the Eye of a beautiful Maiden. Alas! Love also is an Art but it consists not in Raptures and Enthusiasm ; it is not to wan- der in the Moonlight, to listen to the Song of the Nightingale, to kneel before the Beloved, to languish and pine for her Kiss ! No ; this is the Art of Love : to preserve its Fire, its godly Treasure ; to carry about its Riches through Life as if in pure Gold ; to spend it for him alone to whom the Heart is devoted ; to be always ready to sympathize, to smile, to weep, to assist, to counsel, to alleviate; in short, to live with the Beloved as he lives, and thus, by virtue of an indwelling Heavenly Power, to preserve invariably a Heavenward direction. And this Art is the highest, the PEACE IN LIFE. 161 tenderest Love. He who possesses it knows what Love is. The greater part of Men can sacrifice Hours and Days and Wealth ; but to bear and to suffer patiently for Years, never to consider one's own Life and Wellbeing, to pine away gradually, to suffer Death in the Heart, and yet to hasten to the Arms of the Beloved as soon as they are again opened to us, and then to be happy, yea blest, as if nothing had been amiss, as if no time had elapsed between that moment and the first embrace, all this Love can do. It now ap- peared to Albert that he and Agnes had only been fettered by some inconceivable Power. This conviction gave him Courage. He ar- rived at it now for the first time alas ! al- most too late for this Life, and therefore he wished there had been a Life for Man be- fore this, in order that he might again live peacefully, wisely, and happily ; since every- thing in the World and in the human Heart springs from Love and no Man has thus any cause truly to grieve. For a noble Heart cares for nothing else than to be worthy of the Love of those whom he loves and also worthy in general; and no one can tell him 11 162 PEACE IN LIFE. this so well as his own Heart, judging even from a thousand Actions. Thus Albert saw that even he ought now to be satisfied ! and concluding, by his own Feelings, how his Ag- nes also must feel in her Heart, he attained to the Knowledge, that everything is ordered by Love, and that we must improve the divinely- granted Time, by bestowing it one on another. This Albert now intended honestly to do tow- ards Agnes ! * It was during his Wanderings that he felt these Convictions in all their force. He went to visit Lucas of Leyden. Even the Name of the Town attracted him thither.f During his first sojourn in Holland, he had formed an intimate Friendship with Lucas, and now, separated from his Wife, he both needed and recognised a Friend. And he found one in him. Oh ! ever kind World ! thou hast Riches ready prepared for him who rejoices, as well as for him who mourns ! How unhappy * Thou upright Soul! how much thou hast reflected, and how much Cause hast thou had for Reflection! And thou wert now repenting instead of her ! And Repentance even that which is felt for others leads to Acknowledgment. Thy Kernel remained sweet. W. P. f Leiden Suffering. Translator. PEACE IN LIFE. 163 % soever any one may be, Nature is always true to him ! He had thought it would be with him as with a shipwrecked Mariner, who, after hav- ing been long tossed about on the cold Waves till he is benumbed, finds himself at last washed ashore on the flowery Bank of a lonely Island. But he now felt as if he had been washed by the Waves from the Shore out into the cold Sea ! Nothing was awanting ; ev- erything was arranged for him in a comfort- able and friendly manner. Clean Linen lay every Morning spread out on his chair; his Clothes were brushed and free from every Speck of Dust ; he rose, and went to sleep,, whenever he liked ; he looked at the People out of the Window ; he went wherever he pleased. Oppressive Freedom ! To everything he was indifferent, all within him was so still and so monotonous! What was there here for him to Love ? To whom had he here every hour something to forgive ? Who was there here to make him sorry ? He felt the sweet Power of Custom even in what is most bitter ! He felt that Words are nothing, how- ever mild and reverential they may sound, 164 PEACE IN LIFE. if the Soul of Love does not glow and breathe upon us through them. And in Agnes' s Words which he now missed in his solitary condi- tion there was the Soul of a faithful Love, which was never weary in busying itself with him, in being angry at herself and at him, during the whole course of an irritable Exist- ence ! Ah ! it was impossible for an indiffer- ent Heart so to do for it has neither the Will nor the Power to injure! And he loved her therefore he could not be injured by her! And thus the feeling of his Love to her was quite enough for him, and Life without her difficult, much more difficult to bear ! Ah ! we love perhaps a lively Child, and think it im- possible that our Love for it can increase ! But it becomes sick and we then know, for the first time, how much more intensely and also painfully we can love it! Then do new and more delicate Tendrils unfold themselves as it were in our Hearts, with which we encom- pass it as Ivy does a half- fallen Statue. And if Agnes' ] s Love for him was of the most ex- traordinary kind, still she loved him for all that ! That was the chief point. Her Love was like the warm Sunbeam, shining in the PEACE IN LIFE. 165 Window of a Dome through a fiery-red Ruby Glass, which, corroded by damp, reflects with its own also the varied hues of the Rainbow. And Caprice is never without a Cause, and may riot that Cause be Disease ? And does not Disease call for Pity ? Alas ! this, then, was what he could no longer endure ? And was that just? It is the greatest, the most injurious Wrong, not to believe in Nature. Here, far away from her, he had intended to work at so many things, and so busily! But his Thoughts were far away with her banished to her ! Yet when he was with her, when she was wandering around him, then they could rove in the distance, could dwell where Thoughts and Images appear as in a Heavenly Dome full of Music and Incense, from which the Artist steals them as it were for the Earth. Here, dwelling in Leyden, his Sadness increased ; he felt he could not be so happy anywhere as near his Wife ; yea, that it was only when he was with her that he was truly happy. There are Conditions in which the Endurable, the Imperfect, is the best possi- ble for us ; and the Human Race is continual- ly subjected to such a Condition. Do we de- 166 PEACE IN LIFE. sire a better or happier Fate ? God forbid ! Everything that is ours is the best for us ; for we choose perhaps our own Lot ; but what we have chosen keeps us enclosed as in Walls of Steel all our lives and for as much better as the Untried appears to us, still we can never attain to it, nor yet appropriate it, be- cause we ourselves are already become Prop- erty. Let us therefore endure ! let us be faith- ful! He was now in a condition to perceive wherein he also had erred ! And Man never attains Tranquillity, as long as he believes that he is right in all his Thoughts and Actions towards all the World ! But as soon as he begins to doubt, as soon as he once admits the pre-supposition that he may have gone astray that he must take himself to task then come Reconciliation with the World, Contentment and Peace, and with recognition of the Truth, and acknowledgment of his own Error, come also at last by degrees Satisfac- tion and Happiness to his Heart, which always speaks Truth to the Upright. Lucas celebrated Alberts Birth-day, the day of St. PrudentiuS) which his Agnes had so PEACE IN LIFE. 167 often taunted him with when he spoke pru- dently.* Masters assembled from all quarters, but from tender consideration for him they had left their Wives at home. Bitter ! It is always most agreeable for us Men, said Master Peter Gutschaaf, the Illuminist, when we are quite among ourselves, and also for the Women when they are quite among themselves ! We are certainly of two differ- ent Natures, and in this way each has undis- turbed and pleasant intercourse with those of his own Nature. These words furnished Mate- rials for a Conversation at Table on Women, which was conducted, however, with cautious consideration. Lucas had ordered two Bottles of lachrymce Christi in honour of Albert. These he did not disdain to taste, and he had his own wonderful Thoughts thereby. For these Tears cleared away the clouds from his Eyes! they placed him in Spirit in times long bypast. He thought on the happy days that were # The 6th of April. St. Prudentius was by birth a Spaniard, and fled from the swords of the infidels into France, where in 840 or 845 he was chosen Bishop of Troyes. He was one of the most learned prelates of the Galilean Church. His writings are extant in the "Bibliotheca Patrum." Translator. 168 PEACE IN LIFE. gone, and behold! there sat his Wife, weep- ing in Nurnberg", weeping on his account, weeping for him ! Then he flew swift as an Eagle back to his own Days, to. the Present, and there he was in Leyden, sitting at Table opposite Master Peter Gutschaaf^ whose rosy Daughter sat beside him, always hanging ten- derly on the Eye of her Father. He saw in her his little Daughter Agnes now grown up, and he sighed, and the Daughter, the good little Lamb, looked at him and sighed also. For he knew well how much Peter Gutschaaf had had to endure at Home from his Wife, and yet Gutschaaf was so very cheerful! that was his Daughter's doing. She was like the Oil between the Door and the Hinge, the mild L between harsh-sounding Consonants ! She did not intend to marry, because she thought it her duty first of all to show her Love and Gratitude towards her Father, be- fore she loved any one else ; and her Father assented to this. Albert pictured to himself his Agnes just as tall and as beautiful, and that she would have been as kind, and that her Father would have been as fond of her. Ah ! and then he called Death the bitterest PEACE IN LIFE. 169 Grief, and his Tears ran into the Glass among the Tears of Christ and he could not drink. Drink, I pray thee, dear Master ! said sly Master Dietrich, the Glass Painter ; drink ! The Wine which the Man drinks, restrains the Wife ; and the Wine which the Wife drinks, dishonours the Man. Just listen for a moment to what is going on across the street ! There dwells a Straw Widow, so called because her Husband has forsaken her ; and who, in other respects, of a Christian and harmless disposition, wilfully draws upon her- self many suspicions, in order to retaliate on him ; and is just now celebrating a jovial Banquet. I venture to say, that when he comes home she will make herself out to be in the right ! Oh ! said Bernard of Orley, the Princess Margaret's Painter, Women may be in the Wrong so prettily and sweetly, that one is doubly fond of them in spite of it and they may be in the Right in such a bitter manner, that one curses even the sacred Truth and them at the same time. Dear Children, interrupted Master Erasmus 170 PEACE IN LIFE. Desiderius of Rotterdam, one of the Guests, who was on his journey to Basle, I must read you a Lecture after a fashion of my own, and shew you how foolish you are. Men think all their troubles come from Women, because it is through them without doubt that they attack them ! We must remember that there are a thousand disagreeables in Life ; and if we have Wives, then of course all sorts of Cares must be encountered in Marriage ; and every one must receive a tinge from it, as white Wine becomes red in a red cask. We are apt not to observe this sufficiently. A Wife cannot do us any harm, and as certainly as they are dear Creatures so true is it that they will do us none. Yet there must be Cares ! And then, declaiming as if he had been still a Lecturer* in Oxford, he supported his position by the following Verses : Care dost thou despise? It is the secret Confidential Link 'tween us and Nature ; Confirmed by it the holy Union is. * The renowned Erasmus of Rotterdam spent some time both at Oxford and Cambridge, in which latter University he gave lec- tures on Greek literature, and held the Margaret professorship of Divinity, procured for him by Bishop Fisher. He was the friend of the illustrious More. Translator. PEACE IN LIFE. 171 The Husband Care endureth for his Wife, She in her turn for him: th' anxious Mother For her Child the Child for her again. Each mortal Man hath care. The poor, that he His frugal morsel may obtain: the Rich, To keep the Wealth he has. For Nature Hath the Heavenly Father endless Care; For Rich and Poor, and Nature's Cares besides. Care is Love to the Earth ! He who without it lives, Ah! knows he aught of Life? knows and feels he thee, Thou ever sacred, ever bounteous Nature? Master Dietrich did not wish to make any subtle distinction between Care and Sorrow, and all relating thereto, but Master Deside- rius, whose Symbol was " nemini cedo" (I yield to no one), refuted him by saying : There is Care in loving, Care in being be- loved, in living and in acting; there is noth- ing but Care among reasonable beings ; and because God has intended it so to be, I sup- pose there must be unreasonable beings I know not where or from whence, but some- where in the World, at Brussels or at Leyden, wherever they may now be sitting ! With reasonable people nothing leads to Sorrow and Unhappiness ; for the opposing Power of a courageous Mind scarcely allows Care to spring from the knowledge and experience of 172 PEACE IN LIFE. the World. Look now at our dear cheerful Peter Gutschaaf! He does credit, yea even honour to his Name ! * He has only Care, and not even that ; for what he has at any time to experience of Life, to which the Wife belongs above all things, comes to him through the dear voice of his Daughter, and penetrates to his Heart warmly and refreshingly ! This is as it ought to be, and so may it always continue, dear Peter Gutschaaf; you are a true Man ! He held out his Hand across the Table to Master Gutschaaf) and his Daughter also laid her little Hand therein, which seemed to have an agreeable effect on the suffering, self-deny- ing, unmarried old Man, for he held her Hand a long time, and seemed lost in Thought. But he could not resist playing the Wag once again. For Master Gutschaaf^ moved by the touch- ing scene, poured out the whole of his sad Heart in these Words : Yes, I cannot help saying that he alone can be happy who has a Wife and Children ! Others cannot so much * Gutschaaf good or patient sheep. Translator. PEACE IN LIFE. 173 as be unhappy not at least in a real, hu- man, heart-rending manner ! I certainly know nothing about such Un- happiness, said Master Desiderius. As for me, I commend all Wives ! And Bernard of Orley whispered audibly in the ear of Master Dietrich : Because his Mother was none ! To this Desiderius rejoined : My Father never married, and you know from the Scrip- tures that in Heaven they neither marry nor are given in Marriage. Now I put it to you all, my dear Sirs and Masters, who ought to know best, whether it is not just on this ac- count that it is called Heaven ? You know how to make for yourself a Heaven upon Earth ! said Dietrich. And you in like manner a Hell ! rejoined Desiderius. Master Gutschaaf laughed till the Tears ran down his old pale cheeks. Dost thou not think, my little Susan, said he, that it would have been a very bad affair for thee if I had not married ? Very bad ! said she, assenting, and smiled abstractedly. , 174 PEACE IN LIFE. And still worse for me ! said Gutschaaf. Still worse ! said the dear Child. But now all is well ! said he. Oh ! so well ! replied she softly. And the old Man wept for Joy. Long life to you, Master Gutschaaf! to you, and all your Relations, near and distant. The whole Family of Gutschaaf, long may they live ! exclaimed Desiderius. Long may they live ! exclaimed all. Albert had poured out a Glass of lachrymce Christi for every one to drink this Toast. But his Neighbour Master Desiderius strangely but smilingly refused these Tears, saying at the same time : I have no Wife, good Mas- ter Albert. Rhine-wine is to me the only Wine! The edge was taken from the severe Words of Desiderius, so that they cut not the Heart of Albert, by the conduct of the good little Lamb, who drank to her Father's health along with the others and whispered across the table to Al- bert : I drink to my Mother also ! He then with Tears in his Eyes drank to the health of the Mother of his Daughter. The company then broke up, and the good PEACE IN LIFE. 175 Masters departed, according as each was pressed by domestic disquietude, at nine, ten, or eleven o'clock. Peter Gutschaaf remained the longest. Such an Honour had never before been conferred on him, who was a mere Illuminist. His little Daughter wrapped him in his fur Great-coat, observed a Wine-stain on his Lace-collar, patted him on the Cheek, kissed him and said very softly: Do not allow the Stain to spoil your Pleasure ! To-morrow morning, before my Mother is up, it will be all washed out and plaited up again. Thereupon she lighted the Lantern, took leave, pressed Alberts Hand, who with irresistible Sadness drew the dear Child towards him, took her in his arms, pressed her to his Heart, and kissed her on the Forehead. Her Father thanked him for the great Honour. Albert went sorrowfully to his Chamber. He threw himself on his Bed without undressing; the Lamp burned dimly, while he lay looking before him, his Fancy floating in half-waking Dreams. A Gust of the damp dewy Wind then struck upon the Window ; he felt much oppressed ; and although he had not seen the Door open, yet there stood his Wife before him in the middle of the Room ! 176 PEACE IN LIFE. Agnes! art thou here? exclaimed he, filled with astonishment. He gazed at her. She was so young, so fresh ; only pale, quite different from Mortals! The boundaries of human Ex- istence disappeared before him he thought the form was that of his Daughter, whom the Earth so long before had snatched away from him, now so perfect and so gloriously grown up in the Gardens of Paradise ! And why should it not be so ? But how was she then here? Yet she was there ! That was the most blessed moment of his Life ! his Heart over- flowed with Rapture! He listened, expecting she would speak to him would supplicate him to return to her Mother! For it was for this she appeared to be come ! But ah ! it was not his Daughter, for she would have smiled on him; and this Agnes looked angrily at him ! gloomily and reproachfully ! And yet big Tears stood in her Eyes. She seemed to wish to approach him, she spread out her arms longingly towards him, but when he hastened to meet her, she pushed him away from her and fled. He wished to detain her, and caught her long flowing Hair in his hand ; he held her fast ; she bent back her Head yieldingly, as if to save PEACE IN LIFE. 177 herself from Pain. It then occurred to him that he might be dreaming; at the same time she uttered a loud Cry ; he let go his hold, and his Wife had disappeared ; the room was in dark- ness; there was scarcely Starlight to be seen without, and the damp Wind swept past the Windows. He now perceived how deeply his Wife lived in his Soul. It did him good to conclude from this Vision that his Agnes perhaps felt an in- ward longing for him ! He hesitated now daily between staying and going. He waited how- ever the answer to a Letter he had written to Pirkheimer^ in which he had recounted the above occurrence. The Answer arrived. Pirkheimer wrote that Agnes expected him of herself on St. John's Day;* only she was very angry that he had held her so fast, and showed him some loose Hair, which she had probably torn out herself that Night in her anguish.f Moreover Clara * The 24th of June, the day of the Nativity of St. John the Bap- tist. It is also called Midsummer Day. Translator. t I do not recollect whether I had not previously recounted to her something of what Albert had written about the way in which he had held her in his Dream. I was very angry when I reproached 12 178 PEACE IN LIFE. had returned Home, the Convent having been shut up ; Agnes had renewed her youthful Friendship with her, and seemed relieved by speaking to her of Albert. As a Motto to the Letter, were these words of St. Chrysostom : " It is easier to rule a Nation, than a Soul." Having now come to the resolution of return- ing Home and living out the Life appointed him by God, Albert was a new Man. He also thought, especially now, that he had committed no Injustice by his Separation. The little word " and " was his Comfort : He who separates from his Wife, and marries another, he alone does wrong. There is no one who leaves House, or Parents, or Brothers, or Wife, or Children, for the Kingdom of Heaven's sake, who does not receive fourfold again in this Life, and in the World to come Life everlasting. But the King- dom of God and his Righteousness, said he in parting from her, is peace and joy. And Peace he wished to leave with her, without thinking of Joy for himself. But that was now impossible. He scarcely stopped to refresh himself on. the long Journey home to Agnes, for he could not her with her conduct, and had in consequence an attack of my old enemy the Gout. W. P. PEACE IN LIFE. 179 overcome his Heart's Sickness, like one who forgets, plays, or sleeps away his childish Ill- nesses. It was, then, on the Evening of St. John's Day that Albert arrived at the fruitful Fields near N'drnberg. The setting Sun shone upon the Citadel and Towers of the City so warmly, so familiarly ! Ah ! there is only one beautiful Sun for every one, and it is that which rises and sets on his native City ! In other lands it is only a cold Mock-sun, a wandering Star, the delusive Vision of the Home-Sun, which follows us like a Ghost. Albert intended to wait for the Twilight. His Thoughts swarmed forth, like Bees out of a Hive, when borne home from a strange Pastu- rage ; they hovered around Flowers, blooming Linden- Trees, and golden Clouds, and his Soul began to muse, as in the first bright season of Youth. He ascended a Hill close by, fqom which he had a View of the Road. The Lin- dens towered aloft ; the well-known Stone-bench was concealed by the waving Corn, in which the note of the Quail was heard. He now ad- vanced. His Heart beat ; he saw two Females sitting, one leaning to the right and the other to 180 PEACE IN LIFE. the left. He approached softly they slept! The one in the golden Hood and the blue Dress was his Agnes ! The other, in the simple white Dress and Veil, on which shone the rosy lustre of the setting Sun was Clara ! Both had come out to meet him. Agnes wished perhaps, by the presence of the other, to moderate Alberts Tears, or her own Words, and to show him at the same time that she was reconciled, that she was tolerant, that she would endure and love, what he did not hate ! He stood, and gazed upon them both in silence. What a Sight ! what Thoughts ! They did not awake, nor did he wish to wake them. He sat down at last between them, looked and mused, and, wearied as he was, he also fell into a Slumber. When he awoke, he perceived that his Head was resting gently on Clards Shoulder for the golden Hood to the left was gone. Agnes had waked first ; she had seen him then in that position, in which he had found himself, resting on her Friend, not on her she had thought Ah ! she was gone ! The saffron haze of Evening was now broad and faint on the Hori- zon ; therefore she must have been long gone. Poor Soul ! said he aloud ! PEACE IN LIFE. 181 Clara awoke. Poor Soul? asked she, rising; was it not Alberts voice that spoke thus ? He took her Hand. She missed Agnes, then held her Hand before her Eyes, and again leaning back, said for the second time with a low voice : Poor Soul! And yet this also is a holy Even- ing, for here is an Angel ! thought he, looking up thankfully towards Heaven. Albert's House was closed. They now went silently wandering side by side towards the City. Clara did not raise her Eyes. He accompanied her home to Pirkheimer's House ; the door was opened, and she entered in silence. For the poor Soul could not say Good-night to him now; the words died upon her lips. But the old sad Smile was again seen upon his Countenance. He then returned to his own House, and looked for a time at some Children, who were catching Glow-worms. The door then opened. Susanna, who did not observe him sitting on the seat, went past to draw water. He then stole away to his own room, and went quietly to bed with an Evening Hymn on his lips. Art thou still asleep ? said Agnes to him in the Morning on entering. She sat down near him on the bed, and held his hand, Indifference 182 PEACE IN LIFE. on her Features, but he felt that in reality her Agitation was extreme. Breakfast is ready, she then said to him, with a faint smile. She contemplated her pale, emaciated Husband then was heard the sound of the Death-worm picking in the wood of the bed; she became deadly pale, put her hand on her Heart, and scarcely breathed the Worm went on picking. She then gravely arose, and went from him with an averted Countenance. He now sat by her, as if nothing had hap- pened. Everything was as of old, Mind and Heart, Joy and Sorrow. Only she had become more silent, as if speaking had formerly annoyed him. It certainly was a distinguishing feature in her Character, that she said everything that others, more considerate, think, but do not ex- press : for Woman is Woman. But he saw, notwithstanding that she wished to improve, and that was a satisfac- tion to him. She had taken Susanna's Daugh- ter, who was now grown up into the House, and they all again ate at the same Table. She now begged his Friends to come often, very often to see him ! In doing so, she cast her Eyes on the ground, and kept turning round PEACE IN LIFE. 183 the golden Wedding Ring. She exchanged with him the Bed that had the Messenger of Death in it, and now slept therein herself. All this was much! But Habit was more! She still took everything her Husband said to her as a Command, and though within her rebel- lious Heart there was a powerful struggle, still for all that, it was quietly done after the lapse of some days. It is true that Agnes had rated herself very highly ; but who can blame a fallible being for this ? For he is to be despised who, as a human Creature, does not consider himself as worthy of Estimation as any one in the World. Her Beauty had heightened still more this estimate of herself and yet Agnes had not rated her own value highly enough ! and the injured Dignity of Love had never allowed her clearly to perceive how much Happiness she might have imparted. She passed her Life under a continual sense of Injury, while the recognition of her Husband's Worth and Love might perhaps have extorted from her first Obedience, and then Reverence. But her Thoughts were penetrated by one who had penetrated and turned those of many others besides, and animated them to newness 184 PEACE IN LIFE. of Life by the clearness and vigour of his In- tellect. This was Melancthon. He came to Ntirnberg in the following May, to preside at the opening of the Gymnasium of St. Egidius. The Silver Marriage of Agnes's Sister took place also about the same time.* They all assembled at Church to receive the Blessing for the Golden Marriage. Melancthon stood before the Altar, Agnes and Albert next to the Pair. Pirkheimer had perhaps thought that the Wives, listening in silence, would receive a word of Warning from another, from a Stranger who spoke without design ; that a Hint is often sufficient to change their whole manner of Life, leading them thereby to look within, and in the Word spoken to see them- selves, clear as in a Glass. And all this with- out any exposure to the World. He might therefore perhaps, as the Friend of both Hus- bands, have given a hint to the Orator who had consented to preside, to scatter Seed which, besides growing up now, would certainly bring * Allusion is here made to a custom which prevails in Germany of having a grand celebration when a couple have been married twenty-five years, and this is called " The Silver Marriage.'* Another takes place when they have been fifty years married, and it is called " The Golden Marriage.' 1 Translator. PEACE IN LIFE. 185 forth good Fruits in this City for Centuries. For Melancthon, without looking at Agnes, said to the assembly of Men and Wives and young Women, among other things, the following: There is certainly nothing more unnatural than a disobedient Wife. Slaves cannot obey, for they are not free ; neither do Children under- stand how to obey, for Obedience is the Key- stone of all Cultivation and Freedom, and the fruit of Love and Reason at the same time. Where Obedience is awanting, Freedom fails also, from being an oppression to itself ; Love, too, fails, or Reason, if not both. But every one must be subject to the Law which is given him. The Husband and Wife may certainly hold converse together as to equal Virtue and Honour, regarding their rank as Citizens and human Beings, and of equal Protection of their particular Rights, but not of equal rights! because the Duties and Obligations of the Husband, his position with regard to the World and his native Land, are incomparably higher. Only those who are equal in reality have equal Rights before God and Man. Even equal Science and Art and Cultivation do not give a right to Disobedience on the part of the 186 PEACE IN LIFE. Wife; much less Beauty, a white Skin, or bright Gold. For the Man and the House and the Wife herself cannot subsist, if she does not, from Love and sacred Respect to the ancient and divine Duty of her Sex, cheerfully make the Will of her Husband her own. And let us consider ! As the Man, in his earlier Years, was often subject to many restraints, so was the Wife in like manner, before she entered his House. She must learn what is taught her; she cannot choose for herself her Station, her Fortune, her Occupations, nor even her Husband for the delicacy of the feminine nature will in no age admit of this. She enters a Town with him, she enters the House in which he dwells, she undertakes to superintend the circle of domestic affairs, into which he has led her, and in which she must lead. She becomes thereby truly his Wife. She must take little Strangers to her Heart, foster them, and also love them without having been able to choose them. And nothing of all this seems strange to her, for it is done in Obedience to sacred Nature, and thus blest by God. It seems quite unnatural to her to consider when and where she should be obedient to her Hus- PEACE IN LIFE. 187 band. He only silently desires it from the same Law of Nature ; and if this universal Mother has as it were commanded Obedience on the part of the Wife by her Love towards her Husband, she has also lightened it, yea, made it sweet and animating; for the loving Wife scarcely knows that she obeys ; she does all for her Husband, before he even asks. It is only the cold, insipid, capricious, ungrateful, who feel the Fetters, because they are without Affection. A continually-increasing Disobe- dience is but the decrease of the power of Love, and the decline of Amiability, and Firm- ness of Character and this also on the part of the Husband. A Woman then loses her respect for a Man, because she sees in him no unselfish Protector ; for it is not the outward form of a Man which calls for Love and Respect but the Nobility of the Soul, which alone can live, and inspire Confidence, as being in its nature lasting. He, however, who loves his Wife, allows her to rule and reign in her own department, because she is a Woman and his Wife, and when prudent and wise, under- stands all these things better than he. What concerns himself, however, as the acting and 188 PEACE IN LIFE. reasoning Spirit of the House, that he has a Right to claim, if it be not done from free Will; that is to say, from Reason. For he is Lord of the House, and the Father of the Children, the support of his Wife, her stay in Life, yea even after his Death ; as the San that has just gone down sheds its influence on the Rainbow, which with its lovely and varied Colours, hovers yet a while in Clouds over the teeming Earth ; till becoming ever dimmer and fainter, it at last by degrees ex- pires from beneath, but still beautiful and dis- cernible even to the last faint trace of its Arch ! But by Disobedience his little Kingdom is dis- solved ; yea Cities and States secretly decline, where the Man is not the Head of the House. For from Disobedience arises Opposition, and from Opposition Strife; and where Strife is, there Law and Happiness go to wreck. But where the Wife is properly trained and accus- tomed to Obedience, then the Man rules mildly, only asking and counselling, being satisfied with the Knowledge of his Power. By ruling, however, he himself learns to be subject, and submits to it willingly ; for he who does not find Obedience where he should command it, PEACE IN LIFE. 189 relaxes again in his turn his obligations towards mankind in general. Therefore herein also is the Wife the Guardian-spirit of her Husband, when the love with which her Heart is imbued impels her to Subjection, because indeed it would be a shame for her to command, to rule ! And even Obedience is scarcely so useful, as Disobedience is injurious, by the Self-will and Confidence in her own Wisdom which it dis- plays. Obedience argues no want of Wisdom or title to Respect. No : this primitive Bond, which is the Glory and Security of Woman, can in no Age be dissolved, founded as it is on the Softness of her Nature, and calculated to produce the purest Happiness. Foolish Fear! through Obedience to sink down to the condition of a Servant ! It was by Obedience that Mary became the Blessed among Women. May Happiness and Prosperity, then, be the lot of the Obedient! of her who places implicit trust in the Will of another, whom she loves, whom she thereby makes happy, who meets her half-way, who knows not how to thank her sufficiently for all the Love and Kindness she is always so liberally bestowing on him! How insensible must be the Heart of that Woman who is not satisfied with such a Reward ! 190 PEACE IN LIFE. Albert's Silver Marriage, which had taken place seven Years before, had not been cele- brated; no one came to wish him joy of it! The Day was spent in sorrowful Thoughts. He now observed, that when Melancthon pro- nounced anew the Benediction on the Couple, Agnes, who during the address had been dis- solved in Tears, secretly clung to the dress of her Sister, that she might receive the Blessing along with her. As on the Day of her Mar- riage, one of her Cheeks was pale, the other in a glow. That she, however, should consider the Blessing of this Man efficacious, was to Albert a Sign that she had returned to the old simple Faith, perhaps for his sake, knowing that he was attached to it. That moved him to his Heart's Core, and he also touched the Clothing of the old Bridegroom ! Returned Home again, Agnes wept, and that openly ! Alberts Strength was gone, he felt that it was so. And alas ! the Fear of his Death now scared away Agnes from him again! When he began gently to speak of it, and to tell her which of his Pictures he considered the best; for which after he was gone she should expect the highest Price; how she might be PEACE IN LIFE. 191 able to arrange this or that in the best manner possible for herself alone then she was dumb and motionless as a Marble Statue, and he spent many sorrowful Days, till the Gloom that overspread her Existence passed away, and thereby Peace was restored to him again. Formerly he had to endure Grief on account of her Temper and Conduct, till he could bear it no longer, and at last sunk under it by de- grees : now she saw him borne down through her, and had to bear his sorrow on her account, and her own fresh Sorrow for him ! This only doubled his Pain, and could not now be re- deemed. She silently did everything to please him, to comfort him, to cheer him for the Mo- ments yet to come but to recompense him for what? for many long Years of Sorrow! She now wished suddenly to make up to him for all, to impart Joy to him but for what? For his Death. He was now therefore obliged to avoid being cheerful, and the poor Soul, alas ! ceased in consequence in the end, either to try to enliven him, or to be cheerful her- self or even to appear so. And thus they both sunk into Silence and patient Endurance. They only smiled upon each other. This was 192 PEACE IN LIFE. certainly the extreme of Wretchedness, which no one on Earth seemed to be able to relieve or remove and yet it was at length removed, and his long oppressed Heart found Peace in Life. For, softened by the quiet kindliness of feel- ing which had lately possessed her, Agnes now disclosed her real Feelings, but only gradu- ally, at intervals of Days and in broken Sen- tences. She had been playing one day in the garden with her little Brother Johannes; he had put a small polished stone into his mouth ; finding afterwards a Bird's Nest, and holding in his breath for joy, he had choked on the Stone ; his Face became red, he sunk down, and kick- ing with his Feet, stared at her with glazed eyes; she hid herself, from childish fear; their Father, on coming home, had inquired for Ag- nes before inquiring for Johannes ; he went to search for her, and found him ! When they were carrying away poor little Johannes to bury him, Agnes, looking longingly after him from a window in the upper floor, had fallen over and struck her Head on the Pavement, and she let Albert feel the hollow, which was even PEACE IN LIFE. 193 perceptible to the Eye, from a slight depression of the Hair. Now it had been the fond Wish and Dream of the poor Girl, to build an Altar to the little Johannes , whose Life perhaps might have been saved had it not been for her Flight at which a Priest paid by her- self should say Mass every Morning for him and for her.* She now also began gently to complain that she did not hear well when the Wind blew from Ftirth.^ It then came to light by degrees that the Wind had certainly, during many fine Sea- sons, very often blown from Ftirth.$ The conversation once turned upon Dreams, and it was remarked that any one could find out the most secret Thoughts of the Heart of another when he speaks in his Sleep, by seiz- * It appears then that Agnes's Frugality arose from Repent- ance, from Piety ! And she concealed it too, because it was a Catholic Piety, not wishing to confess it to Albert, who was Evan- gelical, that she might at least appear Reasonable to him, and not vex him by old Absurdities. W. P. f Furth is a village near Niirnberg, and this complaint of not hearing well when the wind blew from it, must be some local superstition. Translator. \ This Excuse may be admitted. W. P. 13 194 PEACE IN LIFE. ing and holding him by the great Toe of the left Foot ; then he reveals all. Agnes had once during the Honeymoon, when she heard Albert speaking in his Sleep, seized and held him by the great Toe of the left Foot, had listened and heard him say : " The Serpent with the human Countenance pleases me not! Potiphar's Wife is nothing more than beau- tiful! a great fault! An alluring Sin allures to Sin Flight would here again be the most desirable ! " These Words she foolishly applied to her- self,* when they were probably only a succes- sion of Images which he beheld in his Dreams. Vain as she was of her Beauty, she had pre- ferred allowing a thousand mental Faults to be attributed to her, rather than one bodily. Her Frugality, as it was now explained the spurring on to work the brightening up of * Thus the Superstitions of others may be destructive to us! It will never be well here, that is, on this side of the Mountains, till Superstition is also banished from the other side, that is, from among the Ultramontanes. There will be no Peace till then; for the Foolish are continually breaking and destroying Peace. To be Wise alone is of no avail. Therefore he who has Reason on his side must not be silent; he must not remain inactive. It is from Heaven he has received his right to work. W. P. PEACE IN LIFE. 195 the Gold, what else were they but the Pen- ance of a pious Nature, seeking Atonement for a supposed Crime? The Cheerfulness Albert had maintained dur- ing the whole of his past Life was gone, was now entirely lost but his Life by no means so! His mental Faculties, his Fancies, his Desires, had richly indemnified him, and he was enabled to impart to others the feelings of Pleasure which had been denied to himself Ah ! and also the Powers which he still possessed, without having known or dreamt of them! He now became conscious of a new Faculty in Man, that of being able to re- nK>del the Past, according to his present Pow- ers and Perceptions ! a Faculty which almost of itself would demonstrate that Man is of Di- vine Origin. With the Torch of his present Knowledge, he went far back into the Hall of other Days. Images in an innumerable suc- cession of Chambers were there to be seen. And as he began to wander with his Torch, the old Forms which were resting there rose up once again, and they looked at him differ- ently, arid he looked at them differently; they whispered to him, and he whispered to them, 196 PEACE IN LIFE. what he now knew that he knew not formerly ; their Countenances were peaceful, and his Soul came to an Understanding with theirs; and from the Cultivated of every Age he parted reconciled and with a Smile; and he roused those of the following Age, and conciliated them also. But he himself was also to be seen there ! a poor, melancholy, embarrassed Man, who sat and painted in all the Chambers and looked pitifully at him! To this Self, during all these long days so desolate and lonely, he also reconciled himself ; and his Forms all smiled now, arose, and wished to follow him through all the Chambers of the Hall of other days, even up into the last Chamber even out into the great Hall of the Sun to Agnes, where she now lived and breathed, a changed, improved, and estimable being, and where he alone was permitted to wander he, the living, the blest ! But they only looked after him and said : We now willingly remain here in the Hall t>f the Past ; thou hast revived us, and poured fresh "Water on us, like faded Flowers ! Thou hast breathed a bright Soul into thine own dead Works! We thank thee that thou didst come down and dwell with us. Mayst PEACE IN LIFE. 197 thou be happy, till thou comest thyself, or till thou dost Arrive at the End of thine own Course ! He thus filled up again the spoiled Wine of his Life with fresh sweet Must, and it fer- mented and cast out the Dregs, and was pal- atable, although not so sweet as the Must! To see his Agnes thus excused, was a Cor- dial to his Heart, and imparted Power to his Mind yet once more to flame forth. But with already broken Heart, he could only now direct her attention to the preserva- tion of his Works. He completed those that were only half finished, destroyed such as were no longer practicable, overlooked everything and rejoiced in his Life. Even the saddest Year has sunny Blinks, and Seed thrives in good Ground even in a bad Year ; and the Year is twice beautiful, when the Trees blos- som, and when they exhibit red and yellow Fruits, in the interval everything is uniformly green and green ! There lay now on the large Table the Fruits of his Labours; his Work: Instruction; for the use of all Lovers of the Arts; four Books on the Proportions of the 13* 198 PEACE IN LIFE. human Body ; the Great Passion ; the Revela- tion of St. John ; the Life of Mary ; 104 Sheets of Engravings ; 367 Sheets of Woodcuts ; the whole of the Pictures in his own list were to the number of 1254 Pieces. The Scholars also whom he had trained arrived to see him ; one of them, indeed, was the Pope's Painter and Architect at Rome. He inspected the Medals which were struck in honour of him ; fifty dif- ferent Likenesses were scarcely sufficient to supply the demands which came from all quar- ters. He was most struck with a Medal of him, on which were his arms: An open Gate with two Wings ; on the crest a grown Man without Arms. Thus the Past may often prove an indication of the Future! The open Gate was the Gate to Heaven. The grown Man without Arms was he, the Dead. What was there in his Life that he could now change ? what improve ? It was God alone who could change the Peace he had found in Life, to Peace in Death. So farewell, my Albert! The Italians called thee Alberto Duro ! but that thou wert not, either in Art or in Life. Thus Albert peacefully awaited Death, as he PEACE IN LIFE. 199 had peacefully lived. Almighty God be gra- cious to him, and grant him a happy End! There sat I, poor Wilibald, leaning on my Hands and weeping. The foreign Artists who had wished to serenade him, began to do so now, and in the Stillness of the Night, the soft Tones of the Flutes and Flageolets penetrated from the street till they reached my Ear and that of the dying Man. In the room under me, while I was reading, Agnes had sung all sorts of Songs in her Anguish, at last even a drinking Song ! I could not smile at this. Al- bert had had the enjoyment of one cheerful Heart, and that was his own. He would not otherwise have known what a Treasure God has implanted in the Bosom of Man. His Wife had diligently digged for it, and brought the bright and shining Treasure to the Day. And how much he had accomplished! I therefore now perceived that nothing can repress the energy of a true Artist, and that nothing is a Misfortune to him. He might perhaps 200 PEACE IN LIFE feel better and easier in one way than another but whatever is in an Artist's Soul is drawn forth by the World, whether it be in Rain or in Sunshine. And what he succeeded in was no Trifle for that was his Life. If he expe- rienced Suffering, it was because he loved, and that was better than being happy without lov- ing, if indeed any one can be happy without loving! Love always makes one's own Heart happy : let every one rest assured of this. And he who is a genuine Artist is full of Love. A Woman always and everywhere marries the Man alone, and not his Trade ; therefore let every one boldly marry the Woman he loves, and let no Woman fear to marry an Artist, for she may be as happy with him as with another, even were she in all respects an Ag- nes. A woman without Fault or Failing is an Angel, and will always be so in every sit- uation ; yea, and what is more will appear so! But had Albert described himself as an unhappy Man in his married Life ? Certainly not. What had I perceived or discovered on reading it, but just the longing after pure Hap- piness ? And the description of his Agnes had represented to me very vividly such a Wife as PEACE IN LIFE, 201 an Artist stands in need of, and better than I could have pictured to myself in the form of a peacefully-happy Wife. And thus my Albert had had the best possible experience of a Wife. For as he himself as a Painter once said on the subject of Delineation, so it is; that in a Picture, Light first arises from Shade that Light indeed becomes only properly visible by means of Shade, and when we perceive that the bright Sun of Heaven shines through them. The great Lord of All could not have impart- ed to him a more vivid Conception of what the Wife of an Artist ought to be, than by giving him one, by giving him his own, one, who would have made an Artist miserable, had he not, as every one can and may, taken refuge in his Art, and in his own high and noble Thoughts and Feelings, as my Albert did. Thus was he nevertheless happy! For in every one who is unhappy, there lies concealed a Ca- pacity for Happiness, yea an inexhaustible Fe- licity of Soul, if he knows how to call it forth ; and if he cannot do so, then he deserves to suffer. Also Contrast was not awanting to Albert, but he touched on it slightly and cau- tiously; for there soared Crescenzia, and there 202 PEACE IN LIFE. hovered Clara also over him like an Angel, who wished to come down to him, but dared not. In the Deprivation of Happiness, lies thousand-fold Happiness. Albert thus learned what a Wife might be and oh ! that they themselves understood what they might be to a Husband! and he lived it all in Thoughts and Wishes, and revelled in the longed-for Enjoyment. Oh! the sweet Charm of Life! the ever Joy-inspiring race of Women ! And thus I now looked upon him as happy! happier than one who is led by his Wife all his Life, foolishly occupied with her Dress, her Vanities, her Pleasures, and her worldly ways of think- ing. Agnes led him into the Depths of the Heart, led him daily back to the Artist's only true and immoveably-clear Source. Even a hard Life is better for him than an easy one. By these Thoughts, thus excited, I was pre- pared to see our dear Mistress Anges enter, whose Sufferings only in reality began with the Death of Albert. She now appeared at the Door. I went towards her, and took her Hand, which trembled. She followed me like a Spectre. She looked at the Master. She looked at the Child. The Flutes sounded on, PEACE IN LIFE. 203 so sweetly ! so softly ! Ah ! it is at the hour of Death that Music is truly for the first time Music; in Life it is only a Sound, awakening Remembrance of the Past, or Foreboding of the Future. Now it was truly the Call of the Angels from Heaven. A Messenger now suddenly and roughly en- tered the silent holy Chamber. He besought me to come Home. Clara my poor, gentle sister Clara was just dead; perhaps from Anguish and Fear that Albert was dying ! for she had heard Agnes begging me to go to him. The shivering of the Glass, which Agnes knocked in, had drawn her to the Window over my Head. As I went out, she whispered down to me tenderly : Do not be angry with him, my Brother ! God be with you ! Alas ! these then had been her last Words ! I wept bitterly. Why should I now go Home ? The Dead wait full of Patience. Albert had evidently heard the announce- ment that had just been made to me. He opened his Eyes. Agnes scarcely ventured to approach him : she showed as much forbear- ance as to allow him to die in Peace, instead of grieving him once more by the remembrance 204 PEACE IN LIFE. of all his Sufferings, which the sight of her would have called forth. She knelt at his Bed, concealing her Head. He, however, lifted his Hand, laid it on her Head, and said with a faltering Voice : Follow thou me ! Thou wert good I have entertained an Angel. No ! I have ! sobbed Agnes, and I knew it not, I believed it not! There thou wilt see into my Heart ! said he ; how I always told thee ; I was not gentle, not good enough for I suffered, for I was full of Love He expired with the word " Love " upon his Lips. The Flutes sounded on, and it seemed as if their Tones accompanied his Soul to Heaven. In the Churchyard of St. John rests all that was mortal of him. Strew Flowers over him, oh Wanderer! THE CAMBRIDGE: PRIX U.C. BERKELEY LIBRARIES" C003331045