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Of all our author's minor pieces, "The Lay of This quality of earnestness, joined to his intense the Bell” most delights us by its pathetic power, appreciation of humanity, his comprehensiveness, fine execution, and true and striking views of and philosophic insight, specially fitted him to the individual life of man. Take the follow. write history. That he produced fragments only,
however admirable, and not a complete historical From the steeple
work, was owing to circumstances, not the inade. Tolls thc bell,
quacy of his resources. The hand that could so Deep and heavy
vividly pour tray the opposite characters of Gustavus The death knell !
Adolphus and Wallenstein—the one so brave and Guiding with dirge-note, solemn, sad, and slow,
noble, the other so commanding in his wilful and To the last home earth's weary wanderers know.
selfish ambition, was fairly equal to other and It is that worship'd wifeIt is that faithful mother
greater undertakings. Schiller too, possessed Whom the dark Prince of Shadows leads benighted, that which our own most popular historians fatally From that dear arm where oft she hung delighted ; lack-reverence, lofty purpose, and faith in the Far from those blithe companions, born
religious feelings and nobler attributes of man. Of her, and blooming in their morn; On whom, when couch'd her heart above,
Mere pictures, very clever, but too soulless to So often look'd the mother-love!
awaken serious emotion, or to touch the depths of Ah! rent the sweet home's union band
the heart, Schiller could not have written-he And never, never more to come!
better understood and felt the solemn import, She dwells within the shadowy land,
mystery, and meaning which belong to history. Who was the mother of that home! How oft they miss that tender guide,
This same quality of truth-loving earnestness The care-- the watch the face—the MOTHER;
pervades his dramas. It is owing to this cause And where she sate the babes beside,
that they are deficient in what is termed character. Sits with unloving looks-another!
ization. Schiller was too much of a moral teacher
- he felt too deeply as a man to divest himself of No two writers could differ more widely in their his own proper personality. His subjectivity of mental character than did Goethe and Schiller. self-consciousness was much too great for that The conditioned environed Goethe, and his aims self-abnegation necessary to success in the creation were definite. Schiller's sphere was the absolute; of dramatic character. Hence it is that in his and the ideal perfection which haunted his soul plays we are most impressed with his glowing was the object which, with unceasing energy and poetry-bis pure, elevated sentiments and imagery, effort, he strove to realise and embody.. The gar- and his wealth of thought. We are not made to den-house at Jena was the witness of his martyr. realise, as in Shakespere, the distinctive indivizeal. The strong pressure of the keen, ardent duality of his characters. Posa, Thekla, Mas spirit, all too soon wore out its feeble encasement. Piccolomini, the Maid of Orleans, are much less It was on the 9th of May, 1805, at the age of 49, individuals than disguises of Schiller—and exthat the gentle, devoted, and noble-hearted Freder. ick Schiller closed his eyes in death. But it is ponents, not of their several personalities, but of
him. It is but natural to expect that this earnest the glory of genius that its products remain a type of mind should unfit Schiller for writing perennial source of refreshment and delight.
comedy. The tender, the grave, the pathetic, the So nicely poised and so symmetrical in their heroic, and all the deeper and grander passions of structure were Schiller's faculties that it is not in the heart, he had aptitude to express, and capacity one department of literature only that he excels. to unfold; but he could not bend from his upward Not simply as a dramatist, but as an historian, a
gaze to toy with the mere oddities and follies of poet, a philosophic writer on art, and a novelist life. Humour, if he possessed it, lay latent and has he evinced the extent of his sympathies, and undeveloped. In his early studies of Shakespere, the strength and variety of his powers. He was he was offended at what he deemed the unseemly the pioneer of that cluster of poets who at the intrusions of the jests of fools and clowns. In beginning of the present century shed a new glory his view they were unwarrantable breaks and jars on British literature—and he exerted upon them upon the diguity of the sentiment, and the grana perceptible influence — the influence which deur of the conception. Afterwards, he better genius combined with lofty moral earnestness can- understood the English dramatist, and the mode not fail to exert. Earnestness, indeed, was his of nature. But so far as his own compositions predominating quality. Whatever was grand or are concerned, jesting, and the wit of Fordnoble in sentiment and action had peculiar affinity playing are excluded. All his dramas, if we may for the mind of Schiller. With a nature so except the first part of “Wallenstein," are sincere and thoughtful, it was a necessity that he dignified and stately. It need not, of course, be should express the solemn verities felt and per- said, that to Shakespere's wondrous truth in ceived by his heart and intellect—and thus, he interpreting nature, the German writer can make takes status as a teacher-not of theological no pretension. Nor can he lay claim to the dogmas and doctrines—but of the truth which Alexibility and universality of genius displayed by seeks embodiment in art, and expression through the “ many-sided" Goethe. His, however, were literary forms.
the rare merits of another kind, which we have
tried shortly to indicate. And of these it is not his mind, an incentive to all that is noble, generous, the least, that he has bequeathed to mankind both and heroic, and an influence for all time on the in the example of his life, and in the productions of side of virtue.
THE CHILD AND THE LIL Y.
THE LILY. Lo a child with curling ringlets waving freely on the air- "Oh tiny little prattling child, already art so proud ? " I would question thee, sweet flower, of the God that made Dost thou wish for admiration, or the clamour of the crowd? thee fair;
'Tis with labour that the diamond sparkles like a drop of dew, See the lilies of the valley, how they beautify the soil, 'Tis with labour that the yellow ore assumes its sunlit hue ; And from morn till eve they labour not, they spin not, do 'Twas with labour and with patience that the banner of the not toil;
Cross Yet Solomon, in all his glory, never was arrayed
Was aplifted and was purified from worldliness and dross. Like the lily of the valley, or the primrose of the glade.
“ Dost thou envy us our indolence upon the sunny sward P " Thy Creator thus hath spoken, and I know not what it would'st thou only do good actions for the sake of the means,
reward? Though my heart is ever open, and for high instruction List-the stormy wind may scatter our fair blossoms on the
river, Every evening comes my father homeward, weary, seeking But thy youth will bloom and blossom through eternity for rest
ever ; But why art thou, O graceful lily, by no cares oppressed ? And the Being who is watching o'er the lily on the lea If such a life of constant toil must one day be my fate, Hath an eye of deep compassion for thy father and for thee.' I'd rather lay me down and die—for such a life I hate."
THE ROADS THROUGH THE WORLD.
THE EVERSTANE FOLK.
to have made the fortune of Mr. Mechi. The roads
through the farm might have been made good and The farm of Everstane was full two miles from serviceable for a few pounds less than was lost by Kirkhowe to the north. It was a cold-lying place, their haggard condition in any one year; for the and bad not a kindly soil
. The farm buildings horses could not draw half a load over them, even were placed on the top of a hill, and they had if their harness had ever been out of the need of beez erected many years before my time. The mending; or the carts ever been in repair. The Stevensons were then tenants on the farm, and corn yard, and the ground around the houses, were had held it for eight or ten years. They came centres of disorder. Litters of straw lay in any from far south to the land, and it was thought nook where it was sheltered from the wind. that they had given a high rent for wet and thin Young beasts strayed wherever their instinct led ground. The Stevensons were two brothers, one them; and, like human beings, they always went of whom only was married. Their principal traffic wrong. A flock of ducks and hens lived in perwas in cattle and sheep, bought at the markets fect independence of all control; and, of course, far in the north, and driven into England. By half the chickens. were eaten by the cats, or wor. reason of their frequent journeys to buy and sell ried by the dogs, and half the eggs were lost. beasts, the farm was neglected; and Everstane The men and women servants took their own had always a strushel look. The fields had be
course, even at the busy seasons; for one master tween them deep, broad ditches, and clumps of was north and another was south; while the misthorns for a hedge. The office houses stood in a tress was driving through the yard, chasing clothes row with the dwelling-house, and the thatch was put np to dry, and made waifs of by the blast; always flying down to our place, or somewhere on or so busy that she had never time to dress com. the way between us. A vast pool of greenish li pletely, and looked like a person raised out of a quid manure stood, summer and winter, within sleep on some exigency. Then Mrs. Stevenson's three or four feet of the front door, deep enough | life was one continued exigency. Three or four
young girls took of their mother. We had them | successful in his business, and had even attained at the school, aud they always seemed anxious to to the dignity and honour of a magistrate. In be doing something, and never had anything well that capacity he was distinguished by a systematic done. Johnnie Stevenson was an only son--a hunting down of poverty —not that he had not dour boy, hard as the quarry stones. I remember been poor, but he had struggled through, saving
appearance well before he left us, for he was and striving, to wealth, and he believed that every kept long enough at the school, though he learned person could and should follow his example. The nothing but arithmetic. He had no younger bro early path of the rich man is hid in the mists of thers, and had grown out of his ordinary jacket obscurity. How he laboured and lived few men and everything else—so that its sleeves came not knew. By what agonies his first thousand within two inches of his dirty hands and red pounds were accumulated, or whether they came wrists—while his trousers left a space between by a sudden stroke of fortune, he never chose to them and the top of his half-boots; and another tell. Afterwards he was subtle to all, subservient space was left yawuing wide between their upper to the rich, and hard to his workmen ; until the hem and those ample pockets of his vest that thousand pounds had grown into twenty; and then, seemed made to carry the contents of a little pack. the owner of a good name and a respectable man, Once, the comforter twisted round his neck had could have no difficulty in climbing onwards and been red; although now it was of many colours, upwards. He had an only sister, married to a and the bonnet on his uncombed hair had Scotch cattle-dealer. In the early part of his been blue. It covered a round, bullety bead, hard life he had nothing to spare for her, and as postand thick, with a petted face, strongly marked by age was costly, and neither of the relatives was bad temper, and mud cleaving to the skin, apt to waste upon the affections of the heart, their as if in defiance of water. The boy was spoiled ; communications were few and far between. In although that might have been originally a matter after years, discovering that a solitary man beof easy accomplishment. He had grown up like came weak, and one life too short for the es. the stirks at Everstane, without much kindly tablishment of a great name in the world, he tending, and he must have inherited the “
coup- bethought himself of his sister's son. The dising” propensities of his father, for he carried a cussion of his proposal was probably advanced by quantity of odds and ends, knives, marbles, and bad bargains in the cattle trade, and short crops. snuff-boxes, and bartered or bought industriously, At any rate, it was adopted, and we missed the and usually to a profit. He was not a likeable big, round head of Jock Steinson on the form boy, but he was far over my class and years ; and next the fire in the school house ever afterwards. we should not have known his propensities, if he A few years after that, the farm of Everstane was had not indulged a love for the young, originating given up, the stocking was sold, and the family in their being more safely bullied and more easily went back to the south country, where it was said cheated than the lads of his own age. Still, as he that the Steinsons got places as domestic servants, was the first among our schoolfellows, whom I re- and the old people were to live upon cow-keeping member, who left us for a far distant land, the in one of the large towns. Part of my informavery rumble of the cart wheels in which he sat, tion is only hearsay, for I was gone ere they left surrounded by bags, and chests, and sisters, as his Kirkhowe into another part of the world altogeuncle drove him past the school down to the town, ther, or a part I then would have thought out of on his road to London, appeared to have a melan- our world. choly, sullen sound. He was then a lad of sixteen It inight have been nearly thirty years from the or seventeen, and, as his mother had a brother who day when I noticed the cart with Jock Steinson had become amazingly rich in the great metropolis, that I next met him. It was a cold, raw day of - an event not in any way astonishing, if the old the fading summer. A thin mist, charged with foul. man was endowed with his relative's
qualifi- some vapours, which the learned call miasma, cations for successful trading—and as the London reeked off the Thames. The tide was far back, tradesman was an old unmarried bachelor, nothing and the sandbanks beneath Westminster Bridge better could have been devised for his nephew than looked like little islands. The common sewers to ship him off to his care; for Everstane, as be poured forth huge waves of wealth to farmers, now fore said, was a bad bargain made worse by bad turned into destruction, as they coloured the river management, and Jock Steinson had never evinced for some distance from their embochure. The the slightest love for hard work. The family may banks on each side were dreary; but those on have felt a natural sort of regret at parting with the south side looked like a dismal succession of their only brother and son, but it must have all wrecks after a storm. The passengers on the been lost upon him, for he had already adopted White Rose, the very ugliest steamer that ever the creed of selfishness; and was upon the road to carried passengers for twopence, made a rush to practise it. His uncle went to London before the the bow, and my eyes were abstracted from an able commencemeat of a great war. He was a hard pamphlet by a clever member of the Board of working person, with not a few good qualities, that Trade, which I was reading, as suitable to the somehow got choked up with the cares of the place and time, being an elaborate proof that the world and of riches. He had been wonderfully I value of liquid and urban manure is twenty to
THE NETHERSTANE FARM.
twenty-one millions sterling annually—to a passo common height and productiveness. Farther back ing barge, or boat, of most preposterous and uu. clustered the barn, byres, and stables, making gainly appearance ; as if the King of Siam had three sides of a square; and the centre at Ever. sent an ambassador to Westminster in his own stane would have been full of some green liquid, regal ship of state ; and there, upon what was that there was always absorbed in straw, and even probably the place of honour, stood the identical earth and weeds thrown upon the heap; for at that Jock Steinson, in a chain of gold and a skyreing time pipes to carry away liquids through fields, scarlet robe. I had long ere then read much of and steam-engines to thresh corn, far less steamthe transmigration of souls, and knew more of the ploughs to break up the rigs, or steam-scythes to transmutation of bodies; so that, although I had cut down the corn, had not been heard of. The heard nothing of Jock's prosperity, his appearance corn yard was at the north-west side, and the ricks neither astonished nor shocked me; for I bad were built to shelter the steading from the cold finished the semi-official demonstration touching winds from the glens, and on the north-east side liquid manure, as the boat touched Battersea the long hay and peat stacks were shelters from Bridge pier, and I abandoned the White Rose, of other cold winds, in winter. The steading of Ne- . which thereafter I learned nothing—although I therstane was thus like the British coustitution in came to know something of the passenger by the these days, and with considerably more reason, the grotesque barge.
envy of surrounding neighbours. Some even good people among them thought it too clean, neat, and upsetting for a small farm.
Subsequent experience in the world has con
vinced me that these things pay. I remember CHAPTER XIII.
once hearing the farmer of Netherstane complain
ing of his neighbours' weeds, which he said cost This farm was nearer to the village by a good him a good deal of money every year,
I could mile than the Everstane. It was also a smaller not see how that could be explained then ; but tenure, giving scarcely work for four good anyone would observe that the weeds never got horses; but the tenant was a hard-working man; up to flowering and seeding on his own farm. He and he laboured hard to bring in every patch of was always busy in removing stones and weeds springy soil, and every knowe of broom, while the when the ground was not covered, and it may be ditches between his fields could have been stepped doubted whether careless farming does not cost over by a bairn; and wherever any hedges grew, more for weeds than a small rental. they were very close in the thorns, but only occu- The Netherstane children were well grown up, pied a little space, being carefully cropped, so except two or three who were near my age, and that they might grow together and not spread. there were nine altogether. Farms do not multiWhen we were young, we lay behind a Nether. ply like farmers, and it was clear that some of the stane hedge as closely sheltered from the wind as young people would be obliged to try another at the back of a limestone dyke; whereas the trade. The elder son, David, went from home Everstane hedges were no shelter, although they only a few days after Steinson was sent to London; took
up so much ground. The farm of Nether. but he did not go so far away; for he often restane being not very large, had not such good turned home on Saturday evenings, at which houses as some of the farmers were then getting everybody was glad who knew the Robertsons, for built ; but the dwelling-house was a large cottage, they were well liked ; although they were somealways wbite, and the windows and the doors were thing different from other folks, for they neither always green ; the thatch was thick and warm, came to the kirk, nor did they go up to the Seand cut like a piece of wood. Before the door cession meeting at Millhall; but they belonged to a porch of wood was constructed in open work; for some other and peculiar body, of whom there the wood was cut thin ; and some honeysuckle were few vear us, and none except themselves and ivy had been planted so as to cover the wood nearer than the town. They were Baptists, as I work, and even in winter they made a shelter, es- was afterwards told.
As years flew by, David pecially as the door looked to the noon-day sun. Robertson wore up in his apprenticeship, and grew Before the porch and the two windows, a little to be a strong man, but I lost sight of him, as of garden was neatly laid out, and hedged round even everybody else dwelling near Kirkhowe, some time from the footpath before the house, like a box, in thereafter; only ofttimes I remember him, because which were all manner of flowers common to the he was always wonderfully kind to the little boys, country, and some that had been brought from and contrived ways to amuse them; and, although over the sea; with many gooseberry bushes and he never did anything in Steinson's manner of long strawberry beds, and fruit trees; while under trafficking, and was no hand at a bargain, yet he Death the hedges in the sun sat the busy homes of had nevertheless an open hand in small things, tame bees, that never stung any but troublesome which were large to us then. It is improbable people. Another and a commoner garden, with that he often recollected me, being a much greater only a fence of turf around it, lay behind the person during our acquaintance; for it has often house, in which grew common vegetables to an un- occurred to me with what ease the stronger might
THE LITTLE LEGACIES.
store past for themselves in the minds of the val commeneed; astonishing us in its materials weaker grateful recollections, without even know. fully more, perhaps, than the scene of the feast in ing that they had so much stock.
its splendour. And then, when all that was over, we were shown many strange productions of foreign climes, and heard explanations respecting them,
which we could all comprehend; for when Mr. CHAPTER XIV.
Rose spoke to us himself, he seemed to have no
learning whatever—it was so easy to understand When the harvest was ingathered, when the days him. were short, when the frost was in the air, and Next the servants brought in curious fruits, the snow was on the ground, as Yule time drew more pleasant some of them to eat than to er. near, and nature looked dead, but little birds were amine, for there were figs from Smyrna, and raisins living and searching out morsels that kindly hearts from Greece, and oranges from Seville, and apples flung them-and even the burn and the water were and pears from Blinkbonnie's gardens, ruddier or dumb, for the frost had quieted them-upon a sweeter than the foreign fruits; but of course they clear, moonlight evening, with only one or two had been carried no distance. Then Dr. More stars visible in the sky, a number of the neighbours, told us something of Turkey and the false prophet, boys and girls, were all muffiled up in such a mal- as from that country came the figs; and Mr. titude of little warm cloaks and cravats as it Fletcher described Spain, but not so well as old seemed a larger village could not have supplied, James Dawson, who had been a colour-sergeant and were all guided down to Blinkbonnie, by Mr. and had a pension, could do--and often had done Green, who had come all the way from Edinburgh -but the minister added something respecting the to be present, for he was dwelling there again at Pope--and Mr. Green said a few words for Greece his studies; and Mr. Smith, the elder son of the and its raisins, also Aristides and Epaminondas farmer of the Racketts, who was helper to Mr. and Themistocles, but I knew all respecting them, Petrie in these days. The house had been all only it was new to hear of Greece being to be completed and finished, and the people in that born again and revive. Poor Mr. Green-like all country thought it strange that an old gentleman young students—it was but a small revival that should have a house heating of little children was then expected. It was curious that Mr. only, and they but the young folk of the village; Fletcher who never had time to tell all that he yet it was not so unnatural, if one only thinks wanted to say in three quarters of an hour in his that he had selected those in whom his daughter, pulpit, could finish Spain and the Pope in ten when alive, had felt a very warm interest : that minutes at Blinkbonnie, and his was the longest being just all the village population between six or speech in the evening for I noticed the movements seven and twelve or fourteen. After many injunc of a very small clock on the marble mantle piece, tions and warnings, how and what to do, we all being concerned in it at the time, seeing no penset out, travelling over our half mile quickly and dulum thereto, nor place where anything of that timidly, for it was a serious thing with us to enter kind could exist. Alter eight struck upon it with that great house, with all its grandeur, as we had a clear sweet and silvery sound-a number of heard of it by report. Rumour had exaggerated, little books and other articles were spread out as usual, the ostensible riches of Blinkbonnie. The upon the table; and Mr. Rose said that he had hall bad all been repainted in sombre colouring. called us all together, because we had all been his The lamp swung from the ceiling was glittering in daughter's friends—and he was sure that we all our eyes. The skin of a striped animal, such as recollected her kindly, and that if she had been we have not in our land, was spread over a table living then, we would all have been down at this in the ball; and it contained many ornaments house; and also he thought that if she had seen rough in their nature, but valuable for the way her death coming soon-she probably would have that they had been brought. The large room given us all some memorial of her; and therefore where we were collected had a brilliant light from he had provided books to some, and other little many candles, the floor was soft to tread upon, presents to others, and Mrs. More had marked for the carpets were new and rich-engravings them all, and fixed to whom each article would be and paintings were hung around the walls, so beau- given, and he hoped that we would be able to tiful that scenes so fair seemed to have been drawn keep them long for her sake, who, he was told, in the stars, or some most happy world— books had prayed and watched that all her young friends bound in gold upon a beautiful red ground were and neighbours might have happiness while they placed upon one table ; even the walls of the room lived, and the rest of the people of God when they were painted with beauteous roses, as they seemed died; and now Mr. Fletcher would hand all the to us, and, when we sat down, the seats of the memorials round to those for whom they were chairs were so soft that most of us were afraid of designed. The old gentleman spoke very comsinking through them altogether. However, when posedly to us, like one who has got above the Mrs. More came in, we were quite at home; and waves of trouble, yet lives with its weight around then when Mr. Rose himself and Doctor More, him; but as this scene came upon us very sudwith Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Petrie came, our festi- | denly all the children were grieved; and no more