Uncle Christian knew exactly how I was situated4, and yet had never sent me a kreutzer. So when I learned that he had left me owner of two hundred acres of rich land in orchards5 and vineyards, a good bit of woodland, and his large house at Lauterbach, I could not help shedding tears of gratitude7.
"My dear uncle," I cried, "now I can appreciate the depth of your wisdom, and I thank you most sincerely for your judicious8 illiberality9. Where would now the money be, supposing you had sent me anything? In the hands of the Philistines10, no doubt; whereas by your prudent11 delays you have saved the country, like another Fabius Cunctator—
"'Qui cunctando restituit rem—'
"I honour your memory, Uncle Christian! I do indeed!"
Having delivered myself of these deep feelings, and many more which I cannot enter into now, I got on horseback and rode off to Lauterbach.
Strange, is it not, how the Spirit of Avarice12, hitherto quite a stranger to me, came to make my acquaintance?
"Caspar!" he whispered, "now you are a rich man! Hitherto vain shadows have filled your mind. A man must be a fool to follow glory. There is nothing solid but acres, and buildings, and crown-pieces, put out in safe mortgages. Fling aside all your vain delusions13! Enlarge your boundaries, round off your estate, heap up money, and then you will be honoured and respected! You will be a burgomaster as your uncle was before you, and the country folks, when they see you coming a mile off, will pull off their hats, and say—'Here is Monsieur Caspar Hâas, the richest man and the biggest herr in the country.'"
These notions kept passing and repassing in my mind like the figures in a magic-lantern, with grave and measured step. The whole thing seemed to me perfectly14 reasonable.
It was the middle of July. The lark15 was warbling in the sky. The crops were waving in the plain, the gentle breezes carried on them the soft cry of the quail16 and the partridge amongst the standing3 wheat; the foliage17 was glancing in the sunshine, and the Lauter ran its course beneath the willows18; but what was all that to me, the great burgomaster? I puffed19 up my cheeks and rounded off my figure in anticipation20 of the portly appearance I was to present, and repeated to myself those delightful21 observations—
"This is Monsieur Caspar Hâas; he is a very rich man! He is the first herr in the country! Get on, Blitz!"
I was anxious to try on my uncle's three-cornered hat and scarlet24 waistcoat. "If they fit me," I said, "what is the use of buying?"
About four in the afternoon the village of Lauterbach appeared at the end of the valley, and very proud I felt as I surveyed the tall and handsome house of the late Christian Hâas, my future abode25, the centre of my property, real and speculative26. I admired its situation by the long dusty road, its vast roof of grey shingle27, the sheds and barns covering with their broad expanse the wagons28, the carts, and the crops; behind, the poultry-yard, then the little garden, the orchard6, the vineyards up the hill, the green meadows farther off.
As I went down the principal street the old women with nose and chin nearly meeting at the extremity30, the bare-pated children with ragged31 hair, the men in their otter-skin caps, and silver-chained pipes in their mouths, all gaze upon me, and respectfully salute33 me—
"Good day, Monsieur Caspar! How do you do, Monsieur Hâas?"
And all the small windows were filled with wondering faces. I am at home now; I seem as if I had always been a great landowner at Lauterbach, and a notable. My kapellmeister's life seems a dream, a thing of the past, my enthusiastic fondness for music a youthful folly34! How money does modify men's views of things!
And now I draw bridle35 before the house of the village notary36, Monsieur Becker. He has my title-deeds under his care, and is to hand them over to me. I fasten my horse to the ring at the door, I run up the steps, and the ancient scribe, with his bald head very respectfully uncovered, and his long spare figure clad in a green dressing-gown with full skirts, advances alone to receive me.
"Monsieur Caspar Hâas, I have the honour to salute you."
"Your servant, Monsieur Becker."
"Pray walk in, Monsieur Hâas."
"After you, sir, after you."
We cross the vestibule, and I find at the end of a small, neat, and well-aired room a table nicely and comfortably laid, and sitting by it a young maiden37 rosy38 and fresh-coloured, the very picture of modesty39 and propriety40.
The venerable notary announced me—
"Monsieur Caspar Hâas!"
I bowed.
"My daughter Lothe!" added the good man.
And whilst I felt in myself a reviving taste for the beautiful, and was admiring Mademoiselle Lothe's pretty little chubby41 nose, the rosy lips, and the large blue eyes, her dainty little figure, and her dimpled hands, Maître Becker invited me to sit down at the table, informing me that he had been expecting me, and that before entering on matters of business it would be well to take a little refreshment42, a glass of Bordeaux, etc., an invitation of which I fully32 recognised the propriety, and which I accepted very willingly.
And so we sit down. We talk first of the beautiful country. And I form opinions about the old gentleman, and wonder what a notary is likely to make at Lauterbach!
"Mademoiselle, will you take a wing?"
"Monsieur, you are very kind; thank you, I will."
Lothe looks down bashfully. I fill her glass, in which she dips her rosy lips. Papa is in good spirits; he tells me about hunting and fishing.
"Of course Monsieur Hâas will live as we do in the country. We have excellent rabbit-warrens. The rivers abound43 in trout44. The shooting in the forests is let out. People mostly spend their evenings at the inn. Monsieur the inspector45 of woods and forests is a delightful young man. The juge-de-paìx is a capital whist-player," and so on, and so on.
I listen, and think all this quiet life must be delightful. Mademoiselle Lothe pleases me a good deal. She does not talk much, but she smiles and looks so agreeable! How loving and amiable46 she must be!
At last the coffee came, then the kirschwasser. Mademoiselle Lothe retires, and the old lawyer gradually passes to business. He explains to me the nature of my uncle's property, and I listen attentively47. There was no part of the will in dispute; there were no legacies48, no mortgages. Everything is clear and straightforward49. Happy Caspar! Happy man!
Then we went into the office to look over the deeds. The close air of this place of dry, hard business, those long rows of boxes, the files of bills—all these together put weak notions of love out of my head. I sat down in an arm-chair while Monsieur Becker, collecting his thoughts, puts his horn spectacles in their place upon his long, sharp nose.
"These deeds relate to your meadow-land at Eichmatt. There, Monsieur Hâas, you have a hundred acres of excellent land, the finest and best-watered in the commune; two and even three crops a year are got off that land. It brings in four thousand francs a year. Here are the deeds belonging to your vine-growing land at Sonnenthâl, thirty-five acres in all. One year with another you may get from this two hundred hectolitres (4,400 gals50.) of light wine, sold on the ground at twelve or fifteen francs the hectolitre. Good years make up for the bad. This, Monsieur Hâas, is your title to the forest of Romelstein, containing fifty or sixty hectares (a hectare is 2-1/2 acres) of excellent timber. This is your property at Hacmatt; this your pasture-land at Tiefenthal. This is your farm at Grüneswald, and here is the deed belonging to your house at Lauterbach; it is the largest house in the place, and was built in the sixteenth century."
"Indeed, Monsieur Becker! but is that saying much in its favour?"
"Certainly, certainly. It was built by Jean Burckhardt, Count of Barth, for a hunting-box. Many generations have lived in it since then, but it has never been neglected, and it is now in excellent repair."
I thanked Monsieur Becker for the information he had given me, and having secured all my title-deeds in a large portfolio51 which he was good enough to lend me, I took my leave, more full than ever of my vast importance!
Arriving before my house, I enjoyed introducing the key into the lock of the door, and bringing down my foot firmly and proudly on the first step.
"This is all mine!" I cried enthusiastically.
I enter the hall—"Mine!" I open the wardrobes—"Mine!" Mine—all that linen52 piled up to the top! I pace majestically54 up the broad staircase, repeating like a fool, "This is mine, and that is mine! Here I am, owner of all this! No more uneasiness about the future! Not an anxious thought for the morrow! Now I am going to make a figure in the world!—not on the weak ground of merit—not for anything that fashion can alter. I am a great man because I hold really and effectually that which the world covets55.
"Ye poets and artists! what are you in comparison with the rich proprietor56 who has everything he wants, and who feeds your inspiration with the crumbs57 that fall from his table? What are you but ornamental58 portions of his feasts and banquets, just to fill up a weary interval59? You are no more than the sparrow that warbles in his hedges, or the statue that figures in his garden-walk. It is by him and for him that you exist. What need has he to envy you the incense60 of pride and vanity—he who possesses the only solid good this world has to offer?"
At that moment of inflated61 conceit62 if the poor Kapellmeister Hâas had appeared before me I might very likely have turned and looked at him over my shoulder and asked, "What fool is that? What business has he with me?"
I threw a window open; evening was closing in. The setting sun gilded63 my orchards and my vines as far as I could see. On the declivity64 of the hill a few white patches indicated the cemetery65.
I turned round. A great Gothic hall, with rich mouldings decorating the ceiling, pleased my taste exceedingly. This was the Seigneur Burckhardt's hunting-saloon.
An old spinet66 stood between two windows; I ran my fingers absently over the keys, and the loose strings67 jingled69 with the disagreeable squeaking70 of a toothless old woman trying to sing like a young damsel.
At the end of this long apartment was an arched alcove71 closed in by deep red curtains, and containing a lofty four-post bedstead with a kind of grand baldacchino covering it in. The sight of this reminded me that I had been six hours on horseback, and undressing with a self-satisfied smirk72 on my face all the time—
"It is the first time," I said, "that I shall sleep in a bed of my own."
And laying myself comfortably down, with my eyes dreamily wandering over the distant plains on which the shadows of evening were settling down, I felt my eyelids73 gently yielding to the sweet influence of sleep. Not a leaf was stirring; the village noises ceased one by one, the last golden rays of the sun had disappeared, and I dropped into the unconsciousness of welcome sleep.
Dark night fell on the face of the earth, and then the moon was rising in all her splendour, when I awoke, I cannot tell why. The wandering scents74 of summer air reached me through the open window, fragrant75 with the sweet perfume of the new-mown hay. I gazed with surprise, then I made an effort to rise and open the window, but some obstacle prevented me. To my astonishment76, though my head was perfectly free to move in any direction, my body was buried in a deep sleep like a lump of lead. Not a single muscle obeyed my repeated efforts to raise my body; I was conscious of my arms lying extended near me, and my legs being stretched out straight and immovable; but my head was swaying helplessly to and fro. My breathing, deep and regular—the breathing of my body went on all the same, and frightened me dreadfully. My head, exhausted77 with its vain efforts to obtain obedience78 from the limbs, fell back in despair, and I said, "What! Is it paralysis79?"
My eyes closed. I was reflecting with a feeling of horror upon this strange phenomenon, and my ears were listening intently to the agitated80 beating of my heart, over whose hurried flow of blood the mind had no power.
"What, what is this?" I thought presently. "Do my own body and limbs refuse to obey my will? Cannot Caspar Hâas, the undisputed lord of so many rich vineyards and fat pastures, move this wretched clod of earth which most certainly belongs to him? Oh, what does it all mean?"
As I was thus wondering and meditating81 I heard a slight noise. The door of my alcove opened, and a man clothed in some stiff material resembling felt, such as is worn by the monks82 in the chapel2 of St. Werburgh at Mayence, with a broad-brimmed hat and feather pushed off from the left ear, his hands buried up to the elbows in gauntlets of strong untanned leather, entered the room. This gentleman's huge jack-boots came over the knees, and were folded down again. A heavy chain of gold, with decorations suspended to it, hung from his shoulders. His tanned and angular countenance83, his sallow complexion84, his hollow eyes, bore an expression of bitterness and melancholy85.
This dismal86 personage traversed the hall with a hard and sounding step as measured as the ticking of a clock, and placing his skinny hand upon the hilt of an immense long rapier, and stamping with his heel on the floor, he uttered in a horribly disagreeable creaking voice resembling the grating of an engine these words, which dropped in a dry mechanical fashion from his ashy lips:—
"This is mine—mine—Hans Burckhardt, Count of Barth!"
I felt a creeping sensation coming all over me.
At the same instant the door opposite flew open wide, and the Count of Barth disappeared in the next apartment; and I could hear his hard, dry automatic tread upon the stairs descending87 the steps, one by one, for a long time; there seemed no end to it, until at last the awful sounds died in the remote distance as if they had descended88 into the bowels89 of the earth.
But as I was still listening, and hearing nothing further, all in a moment the vast hall filled as if by magic with a numerous company; the spinet began to jingle68; there was music and singing of love, and pleasure, and wine.
I gazed and saw by the bluish-grey moonlight ladies in the bloom of youth negligently90 floating over the floor, and chiefly about the old spinet; elegant cavaliers attired91, as in the olden time, in innumerable dangling92 ribbons, and the very perfection of lace collars and ruffles93, seated cross-legged upon gold-fringed stools, affectedly94 inclining sidelong, shaking their perfumed locks, making little bows, studying all kinds of graceful95 attitudes, and paying their court to the ladies, all so elegantly, and with such an air of gallantry, that it reminded me of the old mezzotint engravings of the graceful school of Lorraine in the sixteenth century.
And the stiff little fingers of an ancient dowager, with a parrot bill, were rattling96 the keys of the old spinet; bursts of thin laughter set discordant97 echoes flying, and ended in little squeaks98 with such a sharp discordant rattle99 of constrained100 laughter as made my hair stand on end.
All this silly little world—all this quintessence of fashion and elegance101, long out of date, all exhaled102 the acrid103 odour of rose-water and essence of mignonette turned into vinegar.
I made new and superhuman exertions104 to get rid of this disagreeable nightmare, but it was all in vain. But at that instant a lady of the highest fashion cried aloud—
"Lords, you are at home here in all this domain—"
But she was cut short in her compliments; a silence like death fell on the whole assembly. They faded away. I looked, and the whole picture had vanished from my sight.
Then the sound of a trumpet105 fell on my listening ears. Horses were pawing the ground outside, dogs were barking, while the moon, calm, clear, inviting106 to meditation107, still poured her soft light into my alcove.
The door opened as if by a blast of wind, and fifty huntsmen, followed by a company of young ladies attired as they were two centuries ago, in long trains, defiled108 with majestic53 pace out of one chamber109 into the other. Four serving-men passed amongst them, bearing on their brawny110 shoulders on a stout111 litter of oak boughs112 the bloody113 carcass of a monstrous114 wild boar, with dim and faded eye, and with the foam115 yet lying white on his formidable tusks116 and grisly jaws117.
Then I heard the flourishes of the brazen118 trumpets119 redoubled in loudness and energy; but silence fell, and the pomp and dignity, passed away with a sigh like the last moans of a storm in the woods; then—nothing at all—nothing to hear—nothing to see!
As I lay dreaming over this strange vision, and my eyes wandering vaguely120 over the empty space in the silent darkness, I observed with astonishment the blank space becoming silently occupied by one of the old Protestant families of former days, calm, solemn, and dignified121 in their bearing and conversation.
There sat the white-haired patriarch with the big Bible upon his knees; the aged122 mother, tall and pale, spinning the flax grown by themselves, sitting as straight and immovable as her own distaff, her ruff up to her ears, her long waist compressed in a stiff black bodice; then there sat the fat and rosy children, with serious countenances123 and thoughtful blue eyes, leaning in silence with their elbows on the table; the dog lay stretched by the great hearth124 apparently125 listening to the reading; the old clock stood in the corner ticking seconds; farther on in the shadow were girls' faces and young men, talking seriously to them about Jacob and Rachel by way of love-making.
And this good family seemed penetrated126 with the truth of the sacred story; the old man in broken accents was reading aloud the edifying127 history of the settlement of the children of Israel in the Land of Canaan—
"This is the Land of Promise—the land promised to Abraham and Isaac and Jacob your fathers—that you may be multiplied in it as the stars of heaven for multitude, and as the sand which is upon the seashore. And none shall disturb you, for ye are the chosen people."
The moon, which had veiled her light for a few minutes, reappeared, and hearing no more sounds of voices, I looked round, and her clear cold rays fell in the great empty hall. Not a figure, not a shade, was left. The moonlight poured its silver flood upon the floor, and in the distance the forms of a few trees stood out against the dark purple sky.
But now suddenly the high walls appeared lined with books, the old spinet gave way to the secrétaire of some man of learning, whose full-bottomed wig128 was peering above the back of a red-leather arm-chair. I could hear the quill129 coursing over the paper. The learned man, buried in thought, never moved; the silence was oppressive.
But fancy my astonishment when, slowly turning, the great scholar faced me, and I recognised the portrait of the famous lawyer Gregorius, marked No. 253 in the portrait-gallery at Darmstadt.
How on earth had this personage walked out of his grave?
I was asking myself this question when, in a hollow sepulchral130 voice, he pronounced these words:—
"Dominorum, ex jurè Quintio, est jus utendi et abutendi quatenus naturalis ratio patitur."
As this sapient131 precept132 dropped oracularly from his lips, a word at a time, his figure faded and turned pale. With the last word he had passed out of existence.
What more shall I tell you, my dear friends? For hours, twenty generations came defiling133 past me in Hans Burckhardt's ancient mansion—Christians and Jews, nobles and commoners, fools and wise men of high art, and men of mere134 prose. Every one proclaimed his indefeasible right to the property; every one firmly believed himself sole lord and master of all he surveyed. Alas135! Death breathed upon one after another, and they were all carried out, each as his turn came!
I was beginning to be familiar with this strange phantasmagoria. Each time that any of these honest folks turned round and declared to me, "This is mine!" I laughed and said, "Wait a bit, my fine fellow!—you will melt away just like the rest!"
At last I began to feel tired of it, when far away—very far—the cock crowed, announcing the dawn of day. His piercing call began to rouse the sleeper136. The leaves rustled137 with the morning air; a slight shiver shook my frame; I felt my limbs gradually regaining138 their freedom, and, resting upon my elbow, I gazed with rapture139 upon the silent wide-spread land. But what I saw presently did not tend to exalt140 my spirits.
Along the little winding141 path to the cemetery were moving, in solemn procession, all the ghosts that had visited me in the night. Step by step they approached the decaying moss-grown door of the sacred inclosure; that silent, mournful march of spectres under the dim grey light of early morning was a gaunt and fearful sight.
And as I lay, more dead than alive, with gaping142 mouth and my face wet with cold perspiration143, the head of the dismal line melted and disappeared among the weeping willows.
There were not many spectres, left, and I was beginning to feel a little more composed, when the very last, my uncle Christian himself, turned round to me under the mossy gate and beckoned144 me to follow! A distant faint ironical145 voice said—
"Caspar! Caspar! come! Six feet of this ground belong to you!"
Then he too disappeared.
I need not tell you that I did not accept my uncle Christian's invitation, though I am quite aware that a similar call will one day arrive from One who must be obeyed. The remembrance of my brief abode at Burckhardt's fort has wonderfully brought down the great opinion I had once formed of my own importance, for the vision of that night taught me that though orchards and meadows may not pass away their owners do, and this fact compels to serious reflection upon the nature of our duties and responsibilities.
I therefore wisely resolved not to risk the loss of manly148 energy and of the best prizes of life by tarrying at that Capua, but to betake myself, without further loss of time, to the pursuit of music as a science, and I hope to produce next year, at the Royal Theatre of Berlin, an opera which, I hope, will disarm149 all criticism at once.
I have come to the final conclusion that glory and renown150, which speculative people speak of as if they were mere smoke, is, after all, the most enduring good. Life and a noble reputation do not depart together; on the contrary, death confirms well-deserved glory and adds to it a brighter lustre151.
Suppose, for instance, that Homer returned to life, no one would dispute with him his claim to be the author of the Iliad, and each would vie with the rest to do honour to the father of epic152 poetry. But if peradventure some rich landowner of that day came back to assert a claim to the fields, the woods, the pastures of which he used to be so proud, ten to one he would be received like a thief and perhaps die a miserable153 death.
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