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PRENTICESHIP. Part XIV. Translated for
The Living Age from the Platt-Deutsch


New Monthly Magazine, 4. WILFRID CUMBERMEDE. By George MacDonald. Part V.,

Saint Pauls, 5. THE NATURAL THEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE. By Canon Kingsley,

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Chambers' Journal, . 7. UNIVERSAL KNOWLEDGE,

Saturday Review, 8. PERIWIGS,

Saturday Review, 9. DANIEL DEFOE,

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The harebells quake, sway their blue coronals,
I sat an hour to-day, John,

What time the breeeze of dawn, piercing and
Beside the old brook stream

keen, Where we were school-boys in old time

Sweeps o’er their heathery bed. The ptarmigan
When manhood was a dream;

Springs startled up, as dropping fir-cones fall
The brook is choked with fallen leaves,

Upon his couch of leaves. The russet hare,
The pond is dried away,

Her long ears pricked, leaps from her last
I scarce believe that you would know

night's form, The dear old place to-day.

And bounding o'er the glade, is lost to sight.

Within the whing, the red-legged coveys The school-house is no more, John,

crouch, Beneath our locust trees,

And fear not sportsman's gun. Scarce e'er The wild rose by the window's side

does foot No more waves in the breeze;

Of man crush down the few green blades thirt The scattered stones look desolate,

grow The sod they rested on

Upon these distant, solitary wilds.
Has been ploughed up by stranger hands,

Morning breaks o’er the mountains, keen and
Since you and I were gone.


Bracing the nerves, and sweeping from the The chestnut-tree is dead, John,

brain And, what is sadder now,

The misty cobwebs of continuous thought, The broken grape-vine of our swing Giving to thews and sinews double strength, Hangs on the withered bough.

Once more to bear the burdens of the day.
I read our names upon the bark,

All the Year Round.
And found the pebbles rare
Laid up beneath the hollow side,

As we had piled them there.
Beneath the grass-grown bank, John,

I looked for our old spring
That bubbled down the alder path

Death is a kalendar, composed by Fate,
Three paces from the swing;

Concerning all men, never out of date! The rushes grow upon the brink,

Her dayes dominical are writ in blood; The pool is black and bare,

She shewes more bad days than she sheweth And not a foot for many a day

good: It seems has trodden there.

She tells when days, and monthes, and termes

expire, I took the old blind road, John,

Measuring the lives of mortals by her squire. (?) That wandered up the hill —

Death is a pursuivant, with eagle's wings, 'Tis darker than it used to be,

That knocks at poore men's doores, and gates And seems so lone and still;

of kings. The birds yet sing upon the boughs Worldling, beware betime, death sculks behind Where once the sweet grapes hung,

thee, But not a voice of human kind

And as he leaves thee, so will judgment finde Where all our voices rung.

thee. I sat me on the fence, John,

That lives as in old time,
The same half panel in the path

We used so oft to climb -
And thought how, o’er the bars of life,
Our playmates had passed on,

And left me counting on the spot

Last night I weighed, quite wearied out, The faces that were gone.

The question that perplexes still; “Old Paper.” And that sad spirit we call doubt

Made the good nought beside the ill.


THE pale blue mist lies on the mountain crest,
Wraps the fir-forests in a dewy shroud,
And veils the shimmering lake. The red deer

And rises from his lair, and tossing high
His branchèd head, treads o'er the velvet moss,
Launching his deep-toned challenge on the air.

This morning, when with rested mind

I try again the self-same theme,
The whole is altered, and I find

The balance turned, the good supreme.
A little sleep, a brief night's rest,

Has changed the look of all that is!
Sure any creed I hold at best
Needs humble holding after this.

Chambers' Journal.


From The Edinburgh Review. With so much unconscious skill does he " FATHER ARNDT.

lead us into that simple country life, that Ernst MORITZ ARNDT, in his well- we pass with a certain feeling of regret to known


“What is the German's Fa- the part of his history where the young therland,” may be said not only to have home life ends and the struggles of the asked of History a question, but to have world begin. With him they began early, dictated to her its answer, which now,

and were, in some sense, self-imposed, after more than half a century, she echoes Filled with an unusual instinct of manlithrough the countless throats of the tri-ness, and in some sort, as we shall see, umphant German race. For, though Arndt fore-conscious of the part he should have

never a minister or a statesman; to play, he exercised himself whilst still a though history gives, as it should give (as child in every sort of hardship and disciArndt himself gave in all generous sin- pline, physical as well as moral. Many of cerity), the glory of the great liberation his verses refer to this period of his life to Von Stein and the other mighty leaders with a very striking and simple truthfulof that glorious time, still it was Arndt, ness. Having, like many another clever and Arndt alone, to whom the true in-boy, read very much more than his friends stinct of the race has given the proudest supposed, we find that even the perusal of all titles for a patriotic man.

Others of Rousseau's works, so far from corruptmight be called guardians, defenders, ing, actually fortified his mind against saviours of their country, but his title was many temptations to evil, and strengthhigher than these, since to every German ened him in his determination to become, heart the name of “ Father Arndt” for with the aid of his self-imposed discipline, many a year was as familiar as it was hon- a man in the truest sense of the word. oured and welcomed.

Sent to Stralsund to the upper school at In ordinary circumstances it might be seventeen, we find him, while zealous in called a misnomer, for the man who was his work and hearty in his play, yet perknown at his death as “ der Deutschester sistently taking hours from his sleep to Deutsche,” was Swedish born. His birth weary and harden his frame with long occurred at Schoritz, in the Island of solitary walks of many miles at a time. Rügen,* on the 26th of December, 1769, An extract from his “ Recollections ” will in the same year with “the Corsican,” not be here out of place:Napoleon I., wbose might he helped at last

Every spot of wood and copse and seashore to overthrow. He gives us, in his “ Recol- within a dozen miles of Stralsund was often lections,” a charming picture of his boy- pressed by my wandering feet; the hours I hood's home, of his relatives and inti- spent thus and in the company of friends were mates, his growth and adventures. He taken from the night. Thank God! I never recalls what all men can feel, while so few needed very much sleep; perhaps I should have can describe — the touching influences of wanted more but for my principle of keeping the early home, looked back upon, after a

under my body, and bringing it into subjection lapse of sixty or seventy years, with more by hard discipline and constant weariness. And pleasure and distinctness than things so the years 1787, 1788, and 1789 saw me con

and quoting within his closer gaze. In the genial sim- stantly pursuing this lonely course, plicity which was part of his nature, he to myself continually the words of Horace, interests his readers in the strict, manly, true motto: * Hoc tibi proderit olim.""

which many a time since have proved to me a honest father, who brought his boys up to “rough it" in life, and the gentle, praying,

In his twentieth year, this young Chrispious mother, whose sweet influence never

tian philosopher - for so he might be faded from the soul of her famous son.

called, though his faith lay in what is now

a-days called the muscular form of Chris• It may be well to remind onr readers that the tianity finding his strength to resist Island of Rugen, with that part of Pomerania in- temptation too small, took a great step cluding Greifswald and Stralsund, though Prussian consistent with the principles he had laid since 1815, was Swedish territory from 1720 till that date.

down for his life-guidance. He was brave enough to run away from Stralsund alto-f the events and ideas of the period (1796). gether, and, with only a few shillings in That he was a conscientious and practical his pocket, to wander beyond Demmin, Christian then, even though not feeling seeking for employment as a clerk or farm- fitted for a clerical life, is unquestionable, bailiff. An old officer to whom he applied as is the fact that in after-years he was a took him in, treated him kindly, and prom- truly pious, faithful believer, as we may ised to employ him, provided he obtained gather from his many hymns, and his his father's consent; a kindly way of famous “ Catechism for the German Army bringing the lad again into communication and Landwehr,” to which we shall have with his friends. In due time a reply came occasion to refer further on as one of the from his father, wisely leaving him a free most influential and most characteristic of choice as to his future course, but at the his many writings. same time pointing out that if he wished Thus he arrived at twenty-eight years to be a farmer he could have no better of age, a man with all his energies active, opportunities for the purpose than by re- of more than average reading, and of exmaining at home. So he returned to his ceptional talent in various directions, but father's house at Löbnitz, where he re- without any settled course of life the mained nearly two years, pursuing his sort of man over whom, in ordinary cirstudies and his bodily discipline with cumstances, even the wisest and most exundiminished energy; he says of this perienced are apt to hold up their hands time:

and shake their heads, and say, « Alas, “ These nobler pursuits, however, (intellect- poor fellow, he has wasted his life.” ual study), did not prevent my continuing my

Arndt, even here, followed the usual system of toil and endurance. I would sleep

course of such tardy, often too tardy,

He resolved to constantly on bare boards like a guard bed, or choosers of a career. on faggots; sometimes in the open air, under a

travel. His father, before the ruinous haystack or a tree, wrapped up only in a cloak; wars of Napoleo had devastated Geror I would stretch off on long walks many miles many and beggared its people, was a man in all directions, often starting after the rest of very well to do in a worldly sense, derivthe household were in bed; and all to keep my ing his income from the profits of a very frame hardy and under subjection. It greatly extensive and prosperous farm; and he surprised and troubled my parents, whom I seems to have acted throughout with true often saw shaking their heads over my oddities, wisdom and kindness towards his son. but as they saw that in other points I behaved He supplied him with the necessary means rationally, and did what I had to do like a man for his support during his travels. But in his senses, they wisely let me go my own

we must not suppose Arndt to have merely gait.”

undertaken this course for idleness sake. When twenty-two years of age, he went He was one of those men who are conto the University of Greifswald to study scious that they ripen late, because they' divinity, and then spent a year in that of are less ready to call themselves ripe than Jena for the same purpose ; and while others. But the sort of unsettled instinct candidat, or, as we should say, while wait- which for so many years had accustomed ing for a title to orders, was invited by him to wander, sent him, as it were, Kosegarten, the pastor of Altenkirchen, to the grand tour as a sort of finish to the undertake the post of tutor in his family. preparation of his life-work.

Às his As is customary in Germany, a candidat, “ Recollections” tell us, his walking habit, if licensed, is permitted to preach before begun as a corporeal discipline, was conordination, as Arndt frequently did, and tinued as the best means possible for the as it appears with great success. And yet study of mankind, which became with him it was during his stay here that he came a sort of zoological passion. to the decision of not seeking ordination. So he travelled for the best part of two He admits his reason to have been the un- years (1798 and 1799), spending three settled state of his religious convictions, months in Vienna, traversing Hungary disturbed, like those of many others, by land crossing the Alps into Italy. When


in Tuscany the fresh outbreak of war taken root in my mind, which even now, when changed his plans, and compelled him to my hair is white, will not altogether yield their leave Rome and Sicily unvisited. As the place to more far-sighted views. As a little war advanced he betook himself to Nice, news-reader between nine and twelve years old, thence to Marseilles and Paris, where he I had my political prejudices and prepossessions. spent the whole summer of 1799, making From my earliest remembrance I was a sturdy, his way slowly home in the autumn by perhaps an extravagant, royalist, probably unBrussels, Cologne, Frankfort, and Berlin. consciously made so by my daily surroundings. We mention these particulars of his jour

My father was no politician, but my two uncles, ney, as showing how his sojourn among ough Swede and a worshipper of Gustav Adolf,

on the other hand, the one in his views a thorthese various nationalities gradually, with the other a Prussian to the back-bone and an out his own consciousness, was fitting him upholder of the fame of Frederic the Great, for the part he was to play in the history each taught me to regard a king, such as they of his country. His pedestrian mode of exalted, as infinitely superior to any republic. travel was that best fitted, in conjunction As might be supposed, holding such strong with his own peculiar geniality of temper opinions in favour of monarchy, I always took and address, to supply him with a thorough the side of England against her revolted Amerknowledge of the various peoples whom ican colouies, when that subject gave occasion he visited, and to remove many prejudices to debate. which, in those days of difficult communi- And with regard to the French? While cation, might have warped his judgment still a child, and at the time when my parents' and restricted his usefulness.

means had been insufficient to afford me such He next settled as a Privat-Docent or

educational opportunities as I afterwards entutor, at his first university - Greifswald. joyed, I had spent much of my time in reading

such old chronicles and histories as came in my This is the position generally first taken by a German scholar who is ambitious of way. Such works, for instance, as those of

Puffendorf and others, descriptive of the Thirty becoming a professor. To this course Years' War, of the ambitious intrigues and the Arndt was led by the motive so strong in atrocious deeds of Louis XIV. And these had most men at some time or other. He filled me with dislike, almost with detestation, had fallen in love while studying at of the people whom he ruled. And so it was Greifswald, and, as the young lady was that I rejoiced at every French reverse I heard the daughter of a professor there, he found of, and was quite a little Englishman in my his establishment easy. He married, was hatred of the race. soon made a deputy-professor, and firally, “ Then in my young manhood came the in 1805, professor-extraordinary, with a Great Revolution, and its course gave rise to salary of five hundred thalers. Yet, as if many discussions at home. Nor could I deny to show that at that period of his life the truth of many of the accusations made and of the history of his country Arndt against the government of Louis XVI., or diswas to be tinembarrassed by family ties, pute the justice of many of the principles laid his young wife died in childbed within a however desecrated and perverted those princi

down at the time by the revolutionary leaders, year of her marriage.

ples may have been in the course of after events. To this period of his life we may assign But still I mourned over every reverse expehis first political activity, and we shall rienced by the Germans and their allies, withabridge from his own words the account out being bound in any way to regard myself as he gives of his political views and their one of them; living, as I did, a Swedish subject history, describing, as he felt them to do, by the Baltic, far from the scene of conflict, and the kindred growth of sentiment and at heart far less a German than a Swede. Then opinion in millions of his fellow-men:- came my years of travel, and I saw the French

nation for myself; I learned to admire its amia Although,” he says, "the outbreak of the bility and gaiety, but also to measure its falseFrench Revolution of 1789 be regarded, and, bood and deceit. I had lingered on my hometo a great extent, justly, as the great transition ward journey at Aachen, Köln, Koblentz, and period of German feeling, still even in my boy- Mainz, and seen everywhere the remains of hood, many strange and one-sided notions had Germany's ancient glory trampled and dese

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