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"As we have heard already," began | manner, the view generally entertained of Weidmann's son-in-law, "the young man agriculture as a sort of universal refuge, to wishes to become a soldier, and I believe which every one could have recourse; and that he ought to be encouraged in that pur- yet the conclusion was finally arrived at, pose. I hope that it won't be attributed to that it would be the most suitable thing for prejudice in favor of my own calling, but I Roland to devote himself to agriculture, in must repeat our father's view, that the mili- connection with other branches of industry tary profession, more than any other, gives a carried out on a large scale. certain decision of character. To have to stand ready every day with bag and baggage, scrip and scrippage, this makes one prompt and decided; this standing army becomes a fact, as it were, in each individ

ual soldier."

The conversation broke up into groups. Knopf said to Eric, that at the present time there was no longer an Olympus where the fate of human beings could be decided, and Weidmann added, that the worst thing of all was, that Roland had nothing to expect, nothing to wish for and to obtain, and for which he must exert his energies, happy when he succeeded in his first attempt, and then girding himself immediately for another; for this is the impelling cause of all movement and progress, that what is at


Granted," rejoined Weidmann. "But is it not to be feared that a man, who has been a soldier for the best years of his life, will be able to take up with great difficulty any other employment? He always regards himself as on furlough; and the great misfortune - I might call it the leading ten-tained becomes the seed of a new effort. dency of our time-manifests itself espec- “You were right," he closed, finally turnially in the rich, who look upon themselves ing to Eric, we cannot provide for as on furlough, always on vacation." another in advance, least of all here. And "The best thing about it is, Roland will no one can be trained to be a giver of haprun through his money, and then it is scat-piness. There must be awakened within tered among the people," jokingly observed the youth a desire to associate himself Weidmann's son, showing those imperti- with his fellow-men; he must not merely nently white teeth that Pranken objected to want to confer happiness, but to create so strongly. something. Out of creative activity alone proceeds happiness. He must be educated both for himself and for others; he must refer everything to others, and at the same time to himself."

"I would like to say one word," the Russian remarked to Knopf, who cried, "The Prince requests to have the floor." Weidmann bowed to him pleasantly. "I think that we can furnish an example in Russia. Our wealthy men are obliged to become agriculturists, whether the inheritance consists in money or goods. Why should not the young man be simply an agriculturist ?"

"Agriculture has five branches," replied Weidmann," and they ought to have their roots in five corresponding inclinations. Agriculture consists of physics, chemistry, mineralogy, botany, and zoology, and one of these, that is, the inclination to one of these sciences, and the activity growing out of it, must have its foundation in the natural bent or genius, otherwise there is no happiness in one's calling. And do you know," he turned toward the Prince, smiling, "do you know what is the first requisite for an agriculturist?"



"No, that's the second. The first is a sound human understanding. There are far more intellectual men than there are men of genuine common sense.


The Prince nodded to Knopf, and he gave a merry nod in return. Weidmann opposed, with a warmth that was very different from his usually composed

Dr. Fritz had taken no part in the discussion; he sat meditatively with his brows contracted.

"Why have you had nothing to say?" said Weidmann in a low tone to him, when the conversation had become general, Dr. Fritz replied in the same low tone:

"It is hard enough to know what to do with such an enormous inheritance righteously acquired; but how much harder, with one to which guilt adheres."

Weidmann made a significant sign to his nephew, and laid his finger upon his lips, as if begging silence. Eric had heard noth ing of the conversation between the two, but as he looked at them, he had a feeling, as if something transpired there which was calculated to excite alarm. He had an involuntary dread, for which he could not assign any reason.

Frau Weidmann now came in, and invited them to the table. They got up at once and proceeded to the dining-room. Eric sat by the side of Knopf, and said to him:

"I have a question to ask you, Herr Colleague, which you may take until tomorrow to answer."

"What is it, pray?"

tering of the mill kept him awake. But at "What would you do, if you should be- last weariness and youth gained the viccome the possessor suddenly of many mil-tory, and he slept soundly. lions?"


Knopf, who had just put his glass up to his mouth, began to cough and choke so that he was forced to leave the table. He NOCTURNAL INFORMATION, AND A FAREcame back again after a while, but he ate and drank nothing the whole evening.


The Banker, who read a great many journals, asked Dr. Fritz if the horrible stories one reads of American life had any foundation in truth.


"Most certainly," answered Dr. Fritz Roland looked sharply at him. if we fix the gaze upon some individual and separate fact in the development of life in the New World, we shall often be wounded by monstrous appearances of deformity; but a very distinguished statesman once gave me a striking illustration, of which I am glad to make a wider extension. This gentleman said to me: 'I was at Munich, and there I first understood aright my fatherland. I was at the foundry where the "Take my word for it, Herr Sonnengigantic statue of Bavaria was cast, and kamp didn't for a moment think of coming the different parts of the figure were lying to our house, especially as he does not around, here an arm, a knee, a hand, there yet know when Dr. Fritz leaves; his prethe head and a part of the trunk, all horri-tending to you that he was called away was ble to look at in this separate condition. quite harmless. Send a messenger, and he But when I saw the whole colossal statue will send you word with his regrets that he set up in its place, and in all its beautiful cannot come himself, but will send the carharmony of proportions, then it occurred riage. Ah! my young friend, there is no to me that America must be looked at in pleasure in following up the trail of the this way. The separate parts appear mon- beast of prey in man. But first of all, one strous, but if one regards it at as a whole, question. Do you know how Herr Sonnenit is of an unequalled beauty and gran- kamp comes on in his endeavors to get a


title ?"


At these words, Roland looked up at Eric with a bright, triumphant glance, and smiled.

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They rose from the table. Lilian was soon put to bed, and when Dr. Fritz took leave previous to retiring, Roland retained his hand firmly, saying:

"I thank you for having so beautifully extolled my fatherland. I shall never forget it."


"Shall you not consider Germany as your fatherland? "No," was Roland's loud and decided

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ROLAND slept; he little thought that over him and his destiny two men were keeping watch in the deepest anxiety.

Eric had followed his host into the workroom, and here Weidmann asked him: "Do you know why you are sent here?" "Sent here ?" "Yes."

Stay here. I have something yet to say to you," said Weidmann in a low tone to Eric.

"Herr Sonnenkamp wants to establish friendly relations with you, and I myself have wished for some time.


"Good. The best spy is often the one who doesn't know that he has to be a spy, who looks on innocently and reports innocently."

"I don't understand."


“I have told you that the groom who blows the trumpet was once a convict. I have still another convict that I keep on an out of the way part of the estate, for he doesn't do well, not so much from an evil disposition, as from a spirit of braggadocio when he is amongst men. You see then that I do not reject men of criminal antecedents; for pride in our own virtue is very weak-kneed. It is, at the best, only good luck if we, by teaching and example, and Roland walked about with Knopf in the with the means of subsistence assured to us, bright starry night, and Knopf had to prom-do not burden ourselves with many an ill ise him that he would wake him up to say deed that we cannot blot out. Of course, good-bye to Dr. Fritz and his child. Ro- a long-continued, closely-calculating occuland then consented to go to bed, but was pation, revolting to every feeling of humanlong in falling asleep, for the events of the ity- but as I said, I will put no obstacle day, the noise of the brook, and the clat-in Herr Sonnenkamp's way, only it is in


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"Do you know that I have hit upon means to be relied on of forming an opinion of Herr Sonnenkamp's deserts?"

Eric expressed his ignorance, and Weidmann continued:

Eric held his hand before his eyes; his eye was burning, he strove to speak, but could not.

comprehensible to me that he should seek | You cannot conceive that a man with such to be ennobled, and in that way voluntarily antecedents can at times appear so well, challenge inquiry into his antecedents. If, and engage in the discussions of principles. as my friend Wolfsgarten says, you have Yes, this man is a swamp encircled with great influence over Herr Sonnenkamp, ad- flowers. The fellow has cost me many days vise him to give this thing up." of my life, for I cannot understand how he can live. Slave-dealing is murder in cold blood, the annihilation of free existence for one's own gain; the murderer from passion, and the murderer from rapacity, stalk over the corpses of their victims to gratify their desire of establishing their supposed rights. The world is to them a field of battle and a conflict, an annihilation of their foes, to find room for themselves. But a slave-dealera slave murderer! And this man is now a fruit-grower, a most excellent, careful fruitgrower, in mockery of the words: By their fruits ye shall know them.' Oh! my head was fairly crazed with this man, until I brought myself to the point of being able to forget him!"

Weidmann, who misapprehended this emotion, said in a mild tone:

"I admire your power, in having been able, as Herr Knopf informed me, and as I myself see, to bring an atmosphere of noble feeling into this family, to hold your pupil in the path of innocence, and to naturalize him in all that is good. If this boy should one day learn


"Learn what? what? I beg of you," Eric was at last able to utter.

"Do you mean to say," answered Weidmann, pressing his head with both hands, 'do you mean to say that you know nothing about it?"



I know nothing more than this, that Herr Sonnenkamp owned large plantations with great numbers of slaves, that he grew tired of the life, and therefore came back to Germany."

"Herr Sonnenkamp - Herr Sonnenkamp! "said Weidmann, "a pretty name! and it is well for him that his mother bore it. So you have never heard of a Herr Banfield ?"

"Nothing very definite; but the head gardener told me that Herr Sonnenkamp was very angry on his return from the Baths, when he found that name registered in the visitors' book. But tell me, what is there in that?"

Weidmann spoke on uninterruptedly, as if he did not wish these sad thoughts to settle down upon him.

Soon Eric raised his head and besought him: "Tell me all."

Yes, you shall know all,-ah, what is all? You have heard of the fate of Captain Brown at Harper's Ferry?"


Was Herr Sonnenkamp

A cry of horror was wrung from Eric's heart; he could only gasp out the words:


O Roland! O Mother! O Manna!" "It grieves me to tell you this, but it is best that you should learn it through me.

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"He was a ringleader."

Eric related how Roland at one time in his fever dreams shouted, "John Brown is hanging on the gallows!"

The more he spoke of Roland, the more feelingly his volce trembled, and at last hot tears burst from his eyes. He apologized for this weakness before Weidmann, who said: -

"Herr Sonnenkamp, or rather, not Herr Sonnenkamp, but, as his name really is, Herr Banfield, is in so many words the most noYour tears consecrate you in my eyes torious slave-dealer ever known in the South-forever; you shall find in me a friend whom ern States; nay, more. My nephew, Doctor you may call upon at any time and in any Fritz, could tell you many a thing he has situation of life. Whatever is in my power done; he even went so far as to defend sla- is yours, your deeds shall be mine. You very in the public prints, and he was so are not weak, you are strong, you must be; shameless as to set himself up as a proof and it is a noble vocation for you to be that all Germans had not degenerated into placed as you are at the side of such a youth, sentimental humanity, but that he, a repre- with such a fatal inheritance.” sentative of Germany, supported slavery, maintaining it to be right. He has a ring on his thumb; if he takes the ring off, you can see the marks of the teeth of a slave whom he was throttling, and who bit him in that thumb."

Eric stood up and drew a long deep breath; the two men held fast each other's hands, and laying his left on his heart, Eric said:

Certainly. there too?"


I hope that I shall show myself worthy of your appeal.”


I knew this, and it is better, as I said, that you have learned the thing from me. There's no doubt about the matter, depend upon it."

For a long while not a word was spoken.

Eric had called out Manna's name with Ro- | whole number. I can't make out, and it land's and his mother's. Now, for the first turns my head to think of what I should do time, in the deepest sorrow, it broke upon if I were possessed of many millions. To him fully, that he loved Manna; and with a found benevolent institutions, that is hardly sense of satisfaction the thought shot through enough; the whole world shouldn't be a his soul that he had not yet spoken to her vast almshouse, a piously endowed estaba word of love. lishment. I would have joy and beauty everywhere; men should be not only fed and clothed, they should also be happy. In the first place, I would found in every town a good salary for the teacher who leads the singing-club, and a pint of wine for every member on Sunday; and I would build a concert-hall in every town, with lofty summer-saloons, and well-heated rooms in winter, ornamented with beautiful paintings; and in them should be hung up the prizes gained by the club.

"I would also erect an institute for poor children, and make myself director of it; and then I would found a refuge for deserving tutors. I have even fixed on the name it should go by,-"The Home for Eventide." Oh, that will be magnificent; how the old teachers will wrangle and each extol his systera as the best! I have also decided to let the principal lie, and take a million from it to go travelling with. I would take with me a dozen or more companions, honest, capable men, naturalists, painters, sculptors, merchants, politicians, teachers in a word, capable men from all callings. I would have them equipped with everything needful, and we would stop wherever and as long as we chose. In this way I would learn what are the best social arrangements in the world, and when I came home I'd establish similar ones. I do not expect to find it out all at once. Only think what a fine thing such a journey would be, with a dozen or more right clever men, with our own ship for the sea, and with mules for the mountains. In a word, it would be splendid, and useful at the same time. And when Roland comes home he must turn agriculturist; it is altogether the best life; that is to say, man has in that life the best basis to stand upon the most natural basis. But, as I said, I am counting my chickens before they are hatched."

Terrified at this selfishness he started up. How could he think of himself, and not of her hard fate? He grieved for her, above all, that she should be the daughter of such

a man.

How will she bear it? And did she know it perhaps already? Was this the cause of her secluded life, of the eagerness to sacrifice herself and take the veil ?

"Don't lose yourself in thoughts and anxious speculations," said Weidmann admonishingly.

Eric did not dare to speak of Manna; he merely asked Weidmann whether he thought he ought to communicate this information to his mother; for it was doubly agonizing to have involved his mother in such a connec


Weidmann said that he well knew what a frightful thing it must be to eat this man's bread, to drink his wine, to receive services at his hand. But he impressed upon Eric the necessity of sparing his mother the recital as long as possible, since he needed her sorely as a stay for Frau Ceres and Manna. Yes, Weidmann called it a rare piece of good fortune to have at one's side, aiding and supporting, a woman so noble, and so tried in the battle of life.

It was long after midnight when Eric left his host.

He went to his room; he saw that Roland was asleep, and a silent vow rose to his lips, as he gazed upon the handsome, sleeping boy.

Eric wandered restless through the house and through the woods; meteors darted hither and thither through the sky; in the distance glistened the waves of the Rhine; a dewy atmosphere lay upon the whole earth; Eric found no rest, nay, he found hardly a moment's meditation. What should he, what could he do?

Morning began to glimmer; he returned to the courtyard.

Here everything was full of life. He first fell in with Knopf, who said to him:


"I haven't slept a wink the whole night on your account. Ah, that question of yours! Theoretically it cannot be solved, since all the real relations of life are made up not of whole numbers, but of fractions only, and can only be expressed in fractions. So the total also cannot be expressed in one

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"I take the holy morn to witness," exclaimed Knopf, "you are a man to be honored, Herr Dournay. If I had known at the time the antecedents of Herr Sonnenkamp, I should not have felt so secure when

of romantic pain. I cannot tolerate this sentimental nonsense between children. Now he has taken his leave, or rather not taken his leave in the night, and while he was sleeping she disappeared; that is a bit of romantic pain. This taking leave! In I was teaching Roland. I should always have felt as if there was a loaded pistol at my ear, to go off at any moment. Yes, you are a strong man; this is a new kind of greatness, for I know what it means to control and manage Roland as you do."


the morning, shivering and shaking on the steamer-landing, or at the railroad station, you take leave; then the ship or the train moves off, then you stand there like one who has been robbed, and then you have got to go back. Ah, it is so absurd! shiver a whole day after a farewell. But now if Roland wakes up and the child has flown away, that may leave a sweet, strong, ecstatic remembrance behind in the soul; and we too, you, Doctor, and I, are both giants in this children's story."

Knopf had seized hold of Eric's hand, and in his excessive enthusiasm he kissed it.

At this point Herr and Frau Weidmann came upon the scene, as well as their sons, the Russian, the Banker, and all the inmates of the house. All shook hands once more with Doctor Fritz and his child, and Lilian cried,


'Herr Knopf, give my compliments to Roland, the sleeper."

Away rolled the carriage, the inmates of the house retired to bed; all but Eric and Knopf, who still roamed about in the morning twilight; and Knopf was especially happy to watch so closely once more the universal awakening of nature.

He said that one always neglected it, unless compelled to observe it; and that there were doubtless many poets who sang of the dewy twilight of the morn, who were at the same time frightfully late sleep


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Eric was calm, and Knopf had a beatific look; his countenance with its smiles was like the stream, on whose bosom the wind tosses along the rippling waves. He maintained that they were both happy in being co-workers in the solution of the most difficult and most sublime problem of the century; for Eric had Roland to instruct, who would be obliged to have relations with slavery, and he himself had the Russian for a pupil, who had now the emancipated serfs to manage.

He represented that the prince wanted him to go home with him, and establish a school for the liberated scrfs; Doctor Fritz, on the other hand, wanted him to go to America and manage a school for the children of freed negroes. He reproached himself with not having really a stronger inclination for the negro children, for as he wished to be honest, he must confess he would only go to America for the sake of seeing Lilian once more, and observing how she developed, and what fortune was in store for her.

As Eric was returning to the courtyard, he saw Weidmann and the Banker getting into the carriage; they were going to the capital to negotiate for the domain. Eric bade good-bye to them, and expressed his determination to return at once to Villa Eden. As he named Villa Eden, he felt a shiver creep over him. Weidmann stepped out of the carriage once more, took Eric aside, impressed upon him the necessity of being circumspect, and from the carriage exclaimed,

"Dear Dournay, both for your mother and your aunt, my house is always yours." Eric went away to waken Roland. As he woke up, he cried,


Is it morning already? Are they still here?"

"Who ? "

"Lilian and her father."

"No; they have been gone this long while."

"And why didn't you wake me up?"

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