The Trinity times., 1855-03-03
From Blackwood's Magazine.l
THE JE W.
4 TALE FROM THE RUSSIAN.

was at Vienna few years ago After
trying in several tables. d'hote, established
myself at "a hotel in the Judenstrasse, lre-
duented by u select society. Mr.. Muller,
mas.er of this establishment, did its hOnurs
with thorough German gravity. Perfect or
der, extreme and conscientious cleanliness,
regned throughout the house One might
pass through the servants room, and even
through the kitchens, without meeting any
thing by which the sight was in the least
offended The cellar was as wel arranged
as a bookcase, and the regulations of the
house, as regarded both the service and the
houls of meals, were as punctually observed
rs they could have been in seminary. Ii a
guest came in late, though it were but ten
minutes, he was served apart, in an adjoln-
ing room, that the comfort Of all might not
be sacrificed % the convenience of one.
In the conversation at this table d'h0te
there prevailed lone Of good society which
excluded neither ease nor pleasantly; but a
caustio or indelicate expression would have
Jared on the ear like false note in well
executed concert. The countenance of Mrs.
Muller, IN which dignity was blended with
benevoence, was the barometer by which
the young men regulated themselves when
the influence of the Rhine wine or Stettin
beer might lead them little too far. Then
Mrs. Muller assumed an air Of reserve; by a
few words she adroitiy broke of the conver-
saton, and turned it into another channel;
and she glanced gravely at her daughter,
who without aifectaton or pOutlng, kept her
eyes fixed on her plate until the end Of the
meal.
Ellen Muller was the type Of those beau
tilu German faces which the French call
cold, because they know not how to read
them she was happy mixture of Saxon
and Hanoverian characters. A pure and
open brow, eyes of inexpressble softness
lips habltually closed with madenly reserve,
transparent complexion, whose charming
blnshes each moment protested against the
immobity of her bearing, auburn hair,
whose rich and silken curls admirably har-
monized with the features, a graceful and
flexible form Just expanding into woman
hoGd was Ellen Muller.
A councillor of the Court, Ilofrath Baron
Won Moth who had resigned his functions in
consequence of an injustice that had been
done him, several students whose parents
had recommended them TO the vigilance Of
MIR. Muller, and few merchants, composed
the majority of the habitual guests. The par
ty was frequently increased by travellers,
literary men, and artists. After dinner, PHI
losophy, politics, or literature, were the usual
topics of conversation, in which Mr.. Muller,
man of extensive requirements and great
good sense, took part, with choice of ex-
pressiOns and an elevation Of views that
would have astonished me in a man Of his
station in any country but Germany.
Sometimes Ellen would sit down to the pi-
ano, and sing some Of those simple and beau
tiful melodies, in which the tender ness, the
gravity, and the piety Of the German nation
al character seem TO mlngle. Then the con
yersation ceased; every countenance express
ed profound attention; and each listener. as
if he were assisting at a religious service,
translated the accents Of thai universal Ian
guage according to his sympathies, his asso-
Citations. aud the habitual direction OF hiS
ideas.
was not long in pcrceiving that Baron
Won Moth aud a young student named Wer
ter, were particularly sensible to Lllen't
charms and merit In the Baron, middle
aged man, there was a mixture Of eagerness
which betrayed an almost constant struggle
between pride and the energy Of strong
passion. It is between the ages Of thirty
and forty that the passions have most empire
over ~ Al that period Of lie the character
is completely ionned; and as We well know
what We desire, 90 do We strive TO attain our