The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1855-02-17
3T2
THE JEW.
A TALE FROM THE RUSSIAN


master of this establishment. did its honors
with thorough German gravity. Perfect
order, extreme and conscientious, cleanli-
ness, reigned throughout the house. One
might pass through the servants room and
even through the Kitchens without meeting
with anything by which the sight was in
the least offended. The cellar was as well
arranged as bookcase, and the regulations
Of the house, as regarded both the service and
the hours of meals, were as punctuaily OBJ
served as they could have been in semina-
ry. If guest came in late, though it were
bat ten minutes he was served apart, in an
adjoining room, that the comfort of all
might not be sacrificed to the convenience
of one.
In the conversation at this table dhotc
there prevailed tone Of good society which
excluded neither ease nor pleasantly but
a caustic or indelicate expression would
have Jared on the ear like false note in a
well-executed concert. The countenance Of
Mrs Muller, in which dignity was blended
with benevolence, was the barometer by
which the young men regulated themselves
when the influence of Rhine wine or Stettin
beer might lead them little too far. Then
Mrs Muller assumed an air Of reserve; by
few words she adroitly broke off the conver
sation, and turned ii into another channel
and she glanced gravely at her daughter, who,
without affectation or poutlng, kept her eyes
fixed on her plate until the end of the meal.
Ellen Muller was the type of those beau
tiful German faces that the French call cold
because they know not how to read them
she was happy mixture of the Saxon and
Hanoverian characters. A pure and open
brow, eyes of inexpressible softness lips
habitually closed with maidenly reserve, a
transparent complexion, whose charming
bushes each moment protested against the
immobility of her bearing, auburn hair whose
rich and silken curls admirably harmonized
with the serenity of her features, graceful
and flexible form ust expanding into woman
hood ;-such was Ellen Muller
A counsellor Of the court, Hofrath Baron
Won Moth, who had resigned his functions1
IN consequence Of an injustice that had been
done him, several students, whose parents had
recommended them to the vigilance of Mr.
Muller, and few merchants, composed the
majority of the habitual guests. The party
was frequently increased by travellers, litera
ry men, and artists. After dinner, phil
phy, politics, or literature, were the usual
topics of conversation, in which Mr.. Null
ler. a man of extensive requirements and
great good sense, took part, with choice Of
expressions 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
piano, and sing some of those simple and
beautiful melodies in which the tenderness,
the gravity, and the piety of the German
national character seem to mingle. Then
conversation ceased; every countenance ex-
pressed profound attention; and each lis
tener, as if he was assisting at religious
service translated the accents of that uni
yersal language according to his svmpathies,
his associations, and the habitual direction
Cf his ideas.
l was not long in perceiving that Baron
Won Moth and young student named Wer-
YER were particularly sensible to Ellen's
charms and merit. In the Baron, middle
sged man, there was mixture of dignity
and eagerness which betrayed an almost
constant struggle between pride and the
energy of strong passion. 1t is between
the ages Of thirty and forty that the passions
have most empire over us. At that period
Of life the character is completely formed
and as we we'll know what we desire, so do
we strive TO attain our end with all the en-
ergy Of perfect organization.
Werer was little more than nineteen
years old. He was tall, fair, and melan-
choly. i am persuaded that love had reveal
IL hxy ho int