Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-08-04
lrom BlaekwoOc's Magzzil
THE JEW.
A TALE PROM The RUSSIAN.

1 was at Vienna few years ago. After try
ing several tables d'hOte established myself at
a hotel in the Judentrasse, frequented by a
select society. Mr.. Muller, master Of this es-
tablishment, did its honors with thorough Ger
man gravity. ferfect order, extreme and con-
seientious cleanliness, ,reigned throughthe house
One might pass through the servants room,
and even through the kitchen, without meet
ing with anything by which the sight was in
the least offended. The cellar was as well ar
ranged as a book case, and the regulations Of
the house, as regarded both the service and the
hours Of meals, were as punctualy observed
as they could have been in seminary If a
guest came in late, though it were but ten
minutes. he was served apart, in an adjoining
room, that the comfort OF all might not be sac
nhced TO the convenience of one
In the conversation at this table dihOte there
prevailed tone of good society which excluded
neither ease nor p,easantry; but a caustie OF
indeiicate expression would have Jared on the
ear like i false note in a well executed concert
The eountenanee Of Mrs. Muller, in which dig
nifty was blended with benevoenee, was the ba-
rOmeter by which the young men regulated
themselves when the influence of Rhine wine
or Stetiin beer might lead them little too far.
Then Mrs. Muller assumed an air of reserve
by few words she adroitly broke off the con-
versatiOn, and turned it into another channel;
and she glanced grayely at her daughter, who,
without affectation or POuting, kept her eyes
fixed on her plate until the end of the meal
Ellen Muller was the type Of those beautiful
German faces which the French call cold, be-
cause they know not how to read them; she
was happy mixture of the Saxon and Hano-
yeTian characters. A pure and open brow, ewes
of inexpressible soitness, lips habitually closed
with maidenly reserve, transparent complex
ion, whose charming bushes each moment pro-
tested against the immobllity of her bearing,
auburn hair, whose rich and silken curls admi-
rably harmoniZed with the serenity of her fea-
lures, graceful and flexible form lust expand
ing into wOmanhood-such was Ellen Muller.
a counselor of the Court, Hofrath Baron Won
Moth, who had resigned his functions in con-
sequence of an injustice thdt had been done
him; several students, whosN parents had re-
them TO the vigipnce of Mr. Null
Ter, and few merchants, COMPOSED the major
ity of the habiiual guests. The party was fre-
quently increased by travellers, literary men and
artists. After dinner, philosophy, politics, or
were the usual topics of eonversa-
ton, in which Mr.. Muller, man of extensive
requirements and good sense, took part, with |
choice of expressions and an elevation Of views
that would have astonished me in man of his /
sLdllOu III Au1 COuutIy Jul
Sometimes Files would sit down to the piano, |
and sing some of those siggle 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 expressed profound attention; /
and each listener, as if he were assisting at a /
religious service, translated the accents of that
universal language according to his sympathies, |
his associations and the habitual direction of his
IDEAS.
was not long in percsiving that Baron Won /
Moth and young student named Werter were |
particularly sensible to Ellens charms and mer. !
il In the Baron, middle-aged man, there was |
a mixture Of dignity and eagerness which be- |
trsyed an almost constant struggle between |
pride and the energy Of strong passion. Its
between the ages of thirty and forty that the |
passions have most empire over us At that |
period of life the character is completely form
ed I; and as we well know what we desire, so do |
we strive to attain our end with all tie energy |
Of perfect organization.
Herter was little more than nineteen years |
Did. He was tall. fair and melancholy l am |
persuaded that love had revealed itself to the |
young student by the intermediation of the mu.
sical sense. had more than once watched him |
when Elan sang. A sort Of fever agitated him; |
he isolated himself in a corner of the room, and
here, in mute eestacy, the poor boy inhaled /
he poison Of love
The Pretensions Of Ellen's two admirers man
Tested themselves in attentions of very differ
mt kinds, and In which were displayed their
iifferent natures. The Baron brought Mrs.
Muller tickets for concerts and theaters Often
It the dessert, he would send for delicious Hun
yarian wine, in which he drank the health Of
he ladies, slightly incliniDg his head to Ellen,
Is if he would have said-I bow 10 you alone.
Werter would steslthily place upon the piano a
lew ballad, or volume of poetry and when
he young girl took it up, his face flushed and
frightened as if the blood were about TO burst
rom it. Ellen smiled mOdestly at the Baron.
II gracefully thanked the student; but she
eemed not to suspect that which neither ofthem
Jared TO tell her.
An attentive observer of all that passed, did
ny utmost TO read Ellen's heart, and decide as
o the future chance Of the Baron's or the stu
lent's loves She was passiOnately fond Of
narratives and adventure, and, thanks to the
wandering life had led, was able ia grati-
y this taste. | noticed that traits Of gene
osity and noble devotion produced an ex-
raordinary effect upon her. Her eyes sparkled
. though she would fain have distinguished,
Trough time and space, the hero Of a noble ac.
loni then tears moistened her beautiful lashes,
: reflection recalled her TO the realities Of life
understood that neither the Baron nor WeFter
vas the man TO win her heart they were nei-
ner OF them equal to her. Had been ten
ears younger, think should have been vain
nough TO enter the lists But another person,
Fhom none would at first have taken for a
nan capable Of feeling and inspiring a