The penny press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1859-1860, 1859-11-16
From the Home Journal.l
THE LOVE or SCHILLER.
By ADA BOLTON,


part of the vast playhouse rose rapture
Of applause such as those old walls had
never re-echoed before! There was
momenlary hush when the favorite actor,
lfland, leading the Louise Of the play,
answered the call Of the excited audience;
but as he and the young girl, having bent
in grateful Acknowledgement were about
to disappear, the enthusiasm of the people
again burst forth, and eager voices were
heard demanding, "rhe name-the name
Of the authorl' gseo,
Idland spoke not, but remained motion.
less, pointing with slight but significant
gesture to private box near the stage,
where slender youth, with bright curls
swept back from ARROW ofwondrous depth
and power, stood alone, his arms folded on
his breast, and his lips wearing the smile
Of one under the spell of some enchanting
dream.
"ScHILERl Es lebe Friedrich Schil-
Ier!" ?"
The cry originated with knot of stu
dents in The gray uniform Of the Duke
karls Academy at Stuttgard. They had
recognised in the solitary occupant Of the
private box, their old comrade, Frederic
Schiller, and with Joyous impulse they
shouted his name aloud. In an instant a
thousand voices were repeating "Es lebe,
cs Iebe-long, live Frederic Schillerrs,
In one Of the Court boxes, overlooking
that of the young poet sat the Lady of
Lengcfeld, with her two fair daughters,
Carolina and Charlotte. The mother and
elder daughter were magnifcently arrayed
according to the fashion of the time,i but
the girlish Charlotte, of scarce seventeen
summers, was attired with the studied
simplicity deemed apprOpriatelto maid
en- who bad not yet passed the threshold
Of the gay world. Her robe pale azure,
though it enhanced the pure beauty of her
complexion, was of unpretending texture,
and the dainty throat and rounded arms
knew no other ornament than their own
fairness. Her dark hair was gathered in
u rich knot at the back of her beautiful
head, disclosing the sweet clear lines Of
her perfect profile. Her eyes were dark
and fne-they were shining now with /
the fire ofyouthful enthusiasm; as bending
forward, with quick, impulsive move
mont, she swept aside the crimson hang
ings in whose shade-seeins yet unseen
she had sat, during the play, and looked,
for the first time, on the idol of the hour
And in him she unconsciously beheld her
destiny
And Schillerl
Forgotten now were all those weary
years Of exile from his dear Suaban land,
when the boy-poet's heart poured itself
out in that burning prayer-1n thine
arms cast myself, o German fatherlandl
Take him up who resigns for thee all the
loys Of love and home-take him up into
thy gFeat heart And if thou canst not
if / am powerless to accomplish the great
work before me--grant me, fatherland,
the glorious boon, an early death in thy
service, and deign to write on my lowly
tomb--IIe dreamed of the true, of the ex-
cellcnt, and we bless him for his dreamsl''
The weary past forgotten, one thought
Of abiding joy entered Schiller's soul,
aud moved him to glad tears in that hour
Of triumph-"The latherland has heard
myprayer!-und nunpi ich Elm DIoHTER"
Three years had elapsed since the first
rcpresentation of "Cabal and Love-
three years of brilliant success and hon
orable lame-when Schiller found home
and genial companionship in the genius
fostering capital Of Weimar.
One summer evening, as he was return
1g from pleasure excursion with Will
helm de Wolzogen, one of his college
friends, the latter entreated Schiller to
pass the night with him at the castle of
his aunt near Rudolstadt, picturesque
and charming old town on the river Saale,
along whose banks the friends were then
riding
"rho Lady of Lengefeld will give you
a.c0rdial welcome, and as tony sweet cous-
ms, Caroline and Charlotte 1 fancy they
have not yet forgotten Frederic Schiller"
urged the impulsive Wilhelm. '5
what are you saying, my dear, wild
Wilhelm?" cried schiller. "Not forgot
ten mel-Why, have never had the
happiness of meeting your relatives" he
added, while a slight smile played over
the usually grave features,
IL ID pAuO eh"u yOu hn'C iOfCA 1h0V
them-but they have seen you. DO
you remember the first night of 'Cabal
and Love?' They were present at that
representation, and beheld you in all the
glory Of your first public triumph. But,
liobor Freund," continued Wilhelm, after
u pause, and speaking with much hesita-
ton, II will be frank with you. / have
personal reason for wishing to pass few
hours more within those walls. From
early boyliood my love for Caroline de
Lengefield has been the cherished secret
of my heart 1t hasl been unavowed, be-
cause hopeless, for she has been affanced
frcln infancy to one more favored of for
tune-her fathers choice; and, in dying
he bound the devoted girl to the fulfillment
OF her contract by q solemn promise. She
win soon be lost to me forever. You
know that my regiment is ordered abroad
in few days--I will never return to the
iathorland. But must see my treasure
once more-clasp the hand would die to
wip again in mine-hear again that voice
of music-look again into those eyes of
blue! o, Schiller o, Schiller You have
called me wild, even volatile! talk much,
it is true, generally with reckless Igaity,
strongly at variance with my real feel
ings. Alasl the dull, heavy pain at my