The penny press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1859-1860, 1859-11-17
From the Home Journal
THE LOVE OF SCHILLER.
BY ADA BOLTON.
TooNcLUsIoN.1

"See the ladies of Lengfeld" hastily
fell from Wilhelm's lips, while with a
sudden return to his former gayety of
manner, he sprang from his horse, and as
Schiller followed his example, gave a
brief charge to his groom, consigning the
steeds to his care.
ave will join them in their evening
walk" exclaimed Wilhelm. "See, they
look up-they smile: is she not lovely?'
"As an angel!'' exclaimed Schiller, in
the low tones Of suppressed enthusiasm
but his friend was too much absorbed in
that vision Of sunny ringlets and azure
eyes, to mark that the poets glances
rested on the dark haired Charlotte, as he
replied to his eager question.
In few moments the friends met and
Wilhelm, after receiving right sousinly
greeting, presented his companion to the
Lady of Lengefeld, who welcomed him
with stately grace, and presented him in
turn to her daughters.
The two sisters made an exquisite pic
ture as they stood together in their light,
flowing, summer robes, the soft breeze
ripping the fair curls of the elder, and
lifting the dark, wavy tresses from the
pure, pale cheek and lovely, thoughtful
brow Of the younger-"sweet, pensive
Charlotte, whom a poets love has i'm
moralized.
"We were going, my dear Wilhelm, to
watch the sunset from under the old lin
den on the hill" said the Lady, with a
smile: then turning to Schiller, while a
pleasant light beamed from her still fine
eyes, she continued, "I am happy in
thinking that you will look on my
favorite view at this poetic hour" And
accepting the arm Of the young poet,
she led the way to the rustic seat under
the linden, while her children followed
with their cousin Wilhelm
1t was lovely scene The sun had
just disappeared beyond the distant noun
tains, leaving in his wake train of ROSY,
golden-edged clouds, which seemed to
color the soft sumner air with their own
bright hues. Far across the valley,
through which the winding river pursued
its course of light and shadow, rose the
gray towers of Lengefeld above the green
dark branches of ancient Wald, while
from the Gothic steeple of the old chapel
near by, rang out the evening chimes
plaintiff, soothing chimes, that softened
each heart to tender sadness as their
music melted into the influence of the
hour.
The friends fingered beneath the old
linden until the sweet light of the sum-
mer moon flooded the valley, when the
Lady silently rose, reminding her young
companions of the hour; and then, adding
few courteous words expressive of the
happiness with which she would welcome
her nephew's poet-friend to Lengefeld,
turned her steps homeward In less than
half an hour, the party stood in the great
hall Of the castle, and little later they
were all seated at its hospitable board,
partaking Of the evening meal.
After the repast was finished, and thew
were again in the spacious hall, Wilhelm
prevailed on the gentle Charlotte to seat
herself at the harp, which stood in the
embrasure of lofty window, through
which a shower Of moonlight fell in broken
waves over the silver strings. Her
voice was firm and sweet, and Schiller
has compared her playing to-
"A Tyre sounds from the paradise afar.
Aharp-note trembling from some gracious STAR,
That evening, with its charms of music
and conversation, was the opening chapter
of little romance in the lives of these
gifted and noble beings a romance
which few months converted into a
a beautiful reality, whose blessings
crowned them down to their latest hour.
The next morn saw the young men on
their way to the capital, from whence
Wilhelm departed with his regiment and
Schiller found himself again alone. But
he did not forget the fair cadette Of Lenge.
field, and it was with strange, vet ioyous
thrill that seemed like premonition of
the happy influence she would exert on
his future, that Schiller heard of Char
lotte's arrival in Weimar. She had come
to pass the gay season with relative,
Madame de Stein, an enthusiastic friend
of Schiller. At the house Of this ladv
the young poet resumed his acquaintance
with the lovely girl, which soon ripened
into love pure and elevated as Il was
hl-duSoIUAuS.
1t was o gala night at the palace Of the
Grand Duchess Amelia The brilliant
suit of apartments leading from the grand
saloon in which Amelia, surrounded by
her ladies, stood to receive her guests,
was filed with jeweled woman Of every
age, with their cavaliers; and in the dane
ing hall the music of chosen band
gave out it's glad invitation. Here Char