Round the benighted travellers; when the Harz The youngest and the fairest; or the sword But not on these rest I my claim to honour; -- To that of our great Master,-the destroyer By an enthusiastic spirit, she deems Is ardent love, hath made her seek this meeting, Schatten. Thou hast done well; But what has brought her comrade? Reibez. There my arts That she might save her loved Michelle from death. That they who share the action share the guilt, And shall partake of the same fate as those Who sinn'd with the worst motives ?-Knows she this? Reibez. Unto the letter:-yet so firm her love, So pure her heart from evil, that she ventures To urge her lover in such strains of valour, That he, aspiring to immortal fame, Died in the thickest fight; whilst his brave friend Schatten. No more!-they come!-Now to your holts, and horsts, Ye spirits of the Brocken; where for ages Your resting-place hath been.-Away,—Away! At this command all the spirits disappeared, while Schattenmann and Reibezhahl assumed the likeness of Carl Brandenbelt and Steine Standardtmann, as Laurette and Michelle ascended the brow of the mountain. "Well, Laurette," said her friend, "here we are, on the top of the Brocken mountain, at midnight, on the first of May! Well, really if I'd expected half so much terror as we've seen to-night, I would not have come for the world." "Ah, Michelle! the curate always said, the ascent to virtue is hard, but we find the descent to vice is harder and if any thing that we have seen or heard to-night should prevent you from consulting with these terrible and wicked demons, I shall bless God for all our terrors, and receive them only as the marks of his love." "Oh, my friend, my ever-amiable and kind Laurette!" replied the now-softened Michelle, "Oh that I had but followed your pious advice whilst we were in safety; but now all is too late, all is over.' Laurette was about to answer, when two persons in the habits of German soldiers advanced; and each of them seizing upon one of the terrified damsels, exclaimed, eh? But that 66 So, girls, you thought to escape us, won't do; we soldiers know too many tricks even for two women together." "In the name of heaven, what art thou?" said Laurette to the one who had taken hold of her. "Come, come, Laurette Engelhertze! no coquetry. What! not know your own lover, Steine Standardtmann? I assure you, I came all the way from Marienthal to see you." "You have the form and dress of Standardtmann, certainly; but if you be he, you will remember our signal, and repeat with me— As the first part of this verse is a powerful and infallible touchstone of all hidden malice of demons, and a preservative from all their vengeance, the two fiends immediately burst forth in their own dreadful forms: the Brocken was filled with all the fearful rout that had so lately vanished, and the thousand echoes of the mountain resounded with all that variety of terrific noises with which they had been so much alarmed beneath. Michelle on the discovery ran tremblingly up to Laurette, and hiding her face in her friend's bosom, while she embraced her, cried- "Oh, Laurette! if we must die, let it be together." When the two Harz spirits had taken their own shapes, and all the others had suddenly appeared, Schattenmann addressed the two females with, Cease with this idle trembling,-Cease, and hear Or what ye will, ye cannot ask too much. Lau. Yes, I will not ask more than your power can grant, The wealth of a good conscience! The bright honour VOL. II. E Attendant on a Christian! and the fame Mich. Ay! these are our best wishes! I have err'd The mass of guilt I carried: Not to save E'en our hearts' lovers, would we ask from you The word that might preserve them from the sword. Reibez. Thou never shalt behold them more!-they lie On Marienthal's battle-field! -Thy Carl Fell through the laudable and gentle wish Thou didst express to him in mad-brain'd rhyme, That he should gather glory; while his friend Lost his heart's blood in the vain hope to save him! 'Twas thine own action all!-Oh, 'twas a kind And most considerate mistress that devised it. Mich. Oh, wretched wanton creature!-but all tears -over! (Dics.) Lau. Now, fiends, I thank yeye have cut from earth (Dies.) To the above tragical end of Michelle Flüchterfelt, and Laurette Engelhertze, the Lienalle Register adds only, that the storm of that night was suddenly hushed; that the bodies were found undecayed, a short time after, by a wolf-hunter on the Harz; and that they were buried together in the churchyard of Altenau, THERE are four lines, written by the celebrated doctor Donne, about the year 1612, which suggest something of the French manners and peculiarities in 1815: "Men of France, changeable Camelions, He exclaims to his mistress, whom he is addressing,— -"Oh, stay here, for, for thee England is only a worthy gallery!" The hearty warmth of this advice, originating in a regard for female purity, would not, we hope, be more inconsistent if given now than it was then. Butler, the author of Hudibras, wrote some years later; he detects and describes with acute discernment and sound understanding the national character of France, as it has been exemplified in more modern * This article is by the late Mr. Scott, author of two excellent works on France, and the first editor of the London Magazine. |