CHAPTER II.
Melina was in hopes to get established, with his company, in a small but
thriving town at some distance. They had already reached the place where the
count’s horses were to turn, and now they looked about for other carriages and
cattle to transport them onward. Melina had engaged to provide them a
conveyance: he showed himself but niggardly, according to his custom.
Wilhelm, on the contrary, had the shining ducats of the countess in his pocket,
and thought he had the fullest right to spend them merrily; forgetting very soon
how ostentatiously he had produced them in the stately balance transmitted to his
father.
His friend Shakspeare, whom with the greatest joy he acknowledged as his
godfather, and rejoiced the more that his name was Wilhelm, had introduced him
to a prince, who frolicked for a time among mean, nay, vicious companions, and
who, notwithstanding his nobleness of nature, found pleasure in the rudeness,
indecency, and coarse intemperance of these altogether sensual knaves. This
ideal likeness, which he figured as the type and the excuse of his own actual
condition, was most welcome to our friend; and the process of self-deception, to
which already he displayed an almost invincible tendency, was thereby very
much facilitated.
He now began to think about his dress. It struck him that a waistcoat, over
which, in case of need, one could throw a little short mantle, was a very fit thing
for a traveller. Long knit pantaloons, and a pair of lacing-boots, seemed the true
garb of a pedestrian. He next procured a fine silk sash, which he tied about him,
under the pretence at first of securing warmth for his person. On the other hand,
he freed his neck from the tyranny of stocks, and got a few stripes of muslin
sewed upon his shirt; making the pieces of considerable breadth, so that they
presented the complete appearance of an ancient ruff. The beautiful silk
neckerchief, the memorial of Mariana, which had once been saved from burning,
now lay slackly tied beneath this muslin collar. A round hat, with a party-colored
band, and a large feather, perfected the mask.
The women all asserted that this garb became him very well. Philina in
particular appeared enchanted with it. She solicited his hair for herself, —
beautiful locks, which, the closer to approach the natural ideal, he had
unmercifully clipped. By so doing she recommended herself not amiss to his
favor; and our friend, who by his open-handedness had acquired the right of
treating his companions somewhat in Prince Harry’s manner, erelong fell into
the humor of himself contriving a few wild tricks, and presiding in the execution
of them. The people fenced, they danced, they devised all kinds of sports, and, in
their gayety of heart, partook of what tolerable wine they could fall in with in
copious proportions; while, amid the disorder of this tumultuous life, Philina lay
in wait for the coy hero, — over whom let his better genius keep watch!
One chief diversion, which yielded the company a frequent and very pleasing
entertainment, consisted in producing an extempore play, in which their late
benefactors and patrons were mimicked, and turned into ridicule. Some of our
actors had seized very neatly whatever was peculiar in the outward manner of
several distinguished people in the count’s establishment; their imitation of these
was received by the rest of the party with the greatest approbation: and when
Philina produced, from the secret archives of her experience, certain peculiar
declarations of love that had been made to her, the audience were like to die with
laughing and malicious joy.
Wilhelm censured their ingratitude; but they told him in reply that these
gentry well deserved what they were getting, their general conduct toward such
deserving people, a sour friends believed themselves, not having been by any
means the best imaginable. The little consideration, the neglect they had
experienced, were now described with many aggravations. The jesting,
bantering, and mimicry proceeded as before: our party were growing bitterer and
more unjust every minute.
“I wish,” observed Wilhelm, “there were no envy or selfishness lurking under
what you say, but that you would regard those persons and their station in the
proper point of view. It is a peculiar thing to be placed, by one’s very birth, in an
elevated situation in society. The man for whom inherited wealth has secured a
perfect freedom of existence; who finds himself from his youth upwards
abundantly encompassed with all the secondary essentials, so to speak, of human
life, — will generally become accustomed to consider these qualifications as
the first and greatest of all; while the worth of that mode of human life, which
nature from her own stores equips and furnishes, will strike him much more
faintly. The behavior of noblemen to their inferiors, and likewise to each other,
is regulated by external preferences. They give each credit for his title, his rank,
his clothes, and equipage; but his individual merits come not into play.”
This speech was honored with the company’s unbounded applause. They
declared it to be shameful, that men of merit should constantly be pushed into
the background; and that, in the great world, there should not be a trace of
natural and hearty intercourse. On this latter point particularly they overshot all
bounds.
“Blame them not for it,” said Wilhelm, “rather pity them! They have seldom
an exalted feeling of that happiness which we admit to be the highest that can
flow from the inward abundance of nature. Only to us poor creatures is it granted
to enjoy the happiness of friendship in its richest fulness. Those dear to us we
cannot elevate by our countenance, or advance by our favor, or make happy by
our presents. We have nothing but ourselves. This whole self we must give
away; and, if it is to be of any value, we must make our friend secure of it
forever. What an enjoyment, what a happiness, for giver and receiver! With what
blessedness does truth of affection invest our situation! It gives to the transitory
life of man a heavenly certainty: it forms the crown and capital of all that we
possess.”
While he spoke thus, Mignon had come near him: she threw her little arms
round him, and stood with her cheek resting on his breast. He laid his hand on
the child’s head, and proceeded, “It is easy for a great man to win our minds to
him, easy to make our hearts his own. A mild and pleasant manner, a manner
only not inhuman, will of itself do wonders, — and how many means does he
possess of holding fast the affections he has once conquered? To us, all this
occurs less frequently; to us it is all more difficult; and we naturally, therefore,
put a greater value on whatever, in the way of mutual kindness, we acquire and
accomplish. What touching examples of faithful servants giving themselves up
to danger and death for their masters? How finely has Shakspeare painted out
such things to us! Fidelity, in this case, is the effort of a noble soul, struggling to
become equal with one exalted above it. By steadfast attachment and love, the
servant is made equal to his lord, who, but for this, is justified in looking on him
as a hired slave. Yes, these virtues belong to the lower class of men alone: that
class cannot do without them, and with them it has a beauty of its own. Whoever
is enabled to requite all favors easily will likewise easily be tempted to raise
himself above the habit of acknowledgment. Nay, in this sense, I am of opinion
it might almost be maintained, that a great man may possess friends, but cannot
be one.”
Mignon clung more and more closely to him.
“It may be so,” replied one of the party: “we do not need their friendship, and
do not ask it. But it were well if they understood a little more about the arts,
which they affect to patronize. When we played in the best style, there was none
to mind us: it was all sheer partiality. Any one they chose to favor, pleased; and
they did not choose to favor those that merited to please. It was intolerable to
observe how often silliness and mere stupidity attracted notice and applause.”
“When I abate from this,” said Wilhelm, “what seemed to spring from irony
and malice, I think we may nearly say, that one fares in art as he does in love.
And, after all, how shall a fashionable man of the world, with his dissipated
habits, attain that intimate presence with a special object, which an artist must
long continue in, if he would produce any thing approaching to perfection, — a
state of feeling without which it is impossible for any one to take such an
interest, as the artist hopes and wishes, in his work?
“Believe me, my friends, it is with talents as with virtue; one must love them
for their own sake, or entirely renounce them. And neither of them is
acknowledged and rewarded, except when their possessor can practise them
unseen, like a dangerous secret.”
“Meanwhile, until some proper judge discovers us, we may all die of hunger,”
cried a fellow in the corner.
“Not quite inevitably,” answered Wilhelm. “I have observed, that, so long as
one stirs and lives, one always finds food and raiment, though they be not of the
richest sort. And why should we repine? Were we not, altogether unexpectedly,
and when our prospects were the very worst, taken kindly by the hand, and
substantially entertained? And now, when we are in want of nothing, does it
once occur to us to attempt any thing for our improvement, or to strive, though
never so faintly, towards advancement in our art? We are busied about
indifferent matters; and, like school-boys, we are casting all aside that might
bring our lesson to our thoughts.”
“In sad truth,” said Philina, “it is even so! Let us choose a play: we will go
through it on the spot. Each of us must do his best, as if he stood before the
largest audience.”
They did not long deliberate: a play was fixed on. It was one of those which at
that time were meeting great applause in Germany, and have now passed away.
Some of the party whistled a symphony; each speedily bethought him of his part;
they commenced, and acted the entire play with the greatest attention, and really
well beyond expectation. Mutual applauses circulated: our friends had seldom
been so pleasantly diverted.
On finishing, they all felt exceedingly contented, partly on account of their
time being spent so well, partly because each of them experienced some degree
of satisfaction with his own performance. Wilhelm expressed himself copiously
in their praise: the conversation grew cheerful and merry.
“You would see,” cried our friend, “what advances we should make, if we
continued this sort of training, and ceased to confine our attention to mere
learning by heart, rehearsing and playing mechanically, as if it were a barren
duty, or some handicraft employment. How different a character do our musical
professors merit! What interest they take in their art! how correct are they in the
practisings they undertake in common! What pains they are at in tuning their
instruments; how exactly they observe time; how delicately they express the
strength and the weakness of their tones! No one there thinks of gaining credit to
himself by a loud accompaniment of the solo of another. Each tries to play in the
spirit of the composer, each to express well whatever is committed to him, be it
much or little.
“Should not we, too, go as strictly and as ingeniously to work, seeing we
practise an art far more delicate than that of music, — seeing we are called on
to express the commonest and the strangest emotions of human nature, with
elegance, and so as to delight? Can any thing be more shocking than to slur over
our rehearsal, and in our acting to depend on good luck, or the capricious choice
of the moment? We ought to place our highest happiness and satisfaction in
mutually desiring to gain each other’s approbation: we should even value the
applauses of the public only in so far as we have previously sanctioned them
among ourselves. Why is the master of the band more secure about his music
than the manager about his play? Because, in the orchestra, each individual
would feel ashamed of his mistakes, which offend the outward ear; but how
seldom have I found an actor disposed to acknowledge or feel ashamed of
mistakes, pardonable or the contrary, by which the inward ear is so outrageously
offended! I could wish, for my part, that our theatre were as narrow as the wire
of a rope-dancer, that so no inept fellow might dare to venture on it, instead of
being, as it is, a place where every one discovers in himself capacity enough to
flourish and parade.”
The company gave this apostrophe a kind reception; each being convinced
that the censure conveyed in it could not apply to him, after acting a little while
ago so excellently with the rest. On the other hand, it was agreed, that during this
journey, and for the future if they remained together, they would regularly
proceed with their training in the manner just adopted. Only it was thought, that,
as this was a thing of good humor and free will, no formal manager must be
allowed to have a hand in it. Taking it for an established fact, that, among good
men, the republican form of government is the best, they declared that the post
of manager should go round among them: he must be chosen by universal
suffrage, and every time have a sort of little senate joined in authority along with
him. So delighted did they feel with this idea, that they longed to put it instantly
in practice.
“I have no objection,” said Melina, “if you incline making such an experiment
while we are travelling: I shall willingly suspend my own directorship until we
reach some settled place.” He was in hopes of saving cash by this arrangement,
and of casting many small expenses on the shoulders of the little senate or of the
interim manager. This fixed, they went very earnestly to counsel how the form
of the new commonwealth might best be adjusted.
“’Tis an itinerating kingdom,” said Laertes: “we shall at least have no quarrels
about frontiers.”
They directly proceeded to the business, and elected Wilhelm as their first
manager. The senate also was appointed, the women having seat and vote in it:
laws were propounded, were rejected, were agreed to. In such playing, the time
passed on unnoticed; and, as our friends had spent it pleasantly, they also
conceived that they had really been effecting something useful, and, by their new
constitution, had been opening a new prospect for the stage of their native
country.
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