18. CYCLE.

The reader is now curious about the afternoon, when the _élève_ is sent

into the polishing-mill of the Viennite, in order to know what sort of a

polishing he gets there. It cannot but make him still more curious, when

I repeat that Wehmeier, who, like other literati, resembled the elephant

in clumsiness and sagacity, found nothing more agreeable to think

of--and, therefore, to describe--in ancient history, than a great man,

who had on little, as, for instance, Diogenes, or went barefoot, like

Cato, or unshaven, like the philosophers; nay, he hit the very

Mittel-Mark, and drew out for himself Frederick the Second's clothes,

whereby he gained as much as Mr. Pagé in Paris, and carried _his_

shirts, like the noble Saladin's, and with similar proclamations, on

poles for show, and sketched, as a second _Scheiner_, the best map we

have of the sun-spots of snuff on Frederick. Then he took these naked,

rough colossi, and piled them together into one scale, and threw into

the other the light, wainscoted figures, like Falterle and the nice

Nuremberg Kinder-gärten of modern courts, and besought the scholar to

take notice which way the swaying tongue of the balance would

incline....

I am not wholly on thy side here, Magister, since vigorous youths too

easily, without any prompting, tear in pieces the thin plate of the

ceremonial law, and often the platers, the head masters of ceremonies,

into the bargain. For weaklings, the method is good.

Now, when Albano came to the accomplishing master, he could but faintly,

on account of the loud resonance of the previous lesson,--for children

of a certain depth, like buildings of a certain size, give an

_echo_,--apprehend what Falterle commanded; and only when he remained

some days without the historical sensation was he more widely open to

the lesser instructions, as gilded things cannot be silvered over till

the gold is worn off. The misfortune was, too, that he had to go through

his task-dances in the very next room to the study of the Director, who

was there occupied with his own. It often happened that Wehrfritz, when

Alban was as _distrait_ and inattentive in the Anglaise as a partner in

love, would cry out, while he was dictating in there, "In the name of

the three devils, chassez!" Quite as many cases might one reckon in

which, when the music-master, like a bass-drum, with everlasting

exhortations glided away through adagio into piano, the man had to call

out in there, with the strongest imaginable fortissimo, "Pianissimo,

Satan! pianissimo!" Sometimes he was obliged to rise from his labors,

when, in the fencing-lesson, all admonitions to "quart!" availed

nothing, and open the door, and, grim with fury, say to him of Vienna,

"For God's sake, sir, don't be a hare! Prick his leather soundly, if he

doesn't mind!" Whereupon the courtly fencing-master would only gently

encourage him to "quart thrust."

Nevertheless, he learned much. In such early years one cannot rise above

the finery nor the fine arts of a Falterle, who, besides, was reinforced

with the magical advantage of having shone and taught in the forbidden

metropolis. Only the loud stride and the boots were not to be taken from

the pupil; but the shoulders soon grew horizontal, and the head

perpendicular; and the oscillating fingers, together with the restless

body, were steadied with Stahl's eye-holder. In general, men with a

_liberal_ soul in a finely-built body have already, without Falterle's

espalier-wall and scissors, an agreeable shape and stature. Moreover,

he felt toward the neat, friendly Falterle that holy _first love for

men_ wherewith a child's heart twines round all inmates of his home and

village; and simply for this reason, that a lady could wind the Viennite

about her ring-finger,--yes, inside of the gold ring itself,--and

because he spoke and lied about the Knight of the Golden Fleece as about

a king, and because he was the most agreeable creature that ever trod

the earth.

As I mean in my biographies to teach tolerance and even-handed justice

toward all characters, I must here lead the way with a pattern of

toleration, by remarking of Falterle, that his poor, thin soul had not

the power to develop itself under the stone table of the laws of

etiquette, and under the wooden yoke of an imposing station. To whom did

the poor devil ever do any harm? Not even to ladies, for whom indeed he

was always laboring before the looking-glass, like a copperplate

engraver, upon his dear self, but only, like other sculptors, by this

artistic work, to display pure beauties, not to mislead them. The

sea-water of his life--for he is neither a millionnaire, nor even the

greatest _savant_ of the age, although he has read about among many

circulating libraries--is sweetened by the water of beauty, wherein he

hourly bathes. He swills and gormandizes scarcely at all. If he curses

and swears, he does it in foreign languages, as the Papist makes his

prayers, and flatters very few except himself.

The vain man, and still more the vain woman, hate vain persons much too

violently; for such persons, after all, are more diseased in the head

than in the will. I can here cheerfully appeal to every thinking reader,

whether he ever, even when he was going about with an uncommonly vain

feeling, remembers to have detected any deep qualms of conscience or

discords in himself, which, however, were never wanting, when he lied

very much or was too hard. Much rather has he, on such occasions,

experienced an uncommonly agreeable rocking of his inner man in the

cradle of state. Hence a vain man is as hard to cure as a gambler; but

for this further reason,--most sins are occasional sermons and

occasional poems, and must frequently be set aside, from the third to

the tenth commandment inclusive. Marriage, the Sabbath, a man's word,

cannot be broken at any given hour. One cannot bear false witness

against himself, any more than he can play ninepins or fight a duel with

himself. Many considerable sins can only be committed on Easter-Fair or

New-Year's Day, or in the Palais Royal, or in the Vatican. Many royal,

margravely, princely crimes are possible only once in a whole life; many

never at all,--for instance, the sin against the Holy Ghost. On the

contrary, one can praise and crown himself inwardly day and night,

summer and winter, in every place,--in the pulpit, in the Prater, in the

general's tent, on the back seat of a sleigh, in the princely chair, in

any part of Germany,--for instance, in Weimar. What! and must one let

this perennial balsam-plant, which continually perfumes the inner man,

be plucked up or lopped off?

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