A Moravian settlement! As we enter it, it seems as if we stepped into
another sphere, so utterly unlike is it to the bustle and hurry of the
age of progress which prevails in the outer world that presses so
closely upon its borders, and against which it quietly but firmly
opposes the bulwarks of its ancient customs, the simplicity of its
regulations, and the severity of its discipline. It has no intercourse
with the tide of human life surging around it. It seems like a small
body of Christians, left from the Apostolic age, that after being
buried for centuries has been dug out in later days. The government of
the community resembles that of a large family bound together by ties
of love; all its members are brothers and sisters, divided, according
to age, sex, and conditions of life, into bands called choruses, at the
head of each an elder, either male or female, presiding and
superintending its spiritual affairs and enforcing its daily
discipline. Each elder gives in a report of all that occurs in the
chorus to the Conference, as this is the chief board of management in
the society. There is, therefore, nothing which transpires in the life
of any individual that is not brought before this tribunal.
About ten o'clock one morning, an elegant carriage, drawn by two
spirited horses, passed through the quiet, scrupulously clean streets
of the settlement, and drew up at the door of the hotel, or, as they
call it, the general lodging-house; and from the vehicle sprang a young
and very distinguished-looking gentleman with erect, military bearing
and noble features. He was followed by a lady, and a young girl of
about twelve years of age, and a tall, lanky lad who had not yet lost
his boyish awkwardness.
"Unharness and take the trunk to the Sisters' house," said the
gentleman to the coachman.
The newly-arrived guests entered the sitting-room, which was entirely
unoccupied, and whose clean, freshly-sanded floor seemed almost to
shine with a consciousness of its own spotlessness. The host, a quiet
old man, entered to receive their commands, which he attended to in
person. Everything was done silently; not even the plates and glasses
rattled as they were placed on the-table; and when all was prepared,
the man left the room, not attempting, after the manner of hosts in
general, to enter into conversation with his guests, or to ply them
with questions as to whence they came, whither they were going, etc.
The lady, a very remarkable-looking woman, was apparently the mother of
the three others, but seemed young to be the parent of the eldest, who
had evidently numbered thirty years.
The breakfast, which was excellent and well served, was quickly
disposed of; and dinner being ordered for two o'clock, the little party
left the house. On the street, the same stillness, the same absence of
people prevailed as elsewhere.
"Do you know the way to the Sisters' house, mother?" asked the young
man of the lady as they led the way, the two younger ones following
behind.
"Of course, Alexander," she replied. "I was here once, some years ago,
on a visit to President von Karsdorf, and I can perfectly remember how
full of interest the whole place was, and how pleased the Karsdorfs
were to think they could end their lives in this peaceful, quiet spot."
"Such extraordinary order and cleanliness seems almost like a matter of
pride and show on the part of these humble people--as if the inner
purity of their souls must needs be manifested in this extreme, outward
neatness," said the gentleman, laughing.
"You are prejudiced against the Moravian character, I know, and yet
there is so much that is good in them!" argued the lady.
"That may well be so, mother. I am willing to acknowledge all their
good qualities," said her son; "but these numerous forms which intrude
themselves upon every occasion seem like fetters and bonds to free
souls. So much unnatural restraint and parade of sanctity is offensive
to me. I never could tolerate hypocrites, and such they surely must
be, although, of course, they would be shocked at the idea; for under
all this excessive humility, this parade of piety, I venture to say
there lies much concealed of which we do not dream. One can imagine
how much Herr von Karsdorf, an old epicure and man of the world, must
have dissimulated to conform himself to the manners of this community,
to be allowed to end his days here."
His mother shook her head. "I think," she said, "that the subdued,
pious bearing of the members has become like a second nature to them,
and is now, therefore, not hypocritical. Besides, think how excellent
is the domestic economy of the settlement; how active and prosperous
they are in trade and various industries. They have many practical,
temporal, as well as spiritual objects to which they devote themselves."
"I grant all that; but such immense importance is attached to little
things. Their work would be very trifling and ridiculous if attempted
on a large scale. It resembles the wonderful industry in an ant-hill,
unremitting and earnest, but petty labor. No genius is displayed.
What great men have arisen from among them? Who are the distinguished
scholars and artists which have gone forth from their ranks?"
"And how about their sufferings?" interposed the other, quickly.
"Their struggles amidst privation and misery, and persecutions of all
kinds in distant lands, for the sake of their faith, and to rescue wild
heathens from depravity and barbarism, and win them over to the
Christian religion? Do you not deem that a noble work? Consider their
admirable regulations as regards education; are they not excellent? I
look for the greatest improvement in Adele, as the result of her stay
here.--But it seems to me I have turned into the wrong street, for the
Sisters' house is certainly not here!"
"Here come some people at last," replied Alexander--"a girl with a
child. They will be able to direct us." He stepped forward to meet
the approaching figures, and with a polite greeting begged for
information. The young girl dropped a modest courtesy to the stranger,
and with downcast eyes listened to his inquiries about the way to the
Sisters' house. Then she turned to the lady, who had in the mean time
drawn near, and said courteously: "I am just going hither; may I
conduct you?"
"You would oblige us exceedingly," replied the lady, kindly.
"What a lovely Sister! It wouldn't be such a bad thing to be a Brother
here," whispered Alexander to his mother. He did not speak too low for
the sensitive ear of the girl to catch his words, for she blushed
deeply, and the rosy little mouth curled proudly and defiantly.
Visibly offended, she turned away from the gentleman, and simply saying
"Come" to the lady, walked on ahead, leading the little child by the
hand, and giving no apparent heed to the party behind.
Retracing their steps for a short distance, they turned into a side
street, and here--wonder of wonders!--were some more people. A horse
stood, saddled and bridled, before the door of one of the houses, and a
man was just in the act of mounting. He did not seem to be a
particularly expert horseman, or his steed the most patient of animals;
for the former displayed his awkwardness in attempting to mount, and
the latter, as soon as he became aware of his master's intention,
kicked, and sprang aside. The man sought to quiet him, patted his
neck, and once more tried the difficult task of getting on his back;
but the sight of the approaching strangers now added to his clumsiness,
and rendered him even more helpless than before. He had scarcely put
his foot in the stirrup, when the animal pranced, kicked and reared,
jerking the reins from his owner's hands, and throwing him down on the
pavement; after which he started at full speed down the street,
directly towards the advancing party. As soon as the horse showed a
disposition to be restive, the girl had led the child close up against
the side of the house, and looking back at the strangers following her,
she observed an expression of contempt on the young man's face, as he
watched the awkward movements of the Brother; being himself a skilful
rider and able, with his supple yet powerful frame, to master even the
wildest horse.
When the man fell to the ground, and the unrestrained animal came
rapidly onward, the strangers also moved hastily aside. But the little
child had, in its fright, broken loose from the girl's hand, and ran
into the middle of the street to pick up a ball which had rolled from
its hand. A cry of horror broke from every lip, and in another moment
the child would have been dashed under the horse's hoofs as she stooped
to pick up the toy. But before the girl could reach the little one,
the strange gentleman, with one long stride, was on the spot, and had
seized the child in his arms. With a firm hand he grasped the reins,
and brought the terrified beast to a standstill by sheer strength. It
all happened so quickly that, looking at the child playing merrily with
its ball a moment after, one could almost have fancied it was all a
dream. The girl, who had turned as pale as death, was leaning against
the side of the house; but quickly regaining her self-control, she
hastened to her little charge, saying, with trembling voice, as she
shyly glanced at its preserver, "I thank you, sir; you have saved the
little one entrusted to me from great peril."
The unfortunate rider who had been thrown now came limping up, and was
profuse with his thanks to this "friend in need."
There was such a very remarkable contrast between the two men, as they
now stood side by side, that it struck the eye of every one present,
even the young girl's. The humble bearing and uncouth figure of the
Brother looked decidedly unprepossessing compared with the tall,
elegant form of Alexander, which, with all its agility and grace, was
full of power, as if forged from steel. Every muscle was still
strained by the exertion just made; his face was flushed, his blue eyes
sparkled with the fire of inward strength of will, and yet the
expression showed no evidence of agitation, only quiet consciousness of
power. While he yet held the reins with his left hand, he assisted the
other man, who finally succeeded in gaining the saddle.
"A vicious animal, sir," said Alexander to the other, handing him the
bridle. "He seems to be skittish, and will not admit of any joking;
spare the spur, and keep firm hold on the bridle until you are sure of
yourself."
Thus saying, he stood aside, and man and horse proceeded on their way.
"And, now, if you will be so good, miss, please continue to be our
guide," he said, turning toward the girl.
They soon reached the Sisters' house. "Ah, yes, this is the very
place!" cried the lady, joyfully. "Thank you most sincerely for your
courtesy, dear child. Will you kindly tell us which door to enter? We
gave notice by letter of our coming, and are expected. I am Frau von
Trautenau; these are my two sons, and this is my little daughter, whom
I am bringing to stay here." She offered her hand cordially to the
girl, and looked kindly at her beautiful face.
"I beg that you wilt enter this way, into the parlor," was the modest
reply, as the maiden opened a door on the first floor. "I will inform
Sister Agatha of your arrival."
It was not long ere the gentle Sister made her appearance. She was a
friendly, motherly-looking woman, on whose gray hair was placed a cap
with a pink bow, the badge of the unmarried Sisters. She greeted the
visitors with dignified cordiality.
"Forgive me for bringing my entire family, and allow me to present each
member to you," said Frau von Trautenau, after the first words of
welcome.
"My stepson Alexander, captain of infantry, and my trusty adviser and
support since my husband's death; my son Hans, and my daughter Adele,
your pupil from this time forward, whom I commend most earnestly to
your kindness and care."
Sister Agatha took the child most affectionately in her arms, and
pressing a kiss on her brow, said sweetly:
"You must confide in me, dear child, as if I were your mother, and I
will consider you a sacred trust committed to me. We are all a large
family of Sisters here, who love one another, learning cheerfully and
working diligently. 'Pray and work!' This golden proverb is our motto
through the day, and the love and industry which you will see
everywhere will soon teach you to feel at home among us."
"I live, as you know, in the neighborhood," said Frau von Trautenau, as
Adele looked up tearfully. "Our estate, Wollmershain Grove, is only a
few hours' ride from here, and sometimes, if I drive in, you will, I
suppose, allow Adele to visit us for a little recreation?"
"Oh, certainly, Frau Von Trautenau," returned Sister Agatha--"in
vacation. May I now show you our apartments and arrangements, so that
you may know exactly how your dear little girl will be situated?"
"I shall be delighted," replied the lady. "Everything here interests
us, of course, in the highest degree."
With that, they all rose and followed the sister.