Lenardo was overwhelmed with business, his writing-office in the
greatest activity; clerks and secretaries finding no moment’s rest:
while Wilhelm and Friedrich, strolling over field and meadow, were
entertaining each other with the most pleasant conversation.
And here, first of all, as necessarily happens between friends meeting
after some separation, the question was started, How far they had
altered in the interim? Friedrich would have it that Wilhelm was exactly
the same as before: to Wilhelm, again, it seemed that his young friend,
though no whit abated in mirth and discursiveness, was somewhat more
staid in his manner. “It were pity,” interrupted Friedrich, “if the
father of three children, the husband of an exemplary matron, had not
likewise gained a little in dignity of bearing.”
Now, also, it came to light, that all the persons whom we got acquainted
with in the “Apprenticeship” were still living and well,--nay, better
than before, being now in full and decisive activity; each, in his own
way, associated with many fellow-laborers, and striving towards the
noblest aim. Of this, however, it is not for the present permitted us to
impart any more precise information; as, in a little book like ours,
reserve and secrecy may be no unseemly qualities.
But whatever, in the course of this confidential conversation,
transpired respecting the society in which we now are, as their more
intimate relations, maxims, and objects, by little and little, came to
view, it is our duty and opportunity to disclose in this place.
“The whim of emigration,”--such was the substance of Friedrich’s talk on
this matter,--“the whim of emigration may, in straitened and painful
circumstances, very naturally lay hold of men: if particular cases
chance to be favored by a happy issue, this whim will, in the general
mind, rise to the rank of passion; as we have seen, as we still see,
and, withal, cannot deny that we, in our time, have been befooled by
such a delusion ourselves.
“Emigration takes place in the treacherous hope of an improvement in our
circumstances, and it is too often counterbalanced by a subsequent
emigration; since, go where you may, you still find yourself in a
conditional world, and, if not constrained to a new emigration, are yet
inclined in secret to cherish such a desire.
“We have, therefore, bound ourselves to renounce all emigration, and to
devote ourselves to migration. Here one does not turn his back on his
native country forever, but hopes, even after the greatest circuit, to
arrive there again, richer, wiser, cleverer, better, and whatever else
such a way of life can make him. Now, in society, all things are easier,
more certain in their accomplishment, than to an individual; in which
sense, my friend, consider what thou shalt observe here: for whatever
thou mayest see, all and every part of it is meant to forward a great,
movable connection among active and sufficient men of all classes.
“But as where men are, manners are too, I may explain thus much of our
constitution by way of preliminary: When two of our number anywhere by
accident meet, they conduct themselves towards each other according to
their rank and fashion, according to custom of handicraft or art, or by
some other such mode adapted to their mutual relations. Three meeting
together are considered as a unity, which governs itself; but, if a
fourth join them, they instantly elect the BOND, one chief and three
subjects. This Bond, however many more combine with them, can still only
be a single newly elected person; for, in the great as in the small
scale, co-regents are found to be mutually obstructive.
“Thou mayest observe that Lenardo unites, in this way, more than a
hundred active and able men,--unites, employs, calls home, sends forth;
as to-morrow, an important day with us, thou wilt perceive and
understand. Thou wilt then see the Bond dissolved, the multitude divided
into smaller societies, and the Bond multiplied; all the rest will at
the same time become clear to thee.
“But for the present I invite thee to a short bout of reading. Here,
under the shadow of these whispering trees, by the side of this
still-flowing water, let us peruse a story, this little paper which
Lenardo, from the rich treasures of his collection, has intrusted to me;
that so both of us may see thoroughly what a difference there is between
a mad pilgrimage, such as many lead in the world, and a well-meditated,
happily commenced undertaking like ours, of which I shall at this time
say no more in praise.”
The quaint, fitful, and most dainty story of “The Foolish Pilgrimess,”
with which our two friends now occupied their morning, we feel ourselves
constrained, not unreluctantly, by certain grave calculations, to
reserve for some future and better season.
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