"LORD" KATE.
Two miles south of Leipsic, on the road which leads to Altenburg,
lay, among green meadows and grain fields, a secluded little estate,
named Zulsdorf. The buildings, overshadowed by great oaks, were in a
ruinous condition, the leaking roofs and gaping wounds in the masonry
crying out for repair. In the spacious court-yard stood three
wagons, loaded with tiles and timber, sent by the Elector's orders.
Carpenters and masons were already at hand, to repair the ravages of
time, and to put the little vine-covered dwelling-house in a
habitable condition.
A woman, going from room to room, was giving directions, and noting
the progress of the work; she encouraged the workmen to industry, for
soon, she said, her husband would arrive, and all must be in
readiness. From the house she went into the stable, and inquired of
the overseer into the condition of the fields; then she hastened to
the garden, to direct the maids, who were at work there. Immediately
adjoining the garden was a marsh, overgrown with bushes and tangled
vines. Here, four men were busily engaged in draining and filling
the waste place with good earth. These also received a passing visit
and words of encouragement.
It was evident at a glance that this woman was no farmer's wife. Yet
it was easy to see that she ruled with pleasure over her little
domain. She looked rather pale and wan, as though but lately risen
from a sick-bed,--but strong, joyous life beamed from her eyes.
From the orchard near by were heard ringing, childish voices. A
little girl of twelve came running to her mother: "Mother, help me.
Paul will not come down from the pear-tree; he has torn his jacket,
and Margaret is eating too many pears!"
"Paul is a wild fellow!" said the mother, following her little
daughter to the orchard, where punishment was speedily meted out to
the culprits; but of so mild a nature, that the merriment was
scarcely interrupted.
"Come into the house, children," she then said, "and hear what the
dear father has written from Eisenach;" and all together they
repaired to the sitting-room, which had already been made comfortable.
No doubt the reader has guessed that this busy mother is no other
than Mistress Katharine Luther, and probably wonders, through what
means she came into this neighborhood.
A cousin of Luther's, and the former owner of Zulsdorf, had fallen
into debt. Urged by Katharine, Luther took pity on him, and for 610
florins, lent him by the Elector, bought the estate.
When he brought his wife the deeds of the purchase, her face beamed
with pleasure. Life in the country had always been her secret
desire; and her garden, her dairy and barn-yard, which for so many
years had supplied the necessities of the large household, had become
her pride.
Luther, too, was glad of the acquisition of this retired spot, seeing
in it a sheltered home for his wife, when he should leave this world.
For a time it seemed as though God meant to provide for Katharine
another resting place,--out yonder, where the peaceful dead lay
sleeping in their silent chambers. Hitherto it had been her lot
often-times to watch by her husband's sickbed,--now it was Luther,
who knelt beside his suffering wife. The plague, which in the year
1539 again visited Wittenberg with renewed fury, had spared Luther's
house. But in February of the following year, Katharine fell ill,
and grew so rapidly worse, that the physician gave up all hope. But
there is one remedy,--more potent than all the apothecary's drugs,
and this remedy Luther knew well how to apply. The great master of
the art of prayer lay upon his knees, and with his prayers wrested
his wife from the grasp of death. On the 3d of March he wrote to a
friend: "My Kate has recovered from her illness, which was nigh unto
death. She again eats and drinks with appetite, and by means of
tables and benches, she creeps about the house, and is once more
learning to walk."
The purchase of Zulsdorf now seemed like an inspiration from on high.
There, in the country-quiet, in the fresh, wholesome air, his dear
Kate would regain her health and strength.
She hailed the proposition with grateful joy, yet she refused to
leave, while her husband remained in Wittenberg. He was soon to go
to Hagenau, on the Elector's business, and in loving forgetfulness of
self, she made the preparations for his journey. After his
departure, Katharine, with Lena, Paul and Gretchen repaired to
Zulsdorf. John and Martin were obliged to stay behind, because of
their studies, but obtained the promise, that they should follow,
when their father returned from his journey.
Katharine had already passed several weeks in the pure air, and amid
the congenial occupations of her country home, and felt so revived
and invigorated, that she was able to give her husband the most
satisfactory reports of her progress.
Luther's letters also were full of cheering news. His faith had
achieved another victory, and had saved the life of his dear friend,
Philip Melanchthon, who on the journey to Hagenau, suddenly fell ill.
The famous physician Sturz, who had attended Luther during his
illness at Smalcald, stood helpless by the sick man's bedside, when
Dr. Martin Luther, that hero of love and trusting faith, entered the
room.
His heart misgave him at the sight of his friend's glassy eyes and
sunken cheeks, and he exclaimed, "God preserve us! How has the Devil
marred this vessel of thy grace!" His fear endured but for a moment.
He turned to the window, and with a loud voice pleaded with the Lord,
to spare the life of his friend,--and the dying man was restored.
The rumor reached Zulsdorf; and soon after, a letter, dated the 10th
of July, came from Eisenach, containing the following: "Master Philip
has again returned from death to life. He still looks pale, but is
of good cheer; jests and laughs with us, and eats with a hearty
appetite. God be praised for His goodness! and do you also with us
thank the dear Father in Heaven."
A few days later, another letter arrived.
"To my gracious Mistress Katharine Luther, of Bora and Zulsdorf, my
sweetheart. My dear Mistress Kate. This is to inform your grace,
that we are all, thank God, in good health. We eat like Bohemians,
yet with moderation; drink like Germans, also with moderation, and
are of good cheer, for our gracious lord Bishop Amsdorf, of
Magdeburg, is our companion at table.--We have had such heat and
drought, that day and night are well nigh unbearable. Come, thou
blessed Judgment Day. Amen.
"Your lover, MARTIN LUTHER."
In a third letter he announced his coming, and it was this one, which
Katharine now read to her children:
"To the Lady of Zulsdorf, Mistress Katharine Luther, my love.
To-morrow--Tuesday--we purpose to leave this place. The diet at
Hagenau has accomplished nothing,--labor, and time, and money have
been wasted. Yet, even though we have done little else, we have
drawn Master Philip from the grave, and will bring him home in good
health, if it be God's will. Amen.
I am not certain, whether these letters will find you in Wittenberg
or in Zulsdorf, otherwise I would write you more fully. God bless
you!
"Your lover, MARTIN LUTHER."
_Monday after St. James' Day, 1540._
The reading was interrupted by shouts of joy from the children. Only
Lena's face was thoughtful and she said: "Dear father does not know
where we are. How will he come to us?"
"Never fear, my child," returned her mother, "your father will not
fail to find the way."
Three days later the children, who many times each day climbed the
hill behind the house, from whence they could see a long stretch of
the road, observed in the distance a cloud of dust,--a coach became
visible, and in hot haste, they ran to meet their father, the two
older ones mercilessly disregarding the little Gretchen, who in her
hurry had stumbled and fallen.
Their shouts brought Mistress Katharine to the door. She saw her
beloved husband, surrounded by the children, whom he had lifted into
the wagon, and waved a welcome to him with her handkerchief.
With proud satisfaction she led the Doctor, who had scarcely been
granted time to change his dusty traveling clothes, through her new
kingdom, eager to show him all its glories. It took time,---for
everything had to be praised and explained. Luther listened
patiently, for her joy was his, and with undisguised admiration he
said at last: "Dear Lord Kate, I perceive that you are well qualified
to rule over your new realm, and I will not withhold my respectful
homage. But more than the kingdom, does the king himself please me,
who has such round, rosy cheeks, and such a fresh, cheerful spirit."
In the sitting-room, the maids had in the mean time prepared a
repast; and Luther proved to them that he had not exaggerated, when
he wrote that he could eat like a Bohemian, and drink like a German.
Even though, as was his custom, he ate and drank sparingly, yet his
food and drink seemed to refresh him, and Katharine and the children
listened with delight, as he related the incidents of his journey.
Interrupting his story, he suddenly said: "An old heathen of Rome,
who was so happy as to possess a Zulsdorf of his own beyond the city
walls, said of it:
"Ille terrarum mihi praeter omnes
Angulus ridet."
"Which, interpreted, means 'Of all the places on the earth, this one
to me is dearest.' Thus would I also sing. The Lord is very good.
He does above all that we ask or think. If we petition Him for a
piece of bread, He gives us a whole field of grain. I prayed God to
give me back your life,--He gave me that, and Zulsdorf besides, and
an abundant, fruitful year. This is like Paradise, and makes my
heart warm! Truly, if after the heat and burden of the day, God
grants me a season of rest at the end of my life, I would fain enjoy
it here. I feel each day, that my strength is failing, and that my
life is drawing to a close. When the time comes, I will yield the
sovereignty to you, and you shall be my 'lord' Kate indeed, to whom I
will become an obedient subject."