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the old church bell-第2章

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in the memory of man; for through it the pupil in the military

school was in tears and sorrow。 He had dared to attempt to reach

foreign territories unnoticed; and must therefore give up

fatherland; mother; his dearest friends; all; or sink down into the

stream of common life。 The old church bell had still some comfort;

it stood in the shelter of the church wall in Marbach; once so

elevated; now quite forgotten。 The wind roared around it; and could

have readily related the story of its origin and of its sweet

chimes; and the wind could also tell of him to whom he had brought

fresh air when; in the woods of a neighboring country; he had sunk

down exhausted with fatigue; with no other worldly possessions than

hope for the future; and a written leaf from 〃Fiesco。〃 The wind

could have told that his only protector was an artist; who; by reading

each leaf to him; made it plain; and that they amused themselves by

playing at nine…pins together。 The wind could also describe the pale

fugitive; who; for weeks and months; lay in a wretched little

road…side inn; where the landlord got drunk and raved; and where the

merry…makers had it all their own way。 And he; the pale fugitive; sang

of the ideal。

    For many heavy days and dark nights the heart must suffer to

enable it to endure trial and temptation; yet; amidst it all; would

the minstrel sing。 Dark days and cold nights also passed over the

old bell; and it noticed them not; but the bell in the man's heart

felt it to be a gloomy time。 What would become of this young man;

and what would become of the old bell?

    The old bell was; after a time; carried away to a greater distance

than any one; even the warder in the bell tower; ever imagined; and

the bell in the breast of the young man was heard in countries where

his feet had never wandered。 The tones went forth over the wide

ocean to every part of the round world。

    We will now follow the career of the old bell。 It was; as we

have said; carried far away from Marbach and sold as old copper;

then sent to Bavaria to be melted down in a furnace。 And then what

happened?

    In the royal city of Bavaria; many years after the bell had been

removed from the tower and melted down; some metal was required for

a monument in honor of one of the most celebrated characters which a

German people or a German land could produce。 And now we see how

wonderfully things are ordered。 Strange things sometimes happen in

this world。

    In Denmark; in one of those green islands where the foliage of the

beech…woods rustles in the wind; and where many Huns' graves may be

seen; was another poor boy born。 He wore wooden shoes; and when his

father worked in a ship…yard; the boy; wrapped up in an old worn…out

shawl; carried his dinner to him every day。 This poor child was now

the pride of his country; for the sculptured marble; the work of his

hands; had astonished the world。* To him was offered the honor of

forming from the clay; a model of the figure of him whose name;

〃John Christopher Frederick;〃 had been written by his father in the

Bible。 The bust was cast in bronze; and part of the metal used for

this purpose was the old church bell; whose tones had died away from

the memory of those at home and elsewhere。 The metal; glowing with

heat; flowed into the mould; and formed the head and bust of the

statue which was unveiled in the square in front of the old castle。

The statue represented in living; breathing reality; the form of him

who was born in poverty; the boy from Marbach; the pupil of the

military school; the fugitive who struggled against poverty and

oppression; from the outer world; Germany's great and immortal poet;

who sung of Switzerland's deliverer; William Tell; and of the

heaven…inspired Maid of Orleans。



    * The Danish sculptor Thorwaldsen。



    It was a beautiful sunny day; flags were waving from tower and

roof in royal Stuttgart; and the church bells were ringing a joyous

peal。 One bell was silent; but it was illuminated by the bright

sunshine which streamed from the head and bust of the renowned figure;

of which it formed a part。 On this day; just one hundred years had

passed since the day on which the chiming of the old church bell at

Marbach had filled the mother's heart with trust and joy… the day on

which her child was born in poverty; and in a humble home; the same

who; in after…years; became rich; became the noble woman…hearted poet;

a blessing to the world… the glorious; the sublime; the immortal bard;

John Christoper Frederick Schiller!





                            THE END



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