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Eleanora Ulfeld.
ELEANORA ULFELD .
READER , do you know Hans Andersen ? Perhaps not , for Fame is capricious as to the floivers she culls abroad , ancl the names she sounds in English ears . But perhaps you clo . You may have read his " Improvisatore , " with its vivid pictures of Italy and an artist ' s life , or his " Bilderbuch ohne Bilder , " in which he has presented to the mental eye a series of sketches
sweet as an infant ' s breath , pure as the pale luminary that sheds her light on them , and yet taking hold of both imagination and heart , as a strong man is led captive by the tiny fingers of his babe . Nay , you may be more deeply read , you may knoAV by heart those most charming of all fairy tales , over ivhich old and young hang ivith equal delight , and beside which the mention of
Musceus or the Cabinet des Fees is frivolous and impertinent , our Scottish border lore is wild and barbarous , and even Croker's " Fairy Legends" are plebeian , and have a smack of whiskey about them . Perhaps you ivere at Dresden last winter , and knew the simple , child-loving man , and may have seen princesses listen with delight to the " Fir-tree , " or children to the touching history of the " Tin Soldier , " so tender ancl so true . There you
have undoubtedly read " Holger Danske . " NOAV I will not , as some men would , launch forth into a digression , and from a digression into a parallel , and from a paraUel into a dissertation , and from a dissertation into a disquisition de omnibus rebus et quibusdem aliis . I will not give the history of Holger Danske , nor compare him with the long-lost Arthur of England ,
Sebastian of Portugal , with Frederic Barbarossa , the three Tells , or the twelfth Imaum ; I will not discuss the exact method of their preservation , nor the exact mode of then- reappearance , I will pass over the seven young men of Ephesus—in fact , I merely mention these things that you may know what I could tell you , and be thankful either for what you clo get or for ivhat you are
spared . But if you have read " Holger Danske" you will know , ancl if you have not you must be told , that an old old shipwright" Ho iv old , grandmamma ? as old as you ?"— " A great deal older , my clear" —was gazing on his oivn work , a figure-head of Holger Danske , with the Danish arms on his shield , and as he looked at the red hearts in that ancient coat of arms , they became brighter ancl brighter , until one detached itself in flame , and led him into a narroiv dreary dungeon . There sat a prisoner , a
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Eleanora Ulfeld.
ELEANORA ULFELD .
READER , do you know Hans Andersen ? Perhaps not , for Fame is capricious as to the floivers she culls abroad , ancl the names she sounds in English ears . But perhaps you clo . You may have read his " Improvisatore , " with its vivid pictures of Italy and an artist ' s life , or his " Bilderbuch ohne Bilder , " in which he has presented to the mental eye a series of sketches
sweet as an infant ' s breath , pure as the pale luminary that sheds her light on them , and yet taking hold of both imagination and heart , as a strong man is led captive by the tiny fingers of his babe . Nay , you may be more deeply read , you may knoAV by heart those most charming of all fairy tales , over ivhich old and young hang ivith equal delight , and beside which the mention of
Musceus or the Cabinet des Fees is frivolous and impertinent , our Scottish border lore is wild and barbarous , and even Croker's " Fairy Legends" are plebeian , and have a smack of whiskey about them . Perhaps you ivere at Dresden last winter , and knew the simple , child-loving man , and may have seen princesses listen with delight to the " Fir-tree , " or children to the touching history of the " Tin Soldier , " so tender ancl so true . There you
have undoubtedly read " Holger Danske . " NOAV I will not , as some men would , launch forth into a digression , and from a digression into a parallel , and from a paraUel into a dissertation , and from a dissertation into a disquisition de omnibus rebus et quibusdem aliis . I will not give the history of Holger Danske , nor compare him with the long-lost Arthur of England ,
Sebastian of Portugal , with Frederic Barbarossa , the three Tells , or the twelfth Imaum ; I will not discuss the exact method of their preservation , nor the exact mode of then- reappearance , I will pass over the seven young men of Ephesus—in fact , I merely mention these things that you may know what I could tell you , and be thankful either for what you clo get or for ivhat you are
spared . But if you have read " Holger Danske" you will know , ancl if you have not you must be told , that an old old shipwright" Ho iv old , grandmamma ? as old as you ?"— " A great deal older , my clear" —was gazing on his oivn work , a figure-head of Holger Danske , with the Danish arms on his shield , and as he looked at the red hearts in that ancient coat of arms , they became brighter ancl brighter , until one detached itself in flame , and led him into a narroiv dreary dungeon . There sat a prisoner , a