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Eleanora Ulfeld.
the youngest of nations . She has the fire , the impetuosity , the vanity , the petulance of youth , its impatience of restraint , and its incapacity for endurance . Andryane entered the Spielberg about his twentieth year : he left it ten years after , forlorn and grey , an old man before his time , at a period of life when most men feel themselves at the i r ery outset of their career . The iron had entered into his soid .
Maroncelli left it a cripple , but his mind and spirit Avere unbroken ; he composed a hymn while preparations were making to amputate his leg , ancl exiled after his release , he speaks of hobbling on his " poor crutches" over the stones of Paris Avith a cheerfulness , and Avrites of tyranny ancl oppression with a spirit , Avhich must convince you , my dear Clement Wenceslaus , * Fiirst
von Metternich , that you made a great mistake if you thought that a dungeon would quell all spirits . The remedy is good , but it is no more uniA r ersally efficacious than the Avater-cure . Eleanora was twice as long in captivity as the Italian patriots , and the only adA antage she had that I can discover , was the hope of release . She was not condemned for fixed period
any , and her brother was on the throne . She must have hoped , yet " hope deferred maketh the heart sick . " So that was a doubtful advantage . Never was the line " My mind to me a palace is /' better exemplified than in Eleanora Ulfeld . She scratched little poems with a bit of glass on the walls and furniture of her prison ; by-the-by , did ever any one write poems who was
thoroughly prosperous ? Men write when they are in love , which at best is a state of " bubble , bubble , toil and trouble , " and we have known instances where marriage , though only sealing and strengthening the love ( as it ought to do ) , has yet put an effectual tourniquet on the poetic vein , which has been again opened by the temporary absence of the wife , and closed
again by her return , doubtless because the sweet reality satisfied both heart and imagination , and left no want of either unsupplied . Find me half a dozen poets who were contented men , and I wiU gii-e up my theory . Holbexg , who is so entitled to pronounce canons of criticism , places the Countess Eleanora among the best poets of her time . With a little machine of
her own making she contrii ^ ed to manufacture narroAv ribands , one of Avhich was long preserved by an attached dependant , together with the chicken bones , of Avhich the primitive little weaving-machine was chiefly made . From a painting of her own , of life-size , she embroidered a portrait of her royal brother ; but although still shown as a masterpiece , it seems to have had
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Eleanora Ulfeld.
the youngest of nations . She has the fire , the impetuosity , the vanity , the petulance of youth , its impatience of restraint , and its incapacity for endurance . Andryane entered the Spielberg about his twentieth year : he left it ten years after , forlorn and grey , an old man before his time , at a period of life when most men feel themselves at the i r ery outset of their career . The iron had entered into his soid .
Maroncelli left it a cripple , but his mind and spirit Avere unbroken ; he composed a hymn while preparations were making to amputate his leg , ancl exiled after his release , he speaks of hobbling on his " poor crutches" over the stones of Paris Avith a cheerfulness , and Avrites of tyranny ancl oppression with a spirit , Avhich must convince you , my dear Clement Wenceslaus , * Fiirst
von Metternich , that you made a great mistake if you thought that a dungeon would quell all spirits . The remedy is good , but it is no more uniA r ersally efficacious than the Avater-cure . Eleanora was twice as long in captivity as the Italian patriots , and the only adA antage she had that I can discover , was the hope of release . She was not condemned for fixed period
any , and her brother was on the throne . She must have hoped , yet " hope deferred maketh the heart sick . " So that was a doubtful advantage . Never was the line " My mind to me a palace is /' better exemplified than in Eleanora Ulfeld . She scratched little poems with a bit of glass on the walls and furniture of her prison ; by-the-by , did ever any one write poems who was
thoroughly prosperous ? Men write when they are in love , which at best is a state of " bubble , bubble , toil and trouble , " and we have known instances where marriage , though only sealing and strengthening the love ( as it ought to do ) , has yet put an effectual tourniquet on the poetic vein , which has been again opened by the temporary absence of the wife , and closed
again by her return , doubtless because the sweet reality satisfied both heart and imagination , and left no want of either unsupplied . Find me half a dozen poets who were contented men , and I wiU gii-e up my theory . Holbexg , who is so entitled to pronounce canons of criticism , places the Countess Eleanora among the best poets of her time . With a little machine of
her own making she contrii ^ ed to manufacture narroAv ribands , one of Avhich was long preserved by an attached dependant , together with the chicken bones , of Avhich the primitive little weaving-machine was chiefly made . From a painting of her own , of life-size , she embroidered a portrait of her royal brother ; but although still shown as a masterpiece , it seems to have had