"And so they are both gone from us, our dear Parents; and we Three alone remain. Let us be all the nearer to each other, dear Sister; and believe always that thy Brother, though so far away from thee and thy Sister, carries you both warmly in his heart; and in all the accidents of this life will eagerly meet you with his brotherly love.
"But I can write no more today. Write me a few words soon. I embrace thee and thy dear Husband with my whole heart; and thank him again for all the love he has shown our departed Mother.
"Your true Brother,
"SCHILLER."
"Soon after this Letter, he received from Frankh, his Brother-in-law, the confirmation of his sad antic.i.p.ations. From his answer to Frankh we extract the following pa.s.sage: "May Heaven repay with rich interest the dear Departed One all that she has suffered in life, and done for her children! Of a truth she deserved to have loving children; for she was a good Daughter to her suffering necessitous Parents; and the childlike solicitude she always had for them well deserved the like from us. You, my dear Brother-in-law, have shared the a.s.siduous care of my Sister for Her that is gone; and acquired thereby the justest claim upon my brotherly love. Alas, you had already given your spiritual support and filial service to my late Father, and taken on yourself the duties of his absent Son. How cordially I thank you!
Never shall I think of my departed Mother without, at the same time, blessing the memory of him who alleviated so kindly the last days of her life." He then signifies the wish to have, from the effects of his dear Mother, something that, without other worth, will remain a continual memorial of her. And was in effect heartily obliged to his Brother, who sent him a ring which had been hers. "It is the most precious thing that he could have chosen for me," writes he to Luise; "and I will keep it as a sacred inheritance." Painfully had it touched him, withal, that the day of his entering his new house at Weimar had been the death-day of his Mother. He noticed this singular coincidence, as if in mournful presentiment of his own early decease, as a singular concatenation of events by the hand of Destiny.
"A Tree and a plain stone Cross, with the greatly-comprehensive short inscription, "Here rests Schiller"s Mother," now mark her grave in Clever-Sulzbach Churchyard."
III. THE SISTERS.
Saupe has a separate Chapter on each of the three Sisters of Schiller; but most of what concerns them, especially in relation to their Brother, has been introduced incidentally above. Besides which, Saupe"s flowing pages are too long for our s.p.a.ce; so that instead of translating, henceforth, we shall have mainly to compile from Saupe and others, and faithfully abridge.
_Christophine (born 4 Sept. 1757; married "June 1786;" died 31 August 1847)._[61]
[Footnote 61: Here, from Schiller Senior himself (_Autobiography_, called "_Curriculum Vitae_," in _Beziehungen_, pp. 15-18), is a List of his six Children;-the two that died so young we have marked in italics:
1. "ELISABETH CHRISTOPHINE FRIEDERICKE, born 4 September 1757, at Marbach.
2. "JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH, born 10 November 1759, at Marbach.
3. "LUISE DOROTHEA KATHARINA, born 24 January 1766, at Lorch.
4. "_Maria Charlotte, born 20 November 1768, at Ludwigsburg: died 29 March 1774; age 5 gone._
5. "_Beata Friedericke, born 4 May 1773, at Ludwigsburg: died 22 December, same year._
6. "CAROLINE CHRISTIANE, born 8 September 1777, at Solitude;"-(this is she they call, in fond diminutive, _Nane_ or _Nanette_.)]
Till Schiller"s flight, in which what endless interest and industries Christophine had we have already seen, the young girls,-Christophine 25, Luise 16, Nanette a rosy little creature of 5,-had known no misfortune; nor, except Christophine"s feelings on the death of the two little Sisters, years ago, no heavy sorrow. At Solitude, but for the general cloud of anxiety and grief about their loved and gifted Brother and his exile, their lives were of the peaceablest description: diligence in household business, sewing, spinning, contented punctuality in all things; in leisure hours eager reading (or at times, on Christophine"s part, drawing and painting, in which she attained considerable excellence), and, as choicest recreation, walks amid the flourishing Nurseries, Tree-avenues, and fine solid industries and forest achievements of Papa. Mention is made of a Cavalry Regiment stationed at Solitude; the young officers of which, without society in that dull place, and with no employment except parade, were considerably awake to the comely Jungfers Schiller and their promenadings in those pleasant woods: one Lieutenant of them (afterwards a Colonel, "Obrist von Miller of Stuttgart") is said to have manifested honourable aspirations and intentions towards Christophine,-which, however, and all connection with whom or his comrades, the rigorously prudent Father strictly forbade; his piously obedient Daughters, Christophine it is rather thought with some regret, immediately conforming. A Portrait of this Von Miller, painted by Christophine, still exists, it would appear, among the papers of the Schillers.[62]
[Footnote 62: _Beziehungen_, p. 217 n.]
The great transaction of her life, her marriage with Reinwald, Court Librarian of Meiningen, had its origin in 1783; the fruit of that forced retreat of Schiller"s to Bauerbach, and of the eight months he spent there, under covert, anonymously and in secret, as "Dr. Ritter,"
with Reinwald for his one friend and adviser. Reinwald, who commanded the resources of an excellent Library, and of a sound understanding, long seriously and painfully cultivated, was of essential use to Schiller; and is reckoned to be the first real guide or useful counsellor he ever had in regard to Literature. One of Christophine"s Letters to her Brother, written at her Father"s order, fell by accident on Reinwald"s floor, and was read by him,-awakening in his over-clouded, heavy-laden mind a gleam of hope and aspiration. "This wise, prudent, loving-hearted and judicious young woman, of such clear and salutary principles of wisdom as to economics too, what a blessing she might be to me as Wife in this dark, lonely home of mine!" Upon which hint he spake; and Schiller, as we saw above, who loved him well, but knew him to be within a year or two of fifty, always ailing in health, taciturn, surly, melancholy, and miserably poor, was rebuked by Papa for thinking it questionable. We said, it came about all the same. Schiller had not yet left Mannheim for the second and last time, when, in 1784, Christophine paid him a visit, escorted thither by Reinwald; who had begged to have that honour allowed him; having been at Solitude, and, either there or on his road to Mannheim, concluded his affair. Streicher, an eyewitness of this visit, says, "The healthy, cheerful and blooming Maiden had determined to share her future lot with a man whose small income and uncertain health seemed to promise little joy. Nevertheless her reasons were of so n.o.ble a sort, that she never repented, in times following, this sacrifice of her fancy to her understanding, and to a Husband of real worth."[63]
They were married "June 1786;" and for the next thirty, or indeed, in all, sixty years, Christophine lived in her dark new home at Meiningen; and never, except in that melancholy time of sickness, mortality and war, appears to have seen Native Land and Parents again.
[Footnote 63: _Schwab_, p. 173, citing Streicher"s words.]
What could have induced, in the calm and well-discerning Christophine, such a resolution, is by no means clear; Saupe, with hesitation, seems to a.s.sign a religious motive, "the desire of doing good." Had that abrupt and peremptory dismissal of Lieutenant Miller perhaps something to do with it? Probably her Father"s humour on the matter, at all times so anxious and zealous to see his Daughters settled, had a chief effect. It is certain, Christophine consulted her Parish Clergyman on the affair; and got from him, as Saupe shows us, an affirmatory or at least permissive response. Certain also that she summoned her own best insight of all kinds to the subject, and settled it calmly and irrevocably with whatever faculty was in her.
To the candid observer Reinwald"s gloomy ways were not without their excuse. Scarcely above once before this, in his now longish life, had any gleam of joy or success shone on him, to cheer the strenuous and never-abated struggle. His father had been Tutor to the Prince of Meiningen, who became Duke afterwards, and always continued to hold him in honour. Father"s death had taken place in 1751, young Reinwald then in his fourteenth year. After pa.s.sing with distinction his three-years curriculum at Jena, Reinwald returned to Meiningen, expecting employment and preferment;-the rather perhaps as his Mother"s bit of property got much ruined in the Seven-Years War then raging. Employment Reinwald got, but of the meanest _Kanzlist_ (Clerkship) kind; and year after year, in spite of his merits, patient faithfulness and undeniable talent, no preferment whatever. At length, however, in 1762, the Duke, perhaps enlightened by experience as to Reinwald, or by personal need of such a talent, did send him as _Geheimer Kanzlist_ (kind of Private Secretary) to Vienna, with a view to have from him reports "about politics and literary objects"
there. This was an extremely enjoyable position for the young man; but it lasted only till the Duke"s death, which followed within two years.
Reinwald was then immediately recalled by the new Duke (who, I think, had rather been in controversy with his Predecessor), and thrown back to nearly his old position; where, without any regard had to his real talents and merits, he continued thirteen years, under the t.i.tle of _Consistorial Kanzlist_; and, with the miserablest fraction of yearly pay, "carried on the slavish, spirit-killing labours required of him."
In 1776,-uncertain whether as promotion or as mere abridgment of labour,-he was placed in the Library as now; that is to say, had become _Sub_-Librarian, at a salary of about 15_l._, with all the Library duties to do; an older and more favoured gentleman, perhaps in lieu of pension, enjoying the Upper Office, and doing none of the work.
Under these continual pressures and discouragements poor Reinwald"s heart had got hardened into mutinous indignation, and his health had broken down: so that, by this time, he was noted in his little world as a solitary, taciturn, morose and gloomy man; but greatly respected by the few who knew him better, as a clear-headed, true and faithful person, much distinguished by intellectual clearness and veracity, by solid scholarly acquirements and sterling worth of character. To bring a little help or cheerful alleviation to such a down-pressed man, if a wise and gentle Christophine could accomplish it, would surely be a bit of well-doing; but it was an extremely difficult one!
The marriage was childless; not, in the first, or in any times of it, to be called unhappy; but, as the weight of years was added, Christophine"s problem grew ever more difficult. She was of a compa.s.sionate nature, and had a loving, patient and n.o.ble heart; prudent she was; the skilfulest and thriftiest of financiers; could well keep silence, too, and with a gentle stoicism endure much small unreason. Saupe says withal, "n.o.body liked a laugh better, or could laugh more heartily than she, even in her extreme old age."-Christophine herself makes no complaint, on looking back upon her poor Reinwald, thirty years after all was over. Her final record of it is: "for twenty-nine years we lived contentedly together." But her rugged hypochondriac of a Husband, morbidly sensitive to the least interruption of his whims and habitudes, never absent from their one dim sitting-room, except on the days in which he had to attend at the Library, was in practice infinitely difficult to deal with; and seems to have kept her matchless qualities in continual exercise. He belonged to the cla.s.s called in Germany _Stubengelehrten_ (Closet Literary-men), who publish little or nothing that brings them profit, but are continually poring and studying. Study was the one consolation he had in life; and formed his continual employment to the end of his days. He was deep in various departments, Antiquarian, Philological, Historical; deep especially in Gothic philology, in which last he did what is reckoned a real feat,-he, Reinwald, though again it was another who got the reward. He had procured somewhere, "a Transcript of the famous Anglo-Saxon Poem _Heliand_ (Saviour) from the Cotton Library in England," this he, with unwearied labour and to great perfection, had at last got ready for the press; Translation, Glossary, Original all in readiness;-but could find no Publisher, n.o.body that would print without a premium. Not to earn _less_ than nothing by his labour, he sent the Work to the Munchen Library; where, in after years, one Schmeller found it, and used it for an _editio princeps_ of his own. _Sic vos non vobis_; heavy-laden Reinwald![64]-
[Footnote 64: _Schiller"s Beziehungen_ (where many of Christophine"s _Letters_, beautiful all of them, are given).]
To Reinwald himself Christophine"s presence and presidency in his dim household were an infinite benefit,-though not much recognised by him, but accepted rather as a natural tribute due to unfortunate down-pressed worth, till towards the very end, when the singular merit of it began to dawn upon him, like the brightness of the Sun when it is setting. Poor man, he anxiously spent the last two weeks of his life in purchasing and settling about a neat little cottage for Christophine; where accordingly she pa.s.sed her long widowhood, on stiller terms, though not on less beneficent and humbly beautiful, than her marriage had offered.
Christophine, by pious prudence, faith in Heaven, and in the good fruits of real goodness even on Earth, had greatly comforted the gloomy, disappointed, pain-stricken man; enlightened his darkness, and made his poverty n.o.ble. _Simplex munditiis_ might have been her motto in all things. Her beautiful Letters to her Brother are full of cheerful, though also, it is true, sad enough, allusions to her difficulties with Reinwald, and partial successes. Poor soul, her hopes, too, are gently turned sometimes on a blessed future, which might still lie ahead: of her at last coming, as a Widow, to live with her Brother, in serene affection, like that of their childhood together; in a calm blessedness such as the world held no other for her! But gloomy Reinwald survived bright Schiller for above ten years; and she had thirty more of lone widowhood, under limited conditions, to spend after him, still in a n.o.ble, humbly-admirable, and even happy and contented manner. She was the flower of the Schiller Sisterhood, though all three are beautiful to us; and in poor Nane, there is even something of poetic, and tragically pathetic. For one blessing, Christophine "lived almost always in good health." Through life it may be said of her, she was helpful to all about her, never hindersome to any; and merited, and had, the universal esteem, from high and low, of those she had lived among. At Meiningen, 31st August 1847, within a few days of her ninety-first year, without almost one day"s sickness, a gentle stroke of apoplexy took her suddenly away, and so ended what may be called a _Secular_ Saintlike existence, mournfully beautiful, wise and n.o.ble to all that had beheld it.
_Nanette (born 8th September 1777, died 23d March 1796; age not yet 19)._
Of Nanette we were told how, in 1792, she charmed her Brother and his Jena circle, by her recitations and her amiable enthusiastic nature; and how, next year, on Schiller"s Swabian visit, his love of her grew to something of admiration, and practical hope of helping such a rich talent and n.o.ble heart into some clear development,-when, two years afterwards, death put, to the dear Nanette and his hopes about her, a cruel end. We are now to give the first budding-out of those fine talents and tendencies of poor Nanette, and that is all the history the dear little Being has. Saupe proceeds:
"Some two years after Schiller"s flight, Nanette as a child of six or seven had, with her elder Sister Luise, witnessed the first representation of Schiller"s _Kabale und Liebe_ in the Stuttgart theatre. With great excitement, and breath held-in, she had watched the rolling-up of the curtain; and during the whole play no word escaped her lips; but the excited glance of her eyes, and her heightened colour, from act to act, testified her intense emotion. The stormy applause with which her Brother"s Play was received by the audience made an indelible impression on her.
"The Players, in particular, had shone before her as in a magic light; the splendour of which, in the course of years, rather increased than diminished. The child"s bright fancy loved to linger on those never-to-be-forgotten people, by whom her Brother"s Poem had been led into her sight and understanding. The dawning thought, how glorious it might be to work such wonders herself, gradually settled, the more she read and heard of her dear Brother"s poetic achievements, into the ardent but secret wish of being herself able to represent his Tragedies upon the stage. On her visit to Jena, and during her Brother"s abode in Swabia, she was never more attentive than when Schiller spoke occasionally of the acting of his Pieces, or unfolded his opinion of the Player"s Art.
"The wish of Nanette, secretly nourished in this manner, to be able, on the stage, which represents the world, to contribute to the glory of her Brother, seized her now after his return with such force and constancy, that Schiller"s Sister-in-law, Caroline von Wolzogen, urged him to yield to the same; to try his Sister"s talent; and if it was really distinguished, to let her enter this longed-for career.
Schiller had no love for the Player Profession; but as, in his then influential connections in Weimar, he might steer clear of many a danger, he promised to think the thing over. And thus this kind and amiable protectress had the satisfaction of cheering Nanette"s last months with the friendly prospect that her wishes might be fulfilled.-Schiller"s hope, after a dialogue with Goethe on the subject, had risen to certainty, when with the liveliest sorrow he learnt that Nanette was ill of that contagious Hospital Fever, and, in a few days more, that she was gone forever."[65]
[Footnote 65: _Saupe_, pp. 150-5.]
Beautiful Nanette; with such a softly-glowing soul, and such a brief tragically-beautiful little life! Like a Daughter of the rosy-fingered Morn; her existence all a sun-gilt soft auroral cloud, and no sultry Day, with its dusts and disfigurements, permitted to follow. Father Schiller seems, in his rugged way, to have loved Nanette best of them all; in an embarra.s.sed manner, we find him more than once recommending her to Schiller"s help, and intimating what a glorious thing for her, were it a possible one, education might be. He followed her in few months to her long home; and, by his own direction, "was buried in the Churchyard at Gerlingen by her side."
_Luise (born 24th January 1766; married 20th October 1799; died 14th September 1836)._
Of Luise"s life too, except what was shown above, there need little be said. In the dismal pestilential days at Solitude, while her Father lay dying, and poor Nanette caught the infection, Luise, with all her tender a.s.siduities and household talent, was there; but, soon after Nanette"s death, the fever seized her too; and she long lay dangerously ill in that forlorn household; still weak, but slowly recovering, when Christophine arrived.
The Father, a short while before his death, summoned to him that excellent young Clergyman, Frankh, who had been so unweariedly kind to them in this time of sickness when all neighbours feared to look in, To ask him what his intentions towards Luise were. It was in presence of the good old man that they made solemn promise to each other; and at Leonberg, where thenceforth the now-widowed Mother"s dwelling was, they were formally betrothed; and some two years after that were married.
Her Mother"s death, so tenderly watched over, took place at their Parsonage at Clever-Sulzbach, as we saw above. Frankh, about two years after, was promoted to a better living, Mockmuhl by name; and lived there, a well-doing and respected Parson, till his death, in 1834; which Luise"s followed in September of the second year afterwards.
Their marriage lasted thirty-five years. Luise had brought him three children; and seems to have been, in all respects, an excellent Wife.
She was ingenious in intellectuals as well as economics; had a taste for poetry; a boundless enthusiasm for her Brother; seems to have been an anxious Mother, often ailing herself but strenuously doing her best at all times.
A touching memorial of Luise is Schiller"s last Letter to her, Letter of affectionate apology for long silence,-apology, and hope of doing better,-written only a few weeks before his own death. It is as follows:
"Weimar, 27th March 1805.
"Yes, it is a long time indeed, good dear Luise, since I have written to thee; but it was not for amus.e.m.e.nts that I forgot thee; it was because in this time I have had so many hard illnesses to suffer, which put me altogether out of my regular way; for many months I had lost all courage and cheerfulness, and given up all hope of my recovery. In such a humour one does not like to speak; and since then, on feeling myself again better, there was, after the long silence, a kind of embarra.s.sment; and so it was still put off. But now, when I have been anew encouraged by thy sisterly love, I gladly join the thread again; and it shall, if G.o.d will, not again be broken.
"Thy dear Husband"s promotion to Mockmuhl, which I learned eight days ago from our Sister" (Christophine), "has given us great joy, not only because it so much improves your position, but also because it is so honourable a testimony for my dear Brother-in-law"s deserts. May you feel yourselves right happy in these new relations, and right long enjoy them! We too are got thereby a few miles nearer you; and on a future journey to Franconia, which we are every year projecting, we may the more easily get over to you.
"How sorry am I, dear Sister, that thy health has suffered so much; and that thou wert again so unfortunate with thy confinement! Perhaps your new situation might permit you, this summer, to visit some tonic watering-place, which might do thee a great deal of good."-