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MACOIST, FRIDAY, MAY 7, 1880.
VOLUME NO—LV
KME SCHILDIIOOn.
Der schiltren dbey vas poot in bed,
All tucked oup for der nighdt;
I (lakes mine pipe der mantel off,
Und py der fireside prigbt
I dinks aboudt vhen I ras young,
Off inoder, who vas tead,
Und bow at nighdt—like I do Hans—
She tucked me or.p in ped.
I mindt me off mine fader too,
Und how he yoost to say,
“Poor dov, you haf a hardt oldt row
To lioe, und leedle blay!”
I find me oudt dot id vas drue
Vot mine oldt fader said,
Vbile smooding dcWn my flaxen hair
Und tucking me in ped..
Der oldt folks 1 Id vas like a dhream
To slipeak off dhem like dot.
Gretchen und I vas “oldt folks” now,
Und haf two schiltren got!
Ve lofes dhem more as nefer vas,
Each leedle curly head,
Und efry nighdt ve takes dhem oup
Und tucks, dhem in dheir ped.
Btidt dhen, somedimes, vhen I feels plue,
Und all dings lonesome seem,
I vish I vos dot poy again,
Und dis vas all a dhream,
I vant to kiss.mind moder vonce,
Und vhen mine prayer was said,
To haf my fader take me oup
Und tuck me in mine ped.
—Charles Fallen Adams in Harper's for
May. ___
EPPELEIN VON£AILINGEN.
The scene of our present sketch is laid
in Germany; the action of our romantic
drama—which is based partly on living
legend, partly on the records of old chron-
jefes and archives—plays itself chiefly in
and around Nurnberg. The date is the
fourteenth century.
The state of Germany in that age was
anarchic, chaotic. The Church, the Kai
ser?, the Furalen, nay even the Imperial
Free Cities—whereof there were then
some hundred and six—were all in a
rage of strain and storm, struggling to
gether,each force opposedjto the other in a
wild welter of discorded conflict. Out of
the collision of these warring elements
was pressed into life the order of llaubrit-
ter, or Itobber-knights: men of birth who
elected to live, in a lawless age, by saddle
and by sword; who sought gain by mas
terful spoliation, and strove for glory by
despiteful deeds of arms. The Raubritter
was a natural product of his land and
liine. The younger and wilder nobles
messed into the career—for such it then
was—with joyous eagerness, and without
much sense of shame or wrong—they may
almost be called crusaders of crime; and,
indeed, they very often sublimated their
wild life with a strain of knightly daring
and warrior-enterprise. Many of them
Mere, naturally, mere coarse, common
robbers, greedy and cruel; but there were
some who surrounded the perilous avoca-,
lion with chivalry, and ennobled it with
romance. That one of the Raubritter
who is the best type of the nobler sort—
Eppeleiu von Gailingen forms the subject
of the present narrative. .... ,
It is clear that Eppelem did not think
his profession any disgrace. He was in-
dirnaut at the misdeeds of Church and
State, of Kaiser and of Pope. He always
held himself to be an “honorable knight;”
he never broke his knightly word; he was
furious against the “slanderous tongues”
that called his followers Staudenhecthte
and Schnapphahne—“pikes-in-the-wood,”
or “snatch-cocks.” t . .
Bravest among the brave, he had a wis
dom that could guide his valor to act in
safety; he was capable of courtesy, gener
osity, chivalry; he was always gentle to
women; he had a keen wit and a humor
ous power.pf strong sarcasm. There was
also “the grace and versatility of the
man.” He loved adventure, and courted
danger for its own fierce sake.
Early in the fourteenth century, the
good knigbt, Arnold von Gailingen, was
lord of the castles of Illesheim near
Windsbeim, of Wald, nearGunzenhausen,
of Trameysl (or Dramaus) near Mnggen-
dorf, and of Gailingen, his Stammschloss,
which latter was situated near Rothen-
burg on the Tauber. His wife was named
Apollonia, and he had two sons, one of
whom was a monk at Wurzburg, while
the other pursued the Kriegshandel, or
trade of war, in far lands. The soldier-
son, following his Irade of war, procured
himself to be effectually killed in some of
those far lands; so that Arnold’s two first
born soms did not yield him an heir to
his name, his honors and his castles.
However, in or about the year 1311, the
Frau Apollonia proposed to make her hus
band once more a father. “If,” said the
good lady, “my coming child be a girl, it
shall be a nun; if a boy, he shall be a
monk.” Father Isidores, the resident
castle chaplain, warmly approved the pi
ous resolution; and Arnold, his wife be
ing weak, did not dissent. In deep win-
•er, in the castle of Illesheim, Apollonia
was safely delivered of a son. They called
his name Apollonius, which means, being
'uterpreted, Eppelein; and this infant be
came Eppelein of Gailingen and his lath
er’s heir. The mother had a bad time,
and the infant was at first, to all appear
ance, rather weakly. “He will make a
good monk,” they thought; and when
they said this in the child’s hearing, he
(as chronicles record) raised a great cry,
kicked and threatened as if he were an
gry at the very idea of becoming a monk.
When Eppelein was christened, he, so soon
as he felt the touch of water, uplifted a
terrible shout that frightened all that
b-'ard it; he nearly upset the christening
vessel, and behaved so violently that all
were astonished. In this line of conduct,
however, Eppelein resembled the infant
who afterward became the Emperor Wen
zel, and who, when baptized in the St. Se-
baldus church in Nurnberg, comported
himself in the like uproarious manner.
Arnold remarked, as he watched his
child’s behavior, “I should almost doubt
whether this boy will ever make a
monk.”
The little Eppelein soon ripened into a
strong and sturdy boy. When he was
about six years old, his great delight was
to take down from the wall his father’s
sword, and to swing it about. He tried
to draw on his father’s heavy riding boots
and spurs; and when Arnold rode out on
• Black Adam,” the boy insisted upon rid
ing in front of his father on the great war-
horse. At ten, Eppelein could ride “Black
Adam” almost better than his father.
The bov never knew fear. He would
catch wild, unbroken colts by the mane,
swing himself on them, and gallop furious
ly ’round the meadows; nor could the
fiercest horse ever throw the boj. He sat
as if he had been molten on to a horse.
Arnold did not wish to pain bis wife, and,
therefore, held liis tongue before her, but
he was often beard to mutter, as he
watched Eppelein, “They will never
make a monk of that boy.” „ Himself an
old Haudegen,the knight had a secret joy
in his son’s strength and daring and nn-
rnliness.
Frau Apollonia was a weak and pious
woman. Given such a lady of it, and the
castle is like to be ruled by a priest; as,
indeed, was the case with all Arnold's
many castles, In which the Father Isido
res, while maintaining a decent show of
respect for the good knight, was practical
ly almost supreme. Tne education and
control of the young Eppelein were con
fided to the priest, but without good re
sults. Eppelein soon detected that the
father was selfish and a hypocrite; and
the boy rose in revolt against the priestly
rule. Eppelein would obey only Arnold,
who seldom interfered between priest and
scholar; but, with a smile, let them fight it
out between them, though Isidores was
always complaining of the boy, and urg
ing Arnold to punish him. The quarrels
between Isidores and Eppelein became
fierce and frequent; and the lad played
his reverend tutor many evil tricks. One
day, after some mischievous prauk, the
incensed father, after calling Eppelein a
“heilloser Gesell,” pulled the boy’s ears,
receiving in return a blow which nearly
knocked him down. “How can you hon
or my father and mother,” asked Eppe
lein, “when you take their son by the
ears?” “A pretty monk you’ll make!”
roared the enraged chaplain. Eppelein,
who generalized too rapidly, conceived an
unhappy dislike to the whole body of the
cleigy. If monks or priests were coming
to the castle, he took away the plank, or
tree, by which they had to cross the river;
when they reached the courtyard, he let
loose all the great dogs of the castle, and
fastened all the doors. Twice, when Isi
dores went to the cellar, for purposes no
doubt innocent in themselves and certain
ly conducive to his comfort, Eppelein
locked him in, and the father could only
get out by frantic knockings and callings.
On another occasion the boy glued to-
S tber the leaves of the father’s breviary.
idorus did not find out this trick for
some day?, and the boy poiated out that
the priest must have neglected his duties
for at least that period. Arnold and Apol
lonia were induced to scold Eppelein, who,
in consequence, resolved to he further re
venged upon Isidores, and accomplished
his purpose in this wise.
Eppelein began by upbraiding the fath
er for setting his parents against him.
“Verrechter Gesell!” shouted the angry
priest; “if I did not know you to be the
son of your pious mother, I should hold
you to be an imp of Satan 1”
«Ah p» returned Eppelein, “you abuse
my mother, do you? Very well, you shall
pay for that. I have a mind to line your
cap with pitch.”
“I’ll take care,” roared the father, “that
you shall have no chance. You shan’t
ret my cap into your mischievous hands,
lee—I’ll put it on at once.” And he
hastily did so. But Eppelein had been
beforehand with him, and the cap was
already lined with pitch. Isidores could
put it oni but he could not get it off again.
He roared for help, and they tried to pull
off the cap, but it stuck fast, and the
father’s howls were so piteous that they
had to leave it where it was, and, indeed,
it remained there for many a long day.
Isidores carried his woes to the Lady
Apollonia, and she urged her husband to
interfere. Arnold was really angry; he
had just put his foot into the stirrup of
“Black Adam,” but he turned back,
moved by his wife’s tears, and called to a
Knecht to bring a stick. Eppelein
wrenched the stick out of the man’s hand,
ran downstairs, sprang upon “Black Ad
am,” and rode away. He was then twelve
or thirteen years old. When he reached
the great wood near Trameysl, he dis
mounted, and began (for he was a boy
sti'l) to pick and eat bilberries. “Black
Ad’am,” who was like a dog with Eppe
lein, waited by and grazed contentedly.
Presently Eppeleiu heard voices, and
creeping through the brushwood, he saw a
large band of riders, headed by his fath
er’s chiefest enemy. He listened, and
found that they were lying in wait for his
father, intending to kill Arnold, and then
to seize his castle. Noiselessly did Ep
pelein return to his noble horse. He led
“Black Adam” over the sand, in order
that the horse’s hoofs might make no
noise; then he remounted, and rode swift
ly bade. On his road he met Arnold,
mounted upon the chestnut, end told him
all.
Now when Isidores saw father and son
ride into the courtyard, the good man’s
heart swelled with joy, for he thought
Eppelein had been caught, and was
brought home for condigii punishment.
However, it was another matter that nad
brought the pair home, though Isidores
did not yet know it. “Gottvergessenger
Gaucli 1” he cried out to Eppelein. “Now
you shall learn what it is to maltreat a
holy man! You shall he locked up for
days; you shall be—” “Silence!” cried
Arnold, who.bad to think of more serious
matters; and it was boot and saddle in
the castle yard, where all the riders were
soon mounting, under arms, while the
castle prepared for a defense.
Eppelein suggested that a Knecht
should be sent out, disguised as a peas
ant, should let himself be caught by the
enemy, and should then tell them thet
Arnold was away from Trameysl, and
would not come home for many days.
This was done. Arnold’s foes were
oveijoyed. They postponed their attack
until evening, and detained the sullen
peasant to lead them in the dark to the
castle—which he, unwillingly, did.
Things did not, however, fall out quite
as they had expected. Just as they
reached Trameysl, Arnold, Eppelein and
all the riders fell upon them from behind,
and defeated the foe with such slaughter
that only five remained alive. *
This was Eppelcin’s first knightly deed
of arms, but he did well and worshipfully,
himself unhorsing and wounding two
Lanzknechts. When the fight was over,
said Arnold, as he wiped his sword on
the mane of “Black Adam”—and lie said
j; proudly, too—“that boy will never be a
monk!” . , * . .
Soma ten years rolled on, and Eppelem
developed rapidly. He could keep his own
counsel, and carry out life own will. He
was feared and liked by the soldiers and
the tenants. All said, “The lad had as
much character as courage, and will
come to be a puissant knight; but a monk
—never!” One clay his father, Arnold,
died; and shortly after, Frau Apollonia
prepared to follow her husband. “Es
fehlte ihr im und im Kopfe”—she suffered
in the head and in the stomach—and the
simple leechcraft of Isidores could not
avail. He mixed and administered to the
good lady, all the draughts that he knew
of; but even this treatment did not help;
and Apollonia died.
So Eppelein became lord, and this was
his first act of mastery:
He sent for Isidores, and said: “You
have caused me many a bitter hour. You
set enmity between my parents and me;
and more than all”—here Eppelem s an
ger rose high—“you would have made a
monk of me 1 All is ended between us.
I am now master here, and you shall not
remain another hour in my Jialls. Go.
Now you may think that this was not
pleasant for Isidores, who, as priem and
protege of the lady of so many castles, had
for long years borne sway and influence,
had had an easy life, with free run of cel
lar and buttery, and who saw himself
turned out by the young lord, and rele
gated to meagre fare and to some sort of
work. So he pleaded, and offered to pray
for Eppelein; who. however, remained in
exorable. Then Isidores, who was of a
heavenly temper, gave way to it, and
emitted an impromptu commination ser
vice, brief but Intense, which contained
prophecies of evil and malignant denunci
ations. This, also did not help, and the
discomfitted priest left the halls of the
young Knight of Gailingen. .
Eppelein’s position was this: He was
young, strong, proud, brave, eager for ad
venture, desirous of glory. He had a
heaity hatred of priests and Jews; he
loathed hypocrisy; he had a knightly
scorn of traders, of usurers, of money
changers; and he held in contempt Bur-
germeisters and town councils. Hence
he determined to live by the saddle and
the sword, i. e., to become a Raubitter,
or robber-knight. Such a mau had not
much of a career open to him in Eppe
lein’s land and time. Of the sea he could
know nothing. In the distracted, anarchic
condition of Germany there were no po
litical causes that could present a field for
his energy and enterprise. He believed
—or believed that he believed—that his
pursuit was not unworthy of a knight
fired by love of glory, and he embraced it
with a serious joy. There was, in Eppe
lein’s complex nature, a strong love of
romance, of daring for its own sake; and
he loved the right—as he understood the
right.
The new band soon made itself felt and
known. No highway in Franconia could
be traveled in safety, nor did it help that
the traders engaged escorts of mercena
ries.
It soon appeared that the free imperial
city of Nurnberg was the object of Eppe
lein’s peculiar detestation. It was full of
priests, Jews, traders, usurers, town-
counselors—the people that' most he
hated—and the city was very rich.
What woe he wrought to Nurnberg, what
scofis and mocks he put upon it, wo shall
soon see. Above all his contemporaries
of the sword, Eppelein soon made himself
a distinctive Dame in the land. His dar
ing, skill, generosity, romance, became
the theme of general talk and popular ru
mor. Hated by the classes that he hated,
Eppelein was well loved of the common
people. Never did he any harm or wrong
to poor or simple folk; he often did good
to them.
Now, of Eppelein’s many exploits I
can only relate a few. First, I will tell
you of a pleasant adventure: “Es ist zu
wissen,” as the quaint oid chronicles say,
that there was then in Nurnberg a very
wealthjfcburgher, Tetzel by name, who
had one fair daughter that he loved
passing well. Agnes was proud of her
beauty and her wealth, scorned all her
suitors, and declared that she would only
marry a nobleman. Thereupon Eppelein
wrote to the Rath, offering through them
to Agnes his “ritterlich hochsteigenc
hand.” He added that if Agnes should
marry any Nurnberger he should levy a
fine of 8,000 gold gulden upon the city,
aud would, moreover, have a ki3S from
the bride. Nurnberg answered angrily,
but feared to let Agnes many any one.
When her father had wished her to mar
ry, Agnes would not; but when he wished
her not to marry, the wilful beauty de
cided to marry, and proceeded to fix he:*
affections strongly upon one Ulrich Men
del, a proper young fellow, though scarce
ly quite attaining to Agnes’ original
standard of nobility. However, from
dread of Eppelein, the marriage of Agnes
and Ulrich was postponed. Suddenly
the news came to Nurnberg that Eppelein
was sick unto death. He sent to the city
for Dr. Rhem, the great physician, to
whom Eppelein proposed a laige fee and
a safe conduct. The Rath gladly sent
the doctor to Trameysl, but intimated to
Rehm before he started, that lie need not
go out of his way to cure Eppelein.
“ Dr. Rehm found his patient very weak
and veiy red in the face. This latter
symptom, however, Eppelein haa brought
about by taking a mighty draught of
strong wine. The doctor felt the sick
man’s pulse, shook bis head, aud said:
“You have the binning fever, and will
probably die. You must repent of all
your sins and prepare for death. Still I
will see what 1 can do;” and he prepared
a draught for the sick man. “Drink, Ep
peleiu!” said Doctor Rehm. “Rascal!”
cried the patient, springing out of bed;
“do you think I don’t know what you
mean? How little you know! I am quite
well. You shall drink that draught your
self; if it be poison, you will be served
right; if it be harmless, it will do you no
harm!”
No help for it. The doctor made a wry
face, but he drank. Then it occurred to
Eppelein to make further experiments in
medicine, and he mixed all Rehm’s drags
into one daught, and made the doctor
drink that. This nearly finished the
wretched physician, who was, removed in
a very uncomfortable condition.
As Rehm had been sent to him, the
news of Eppelein’s death was easily be
lieved. A black flag floated over the cas
tle, and traders began to crawl out of
Nurnberg. Tetzel and Menzel sent away
a large cargo of valuable goods, but the
caravan was waylaid, and a person, recog
nized by his comrades as the dead Eppe
lein, said gayly: “We have the 8,000 gul
den and more; now I go for my kiss. Hide
about here and wait my return, in case I
should bring friends from Nurnberg with
me.”
The wedding-feast of Agnes and of Ul
rich was merry and was splendid. Ulrich
said it was a double festival, and celebrat
ed both his marriage and Eppelein’s
death. “Do not be too sure of that,” said
a venerable old man among the guests.
“I hear that Eppelein has been seen
again.”
Now the bride, who was curious and
anxious, went to the venerable old man
to inquire further, when suddenly, to her
surprise, she was passionately embraced
and heartily kissed. Off went white wig
and beard, and the rest of the disguise;
out flamed a bright kqen sword, and the
guest, no longer old, cried, “I have had
my money, I have had my kiss! I am Ep
peleiu! After me who lists to follow.”
He sprang upon his horse, and rode thun
dering over the bridge at the Frauenthor.
Then there was mounting in hot haste,
and the enraged Ulrich and the Number-
gers rode as they might, after the bride,
kisser. Eppelein kept ahead, but did not
ride as fast as usual. Presently he whis
tled, and from copse and shaw came forth
the Wolf and the riders of Dramaus. Ep
pelein tied Ulrich to his hoise, gave him
in charge of two Kneclits, and said, “Sir
Bridegroom, we shall soon meet at
Trameysl. I always keep my word. You
will know Eppelein again!” Then Eppe
lein returned to the joy of fierce fight.
The Nnmbeigers retired sorely discomfit
ed, but Ulrich remained Eppelein’s pris
oner.
The next day Eppelein wrote in stately
fashion to the Rath of the praiseworthy
free city of Nurnberg. He said two
friends of theirs, Dr. Rehm and Ulrich
Mendel, were on a visit to him; but,
though the air at Dramaus was good, both
seemed rather to pine for Nurnberg, and
would gladly return home, which they
could do so soon as the praiseworthy free
city aforesaid should have paid for them
a little ransom of 4,000 gold gulden. This
ransom Nurnberg paid forthwith, and re
covered her citizens; hut Eppelein had his
kiss, his glory, and his gain.
And now you shall hear the story of
Eppelein’s great leap for life; a leap such
as perhaps,"no other horse and rider ever
took.
There was a certain Jew in Nurnberg,
called Elia», who, like Isaac of York,
dealt, among other things, in armor and
in horses. Now this Jew had for sale a
certain matchless horse, said to be the
best in all Germany; but there was one
objection to the peerless grey, that is, he
was so wild and fierce that no man could
mount and ride him. The Buiggraf
wanted the horse, and Eppelein, you may
be sure, who could ride any horse, wanted
such an one sorely.
Elias sold the horse to the Burggraf for
twenty gold gulden, but when Eppfelein
made offers for the steed, a plan of treach
ery occurred to the cunning Jew, and he
offered, for 2,000 gulden, to deliver Eppe
lein into the hands of the Nurnbeigers.
The Jew reasoned well, because Eppelein
was so fond of a good horse, that he for
got his usual caution. So Elias said he
would bring the gallant gray to Forch-1
heim, that Eppelein might see the horse; |
and Eppelein went there eagerly and un
attended. At Forchbeim, Eppelein did not
find the horse, but he found an ambush of
Nurnberg Lanzknechts, who succeeded in
seizing Eppelein, and in carrying the great
Raubritter, securely hound, into Num-
burg; that is, to certain death. He was
borne into the city on the shoulders of the
spearmen, and the mob, which had always
pictured Eppeleiu as a kind of terrible
devil, was surprised to see a handsome
cavalier, gay, confident, bold. Eppelein
knew his danger well; but he kept liis
wits about him, looked ’round him (spe
cially at the city walls,) and maintained a
cheerful, debonair demeanor.
Eppelein was taken before the Buiggraf,
who, with Burgermeister, Rath, patri
cians, soldiers, and much people about
him, sat on horseback in the great wide
Schlossplatz, or open ground below the
btug of Nurnberg.
“Eppelein of Gailingen,” said the
Burggraf sternly, “we have caught you at
last;- and for your many misdeeds you
must prepare to die the death!’,
“Burggraf,” replied Eppelein gayly, “I
love life as well as any man, and I don’t
think that I shall die to-day.”
Then Elias, the Jew, stood forward,
"With spiteful glee and deep malice, he
told the story of his treachery; he claimed
the 2,000 gulden, and the payment for his
horse.
“Burggraf,” said Eppelein, “may I see
this horse before I die ? I am accounted
a good rider as you know, and it may
chance that I could tame a horse that
none other can ride 1”
“Agreed!” cried the Burggraf. “And
you, Eppelein, shall decide whether I am
to pay this Jew for a devil’s horse that no
man can ride. Bring forth the horse 1”
And the horse was brought, snorting,
and stamping, and foaming into the open
space. Several grooms led him, and they
were all afraid of him.
Eppeleiu looked at the gray with a
born horseman’s joy. Never had he seen
such force and fire; such spirit, strength
and speed; and then the creature was so
beautiful 1 “The - very horse for me 1”
thought Eppelein, “and I will have him,
too!” i
“Mount, if thou darest, Eppelein!”
said the Burggraf. “Unbind him,
Knechts, and lead him to the horse!”
And then they saw a strange thing.
Eppelein showed no fear; he patted and
stroked the horse, which seemed to know
his master, and suffered Eppelein to ap
proach and touch him. In a moment Ep
pelein had hold of bridle and of mane,
and with one vault, he sat firmly in the
saddle. The horee neighed, and plunged
and kicked, hut Eppelein sat as if the two
had been moulded in one casting. Erect
and fair, the cavalier kept his seat; and
the wild horse, leaping high into the air,
in furious bounds, flew round and round
in circles, which Eppelein took care to
widen. The people drew hack, and sud
denly Eppelein, seeing the way clear,
headed the horse for the city wail, struck
him with the spurs, and at one wild leap
cleared wall and moat, and stood safe
outside Nurnberg!
The Buiggraf could not restrain his ad
miration; but the astonished soldiers soon
rushed to the wall, threw spears and dis
charged cross-bows at the mocking horse
man, who sat, laughing and jeering at
them, on the horse that he alone could
ride. “I can throw a spear better than
you I” cried Eppelein, as h<» snatched one
out of the ground and hurled it through
the arm ot the Jew Elias. “Burggraf,
you need not pay for the horse. I alone
can ride him! And you need not pay the
Jew for my capture, for I am not cap
tured—I am Eppelein 1 Ade 1”
And he turned and fled like the wind.
Never liad he felt such a horse beneath
him. It was not long before he was safe
in Dramaus, having acquired a matchless
horse that he alone could master and
could use.
And that wild hone became as cele
brated throughout Franconia as was his
yet wilder rider, Eppelein von Gailingen.
But the traitor Jew came badly off. Ho
was not paid for Eppelein, or for the
horse, but lie was banished from Num-
berg on pain of death, and fell into the
hands” of Eppelem.
“You have well deserved death at my
hands! said Eppelein with a dark scowl,
“but fear not, Elias, I will he merciful.
You shall have a safe conduct, and a ride
into Nurnberg as my messenger. Bring
out the wild boar!”
And Eppelein wrote a letter to the
Burggraf and tied it to Elias, and the
Knechts tied Elias to the wild boar. They
prodded the beast with their spears, and
drove it toward Nurnberg; and so, amid
the loud laughter of the wild followers of
the Raubritter, Elias, who had caused
Eppelein such a desperate ride, began an
unpleasant ride on his own account. Ar
rived in the city, more dead than alive,
Elias yet duly delivered Eppelein’s letter.
The knight of Gailingen stipulated for the
Jew’s life, but added that he had more
generosity and was a better Christian than
the Numbergere were, for he bad spared
tbe life of a man who had sold his life for
a price. The letter ended, “You shall
soon hear more from Eppelein.”
Tbe Rath was sorely perplexed at this
great threat, but they spared the life ot
Elias, and the Jew escaped safely to his
own people in Poland, Hungary or Bohe
mia. And so .EUas vanishes from tbiK
history, and the fame of Eppeleiu von
Gailingen, and of liis wonderful horse,
waxed even greater in the land.
Love came to Eppelein, as it does to all
He loved Kunigunde von Wurm-
stein, the sister of his friend, “The Wolf.”
Kunigunde was of noble birth, was beau
tiful and high-hearted; but at first she re
fused Eppelein, saying that his way of
life was too dangerous, that she should al
ways bo anxious, and might be left an un
timely widow. All is fair in love, and
Eppelein planned, without changing his
way of life, to convince her of his reforma
tion by extracting a marriage-gilt from
Nurnberg. He wrote his request toahe
free city, but the reply was that Nurnberg
would not give him a spatz—a sparrow.
He replied that if they would not give
him a sparrow he would take their sing
ing-birds. He rode disguised into Num-
berg, entered the treasury, put their port
able gold cups and the like into a sack,
which he shook and rattled to “make the
birds sing,” and rode safely off. When
Kunigunde received her wedding present,
she told Eppelein that if he had yielded
to her request she would never have ac
cepted him, that she loved his fame, aud
admired his life of wild adventure.
“Hencefortff,” said the lady, “your friends
are my friends, and your foes are my
foes.” So the twain married, in great
splendor, at Dramaus. They were well
suited to each other, and lived very hap-
jlly. Kunigunde died in a few years,
earing one son, Johannes, wl\o promised
to become a second Eppelein, but was
killed in a fight when quite young, fall
ing with his face to the foe, and with all
his wounds in front.
It happened, in J343, that Numbeig
was visited with the “black death,” ana
with a terrible dearth and famine. The
people were dying miserably of sickness
and starvation, so that it was piteous to
see and hear of. Now, there was a cer
tain usurer who had bought great stores
of corn, which he held feack that he
might sell his stock-at #r. enormous profit
when the poor people should he driven by
hanger to pay any price. Had Eppelein
known anything of political economy he
would have recognized that such dealing
was a natural and beautiful transaction;
but he was ignorant of the “dismal
science,” and what he did was this. First
he himself warned the usurer, who denied
having'any com, but when, a few days
later, the usurer thought it safe to drive
his com to Nurnbeig to market, Eppe
lein’s riders seized the cargo and gave it
away to the poor, starving people, who,
indeed, loved “Eppa-Gaila” well—better
than they loved Burggraf, or Burgermeis-
ter, or Rath.. He interfered once to make
the course of true love run. smooth. An
old man, one Muffel, who was very rich,
had got the consent of the parents ot a
pretty girl, and the marriage was being
forced on. Now this girl loved, and was
loved by a nice young fellow, and Eppe-
jein'interfered to help the lovers. He so
frightened old Muffel that the hunks gave
up the girl and the young lovers were
happily married.
—When the troubles in Nurnberg were
at their height, the poor people, madden
ed by misery and wasting with sickness,
got hold of the idea that the Jews hac.
poisoned tho welb, and then began a cru
el persecution of the unhappy Israelites.
Eppelein, I grieve to say, inflamed popu
lar passions against his old enemies, the
Jews, and he is partly to be blamed for
the’ill-treatment to which they were sub
jected. One day, riding near the city,
Eppelein saw an unhappy Jew, one Jack-
lein, followed by some citizens who wish
ed to ill-use, or pferhaps kill tho Hebrew.
Moved by some impulse of pity, Eppelein
interfered. “Now that I have saved you,
wliat will you do ?” asked Eppelein, and
Jacklein begged frantically to be allowed
to enter the knight’s service, and to live
and die there. Something in the man’s
manner touched Eppelein, who trusted in
the Jew and granted his request. Jack
lein was found astute and active; he was
always eager and bitter whenever any
thing was to be done to injure or insult
Nurnberg.
On the occasion of the BurggraPs marri
age, Karl IV. honored the nuptials with his
presence, and there were great feastings,
mummings, and maskings, and Eppelein,
you may be sure, in good disguise, was
one of the gayest there. He rode in the
cavalcade, and rode so well, “witching
the world with noble horsemanship,” that
people cried: “Why, that cavalier rides
like Eppelein 1” And the -bride said to
him: “How I should like to see that
brave Eppelein 1” and he replied, “Fair
lady, you shall see Eppelein, that I prom
ise you. But you may see him and yet
not know that it is Eppelein. Remember
what I have said to you 1”
The bride dropped her glove, and Ep
pelein, returning it to her with knightly
grace, asked her to ask the emperor to
grant him two favors. She consented,
and asked the emperor to do what the
courteous stranger demanded, and Karl
readily promised to do as the bride wish
ed. Thereupon Eppelem and the em
peror talked long together, and Karl was
charmed with Eppelein’s bright, bold wit.
Then Eppelein preferred his first request;
it was that Karl would give a gold gulden
to Hans von Lobenstein.
Tbe emperor laughed lound and long.
! TIiou art a nobleman, though it may be
a poor laid Karl.- “Tbe gold gulden
shallbe'paid; bnt yet I have a mind to
lay thee in the tower for thine audacious
talk and bold request.”
But the emperor could not do this, be
cause he had given his royal word for the
stranger’s safety. So Eppelein bowed and
vanished, and shortly after the chamber-
lain handed to the Kaiser a letter. It was
from Eppelein, who said that a good
Knecht should always, so far as possible,
imitate his master; that he did, so far as
lie could, imitate his emperor, who
pawned and pledged cities and towns,
took spoil, and sack and plunder wherev
er he could seize them. The writer did
the same thing also. He had pawned
Numbeig to Hans von Lobenstein for a
gold gulden, and was, for the information
of the Kaiser and the bride—Eppeletm.
Karl laughed rather grimly, but tbe fair
lady knew that she bad seen Eppelein
without knowing that be was Eppelein,
and she thought with pleasure of the
stately figure and bright face of the re
nowned robber-knight.
Jacklein, the Jew, was consumed with
a fierce hatred of the oppressors of his
race. He used Eppelem to obtain ven
geance upon the Nurnbergers, and he
meant then to use Nurnberg to be reveng
ed upon Eppelein. He was the second
Jew—Elias was the first—who treacher
ously sought to betray the Raubritter.
One day Jacklein stabbed Eppelein’s
favorite horse, took another from the
stables, and on it rode into Numbeig, and
proposed a plan for Eppelein’s capture.
The Rath listened to him and trusted him,
so great wa3 Numberg’s hatred and dread
of Eppelein.
Jacklein denounced all Eppelein’s ad
herents in the city, and these unfortunate
persons disappeared into the Froschthnrm.
At the cold feet of the Iron Virgin yawn
ed a deep and dark oubliette.
Eppelein was beside himself with rage,
and swore to have • the life of the traitor,
Jacklein. The Jew meanwhile vanished
from the city, and the Rath began to sus
pect his honesty.
One day a man rushed into Nurnberg
calling out that Eppelein was taken!
What had really happened was this.
Jacklein caused it to be intimated to Ep
pelein that he, the Jew, was hidden in a
certain village. Eppelein called for his
horse, and with the two Bernheimers and
four Knechts, rode off at once, bent
blindly upon vengeance.
Arrived at the village, Eppelein and
his followers rode straight to the inn in
which they expected to find Jacklein.
The landlord, who was in the plot, asked
them to hide themselves in the house till
Jacklein, who was looked for every min
ute, should arrive.
So Eppelein fell into the wily Jew’s
snare.
■While the Bernheimers and Eppelein
sat drinkiDg in the inn, crowds of armed
men gathered around the house, and they
drew up nine wagons across the front of
the door.
Eppelein heard the sound and hnm of
a mass of men, add he soon became aware
of^the trap laid for him. The Bernheimers
and the four Knechts tried to escape by
the hack of the house, but they were
surrounded by numbers and made prison
ers.
Eppelein mounted his horse—not, alas!
the gray—and issued forth alone by the
front gateway of the inn. The great
crowd, which bristled with spears and
swords, raised a shout when they saw the
terrible Eppelein appear mounted be
fore them. He saw his danger at a
glance. Crying out “freedom or death!
You shall not easily take EppelienF’he
put his horse ‘at the wagons, hoping
to cut his way through his foes.
The horse sprang over eight of the
wagons; but could not clear the ninth,
and crushed down upon the pile. Then
Eppelein on feot, with only his sword,
stood facing that host of enemies. „They
wanteito take him alive; he wished to
die if he could not escape.
The fight—Eppelein’s last fight—began.
This.'man, alone amongst the crowd of
enemies, did prodigies ef valor. He is
ers stood upon the high scaffold in the I factor?” These become your masters, and
market-place of Neumarkt. An enor- j every subject under you becomes demor-
meus crowd raised upturned faces to the
lofty platform. Nurnberg was defrauded
of its show, and Neumarkt rejoiced in the
horrible spectacle.
The Bernheimers perished first, by the
shearing sweep of the headsman’s broad
blade, and then Eppelein was broken
alive on or by the wheel. He refused the
services of a priest. In his day of pride
and power he had always been wont to
say that “a man should live as a free and
mighty hero, and should die without
fear.” He had labored to live up to his
theorem of life, and he certainly bore his
death of slow agony with the calmest cour
age.
When the head was gone the members
were not dangerous. Wolf von Wurm-
stein succeeded to the command, but the
dreaded band, which Eppelein had led so
long and successfully, soon melted away.
Some perished by the sword of the foe-
man, others by the sword of the heads
man. Many disappeared, and the high
ways of Franconia were freed from the'
terror of fhe great robber baud.
So ended the wild life of the chivalrous
criminal, the most* renowned robber-
knight, .Eppelein von Gailingen Corn-
hill.
0CMULGEE FARMERS’ CLUB.
Annual Hay Meeting.
Speeches, Picnic and Dancing.
The Ocmulgee Farmers’^ Ciub held
their annual May meeting at the club
house, about ten miles from this city,
yesterday. There were between four and
five hundred in attendance, and the day
passed off pleasantly with speaking, din
ing and dancing. Colonel Thomas Har T
deman was called upon and made one of
his stirring little addresses, after which
the appointed orator of the day, Rev.S. S.
Sweet, took the stand. In compliance
with the request, as published below, we
reproduce the latter speech in full:
Ocmulgee Farmers’ Club Room.
May 1st, 1880.
Bev. S. S. Sweet: Dear Sir:—In
compliance with a resolution unanimous
ly passed by the O. F. Club, of Howard
district, Bibb county, the undersigned
were appointed a committee, to request of
you a copy of your beautiful andappropri
ate address, delivered to-day at the dedica
tion of our new Premium Hall. We desire
others to enjoy the excellent repast to.
which you treated us, and hope you will
consent to its publication. In conclusion
allow us personally to thank you, and sub
scribe ourselves your friends.
A. M. Lockett,
W. D. Johnson,
C. W. Howard,
R. E. Bowman,
J. W. Mybick,
R. E - . Park.
Howard District, BibrCo., Ga.
May 1st, 18S0.
Gentleirien: Mr Dear Sirs:—I think
you attach more importance to the address
than it' is entitled to. But if its publica
tion wiil afford either profit or pleasure, it
is at your command. Yours truly,
S. S. Sweet.
Ladies and Gentlemen: I find myself in
a new role to-day in endeavoring to ad
dress an agricultural community. My
custom in past life, as many of you know,
has been to select a text and discourse
from that, often-, perhaps, with no other
benefit than serving as a point of diverg
ence. Nevertheless, true to the traditions
of the fathers, I select a theme, and that
theme will be
“HOME IN THE COUNTRY.”
There are many different kinds of coun-
try homes. There is the sentimental
home, which exists only in the poet’s
brain, with its “creeping ivy and lowing
herd.” Then, there is the ancient cabin
home, with its mammoth lire place, and
o’er it
“A little round pole suspended by strings,
Upon which hung the socks and a hun
dred other things,”
to tell us of the long, long ago. But my
purpose is with the modem home to-day.
Our homes should be well located.
There is more in the location of the
house on the farm than a casual observer
would ever suppose. It is a matter that
should be well considered, especially
when we go to erect costly or permanent
buildings. Health and convenience
should be consulted. TLe whole beauty
and symmetry of the farm has often been
sadly marred by locating the buildings in
the wrong place. Hundreds of people
discover this fbet when it is too late to
remedy the misfortune, and thier mistake
becomes a source of annoyance through
out a life-time.
Again, our homes should be permanent.
They should be something more than an
abiding place merely. They should have
all the sacred surroundings of a perma
nent and fixed dwelling-place. There is
deeply planted in the'human breast a
love for the spot which we can call
home. The hallowed associations that
cluster around such a place, awaken the
keenest and tenderest emotions of our be
ing, and memory clings with the intensest
tenacity to the merest trifle connected
with it. But alas, in this feverish age,
and in this restless country, there are hut
few permanent homes. The majority of
people seem only to be sojourners, tarry
ing for a night. They intend to remain
on the form only until, m their estima
tion; they can do better, until they can
change their vocation. This restlessness
to seek a better country, and a different
mode of life, has almost ruined and pau
perized some of the loveliest sections of
our grand 'old commonwealth. Men go
abroad and are charmed with the beauty
of English homes and French villas, for
getting that right here, right in this com
munity, just as lovely and attractive
homes can be made as anywhere else on
the face of the globe. The prin
cipal reason why these English
homes are so attractive is because
they are permanent, they are entailed
property and are to descend from sire to
son perpetually. Every dollar that is spent,
everything done to improve or adorn will
be enjoyed by some member of the house
hold. It never can fall into alien hands.
If men would resolve in their minds to be
farmers, and in locating their homes have
it understood, this is for me and my off
spring after me, the most beneficial results
would follow; there would be a degree of
permanency in their purposes as well as
in their homes.
These homes should be self-sustain ; ng.
Every farm in Georgia ought to be an in
dependent kingdom within itself and the
fanner upon the throne guidine and con
trolling all. . Its imports should be limit
ed—its exports should always be in ex-
Then the balance of gold would al
cess,
, ^ ways be within its own exchequer. The
said to have-killed or mortally wounded j -means of defense would always be at
twenty of his foes, but the fight was a I hand against the approach of every ene-
fight of utter desperation; he fought, j my, and peace and prosperity would al-
not for life, but for death, aud the ways abound.
odds against him were too terrible. He j But when you depend upon others to
was borne down, seized and bound, and furnish supplies you at once place your-
carried away to Neumarkt. selves at great disadvantage; you surren-
In the fight Eppelein had cloven Jack- j der your independence and r.ght- to con-
lein through the skull. Ths fanatic of trol and thus become slaves instead of
revenge perished by the sword of the mas- 1 freemen. What is the incentive that
ter he had betrayed. I prompts activity in the conduct of the
Tbe long career of success had come to average fanner in Georgia to-day ? It is
a violent end. The Raubritter were con- ' not that he may provide future comforts
demned to die; and on a fair summer and luxuries for bis household, but “how ! and forgetting the high destiny you
morning Eppelein and the two Bernheim- can I meet my guano bills and satisfy my ' designed by God to attain, to be tbe
alized, and you are compelled to submit
to indignities from the meanest hireling
in order to reimburse your master. This
is to degrade eur manhood and lose all
self respect. Farmers of Howard district,
never become slaves. Be your own mas
ter, rule your own kingdom.
Your homes should be adorned and
beautified, -fflstbetical taste is not incom
patible with homo in the country, hut on
the contrary it is most fitting. The first
home with which earth wa3 ever blessed,
and the most beautiful one with which
earth was ever adorned was prepared and
furnished by God himself amid the bowers
of Eden. From the richness with which
our Heavenly Father prepared and fur
nished this Eden home, we may readily
infer our duty in reference to our place
of abode. It is bur imperative duty to
make our homes lovely aud attractive.
This can be done at comparatively little
outlay,'and it is a work to which every
member of the household can contribute.
The planting of a shrub, the cultivation of
a flower, the arranging of a walk in the
yard, the construction of a gate, the white
washing of a fence, the laying out of the
garden, the framing of a vine, all contrib
ute more or less to the attractiveness of
the surroundings. And within, the ar
ranging of the furniture, the decoration of
the walls, the shading of the windows,
and the tasteful display ofthe books and
other table and mantel ornaments, all
heighten the effect both to the eye and the
mind, and enhances the pleasure of every
member of the family. This can be done,
however humble the cottage, or however
common our homes may bo furnished.
It is sot the texture so much, as the taste
and neatness displayed in the arrrange-
ment, the order and system that is mani
fest m the working of the internal as well
a3 the external affairs of the household.
All this involves intelligence, energy
and labor. Mental cultivation is as im
portant to the farmer and his household
as it is to any other class in the wide
world. And the mau who does not afford
all facilities up to the extent othis abili
ty for the education of his offspring, is
recreant to the trust God has confided to
him. Higher education is not within the
reach of all in any class or vocation; but
if attained, nowhere can it more appro-
ately employed than on the farm. I
have two young friends farming to
day in Georgia, who not only passed
some of the best schools in this
country, hut are graduates of one of the
mo3t celebrated German Universities.
They. And fanning both pleasant and re
munerative. Their education is not in
their way, but on the contraiy contributes
to thair happiness and general prosperity.
Many a man has proven himself a suc
cessful farmer without an education, but
with one he would have greatly increased
his success.
No achievement worthy of the name
has ever been accomplished but by ener
getic, persistent effort. Without labor no
man can be prosperous or happy. It is a
necessity of our being, and mental activi
ty is the requirement of our Creator. God
placed Adam in the garden to keep it and
dress it. This requires intelligent action,
and involves both physical and mental
activity. The theory that labor is the
badge of our humiliation and fall, is a
grave mistake and utterly without foun
dation. The pain and weariness of labor
is that which constitutes the penalty of
our transgression—not labor. Hereto
fore, Adam had lived and labored
without fatigue, henceforth he should
only eat his bread by the sweat of
his brow, and earth should yield her
fruits in response to the most painful toil
—this is tbe curse. So that labor is es
sential to all success and to all happiness,
as well. The blessedness of.labor is in the
enjoyment of the fruits of our toil, and the
rest that follows. And nowhere is it
more sweet and enjoyable than in the
country. The feverish excitement and
hurry and noise incident to city life, dis
turbs and robs us of that rest which our
weary natures demand.. But in the quiet
ness of the country home it comes with
blessed influence, with recuperative
power, and with benign benedictions.
With all of the foregoing characteristics
of a countiy home, that home would be
incomplete still, without guileless hearts,
cheerful countenances, amiable tempers
and forgiving spirits, unity of purpose and
harmony of action. These are the grand
essentials, and that home that lacks these
things, lacks the very vital essence of
home—lacks just what the human frame
work lacks when the indwelling soul is
gone.
In order to inspire our oflspring with a
love of home, we must render home at
tractive and lovely by the introduction of
books, instruments Ur embellishments ne
cessary to hold their affections. It should
be to them tho most charming place on
earth. It may not be the most elegant, but
more in harmony with their sympathies
and aspirations. Farm life should not be
held up to them as a drudgery and a vo
cation to be shunned, as unhappily it too
often is, and that you continue in it merely
because you cannot evade it; but let them
know that it is one of the noblest of pro
fessions, as it is, and heaven ordained,
and that the very foundation of all pros
perity in any State or country depends
upon the prosperity of the farmer’s calling.
J)o not teach your sons that you intend
them for other vocations, but if the bent
of their minds is to farming, teach them
that is honorable, that it is the most inde
pendent life, when properly appreciated
and faithfully followed.
This lesson must also be taught by ex
ample as welt as by precept. Our chil
dren must be impressed with the fact that
ice love home, that we prefer its quietness
and associations to. the cross-road grocery
and its gossiping crowd; that its enjoy
ments and pleasures are more palatable
and to be desired than loafing around the
streets of the city and bandying words
with the pot-house politicians and irre
pressible dead-beats.
Therefore, the man who wilfully neg
lects his home, forsakes the family circle
and seeks enjoyment elsewhere, is guilty
of a monstrous sin. No matter what may
be his excuse he has no right to neglect
his home, with which heaven has blessed
him.
And, ladies, upon you devolves the larg-
er share of labor to make home truly lovely
and attractive. In matters of adornment,
in matters of home enjoyment, in matters
of love and affection, yours is the respon
sible station. By your gentleness and in
dustry, you can sweeten every joy and
heighten every pleasure that clusters
around that sacred spot called home. In
your bands the destiny of the nation has
been placed, no matter how much the
“lords of creation” may protest, and as
mothers, you mould the characters ofthe
world’s inhabitants. These contented
homes—homes of beauty and refinement
and plenty—are the fruitful nurseries of
irtue, patriotism and honor, and it is
where you reign enthroned as queen in
every heart. Therefore, you cannot afford
to be recreant to your duty, Out with, the
untiring energy of an angel, you must
watch the unfolding of those budding
minds and give them proper di
rection, and see that they have proper
nourishment, for under your supervision
they can be directed and molded into any
shape. In this fertile soil of childhood
should be planted the seeds of truth, of
purity and of patriotism, for here aione
these plants of virtue will grow and de-
velope into vigorous life. Then do not
neglect that home, that sacred retreat,
were
the ad
mired butterfly of an hour, and seek
praise and honor in fashion’s gay and
giddy whirl, and prostitute the very gifts
of loveliness with which heaven has en
dowed you to render home attractive and.
lovely.'
“Home, sweet home” should bo tha
burden of our song, and every heart as
well, for there is no love lilqQ that which
binds a man to the spot—
“Where he learned to lisp his mother’s
name,
Land of his frolic youth,
Land of his bridal eve,
Land of his children—their birthplace
And their grave.”
Then when every farm in Georgia shall
become an independent kingdom within
itself, and when everything that is neces
sary for the support and comfort ofthe in
habitants of that kingdom is produced in
the realm, and when Georgia nestles on
her bosom, homes that have been made
prosperous by economy, and beautiful and
tasteful by the hand of woman, and en
riched by the hand of the husbandman;
and when ail these homes in Georgia
shall have been made so bright, so cheer
ful, so attractive, so lovely, that our off
spring, wherever their wanderingfootsteps,
may lead them, may, in their twilight med
itations, shed tears at the recollections of
the joys and attractions of their old
country Lome, and in remembrance of
the old • orchard trees planted by' their
grandsires in the long, long ago. Then,
and not until then, shall we have dis-
chargeil our duty to our children, to our
country, and to our God. But when this
is accomplished, then we can join in the
i ;rand matinee of praises to Him who hath
jequeathed us so glorious an heritage.
Mr. President and members of the Oc-
mulgee Farmer's Club: I am here to
day to congratulate you on the consumma
tion of your laudab !e undertaking in the
erection of this excellent and substantial
hall. You have done well in preparing
for the future wants and necessities of
your association. May all of your enter
prises, whether contending with your
peers for a premium in the exhibitions of
the State Agricultural Society, or in the
more humble sphere of your district fair,
be as successful as this one has proven to
be.
May this building remain for years to
come as a monument to your intelligence,
»nd yoiir industry, and your appreciation
of the honorable calling in which you are
engaged. May no evil befall it. May
no misfortune, either by fire or storm
rmite it. May no pestilence hover over
it. May no wrangling among members
degrade it. May no strife or bitterness be
indulged in it. May no revelries or de
baucheries dishonor it. May no fraud or
sharp practice desecrate it.
Bnt may this hall be devoted to agricul
tural purposes, to the display of farm pro
ducts, to the exhibition of the industries
of the community, to the encouragement
of every'department of farm life, to the
encouragement of every rational and so
cial enjoyment, to the cultivation of every
virtue and social relation, ana io crcry in
terest that affects the good ofthe commun
ity.
Personally, may every blessing of pros
perity and peace attend you, may your
rallies be covered over with corn, and tbo
hills on every side he vocal with lowing
herds. *
May your sons he as plants grown up in
their youth. May your daughters be as
corner-stones polished after the similitude
of a palace. May your garners ever bo
full, affording all mannsr^of store. May
your oxen be strong to labor, that there *
be no breaking in to destroy nor going:
out with spoil. Nay, may there he no com
plaining in all your community. Happy
is that people who are in such a case, and
and may you he that happy people whoso
God is the Lord.
J. W. Renfroe for Treasurer.
Athens' Chronicle: We have re
ceived a circular letter announcing that
Mr. J. W. Renfroe will become a candi
date for State treasurer at the next elec
tion. We suppose that they have been
sent to all the other papers, with a view
to eliciting the opinion ofthe press upon
his candidacy. And we therefore unhes
itatingly give ours.
We shall not only vote against him, but
shall endeavor to persuade our readers to
do likewise. When we recall the narrow
escape Mr. Renfroe made from disfran
chisement, we are surprised that he has
the face to come before the people and
ask their suffrage.
He will of course say that he was ac
quitted before the court of impeachment,
and that thereby his Innocence was vindi
cated. As a matter of pure law, that i3
true—that judgment is final, and iira le
gal sense he stands before the world un
tarnished. But how is it morally ? Out
of the forty-four Senators, the jury who
tried his case, all but seventeen solemnly
pronounced him guilty, and even those
seventeen confessedly voted for his ac
quittal on purely technical grounds.
Tennyson a.t Lunch.—A recent Lon
don letter says: I had the good fortune the
other day to come upon Tennyson taking
his chop and kidney at that hoqse, some
three doors above the old Temple Bar,
which he has made famous, “The Cock.”
I had the curiosity to look for the “half a
pint of port” in the poem, but I saw at the '
bard’s elbow no wine, fruity or crusted,
but a plain pewter of stout, which the
author of “Locksley Hall” discussed like
any northern farmer of them all. He is
aged and worn, and bent in the back,* with
hollow chest; but I think these are rather
the effects of a brooding habit of mind
and body than the marks of physical de
bility, for he looked toagh and muscular.
Tennyson is not a beauty. Now, you must
know that the head waiter, immortalized
in. the poem, is still first Ganymede at the
“Cock,'’ and it was fine to see him waiting
on the Laureate. The man is tremen
dously conscious of his distinction, and
keeps watcliiug guests out of the comer
of his eye to see if they are admiring him.
His manner to Mr. Tennyson was delight
ful., at once respectful and friendly—just
as if he felt himself a partner in the work
which has given the “Cock” a sort of lit
erary reputation.
—A famous London physician used to
relate that he had long gone almost daily
to the “Shades” near London bridge, to
rest a while and drink & glass of wine
from the wood. For many years he had
taken it as a matter of course that he
must not intrude on the privacy of tbe
gentleman who, as it happened, invariably
selected the next stall. But sympathy it
self suggested a certain curiosity. One
day the warmth of the weather and the
generosity of the liquor broke the long
speil, and raising his voice he said: “Sir, I
have had the pleasure of taking my wine
next to you now for twenty-seven years.
May I venture to ask my friend’s name?”
A hollow voice replied: “Sir, you’re a
very impertinent fellow.” Such was tho
rule of coffee house society in* tho3e days.
—There is an actual discrimination,
says the Herald, of between two ana
three per cent, against banking capital in,
New York, owing to State taxation. The
consequence is that money is cheaper in
Boston and Philadelphia than it Is in New
York, giving an advantage to the mer
chants of rival cities and enabling them to
underbid New York m tbe transaction of
business. Why should we thus drive
away business to our rivals?