The Old Bachelor's Nightcap · page 21 2 3101Molly had told him that she loved him--loved him more than all the splendors of Weimar.102One, two, three years went by, and during the whole time he received only two letters.103One came by the carrier, and the other a traveller brought.104The way was very long and difficult, with many turnings and windings through towns and villages.105How often had Anthony and Molly heard the story of Tristan and Isolda, and Anthony had thought the story applied to him, although Tristan means born in sorrow, which Anthony certainly was not; nor was it likely he would ever say of Molly as Tristan said of Isolda, "She has forgotten me."106But in truth, Isolda had not forgotten him, her faithful friend; and when both were laid in their graves, one, on each side of the church, the linden-trees that grew by each grave spread over the roof, and, bending towards each other, mingled their blossoms together.107Anthony thought it a very beautiful but mournful story; yet he never feared anything so sad would happen to him and Molly, as he passed the spot, whistling the air of a song, composed by the minstrel Walter, called the "Willow bird," beginning--108"Under the linden-trees, Out on the heath."109One stanza pleased him exceedingly--110"Through the forest, and in the vale, Sweetly warbles the nightingale.111This song was often in his mouth, and he sung or whistled it on a moonlight night, when he rode on horseback along the deep, hollow way, on his road to Weimar, to visit Molly.112He wished to arrive unexpectedly, and so indeed he did.113He was received with a hearty welcome, and introduced to plenty of grand and pleasant company, where overflowing winecups were passed about.114A pretty room and a good bed were provided for him, and yet his reception was not what he had expected and dreamed it would be.115He could not comprehend his own feelings nor the feelings of others; but it is easily understood how a person can be admitted into a house or a family without becoming one of them.116We converse in company with those we meet, as we converse with our fellow-travellers in a stage-coach, on a journey; we know nothing of them, and perhaps all the while we are incommoding one another, and each is wishing himself or his neighbor away.117Something of this kind Anthony felt when Molly talked to him of old times.118"I am a straightforward girl," she said, "and I will tell you myself how it is.119There have been great changes since we were children together; everything is different, both inwardly and outwardly.120We cannot control our wills, nor the feelings of our hearts, by the force of custom.121Anthony, I would not, for the world, make an enemy of you when I am far away.122Believe me, I entertain for you the kindest wishes in my heart; but to feel for you what I now know can be felt for another man, can never be.123You must try and reconcile yourself to this.124Farewell, Anthony."125Anthony also said, "Farewell."126Not a tear came into his eye; he felt he was no longer Molly's friend.127Hot iron and cold iron alike take the skin from our lips, and we feel the same sensation if we kiss either; and Anthony's kiss was now the kiss of hatred, as it had once been the kiss of love.128Within four-and-twenty hours Anthony was back again to Eisenach, though the horse that he rode was entirely ruined.checked by a teacher129"What matters it?" said he; "I am ruined also.checked by a teacher130I will destroy everything that can remind me of her, or of Lady Halle, or Lady Venus, the heathen woman.131I will break down the apple-tree, and tear it up by the roots; never more shall it blossom or bear fruit."132The apple-tree was not broken down; for Anthony himself was struck with a fever, which caused him to break down, and confined him to his bed.133But something occurred to raise him up again.134What was it?135A medicine was offered to him, which he was obliged to take: a bitter remedy, at which the sick body and the oppressed spirit alike shuddered.136Anthony's father lost all his property, and, from being known as one of the richest merchants, he became very poor.137Dark days, heavy trials, with poverty at the door, came rolling into the house upon them like the waves of the sea.138Sorrow and suffering deprived Anthony's father of his strength, so that he had something else to think of besides nursing his love-sorrows and his anger against Molly.139He had to take his father's place, to give orders, to act with energy, to help, and, at last, to go out into the world and earn his bread.140Anthony went to Bremen, and there he learnt what poverty and hard living really were.141These things often harden the character, but sometimes soften the heart, even too much.142How different the world, and the people in it, appeared to Anthony now, to what he had thought in his childhood!143What to him were the minstrel's songs?144An echo of the past, sounds long vanished.145At times he would think in this way; yet again and again the songs would sound in his soul, and his heart become gentle and pious.146"God's will is the best," he would then say. "147It was well that I was not allowed to keep my power over Molly's heart, and that she did not remain true to me.148How I should have felt it now, when fortune has deserted me!149She left me before she knew of the change in my circumstances, or had a thought of what was before me.150That is a merciful providence for me.151All has happened for the best.152She could not help it, and yet I have been so bitter, and in such enmity against her."153Years passed by: Anthony's father died, and strangers lived in the old house.154He had seen it once again since then.155His rich master sent him journeys on business, and on one occasion his way led him to his native town of Eisenach.156The old Wartburg castle stood unchanged on the rock where the monk and the nun were hewn out of the stone.157The great oaks formed an outline to the scene which he so well remembered in his childhood.158The Venus mountain stood out gray and bare, overshadowing the valley beneath.159He would have been glad to call out "Lady Halle, Lady Halle, unlock the mountain.160I would fain remain here always in my native soil."161That was a sinful thought, and he offered a prayer to drive it away.162Then a little bird in the thicket sang out clearly, and old Anthony thought of the minstrel's song.163How much came back to his remembrance as he looked through the tears once more on his native town!164The old house was still standing as in olden times, but the garden had been greatly altered; a pathway led through a portion of the ground, and outside the garden, and beyond the path, stood the old apple-tree, which he had not broken down, although he talked of doing so in his trouble.165The sun still threw its rays upon the tree, and the refreshing dew fell upon it as of old; and it was so overloaded with fruit that the branches bent towards the earth with the weight. "166That flourishes still," said he, as he gazed.167One of the branches of the tree had, however, been broken: mischievous hands must have done this in passing, for the tree now stood in a public thoroughfare. "168The blossoms are often plucked," said Anthony; "the fruit is stolen and the branches broken without a thankful thought of their profusion and beauty.169It might be said of a tree, as it has been said of some men--it was not predicted at his cradle that he should come to this.170How brightly began the history of this tree, and what is it now?171Forsaken and forgotten, in a garden by a hedge in a field, and close to a public road.172There it stands, unsheltered, plundered, and broken.173It certainly has not yet withered; but in the course of years the number of blossoms from time to time will grow less, and at last it was cease altogether to bear fruit; and then its history will be over."174Such were Anthony's thoughts as he stood under the tree, and during many a long night as he lay in his lonely chamber in the wooden house in Hauschen Street, Copenhagen, in the foreign land to which the rich merchant of Bremen, his employer, had sent him on condition that he should never marry. "175Marry! ha, ha!" and he laughed bitterly to himself at the thought.176Winter one year set in early, and it was freezing hard.177Without, a snowstorm made every one remain at home who could do so.178Thus it happened that Anthony's neighbors, who lived opposite to him, did not notice that his house remained unopened for two days, and that he had not showed himself during that time, for who would go out in such weather unless he were obliged to do so.179They were gray, gloomy days, and in the house whose windows were not glass, twilight and dark nights reigned in turns.180During these two days old Anthony had not left his bed, he had not the strength to do so.181The bitter weather had for some time affected his limbs.182There lay the old bachelor, forsaken by all, and unable to help himself.183He could scarcely reach the water jug that he had placed by his bed, and the last drop was gone.checked by a teacher184It was not fever, nor sickness, but old age, that had laid him low.185In the little corner, where his bed lay, he was over-shadowed as it were by perpetual night.186A little spider, which he could however not see, busily and cheerfully spun its web above him, so that there should be a kind of little banner waving over the old man, when his eyes closed.187The time passed slowly and painfully.188He had no tears to shed, and he felt no pain; no thought of Molly came into his mind.checked by a teacher189He felt as if the world was now nothing to him, as if he were lying beyond it, with no one to think of him.190Now and then he felt slight sensations of hunger and thirst; but no one came to him, no one tended him.191He thought of all those who had once suffered from starvation, of Saint Elizabeth, who once wandered on the earth, the saint of his home and his childhood, the noble Duchess of Thuringia, that highly esteemed lady who visited the poorest villages, bringing hope and relief to the sick inmates.192The recollection of her pious deeds was as light to the soul of poor Anthony.193He thought of her as she went about speaking words of comfort, binding up the wounds of the afflicted and feeding the hungry, although often blamed for it by her stern husband.194He remembered a story told of her, that on one occasion, when she was carrying a basket full of wine and provisions, her husband, who had watched her footsteps, stepped forward and asked her angrily what she carried in her basket, whereupon, with fear and trembling, she answered, "Roses, which I have plucked from the garden."195Then he tore away the cloth which covered the basket, and what could equal the surprise of the pious woman, to find that by a miracle, everything in her basket--the wine, the bread--had all been changed into roses.196In this way the memory of the kind lady dwelt in the calm mind of Anthony.197She was as a living reality in his little dwelling in the Danish land.198He uncovered his face that he might look into her gentle eyes, while everything around him changed from its look of poverty and want, to a bright rose tint.199The fragrance of roses spread through the room, mingled with the sweet smell of apples.200He saw the branches of an apple-tree spreading above him.1 2 3← previousIn the Nurserynext →(written For the Schiller Album)↑ back to Fairy Tales of Hans Christian AndersenThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/128/page/2/