



Produced by Charles Bowen, from scans obtained from The
Internet Archive.





Transcriber's notes:
1. This book is derived from the Web Archive,
http://www.archive.org/details/trumpeterskking00schegoog.

2. The oe diphthong is represented by [oe].



                       THE TRUMPETER OF SAeKKINGEN.





                                  THE

                       THE TRUMPETER OF SAeKKINGEN



                      A Song from the Upper Rhine.




                                   BY

                       JOSEPH VICTOR VON SCHEFFEL.




                     TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY

                         MRS. FRANCIS BRUeNNOW.




                  _Translation authorised by the Poet._




                                London:
                   CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY.
                  NEW YORK: SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG, & CO.
                                  1877.






                       CHARLES DICKENS AND EVANS.
                         CRYSTAL PALACE PRESS.







      O Song, at home well known to fame,
        That German hearts hath deeply stirred
      And long hath made of Scheffel's name
        A dear and honoured household word,

      Go forth in thy first foreign dress,
        Go forth to Albion's noble land!
      Will she not greetings kind express,
        And warmly clasp the stranger's hand?

      The Emerald Isle will surely give
        A welcome neither cold nor faint;
      For on thy pages still doth live
        The name of Erin's ancient Saint.

      Across the sea my country's shores
        As Hope's bright star before me rise;
      Will she not open wide her doors
        To one who on her heart relies?

      Farewell, oh work of vanished hours;
        When suffering rent my weary heart,
      Thy breath of fragrant woodland flowers
        Did life renew, fresh strength impart.

      Oh Scheffel! may thy years be long!
        And may'st thou live to see the time,
      When this thy genial Schwarzwald song
        Will find a home in every clime.


_Basel_, _June_, 1877.




                    CONTENTS.


      DEDICATION

      PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION

      PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION

      PREFACE TO THE FOURTH EDITION

      PREFACE TO THE FIFTIETH EDITION


                   FIRST PART.

      HOW YOUNG WERNER RODE INTO THE SCHWARZWALD


                  SECOND PART.

      YOUNG WERNER WITH THE SCHWARZWALD PASTOR


                  THIRD PART.

      ST. FRIDOLIN'S DAY


                  FOURTH PART.

      YOUNG WERNER'S ADVENTURES ON THE RHINE


                  FIFTH PART.

      THE BARON AND HIS DAUGHTER


                  SIXTH PART.

      HOW YOUNG WERNER BECAME THE BARON'S TRUMPETER


                  SEVENTH PART.

      THE EXCURSION TO THE MOUNTAIN LAKE


                  EIGHTH PART.

      THE CONCERT IN THE GARDEN PAVILION


                   NINTH PART.

      TEACHING AND LEARNING


                   TENTH PART.

      YOUNG WERNER IN THE GNOME'S CAVE


                 ELEVENTH PART.

      THE HAUENSTEIN RIOT


                  TWELFTH PART.

      YOUNG WERNER AND MARGARETTA


                THIRTEENTH PART.

      WERNER SUES FOR MARGARETTA


                FOURTEENTH PART.

      THE BOOK OF SONGS

            YOUNG WERNER'S SONGS

            SONGS OF THE CAT HIDDIGEIGEI

            SONGS OF THE SILENT MAN

            SOME OF MARGARETTA'S SONGS

            WERNER'S SONGS. FIVE YEARS LATER


                 FIFTEENTH PART.

      THE MEETING IN ROME


                 SIXTEENTH PART.

      SOLUTION AND END


      NOTES.




                  DEDICATION.


      "Who is yonder light-haired stranger
      Who there like a cat is roaming
      O'er the roof of Don Pagano?"--
      Thus asked many honest burghers,
      Dwellers on the Isle of Capri,
      When they from the market turning
      Looked up at the palm-tree and the
      Low-arched roof of moorish fashion.

      And the worthy Don Pagano
      Said: "That is a strange queer fellow,
      And most strange his occupation.
      Came here with but little luggage,
      Lives here quite alone but happy,
      Clambers up the steepest mountains,
      Over cliffs, through surf is strolling,
      Loves to steal along the sea-shore.
      Also lately'mid the ruins
      Of the villa of Tiberius
      With the hermits there caroused.
      What's his business?--He's a German,
      And who knows what they are doing?
      But I saw upon his table
      Heaps of paper written over,
      Leaving very wasteful margins;
      I believe he is half crazy,
      I believe he's making verses."

        Thus he spoke.--And I myself was
      This queer stranger. Solitary
      I had on this rocky island
      Sung this song of my dear Schwarzwald.
      I went as a wand'ring scholar
      To