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The third act opens, like the last, in Kuno's house, and discovers Agatha preparing for her nuptials, and telling Annchen a singular dream she has had. She had fancied herself a dove, and that Max fired at her. As the bird fell she came to herself and saw that the dove had changed to a fierce bird of ill omen which lay dying at her feet.
The mother, almost blinded with tears, heard her child whisper, "'See His face; then Annchen will see Him too, won't she, Frida?" "Yes, Annchen. There your eyes will be open, and you will be blind no more."
When they had finished tea, the two girls sat on, silent and serene. Then Ursula, who had a beautiful strong voice, began to sing to herself, softly: 'Annchen von Tharau. Gudrun listened, as she sat beneath the trees, and the yearning came into her heart.
So popular was it in England in 1824 that no less than nine theatres were presenting various versions of it at the same time. The original cast was as follows: AGATHA Frau CAROLINE SEIDLER. ANNCHEN Frl. JOHANNA EUNIKE. MAX Herr CARL STÜMER. CASPAR Herr HEINRICH BLUME. OTTAKAR Herr RUBINSTEIN. KUNO Herr WANER. HERMIT Herr GERN. KILIAN Herr WIEDEMANN.
Little Annchen will be waking and wanting you, and how could I quiet her? O Mütterchen, go not!" and he clung to her, trying to hold her back. Just as his mother, maddened with terror, was freeing herself from his grasp, the sound of a footstep struck her ear, and mother and child together exclaimed, "Ah, there he comes!"
No, Hans; I know the path to the place where he works, and I can follow it even in the dark. Stay here and watch by the cradle of the little Annchen, whilst I go and see if I can find thy father." "Nay, Mütterchen," entreated the boy; "thee must not go. And all alone too! Father would never have let you do so had he been here. O Mutter, stay here!
"Annchen, dear Annchen, speak to me," she entreated "just one word, to say you know me. It is Frida come home, and she will not leave you again, but will tell you stories out of the little brown book." A look of intelligence crossed the face of the blind child, and she said, "Dear Frida, tell Annchen 'bout Jesus, and sing."
Warm as was my love for the beautiful Annchen, my adored one came near getting a cold from it, for, rogue that I was, I hid her overshoes during the lesson on one rainy Saturday evening, that I might have the pleasure of taking them to her the next morning.
"Ah," said Elsie, as she bent her head over a sweet little year-old girl whom she held on her lap, "now I shall be able to show her my little Gretchen, and she will, I know, sing to her some of the sweet hymns she used to sing to my little Annchen, and she will read to us again, Wilhelm, out of the little brown book which I have taken great care of for her."
"Nay, father, nay! Do not send her away. She is so pretty, and looks like the picture of an angel. I saw one in the church where little Annchen was baptized. Oh, keep her, father! Mutter, do not send the little maid back into the forest!" But Elsie's woman's heart had no thought of so doing. "No, no, my lad," she said.
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