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Updated: September 28, 2025
This public voice had declared that Eckhof was a great tragedian, who rivalled successfully the great French actor, Monsieur Dennis. This public voice, though but the voice of the people, found entrance everywhere, even in the saloons of the nobles and cabinets of princes.
"This is he," said Joseph, drawing Lupinus forward. "Ah!" said Eckhof, "and I was murmuring and complaining against fate I, whose friends have shown their love by deeds as well as by words friends who worked for me whilst I sat with folded hands bewailing my bad fortune.
"Do you wish really to become an actor?" questioned Eckhof. "Yes," he replied in a low voice, "I have long wished it, I have struggled with this wish, and thought I had overcome it; but the struggle has been in vain; in vain have I buried myself in books and studies. I will keep up this internal strife no longer, but will follow the inclinations of my heart, which lead me to you.
Let us turn our backs upon these French worshippers, and go as missionaries for the German drama throughout our fatherland." A long pause followed this speech of Eckhof; every eye was thoughtful, every face was troubled. "You do not answer? I have not, then, convinced you?"
He knew that the events of that day must exercise an important influence upon his future, upon the happiness or unhappiness of his whole life. The day before the examination Lupinus was alone in his room. He said to himself, "If the faculty give me my diploma, I will show myself in my true form to Eckhof.
One wild day I exclaimed, 'Oh! my God, my God! I am set apart to be an artiste; thou hast consecrated me by misfortune. To-day, I feel that only when I am truly happy can I truly create. From this day alone will I truly be an artiste. I have now received the heavenly consecration of happiness." Eckhof looked down upon his young friend.
"Will the director, Schonemein, consent?" "Schonemein has resolved to go with us, provided we make no claim for salaries, but will share with him both gains and losses." "If the undertaking fails in Halle, we must starve, then," said a trembling voice. Eckhof said nothing; he crossed the room to his writing-table, and took out a well-filled purse.
The celebrated Eckhof, the father of the German stage, who at first travelled about with a company of actors and finally settled at Gotha, was the first who followed this innovation. He was succeeded by Schroeder in Hamburg, who was equally industrious as a poet, an actor, and a Freemason.
"And now I am at last alone," said Eckhof; "now I must study my new role; now stand by me, ye gods, and inspire me with your strength; give me the right tone, the right emphasis to personate this rare and wonderful Hippolytus, with which I hope to win the stern professors of Halle!"
"I am more than willing to choose another path in life. I would, indeed, prefer being an artist to being a philosopher." "An artist!" cried Fredersdorf, contemptuously; "have you discovered in yourself an artist's vein?" "Yes; or rather, Eckhof has awakened my sleeping talent." "Eckhof who is Eckhof?" "How? you ask who is Eckhof?
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