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Not a single instance, he assures us with apparent satisfaction, can be produced of a witch who escaped the axe or the fire in this fashion. "I have myself," says he, "in my youth seen divers witches burned, some at Arnstadt, some at Ilmenau, some at Schwenda, a noble village between Arnstadt and Ilmenau, and some of them were pardoned and beheaded before being burned.
For, before proceeding to business, the Emperor read to me Goethe's poem, Ilmenau, of which he thought I might like to be reminded before we sat down to our task.
Cuckoo!" said the eldest of the two figures, repeating an old German popular rhyme, `Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Tell me true, Tell me fair and fine, How long must I unmarried pine!" It was the voice of an evil spirit, that spoke in the person of Madeleine; and the pale and shrinking figure, that walked by her side, and listened to those words, was Emma of Ilmenau.
"Unless mine eyes deceive me," said the Baron, "there is the Frau von Ilmenau, with her pale daughter Emma, and that eternal Polish Count. He is always hovering about them, playing the unhappy exile, merely to excite that poor girl's sympathies; and as wretched as genius and wantonness can make him." "Why, he is already married, you know," replied Flemming. "And his wife is young and beautiful."
And therefore Emma of Ilmenau went to her chamber that night with tears in her eyes. She was followed by her French chamber-maid, Madeleine, a native of Strassburg, who had grown old in the family.
At home and abroad, in Italy and Sicily, at Ilmenau and Carlsbad, as in his study at Weimar, with eye or pen or speech, he was always at work. A man of rigid habits; no lolling or lounging. "He showed me," says Eckermann, "an elegant easy-chair which he had bought to-day at auction. 'But, said he, 'I shall never or rarely use it; all indolent habits are against my nature.
That night Emma of Ilmenau went to her chamber with a heavy heart, and her dusky eyes were troubled with tears. She was one of those gentle beings, who seem created only to love and to be loved. A shade of melancholy softened her character. She shunned the glare of daylight and of society, and wished to be alone.
Old histories tell us, that the great Emperor Charlemagne stamped his edicts with the hilt of his sword. The greater Emperor, Death, stamps his with the blade; and they are signed and executed with the same stroke. Flemming received that night a letter from Heidelberg, which told him, that Emma of Ilmenau was dead. The fate of this poor girl affected him deeply; and he said in his heart;
With these words, Maryan went to the anteroom and put on his overcoat; meanwhile, the baron said: "That cannot have come from Meissen, nor be of the year 1709. That is much more recent. It comes from the Ilmenau factory " "How so? Say rather that it comes from Prankenthal?" The baron, looking around from behind his cane, remarked: "It is too smooth and shining for such an old date."
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