it is * than a hundred years ago! at the border of the
wood, near a large lake, stood the old mansion1: deep ditches
surrounded it on *ry side, in which reeds and bulrushes
grew. close by the drawbridge, near the gate, there was an old
willow2 tree, which bent3 over the reeds.
from the narrow pass came the sound of bugles4 and the
trampling of horses' feet; therefore a little girl who was
watching the geese hastened to drive them away from the
bridge, before the whole hunting party came galloping5 up; they
came, how*r, so quickly, that the girl, in order to avoid
being run over, placed herself on one of the high
corner-stones of the bridge. she was still half a child and
very delicately built; she had bright blue eyes, and a gentle,
sweet expression. but such things the baron6 did not notice;
while he was riding past the little goose-girl, he r*rsed
his hunting crop, and in rough play gave her such a push with
it that she fell backward into the ditch.
"*rything in the right place!" he cried. "into the ditch
with you."
then he burst out laughing, for that he called fun; the
others joined in- the whole party shouted and cried, while the
hounds barked.
while the poor girl was falling she happily caught one of
the branches of the willow tree, by the * of which she held
herself over the water, and as soon as the baron with his
company and the dogs had disappeared through the gate, the
girl endeavoured to scramble7 up, but the branch broke off, and
she would have fallen backward among the rushes, had not a
strong hand from above seized her at this moment. it was the
hand of a pedlar; he had witnessed what had happened from a
short distance, and now hastened to assist her.
"*rything in the right place," he said, imitating the
noble baron, and pulling the little maid up to the dry ground.
he wished to put the branch back in the place it had been
broken off, but it is not possible to put *rything in the
right place;" therefore he stuck the branch into the soft
ground.
"grow and thrive if you can, and produce a good flute8 for
them yonder at the mansion," he said; it would have given him
great pleasure to see the noble baron and his companions well
thrashed. then he entered the castle- but not the banqueting
hall; he was too humble10 for that. no; he went to the servants'
hall. the men-servants and maids looked over his stock of
articles and bargained with him; loud crying and screaming
were heard from the *'s table above: they called it
singing- indeed, they did their best. laughter and the howls
of dogs were heard through the open windows: there they were
feasting and r*lling11; wine and strong old ale were foaming
in the glasses and jugs12; the favourite dogs ate with their
*s; now and then the squires13 kissed one of these animals,
after having wiped its mouth first with the tablecloth14. they
ordered the pedlar to come up, but only to make fun of him.
the wine had got into their heads, and reason had left them.
they poured beer into a stocking that he could drink with
them, but quick. that's what they called fun, and it made them
laugh. then meadows, peasants, and farmyards were staked on
one card and lost.
"*rything in the right place!" the pedlar said when he
had at last safely got out of sodom and gomorrah, as he called
it. "the open high road is my right place; up there i did not
feel at ease."
the little maid, who was still watching the geese, nodded
kindly to him as he passed through the gate.
days and weeks passed, and it was seen that the broken
willow-branch which the peddlar had stuck into the ground near
the ditch remained fresh and green- nay15, it *n put forth9
fresh twigs16; the little goose-girl saw that the branch had
taken root, and was very pleased; the tree, so she said, was
now her tree. while the tree was advancing, *rything else at
the castle was going backward, through feasting and gambling,
for these are two rollers upon which nobody stands safely.
less than six years afterwards the baron passed out of his
castle-gate a poor beggar, while the baronial seat had been
bought by a rich tradesman. he was the very pedlar they had
made fun of and poured beer into a stocking for him to drink;
but honesty and industry bring one forward, and now the pedlar
was the possessor of the baronial estate. from that time
forward no card-playing was permitted there.
"that's a bad pastime," he said; "when the devil saw the
*ble for the first time he wanted to produce a caricature in
opposition to it, and invented card-playing."
the new proprietor18 of the estate took a wife, and whom did
he take?- the little goose-girl, who had always remained good
and kind, and who looked as beautiful in her new clothes as if
she had been a lady of high *rth. and how did all this come
about? that would be too long a tale to tell in our busy time,
but it really happened, and the most important *nts have yet
to be told.
it was pleasant and cheerful to live in the old place now:
the mother superintended the household, and the father looked
after things out-of-doors, and they were indeed very
prosperous.
where honesty leads the way, prosperity is sure to follow.
the old mansion was repaired and painted, the ditches were
cleaned and fruit-trees planted; all was homely19 and pleasant,
and the floors were as white and shining as a pasteboard. in
the long winter *nings the mistress and her maids sat at the
spinning-wheel in the large hall; *ry sunday the counsellor-
this title the pedlar had obtained, although only in his old
days- read aloud a portion from the *ble. the children (for
they had children) all received the best education, but they
were not all equally cl*r, as is the case in all families.
in the meantime the willow tree near the drawbridge had
grown up into a splendid tree, and stood there, free, and was
n*r clipped. "it is our genealogical tree," said the old
people to their children, "and therefore it must be honoured."
a hundred years had elapsed. it was in our own days; the
lake had been tran*ormed into marsh20 land; the whole baronial
seat had, as it were, disappeared. a pool of water near some
ruined walls was the only remainder of the deep ditches; and
here stood a magnificent old tree with overhanging branches-
that was the genealogical tree. here it stood, and showed how
beautiful a willow can look if one does not interfere21 with it.
the trunk, it is true, was cleft22 in the middle from the root
to the crown; the storms had bent it a little, but it still
stood there, and out of *ry crevice23 and cleft, in which wind
and weather had carried mould, blades of grass and flowers
sprang forth. especially above, where the large boughs24 parted,
there was quite a hanging garden, in which wild raspberries
and hart's-tongue ferns throve, and *n a little mistletoe
had taken root, and grew gracefully25 in the old willow
branches, which were reflected in the dark water beneath when
the wind blew the chick* into the corner of the pool. a
footpath which led across the fields passed close by the old
tree. high up, on the woody hillside, stood the new mansion.
it had a splendid view, and was large and magnificent; its
window panes26 were so clear that one might have thought there
were none there at all. the large flight of steps which led to
the entrance looked like a bower27 covered with roses and
broad-leaved plants. the lawn was as green as if each blade of
grass was cleaned separately morning and *ning. inside, in
the hall, valuable oil paintings were hanging on the walls.
here stood chairs and sofas covered with silk and velvet,
which could be easily rolled about on castors; there were
tables with polished marble tops, and books bound in morocco
with gilt28 edges. indeed, well-to-do and distinguished29 people
lived here; it was the dwelling30 of the baron and his family.
each article was in keeping with its surroundings. "*rything
in the right place" was the motto according to which they also
acted here, and therefore all the paintings which had once
been the honour and glory of the old mansion were now hung up
in the passage which led to the servants' rooms. it was all
old lumber31, especially two portraits- one representing a man
in a scarlet32 coat with a wig17, and the other a lady with
powdered and curled hair holding a rose in her hand, each of
them being surrounded by a large wreath of willow branches.
both portraits had many holes in them, because the baron's
sons used the two old people as targets for their cros*ows.
they represented the counsellor and his wife, from whom the
whole family descended33. "but they did not properly belong to
our family," said one of the boys; "he was a pedlar and she
kept the geese. they were not like papa and mamma." the
portraits were old lumber, and "*rything in its right
place." that was why the great-grandparents had been hung up
in the passage leading to the servants' rooms.
the son of the village pastor34 was tutor at the mansion.
one day he went for a walk across the fields with his young
pupils and their elder sister, who had lately been confirmed.
they walked along the road which passed by the old willow
tree, and while they were on the road she picked a bunch of
field-flowers. "*rything in the right place," and indeed the
bunch looked very beautiful. at the same time she listened to
all that was said, and she very much liked to hear the
pastor's son speak about the elements and of the great men and
women in history. she had a healthy mind, noble in thought and
deed, and with a heart full of love for *rything that god
had *d. they stopped at the old willow tree, as the
youngest of the baron's sons wished very much to have a flute
from it, such as had been cut for him from other willow trees;
the pastor's son broke a branch off. "oh, pray do not do it!"
said the young lady; but it was already done. "that is our
famous old tree. i love it very much. they often laugh at me
at home about it, but that does not matter. there is a story
attached to this tree." and now she told him all that we
already know about the tree- the old mansion, the pedlar and
the goose-girl who had met there for the first time, and had
become the ancestors of the noble family to which the young
lady belonged.
"they did not like to be knighted, the good old people,"
she said; "their motto was '*rything in the right place,'
and it would not be right, they thought, to purchase a title
for money. my grandfather, the first baron, was their son.
they say he was a very learned man, a great favourite with the
princes and princesses, and was invited to all court
festivities. the others at home love him best; but, i do not
know why, there seemed to me to be something about the old
couple that attracts my heart! how homely, how patriarchal, it
must have been in the old mansion, where the mistress sat at
the spinning-wheel with her maids, while her hu*and read
aloud out of the *ble!"
"they must have been excellent, sensible people," said the
pastor's son. and with this the conversation turned naturally
to noblemen and commoners; from the manner in which the tutor
spoke35 about the significance of being noble, it seemed almost
as if he did not belong to a commoner's family.
"it is good fortune to be of a family who have
distinguished themselves, and to possess as it were a spur in
oneself to advance to all that is good. it is a splendid thing
to belong to a noble family, whose name serves as a card of
admission to the highest circles. no*lity is a distinction;
it is a gold coin that bears the stamp of its own value. it is
the fallacy of the time, and many poets express it, to say
that all that is noble is bad and stupid, and that, on the
contrary, the lower one goes among the poor, the *
brilliant virtues36 one finds. i do not share this opinion, for
it is wrong. in the upper classes one sees many touchingly
beautiful traits; my own mother has told me of such, and i
could mention s*ral. one day she was visiting a nobleman's
house in town; my grandmother, i beli*, had been the lady's
nurse when she was a child. my mother and the nobleman were
alone in the room, when he suddenly noticed an old woman on
crutches come limping into the courtyard; she came *ry
sunday to carry a gift away with her.
"'there is the poor old woman,' said the nobleman; 'it is
so difficult for her to walk.'
"my mother had hardly understood what he said before he
disappeared from the room, and went downstairs, in order to
save her the troublesome walk for the gift she came to fetch.
of course this is only a little incident, but it has its good
sound like the poor widow's two mites37 in the *ble, the sound
which echoes in the depth of *ry human heart; and this is
what the poet ought to show and point out- * especially in
our own time he ought to sing of this; it does good, it
mitigates and reconciles! but when a man, simply because he is
of noble *rth and possesses a genealogy38, stands on his hind
legs and neighs in the street like an ara*an horse, and says
when a commoner has been in a room: 'some people from the
street have been here,' there no*lity is decaying; it has
become a mask of the kind that thespis *d, and it is
amusing when such a person is exposed in satire39."
such was the tutor's speech; it was a little long, but
while he delivered it he had finished cutting the flute.
there was a large party at the mansion; many guests from
the neighbourhood and from the capital had arrived. there were
ladies with tasteful and with tasteless dresses; the *g hall
was quite crowded with people. the clergymen stood humbly
together in a corner, and looked as if they were preparing for
a funeral, but it was a festival- only the amusement had not
yet begun. a great concert was to take place, and that is why
the baron's young son had brought his willow flute with him;
but he could not make it sound, nor could his father, and
therefore the flute was good for nothing.
there was music and songs of the kind which delight most
those that perform them; otherwise quite charming!
"are you an artist?" said a cavalier, the son of his
father; "you play on the flute, you have made it yourself; it
is genius that rules- the place of honour is due to you."
"certainly not! i only advance with the time, and that of
course one can't *."
"i hope you will delight us all with the little
instrument- will you not?" thus saying he handed to the tutor
the flute which had been cut from the willow tree by the pool;
and then announced in a loud voice that the tutor wished to
perform a solo on the flute. they wished to tease him- that
was evident, and therefore the tutor declined to play,
although he could do so very well. they urged and requested
him, how*r, so long, that at last he took up the flute and
placed it to his lips.
that was a marvellous flute! its sound was as thrilling as
the whistle of a steam engine; in fact it was much stronger,
for it sounded and was heard in the yard, in the garden, in
the wood, and many miles round in the country; at the same
time a storm rose and roared; "*rything in the right place."
and with this the baron, as if carried by the wind, flew out
of the hall straight into the shepherd's cottage, and the
shepherd flew- not into the hall, thither40 he could not come-
but into the servants' hall, among the smart footmen who were
striding about in silk stockings; these haughty41 menials looked
horror-struck that such a person ventured to sit at table with
them. but in the hall the baron's daughter flew to the place
of honour at the end of the table- she was worthy42 to sit
there; the pastor's son had the seat next to her; the two sat
there as if they were a bridal pair. an old count, belonging
to one of the oldest families of the country, remained
untouched in his place of honour; the flute was just, and it
is one's duty to be so. the sharp-tongued cavalier who had
caused the flute to be played, and who was the child of his
parents, flew headlong into the fowl-house, but not he alone.
the flute was heard at the distance of a mile, and strange
*nts took place. a rich banker's family, who were driving in
a coach and four, were blown out of it, and could not *n
find room behind it with their footmen. two rich farmers who
had in our days shot up higher than their own corn-fields,
were flung into the ditch; it was a *erous flute.
fortunately it burst at the first sound, and that was a good
thing, for then it was put back into its owner's pocket- "its
right place."
the next day, nobody spoke a word about what had taken
place; thus originated the phrase, "to pocket the flute."
*rything was again in its usual order, except that the two
old pictures of the peddlar and the goose-girl were hanging in
the banqueting-hall. there they were on the wall as if blown
up there; and as a real expert said that they were painted by
a *'s hand, they remained there and were restored.
"*rything in the right place," and to this it will come.
eternity43 is long, much longer indeed than this story.
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