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the poet should show and point out; especially in these times
should he sing of it, for that does good, and pacifies and unites
men. But wherea bit of mortality, because it has a genealogical
tree and a coat of arms, rears up like an Arabian horse, and
prances in the street, and says in the room, ‘ People out of the
street have been here,’ when a commoner has been: that is nobi-
lity in decay, and become a mere mask—a mask of the kind that
Thespis created; and people are glad when such an one is turned
into satire.” : .

This was the speech of the clergyman’s son. It was certainly
rather long, but then the flute was being finished while he
made it.

At the castle there was a great company. Many guests came
from the neighbourhood and from the capital. Many ladies,
some tastefully and others tastelessly dressed, were there, and
the great hall was quite full of people. The clergymen from the
neighbourhood stood respectfully congregated in a corner, which
made it look almost as if there were to be a burial there. But it
was not so, for this was a party of pleasure, only that the pleasure
had not yet begun.

A great concert was to be performed, and consequently the
little baron had brought in his willow flute; but he could not get
a note out of it, nor could his papa, and therefore the flute was
worthnothing. There was instrumental music and song, both of
the kind that delight the performers the most—quite charming !

“You are a performer?” said a cavalier—his father’s son and
nothing else—to the tutor. ‘“ You play the flute and make it too
—that’s genius. That should command, and should have the
place of honour!”

“No, indeed,” replied the young man, “I only advance with
the times, as every one is obliged to do.”

i Oh, you will enchant us with the little instrument, will you
not ?”

And with these words he handed to the clergyman’s son the
flute cut from the willow tree by the pool, and announced aloud
that the tutor was about to perform a:solo on that instrument.

Now, they only wanted to make fun of him, that was easily
seen; and therefore the tutor would not play, though indeed he
could do so very well; but they crowded round him and impor-
tuned him so strongly, that at last he took the flute and put it to
his lips. :

That was a wonderful flute! A sound as sustained as that
which is emitted by the whistle of a steam engine, and much
stronger, echoed far over courtyard, garden, and wood, miles
away into the country; and simultaneously with the tone camea
rushing wind that roared, “ Everything in its right place!” And
papa flew as if carried by the wind straight out of the hall and
into the shepherd’s cot; and the shepherd flew, not into the

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