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CHAPTER III.

PEDAGOGY.

HITHERTO We see young Gneschen, in his indivisible case of yellow serge, borne forward mostly on the arms of kind Nature alone; seated, indeed, and much to his mind, in the terrestrial workshop; but (except his soft hazel eyes, which we doubt not already gleamed with a still intelligence) called upon for little voluntary movement there. Hitherto accordingly his aspect is rather generic, that of an incipient Philosopher and Poet in the abstract: perhaps it would puzzle Herr Heuschrecke himself to say wherein the special Doctrine of Clothes is as yet foreshadowed or betokened. For with Gneschen, as with others, the Man may indeed stand pictured in the Boy (at least all the pigments are there); yet only some half of the Man stands in the Child, or young Boy, namely, his Passive endowment, not his Active. The more impatient are we to discover what figure he cuts in this latter capacity; how when, to use his own words, 'he understands the tools a little, and can handle this or that,' he will proceed to handle it.

Here, however, may be the place to state that, in much of our Philosopher's history, there is something of an almost Hindoo character nay, perhaps in that so well fostered and every-way excellent Passivity' of his, which, with no free development of the antagonist Activity, distinguished his childhood, we may detect the rudiments of much that, in after-days, and still in these present days, astonishes the world. For the shallow-sighted Teufelsdröckh is oftenest a man without Activity of any kind, a No-man; for the deep-sighted, again, a man with Activity almost superabundant, yet so spiritual, close-hidden, enigmatic, that no mortal can foresee its explosions, or even when it has exploded, so much as ascertain its significance. A dangerous, difficult temper for the

modern European; above all, disadvantageous in the hero of a Biography! Now as heretofore it will behove the Editor of these pages, were it never so unsuccessfully, to do his endeavour.

Among the earliest tools of any complicacy which a man, especially a man of letters, gets to handle, are his Class-books. On this portion of his History, Teufelsdröckh looks down professedly as indifferent. Reading he cannot remember ever to have learned;' so perhaps had it by nature. He says generally: 'Of the insignificant portion of my Education, which depended on 'Schools, there need almost no notice be taken. I learned what 'others learnt; and kept it stored by in a corner of my head, 'seeing as yet no manner of use in it. My Schoolmaster, a down'bent, brokenhearted, underfoot martyr, as others of that guild are, did little for me, except discover that he could do little he, good soul, pronounced me a genius, fit for the learned profes'sions; and that I must be sent to the Gymnasium, and one day 'to the University. Meanwhile, what printed thing soever I could 'meet with I read. My very copper pocket-money I laid out on 'stall literature; which, as it accumulated, I with my own hands 'sewed into volumes. By this means was the young head fur'nished with a considerable miscellany of things and shadows of 'things: History in authentic fragments lay mingled with Fabu'lous chimeras, wherein also was reality; and the whole not as 'dead stuff, but as living pabulum, tolerably nutritive for a mind 'not yet so peptic."

That the Entepfuhl Schoolmaster judged well, we now know. Indeed, already in the youthful Gneschen, with all his outward stillness, there may have been manifest an inward vivacity that promised much; symptoms of a spirit singularly open, thoughtful almost poetical. Thus, to say nothing of his Suppers on the Orchard-wall, and other phenomena of that earlier period, have many readers of these pages stumbled, in their twelfth year, on such reflections as the following? 'It struck me much, as I sat by the Kuhbach, one silent noontide, and watched it flowing, "gurgling, to think how this same streamlet had flowed and gurgled, through all changes of weather and of fortune, from beyond 'the earliest date of History. Yes, probably on the morning 'when Joshua forded Jordan; even as at the mid-day when Cæsar

'doubtless with difficulty, swam the Nile, yet kept his Commenta'ries dry, this little Kuhbach, assiduous as Tiber, Eurotas or 'Siloa, was murmuring on across the wilderness, as yet unnamed, 'unseen; here, too, as in the Euphrates and the Ganges, is a vein 'or veinlet of the grand World-circulation of Waters, which, with 'its atmospheric arteries, has lasted and lasts simply with the 'World. Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest Art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.' In which little thought, as in a little fountain, may there not lie the beginning of those well-nigh unutterable meditations on the grandeur and mystery of TIME, and its relation to ETERNITY, which play such a part in this Philosophy of Clothes?

Over his Gymnastic and Academic years the Professor by no means lingers so lyrical and joyful as over his childhood. Green sunny tracts there are still; but intersected by bitter rivulets of tears, here and there stagnating into sour marshes of discontent. With my first view of the Hinterschlag Gymnasium,' writes he, 'my evil days began. Well do I still remember the red sunny 'Whitsuntide morning, when trotting full of hope, by the side of 'Father Andreas, I entered the main street of the place, and saw 'its steeple clock (then striking Eight) and Schuldthurm (Jail), ' and the aproned or disaproned Burghers moving in to break'fast a little dog, in mad terror, was rushing past; for some 'human imps had tied a tin kettle to its tail; thus did the 'agonised creature, loud jingling, career through the whole length of the Borough, and become notable enough. Fit emblem of 'many a Conquering Hero, to whom Fate (wedding Fantasy to Sense, as it often elsewhere does) has malignantly appended a tin kettle of Ambition, to chase him on; which, the faster he runs, urges him the faster, the more loudly and more foolishly Fit emblem also of much that awaited myself, in that mischievous Den; as in the world, whereof it was a portion and ' epitome!

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Alas, the kind beech-rows of Entepfuhl were hidden in the 'distance: I was among strangers, harshly, at best indifferently, disposed towards me; the young heart felt, for the first time, 'quite orphaned and alone.' His schoolfellows, as is usual, persecuted him: They were Boys,' he says, mostly rude Boys, and

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'obeyed the impulse of rude Nature, which bids the deerherd 'fall upon any stricken hart, the duck-flock put to death any broken-winged brother or sister, and on all hands the strong 'tyrannise over the weak.' He admits that though perhaps in 'an unusual degree morally courageous,' he succeeded ill in battle, and would fain have avoided it; a result, as it would appear, owing less to his small personal stature (for in passionate seasons, he was incredibly nimble'), than to his 'virtuous principles:''if 'it was disgraceful to be beaten,' says he, it was only a shade less 'disgraceful to have so much as fought; thus was I drawn two 'ways at once, and in this important element of school-history, 'the war element, had little but sorrow.' On the whole, that same excellent Passivity,' so notable in Teufelsdröck's childhood, is here visibly enough again getting nourishment. 6 He wept 'often; indeed to such a degree that he was nicknamed Der 'Weinende (the Tearful), which epithet, till towards his thirteenth 'year, was indeed not quite unmerited. Only at rare intervals 'did the young soul burst forth into fire-eyed rage, and, with a 'Stormfulness (Ungestüm) under which the boldest quailed, 'assert that he too had Rights of Man, or at least of Mankin.' In all which, who does not discern a fine flower-tree and cinnamon-tree (of genius) nigh choked among pumpkins, reedgrass, and ignoble shrubs; and forced, if it would live, to struggle upwards only, and not outwards; into a height quite sickly, and disproportioned to its breadth?

We find, moreover, that his Greek and Latin were mechanically' taught; Hebrew scarce even mechanically; much else which they call History, Cosmography, Philosophy, and so forth, better than not at all. So that, except inasmuch as Nature was still busy; and he himself 'went about, as was of old his wont, among the Craftsmen's workshops, there learning many things;' and farther lighted on some small store of curious reading, in Hans Wachtel the Cooper's house, where he lodged,—his time, it would appear, was utterly wasted. Which facts the Professor had not yet learned to look upon with any contentment. Indeed, throughout the whole of this Bag Scorpio, where we now are, and often in the following Bag, he shews himself unusually animated

on the matter of Education, and not without some touch of what we might presume to be anger.

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My teachers,' says he, were hide-bound Pedants, without 'knowledge of man's nature or of boy's; or of aught save their 'lexicons and quarterly account-books. Innumerable dead Vocables (no dead Language, for they themselves knew no Lan'guage) they crammed into us, and called it fostering the growth of mind. How can an inanimate, mechanical Gerund-grinder, the like of whom will, in a subsequent century, be manufactured at Nürnberg out of wood and leather, foster the growth 'of anything; much more of Mind, which grows, not like a vege'table (by having its roots littered with etymological compost), 'but like a Spirit, by mysterious contact of Spirit; Thought 'kindling itself at the fire of living Thought? How shall he 'give kindling, in whose own inward man there is no live coal, but all is burnt out to a dead grammatical cinder? The Hin'terschlag Professors knew Syntax enough; and of the human soul thus much that it had a faculty called Memory, and could be acted on through the muscular integument by appliance of birch rods.

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Alas, so is it everywhere, so will it ever be; till the Hodman 'is discharged, or reduced to Hodbearing; and an Architect is 'hired, and on all hands fitly encouraged till communities and individuals discover, not without surprise, that fashioning the souls of a generation by Knowledge can rank on a level with blowing their bodies to pieces by Gunpowder; that with Generals and Field-marshals for killing, there should be world-honoured Dignitaries, and were it possible, true God-ordained Priests, for teaching. But as yet, though the soldier wears openly, and even parades, his butchering-tool, nowhere, far as I 'have travelled, did the Schoolmaster make show of his instruct'ing-tool: nay were he to walk abroad with birch girt on thigh, as if he therefrom expected honour, would there not, among the 'idler class, perhaps a certain levity be excited?'

In the third year of this Gymnasic period, Father Andreas seems to have died: the young Scholar, otherwise so maltreated, saw himself for the first time clad outwardly in sables, and inwardly in quite inexpressible melancholy. The dark bottomless

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