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Baron Bruno; Or, The Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories

Baron Bruno; Or, The Unbelieving Philosopher, and Other Fairy Stories

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ESGAIR

ESGAIR.
Frontispiece.


BARON BRUNO;

OR,

THE UNBELIEVING PHILOSOPHER,

And other Fairy Stories.



BY

LOUISA MORGAN.

Publisher's logo


WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY R. CALDECOTT.


London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1875.


CONTENTS.

  PAGE
BARON BRUNO AND THE STARS; OR, THE UNBELIEVING PHILOSOPHER 3
ESGAIR: THE BRIDE OF LLYN IDWYL 49
EOTHWALD: THE YOUNG SCULPTOR 91
FIDO AND FIDUNIA 115
EUDÆMON; OR, THE ENCHANTER OF THE NORTH 199



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

  PAGE
ESGAIR Frontispiece.
VIGNETTE Title.
"THE DREAMER STARTED FROM HIS CHAIR" 8
BARON BRUNO AND ALCYONE 22
EOTHWALD AND DUVA IN THE CAVE 102
FIDO AND FIDUNIA 123
FIDO AND FIDUNIA 170
EUDÆMON 199

 

BARON BRUNO AND THE STARS;

OR,

The Unbelieving Philosopher.


Baron Bruno was the Prime Minister of the Hereditary Grand Duke of Rumpel Stiltzein. Besides being Prime Minister, he was the cleverest man in the kingdom. This is saying a good deal, for were there not (besides all the men of science, the physicians, the literati, and the great philosophers of the day) the General-in-Chief of the Grand-Ducal army, Prince Edlerkopf; the great High Almoner, Herr von Pfenig; and also the accomplished Graf von Wild Kranz, the most able lawyer and the politest man about court? So humble and gentle, indeed, were his manners, that strangers sometimes took it upon themselves to dispute the opinion of their modest neighbour. But such hardy persons seldom repeated the experiment after Wild Kranz had completely overturned their arguments in his quiet, hesitating tone, with a shrewd glance of enjoyment twinkling in his small wary eye; and woe to the man who a second time opposed his will or challenged his decision.

Very different was Baron Bruno. Impetuous, fiery, and caustic, gifted with inexhaustible memory, and brimming over with barbed sarcasm, he was often misunderstood and disliked in the outer world, but invariably beloved by those who knew him intimately.

Pfenig and Edlerkopf were devoted friends, as well as ministers at court. They had been educated together, and while Edlerkopf lent to the counsels of state the aid of wise and deliberate judgment and the weight of his nobly impartial character, Pfenig was the most wonderful manager of the public purse, and could not only calculate the incoming revenue within a hairsbreadth, but could also regulate government expenditure so exactly as to keep all departments amply supplied, and yet preserve a due regard to economy.

You may well imagine that with four ministers such as these the Grand Duke had little difficulty in maintaining peace and contentment in his beautiful kingdom of Rumpel Stiltzein; and that from every side artisans, labourers, and mechanics flocked to the small domain, within whose narrow boundaries prosperity sat enthroned. To add to his happiness, the Grand Duchess became the proud mother of twin children, the spirited handsome Prince Bertrand and the lovely gentle Princess Berta. They were now in their tenth year, and seemed only born to give pleasure and hope to their parents and to the whole principality.

Edlerkopf, Wild Kranz and Pfenig were all married, but Bruno had a solitary home; and no one without ocular demonstration would have believed in what a shabby den this great statesman passed much of his time. In his town-house he had magnificent saloons, where all that was fair and choice delighted his guests; but near the roof of this dwelling, and far above the haunts of men, there, like the eagle, Bruno had his eyrie, where, with ill-concealed impatience, he would hardly even permit the cleaning incursions of his maids, and few and far between were the footsteps that trod those time-worn boards. Here the Baron sat surrounded by dusty piles of books, now poring intently over the records of the past, now eagerly scanning the papers of the day, now striding up and down the narrow chamber, composing his speech for the Reichstag, or dashing off answers to his numerous correspondents. There also at the threshold would pause the faithful messengers who bore from minister to minister the secret boxes of state papers, and waited to obtain from each his signature before proceeding on their rounds.

A few steps and a small door led from the sanctuary which I have

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