The Burgomasters Wife

Burgomaster's Wife, Complete,
by Georg Ebers

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Title: The Burgomaster's Wife, Complete
Author: Georg Ebers
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THE BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, Complete
By Georg Ebers

Volume 1.

Translated from the German by Mary J. Safford

BARONESS SOPHIE VON BRANDENSTEIN, nee EBERS.
My reason for dedicating a book, and particularly this book, to you, the
only sister of my dead father, needs no word of explanation between us.
From early childhood you have been a dear and faithful friend to me,
and certainly have not forgotten how industriously I labored, while
your guest seventeen years ago, in arranging the material which
constitutes the foundation of the "Burgomaster's Wife." You then took
a friendly interest in many a note of facts, that had seemed to me
extraordinary, admirable, or amusing, and when the claims of an
arduous profession prevented me from pursuing my favorite occupation
of studying the history of Holland, my mother's home, in the old way,
never wearied of reminding me of the fallow material, that had
previously awakened your sympathy.
At last I have been permitted to give the matter so long laid aside its
just dues. A beautiful portion of Holland's glorious history affords the
espalier, around which the tendrils of my narrative entwine. You have
watched them grow, and therefore will view them kindly and
indulgently.
In love and friendship,
Ever the same,
GEORG EBERS
Leipsic, Oct. 30th, 1881.

THE BURGOMASTER'S WIFE.

CHAPTER I.
In the year 1574 A. D. spring made its joyous entry into the
Netherlands at an unusually early date.
The sky was blue, gnats sported in the sunshine, white butterflies
alighted on the newly-opened yellow flowers, and beside one of the
numerous ditches intersecting the wide plain stood a stork, snapping at
a fine frog; the poor fellow soon writhed in its enemy's red beak. One
gulp--the merry jumper vanished, and its murderer, flapping its wings,
soared high into the air. On flew the bird over gardens filled with
blossoming fruit-trees, trimly laid-out flower-beds, and gaily-painted
arbors, across the frowning circlet of walls and towers that girdled the
city, over narrow houses with high, pointed gables, and neat streets
bordered with elm, poplar, linden and willow-trees, decked with the
first green leaves of spring. At last it alighted on a lofty gable-roof, on
whose ridge was its firmly-fastened nest. After generously giving up its
prey to the little wife brooding over the eggs, it stood on one leg and
gazed thoughtfully down upon the city, whose shining red tiles
gleamed spick and span from the green velvet carpet of the meadows.
The bird had known beautiful Leyden, the gem of Holland, for many a
year, and was familiar with all the branches of the Rhine that divided
the stately city into numerous islands, and over which arched as many
stone bridges as there are days in five months of the year; but surely
many changes had occurred here since the stork's last departure for the
south.
Where were the citizens' gay summer-houses and orchards, where the
wooden frames on which the weavers used to stretch their dark and
colored cloths?
Whatever plant or work of human hands had risen, outside the city
walls and towers to the height of a man's breast, thus interrupting the
uniformity of the plain, had vanished from the earth, and beyond, on
the bird's best hunting-grounds, brownish spots sown with black circles
appeared among the green of the meadows.

Late in October of the preceding year, just after the storks left the
country, a Spanish army had encamped here, and a few hours before
the return of the winged wanderers in the first opening days of spring,
the besiegers retired without having accomplished their purpose.
Barren spots amid the luxuriant growth of vegetation marked the places
where they had pitched their tents, the black cinders of the burnt coals
their camp-fires.
The sorely-threatened inhabitants of the rescued city, with thankful
hearts, uttered sighs of relief. The industrious, volatile populace had
speedily forgotten the sufferings endured, for early spring is so
beautiful, and never does a rescued life seem so delicious as when we
are surrounded by the joys of spring.
A new and happier time appeared to have dawned, not only for Nature
but for human beings. The troops quartered in the besieged city, which
had the