In diesem Jahre wandelte auch her Deuvel offentlich auf denStrassen von Berlin.——
In that yeare, the Deville was alsoe seene walking publiclie on the streetes of Berline.——
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER XXVII.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
CHAPTER XXIX.
My life, from my fourth to my sixteenth year, was spent at a lonelyfarm-house, on the banks of the river Saale, near the CistertianMonastery of Kreuzberg. The house, though not large, had once been theresidence of a baronial family, that was now extinct, and of whoserepresentatives strange stories were narrated. Of course, therefore,their castle was gloomy; of course, also, said to be haunted, and itsimmediate environs were in keeping with the character of the principalmansion.
There was, for example, a garden in the old style, with steps andterrace walks, now ruined and neglected; thick hedges of yew andcypress, with trees cut into fantastic shapes, which the present ownerhad not found leisure, or perhaps had not permission, to destroy. Thesurrounding country, however, at some distance, was very beautiful,presenting a fine diversity of hill and dale, rock, wood, and water. Thesituation of the Cistertian Convent, too, is particularly admired; butin the recollections which I am thus commencing, rapid, simple narrativemust be my leading object; I have no time for diffuse and verbosedescription.
Being an only child, I was left much alone, and it is therefore not tobe wondered at, that