From memory's shrine; the reminiscences of Carmen Sylva (H.MQueen Elisabeth of Roumania) . tus hear the soft melodious sounds. Years after, onmy first arrival in Eoumania, when the train drewup in the station at Bucarest, the first person to stepforward from the crowd waiting on the platform togreet me, was Demetrius Stourdza, my old acquaint-ance in his student days at Bonn, afterwards to bemore than once Prime Minister. I certainly, at thetime I am speaking of, little foresaw this secondmeeting, but what did strike me then was thestrength and depth of this strangers attachment tohis country,
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From memory's shrine; the reminiscences of Carmen Sylva (H.MQueen Elisabeth of Roumania) . tus hear the soft melodious sounds. Years after, onmy first arrival in Eoumania, when the train drewup in the station at Bucarest, the first person to stepforward from the crowd waiting on the platform togreet me, was Demetrius Stourdza, my old acquaint-ance in his student days at Bonn, afterwards to bemore than once Prime Minister. I certainly, at thetime I am speaking of, little foresaw this secondmeeting, but what did strike me then was thestrength and depth of this strangers attachment tohis country, perhaps all the stronger and deeperfor being coupled with such hopelessness. All thesethings made a profound impression on my childishmind, and gave me much to reflect upon. For eventhen I was already dreaming, —^wild heedless crea-ture as I was generally supposed to be, and as I hadcome to consider myself. So strong a hold had thisbelief taken of me, that nothing could well equal mysurprise, when some forty years later, meeting oneof the companions of these early days, and asking 64. ERNST MORITZ ARNDT her to tell me how I had appeared to her then, shereplied without hesitation, —Most terribly seri-ous! For the moment I was perfectly amazed;but, looking back once more on the past, and takinginto account the lively recollection I have retained, not merely of scenes and events, but also of personswhom I met, and above all of the conversations thatwent on around me from my eighth to my tenth year, the conviction is forced upon me, that I must havebrought to bear on them very close attention, and anamount of discernment hardly compatible with thecharacter of careless high spirits with which I wasusually credited. To return to Arndt: it was only natural that, whatever might arrest our attention elsewhere, hispersonality remained the dominating one and wasinvested for us with a sort of halo. Had he not him-self taken part in the deeds he told us of, and knownand immortalised the her