Passage Illustrated: The Toyshop Owner Philosophizes about War

“We were drinking Frank's health, Master Hans,” said Dalton, “before he leaves us. Come over and pledge him too, and wish him all success, and that he may live to be a good and valued soldier of the Emperor.”

Hans had by this time taken off his cloak, which, by mounting on a chair, he contrived to hang up, and now approached the table with great solemnity, a pair of immense boots of Russian leather, that reached to his hips, giving him a peculiarly cumbrous and heavy gait; but these, as well as a long vest of rabbit skins that buttoned close to the neck, made his invariable costume in the winter.

“I drink,” said the dwarf, as, filling a bumper, he turned to each of the company severally “I drink to the venerable father and the fair maidens, and the promising youth of this good family, and I wish them every blessing good Christians ought to ask for; but as for killing and slaying, for burning villages and laying waste cities, I've no sympathy with these.”

“But you are speaking of barbarous times, Master Hans,” said Kate, whose cheek mantled into scarlet as she spoke, “when to be strong was to be cruel, and when ill-disciplined hordes tyrannized over good citizens.”

“I am talking of soldiers, such as the world has ever seen them,” cried Hans, passionately; but of whose military experiences, it is but fair to say, his own little toyshop supplied all the source. “What are they?” cried he, “but toys that never last, whether he who plays with them be child or kaiser! always getting smashed, heads knocked off here, arms and legs astray there; ay, and strangest of all, thought most of when most disabled! and then at last packed up in a box or a barrack, it matters not which, to be forgotten and seen no more! Hadst thou thought of something useful, boy some good craft, a Jager with a corkscrew inside of him, a tailor that turns into a pair of snuffers, a Dutch lady that makes a pin-cushion, these are toys people don't weary of but a soldier! to stand ever thus” and Hans shouldered the fire-shovel, and stood “at the present.” “To wheel about so walk ten steps here ten back there never so much as a glance at the pretty girl who is passing close beside you.” Here he gave a look of such indescribable tenderness towards Kate, that the whole party burst into a fit of laughter. “They would have drawn me for the conscription,” said Hans, proudly, “but I was the only son of a widow, and they could not.”

“And are you never grieved to think what glorious opportunities of distinction have been thus lost to you?” said Kate, who, notwithstanding Ellen's imploring looks, could not resist the temptation of amusing herself with the dwarf's vanity.

“I have never suffered that thought to weigh upon me,” cried Hans, with the most unsuspecting simplicity. [Chapter II, "An Humble Interior, 14]

Commentary

The first chapter, "Baden out of Season," establishes the German spa town in the 1820s as the initial setting. Once expatriate Irishman Peter Dalton has left his aristocratic companions, Albert Jekyl and Colonel Haggerstone, at the Hotel de Russie in the New Town, he walks up to the toy shop in the Old Town, near the castle. Here he encounters his son Frank chopping wood for the Dalton family's fireplace. The four plus their old servant, Andy, lodge near the shop of the toymaker, the dwarf Hans Roeckle, who is coming for Frank's farewell dinner. Hans does not entirely approve of young Frank's taking up a military career in the service of his great-uncle, Count Stephen, at the Court in Vienna. Thus, the figures depicted at the dinner table are the dwarf himself, Hans (left), the Dalton girls, Ellen (the older) and Kate, Frank (right), and the bearded Peter Dalton, centre. The old man, Andy, a species of servant in this poor family, is in his usual place, in a corner of the kitchen, sitting in a straw chair, peeling turnips. As Hans "enveighs" against the predation of soldiers upon hapless villagers, he shoulders the family's fire-shovel, as if it were a musket, to mock military drill exercises.

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