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good-by to the servants. In an overflow of
emotion, he kissed and embraced them all, from the
housekeeper to scrub-women. The maids wept and
bemoaned his fäte: Alackaday, that so kind and
merry a gentleman must die! that they would never
see him again!
He ordered his chaise brought from the coach-house
and his horse from the stable. His voice
nearly failed him when he gave that order. So the
chaise was not to be let mould in peace at Ekeby;
so old Kaisa must be dragged from her accustomed
manger! He did not wish to speak harshly of his
mother, but she should have thought of Kaisa and
the chaise, even though she failed to think of him.
How would they stånd the long journey!
Hardest of all was the parting with the cavaliers.
Little rotund Squire Julius, built to roll rather
than to walk, felt tragic to his finger-tips. He
likened himself to the great Athenian, who amid the
circle of weeping students calmly drained the
poison-cup; to old King Gösta, who prophesied that there
would come a day when the Swedish people would
long to snatch him back from the mould.
He thought of the swan that dies singing, and
sang for them his favorite ballad. Thus he wished
to be remembered: a regal spirit that stoopeth not
to lament, but departeth hence, borne on wings of
melody.
When the last beaker had been emptied, the last
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