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Natalie Stackelberg. The Life of Carmen Sylva (Queen of Roumania)
The Life of Carmen Sylva (Queen of Roumania)
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTION
I. The Counts and Princes of Wied
II. The Parents of Princess Elizabeth
III. Childhood
IV. Youth
V. Travels
VI. Betrothal and Marriage
VII. Arrival in Roumania
VIII. Maternal Joy and Sorrow
IX. Quiet Life
X. The War and its Results
XI. Work for the Country
XII. Carmen Sylva
XIII. Conclusion
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Natalie Stackelberg
Published by Good Press, 2021
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On the 29th of January Princess Elizabeth writes to her brother at Basle:—“My studies are now making great progress, and I have as many tasks as I can get through. Forty pages of Schlosser in a week, forty of Macaulay, twice arithmetic, and twice geometry. More history and literature instead of Latin and Italian, natural philosophy and Church history, and, last not least, religion with mamma. For all these things I have only two hours daily for preparation, of which one is taken up with the tasks set me by mamma. I do not learn from the Catechism usually employed. Mamma has made a Catechism of her own for me, and in the following manner:—During the lesson she has a note-book in her hand with more than a hundred questions in it. She puts these questions to me, and we talk them over together; then she writes one of the questions into my book, and I write an answer which takes up four to six pages before the next lesson. I am sure you can understand what I feel in having entered into the year in which I have to bind myself with a promise before the altar to become a responsible member of human society. I think of it with real apprehension, for I am not yet ripe for it. Pray think of me sometimes.”
“Monrepos, May 26th, 1860.—Those were wonderful days when Professor Gelzer was here. I cannot tell you how interesting they were. At last I shall become jealous of you, who have him always about you! What conversations those were after tea, more interesting than all those of the rest of the year put together! I was always wishing that my head were a wax tablet, that all he had said might remain engraven upon it.”
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