From Malmö, Andersen travelled to his planned stay in Hyby, but just a few days later there were persistent appeals from Lund that his presence was requested in the city before the students went home for Easter; this was “because so many young people wanted the pleasure of making my acquaintance”. Said and done: Andersen’s host gave him a lift to Lund. He was first invited to dinner at the City Hall on Stortorget (which at that time was often used as a hotel and restaurant) and then to tea at the home of a widow “who had very beautiful daughters”. Up to now, Andersen probably felt that the interest in him was within reasonable limits. But there was much more to come! Andersen described the subsequent events in a letter written a few days later:
It was approaching eight o’clock when the poet Strandberg turned up and said that he wanted to prepare me, as in a half hour the students would come to celebrate me. I trembled with anxiety and asked if we could keep them away. I was still so young and lacking in experience, but he said that it had been decided. While I waited as a poor sinner, the clock struck eight and – I will never forget this Good Friday evening – the lady said, “Here comes Academia!” I looked out into the street and it was full of people; students, surely several hundred of them were marching and singing. They surrounded the house. I had to go out on the steps and when they recognised me, they all took off their hats. It made a very strong impression on me, my knees almost buckled.
As a representative of the students, the graduate Bernhard Cronholm, stepped forward and paid tribute to Andersen’s achievements as a writer. His novels and poems were both mentioned, but not least his current play The Mulatto, which according to Andersen’s quote from Cronholm “expressed the great idea of the times: the victory of the mind!” In front of its author, it was stated that “The followers of the mind […] kneel before the master”; words that were followed by three resounding cheers.
It should be mentioned that Cronholm probably had a not insignificant part in Andersen’s idol status among Lund students. He was not only a student, but also a newspaper man – he is probably not least remembered as the founder of the Snäll-Posten newspaper, the forerunner of today’s Sydsvenskan – and in that capacity he had written to Andersen a few months earlier and asked him for a contribution to the Swedish-Danish literary yearbook entitled Hertha. Andersen, who at that time was aware of the Scandinavian movement that not least was growing among the university students in Denmark, Sweden and Norway, responded by sending the poem, “We are one people, we are called Scandinavians”. Cronholm handed on the poem to the popular composer and conductor of the Lund University Male Voice Choir, Otto Lindblad, who set the poem to music, and both the text and sheet music were published in Hertha in January 1840. In other words, for Lund students that spring, Andersen was not only known as an author and a champion of “the victory of the mind”, but also someone who shared their great ideal: the idea of Scandinavian fellowship.
After Cronholm’s speech, Andersen said a few words in which he declared his great debt of gratitude to the students – a debt he hoped to repay in the future – which was followed by more cheers before Cronholm spoke again and issued an exhortation to the Danish guest: “When Europe soon recognises the great poet H. C. A., do not forget that it was the students in Lund who were first to pay you the tribute you deserve!”
He did not forget. In his memoirs, The Fairy Tale of my Life, published 15 years later, Andersen describes the “deep, unforgettable impression” this “first public show of respect” had on him, but also how frightened he was that there and then he had not really deserved it:
[…] all my limbs were shaking. I was almost in a feverish state, when I saw the crowd of students, all with their blue caps on their heads [the Lund University student cap at this time had a dark-blue crown]. Arm in arm they approached the house; yes, I had a sense of humility, such a very real recognition of my shortcomings that I felt pressed against the earth when they honoured me. When they all took off their hats as I appeared, I had to summon all my powers so that I did not burst out crying. Feeling so undeserving of this honour, I tried to spot derision in anyone’s face but saw only benevolent people; any sign of doubt at this moment would have wounded me deeply.
Clearly, the students became aware of Andersen’s anxiety and tried to reassure him:
“Don’t think more about it! Be happy with us!” said a couple of the Swedish friends. They were all so cheerful, but a seriousness had entered my soul; I am often reminded of this evening, and no noble person who reads these notes will consider me vain for having dwelt so long on this moment of my life”.
The experience in Lund shares a chapter in Andersen’s memoirs with the success in Denmark of The Mulatto – two events at this time in his life that he describes as a turning point: the point where “mitt rette Livs Foraar” – the real spring of his life – began. Perhaps it can be said that it was here that the ugly duckling Andersen seriously dared to start believing that perhaps he was a more splendid bird than that?
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