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History of Mr. Meister's Affairs appear," or " above all, the beauty of the Heart."

whom he worshipped” (i. e. the First we find him “ in love" (oh! Amazon). Here therefore there is dishonoured phrase !). with Mariana ; à sort of glee for three voices berapturously in love, if the word of tween the Countess, Mariana, and Mr. Goethe were a sufficient gua- the Amazon. Fifthly, he is in love with rantee. Not so however. An author Theresa, the other Amazon. And may assert what he will of his own this love is no joke: for at p. 134, ii. creatures ; and as long as he does meditating upon “her great virtues' not himself contradict it by the senti- (and we will add-her political ecoments-wishes-or conduct which he nomy) he writes a letter offering her attributes to them, we are to take his hand : and at this time (what his word for it: but no longer. We, time? why, post-time to be sure) who cannot condescend to call by “his resolution was so firm, and the the name of " love" the fancies for a business was of such importance pretty face, which vanish before a that, lest Major Socrates should inweek's absence or a face somewhat tercept his letter, he carries it himprettier-still less the appetites of a self to the office. But, sixthly, see selfish voluptuary, know what to what the resolutions of men are! In think of Wilhelm's passion, its depth, the very next chapter, and when time and its purity, when we find (p:211,i.) has advanced only by ten pages (but “ the current of his spirits and ideas unfortunately after the letter-bags stopped by " the spasm of a sharp were made up), Wilhelm finds himself jealousy." -Jealousy about whom furiously in love with a friend of Mariana? No, but Philina. And by Theresa's ; not that he has seen her whom excited ? By the “ boy since post-time, but he has been reFrederick. His jealousy was no light minded of her: this lady is Natalia, one: it was “a fierce jealousy” (p. and turns out to be “the Amazon.' 221, i.): it caused him “a general dis. No sooner has he a prospect of seeing comfort, such as he had never felt in her than “all the glories of the sky, his life before” (p. 211, i.); "and, had he vows, “ are as nothing to the monot decency restrained him, he could ment which he looks for.” In the have crushed in pieces all the people next page (145,) this moment arround him" (p. 221, i.). Such a jea- rives : Wilhelm reaches the house lousy, with regard to Philina, is in- where she lives ; on entering, “ finds compatible we presume with any real it the most earnest and (as he almost fervour of love for Mariana : we are felt) the holiest place which he had now therefore at liberty to infer that ever trod;" on going up stairs to the Mariana is dethroned, and that Phi- drawing-room is obliged to kneel lina reigneth in her stead. Next he down to get a moment's breathing is “ in love" with the Countess : and time ;" can scarcely raise himself Philina seldom appears to him as an again ; and upon actual introduction object of any other feelings than those to the divinity falls upon his knee, of contempt. Fourthly, at p. 45, ii. seizes her hand, and kisses it with he falls desperately in love with “ the unbounded rapture.”—What's to be Amazon”-i. e. a young lady mount- done now; Mr. Meister? Pity you ed on a grey courser and wrapped up had not known this the night before, in“ a man's white great-coat." His or had entrusted your letter to Solove for thisincognita holds on through- crates, or had seen some verses we out the work like the standing bass, could have sent you from Englandbut not so as to prevent a running 'Tis good to be merry and wise, accompaniment, in the treble, of va- "Tis good to be honest and true; rious other “ passions.” And these 'Tis good to be off with the old love, passions not merely succeed each Before you be on with the new. other with rapidity, but are often all Matters begin to look black, espe. upon him at once: at p. 64, ii. “the cially as Theresa accepts his offer ; recollection of the amiable Countess and (as though Satan himself had a is to Wilhelm infinitely sweet: but plot against him) in consequence of anon, the figure of the noble Amazon that very visit to Natalia which made would step between;" and two pages him pray that she would not. “I further on he is indulging in day- hope you will be grateful,” says the dreams that “perhaps Mariana might new love: “ for she” (viz. the old


love) “ asked me for advice ; and as suddenly discovered not to be the it happened that you were here just mother of Theresa : the road is thus then, I was enabled to destroy the opened to a general winding up of few scruples which my friend still the whole concern; and the novel, entertained.” Here's delectable news. as we said before, hastens to its close A man receives a letter from a lady amid a grand bravura of kissing and who has had “ her scruples”- '-ac- catch-match-making. In the general cepting him nevertheless, but begging row even old major Socrates catches a permission “ at times to bestow a wife; and a young one* too, though cordial thought upon her former too probably we fear a Xantippe. friend” (Lothario to wit): in return Thus we have made Mr. von for which she “ will press his child Goethe's novel speak for itself. And, (by a former mother) to her heart:" whatever impression it may leave on such a letter he receives from one the reader's mind, let it be charged Amazon ; “ when with terror he dis- upon the composer. If that imprescovers in his heart most vivid traces sion is one of entire disgust, let it of an inclination for another Ama- not be forgotten that it belongs exzon. Oh! botheration, Mr. Goethe! clusively to Mr. Goethe. The music a man can't marry two Amazons. is his : we have but arranged the Well, thank Heaven it's no scrape of concert, and led in the orchestra. ours. A German wit has brought us Even thus qualified however the all into it; and a German denoue- task is not to us an agreeable one : ment shall help us all out. Le voici. our practice is to turn away our eyes There are two Amazons, the reader from whatsoever we are compelled knows:-Good: now one of these is to loath or to disdain ; and to leave ci-devant sweetheart to Lothario, the all that dishonours human nature to other his sister. What may prevent travel on its natural road to shame therefore that Meister shall have the and oblivion. If in this instance we sister, and Lothario (according to depart from that maxim, it is in conHorace's arrangement with Lydia) sideration of the rank which the auhis old sweetheart ? Nothing but this thor has obtained elsewhere, and sweetheart's impatience, who (p. through his partisans is struggling 184, iii.) “ dreads that she shall lose for in this country. Without the him (Meister) “ and not regain passport of an eminent name WilLothario ;” i. e. between two chairs, helm Meister is a safe book ; but &c. and as Meister will not come to backed in that way the dullest hooks her, though she insists upon it in are floated into popularity (thousands letter after letter, she comes to Meis- echoing their praise, who are not ter; determined to “hold him fast:” aware of the matter they contain); (p. 184, ii.) Oh Amazon of little and thus even such books become faith! put your trust in Mr. Goethe influential and are brought within and he will deliver you! This he does the remark of Cicero (De Legg. by a coup de théatre. That lady, lib. 3.) on the mischief done by prowhose passions had carried her into fligate men of rank: “ Quod non sothe south of France, had bestowed lum vitia concipiunt, sed ea infunsome of her favours upon Lothario: dunt in civitatem; neque solum obnow she is reputed the mother of The- sunt quia ipsi corrumpuntur, sed resa; and hence had arisen the sepa- quia corrumpunt; plusque exemplo ration between Theresa and Lothario. quam pcccato nocent." This maternal person however is


* This young lady we overlooked in the general muster : her name is Lydia : and her little history is that she had first of all set her cap at lothario and succeeded in bringing him to her feet ; secondly, had been pushed aside to make room for

Theresa ; thirdly, had forced herself into Lothario's house and bed-room under the pretext of nursing him when wounded ; but fourthly, had been fairly ejected from both house and bed-room by a stratagem in which " our friend” in the character of toad-eater takes a most ungentlemanly part.


I used to love thee, simple flow'r,

To love thee dearly when a boy ;
For thou did'st seem, in childhood's hour,
The smiling type of childhood's joy.

But now thou only mock'st my grief

By waking thoughts of pleasures fled;
Give me-give me the withered leaf,
That falls on Autumn’s bosom-dead.

For that ne'er tells of what has been,

But warns me what I soon shall be ;
It looks not back to pleasure's scene,
But points unto futurity.

I love thee not, thou simple flow'r,

For thou art gay and I am lone-
Thy beauty died with childhood's hour-

The hearts' ease from my path is gone.


It has ever been considered an in- and found poison in the cup which teresting task to contrast the scenes seemed mantling with pleasure and and circumstances of human life, oc

with hope.

We may reverse the curring at distant intervals. I would picture, and see the husband come make these contrasts more imme- back to his weeping wife, who had diate, and show that one day, nay mourned for him as dead; the supa few hours, which are often the posed criminal on the eve of an ignoepitomes of the longest existence, minious death proved innocent, and may produce events as violently op- restored to the presence and affection posed to each other as if they had of his friends and relatives ; the been divided by a thousand years. bankrupt in hope and fortune by The joy-expectant lover has seen his some unexpected change exalted to young bride fall dead at the altar ;- joy and prosperity; and the drownthe mother who rocked her babe to ing wretch caught as he is sinking for sleep in her arms has found it ere an the last time into the wide-mouthed hour has elapsed lifeless on her bo- waters. These reflections are consom, passing away from the earth jured up by the remembrance of and its unhappiness without a sigh, circumstances which, although they but leaving its frantic parent to happened many years ago, can never agony and despair. The aged man, be obliterated from my mind. I will whose boys were the support and state them. It was a cold but fine luxury of his existence, has by some afternoon in November that I was dire calamity been suddenly deprived travelling on horseback in one of the of them, and followed their bodies to most retired and romantic parts of the grave, with tottering steps and England. As evening drew on, a heart-broken feelings. The lips of sense of loneliness and danger began the sensualist have turned cold upon to creep over me-for there is a startthe glowing cheek of his paramour, ling something in solitude which I have uo doubt all have felt, but had just recoiled. As I moved my which most people are ashamed to hands along the ground, my blood acknowledge, even to themselves. I grew chill with horror, and my heart was on a rough and unfrequented sickened within me. My right hand road far distant from the habitations had passed over the cold face of some of men, and yearned to see a human dead, perhaps murdered, person. I being and hear the sound of a human sank back and involuntarily clung to voice. The night came on-stormy the neck of my horse. It was an and dark. The winds raised their action arising from fear and from loud voices, like the curses of the a dreadful feeling of solitariness. In tempest, over the distant waters. the absence of human sympathies The clouds hung gloomily above like there is a comfort in any living comshrouds over nature's dead serenity,' panionship. I found it so. and the owlet shrieked to the sleep- tainty that I had a breathing crealess echo of the hills. I put spurs ture near me, although not of my to my horse and galloped on until I own species, gave me courage. I found, from the increasing darkness, went again towards the spot where that I could neither see the road the body lay, for the purpose of which I had traversed, nor the one ascertaining whether the least sympon which I was proceeding. Pru- tom of life remained. I placed my dence taught me to change my pace, hand upon the forehead—it was cold; and I walked my horse cautiously, I drew it across the mouth-there fearing every moment, as I did not was not a breath ; I pressed it upon know the road, that I was on the the heart-it was still. Warmth, edge of some precipice, or that some and respiration, and motion had debroken stump or fallen tree lay in my parted for ever, and only the mortal way. So painful did my sensations and drossy portion of man lay before become at last, that I made up my There was no pulsation—no mind to dismount, and lie down on vitality. I knew not what to do. I the road until morning. I groped thought if the poor wretch who was about, and at length found a tree, to lying dead at my feet had been murwhich I fastened the bridle, and dered, which appeared far from imseated myself at a little distance probable, my having passed that way from my only companion. The few at night, and for no ostensible purminutes that I remained there were pose as it might seem, would perlike hours. I endeavoured to think haps implicate me as an accessary to, of other scenes which might banish or even a principal in, the crime ; and the idea of that in which I was an a number of cases in which persons unwilling actor ; but all would not had been convicted on circumstantial avail. The gloom of the present evidence crowded upon my mind. hung over the radiance of the past; The idea of being even examined as and if a ray broke through for a a witness agitated and perplexed me. moment, it was as instantly obscured My resolution, however, was soon again. I arose and loosened the taken. With great difficulty I got bridle, for this inactive security was my horse forward, and rode on at a more annoying to me, than mov- round trot, careless of the danger to ing onward even under a sense of which I had before been so sensitive, danger. I proceeded, however, as and determining to give the alarm at slowly as before, expecting that the first place to which I might I must, in a short time, come to come. I had gone on for about a some small inn, or, at least, a quarter of an hour, when to my great road-side cottage. But I saw no joy and relief I beheld a light straight light, and heard not even a dog bark onwards, which seemed to be moving in the silence of the night. On a towards me. As it approached nearer sudden my horse started from his I perceived that it proceeded from a course and neighed loudly. I felt lantern, which was held by a young him trembling under me, and sus- man in a small cart, while another, pected that I was on the brink of a little older, guided the horse. On some pit. I alighted, and with great seeing me, they instantly drew up and difficulty held "my horse whilst 1 asked in an earnest and anxious torie groped about the spot from which he of roice whether I had seen any body on the way, telling me at the same lingered even then on the pallid face, time that their father had gone with and the brow was unruilled and un, a neighbour to C- that morning knit. After a little while they got to collect some money and had not in the cart, and we went forward in returned. The question made me silence. When we came near their shudder, for I immediately thought dwelling, which was a small farmof what had so recently occurred, house, a short distance from the high and I could not help imagining that road, I left them to break the melanit was the dead body of their father choly tidings to their widowed mowhich I had left on the road behind ther; and, resisting their invitation to me. My voice trembled as I told remain there, I rode on towards them of all that had happened, and I N-- ferry, which they told me was saw the faces of the poor lads turn about a mile farther, and where there pale as I recounted it. “ Our dear was a tolerable inn. They lent me father is dead!” cried the youngest, their lantern, which I was to leave and burst into tears. Nay! nay !” for them at the ferry-house, and I said his brother, “it's ill weeping cantered along an almost straight 'till there's need o't. He was to ha' road until I came in sight of the inn. come back wi' Johnny Castleton, and As I approached nearer, I heard Johnny is no' the man to leave him sounds of mirth and revelry, and in on the road-side, alive or dead.” This the disturbed state of my feelings seemed to comfort his brother, but it they came upon my ear like sportive did not convince me. I had a pre- music at a funeral, or a joyous song sentiment hanging like a cloud about echoing from a house of mourning, my heart, and I felt assured that a Having seen my horse well provided bitter trial awaited them. Although for, I entered the public room, where nearly exhausted, I willingly agreed there were several farmers drinking, to return with them. I rode beside smoking, and singing; their united the cart, until we came to the fatal powers appeared to have clouded the spot; my horse started as before, ideas and thickened the speech of and I called to them to stop, for í them all, but of one in particular, was a little a-head.

The cer


The youngest who had just been bawling out part sprang out, held the lantern to the of a song in praise of his greatest face of the corse, and fell back with enemy—the bottle; but the combined a loud shriek. I shall never forgetfumes of the leaf and the liquor were the chill that ran through me when I upon his memory, and he stopped heard the calm silence of the night just as I entered the room.

• Never broken by the cry of a son who break off in the midst of a good mourned his father—the voice of the song, neighbour (cried a portly florid living calling to the dead. The winds looking man who seemed to act as had died away, and there was a president among them), never leave dreary stillness over the whole scene. a jug or a song until there's not a The pulse of nature was stopped: drop left in the one nor a note in the and it seemed as if her mighty heart other. Sing on, man! sing on.” “ Ay! bad perished. The elder son did not it is an easy thing to say, Barney shed a tear, but it was evident that Thomson " (muttered the unsuccesshe felt acutely what had befallen ful vocalist), but the rest is clean him. His was the deeper grief that out of my head.”

“ Ye ha' sung tears could not obliterate:

well so far, and we'll ha' the end A grief that could not fade away

o't; (exclaimed Barney)—Come! I'll Loke tempest clouds of April day ;

help ye on wi't : A grief that hung like blight on flowers, A pipe of tobacco and ale of the best Which passeth not with summer showers. Are better, far better, than pillow and rest, As they both stood inactive, I took A pipe of

Than pillow and rest, than pillow and rest, up the corse myself and placed it in the cart. There were, as far as I Dang it (cried a little grazier-lookcould judge, not the least signs of ing fellow who was nursing his knees violence about it, and death seemed at the fire) it's twelve pence wi' one to have reached it in the midst of and a shilling wi’ the other. Ye calmness and serenity, for a smile know the song, Barney, just as well

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