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been putting our heads together, and all as we previous to the date of the post-mark on Harry's can make out is that Harry must have written letter. Mr. Dennison advised my going to before, and his letter never come to hand.” London, and offered me introductions to two

“Well, at all events, Mrs. Markland, I am gentlemen on the committee at Lloyd's. The very, very glad poor Harry is preserved. I Emma” is probably a trader between China don't know what to think I suppose he means and Australia, and it is just possible may be inme that I have something to hope or fear in sured. At all events, if the Candabar spoke her regard to this man with the queer name. Can and sent a man on board, there is hope of you tell me what these last works in the further news in time, for, when her owners are postscript mean?”

known, means may be fouud to convey a letter Mary says it's cure her cough;' but I can't to Harry, make it out so myself; and Mr. Bushell, our I wrote from Liverpool to my friend Mrs. curate, as I took the letter to, says it's 'curl her Barnes, and have had a very kind reply, dehair. It might be an h or it might be a k, but siring me to make her house my home. Harry couldn't so have forgot his spellingnot though he was in a hurry--and I can't make out a gh neither."

Why should it not be 'curl her hair?" " • Why Mary says, true enough, that he always used to be giving little Kitty sweeties, and used

THE WRAITH. to say they were to cure her cough, whether sbe had one or no, ma’am. But as to curling her hair, she badn't none long enough to curl, ma'am.”

The autumn sun was siuking low, I was wavering between hope and fear while

With a radiance calm and mellow; the good woman spoke. “ Mrs. Markland," I

Over the peaked horizon's brow now said, are you sure he means your daugh

The ray fell slant and yellow. ter's little one, and not mine?". “Well, ma'am, what do you think?"

The robin sang in the beech-tree long, I must hope there is a chance. Perhaps

And his notes were sad and tender; Harry has found some one to bring her to

And we stood and listened to his song England-this man, Straggers, whatever he

Till the eve-star shone in splendour. may be? I used to curl my little girl's hair : the Captain liked to see it. Harry was often

The river with its gentle flood standing by when I did it, and as it pleased the

Went by us winding ever ; child she may bave expected it to be done for her. In that case I think Harry was likely

Sostly it flowed by cliff and wood,

A fair and bounteous giver. enough to humour ber fancy?"

Mrs. Markland agreed it would be like him to do so, fond as he was of children's little

From my love's forehead, smooth and meek,

The loose elf locks were streaming; ways. “My Mary told me," she said, “I must

The joy of her soul had tinged her cheek, beware of raising expectations; but my own

And her eyes were softly beaming. feeling is that good news ought to have come to you before this. You see, ma'am, I was getting I sat alone in my cot that night, very desponding about my Harry, and now, after The student's taper burning; all, he's all right. And I don't think he'd write And I thought I heard a footstep light so cheerful if harm had come to your dear little Still passing and returning. girl. Of course he could not tell

, being so far off, whether or no tbis What's-his-pame man had There came a hand to my lonely door ; arrived with the child; but he might send his The calm moon shone unclouded ; love on the chance."

I rose in haste, and crossed the floor, Mrs. Markland was readily induced to allow And saw my true love shrouded. me to keep the letter to show to Messrs. Grey and Dennison, and I resolved immediately to go

I sought her side, and spoke her name, to them in search of information.

But then all my hope departed ; A message sent by Lance brought Helen to

For she vanished speechless as she came,

And I am broken hearted. me the same evening. I should have been glad of her company to Liverpool, and she was very

Oh! it cannot be her smile has fled, desirous of going with me, but her grandfather

And her eyes are dim and hollow : was a little out of humour, and did not concede

If she indeed is gone—is dead, the favour.

Then I at least will follow !
I went there alone the following day. Messrs.
Grey and Dennison could throw no light on the

So dig a grave ’neath the churcb-yard tree
letter, but took pains to obtain information for (The river we loved flows by it),
ine, and ascertained that a ship called the And let it be for her and me,

Candahar” had arrived at Rangoon the day And let us sleep there in quiet.

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There are legends which appeal directly to the | Goethe's genius; and we are the more impelled superstition deep-seated in some compartment to do this at present, by reason of the aid which of every soul; there are poets who spring up at we have at hand, in Dr. Anster's translation of the magic call of a nation's literary emergency the Faust, a work never as much known as to adorn and improve all succeeding epochs of it deserved to be, and now out of print, but man's history; there are epics, more powerful which abounds with so many passages of great than laws, which, like beacons, mark here and force and beauty as in itself to repay our trouble. there the characters, the language, and the It may not be amiss, however, to assert, that tendencies of men, in the twilight of the past. the translation is rather liberal in these days of

Of such men, such poems, and such undying exact rendering, and that, while some of the legends, every school-boy will point to the dubious passages are rendered contrary to our most notable examples : "the blind old man of way of thinking, the whole poem is rather an Cbios," who evoked into being " the Scian and embodiment of Dr. Anster's general idea of the Teian Muse," and his historic coincident of Faust, than a literal construction of the words a later age, whose minor light was a celestial of Goethe. Leaving a philosophical dissection radiance.

of the poem and the translation to those who The shores of the Egean still teem with the are at once poets and critical German scholars, clustering growth of Homeric creations, and the we may be permitted in this connection to say, mythic legend of Troy has passed into enduring that it is with great delight we hail within a very bistory.

few years the dawning of a literal system, as Then, by a natural transition, we advert to illustrated in the fine translations of Shakespeare the splendour which has confined to the age into French by Comte Alfred de Vigny, Auguste and court of Octavius the cognomen of Augus- Barbier, and' Léon de Wailly, in which the tus, and while Æneas the goddess-born lives French dramatic rhythm is retained in its integin history, Jupiter and the celestials are endued rity, and the untrammelled blank verse of the with an unquestionable claim to immortality in mighty master rendered almost word for word. the eloquent apostrophes of Horace.

We hope, not without confidence, that the Nor may we fail to mention, among the first coming translators of Goethe will emulate the in dignity, Shakespeare, the mighty master of correciness of the French literati, and that we the heart and harp, who wrote for all time and shall yet read and understand the Faust in pure

English, exactly as Goethe intended it. The epoch which Voltaire has styled the age As we sit with the original open before us, of Louis XIV., too, is prolific of literary marvels. and Dr. Anster under our right hand, the anguThe pulpit, the poet's sanctum, and the seats of lar German type and the peculiar German idiom imaginative fiction, gave forth a redundancy of seem to speak indeed in a language almost eloquence, of wit, of fine fancy, and of gorgeous defiant of translation, and to say, in the words creations. But these are historic truisms. of Mephistopheles to the wavering Faust:

At length there appeared, almost within the “Ich gebe dir was noch kein mensch geschen :" limits of our own generation, among the German and “ word for word” is the construction alone people, a new and more striking illustration of which will approach the conceptions of the this magic power of genius; a man whose heart author. was full of fervour, whose mind was full of The poem is preceded by a Dedication, the pbilosopby, whose brain was teeming with po- last verse of which is an epitome of the whole, etry. He did not seek his subjects from among and will repay the perusal: the mystic and the incomprehensible, but stoop

Again it comes ! a long unwonted feeling, ing as it were to an old wife's legend which had

A wish for that calm, solemn, phantom land ; come with the introduction of printing into My song is swelling now, now lovely stealing, Germany, and had been told at every hearth, to Like Eol's harp, by varying breezes fanned : every child,“ to point a moral or adorn a tale," Tears follow tears, my weaknesses revealing, he raised it from its low estate, and set it as an And silent shudders show a heart unmanued ; unfading glory in the wreath of his own genius. Dull forms of daily life before me flee,

It seems to us that it is well occasionally to The Past, the Past alone seems true to me!" review such a production, to contemplate it The opening scene is at the theatre, and the again and again, like an old scene with which the heart is familiar, and to place our tribute * Later still we have translations of Shakespere with renewed admiration upon the shrine of' into French, by the Chevalier de Chatelain.--Ed.

all people.



dialogue is sustained by the manager, who is in | Thus wrought upon, thus perplexed, he deter want of a play, and a dramatic poet. The man- mines to put an end at once to himself and his ager wants something ad captandum, even sufferings. though it be at the expense of good taste and Let us admire the beauty of his soliloquy at poetic feeling, and alter much confabulation this eventful crisis, without losing our borror succeeds in irritating the poet, who has a loftier for the false principle which urges the deed : conception of his office and his destiay, and who vents his feelings in the following glowing

“From within language :

Come wingèd impulses, to bear

The child of earth to freer air ; “Go elsewhere, and some flitter servant find.

Already do I seem to win What! shall the poet squander then away

My happy course from bondage free, And spend in worthless, worse then idle play, On paths unknown, to climes unknown, The highest gift that ever nature gave ?

Glad spheres of pure activity.

Sludder not now at that blank cave, Who then can cheer life's drear monotony ?

Where in self-torturing disease
Bestow opon the dead new germination ?

Palc Fancy hears sad spirits rave,
Restore the dissonant to harmony,
And bid the jarring individual be

And is herself the hell she secs :
A chord that in the general consecration

Press through the strait where stands Despair Bears part with all in musical relation ?

Guarding it, and the fiery wave

Boils up, and know no terror there ! Who to the tempest's rage can give a voice

Be firm, and cast away all fear, Like human passion ? Bid the serious mind

And freely if such be the chance
Glow with the colouring of the sunset hours ?

Blow into nothingness away.”
Who in the dear path scatter spring's first flowers
When wanders forth the lady of his choice?
Who of the valueless green leaves can bind

The poison is at his lips ; the spirit spreads A wreath, the artist's proudest ornament,

her wings for the unessayed Alight; when steal. Or round the conquering hero's brow entwined, ing upon the silent air the music of bells is The best reward his country can present ?

heard, and as they die away in atmospheric Whose voice is fame? Who gives us to inherit ripples, a chorus of angels breaks in upon the Olympus and the loved Elysian field ?

suicide, arrests his hand, and throws over bim The soul of man sublimed; man's soaring spirit a flood of latent feeling. Seen in the Poet !-gloriously revealed."

It is Easter. The angelic song is responded

to by the women who went at morning-tide to The second scene, and the one which has the grave of “the Crucified” to weep, but who been charged with profanity and even blas- were lost in wonder because “the Lord is not phemy, opens upon the light of heaven, with the here." Who will not sympathize with the songs of Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, in fevered soul of Faust, as he cries with touchpraise of the Almighty. Mephistopheles enters, ing pathos : and a colloquy ensues between Der Herr and himself concerning Faust. The story is taken

“Oh! once in boyhood's time the love of Heaven

Came down upon me with mysterious kiss, from Job, and in fact differs from that only in a substitution of names.

IIallowing the stillness of the Sabbath-day ! The Lord consents to the proposal of Mephis. Of a new life and a new world for me;

Then was the birth topheles, which is to try Faustus, and to show These bells announced the merry sports of youth; that man cannot bear the temptations of the This inusic welcomed in the happy spring: Devil.

And now am I once more a little child, As an instance of the singular flexibility of And old Remembrance twining round my heart the genius of the German language, from Forbids this act, and checks my daring steps, grave to gay," we shall quote the final speech of Then sing ye forth! sweet songs that breathe of Satan, which, if it disgust our renders, they heaven. must blame the demon, and decide whether it | Tears come! and Earth hath won her child again,would not be consonant to our conceived opinion of bis character :

The next scene presents a motley crowd be.

fore the city gate : tradesmen, citizene, maids, "I'm very glad to have it in my power

students, an old woman and a soldier, and To see him now and then, he is so civil; peasants dancing. The latter are represented I rather like our good old Governor :

as gathering round Faust, and loading him with Think only of his speaking to the Devil !" praises for his

kindness and philanthropy during

the plague. But this is mockery to the aspiring Meanwhile Faust, unaware of the snare which Faust; the praises of a few illiterate peasants, in is awaiting him, sits in his study-his mind at the ear of him who was seeking the “starry once highly cultivated and aspiring-seeking to heights” of science, of intellectual'improvement, penetrate the future, to know more, to arrive at and of fame. unattained stations in the intellectual universe. While his pupil, Wagner, and himself stand He invokes spirits, and when they appear, he in the twilight watching the receding forms of shrinks back in horror from their society. the city crowd, they observe a poodle-dog circling around in the field, as if in search of his to us from Hippocrates : " Ars longa vita bremaster. Faust takes him home, to be a sort of vis ;” and our unfortunate hero plunges into companion in his study, a something upon which the world and its pleasures, convinced that “if his eyes may rest as they turn from his books , art is long,” man may employ his powers in or bis papers ; a substitute (such is the opinion some more satisfying way than in endeavouring of many a scholar) for a human associate, more to reach its goal; and that if “time is fleeting,' obedient and less troublesome. Not such, how. we should make the most of it, according to the ever, was the case with this extraordinary perverted tenets of the Epicurian philosophy. poodle.

In the outset of their adventures we meet As his master began his labours, he began to them at Auerbach's cellar in Leipzig, where growl and whine; and when Faust undertook they have entered suddenly upon a convivial to translate the first terse of the first chapter of meeting of four bocn-companions. Then takes St. John's Gospel, the dog becomes transformed place the famous miracle, which is ascribed to with rage, displaying to the astonished Faust Faust's devil in the earliest stories, and which, the characteristics of demoniac possession. with other scenes, has been immortalized by the The air becomes filled with unearthly chantings. Stylus of Retzsch. With great suavity MephisOde spell is tried by Faust after another, with. topheles joins in their chat, exchanges a joke out success, in exorcising the devil, until at last with them, and, upon the discovery that the he chances to hit upon the cabalistic rhyme, wine is very bad, he proposes to give them which suddenly invests the dog with colossal better. For each taste he bores a hole in the proportions, and enshrouds him in a thick mist. edge of the table, and Rhenish wine, chamWhen the cloud disappears, a gentleman in a pagne, and Tokay flow into their glasses. The scholar's travelling-dress appears from behind caution is, not to spill. Through the carelessthe stove, and we see Mephistopheles for the ness of Siebel, some wine is spilt, which immedifirst time on earth.

ately turns into flame. The devil quenches it The dog, or rather the devil, could not escape with a word. Another draws the stopper from through the door, on account of a pentagram the gimlet-whole which gave his wine, and flame described upon the threshold; this figure, " the spouts out. All then, seized with a sudden Druid's foot,” “ sive salutis signuin,” being a transport, attack Mephistopheles. He disarms bound which spirits cannot pass without per- them by incantation and gesture, and straightmission. Thus forced apparently into contact way they become excited with the most pleasurwith Faust, Mephistopheles commences artfully able sensations; these in turn give way to his conversation: he is neither too obsequious frenzy, and Faust and his devil leave them nor too exacting, but suits himself to the charac. fighting among themselves. ter, appearance, and station of his intended vic- I would willingly pass over without notice the tim; patient and cool in argument, and in no

scene in the witches' kitchen, and gain time to haste for the result. In order to retire, he has linger upon more interesting parts of this wonrecourse to attending spirits, who sing Faust derful poem. Suffice it, that there is a colloto sleep in soothing but ghostly strains; and cation of apes (called by the translator "catthen he calls upon the rats, or demons in their apes”), of witcnes, of filthy, dark and nauseating form, to gnaw away the angel of the pentagram utensils and articles, of devilish speeches, the which confines him; and thus he escapes. At whole result of which is to administer a potent his next visit, Faust signs a compact with him, and charmed drink to Faust, to excite his which is couched in these words of the Devil:

passions, and thus to drown the aspiring impulse

of his immortality. At the risk of pungent "I bind myself to be thy servant here,

criticism, we think that even to a German To run, and rest not, at thy beck and bidding; reader there must be very little force in this And when we meet again at yonder place, scene. To us it is not justifierl by the end; There, in like manner, thou shalt be my servant.”

and the coarseness, the vulgar jocularity, and

the indecent familiarity, divested of all the It is not difficult for a supernatural being to majesty (if we may use the word) of devilish convince a philosopher that he can never know character, are faults which, instead of being much ; that his aspirings can never attain their easily forgotten, will become more and more aim; that his longings never can be satisfied. glaring by contrast, in proportion as the poem It is more easy still, when once he be convinced shall be more generally read. The author has of these things, to work upon his despairing the idea which Shakespeare has embodied in sensitiveness, and cause him to seek pleasure Macbeth, but how differently has he invested it! in the fruition of appetite and passion. Nor is The spacious heath, thunder and lightning, this without many illustrations in every-day life. the introduction of the classic Hecate, the farThus Mephistopheles dealt with Faust; divorced famed cauldron, give to the creation of Shakehim from his studies, infected his soul with the speare a horror, and at the same time an leprosy of devilish desire, and remained at his interest, such as the “secret, black and midnight elbow to ensure its consummation in action. hagsare intended to produce ; while the apes Tbus he perverted from its holy and useful of Goethe, the kitchen peopled with grotesque meaning the poble maxim wbich has descended and disgusting figures, the witch tumbling down

the chimney and fawning upon Mephistopheles, * The Druids wore shoes of a pentagonal form. cause us to lose our interest in our disgust.

Revenons : the drink is charmed and taken,

" Dies iræ, dies illa, and the scene is concluded.

Solvet seclum in favilla," We next behold the possessed Faust at his first meeting with Margaret, a modest young girl, and the demon, prompted by the words, warns into whose brain love has never entered, and her of the judgment and the doom: again are who is kind, gentle, and unsuspecting. Since sounded the thrilling words : the days of Adam, not forgetting St. Anthony en passant, the devil has found no keeper

Judex ergo cum sedebit, temptation with which to prove the frailty of

Quidquid latet apparebit, humanity than woman's beauty. Faust would

Nil inultum remanebit ;" have turned with loathing from any exhibitions revolting to his cultivated intellect. Power and again the devil " quotes the Scripture to might not have enchained him, for it cannot his purpose," until the victim faints in an agony satisfy the mind. The banquet of a Sybarite, of horror. music to soothe the senses, perfumes floating

The heart must be seared which can read this in the air, might have been shunned or ex. description of hear-tsick humanity, and Satanic cluded, and he would perhaps have taken refuge temptation in the holy precincts of the house of from them in his circumscribed study. God, without being touched with a living sym. But love-awakened desire was most potent. pathy for her, the frail and suffering girl. He saw, and was conquered. At their first To the Walpurgis night, and the witches' meeting, Margaret rejects his advances ; but, dance on the Brocken, we had intended to give poor child, she was in the toils of the devil. some space, but are warned to forbear. Those Through the aid of Martha, a neighbour and a

who are fond of the marvellous and the myssupposed widow, Faust meets Margaret! terious will find their account in reading it with Mephistopheles, with great politeness, enter-care, in the original, if they can ; and those tains Martha, in their walk in the garden, (and who delight in tales of “the grotesque and the by-play is very devilish), while Faust and arabesque" will find much to gratify their fan. Margaret are weaving the golden net of their cies : how the will-o'-the-wisp is pressed into destruction. Previous to this meeting, jewels service as a guide ; of the secrets under the have been twice placed in the girl's cabinet, earth; of the unearthly murmurs, above, below, the first of which, with true simplicity, she and around, each one vocal with the witches' shows her mother, and in alarm gives to the sentiment and the author's genius; and how priest; but she cannot withstand the temptation finally, among the crowd of the Brocken's ten. of keeping the others, and she only wears them ants on the Walpurgis night, Faust catches a in her stealthy visits to Martha's house. glimpse of Margaret as Medusa, pale, sad, and

The simplicity and child-like innocence of drooping, with the deep-red line around her Margaret are displayed throughout the garden throat, awakening in his bosom deeper love, walk. She picks a corn-flower, and pulling the painful anxiety, and bitter remorse. leaves one by one repeats for each alternate one I have passed over the Brocken dance which the words, “ He loves me," and " He loves me Faust witnessed, in order to present the subnot.” When the last is plucked, she exclaims stance of a note from “Roscoe's German Novelwith rapture: He loves me !” and giving her- ists,” which is not without historic value, upon self to the fond superstition, she returns the the origin of this popular superstition. affection with a warm, enthusiastic, and uncalcu- During the reign of Charlemagne, the Gerlating love, the innocence of which is its lure to mans were persecuted and oppressed, partly destruction.

with the design of converting them to the true Time and space fail us to tell of the misery of faith. All who refused the rite of baptism were her repentance; the remorse of Faust; the input to the sword; and like the Scottish Covenfernal cunning of Mephistopheles, the return anters of after-time, they sought the wild reof her noble soldier-brother to his idolized sis-treats and mountain fastnesses to worship their ter ; his honest rage; his meeting with Faust gods. The Brocken particularly seems to have under her window; his death by the hand of his been appropriated to this purpose ; and sister's seducer, and his anathemas upon her in although guards were stationed at the mountainhis dying hour. These, with all their interest- passes, they arrayed themselves in skins and ing details, must pass with the mere mention horns of beasts, with fire-forks in their hands, but upon one scene, full of the romantic interest and after driving the terrified guards away, of life, and replete with thrilling power, we consummated their worship. This“ celebration must dwell for a moment. Margaret, the guilty on the first of May, on the wildest region of the Margaret, is in the cathedral during service. Hartz, with the snow yet lying on the Brocken, The organ is sounding, but amid its devotion- naturally enough gave rise among the Christinducing chords, an evil spirit is whispering ians to the belief of witches riding, that night, dark words into her ear, of her mother's death upon their broomsticks, to add to the infernal and her brother's murder. She cannot pray mirth and mystery of these heathen rites." amid “these dark thoughts flitting over, and We approach the closing scene of the poem; all acc ng." The choir breaks out into the the one which, for dee interes thrilling awful

pathos, and for truthfulness of natural descrip

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