LYNGEUS. Thou see'st me, Queen, again advance, descended, than "Faust appears above, on the | Lynceus with a chest, and men carrying other stairs, in knightly court-dress of the middle chests behind him.” ages, and with deliberate dignity comes down," astonishing the poor "feather-headed" Chorus with the gracefulness of his deportment and his more than human beauty. He leads with him a culprit in fetters; and, by way of introduction, explains to Helena that this man, Lynceus, has deserved death by his misconduct; but that to her, as Queen of the Castle, must appertain the right of dooming or of pardoning him. The crime of Lynceus is, indeed, of an extraordinary nature: he was Warder of the Tower; but now, though gifted, as his name imports, with the keenest vision, he has failed in warning Faust that so august a visitor was approaching, and thus occasioned the most dreadful breach of politeness. Lynceus pleads guilty: quick-sighted as a lynx, in usual cases, he has been blinded with excess of light, in this instance. While looking towards the orient at the "course of morning,' he noticed "a sun rise wonderfully in the south," and, all his senses taken captive by such surpassing beauty, he no longer knew his right hand from his left, or could move a limb, or utter a word, to announce her arrival. Under these peculiar circumstances, Helena sees room for extending the royal prerogative; and, after expressing unfeigned regret at this so fatal influence of her charms over the whole male sex, dismisses the Warder with a reprieve. We must beg our readers to keep an eye on this Innamorato; for there may be meaning in him. Here is the pleading, which produced so fine an effect given in his own words: Let me kneel and let me view her, Watching o'er the course of morning, Draws my look towards those places, Eyesight truly hath been lent me, Knew I aught? or could I ever Eye and heart I must surrender I forgot the warder's duty; Trumpet, challenge, word of call: Save him accordingly she did; but no sooner is he dismissed, and Faust has made a remark on the multitude of "arrows" which she is darting forth on all sides, than Lynceus returns in a sti' madder humour. "Re-enter We stormed along, we rushed apace, But I did love apart to spy For treasures did I keep a look, And heaps of gold I gained this way, 'Tis meet alone for breast like thine. So let the Pearl from depths of sea, So many chests we now do bear; For scarcely art thou hither sent, All this I reckon'd great, and mine, I thought it worthy, high, and good; A heap of mown and wither'd grass : FAUST. Away! away: take back the bold-earn'd load, Gem-fretted, shine like skies; a Paradise May light on softness, and her eye meet nought LYNCEUS. Small is what our Lord doth say; hands of Faust; his pardon by the fair Greek; his subsequent magnanimous offer to her, and discourse with his master on the subject,might give rise to various considerations. But we must not loiter, questioning the strange Shadows of that strange country, who, besides, are apt to mystify one. Our nearest business is to get across it: we again proceed. Whoever or whatever Faust and Helena may be, they are evidently fast rising into high favour with each other; as, indeed, from so generous a gallant, and so fair a dame, was to be anticipated. She invites him to sit with her on the throne, so instantaneously acquired by force of her charms; to which graceful proposal he, after kissing her hand in knightly wise, fails not to accede. The courtship now advances apace. Helena admires the dialect And herewith exit Lynceus, and we see no more of Lynceus, and how "one word seemed to kiss of him! We have said that we thought there the other," for the Warder, as we saw, speaks might be method in this madness. In fact, the in doggerel; and she cannot but wish that she allegorical, or at least fantastical and figura- also had some such talent. Faust assures her tive, character of the whole action is growing that nothing is more easy than this same pracmore and more decided every moment. He- tice of rhyme: it is but speaking right from lena, we must conjecture, is, in the course of the heart, and the rest follows of course. this her real historical intrigue with Faust, to Withal, he proposes that they should make a present, at the same time, some dim adumbra- trial of it themselves. The experiment suction of Grecian Art, and its flight to the North-ceeds to mutual satisfaction: for not only can ern Nations, when driven by stress of War from its own country. Faust's Tower will, in this case, afford not only a convenient station for lifting black-mail over the neighbouring district, but a cunning, though vague and fluctuating, emblem of the Product of Teutonic Mind; the Science, Art, Institutions of the Northmen, of whose Spirit and Genius he himself may in some degree become the representative. In this way, the extravagant homage and admiration paid to Helena are not without their meaning. The manner of her arrival, enveloped as she was in thick clouds, and frightened onwards by hostile trumpets, may also have more or less propriety. And who is Lynceus, the mad Watchman? they two build the lofty rhyme, in concert, with all convenience, but, in the course of a page or two of such crambo, many love-tokens come to light; nay, we find by the Chorus, that the wooing has well nigh reached a happy end: at least, the two are "sitting near and nearer each other, shoulder on shoulder, knee by knee, hand in hand, they are swaying over the throne's upcushioned lordliness;" which, surely, are promising symptoms. Such ill-timed dalliance is abruptly disturbed by the entrance of Phorcyas, now, as ever, a messenger of evil, with malignant tidings that Menelaus is at hand, with his whole force, to Storm the Castle, and ferociously avenge We cannot but suspect him of being a his new injuries. An immense "explosion Schoolman Philosopher, or School Philosophy of signals from the towers, of trumpets, claitself, in disguise; and that this wonderful rions, military music, and the march of nume"march" of his has a covert allusion to the rous armies," confirms the news. Faust howgreat "march of intellect," which did march ever, treats the matter coolly; chides the in those old ages, though only at "ordinary unceremonious trepidation of Phorcyas, and time." We observe, the military, one after the summons his men of war; who accordingly other, all fell; for discoverers, like other men, enter, steel-clad, in military pomp, and quitting must die; but "still the next had prowess their battalions, gather round him to take his more," and forgot the thousands that had sunk orders. In a wild Pindaric ode, delivered with in clearing the way for him. However, Lyn- due emphasis, he directs them not so much ceus, in his love of plunder, did not take "the how they are to conquer Menelaus, whom fairest maid," nor "the steer" fit for burden, doubtless he knows to be a sort of dream, as but rather jewels and other rare articles of how they are respectively to manage and parvalue; in which quest his high power of eye- tition the Country, they shall hereby acquire. sight proved of great service to him. Better Germanus is to have "the bays of Corinth;" had it been, perhaps, to have done as others while "Achaia, with its hundred dells," is redid, and seized "the fairest maid," or even the commended to the care of Goth; the host of "steer" fit for burden, or one of the "horses" the Franks must go towards Elis; Messene is which were in such request: for, when he to be the Saxon's share; and Normann is to quitted practical Science and the philosophy clear the seas, and make Argolis great. Sparta, of Life, and addicted himself to curious subtil- however, is to continue the territory of Helena, ties and Metaphysical crotchets, what did it and be queen and patrozess of these inferior avail him? At the first glance of the Grecian Dukedoms. In all this, are we to trace some beauty, he found that it was "naught, poor, and faint changeful shadow of the National Chamisunderstood." His extraordinary obscura-racter, and respective Intellectual Performance tion of vision on Helena's approach; his nar- of the several European tribes ? Or, perhaps, ow escape from death, on that account, at the of the real History of the Middle Ages; the of pleasure, In their turn do stun me quite. Naked, without wings a Genius, Faun in humour with out coarseness, Springs he sportful on the ground; but the ground rever berating, Darts him up to airy heights; and at the third, the second Frightened cries the Mother: Bound away, away, and as thou pleasest, irruption of the northern swarms, issuing, like | Foolish Love's caressing, teasing; cry of jest, and shriek Faust and his air-warriors, "from Cimmerian Night," and spreading over so many fair regions? Perhaps of both, and of more; perhaps properly of neither: for the whole has a chameleon character, changing hue as we look on it. However, be this as it may, the Chorus cannot sufficiently admire Faust's strategic faculty; and the troops march off, without speech indeed, but evidently in the highest spirits. He himself concludes with another rapid dithyrambic, describing the Peninsula of Greece, or rather, perhaps, typically the Region of true Poesy, "kissed by the seawaters," and "knit to the last mountainbranch" of the firm land. There is a wild glowing fire in these two odes; a musical indistinctness, yet enveloping a rugged, keen sense, which, were the gift of rhyme so common as Faust thinks it, we should have pleasure in presenting to our readers. Again and again, we think of Calderon and his Life a Dream. Faust, as he resumes his seat by Helena, observes that "she is sprung from the highest gods, and belongs to the first world alone. It is not meet that bolted towers should encircle her; and near by Sparta, over the hills, "Arcadia blooms in eternal strength of youth, a blissful abode for them two." "Let thrones pass into groves; Arcadianly free be such felicity!" No sooner said, than done. Our Fortress, we suppose, rushes asunder like a Palace of Air, for, "the scene altogether changes. A séries of Grottoes now are shut in by close Bowers. Shady Grove, to the foot of the Rocks which encircle the place. Faust and Helena are not seen. Chorus, scattered around, lie sleeping.' The In Arcadia, the business grows wilder than ever. Phorcyas, who has now become wonderfully civil, and, notwithstanding her ugliness, stands on the best footing with the poor light-headed Cicada-Swarm of a Chorus, awakes them to hear and see the wonders that have happened so shortly. It appears, too, that there are certain "Bearded Ones" (we suspect, Devils) waiting with anxiety, "sitting watchful there below," to see the issue of this extraordinary transaction; but of these Phorcyas gives her silly woman no hint whatever. She tells them, in glib phrase, what great things are in the wind. Faust and Helena have been happier than mortals in these grottoes. Phorcyas, who was in waiting, gradually glided away, seeking "roots, moss, and rinds," on household duty bent, and so 'they two remained alone." Sure enough, ye foolish creatures! These are unexplored recesses; But, my Son, beware of Flying; wings nor power of flight are thine. virtue And the Father thus advises: in the Earth resides the thy toe the surface, strong again. And so skips he, hither, thither, on these jagged rocks; from summit a beautiful, purely melodious music of stringed instruments resounds from the Cave. All listen, and Soon appear deeply moved. It continues playing in full tone;" while Euphorion, in person, makes his appearance, "in the costume above described;' larger of stature, but no less frolicsome and tuneful. Our readers are aware that this Euphorion, the offspring of Northern Character wedded to Hall runs out on hall, spaces there on spaces: these I Grecian Culture, frisks it here not without remusing traced. But at once re-echoes from within a peal of laughter: Peeping in, what is it? Leaps a boy from mother's breast Io Father's, From the Father to the Mother: such a fondling, such a dandling, ference to Modern Poesy, which had a birth so precisely similar. Sorry are we that we cannot follow him through these fine warblings and trippings on the light fantastic toe to our ears there is a quick, pure, small-toned music in them, as perhaps of elfin bells when the | Crownlet mounts uke a comet to the sky, Coat, Mantis, Queen of Faery rides by moonlight. It is, in and Lyre, are left lying.) truth, a graceful emblematic dance, this little life of Euphorion; full of meanings and halfmeanings. The history of Poetry, traits of individual Poets; the Troubadours, the Three Italians; glimpses of all things, full vision of nothing! Euphorion grows rapidly, and passes from one pursuit to another. Quitting his boyish gambols, he takes to dancing and romping with the Chorus; and this in a style of tu HELENA and FAUST. Joy soon changes to wo, EUPHORION's voice (from beneath.) Let me not to realms below chant a dirge over his remains, and then : A sad old saying proves itself again in me, (She embraces Faust; her Body melts away; Garment PHORCYAS (to FAUST.) mult which rather dissatisfies Faust. The wild- will. EUPHORION. And hear ye thunders on the ocean, Is the law of life, That is certain once for all. HELENA, FAUST, and CHORUS. Shall I view it, safe and gladly? HELENA, FAUST, and CHORUS. War is for the stout. EUPHORION. Ha!-and a pair of wings Folds itself out! Thither! I must! I must! 'T is my hest to fly! (He casts himself into the air: his Garments support him for a moment; his Head radiates, a Train of Light follows him.) CHORUS. Icarus! earth and dust! O, wo! thou mount'st too high. (A beautiful Youth rushes down at the feet of the Parents; you fancy you recognise in the dead a well-known Form ;* but the bodily part instantly disappears; the gold *It is perhaps in reference to this phrase, that certain sagacious critics among the Germans have hit upon the wonderful discovery of Euphorion being-Lord Byron! A fact, if it is one, which curiously verifies the author's prediction in this passage. But unhappily, while we fancy that we recognise in the dead a well-known form, "the bodily part instantly disappears;" and the keen Hold fast, what now alone remains to thee (PHORCYAS picks up EUPHORION'S Coat, Mantle, and Lyre from the Ground, comes forward into the Proscenium, holds these Remains aloft, and says:) Well, fairly found be happily won! (Sits down in the Proscenium at the foot of a pillar.) But The rest of the personages are now speedily disposed of. Panthalis, the Leader of the Chorus, and the only one of them who has shown any glimmerings of Reason, or of aught beyond mere sensitive life, mere love of Pleasure and fear of Pain, proposes that, being now delivered from the soul-confusing spell of the "Thessalian Hag," they should forthwith return to Hades, to bear Helena company. none will volunteer with her; so she goes her self. The Chorus have lost their taste for Asphodel Meadows, and playing so subordinate a part in Orcus: they prefer abiding in the Light of Day, though, indeed, under rather peculiar circumstances; being no longer " Per sons," they say, but a kind of Occult Qualities, as we conjecture, and Poetic Inspirations, residing in various natural objects. Thus, one? division become a sort of invisible Hamadryads, and have their being in Trees, and their joy in the various movements, beauties. est critic finds that he can see no deeper into a millstone than another man. Some allusion to our English Poet there is, or may be, here and in the page that precedes, and the page that follows; but Euphorion is no image of any person: least of all, one would think, of George Lord Byron. and products of trees. A second change into Echoes; a third, into the Spirit of Brooks; and a fourth take up their abode in Vineyards, and delight in the manufacture of Wine. No sooner have these several parties made up their minds, than the Curtain falls; and Phorcyas" in the Proscenium rises in gigantic size; but steps down from her cothurni, lays her Mask and Veil aside, and shows herself as MEPHISTOPHELES, in order, so far as may be necessary, to comment on the piece, by way of Epilogue." successful. It is wonderful with what fidelity Had we chanced to find that Goethe, in other instances, had ever written one line without meaning, or many lines without a deep and true meaning, we should not have thought this little cloud-picture worthy of such minute development, or such careful study. In that case, too, we should never have seen the true Helena of Goethe, but some false one of our own too indolent imagination; for this Drama, and complete; and the third, the fourth perusal of it pleases far better than the first. Few living artists would deserve such faith from us; but few also would so well reward it. Such is Helena the interlude in Faust. We have all the desire in the world to hear Mephisto's Epilogue: but far be it from us to take the word out of so gifted a mouth! In the way of commentary on Helena, we ourselves have little more to add. The reader sees, in general, that Faust is to save himself from the straits and fetters of Worldly Life in the loftier regions of Art, or in that temper of mind by which alone those regions can be reached, and permanently dwelt in. Further, also, that this doctrine is to be stated emblematically and parabolically; so that it might seem as if, in Goethe's hands, the History of Faust, commencing among the realities of every-day | existence, superadding to these certain spiritual agencies, and passing into a more aerial charac- as it grows clearer, grows also more beautiful ter as it proceeds, may fade away, at its termination, into a phantasmagoric region, where symbol and thing signified are no longer clearly distinguished; and thus the final result be curiously and significantly indicated, rather than directly exhibited. With regard to the special purport of Euphorion, Lynceus, and the rest, we have nothing more to say at present; nay, perhaps we may have already said too much. For it must not be forgotten by the commentator, and will not, of a surety, be forgotten by Mephistopheles, whenever he may please to deliver his Epilogue, that Helena is not an Allegory, but a Phantasmagory; not a type of one thing, but a vague, fluctuating, fitful adumbration of many. This is no Picture painted on canvas, with mere material colours, and steadfastly abiding our scrutiny; but rather it is like the Smoke of a Wizard's Cauldron, in which as we gaze on its flickering tints and wild splendours, thousands of strangest shapes unfold themselves, yet no one will abide with us; and thus, as Goethe says elsewhere, "we are reminded of Nothing and of All." Properly speaking, Helena is what the Germans call a Mährchen (Fabulous Tale), a species of fiction they have particularly excelled in, and of which Goethe has already produced more than one distinguished specimen. Some day we purpose to translate for our readers, that little piece of his, deserving to be named, as it is, "THE Mährchen," and which we must agree with a great critic in reckoning the "Tale of all Tales." As to the composition of this Helena, we cannot but perceive it to be deeply-studied, appropriate, and On the general relation of Helena to Faust, and the degree of fitness of the one for the other, it were premature to speak more expressly at present. We have learned, on authority which we may justly reckon the best, that Goethe is even now engaged in preparing the entire Second Part of Faust, into which this Helena passes as a component part. With the third Lieferung of his Works, we understand, the beginning of that Second Part is to be published: we shall then, if need be, feel more qualified to speak. For the present, therefore, we take leave of Helena and Faust, and of their Author: but with regard to the latter, our task is nowise ended; indeed, as yet, hardly begun, for it is not in the province of the Mährchen, that Goethe will ever become most interesting to English readers. But, like his own Euphorion, though he rises aloft into Æther, he derives, Antæus-like, his strength from the earth. The dullest plodder has not more practical understanding, or a sounder or more quiet character, than this most aerial and imaginative of poets. We hold Goethe to be the Foreigner, at this era, who, of all others, the best, and the best by many degrees, deserves our study and appreciation. What help we individually can give in such a matter, we shall consider it a duty and a pleasure to have in readiness. We purpose to return, in our next Number, to the consideration of his Works and Character in general. |