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and seldom writes without a meaning far be- glimpses of which look forth on us from almost yond the sphere of common romancers. Hes- every one of his writings. He died while enperus and Titan themselves, though in form gaged, under recent and almost total blindness, nothing more than “novels of real life,” as the in enlarging and remodelling this Campaner Minerva Press would say, have solid metal | Thal: the unfinished manuscript was borne enough in them to furnish whole circulating upon his coffin to the burial vault; and Kloplibaries, were it beaten into the usual filigree; stock's hymn, Auferstehen wirst du,“ Thou shalt and much which, attenuate it as we might, no arise, my soul,” can seldom have been sung quarterly subscriber could well carry with him. with more appropriate application than over Amusement is often, in part almost always, a the grave of Jean Paul. mean with Richter; rarely or never his high- We defy the most careless or prejudiced cst end. His thoughts, his feelings, the creations reader to peruse these works without an imof his spirit, walk before us imbodied under pression of something splendid, wonderful, and wondrous shapes, in motley and ever-fluctuat daring. But they require to be studied as well ing groups; but his essential character, how- as read, and this with no ordinary patience, if ever he disguise it, is that of a Philosopher and the reader, especially the foreign reader, wishes moral Poet, whose study has been human to comprehend rightly either their truth or their nature, whose delight and best endeavour are want of truth. Tried by many an accepted with all that is beautiful, and tender, and mys- standard, Richter would be speedily enough teriously sublime, in the fate or history of man. disposed of; pronounced a mystic, a German This is the purport of his writings, whether dreamer, a rash and presumptuous innovator; their form be that of fiction or of truth; the spirit and so consigned, with equanimity, perhaps that pervades and ennobles his delineations of with a certain jubilee, to the Limbo appointed common life, his wild wayward dreams, allego- for all such wind-bags and deceptions. Oriries, and shadowy imaginings, no less than his ginality is a thing we constantly clamour for, disquisitions of a nature directly scientific. and constantly quarrel with; as if, observes
But in this latter province also, Richter has our author himself, any originality but our accomplished much. His Vorschule der Aesthetik own could be expected to content us! In fact, (Introduction to Æsthetics*) is a work on po- all strange things are apt, without fault of theirs, etic art, based on principles of no ordinary to estrange us at first view, and unhappily depth and compass, abounding in noble views, scarcely any thing is perfectly plain, but what and, notwithstanding its frolicsome exuberance, is also perfectly common. The current coin in sound and subtile criticism; esteemed even of the realm passes into all hands; and be it in Germany, where criticism has long been gold, silver, copper, is acceptable and of known treated of as a science, and by such persons as value: but with new ingots, with foreign bars, Winkelmann, Kant, Herder, and the Schlegels. and medals of Corinthian brass, the case is Of this work we could speak long, did our limits widely different. allow. We fear it might astonish many an There are few writers with whom deliberahonest brother of our craft, were he to read it; tion and careful distrust of first impressions and altogether perplex and dash his maturest are more necessary than with Richter. He counsels, if he chanced to understand it.- is a phenomenon from the very surface; he Richter has also written on education, a work presents himself with a professed and deterentitled Levana; distinguished by keen prac- mined singularity: his language itself is a stone tical sagacity, as well as generous sentiment, of stumbling to the critic; to critics of the and a certain sober magnificence of speculation; grammarian species, an unpardonable, often the whole presented in that singular style which an insuperable, rock of offence. Not that he characterizes the man. Germany is rich in is ignorant of grammar, or disdains the sciences works on Education ; richer at present than of spelling and parsing; but he exercises both any other country: it is there only that some in a certain latitudinarian spirit; deals with echo of the Lockes and Miltons, speaking of astonishing liberality in parentheses, dashes, this high matter, may still be heard ; and speak- and subsidiary clauses; invents hundreds of ing of it in the language of our own time, with new words, alters old ones, or by hyphen, insight into the actual wants, advantages, chains, pairs, and packs them together into perils, and prospects of this age. Among most jarring combination; in short, produces writers on this subject, Richter holds a high sentences of the most heterogeneous, lumberplace; if we look chiefly at his tendency and ing, interminable kind. Figures without limit aims, perhaps the highest.— The Clavis Fichti- indeed the whole is one tissue of metaphors, ana is a ludicrous performance, known to us and similes, and allusions to all the provinces only by report; but Richter is said to possess of Earth, Sea, and Air, interlaced with epithe merit, while he laughs at Fichte, of under- grammatic breaks, vehement bursts, or sarstanding him; a merit among Fichte's critics, donic turns, interjections, quips, puns, and which seems to be one of the rarest. Report even oaths! A perfect Indian jungle it seems; also, we regret to say, is all that we know of a boundless, unparalleled imbroglio; nothing the Campaner Thal, a Discourse on the Immor- on all sides but darkness, dissonance, confusion cality of the Soul; one of Richter's beloved worse confounded! Then the style of the topics, or rather the life of his whole philosophy, whole corresponds, in perplexity and extrava
• From airJávojau, to feel. A word invented by gance, with that of the paris. Every work, be it Baumgarten, (some eighty years ago,) to express gener- | in fiction or serious treatise, is embaled in some ally the Science of the Fine Arts; and now in universal fantastic wrappage, some mad narrative acuse among the Germans. Perhaps we also might as counting for its appearance, and connecting it well adopt it; at least if any such science should ever with the author, who generally becomes a perurise among us.
son of the drama himself, before all is over. from its proper centre, his intellectual universe, He has a whole imaginary geography of Europe no longer a distorted, incoherent series of airin his novels; the cities of Flachsenfingen, landscapes, coalesces into compact expansion; Haarhaar, Scheerau, and so forth, with their a vast, magnificent, and variegated scene; full, princes, and privy-councillors, and serene indeed, of wondrous products, and rude, it highdesses; most of whom, odd enough fel may be, and irregular; but gorgeous, and lows every way, are Richter's private acquaint- varied, and ample; gay with the richest verances, talk with him of state matters, (in the dure and foliage, and glittering in the brightest purest Tory dialect,) and often incite him to get and kindest sun. on with his writing. No story proceeds without Richter has been called an intellectual Cothe must erratic digressions, and voluminous lossus; and in truth it is still somewhat in this tagrags rolling after it in many a snaky twine. light that we view him. His faculties are all Ever and anon there occurs some" Extra-leaf,” of gigantic mould; cumbrous, awkward in their with its satirical petition, programme, or other movements; large and splendid rather than wonderful intercalation, no mortal can foresee harmonious or beautiful; yet joined in living on what. It is, indeed, a mighty maze; and union, and of force and compass altogether often the panting reader toils after him in vain, extraordinary. He has an intellect vehement, or, baffled and spent, indignantly stops short, rugged, irresistible; crushing in pieces the and retires perhaps for ever.
hardest problems; piercing into the most hidAll this, we must admit, is true of Richter; den combinations of things, and grasping the but much more is true also. Let us not turn most distant: an imagination vague, sombre, from him after the first cursory glance, and splendid, or appalling; brooding over the imagine we have settled his account by the abysses of Being; wandering through Infiniwords Rhapsody and Affectation. They are tude, and summoning before us, in its dim recheap words we allow, and of sovereign po- ligious light, shapes of brilliancy, solemnity, tency; we should see, therefore, that they be or terror: a fancy of exuberance literally unnot rashly applied. Many things in Richter exampled; for it pours its treasures with a accord ill with such a theory. There are rays lavishness which knows no limit, hanging, like of the keenest truth, nay, steady pillars of the sun, a jewel on every grass-blade, and scientific light rising through this chaos: Is it sowing the earth at large with orient pearl. But in fact a chaos, or may it be that our eyes are deeper than all these lies Humour, the ruling not of infinite vision, and have only missed the quality with Richter; as it were the central fire plan? Few rhapsodists are men of science, that pervades and vivifies his whole being. He of solid learning, of rigorous study, and ac- is a humorist from his inmost soul; he thinks curate, extensive, nay, universal knowledge ; as a humorist, he feels, imagines, acts as a as he is. With regard to affectation, also, there humorist: Sport is the element in which his is much to be said. The essence of affecta- nature lives and works. A tumultuous element tion is that it be assumed: the character is, as for such a nature, and wild work he makes in it were, forcibly crushed into some foreign it! A Titan in his sport as in his earnestness, mould, in the hope of being thereby reshaped he oversteps all bound, and riots without law and beautified; the unhappy man persuades or measure. He heaps Pelion upon Ossa, and himself that he is in truth a new and wonder- hurls the universe together and asunder like a fally engaging creature, and so he moves about case of playthings. The Moon“ bombards" with a conscious air, though every movement the Earth, being a rebellious satellite; Mars betrays not symmetry, but dislocation. This it is “preaches” to the other planets very singular to be affected, to walk in a vain show. But the doctrine; nay, we have Time and Space themstrangeness alone is no proof of the vanity. selves playing fantastic tricks: it is an infinite Many men that move smoothly in the old es- masquerade; all Nature is gone forth mumtablished railways of custom will be found ming in the strangest guises. to have their affectation; and perhaps here
Yet the anarchy is not without its purpose; and there some divergent genius be accused these vizards are not mere hollow masks; but of it unjustly. The show, though common, may there are living faces beneath them, and this not cease to be vain ; nor become so for being mumming has its significance. Richter is a man uncommon. Before we censure a man for of mirth, but he seldom or never conuescends to seeming what he is not, we should be sure that be a merry-andrew. Nay, in spite of its extravawe know what he is. As to Richter in parti- gance, we should say that his humour is of all cular, we think it but fair to observe, that his gifts intrinsically the finest and most genustrange and tumultuous as he is, there is a ine. It has such witching turns; there is somecertain benign composure visible in his thing in it so capricious, so quaint, so heartfelt. writings; a mercy, a gladness, a reverence, From his Cyclopean workshop, and its fuligiunited in such harmony, as we cannot but nous limbecs, and huge unwieldy machinery, think bespeaks not a false, but a genuine state the little shrivelled, twisted figure comes forth of mind; not a feverish and morbid, but a at last, so perfect and so living, to be for ever healthy and robust state.
laughed at and for ever loved! Wayward as The secret of the matter, perhaps, is that he seems, he works not without forethought; Richter requires more study than most readers like Rubens, by a single stroke, he can change care to give; for, as we approach more closely, a laughing face into a sad one. But in his many things grow clearer. In the man's own smile itself, a touching pathos may lie hidden, sphere there is consistency; the farther we ad- a pity too deep for tears. He is a man of feel vance into it, we see confusion more and more ing, in the noblest sense of that word; for he anfold itself int) order till at last, viewed I loves all living with the heart of a brother; his seul rushes forth, in sympathy with gladness but in still smiles, which lie far deeper. It and sorrow, with goodness or grandeur, over is a sort of inverse sublimity; exalting, as it all creation. Every gentle and generous affec- were, into our affections what is below us, tion, every thrill of mercy, every glow of while sublimity draws down into our affections nobleness, awakens in bis bosom a response, what is above us. The former is scarcely less nay, strikes his spirit into harmony; a wild precious or heart-affecting than the latter; permusic as of wind-harps, floating round us in haps it is still rarer, and, as a test of genius, still fitful swells, but soft sometimes, and pure and more decisive. It is, in fact, the bloom and soul-entrancing as the song of angels! Aver- perfume, the purest effluence of a deep, fine, sion itself with him is not hatred; he despises and loving naiure; a nature in harmony with much, but justly, with tolerance also, with itself, reconciled to the world and its stintedplacidity, and even a sort of love. Love, in ness and contradiction, nay, finding in this fact, is the atmosphere he breathes in, the me- very contradiction new elements of beauty as dium through which he looks. His is the well as goodness. Among our own writers, spirit which gives life and beauty to whatever Shakspeare in this as in all other provinces, it embraces. Inanimate Nature itself is no must have his place : yet not the first; his longer an insensible assemblage of colours humour is heartfelt, exuberant, warm, but seland perfumes, but a mysterious Presence, with dom the tenderest or most subtile. Swift inwhich he communes in unutterable sympathies. clines more to simple irony; yet he had genuWe might call him, as he once called Herder," a ine humour too, and of no unloving sort, though Priest of Nature, a mild Bramin,” wandering cased, like Ben Jonson's, in a most bitter and amid spicy groves, and under benignant skies. caustic rind. Sterne follows next; our last The infinite Night with her solemn aspects, specimen of humour, and, with all his faults, Day, and the sweet approach of Even and our best; our finest, if not our strongest, for Morn, are full of meaning for him. He loves Yorick, and Corporal Trim, and Uncle Toby, have the green Earth with her streams and forests, yet no brother but in Don Quixote, far as he lies her flowery leas and eternal skies; loves her above them. Cervantes is indeed the purest with a sort of passion, in all her vicissitudes of all humourists; so gentle and genial, so full of light and shade ; his spirit revels in her yet so ethereal, is his humour, and in such acgrandeur and charms; expands like the breeze cordance with itself and his whole noble naover wood and lawn, over glade and dingle, ture. The Italian mind is said to abound in stealing and giving odours.
humour; yet their classics seem to give us It has sometimes been made a wonder that no right emblem of il: except, perhaps, in things so discordant should go together; that Ariosto, there appears little in their current men of humour are often likewise men of sen- poetry that reaches the region of true humour. sibility. But the wonder should rather be to in France, since the days of Montaigne, it seems see them divided; to find true genial humour to be nearly extinct. Voltaire, much as he dealt dwelling in a mind that was coarse or callous. in ridicule, never rises into humour; and even The essence of humour is sensibility; warm, with Molière, it is far more an affair of the un. tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence. derstanding than of the character. Nay, we may say that unless seasoned and That in this point, Richter excels all German purified by humour, sensibility is apt to run authors, is saying much for him, and may be wild; will readily corrupt into disease, false- said truly. Lessing has humour,-of a sharp, hood, or, in one word, sentimentality. Wit- rigid, substantial, and on the whole, genial sort : ness Rousseau, Zimmermann, in some points yet the ruling bias of his mind is to logic. So also St. Pierre : to say nothing of living in- likewise has Wieland, though much diluted by stances; or of the Kotzebues, and other pale the general loquacily of his nature, and impohosts of wobegone mourners, whose wailings, verished still farther by the intluences of a like the howl of an Irish wake, from time to cold, meagre, French skepticism. Among the time cleft the general ear. The last perfection Ramlers, Gellerts, Hagedorus, of Frederick the of our faculties, says Schiller with a truth far Second's time, we find abundance, and delicate deeper than it seems, is that their activity, with in kind too, of that light matter which the out ceasing to be sure and earnest, become sport. French call pleasantry; bui little or nothing True humour is sensibility, in the most catholic that deserves the name of humour. In the and deepest sense; but it is this sport of sensi- present age, however, there is Goethe, with a bility; wholesome and perfect therefore ; as it rich true vein; and this sublimated, as it were, were,
the playful teasing fondness of a mother to an essence, and blended in still union with to her child.
his whole mind. Tieck also, among his many That faculty of irony, of caricature, which fine susceptibilities, is not without a warm keen often passes by the name of humour, but con- sense for ihe ridiculous; and a humour rising, sists chiefly in a certain superficial distortion though by short fits, and from a much lower or reversal of objects, and ends at best in atmosphere, to be poetic. But of all these men, laughter, bears no resemblance to the humour there is none that, in depth, copiousness, and of Richter. A shallow endowment this; and intensity of humour, can be compared with often more a habit than an endowment. It is Jean Paul. He alone exists in humour; lives, but a poor fraction of humour; or rather, it is moves, and has his being in it. With him it the body to which the soul is wanting; any is not so much united to his other; alities, of life it has being false, artificial, and irrational. intellect, fancy, imagination, mora. feeling, as True humour springs not more from the head these re united to it; or rather unite them•han from the heart; it is not contempt, its selves to it, and grow under its warmth, as in essence is love; it issues not in laughter, their proper temperature and climate. Not as if we meant to assert that his humour is in all in sincerity of heart, joyfully, and with undicases perfectly natural and pure; nay, that it vided will. A harmonious development of being, is not often extravagant, untrue, or ever ab- the first and last object of all true culture, has surd: but still, on the whole, the core and life of therefore been attained ; if not completely, at it are genuine, subtile, spiritual. Not without least more completely than in one of a thousand reason have his panegyrists named him Jeon ordinary men. Nor let us forget, that in such a Paul der Einzige," Jean Paul the Only:" in nature, it was not of easy attainment; that one sense or the other, either as praise or cen- where much was to be developed, some imper. sure, his critics also must adopt this epithet; fection should be forgiven. It is true, the for surely, in the whole circle of literature, beaten paths of literature lead the safeliest to we look in vain for his parallel. Unite the the goal; and the talent pleases us most, which sportfulness of Rabellais, and the best sensibi- submits to shine with new gracefulness through lity of Sterne, with the earnestness, and, even old forms. Nor is the noblest and most pecuin slight portions, the sublimity of Milton; and iar mind too noble or peculiar for working by and let the mosaic brain of old Burton give prescribed laws : Sophocles, Shakspeare, Cer. forth the workings of this strange union, with vantes, and in Richter's own age, Goethe, how the pen of Jeremy Bentham!
little did they innovate on the given forms of To say how, with so peculiar a natural en composition, how much in the spirit they :wmeni, Richter should have shaped his breathed into them! All this is true ; and
ind by culture, is much harder than to say Richter must lose of our esteem in proportion. at he has shaped it wrong. Of affectation Much, however, will remain; and why should e will neither altogether clear him, nor very we quarrel with the high, because it is not the vudly pronounce him guilty. That his man- highest ? Richter's worst faults are nearly alwer of writing is singular, nay, in fact, a wild lied to his best merits; being chiefly exuberomplicated Arabesque, no one can deny. But ance of good, irregular squandering of wealth, che Tue question is,-how nearly does this a dazzling with excess of true light. These manner of writing represent his real manner things may be pardoned the more readily, as of thinking and existing? With what degree they are little likely to be imitated. of freedom does it allow this particular form On the whole, Genius has privileges of its of being to manifest itself; or what fetters and own; it selects an orbit for itself; and be this perversions does it lay on such manifestation ? never so eccentric, if it is indeed a celestial For the great law of culture is : Let each be- orbit, we mere star-gazers must at last comcome all that he was created capable of being; pose ourselves; must cease to cavil at it, and expand, if possible, to his full growth; resist- begin to observe it, and calculate its laws. ing all impediments, casting off all foreign, That Richter is a new planet in the intellecespecially all noxious adhesions; and show tual heavens, we dare not affirm; an atmohimself at length in his own shape and stature, spheric meteor he is not wholly; perhaps a be these what they may. There is no uniform comet, that, though with long aberrations, and of exc-lence, either in physical or spiritual shrouded in a nebulous veil, has yet its place nature: all genuine things are what they ought in the empyrean. to be. The reindeer is good and beautiful, so Of Richter's individual works, of his opinions, likewise is the elephant. In literature it is the his general philosophy of life, we have no room same: “every man,” says Lessing, “has his left us to speak. Regarding his novels, we may own style, like his own nose." True, there say, that, except in some few instances, and are noses of wonderful dimensions; but no those chiefly of the shorter class, they are not nose can justly be amputated by the public, what, in strict language, we can term unities: not even the nose of Slawkenbergius himself: with much callida junctura of parts, it is rare so it be a real nose, and no wooden one, put on that any of them leaves on us the impression for deception's sake and mere show.
of a perfect, homogeneous, indivisible whole To speak in grave language, Lessing means, A true work of art requires to be fused in the and we agree with him, that the outward style mind of its creator, and as it were, poured forth is to be judged of by the inward qualities of (from his imagination, though not from his the spirit which it is employed to body forth; pen) at one simultaneous gush. Richter's that, without prejudice to critical propriety, works do not always bear sufficient marks of well understood, the former may vary into having been in fusion; yet neither are they many shapes as the latter varies; that, in merely riveted together: to say the least, they short, the grand point for a writer is not to be have been welded. A similar remark applies of this or that external make and fashion, but, to many of his characters; indeed, more or in every fashion, to be genuine, vigorous, alive, less, to all of them, except such as are entirely -alive with his whole being, consciously, and humourous, or have a large dash of humour. In for beneficent results.
this latter province, certainly he is at home; a Tried by this test, we imagine Richter's wild true poet, a maker: his Siebenkäs, his Schmelzle, manner will be found less imperfect than many even his Fibel and Fixlein are living figures. a very tame one. To the man it may not be But in heroic personages, passionate, massive, unsuitable. In that singular form, there is a overpowering as he is, we have scarcely ever fire, a splendour, a benign energy, which per- a complete ideal; art has not attained to the suades us into tolerance, nay into love, of much concealment of itself. With his heroines again that might otherwise offend. Above all, this he is more successful; they are often true heman, alloyed with imperfections as he may be, roines, though perhaps with too little variety is consistent and coherent: he is at one with of character; bustling, buxom mothers and himself; he knows his aims, and pursues them housewives, with all the caprices, perversities,
and warm, generous helpfulness of women ; fearlessness, but also with the martyr reven or white, half-angelic creatures, meek, still, rence, of men that love Truth, and will not aclong-suffering, high-minded, of tenderest affec-cept a lie. A frank, fearless, honest, yet truly tions, and hearts crushed yet uncomplaining. spiritual faith is of all things the rarest in our Supernatural figures he has not attempted ; time. and wisely, for he cannot write without belief. Of writings which, though with many reserYet many times he exhibits an imagination of vations, we have praised so much, our hesitata singularity, nay, on the whole, of a truth and ing readers may demand some specimen. To grandeur, unexampled elsewhere. In his dreams unbelievers, unhappily, we have none of a there is a mystic complexity, a gloom, and amid convincing sort to give. Ask us not to reprethe dim, gigantic, half-ghastly shadows, gleam- sent the Peruvian forests by three twigs pluckings of a wizard splendour, which almost recalled from them ; or the cataracts of the Nile by to us the visions of Ezekiel. By readers who a handful of its water! To those, meanwhile, have studied the Dream in the New-year's Eve who will look on twigs as mere dissevered we shall not be mistaken.
twigs, and a handful of water as only so many Richter's Philosophy, a matter of no ordinary drops, we present the following: It is a suminterest, both as it agrees with the common mer Sunday night; Jean Paul is taking leave philosophy of Germany, and disagrees with it, of the Hukelum Parson and his wife; like him must not be touched on for the present. One we have long laughed at them or wept for them; only observation we shall make: it is not me like him, also, we are sad to part from them. chanical, or skeptical; it springs not from the “We were all of us too deeply moved. We forum or the laboratory, but from the depths at last tore ourselves asunder from repeated of the human spirit; and yields as its fairest embraces; my friend retired with the soul product a noble system of morality, and the whom he loves. I remained alone behind firmest conviction of religion. In this latter with the Night. point we reckon him peculiarly worthy of “And I walked without aim through woods, study. To a careless reader he might seem through valleys, and over brooks, and through the wildest of infidels; for nothing can exceed sleeping villages, to enjoy the great Night, like the freedom with which he bandies to and fro the a Day. I walked, and still looked, like the dogmas of religion, nay, sometimes, the highest magnet, to the region of midnight, to strength. objects of Christian reverence. There are pas- en my heart at the gleaming twilight, al this sages of this sort, which will occur to every upstretching aurora of a morning beneath our reader of Richter ; but which, not to fall into the feet. White night-butterflies fitted, white bloserror we have already blamed in Madame de soms fluttered, white stars fell, and the white Staël, we shall refrain from quoting. More light snow-powder hung silvery in the high Shadow is in the following: “Or," inquires he, in his of the Earth, which reaches beyond the Moon, usual abrupt way, (Note to Schmelzle's Journey,) and which is our Night. Then began the " Or are all your Mosques, Episcopal Churches, Æolian Harp of the Creation to tremble and to Pagodas, Chapels of Ease, Tabernacles, and sound, blown on from above; and my immor. Pantheons, any thing else but the Ethnic Fore- tal Soul was a string in this harp.-The heart court of the Invisible Temple and its Holy of of a brother, everlasting Man, swelled under Holies?" Yet, independently of all dogmas, the everlasting heaven, as the seas swell under nay, perhaps in spite of many, Richter is, in the sun and under the moon.—The distant the highest sense of the word, religious. A village clocks struck midnight, mingling, as it reverence, not a self-interested fear, but a noble were, with the ever-pealing tone of ancient reverence for the spirit of all goodness, forms Eternity.—The limbs of my buried ones the crown and glory of his culture. The fiery touched cold on my soul, and drove away its elements of his nature have been purified blots, as dead hands heal eruptions of the skin. under holy influences, and chastened by al-I walked silently through little hamlets, and principle of mercy and humility into peace close by their outer church-yards, where crum. and well-doing. An intense and continual bled upcast coffin-boards were glimmering, faith in man's immortality and native grandeur while ihe once bright eyes that had lain in accompanies him ; from amid the vortices of them were mouldered into gray ashes. Cold life he looks up to a heavenly loadstar; the thought! clutch not like a cold spectre at my solution of what is visible and transient, he heart: I look up to the starry sky, and an everfinds in what is invisible and eternal. He has lasting chain stretches thither, and over, and doubted, he denies, yet he believes. " When, below; and all is Life and Warmth, and Light, in your last hour,” says he, (Levana, p. 251,) and all is Godlike or God. . . “when, in your last hour, (think of this,) all “ Towards morning, I described thy late faculty in the broken spirit shall fade away lights, little city of my dwelling, which I beand die into inanity,-imagination, thought, long to on this side the grave; I returned to effort, enjoyment,—then at last will the night- the Earth; and in thy steeples, behind the byflower of Belief alone continue blooming, and advanced great midnight, it struck half-past refresh with its perfumes in the last darkness.” two: about this hour, in 1794, Mars went down
To reconcile these seeming contradictions, in the west, and the Moon rose in the east; and to explain the grounds, the manner, the con- my soul desired, in grief for the noble warlike gruity of Richter's belief, cannot be attempted blood which is still streaming on the blossoms here. We recommend him to the study, the of spring : 'Ah, retire, bloody War, like red Tolerance, and even the praise, of all men who Mars: and thou, still Peace, come forth like have inquired into this highest of questions the mild divided Moon !'”—End of Quintus with a right spirit; inquired with the martyr | Fixlein.