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children, a boy and two girls, are beautiful, healthy, well-conditioned creatures. I had a hearty pleasure in them; they recalled other dear children to my thoughts, whom I had lately been beside!

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seen in Hamburgh. Jean Paul said he at no moment doubted, but the Germans, like the Spaniards, would one day rise, and Prussia would avenge its disgrace, and free the coundid not deny that he was bringing him up for try; he hoped his son would live to see it, and a soldier.

"With continual copiousness and in the best humour, Jean Paul (we were now at table) expatiated on all manner of objects. Among the rest, I had been charged with a to my purpose, having to set out next morning "October 25th.-I staid to supper, contrary salutation from Rahel Levin to him, and the early. The lady was so kind, and Jean Paul modest question, Whether he remembered himself so trustful and blithe, I could not withher still?' His face beamed with joyful satis-stand their entreaties. At the neat and wellfaction: How could one forget such a per- furnished table (reminding you that South son?' cried he impressively. That is a woman Germany was now near) the best humour alone of her kind: I liked her heartily well, and reigned. Among other things we had a good more now than ever, as I gain in sense an ap- laugh at this, that Jean Paul offered me an inprehension to do it; she is the only woman introduction to one of, what he called his dearest whom I have found genuine humour, the one woman of this world who had humour!' He called me a lucky fellow to have such a friend; and asked, as if proving me and measuring my value, 'How I had deserved that?'

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Monday, 24th October.-Being invited, I went a second time to dine. Jean Paul had just returned from a walk; his wife, with one of the children, was still out. We came upon his writings; that questionable string with most authors, which the one will not have you touch, which another will have you keep jingling continually. He was here what I expected him to be; free, unconstrained, goodnatured, and sincere with his whole heart. His 'Dream of a Madman,' just published by Cotta, was what had led us upon this. He said he could write such things at any time; the mood for it, when he was in health, lay in his own power; he did but seat himself at the harpsichord, and fantasying for a while on it, in the wildest way, deliver himself over to the feeling of the moment, and then write his imaginings, according to a certain predetermined course, indeed, which however he would often alter as he went on. In this kind he had once undertaken to write a 'Hell,' such as mortal never heard of; and a great deal of it is actually done, but not fit for print. Speaking of descriptive composition, he also started as in fright when I ventured to say that Goethe was less complete in this province; he reminded me of two passages in Werter,' which are indeed among the finest descriptions. He said that to describe any scene well the poet must make the bosom of a man his camera obscura, and look at it through this, then would he see it poetically.

friends in Stuttgart, and then was obliged to give it up, having irrevocably forgotten his name! Of a more serious sort again was our conversation about Tieck, Friedrich and Wilschool. He seemed in ill humour with Tieck helm Schlegel, and others of the romantic at the moment.

is a consecrated head; he has a place of his Of Goethe he said: Goethe own, high above us all.' We spoke of Goethe afterwards for some time: Jean Paul, with more and more admiration, nay, with a sort of fear and awe-struck reverence.

dessert. On a sudden, Jean Paul started up, "Some beautiful fruit was brought in for gave me his hand, and said: Forgive me, I must go to bed! Stay you here in God's name, for it is still early, and chat with my wife; there is much to say, between you, which my talking has kept back. I am a Spiessburger, (of the Club of Odd Fellows,) and my hour is come for sleep.' He took a candle, and said, good night. We parted with great cordiality, and the wish expressed on both sides, that I might stay at Baireuth another time."

loose-flowing talk, his careless variable judg These biographic phenomena; Jean Paul's ments of men and things; the prosaic basis of the free-and-easy in domestic life with the poetic Shandean, Shakspearean, and even Dantesque, that grew from it as its public outcome; all this Varnhagen had to rhyme and reconcile for himself as he best could. The loose-flowing talk and variable judgments, the fact that Richter went along, "looking only right before him as with blinders on," seemed to Varnhagen a pardonable, nay, an amiable peculiarity, the mark of a trustful, spontaneThe conversation turned on public occurous, artless nature; connected with whatever rences, on the condition of Germany, and the whole (what we at a distance have always was best in Jean Paul. He found him on the oppressive rule of the French. To me discus- done) " a genuine and noble man: no decepsions of that sort are usually disagreeable; but tion or impunity exists in his life: he is altoit was delightful to hear Jean Paul express, on gether as he writes, loveable, hearty, robust, such occasion, his noble patriotic sentiments; and brave. A valiant man I do believe: did and for the sake of this rock-island I willingly the cause summon, I fancy he would be reaswam through the empty tide of uncertain dier with his sword too than the most." And news and wavering suppositions which envi-so we quit our loved Jean Paul, and his simroned it. What he said was deep, considerate, hearty, valiant, German to the marrow of the bone. I had to tell him much; of Napoleon, whom he knew only by portraits; of Johannes von Müller; of Fichte, whom he now as a patriot admired cordially; of the Marquez de la Romana and his Spaniards, whom I had

ple little Baireuth home. The lights are blown out there, the fruit platters swept away, a dozen years ago, and all is dark now,-swallowed in the long night. Thanks to Varnhagen that he has, though imperfectly, rescued any glimpse of it, one scene of it, still visible to eyes, by the magic of pen and ink

The next picture that strikes us is not a | again as far as Marcheck; that, in the event family-piece, but a battle-piece: Deutsch-Wag- of a battle on the morrow, he might act on the ram, in the hot weather of 1809; whither enemy's right flank. With us too a resolute Varnhagen, with a great change of place and engagement was arranged. On the 4th of plan, has wended, proposing now to be a sol- July, in the evening, we were ordered, if there. dier, and rise by fighting the tyrannous French. was cannonading in the night, to remain quiet It is a fine picture; with the author's best ta- till daybreak; but at daybreak to be under lent in it. Deutsch-Wagram village is filled arms. Accordingly, so soon as it was dark, with soldiers of every uniform and grade; in there began before us, on the Danube, a vioall manner of movements and employments; lent fire of artillery; the sky glowed ever and Archduke Karl is heard "fantasying for an anon with the cannon flashes, with the courses hour on the piano-forte," before his serious ge- of bombs and grenadoes: for nearly two hours neralissimo duties begin. The Marchfeld has this thunder-game lasted on both sides; for its camp, the Marchfeld is one great camp of the French had begun their attack almost at many nations-Germans, Hungarians, Italians, the same time with ours, and while we were Madshars; advanced sentinels walk steadily, striving to ruin their works on the Lobau, drill serjeants bustle, drums beat; Austrian they strove to burn Enzersdorf town, and ruin generals gallop, "in blue-gray coat and red ours. The Austrian cannon could do little breeches"-combining "simplicity with con- against the strong works on the Lobau. On spicuousness." Faint on our south-western the other hand, the enemy's attack began to horizon appears the Stephans-thurm (St. Ste-tell; in his object was a wider scope, more phen's Steeple) of Vienna; south, over the Danube, are seen endless French hosts defiling towards us, with dust and glitter, along the hill-roads; one may hope, though with misgivings, there will be work soon.

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decisive energy; his guns were more numerous, more effectual: in a short time Enzersdorf burst out in flames, and our artillery struggled without effect against their superiority of force. The region round had been illuminated for some time with the conflagration of that little town, when the sky grew black with heavy thunder: the rain poured down, the flames dwindled, the artillery fired seldomer, and at length fell silent altogether. A frightful thunder-storm, such as no one thought he had ever seen, now raged over the broad Marchfeld, which shook with the crashing of the thunder, and, in the pour of rainfloods and howl of winds, was in such a roar, that even the artillery could not have been heard in it."

On the morrow morning, in spite of Austria and the war of elements, Napoleon, with his endless hosts, and "six hundred pieces of artillery" in front of them, is across, advancing like a conflagration, and soon the whole March

Meanwhile, in every regiment there is but one tent, a chapel, used also for shelter to the chief officers; you, a subaltern, have to lie on the ground, in your own dug trench, to which, if you can contrive it, some roofing of branches and rushes may be added. It is burning sun and dust, occasionally it is thunder-storm and water-spouts; a volunteer, if it were not for the hope of speedy battle, has a poor time of it: your soldiers speak little, except unintelegible Bohemian Sclavonic; your brother ensigns know nothing of Xenophon, Jean Paul, of patriotism, or the higher philosophies; hope only to be soon back at Prague, where are billiards and things suitable. "The following days were heavy and void: the great summer-heat had withered the grass and grove; the willows of the Russ-feld, far and wide, is in a blaze. bach were long since leafless, in part bark- "Ever stronger batteries advanced, ever less; on the endless plain fell nowhere a sha- larger masses of troops came into action; the dow; only dim dust-clouds, driven up by whole line blazed with fire, and moved forsudden whirlblasts, veiled for a moment the ward and forward. We, from our higher poglaring sky, and sprinkled all things with a sition, had hitherto looked at the evolutions hot rain of sand. We gave up drilling as im- and fightings before us, as at a show; but now possible, and crept into our earth-holes." It the battle had got nigher; the air over us sang is feared, too, there will be no battle: Varnha-with cannon-balls, which were lavishly hurled gen has thoughts of making off to the fighting at us, and soon our batteries began to bellow Duke of Brunswick-Oels, or some other that in answer. The infantry got orders to lie flat will fight. "However," it would seem, "the on the ground, and the enemy's balls at first worst trial was already over. After a hot, did little execution; however, as they kept inwearying, wasting day, which promised no cessantly advancing, the regiments ere long thing but a morrow like it, there arose on the stood to their arms. The Archduke General30th of June, from beyond the Danube, a issimo, with his staff, came galloping along, sound of cannon-thunder; a solacing refresh- drew bridle in front of us; he gave his comment to the languid soul! A party of French, mands; looked down into the plain, where the as we soon learned, had got across from the French still kept advancing. You saw by his Lobau, by boats, to a little island named Mühle- face that he heeded not danger or death, that ninsel, divided only by a small arm from our he lived altogether in his work; his whole side of the river; they had then thrown a bearing had got a more impressive aspect, a bridge over this too, with defences; our bat-loftier determination, full of joyous courage, teries at Esslingen were for hindering the enemy's passing there, and his nearest cannons about the Lobau made answer." On the fourth day after,

which he seemed to diffuse round him; the soldiers looked at him with pride and trust, many voices saluted him. He had ridden a little towards Baumersdorf, when an adjutant "Archduke John got orders to advance came galloping back, and cried: "Volunteers

forward!" In an instant, almost the whole tragical, comical, of mixed character; always company of Captain Marais stept out as volunteers we fancied it was to storm the enemy's nearest battery, which was advancing through the corn-fields in front; and so, cheering with loud shout, we hastened down the declivity, when a second adjutant came in with the order that we were but to occupy the Russbach, defend the passage of it, and not to fire till the enemy was quite close. Scattering ourselves into skirmishing order, behind willow-trunks, and high corn, we waited with firelocks ready; covered against cannon-balls, but hit by musket shots and howitzer grenades, which the enemy sent in great numbers to our quarter. About an hour we waited here, in the incessant roar of the artillery, which shot both ways over our heads; with regret we soon remarked that the enemy's were superior, at least, in number, and delivered twice as many shots as ours, which, however, was far better served; the more did we admire the active zeal and valorous endurance by which the unequal match was nevertheless maintained.

dramatic, and vividly given. We have a grand Schwartzenberg Festival, and the Emperor himself, and all high persons present in grand gala, with music, light, and crowned goblets, in a wooden pavilion, with upholstery and draperies: a rag of drapery flutters the wrong way athwart some wax-light, shrivels itself up in quick fire, kindles the other draperies, kindles the gums and woods, and all blazes into swift choking ruin; a beautiful Princess Schwartzenberg, lost in the mad tumult, is found on the morrow as ashes amid the ashes! Then also there are soirces of Imperial notabilities; "the gentlemen walking about in varied talk, wherein you detect a certain cautiousness; the ladies all solemnly ranged in their chairs, rather silent for ladies." Berthier is a "man of composure," no! without higher capabilities. Denon, in spite of his kind speeches, produces an ill effect on one; and in his habit habile, with court-rapier and lace-cuffs, "looks like a dizened ape." Cardinal Maury in red stockings, he that was once Abbe Maury, "pet son of the scarlet woman," whispers diplomatically in your ear, in passing, Nous avons beaucoup de joie de vous voir ici. But the thing that will best of all suit us here, is the presentation to Napoleon himself:

"The Emperor Napoleon meanwhile saw, with impatience, the day passing on without a decisive result; he had calculated on striking the blow at once, and his great accumulated force was not to have directed itself all hitherward in vain. Rapidly he arranged his troops for storming. Marshal Bernadotte got orders "On Sunday, the 22d of Ju., (1810,) was to press forward, over Atterkla, towards Wa-to be the Emperor's first levee after that fatal gram; and, by taking this place, break the occurrence of the fire; and we were told it middle of the Austrian line. Two deep storm- would be uncommonly fine and grand. In ing columns were at the same time to advance, Berlin I had often accidentally seen Napoleon, on the right and left, from Baumersdorf over and afterwards at Vienna and Schönbrunn; the Russbach; to scale the heights of the Aus- but always too far off for a right impression trian position, and sweep away the troops of him. At Prince Schwartzenberg's festival, there. French infantry had, in the mean while, the look of the man, in that whirl of horrible got up close to where we stood; we skirmish- occurrences, had effaced itself again. I asers were called back from the Russbach, and sume, therefore, that I saw him for the first again went into the general line; along the time now, when I saw him rightly, near at whole extent of which a dreadful fire of mus- hand, with convenience, and a sufficient length ketry now began. This monstrous noise of of time. The frequent opportunities I afterthe universal, never-ceasing crack of shots, wards had, in the Tuileries and at St. Cloud, and still more, that of the infinite jingle of iron, (in the latter place especially, at the brilliant in handling more than twenty thousand mus- theatre, open only to the Emperor and his kets, all crowded together here, was the only guests, where Talma, Fleury, and La Raucourt new and entirely strange impression that I, in figured,) did but confirm, and, as it were, comthese my first experiences in war, could say I plete that first impression. had got; all the rest was in part conformable to my preconceived notion, in part even below it: but every thing, the thunder of artillery never so numerous, every noise, I had heard or figured, was trifling, in comparison with this continuous storm-tumult of the small arms, as we call them-that weapon by which indeed our modern battles do chiefly become deadly."

"We had driven to the Tuileries, and arrived through a great press of guards and people at a chamber, of which I had already heard, under the name of Sille des Ambassa deurs. The way in which, here in this narrow ill-furnished pen, so many high personages stood jammed together, had something ludicrous and insulting in it, and was indeed the material of many a Paris jest.-The richest uniforms and court dresses were, with difficulty and anxiety, struggling hitherward and

What boots it? Ensign Varnhagen and Generalissimo Archduke Karl are beaten; have to retreat in the best possible order. thitherward; intermixed with Imperial liveries The sun of Wagram sets as that of Austerlitz had done; the war has to end in submission and marriage; and, as the great Atlantic tidestream rushes into every creck and alters the current there, so for our Varnhagen too a new chapter opens-the diplomatic one, in Paris first of all. Varnhagen's experiences "At the Court of Napoleon," as one of his sections is headed, are extremely entertaining. They are

of men handing refreshments, who always, by the near peril, suspended every motion of those about them. The talk was loud and vivacious on all sides; people seeking acquaintances, seeking more room, seeking better light. Seriousness of mood, and dignified concentra tion of oneself, seemed foreign to all; and what a man could not bring with him, there was nothing here to produce. The whole matter

had a distressful, offensive air; you found | still sounded through. His words were short, yourself ill off, and waited out of humour. My hasty, as if shot from him, and on the most inlook, however, dwelt with especial pleasure on different matters had a passionate rapidity; the members of our Austrian Embassy, whose nay, when he wished to be kindly, it still bearing and demeanour did not discredit the sounded as if he were in anger. Such a raspy, dignity of the old Imperial house.-Prince untamed voice as that of his I have hardly Schwartzenberg, in particular, had a stately heard. aspect; ease without negligence, gravity without assumption, and over all an honest goodness of expression; beautifully contrasted with the smirking saloon-activity, the perked up courtierism and pretentious nullity of many here.

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At last the time came for going up to audience. On the first announcement of it, all rushed without order towards the door; you squeezed along, you pushed and shoved your neighbour without ceremony. Chamberlains, pages, and guards, filled the passages and ante-chamber; restless, overdone officiousness struck you here too; the soldiers seemed the only figures that knew how to behave in their business, and this, truly, they had learned, not at Court, but from their drill-sergeants.

"His eyes were dark, overclouded, fixed on the ground before him; and only glanced backwards in side-looks now and then, swift and sharp, on the persons there. When he smiled, it was but the mouth and a part of the cheeks that smiled; brow and eyes remained gloomily motionless. If he constrained these also, as I have subsequently seen him do, his countenance took a still more distorted expression. This union of gloom and smile had something frightfully repulsive in it. I know not what to think of the people who have called this countenance gracious, and its kindliness attractive. Were not his features, though undeniably beautiful in the plastic sense, yet hard and rigourous like marble; foreign to all trust, incapable of any heartness?

"What he said, whenever I heard him speaking, was always trivial both in purport and phraseology; without spirit, without wit, without force, nay, at times, quite poor and ridiculous. Faber, in his 'Notices sur l'Interieur de la France,' has spoken expressly of his questions, those questions which Napoleon was wont to prepare before-hand for certain persons and occasions, to gain credit thereby for acuteness and special knowledge. This is literally true of a visit he had made a short while before to the great Library: all the way on the stairs he kept calling out about that passage in Josephus where Jesus is made mention of; and seemed to have no other task here but that of showing off this bit of learning; it had altogether the air of a question got by heart. * * His gift lay in saying things sharp, or at least unpleasant; nay, when he wanted to speak in another sort, he often made no more of it than insignificance: thus it befel once, as I myself witnessed in Saint-Cloud, he went through a whole row of ladies, and repeated twenty times merely these three words, "Il fait chaud."

"We had formed ourselves into a half-circle in the Audience Hall, and got placed in several crowded ranks, when the cry of L'Empereur!' announced the appearance of Napoleon, who entered from the lower side of the apartment. In simple blue uniform, his little hat under his arm, he walked heavily towards us. His bearing seemed to me to express the contradiction between a will that would attain something, and a contempt for those by whom it was to be attained. An imposing appearance he would undoubtedly have liked to have; and yet it seemed to him not worth the trouble of acquiring; acquiring, I may say, for by nature he certainly had it not. Thus there alternated in his manner a negligence and a studiedness, which combined themselves only in unrest and dissatisfaction. He turned first to the Austrian Embassy, which occupied one extremity of the halfcircle. The consequences of the unlucky festival gave occasion to various questions and remarks. The Emperor sought to appear sympathetic, he even used words of emotion; but this tone by no means succeeded with him, and accordingly he soon let it drop. To the Russian Ambassador, Kurakin, who stood "At this time there circulated a song on his next, his manner had already changed into a second marriage; a piece composed in the rougher; and in his farther progress some face lowest popular tone, but which doubtless had or some thought must have stung him, for he originated in the higher classes. Napoleon got into violent anger; broke stormfully out on saw his power and splendour stained by a some one or other, not of the most important ballad, and breathed revenge; but the police there, whose name has now escaped me; could no more detect the author than they could be pacified with no answer, but demand- could the circulators. To me among others a ed always new; rated and threatened, and held copy, written in a bad hand and without name, the poor man, for a good space, in tormenting had been sent by the city post; I had privately annihilation. Those who stood nearer, and with friends amused myself over the bur were looking at this scene, not without anx-lesque, and knew it by heart. Altogether at ieties of their own, declared afterwards that there was no cause at all for such fury; that the Emperor had merely been seeking an opportunity to vent his ill humour, and had done so even intentionally on this poor wight, that all the rest might be thrown into due terror, and every opposition beforehand beaten down. "As he walked on, he again endeavoured to speak more mildly; but his jarred humour

the wrong time, exactly as the Emperor, gloomy and sour of humour, was now passing me, the words and tune of that song came into my head: and the more I strove to drive them back, the more decidedly they forced themselves forward; so that my imagination, excited by the very frightfulness of the thing, was getting giddy, and seemed on the point of breaking forth into the deadliest offence,

when happily the audience came to an end; and deep repeated bows accompanied the exit of Napoleon; who to me had addressed none of his words, but did, as he passed, turn on me one searching glance of the eye, with the departure of which it seemed as if a real danger had vanished.

"The Emperor gone, all breathed free, as if disloaded from a heavy burden. By degrees the company again grew loud, and then went over altogether into the noisy disorder and haste which had ruled at the commencement. The French courtiers especially took pains to redeem their late downbent and terrified bearing by a free jocularity now; and even in descending the stairs there arose laughter and quizzing at the levee, the solemnity of which had ended here."

strongest feelings I have ever seen, and the completest mastery of them." Richter addresses her by the title geflügelte, "winged one." Such a Rahel might be worth knowing.

We find, on practical inquiry, that Rahel was of Berlin; by birth a Jewess, in easy not affluent circumstances; who lived, mostly there, from 1771 to 1833. That her youth passed in studies, struggles, disappointed passions, sicknesses, and other sufferings and vivacities to which one of her excitable organization was liable. That she was deep in many spiritual provinces, in poetry, in art, in philosophy;-the first, for instance, or one of the first to recognise the significance of Goethe, and teach the Schlegels to do it. That she wrote nothing; but thought, did, and spoke, many things, which attracted notice, admiration spreading wider and wider. That in 1814 she became the wife of Varnhagen; the loved wife, though her age was forty-three, exceeding his by some twelve years or more, and she could never boast of beauty. That without beauty, without wealth, foreign celebrity, or any artificial nimbus whatsoever, she had grown in her silently progressive way to be the most distinguished woman in Berlin; admired, partly worshipped by all manner of high persons, from Prince Louis of Prussia downwards; making her mother's, and then her husband's house the centre of an altogether brilliant circle there. This is the

Such was Varnhagen von Ense's presentation to Napoleon Bonaparte in the Palace of the Tuileries. What Varnhagen saw remains a possession for him and for us. The judgment he formed on what he saw will-depend upon circumstances. For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing." Napoleon is a man of the sort which Varnhagen elsewhere calls daimonisch, a "demonic man," whose meaning or magnitude is not very measurable by men; who, with his ownness of impulse and insight, with his mystery and strength, in a word, with his originality, (if we will under-"social phenomenon of Rahel.” What farther stand that,) reaches down into the region of the perennial and primeval, of the inarticulate and unspeakable; concerning whom innumerable things may be said, and the right thing not First of all, we have looked at the Portrait said for a long while, or at all. We will leave of Rahel given in these volumes. It is a face him standing on his own basis, at present; full of thought, of affection, and energy; with bullying the hapless, obscure functionary no pretensions to beauty, yet loveable and atthere; declaring to all the world the meteoro-tractive in a singular degree. The strong logical fact, Il fait chaud.

could be readily done to understand such a social phenomenon we have endeavoured to do; with what success the reader shall see.

high brow and still eyes are full of contemplaVarnhagen, as we see, has many things to tion; the long upper lip (sign of genius, some write about; but the thing which beyond all say) protrudes itself to fashion a curved others he rejoices to write about, and would mouth, condemuable in academies, yet beautigladly sacrifice all the rest to, is the memory fully expressive of laughter and affection, of of Rahel, his deceased wife. Mysterious indi- strong endurance, of noble silent scorn; the cations have of late years flitted round us, con- whole countenance looking as with cheerful cerning a certain Rahel, a kind of spiritual clearness through a world of great pain and queen in Germany, who seems to have lived disappointment; one of those faces which the in familiar relation to most of the distinguish- lady meant when she said, "But are not all ed persons of that country in her time. Travel-beautiful faces ugly, then, to begin with?" In lers to Germany, now a numerous sect with us, ask you as they return from æsthetic capitals and circles, “Do you know Rahel?" Marquis Custine, in the "Revue de Paris," (treating of this book of "Rahel's Letters,") says, by experience "She was a woman as extraordinary as Madame de Staël, for her faculties of mind, for her abundance of ideas, her light of soul, and her goodness of heart: she had, moreover, what the author of Corinne' did not pretend to, a disdain for oratory; she did not write. The silence of minds like hers is a force too. With more vanity, a person so superior would have sought to make a public for herself: but Rahel desired only friends. She spoke to communicate the life that was in her; never did she speak to be admired." Goethe testifies that she is a "right woman; with the

the next place, we have read diligently what soever we could anywhere find written about Rahel; and have to remark here that the things written about her, unlike some things written by her, are generally easy to read. Varnhagen's account of their intercourse; of his first young feelings towards her, his long waiting and final meeting of her in snowy weather under the Lindens, in company with a lady whom he knew, his tremulous speaking to her there, the rapid progress of their intimacy; and so onward to love, to marriage: all this is touching and beautiful; a Petrarcan romance, and yet a reality withal.

Finally, we have read in these three thick volumes of Letters,-till in the second thick volume, the reading faculty unhappily broke down, and had to skip largely thenceforth, only diving here and there at a venture with

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