body, of which thought is the soul: the former rises into being together with the latter, and the graces of the one are shadowed forth in the movements of the other. Goethe's language, even to a foreigner, is full of character and secondary-meanings; polished, yet vernacular and cordial, it sounds like the dialect of wise, ancient, and true-hearted men in poetry, brief, sharp, simple, and expressive; in prose, perhaps still more pleasing for it is [at once] concise and full, rich, clear, unpretending and melodious; and the sense, not presented in alternating flashes, piece after piece revealed and withdrawn, rises before us as in continuous dawning, and stands at last simultaneously complete, [and] bathed in the mellowest and ruddiest sunshine. THOMAS CARLYLE. 94. THE HOLY GRAIL. 'FOR on a day she sent to speak with me. Blown, and I thought, 'It is not Arthur's use Nor aught we blow with breath, or touch with hand, And then the music faded, and the Grail Among us; brother, fast thou too and pray, TENNYSON. 95. GOETHE (continued). VIEWED in his merely external relations, Goethe exhibits an appearance such as seldom occurs in the history of letters, and, indeed, from the nature of the case, can seldom occur. A man who, in early life, rising almost at a single bound into the highest reputation over all Europe; by gradual advances, fixing himself more and more firmly in the reverence of his countrymen, ascends silently through many vicissitudes to the supreme intellectual place among them; and now, after half a century, distinguished by convulsions, political, moral, and poetical, still reigns, full of years and honours, with a soft, undisputed sway; still labouring in his vocation, still forwarding, as with kingly benignity, whatever can profit the culture of his nation; such a man might justly attract our notice, were it only by the singularity of his fortune. Supremacies of this sort are rare in modern times; so universal, and of such continuance, they are almost unexampled. For the age of the Prophets and Theologic Doctors has long [since] passed away; and now it is by much slighter, by transient and mere earthly ties, that bodies-of-men connect themselves with a The wisest, most melodious voice cannot in these days pass for a divine one ; the word inspiration still lingers, but only in [the] shape of a poetic figure from which the once earnest, awful, and soul-subduing sense has vanished without return. The polity-of-Literature is called a Republic; oftener it is an Anarchy, where, by strength or fortune, favourite after favourite rises man. into splendour and authority, but, like Masaniello, while judging the people, is on the third day deposed and shot. Nay, few such adventurers can attain even this painful pre-eminence: for, at most, it is clear, any given age can have but one first man; many ages have only a crowd of secondary men, each of whom is first in his own eyes; and seldom, at best, can the 'Single Person' long keep his station at the head of this wild commonwealth; most sovereigns are never universally acknowledged, least of all in their lifetime; few of the acknowledged can reign peaceably to the end.-THOMAS CARLYLE. 96. THE QUALITY OF MERCY. THE quality of mercy is not strain'd, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, And earthly power doth then show likest God's Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice 97. THE AFGHAN WAR. ON the sixth of January the march commenced, under circumstances of depression unparalleled in the annals of mankind. Deep snow covered every inch [of] mountain and plain with one unspotted sheet of dazzling white; and so intensely bitter was the cold, as to penetrate and defy the defence[s] of the warmest clothing. Sad and suffering issued from the British cantonments a confused mass of Europeans and Asiatics, a mingled crowd of combatants and non-combatants, of men of various climes and complexion and habits—part of them peculiarly unfitted to endure the hardship[s] of a rigorous climate, and many of them of a sex and tender age which in general exempts them from such scenes-of-horror. The number of the crowd was large-4,500 fighting men, of whom 700 were Europeans, with six guns and three mountain-train-pieces, and upwards of 12,000 camp-followers. The advance began [to issue] from the cantonments at nine in the morning, and from that time till dark the huge and motley crowd continued to pour out of the gates, which were immediately occupied by a crowd of fanatical Afghans, who rent the air with their exulting cries, and fired without scruple on the retiring troops, by which fifty men were killed. When the cantonments were cleared, all order was lost, and troops and camp-followers, [and] horse and foot-soldiers, baggage public and private, became involved in one inextricable confusion. The shades of night overtook the huge multitude while still pushing their weary course; but the cold surface of the snow reflected the glow of light from the flames of the British residency and other buildings to which the Afghans had applied the torch the moment they were evacuated by our troops. Weary and desperate the men lay down in the snow without [either] food, fire, or covering; and great numbers were frozen to death before the first rays-of-the-sun gilded the summits of the mountains.-ALISON. 98. THE BEAUTY OF THE RHINE SCENERY. He who ascends to mountains-tops, shall find Must look [down] on the hate of those below. And thus reward the toils which to those summits led. Away with these! true wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee, A blending of all beauties: streams and dells, And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, But they who fought are in a bloody shroud, |