Mocking a little while the coming bloom,--- How the wide water, far as we can see, See, there, one almost sinking with its load The high, the low, in pleasure all uniting- In the second passage Mr. Martin shows his decided superiority. Anster shrinks back from the withering sarcasm of the original, whilst Martin gives us the true ring of Goethe's sneer:'O yes! as far as from the earth to heaven! To us, my friend, the times that are gone by Are a mysterious book, sealed with seven seals: That which you call the spirit of ages past Is but, in truth, the spirit of some few authors In which those ages are beheld reflected, With what distortions strange Heaven only knows. Oh! often, what a toilsome thing it is This study of thine, at the first glance we fly it. Furnished with all-approved court-precedents, And wise old saws, learned at the puppet-shows.' That Mephistopheles gave wholesome advice to the student to hold on by mere words, is proved also by a comparison of these translations For from a word no jot or tittle Can be abstracted, much or little.' In the nonsensical formulæ of incantations, all have acquitted themselves creditably of their task. If Anster deviates from the metre of the original when the conplets are short, Blackie does so occasionally when they appear to him too long, and that with considerable effect. The scene in which Faust signs the compact, is rendered by Blackie in a spirited manner, and the concluding lines appear to us superior to those of Mr. Martin :— When to the moment I shall say, Stay, thou art so lovely, stay! Then with thy fetters bind me round, With Mr. Martin's guidance, we will go now carefully through the poem, making clear to ourselves the meaning of every scene, and its connexion with the preceding and following ones. Faust and his Study.-All poets seem to have felt instinctively that the whole subsequent career of Faust arose from his doubt. They all therefore open their plays with a study-scene, in which we see the great scholar surrounded by his books and alchemical apparatus, complaining that, with all his academic learning, he has remained a mere dabbler in idle words. The sight of the rising moon awakens in his breast a deep longing after nature, -to be away from this litter of instruments and books, from this dungeon of a study, into which even the precious light of heaven falls dimmed by the stained glass. How different is this opening from a classical tragedy! In the latter we see man in his relation to the gods and to fate; here we see a man in his relation to the world. This is in fact the distinction between a classical and a romantic tragedy. Faust is in all its aspects a romantic poem, and in judging of it as a work of art, we must beware of the serious blunder of measuring it by the standard of classical art. Taking down a volume of Nostradamus, Faust hopes by the aid of cabalistic science to enter into the mysteries of the spirit-world. On opening the book, his hopes are elated by the sight of the sign of the macrocosm'Not barr'd to man the world of spirits is; Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead! Up, student, lave-nor dread the blissThy earthly breast in the morning red!' Gazing intently at the sign, he recalls to himself the fundamental doctrines of the Cabala 'How all things in one whole do blend, What powers celestial, lo! ascend, descend, One universal concord rings.' Faust feels that he has been sitting in his study like an abstract spectre of medieval spiritualism, and finds now that he has within himself another nature, which with clutching organs holds to the world, and insists on being no longer suppressed for the benefit of the mind. The mind itself has derived little satisfaction from this procedure, but the resolve is made; he will take notice of the suppressed claims of his other nature, and turn to action. But as always those who spin out magnificent systems find the greatest difficulty in passing from meditation to action, so it will also fare ill with Faust ere he restores the equilibrium between his intellectual and sensual nature, ere he unites the enjoyment of his physical and spiritual pleasures. The courage with which he calls upon the spirit of the earth to appear, is soon damped by the rebuke of the spirit. Before he can recover from his surprise he is interrupted by his famulus Wagner. This episode is admirable. Wagner considers knowledge merely as a kind of coin, in exchange for which he may get a living. He is satisfied with mere wordlearning, with a knowledge of the outside of things, the possession of which causes Faust's unhappiness. Characteristically he appears in dressing-gown and night-cap, the lamp in his hand.' He thinks Faust must have been reading Greek tragedies. All the knowledge Wagner has of the emotions of the soul is derived from a study of the classics, and from the passionate cry of despair of his master he means to take a lesson in rhetoric. Had Faust been a man at peace with himself and the world, then this transition would have been humorous, but as he despises it, the transition could only be satirical. From those deep sentimental tones of the first monologue, Faust rises at once to the height of the bitterest satire. The answer which he returns to Wagner, who thinks it a sublime joy to realize. the spirit of a time, and to see to what high pass we have brought things now-a-days, is withering :- 'High pass! Oh yes! as the welkin high! My friend, to us they are, these times gone by, That, mouth'd by puppets, pass with fools for sense. Faust. As men call learning, yes, no doubt it can! Men at all times have crucified and burn'd.' With his heart nearly bursting within him, the sight of this man cannot but drive Faust to despair. He courteously dismisses him; and being once more left alone, feels doubly wretched at the sight of books from which he can only learn that mortals have been wretched everywhere. Ye instruments, at me ye surely mock With cog and wheel, and coil and cylinder! Inscrutable in noon-day's blaze, Nature lets no one tear the veil away, And what herself she does not choose Unask'd before your soul to lay, You shall not wrest from her by levers or by screws.' In all his perplexity he can find no other way of deliverance than that of violently putting an end to himself. The sight of a phial of poison, and the prospect of a speedy death, bring an unearthly calm to his breast: : I see thee, and my anguish finds a balm, I touch thee, and the turmoil turns to calm! Then come thou down, pure goblet crystalline, Its current brown brims up thy ample bowl. Now be this draught, the last I shall prepare, In festive greeting quaff'd, with all my soul, Unto the morn, that soon shall dawn on me elsewhere!' But whilst raising the cup to his lips, he suddenly hears the chorus of the angels : 'Christ is ascended! Hail the glad token, The sweet remembrance of his youthful days, first called up by the sight of the ancient goblet, now comes upon him with overwhelming force at the sound of the Easter Hymn, and keeps him yet back on this earth. This beautiful transition shows how even in this life the energies of mind and body may work undividedly, as in childhood, to which the pure claims of our sensual nature are not denied, and in which the deepest wants of the soul are satisfied by faith. To restore this state of childish innocence in a peaceable manner, Faust seems to exert himself after having eaten the forbidden fruit of knowledge. Whilst casting back a lingering look on Divine love and revelation, he |