good, his life, his happiness, and true being's bliss, is in nothing else than in the fulfilment of his destiny; it is in this, that his beatitude and heaven consist. Man has a destiny, what is it? II. What is Man's Destiny. "Oh thou great Movement of the Universe, BRYANT. S it not high time that an answer to the Is question of Man's Destiny should be given, or attempted, when we see our sanitary institutions and asylums filled with victims whose minds have been overwrought with false excitement, or who have become dupes of a diabolical mysticism? and the youths of our land balancing, like Hamlet or Werther, upon the chances of suicide to lift up the veil, and discover to them the meaning and mystery of life! But who will tell us "The fate of the man child, Perhaps the many-sided Goethe, he, from whom "the students of our country are to learn," so says his translator, "how to realize their lofty aspirations." Listen to his "Song of Life," which is after all, in its main features, but his own Curriculum Vitæ :— "I've set my heart upon nothing you see; And so the world goes well with me. And who has the mind to be fellow of mine, "I set my heart first upon wealth, Hurrah! And bartered away my peace and health, The slippery change went about like air, And when I had clutched me a handful here Away it went there. * Emerson. "I set my heart upon woman next, Hurrah! For her sweet sake was oft perplexed, The False one looked for a daintier lot, The Constant one wearied me out and out, "I set my heart upon travels grand, Hurrah! And spurned our plain, old Fatherland; Naught seemed to be just the thing it should, "I set my heart upon sounding fame; Hurrah! And, lo! I'm eclipsed by some upstart's name; When in public life I loomed quite high, "And then I set my heart upon war, Hurrah! We gained some battles with éclat, Hurrah! We troubled the foe with sword and flame, (And some of our friends fared quite the same,) I lost a leg for fame. "Now I've set my heart upon nothing you see; Hurrah! And the whole, wide world belongs to me, Hurrah! The feast begins to run low no doubt, Such is the end of life, according to the manysided Goethe, the Father of Modern Transcendentalism; this great German, with his broad and deep experience. Thus, life is a round of sensual pleasures and defeated aims, and the idea of a deeper purpose is tossed off with a cup of wine and a hurrah! Goethe's compeer, Schiller, was a man of a more earnest mould, and of whom also, the same translator remarks, the students of our country are to learn "lofty aspirations." Schiller makes life's purpose to be, freedom, political freedom. In " Don Carlos," Schiller has given us, as his biographer remarks, a representative. of himself in the Marquis de Posa. The Marquis is the beau-ideal of a red-republican. In speak ing to the king of Spain, he says: |