New-York tribune., 1875-01-26
NEW PUBLICATIONS.

xxvosrxs, A srorr OF esaxis LOVE- TRaSsrarrp IRON
TSs GsR~is By GsOSss uTrOS l2mA Pp' 40 'n'As0'
Jsn.sa, HoOurg. &c
The touching story of German Love-" whose
suder pathos lacks only the harmopes OF verse to make
A one Of the most exquisite in the German an
susec is here reproduced IN an English costume OF
,basse and delicate beauty. In the original work the
sentiment OF love IS painted with no admixiure OF
.arthly passion, IN form too ethereal and pure Tor
the prosaic experience OF life, with the heetng bright
ncss OF aurora light that never rpens into the ferVors
Of the MONDAY van OF subtle idealy covers the
scene with its soft glamour transporting he reader nto
sealDs Of dreamand where the sense Of reality Is los
in the ancies Of romance The deficiency Of ncluen'
On the story Is supplied by the airy G'iot"o''
On which the lovers discourse OF poetry art'
PHILOSOPHY, instead OF exchanging fond eNpioS'''"
rapture and hope. This high comuDunoN n' v
IN which Nature Is tranShGureu i"'' so'"F
sorms may be imagined from 'ho heros 0"u
ssser,ption o, the scene every evening brought
,ts new conyersation, aud Win eaeh c'eniuH
..no new phaso Of her fatAomless mind disclosed
,,set she kept no secret from me. HT tax
Was only thnkinG aud feeling aloud and what she SAID
,unst have dwet with her many long years, for she
,eured out her thoughts freely % child that picks
tts ap full OF flowers and then sprnkies them upon inc
grass could not disclose my soul to her as freely as
,e did TO me- and this oppressed and panied me- Yet
how few cam with those continual deceptions imposed
upon us by society, called Manners potonesS, consld
Grafton prudence and worldly wisdom, which MAKE our
entire life masquerade! How few. evel when they
would, regain the complete truth OF their exist
snee Love itself dares speak It's own language ana
maintain its own silence but must learn the set phrases
OF the poet and ideaEe sgh aud nt instead OF lreep
greeting, beholdng, and surrenderlng ITSELF woni
mest gladly have confessed and said TO her; You
know Inc not but found that The words were not
wholly true Before left gave her volume OF Ar
nolds poems, which had hal short time and hegSed
her 20 read the one called The Buried LIFE 1t was my
confession, and then knoeled OF her couch ana slu
Good night GOOD night said she. and aid her mana
upon my head and again her touch thrilled through
sv4ry limb and the dreams OF childhood uprOSe IN my
soul. / could not 20, bat gAzod into her Deep un-
fatEomable eyes uuU tle peace OF her soul completely
oyershadowed mine. Then l arose and went holhe
IN siIcncc-and in the night 1 dreamed of
the silver poplar around which lilo wind
roared-but not a Leaf stirred on us branches
The translator seems 80 thoroughly mbucd with The
spirit OF the work bis language has the ar OF an
original rather than OF the reproduction OF foreign
words Indeed might almost 10 tempted u 0eHcVc
that tile story was o native growth II the conception
did not so strongly saver Of the country which holds
the empire OF the air" At an events the exterior Of
the is genuDc American product and does great
credit 20 the publishing by which IT Is issued 1t
IS seldom that elegant specimen OF typography
proceeds from tie American press Although the name
Of the author TINTED Oy tne translator for what
reason We do know tie story is well known IN TER
man literature AS early production OF Max Miller,
the distiu guished Oriental puOloGst published snony
mously IN 1851 and reaching second edition In ten
years.