The Red Cloud chief., 1878-03-28


sw~p- like a nmpsa ovss my Own. I
live upon her smile. a Kind word fall
ing from her lips makes me happy for
days; and when al. Turns away from
me with GOODNESS and Indifference. ] feel
like one driven about ~ Orc.tes by the
Furirsr'
You really are in love- cried Nor
itx. ~ will take back wha, ! have said.
You. the chosen II the gods. know all
the human heart can suffer. even un-
happy lover'
Almost angry, and with he,its,ion.
Goethe answered him
II DO not call this passion IT mine an
unhappy one. for in the very perception
Of IL lies happiness. VI are only wretch
.d men when We lose self control. To
this point low. shall never lead me. II
yields me the highest delight. yet shall
never bring me tai self. destruction. Grief
for IL may. like a destructive whirlwind.
crush every blossom Of my heart, but il
shall never destroy me. The man. the
poet. must stand higher than the lover.
for where the latter il about Ia yield to
despair. the former will rise. and. with
the defiance If Prometheus. challenge
the gods To recognize the similitude that
man can rise superior 10 sorrow, never
despairiDg. never cursing Fate II all the
rosy dreams of youth are not realities.
but with upturned gaze stride over the
waste places of life. %consoling himself
with the thought that only magnanim-
Gus souls can suffer and conquer mag
unanimously. N~angui,bed grief brings
us nearer to the immortal. and gradu-
ally bears us from this vale Of sorrow
up Ia the brighter heights, nearer to
heaven the earth, with her petty on
fusion. living like "A worthless tool At
our feet
1T Is heavenly Ia BE- able TO say that,
and divine Ia perceive it, cried Moritx,
bursting into tears. The miserics Of
life chain me To the dust. and do not
permit me 10 mount 10 the heights
which a hero like Goethe reaches Veto
rious. il il indeed sublime to conquer
ones self. and be willing to resign the
happiness which flecs us. but see how
weak Am i cannot do IL. | can new
er give up the one ] love. II seems ~
II ! could move heaven and earth To
conquer at last. and that ] must die il
do not succeed die like Wcrthcr."
Goethe's eyes flashed with anger, and,
with heightened color. he exclaimed,
you all repeat the same litany; do
not make me answer for all your weak
ness. and blame poor Wertber for the
creation OF your own imagination. I.
who am the author Of Werthcr, am
free from this abominable sentimental
ity. Why cannot others be-. who only
read what | have conceived? But par
don my violence" he continued with a
milder voice and u gentlcr manner
Never did AN author create a work
which brought him at the same time so
great fame and such bitter reproach a
the work has brought 10 me. The sOr-
rows Of Young Werther' have indeed
been transformed into the sorrow
Of young Goethe; and ! fear that
old Goethe will have to suffer for il. I
have spoken TO you ~ a friend To .
friend; cherish my words, take them u
heart and arise from the dust; shake
oil the self -strewh ashes from your
head Enter again ~ u brave champi-
on, the combat Of life-summOn To your
aid cunning, power, prudence and au-
dacity, to conquer your love. Whether
You succeed or not, then YOU aim At
the greatest Of battles-that of mind
over matter; then remember my fare
well words.
From the power which binds all men.
he frees himself who conquers himself.
Farewell! II ever you need the encour.
agement of q friend, IL ever "a symps-
thizing soul is necessary to you, come
to Weimer; sympathy and appreciation
can never fail you there"
"Oh! will surely 60" answered
Moritz. deeply moved. and pressing
heartily Goethc's offered hand.
"One thing more | have to say to
you: Live much with nature; accus-
tom yourself to regard the SD barrow.
the Hover, or the stone. ~ worthy of
your attention rs the wonderful ph1nix
or the monuments of the ancie hts with
their illegible inscriptions. To walk
with nature is balsam for a we ary soul;
gently touched by her soft ha nds, the
recovery Is most rapid. have experj.
enced It, and do experience it daily.
Now, once more. farewell! in the true
sense Of the word, fare-the well, I
wish that could help you in other
ways than by mere kind words. II
pains me, indeed, that | can render YOU
no other aid or hope. You alone can
no what none other can do for Won.
| Eur.uUallr, y'"'