The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1878-01-20


This translator gets along toeraby well until he
comes to the line 'Ach, tch bin DIES treibens madei'
which he translates, "rired Of eostaoy unwi,,y,"
which is ridiculous English and nothing like Goethes
German. Again, by what authority does he call
"Sasser J,iede'' "Peace have plty"P or 'Komm, ach
komm in metne brust" "Take possession OF my
heart'P His translation of second stanza is even
worse, and has shadow OF Goethe's meaning, as
will DO seen by comparison with the original here
quoted. Soc how much better Mr.. Long
translation is, though almost Iitoral:--
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stlcst,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doub,y with reireshment nllest.
am weary with contendcg!
Why this rapture unrestf
Peace descending,
Come, alb come, into my breastI
Ger all the htlltops
Is quiet now;
In all the tree tops
Nearest thou
Hardly breath.
The birds arc asleep ON the trees:
Watt soon like these
Thou TOO shalt rest
There we have translation with all the grace and
>Psntimcnt OF the original would easy matter
TO quote many more instances where Mr.. Dyrsen has
utterly Jailed IN aivins the or the sentiment Of
Gootho and sincerely hope for tho good OF those
who capnot read the great German poet in bis own
language, that they will AVOID these TRANSACTIONS and
rest satisfied with those OF Longielow Bayard Taylor
and other scholars who never torture the English
language into such Line ''Tired Of ecstacy un-
witty"
YOUNG MUsaRAvE.
After wading through rsams of ordinary paper-cov.
cred novels the reviewer seizes with alacrity vol
Juno bearing the name OF Mrs. Olipbant upon its title
page. One does not always appreciate the
Of this writer but let him 90 thr ough course
is tho weekly duty Of the reviewer, and he will
soon see how vastly superior sho is to the great
Iority. 1t does not, however, need this preliminary
dose TO appreciate ssYoung Musgrave" Harper &
Bros) In this novel Mrs Oliphant repeats tho sue.
OF valentine and His Brother and revivcs tho
good opinions that almost lost by s'Caritu -
'Young Musgravo" at first suggests valentine and
His Brother on account Of the gypsy element the
story but the subject is differently treated that
suggestion Is soon lost sight Of Tho scene OF this
story Is laid NJ Penninghame Castle, IN Cumberland
where an old squire lives with not young, though
unmarried, daughter. 1t may DO some cons olaton 10
those ladies' who have reached tho advanced age of
hve-aDd-thirty In single blessedncss to hear what
Mrs. Oliphant has to say OF their condition. Mary
Musgravo had been the belle OF tho county, bet "a
woman always has TO come down from that omnonce
somehow; whether she does II by becoming some
oncs wilo or by merely falling back into tho silence
OF the past and leaving the paco free to Others docs
not much matter Perhaps, inoced, It is the old
who has the best OF it, litto romance continues TO
encrcle her In the eyes of most Of those VINO adj
mirod her Sho has not married. Why has she n OF
marrcd-that admired OF all admirers Z?
Has It boon that she, too, shared the
lot which she inflicted many, aud was not
loved where she loved9 Or was IL, perhaps that she
had madc u mistake--scnt away some one, perhaps
(who knowsY tho very man VINO thought of her lhus
kindly and regrctfully whom was afterward sorry
to have sent awayS Nobody had died Tor
love OF her. though had threatened IT. but this
visionary atmosphere OF past alteration about her
supplied delicate homage. SUCH is agreeable oven
old maiden's heart"
To 20 on VITA the story. Young Musgrave, the
brother OF Mary, was an exile IRON home. He had
married gypsy vile and suspected OF completely
IN murder. HIS two children, a boy and GIRL urc
sent the grandiathers house. and It is In tho
description Of their lives that Mrs Opbant has
Could anything be moro poetic than this picture OF
tho little grl's (lias) wandering through tho castle
woods :-A small, passive, embodied happiness went
dancing along the rough woodland path, with soft.
glowing abstracted eyes that saw everything yet
nothing; with little distracted SOUL all freshness
and gIaJness, that took note Of everything, yet
hoihing; n little pilgrim among hic's mysteries aud
wonders herself the greatcs< wonder of ul throobng
with soft consciousness, yet knowing nothing.
Thus she went pacing on under the bare trees and
murmercd her inarticulato Chant, and kept time to
h--a poet IN being, though not In thought Not far
on the lake splashod softly upon stones of tho
beach, that North country air. which Is vocal as
the winds Of tho south, sounded whole mystery OF
tones and scmItones, deep through the nr trees
shrlIl through the Jecches low and soft over the
copse and the brook hall hidden In the evergreen
moss OF tho grass. added It's tnkIc; all surrounding
the little figure which gave tho central point OF con-
'scious Intelligence to the landscape; but were all
cutie unnecessary to Lila's marching along In her