CHAPTER XII.

SCHILLER'S MARRIAGE.

The two great intellects, whose genius shed such rays of light over Weimar, and over all Germany, neither knew nor loved each other. These two heroes of poetry still kept at a distance from each other, and yet there was a wondrous uniformity in their inner life, although their outward existence was so different. Goethe, the recognized poet, the man of rank, who had never known want or care: Schiller, still struggling, creating much that was great and beautiful, but aspiring to, and foreseeing with prophetic mind, a future of greater and more brilliant success--Schiller, the man of humble standing, who was still wrestling with want and care. His anxiety and poverty were not destined to be relieved by the appointment which Schiller received in the year 1789, as Professor of History at the University of Jena, for--no salary was attached to this professorship!

"A Mr. Frederick Schiller," wrote (not the poet, but) the Minister Goethe--a report forwarded to the Duke Charles August at that time--"a Mr. Frederick Schiller, who has made himself known to the world by his History of the Netherlands, is disposed to take up his abode at the University of Jena. The possibility of this acquisition is all the more worthy of consideration from the fact that it could be had gratis."

Gratis! The Dukes of Weimar, Meiningen, Altenburg, and Gotha, the patrons of the University of Jena, could offer nothing but a professorship without salary to the poet of "Don Carlos," of "Fiesco," of "Louise Müllerin," and of "The Robbers"--to the poet of so many glorious songs, to the author of "The History of the Netherlands!" They had but one title, but one appointment, to bestow upon the man to honor whom was to honor themselves, and this appointment was made to save expense!

Schiller accepted this professorship with the nobility of mind of the poet whose soul aspired rather to honor and renown than to pecuniary reward, and who had, for those who profited by his labors while withholding all compensation, nothing but a contemptuous shrug of the shoulders and a proud smile. Schiller's friends were, however, by no means satisfied with this appointment; his practical friend Körner called his attention to the fact, that the necessities of life were also worthy of some consideration, advising him to inform the minister of state that the addition of a salary to his title of professor was both desirable and very necessary. But Schiller was too proud to solicit as a favor what had not been accorded from a sense of duty. He would not beg bread for the _professor_, hoping that the poet would be able to support him. He had been accustomed to study close economy, and to struggle with want; care had been his inseparable companion throughout his entire life. The poet had ever looked up to heaven in blissful enthusiasm, rejoicing in the glory of God, and had been "with Him" while the world was being divided among those who understood looking after their pecuniary interests better than the poet. His heart was rich, and his wants were few. He did not desire wealth, and had refused the rich lady tendered him in marriage by his friend Körner. His loving heart should alone be his guide in the selection of a wife.

His loving heart! Had not Schiller a Charlotte, as well as Goethe? The year 1789 had been an eventful one in Goethe's heart's history, and had effected a final separation between Goethe and his Charlotte: the same year was also destined to be an important one in Schiller's heart's history, and to bring about a crisis in his relations to his Charlotte.

The experience of the two women at this period was of a similar nature. Charlotte von Kalb had often entreated Schiller to pay her a visit, but in vain. He had invariably excused himself with the plea that the duties of his professorship in Jena were of such a nature that it was impossible to leave there even for a single day.

At last Charlotte despatched a messenger to Jena with this laconic letter: "If you do not come to me in Weimar, I will go to you in Jena. Answer." And Schiller's answer was--"I am coming!"

She was now awaiting him, gazing fixedly at the door; a nameless fear made her heart throb wildly.

"He shall not find me weak," murmured she; "no, I will neither weep nor complain. No, my pride must give me strength to conceal my anguish, and to hear the decision, whatever it may be, with a smiling countenance. I will cover my heart with a veil, and it shall rest with him to withdraw it with a loving hand, if he will."

"Here you are at last, my Frederick!" she said to Schiller on his arrival. "It seems, however, that a threat was necessary to bring you!"

"No, dearest friend," replied Schiller, gayly, "the threat was unnecessary! You know that I love you with my whole soul, and my heart has always yearned to see you once more. The duties of my professorship are such that I find it almost impossible to leave Jena."

A bitter smile rested for a moment on Charlotte's lips, but she quickly repressed it. "It is but natural that the new professor should be so busily engaged as not to be able to find time to pay his friend a visit. And yet, Frederick, it was necessary that I should speak to you; life has now brought me to a point where I must decide upon taking one of two paths that lie before me."

"Charlotte, I am convinced that your heart and your wisdom will prompt you to take the right path," said Schiller.

She inclined her head in assent. "At our last interview I was excited and agitated; I reproached you for not having spoken to my husband. I believe I even wept, and called you faithless and ungrateful."

"Why awaken these remembrances, Charlotte? I have endeavored to forget all this, and to bear in mind that we should make allowance for words uttered by our friends when irritated. We have both dreamed a sweet dream, my friend, and have, unfortunately, been made aware that our romantic air-castles are not destined to be realized in this prosaic world."

"Do you call the plans we have both made for our future, romantic air-castles?"

"Yes," replied Schiller, with some little hesitation, "I am unhappily compelled to do so. A marriage with you was the brightest and most glorious air-castle of my fantasy; and may the egotism of my love be forgiven if I once dreamed that this castle might on some blissful day descend to earth and open its portals to admit us within its radiant halls! But sober thought followed quickly upon this trance of ecstasy, and told me that these heavenly dreams could not be realized."

"Why not?"

"Because I can offer you no compensation for the great sacrifice you would be compelled to make, and because the thought that you might live to regret what you had done fills me with horror. You are a lady of rank, accustomed to the comforts and luxuries of an aristocratic house. I am only a poor professor, accustomed to hardships and want, and not in a condition to provide a comfortable home for a wife. Whoever takes me must enter upon life with modest expectations, and begin an existence at my side that offers little for the present but hopes and prospects. It would even require much self-denial on the part of a young girl, who is but just beginning life, to become the wife of a poor professor and poet. How much more would it require on the part of a lady of high rank to exchange a palace for an humble cottage, and to relinquish wealth, rank, and even the son she so dearly loves? What could I give her in return after she had relinquished all these blessings? Charlotte, to live with me is to labor, and labor would wound your tender hands. Therefore, forgive the enraptured poet, who thought only of his own happiness when he dared to hope you might still be his, without reflecting that he had no right to purchase his happiness at the expense of that of his idol."

"You are right, my dear friend; we must never permit love to make us selfish, and we must consider the happiness of the object of our love more than our own. We will both consider this and act accordingly. You have my happiness at heart; let me, therefore, consider yours. Schiller, I conjure you by the great Spirit of Truth and Love, now surely hovering over us, tell me the truth--answer the question I am about to ask as truthfully as you would before God: Do you love me so firmly, so warmly, and so exclusively, that my possession can alone make you happy?"

"Charlotte, this is, indeed, a question that I could only answer before God."

"God dwells in the breast of each human being, and, by the God of Love, who has stretched out His hand over me, I demand of you a truthful answer to my question: Do you love me so firmly, so warmly, and so exclusively that my possession can alone make you happy?"

A pause ensued--a long pause. The God of Truth and of Love, whose presence Charlotte had so solemnly proclaimed, alone beheld the pale countenances of the two beings who stood face to face with the bitter feeling that nothing on earth is constant, and that all is subject to change and destruction--even love!

"No!" said Schiller, in a low voice, "no, I do not love you so firmly, so warmly, and so exclusively. Nor do I believe we would be happy together, for it is only when no passion exists that marriage can unite two beings in an eternal union; and then, Charlotte, you are also too exalted for me, and a woman who is a superior being cannot, I believe, make me happy. I must have a wife whom I can educate, who is my creation, who belongs to me alone, whom I alone can make happy, and in whose existence I can renew my own--a wife who is young, inexperienced, and gentle, not highly gifted, devoted to me, and eager to contribute to my comfort and peace."[63]

"In a word, a woman who is young," said Charlotte, with proud composure, "or rather, a young girl who is like a sheet of white paper, on which your love is to write the first word."

"Yes, Charlotte, so it is! You understand my heart as you have always understood it."

"I relinquish from to-day all further claim to any such understanding, and I can only give you one last piece of advice, and that is, to ask Mademoiselle von Lengefeld if she is not desirous of being the sheet of paper on which you could write your name. I advise you to marry Mademoiselle von Lengefeld; she seems to possess all the required qualifications: she is not gifted, has no experience, and can certainly not be called a superior being."

"But a noble, an amiable being," cried Schiller, passionately; "a being full of innocence and goodness, a fair creature full of heart and feeling, full of gentleness and mildness; moreover, she has a noble heart, and a mind capable of great cultivation. She has understanding for all that is intellectual, reverence for all that is great and beautiful, and is at the same time modest, affectionate, playful, and naïve."

"In brief, she is an ideal," said Charlotte, derisively. "But let your thoughts sojourn with me for a moment longer. At my request you have told me the truth, now you shall hear the truth from my lips. We might have spared ourselves all these explanations, but I desired to probe your heart to assure myself that I would not wound you too deeply by telling you what I must now avow. Now that I am no longer uneasy on that score, you shall hear the truth from my lips. My air-castles have vanished also--vanished so long since, that I scarcely have a recollection of them, and can only think of them as of a foolish dream, that neither could nor should have been realized. I have awakened, and I will remain what I am, the wife of Mr. von Kalb, and the mother of my son. I live once more in the present, and the past with all its recollections and follies is obliterated."[64]

"I am glad to hear this," said Schiller, in a clear and composed voice, the gaze of his large blue eyes fastened on Charlotte's cold and haughty countenance with an expression of severity. "I am glad to hear that the past is obliterated from your remembrance, as it is from mine. I can now speak to you freely and openly of the happiness which the future has, as I hope, in store for me. I love Charlotte von Lengefeld, and now that you have discarded me, I am at liberty to ask her to become my wife."

"Do so," said she, quietly. "We are about to separate, but my blessing will remain with you; any correspondence between us in the future would, of course, be annoying, and as our letters of the past have become meaningless, I must request you to return mine."[65]

"As you had already written to me on this subject several times, I took the precaution of bringing these letters with me to-day. Here they are. I have preserved them carefully and lovingly, and I confess that it gives me great pain to part with these relics of the past."

He handed her the little sealed package which he had drawn from his breast-pocket; she did not take it, however, but merely pointed to the table.

"I thank you, and I will now return your letters."

She walked into the adjoining room, closing the door softly behind her. With trembling hands she took Schiller's letters from the little box in which she had kept them. She kissed them, pressed them to her heart and eyes, and kissed them again and again, but when she saw that a tear had fallen on the paper she wiped it off carefully; she then walked rapidly to the door and opened it. On the threshold she stood still, composed, proudly erect.

"Schiller, here are the letters!"

He approached and took them from her hand, which she quickly withdrew. She then returned to the adjoining room, locking the door behind her.

This was their leave-taking, this their parting, after long years of love!

With downcast eyes and in deep sadness of heart, Schiller left the house of the woman he had once loved so ardently. But this soon passed away and gave place to the blissful feeling that he was once more free--free to offer his heart, his hand, and his life, to the woman he loved!

A few days later his heart's longing was gratified. He went to Rudolstadt and received a loving and cordial welcome from both sisters. Both! But only one of the sisters was at liberty to bestow her hand. Caroline was not! Her hand was fettered by her plighted troth, and even if her husband's consent to a separation could have been obtained, there were other fetters. She was in her sister's confidence. She knew that Charlotte loved Schiller tenderly.

They were together in the quiet little parlor, they three alone, for the mother was absent on a little journey. Schiller sat between the sisters, his countenance radiant with happiness.

"Oh, my fair friends, how delighted I am to be with you once more!"

"Schiller," whispered Caroline, laying her hand gently on his shoulder, "Schiller, I have a word to say to you. Come!"

She conducted him to a window-recess, and inclined her head so close to his ear that her trembling lips kissed one of his fair locks. "Schiller," whispered she, "you love my sister, and I know that she loves you. Courage, confess your love, and God bless you both!"

Having said this, she walked noiselessly from the room, retired to her solitary chamber, closed the door behind her, and sank down on her knees. She shed no tears, and the brave soul of this noble woman was exalted above all pain in this hour of her great sacrifice. Her chaste lips would not express the noble secret in words, even before God. But her Maker may have read her sacrifice in the expression of anguish and resignation in her upturned countenance.

"Be happy, Schiller! God bless you both! Be happy! then I will be happy, too."

On returning to the parlor, Caroline's countenance shone with pleasure, and her lips parted in a happy smile when she saw the two lovers in a close embrace, heart to heart.

"Oh, dear Caroline, she has confessed; you were certainly right! She loves me, she is mine. And so are you, Caroline, you are also mine, and we three will belong to each other for evermore!"

"Yes, for evermore, my friend, my brother!" She gently entwined her arms around Schiller's and Lottie's neck; and now the three were joined in one close and loving embrace.

"I have at last entered the haven of happiness," said Schiller, in deep emotion. "I have, at last, found my home, and eternal peace and repose are mine. I am encircled with your love as with a halo, ye beloved sisters; and now all the great expectations which you have entertained concerning me will be realized, for happiness will exalt me above myself. Charlotte, you shall never again have cause to tell me I look gloomy, for your love will shed a flood of sunshine on my existence hereafter. You shall teach me to laugh and be merry. O God, I thank Thee for permitting me to find this happiness! I, too, was born in Arcadia!"

They held each other in a close embrace, they wept for joy, and their souls, beaming eyes, and smiling lips, exchanged mute vows of eternal love and fidelity.

These were blissful days for Schiller. Madame von Lengefeld had given her consent to the marriage of her daughter Lottie with Schiller, sooner than the lovers expected. Charles August gave the poet the title of privy-councillor, and attached a salary of two hundred dollars to his professorship, as a marriage present. The title delighted Madame von Lengefeld, and somewhat reconciled her aristocratic heart to the thought that her daughter, who had been on the point of becoming a maid of honor, should now marry a man of the people. Schiller deemed his salary of two hundred dollars quite a small fortune, and hoped that this, together with the fruits of his poetic labors, would be sufficient to provide a comfortable home for his darling, and--"space in the smallest cottage for a happy and loving pair!"

They were a "happy, loving pair;" and the serene heaven of their happiness was undimmed by the smallest cloud. Had a cloud appeared, Charlotte's quick eye would have detected and dissipated it before the lovers were aware of its existence. The sister watched over their happiness like their good genius, like a faithful sentinel.

At times, while gazing dreamily into his Lottie's soft eyes, Schiller would smile and then ask her if she really loved him, as though such happiness were incredible.

In reply, Charlotte would smile and protest that she had loved him for a long time, and that her sister, who had known her secret, could confirm her statement.

"And she it was who told me this sweet secret. Yes, Caroline was the beneficent angel who infused courage into my timid heart."

"Yes, she is an angel!" said Charlotte, thoughtfully. "I look up to her as to a being far superior to myself, and, let me confess, my beloved, that the thought sometimes torments me that she really could be more to you than I am, and that I am not necessary to your happiness."

He gazed into her lovely countenance, an expression of perfect peace resting on his own. "Your love is all I require to make me happy. The peculiar and happiest feature of our union is, that it is self-sustaining, ever revolving on its own axis in a well-defined orbit; this forbids my entertaining the fear that I could ever be less to either of you, or that I could ever receive less from you. Our love has no need of anxiety--of watchfulness. How could I rejoice in my existence unless for you and Caroline?--how could I always retain sufficient control over my own soul, unless I entertained the sweet conviction that my feelings toward both, and each of you, were of such a nature that I am not forced to withdraw from the one what I give to the other? My soul revolves between you in safety, ever returning lovingly from the one to the other, the same star, the same ray of light, differently reflected from different mirrors. Caroline is nearer to me in age, and therefore more closely akin to me in the form of her thought and feeling; but I would not have you other than you are, for all the world, Lottie. That in which Caroline is your superior, you must receive from me; your soul must expand in my love, and you must be my creation. Your blossom must fall in the spring of my love."[66]

"Yes," cried Charlotte, entwining her arm more closely around his neck, "I will be your creation, and happy shall I feel in the consciousness of belonging to you, and of being able to contribute somewhat to your happiness."[67]

On the morning of the twentieth of February, 1790, a closed carriage drove rapidly from Rudolstadt in the direction of Jena. But this carriage stopped in the little village in the immediate vicinity of the university-city--Weningenjena--at the door of the village church with its tapering spire.

The sexton was standing at the open door in his Sunday suit; when the carriage drove up, he hastened forward to open the door. A tall gentleman, attired in black, stepped out; his countenance was pale, but a wondrous light beamed in his eyes, and noble thoughts were enthroned on his brow, while his lips were parted in a soft smile. With tender solicitude, he helped an elderly lady from the carriage. Then followed a younger lady, with pale cheeks, but with eyes that were radiant with love and peace. At last a young girl--a girl with rosy cheeks, and a timid, childlike smile on her fresh lips--was about to descend from the carriage, but the tall gentleman would not suffer her to touch the pavement with her tender little feet. He raised her fair form in his arms, and bore her over the rough stones and into the church.

The two ladies followed, and behind them came the sexton, gravely shaking his head, and ruminating over the strangely quiet nature of the approaching ceremony. He did what Pastor Schmidt, who was already standing between the burning wax-candles in front of the altar, had told him to do. He closed and locked the church doors, so that no one should see what was going on in the church.

And you, too, ye rude winter winds, hold your breath and blow softly! and thou, thou clear blue sky, look down mildly; and thou, bright sun, shed thy warmest rays through the windows into the little village church of Weningenjena. For the poet Frederick Schiller is standing before its altar at the side of his lovely bride. Charlotte weeps, but her tears are tears of emotion and of joy. The mother stands at her side, her hands folded in prayer. Caroline's eyes are upturned; and God reads the mute entreaty of her lips.

Schiller's countenance is radiant with peace and happiness, and manly determination beams in the large blue eyes that gaze so firmly and tranquilly at the preacher, who stands before the altar, proclaiming the sacred nature of the union about to be consummated.

Subdue your fury, ye boisterous winter storms! do not touch the poet's cheeks too rudely with your cold breath. He has already suffered much from cold winter winds, he has journeyed over rough paths--has renounced and struggled, and has often seen his heart's fairest blossoms bruised and borne away by rude storms. Be tranquil, and let the spring-time come, that the buds of his hopes may put forth blossoms.

Shed thy glorious light upon this little church, thou heavenly sun! greet the poet Frederick Schiller, the poet of the German nation, who is now celebrating life's fairest festival before its holy altar! But,

"Ah, life's fairest festival Ends the May of life anon; With the girdle, with the veil, Is the fond illusion gone!"

THE END.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1: "Schiller's Relations to his Parents and the Walzogen Family," pp. 62-68.]

[Footnote 2: Fragment of a dialogue between the King and the Marquis, last Scene, Act III., of "Don Carlos:"

"_King._ And now leave me.

"_Marquis._ If I can do so with an accomplished hope, this will be the most glorious day of my life.

"_Marquis._ It is no lost one in mine!"]

[Footnote 3: Schiller's own words.--See "Schiller's Relations to Parents," etc., p. 450.]

[Footnote 4: Schiller's own words.--See "Relations to Parents," etc., p. 451.]

[Footnote 5: Ibid., p. 416.]

[Footnote 6: Schiller's own words.--See "Relations to Parents," etc. p. 452.]

[Footnote 7: Schiller's own words to Henrietta von Wolzogen.--See "Relations," etc., p. 452.]

[Footnote 8: This scene is historically exact.]

[Footnote 9: Schiller's own words.--See "Relations," etc., p. 448.]

[Footnote 10: See Charlotte.--"For the friends of the deceased," printed as MS., p. 86.]

[Footnote 11: A provincialism. It should be, "ist nicht aus Stuttgart," and means is not from Stuttgart.]

[Footnote 12: In Germany, the word "thou" is frequently used instead of "you" in families and among children, and intimate and dear friends.]

[Footnote 13: Schiller's own words.--See "Schiller's Flight from Stuttgart," etc., p. 216.]

[Footnote 14: Zimmermann.--"Frederick the Great's Last Days," p. 163.]

[Footnote 15: Frederick's words a short time before his death.]

[Footnote 16: The king's own words.]

[Footnote 17: "Will you have the goodness to give me your arm, my prince?"]

[Footnote 18: "Sire and my king, you confer a great honor on me, and I am very grateful."]

[Footnote 19: The Fox and the Crow.]

[Footnote 20: Frederick's own words.--See "Frederick William III.," von Eylert, vol. i., p. 455.]

[Footnote 21: To this habit of Frederick William may be attributed the fact that he was not able to express himself fluently in his own language in later years. When the king spoke French his conversation was vivacious and forcible; when he spoke German, however, he was stiff and embarrassed.]

[Footnote 22: The king's own words, uttered beside Frederick's corpse.]

[Footnote 23: This drawing, which the prince royal had made of the body of Frederick the Great, was afterward framed, and hung for many years in his study, with this inscription, in his own handwriting: "I sketched this on the 17th of August, 1786, between the hours of 9 and 10 /P.M./"]

[Footnote 24: See Preuss.--"Frederick the Great, a Biography," vol. iv.]

[Footnote 25: This scene is accurate.--See "Mémoires de la Comtesse de Lichtenau."]

[Footnote 26: "Unter den Linden," a street in Berlin.]

[Footnote 27: Historical.]

[Footnote 28: A nickname given the princess at court.]

[Footnote 29: Frederick von Trenck suffered long years of imprisonment on Princess Amelia's account.--See "Frederick the Great and his Family," by L. Mühlbach.]

[Footnote 30: This article appeared in the August number of 1788, and created a great sensation in all classes of society.]

[Footnote 31:

"I will repay thee in a holier land-- Give thou to me thy youth; All I can grant thee lies in this command. I heard, and, trusting in a holier land, Gave my young joys to Truth.

Give me thy Laura--Give me her whom love To thy heart's core endears; The usurer bliss pays every grief--above! I tore the fond shape from the bleeding love And gave--albeit with tears."

_Sir E. B. Lytton's Schiller._ ]

[Footnote 32: Marie von Arnim married Count von Kunheim, and retired with him to his estates in Prussia. She never saw Schiller again, nor did she ever forget him. A fine portrait of Schiller hung over her bed until her death. After the death of her husband, in the year 1814, Countess Kunheim returned to Dresden, and lived there in retirement until her death, in the year 1847. But she died without issue, and could not fulfil Schiller's prophecy, and speak to weeping children and grandchildren assembled around her death-bed.]

[Footnote 33: Schiller's own words.--See his correspondence with Körner.]

[Footnote 34: Schiller and his Times, by Johannes Scherr.--Vol. ii., p. 89.]

[Footnote 35: "Trip to Italy."--Goethe's Works.]

[Footnote 36: Goethe's own words.--See "Trip to Italy," Goethe's works, vol. xxiii., p. 159.]

[Footnote 37: This cat story Goethe relates precisely as above, in his "Italian Trip."--See Goethe's Works, vol. xxiii., p. 181.]

[Footnote 38: Goethe's own words.--See "Italian Trip," vol. xxiv., p. 146.]

[Footnote 39: When marriage is spoken of, my child, I feel like leaving at once.]

[Footnote 40: Let us only marry, the rest will take care of itself.]

[Footnote 41: Leonora's own words.--See Goethe's Works, vol. xxiv., p. 135.]

[Footnote 42: Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, canto v.--Translated by H. W. Longfellow.]

[Footnote 43: See Goethe's Works, vol. xxiv., p. 37.--"Trip to Italy."]

[Footnote 44: Goethe's own words.--See correspondence of Duke Charles August with Goethe, vol. ii.]

[Footnote 45: Von Stein, the name of Goethe's sweetheart--anglicized: _Stone_.]

[Footnote 46: Goethe's correspondence with Madame von Stein, vol. ii., pp. 170, 171. Literal translation.]

[Footnote 47: Schiller's Life, by Caroline von Wollzogen, p. 115.]

[Footnote 48: Schiller's own words.--See "Schiller's Correspondence with Körner," vol. ii., p. 21.]

[Footnote 49: Ibid.]

[Footnote 50: Goethe's words.--See "Goethe's Works," vol. xxiii.]

[Footnote 51: Goethe's words.]

[Footnote 52: In the latter part of the year 1787.]

[Footnote 53: See "Private Letters," vol. iii.]

[Footnote 54:

He who has not the spirit of his age Has nothing but the unhappiness of his age. ]

[Footnote 55: Goethe's own words.--See "Goethe's Correspondence with Madame von Stein," vol. ii., p. 326.]

[Footnote 56: Goethe's own words.]

[Footnote 57: Goethe's own words.--See "Goethe's Correspondence with Madame von Stein," vol. iii., p. 327.]

[Footnote 58: Goethe's own words--See "Correspondence with Madame von Stein," vol iii., p. 328.]

[Footnote 59: Ibid.]

[Footnote 60: Goethe's own words.--See "Correspondence with Madame von Stein," vol. iii., p. 330.]

[Footnote 61: Christiane Vulpius really rejected Goethe's offer of marriage.--See Lewes's Life of Goethe, vol. ii. p. 121.]

[Footnote 62: "Often have I erred, and always found the path again, but never found myself happier; now in this maiden lies my happiness. If this, too, is an error, oh spare me the knowledge, ye gods, and let me only discover it beyond the grave!"]

[Footnote 63: Schiller's own words.--See "Schiller's Correspondence with Körner," vol. ii.]

[Footnote 64: Charlotte's own words.--See "Schiller's Life of Caroline von Wollzogen."]

[Footnote 65: Charlotte's own words.--See "Charlotte: A Life Picture," p. 80.]

[Footnote 66: Schiller's own words.--See "Schiller's Life of Caroline von Wollzogen."]

[Footnote 67: Lottie's own words.--Ibid.]

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"No adventures were ever better worth recounting than are those of Antonio of Monte Velluto, a very Bayard among outlaws.... To all those whose pulses still stir at the recital of deeds of high courage, we may recommend this book.... The chronicle conveys the emotion of heroic adventure, and is picturesquely written."--_London Daily News._

"It has literary merits all its own, of a deliberate and rather deep order.... In point of execution 'The Chronicles of Count Antonio' is the best work that Mr. Hope has yet done. The design is clearer, the workmanship more elaborate, the style more colored."--_Westminster Gazette._

"A romance worthy of all the expectations raised by the brilliancy of his former books, and likely to be read with a keen enjoyment and a healthy exaltation of the spirits by every one who takes it up."--_The Scotsman._

"A gallant tale, written with unfailing freshness and spirit."--_London Daily Telegraph._

"One of the most fascinating romances written in English within many days. The quaint simplicity of its style is delightful, and the adventures recorded in these 'Chronicles of Count Antonio' are as stirring and ingenious as any conceived even by Weyman at his best."--_New York World._

"No adventures were ever better worth telling than those of Count Antonio.... The author knows full well how to make every pulse thrill, and how to hold his readers under the spell of his magic."--_Boston Herald._

_THE GOD IN THE CAR._ New edition. Uniform with "The Chronicles of Count Antonio." 12mo. Cloth, $1.25.

"'The God in the Car' is just as clever, just as distinguished in style, just as full of wit, and of what nowadays some persons like better than wit--allusiveness--as any of his stories. It is saturated with the modern atmosphere; is not only a very clever but a very strong story; in some respects, we think, the strongest Mr. Hope has yet written."--_London Speaker._

"A very remarkable book, deserving of critical analysis impossible within our limit; brilliant, but not superficial; well considered, but not elaborated; constructed with the proverbial art that conceals, but yet allows itself to be enjoyed by readers to whom fine literary method is a keen pleasure."--_London World._

"The book is a brilliant one.... 'The God in the Car' is one of the most remarkable works in a year that has given us the handiwork of nearly all our best living novelists."--_London Standard._

GILBERT PARKER'S BEST BOOKS.

Uniform Edition.

_THE SEATS OF THE MIGHTY._ Being the Memoirs of Captain /Robert Moray/, sometime an Officer in the Virginia Regiment, and afterwards of Amherst's Regiment Illustrated, $1.50.

"Another historical romance of the vividness and intensity of 'The Seats of the Mighty' has never come from the pen of an American. Mr. Parker's latest work may without hesitation be set down as the best he has done. From the first chapter to the last word interest in the book never wanes; one finds it difficult to interrupt the narrative with breathing space. It whirls with excitement and strange adventure.... All of the scenes do homage to the genius of Mr. Parker, and make 'The Seats of the Mighty' one of the books of the year."--_Chicago Record._

"Mr. Gilbert Parker is to be congratulated on the excellence of his latest story, 'The Seats of the Mighty,' and his readers are to be congratulated on the direction which his talents have taken therein.... It is so good that we do not stop to think of its literature, and the personality of Doltaire is a masterpiece of creative art."--_New York Mail and Express._

_THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD._ A Novel. $1.25.

"Mr. Parker here adds to a reputation already wide, and anew demonstrates his power of pictorial portrayal and of strong dramatic situation and climax."--_Philadelphia Bulletin._

"The tale holds the reader's interest from first to last, for it is full of fire and spirit, abounding in incident, and marked by good character drawing."--_Pittsburg Times._

_THE TRESPASSER._ $1.25.

"Interest, pith, force, and charm--Mr. Parker's new story possesses all these qualities.... Almost bare of synthetical decoration, his paragraphs are stirring because they are real. We read at times--as we have read the great masters of romance--breathlessly."--The Critic.

"Gilbert Parker writes a strong novel, but thus far this is his masterpiece.... It is one of the great novels of the year."--Boston Advertiser.

_THE TRANSLATION OF A SAVAGE._ $1.25.

"A book which no one will be satisfied to put down until the end has been matter of certainty and assurance."--_The Nation._

"A story of remarkable interest, originality, and ingenuity of construction."--_Boston Home Journal._

_MRS. FALCHION._ $1.25.

"A well-knit story, told in an exceedingly interesting way, and holding the reader's attention to the end."

By A. CONAN DOYLE,

_Uniform edition. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50 per volume._

_UNCLE BERNAC. A Romance of the Empire._ Illustrated.

"'Uncle Bernac' is for a truth Dr. Doyle's Napoleon. Viewed as a picture of the little man in the gray coat, it must rank before anything he has written. The fascination of it is extraordinary."--_London Daily Chronicle._

"From the opening pages the clear and energetic telling of the story never falters and our attention never flags."--_London Observer._

_RODNEY STONE._ Illustrated.

"A remarkable book, worthy of the pen that gave us 'The White Company,' 'Micah Clarke,' and other notable romances."--_London Daily News._

"A notable and very brilliant work of genius."--_London Speaker._

"'Rodney Stone' is, in our judgment, distinctly the best of Dr. Conan Doyle's novels.... There are few descriptions in fiction that can vie with that race upon the Brighton road."--_London Times._

_THE EXPLOITS OF BRIGADIER GERARD. A Romance of the Life of a Typical Napoleonic Soldier._ Illustrated.

"The brigadier is brave, resolute, amorous, loyal, chivalrous; never was a foe more ardent in battle, more clement in victory, or more ready at need.... Gallantry, humor, martial gayety, moving incident, make up a really delightful book."--_London Times._

"May be set down without reservation as the most thoroughly enjoyable book that Dr. Doyle has ever published."--_Boston Beacon._

_THE STARK MUNRO LETTERS._ Being a Series of Twelve Letters written by /Stark Munro/, M. B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884. Illustrated.

"Cullingworth,... a much more interesting creation than Sherlock Holmes, and I pray Dr. Doyle to give us more of him."--_Richard le Gallienne, in the London Star._

"'The Stark Munro Letters' is a bit of real literature.... Its reading will be an epoch-making event in many a life."--_Philadelphia Evening Telegraph._

_ROUND THE RED LAMP. Being Facts and Fancies of Medical Life._

"Too much can not be said in praise of these strong productions, that to read keep one's heart leaping to the throat, and the mind in a tumult of anticipation to the end.... No series of short stories in modern literature can approach them."--_Hartford Times._

"If Dr. A. Conan Doyle had not already placed himself in the front rank of living English writers by 'The Refugees,' and other of his larger stories, he would surely do so by these fifteen short tales."--_New York Mail and Express._

By S. R. CROCKETT.

Uniform edition. Each, 12mo, cloth, $1.50.

_THE STANDARD BEARER._ An Historical Romance.

"Mr. Crockett's book is distinctly one of _the_ books of the year. Five months of 1898 have passed without bringing to the reviewers' desk anything to be compared with it in beauty of description, convincing characterization, absorbing plot and humorous appeal. The freshness and sweet sincerity of the tale are most invigorating, and that the book will be very much read there is no possible doubt."--_Boston Budget._

"The book will move to tears, provoke to laughter, stir the blood, and evoke heroisms of history, making the reading of it a delight and the memory of it a stimulus and a joy."--_New York Evangelist._

_LADS' LOVE._ Illustrated.

"It seems to us that there is in this latest product much of the realism of personal experience. However modified and disguised, it is hardly possible to think that the writer's personality does not present itself in Saunders McQuhirr.... Rarely has the author drawn more truly from life than in the cases of Nance and 'the Hempie'; never more typical Scotsman of the humble sort than the farmer Peter Chrystie."--_London Athenæum._

_CLEG KELLY, ARAB OF THE CITY. His Progress and Adventures._ Illustrated.

"A masterpiece which Mark Twain himself has never rivaled.... If there ever was an ideal character in fiction it is this heroic ragamuffin."--_London Daily Chronicle._

"In no one of his books does Mr. Crockett give us a brighter or more graphic picture of contemporary Scotch life than in 'Cleg Kelly.'... It is one of the great books."--_Boston Daily Advertiser._

_BOG-MYRTLE AND PEAT._ Third edition.

"Here are idyls, epics, dramas of human life, written in words that thrill and burn.... Each is a poem that has an immortal flavor. They are fragments of the author's early dreams, too bright, too gorgeous, too full of the blood of rubies and the life of diamonds to be caught and held palpitating in expression's grasp."--_Boston Courier._

"Hardly a sketch among them all that will not afford pleasure to the reader for its genial humor, artistic local coloring, and admirable portrayal of character."--_Boston Home Journal._

_THE LILAC SUNBONNET._ Eighth edition.

"A love story, pure and simple, one of the old fashioned, wholesome, sunshiny kind, with a pure-minded, sound-hearted hero, and a heroine who is merely a good and beautiful woman; and if any other love story half so sweet has been written this year it has escaped our notice."--_New York Times._

"The general conception of the story, the motive of which is the growth of love between the young chief and heroine, is delineated with a sweetness and a freshness, a naturalness and a certainty, which places 'The Lilac Sunbonnet' among the best stories of the time."--_New York Mail and Express._

STEPHEN CRANE'S BOOKS.

_THE THIRD VIOLET._ 12mo. Cloth, $1.00.

"By this latest product of his genius our impression of Mr. Crane is confirmed that, for psychological insight, for dramatic intensity, and for the potency of phrase, he is already in the front rank of English and American writers of fiction, and that he possesses a certain separate quality which places him apart."--_London Academy._

"The whole book, from beginning to end, fairly bristles with fun.... It is adapted for pure entertainment, yet it is not easily put down or forgotten."--_Boston Herald._

_THE LITTLE REGIMENT, and Other Episodes of the American Civil War._ 12mo. Cloth, $1.00.

"In 'The Little Regiment' we have again studies of the volunteers waiting impatiently to fight and fighting, and the impression of the contest as a private soldier hears, sees, and feels it, is really wonderful. The reader has no privileges. He must, it seems, take his place in the ranks, and stand in the mud, wade in the river, fight, yell, swear, and sweat with the men. He has some sort of feeling, when it is all over, that he has been doing just these things. This sort of writing needs no praise. It will make its way to the hearts of men without praise."--_New York Times._

"Told with a _verve_ that brings a whiff of burning powder to one's nostrils.... In some way he blazons the scene before our eyes, and makes us feel the very impetus of bloody war."--_Chicago Evening Post._

_MAGGIE: A GIRL OF THE STREETS._ 12mo. Cloth, 75 cents.

"By writing 'Maggie' Mr. Crane has made for himself a permanent place in literature.... Zola himself scarcely has surpassed its tremendous portrayal of throbbing, breathing, moving life."--_New York Mail and Express._

"Mr. Crane's story should be read for the fidelity with which it portrays a life that is potent on this island, along with the best of us. It is a powerful portrayal, and, if somber and repellent, none the less true, none the less freighted with appeal to those who are able to assist in righting wrongs."--_New York Times._

_THE RED BADGE OF COURAGE. An Episode of the American Civil War._ 12mo. Cloth, $1.00.

"Never before have we had the seamy side of glorious war so well depicted.... The action of the story throughout is splendid, and all aglow with color, movement, and vim. The style is as keen and bright as a sword-blade, and a Kipling has done nothing better in this line."--_Chicago Evening Post._

"There is nothing in American fiction to compare with it.... Mr. Crane has added to American literature something that has never been done before, and that is, in its own peculiar way, inimitable."--_Boston Beacon._

"A truer and completer picture of war than either Tolstoy or Zola."--_London New Review._

HAMLIN GARLAND'S BOOKS.

Uniform edition. Each, 12mo, cloth, $1.25.

_WAYSIDE COURTSHIPS._

"A faithful and an entertaining portrayal of village and rural life in the West.... No one can read this collection of short stories without feeling that he is master of the subject."--_Chicago Journal._

"One of the most delightful books of short stories which have come to our notice in a long time."--_Boston Times._

"The historian of the plains has done nothing better than this group of Western stories. Wayside courtships they are, but full of tender feeling and breathing a fine, strong sentiment."--_Louisville Times._

_JASON EDWARDS. An Average Man._

"The average man in the industrial ranks is presented in this story in as lifelike a manner as Mr. Bret Harte presented the men in the California mining camps thirty years ago.... A story which will be read with absorbing interest by hundreds of workingmen."--_Boston Herald._

_A MEMBER OF THE THIRD HOUSE. A Story of Political Warfare._

"The work is, in brief, a keen and searching study of lobbies and lobbyists. At least, it is the lobbies that furnish its motive. For the rest, the story is narrated with much power, and the characters of Brennan the smart wire-puller, the millionaire Davis, the reformer Tuttle, and Evelyn Ward are skillfully individualized.... Mr. Garland's people have this peculiar characteristic, that they have not had a literary world made for them to live in. They seem to move and act in the cold gray light of reality, and in that trying light they are evidently human."--_Chicago Record._

_A SPOIL OF OFFICE. A Story of the Modern West._

"It awakens in the mind a tremendous admiration for an artist who could so find his way through the mists of familiarity to an artistic haven.... In reading 'A Spoil of Office' one feels a continuation of interest extending from the fictional into the actual, with no break or divergence. And it seems to be only a question of waiting a day or two ere one will run up against the characters in real life."

ALSO,

_A LITTLE NORSK; or, Ol' Pap's Flaxen._ 16mo. Boards, 50 cents.

"True feeling, the modesty of Nature, and the sure touch of art are the marks of this pure and graphic story, which has added a bright leaf to the author's laurels."--_Chicago Tribune._

"A delightful story, full of humor of the finest kind, genuine pathos, and enthralling in its vivid human interest."--_London Academy._

/Miss/ F. F. MONTRÉSOR'S BOOKS.

UNIFORM EDITION. EACH, 16MO, CLOTH.

_AT THE CROSS-ROADS._ $1.50.

"Miss Montrésor has the skill in writing of Olive Schreiner and Miss Harraden, added to the fullness of knowledge of life which is a chief factor in the success of George Eliot and Mrs. Humphry Ward.... There is as much strength in this book as in a dozen ordinary successful novels."--_London Literary World._

"I commend it to all my readers who like a strong, cheerful, beautiful story. It is one of the truly notable books of the season."--_Cincinnati Commercial Tribune._

_FALSE COIN OR TRUE?_ $1.25.

"One of the few true novels of the day.... It is powerful, and touched with a delicate insight and strong impressions of life and character.... The author's theme is original, her treatment artistic, and the book is remarkable for its unflagging interest."--_Philadelphia Record._

"The tale never flags in interest, and once taken up will not be laid down until the last page is finished."--_Boston Budget._

"A well-written novel, with well-depicted characters and well-chosen scenes."--_Chicago News._

"A sweet, tender, pure, and lovely story."--_Buffalo Commercial._

_THE ONE WHO LOOKED ON._ $1.25.

"A tale quite unusual, entirely unlike any other, full of a strange power and realism, and touched with a fine humor."--_London World._

"One of the most remarkable and powerful of the year's contributions, worthy to stand with Ian Maclaren's."--_British Weekly._

"One of the rare books which can be read with great pleasure and recommended without reservation. It is fresh, pure, sweet, and pathetic, with a pathos which is perfectly wholesome."--_St. Paul Globe._

"The story is an intensely human one, and it is delightfully told.... The author shows a marvelous keenness in character analysis, and a marked ingenuity in the development of her story."--_Boston Advertiser._

_INTO THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES._ $1.50.

"A touch of idealism, of nobility of thought and purpose, mingled with an air of reality and well-chosen expression, are the most notable features of a book that has not the ordinary defects of such qualities. With all its elevation of utterance and spirituality of outlook and insight it is wonderfully free from overstrained or exaggerated matter, and it has glimpses of humor. Most of the characters are vivid, yet there are restraint and sobriety in their treatment, and almost all are carefully and consistently evolved."--_London Athenæum._

"'Into the Highways and Hedges' is a book not of promise only, but of high achievement. It is original, powerful, artistic, humorous. It places the author at a bound in the rank of those artists to whom we look for the skillful presentation of strong personal impressions of life and character."--_London Daily News._

"The pure idealism of 'Into the Highways and Hedges' does much to redeem modern fiction from the reproach it has brought upon itself.... The story is original, and told with great refinement."--_Philadelphia Public Ledger._

TWO SUCCESSFUL AMERICAN NOVELS.

_LATITUDE 19°._ A Romance of the West Indies in the Year of our Lord 1820. Being a faithful account and true, of the painful adventures of the Skipper, the Bo's'n, the Smith, the Mate, and Cynthia. By Mrs. /Schuyler Crowninshield/. Illustrated. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.

"'Latitude 19°' is a novel of incident, of the open air, of the sea, the shore, the mountain eyrie, and of breathing, living entities, who deal with Nature at first hand.... The adventures described are peculiarly novel and interesting.... Packed with incidents, infused with humor and wit, and faithful to the types introduced, this book will surely appeal to the large audience already won, and beget new friends among those who believe in fiction that is healthy without being maudlin, and is strong without losing the truth."--_New York Herald._

"A story filled with rapid and exciting action from the first page to the last. A fecundity of invention that never lags, and a judiciously used vein of humor."--_The Critic._

"A volume of deep, undeniable charm. A unique book from a fresh, sure, vigorous pen."--_Boston Journal._

"Adventurous and romantic enough to satisfy the most exacting reader.... Abounds in situations which make the blood run cold, and yet, full of surprises as it is, one is continually amazed by the plausibility of the main incidents of the narrative.... A very successful effort to portray the sort of adventures that might have taken place in the West Indies seventy five or eighty years ago.... Very entertaining with its dry humor."--_Boston Herald._

_A HERALD OF THE WEST._ An American Story of 1811-1815. By /J. A. Altsheler/, author of "A Soldier of Manhattan" and "The Sun of Saratoga." 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.

"'A Herald of the West' is a romance of our history which has not been surpassed in dramatic force, vivid coloring, and historical interest.... In these days when the flush of war has only just passed, the book ought to find thousands of readers, for it teaches patriotism without intolerance, and it shows, what the war with Spain has demonstrated anew, the power of the American people when they are deeply roused by some great wrong."--_San Francisco Chronicle._

"The book throughout is extremely well written. It is condensed, vivid, picturesque.... A rattling good story, and unrivaled in fiction for its presentation of the American feeling toward England during our second conflict."--_Boston Herald._

"Holds the attention continuously.... The book abounds in thrilling attractions.... It is a solid and dignified acquisition to the romantic literature of our own country, built around facts and real persons."--_Chicago Times-Herald._

"In a style that is strong and broad, the author of this timely novel takes up a nascent period of our national history and founds upon it a story of absorbing interest."--_Philadelphia Item._

"Mr. Altsheler has given us an accurate as well as picturesque portrayal of the social and political conditions which prevailed in the republic in the era made famous by the second war with Great Britain."--_Brooklyn Eagle._

_"A BOOK THAT WILL LIVE."_

_DAVID HARUM._ A Story of American Life. By /Edward Noyes Westcott/. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.

"Mr. Westcott has done for central New York what Mr. Cable, Mr. Page, and Mr. Harris have done for different parts of the South, and what Miss Jewett and Miss Wilkins are doing for New England, and Mr. Hamlin Garland for the West.... 'David Harum' is a masterly delineation of an American type.... Here is life with all its joys and sorrows.... David Harum lives in these pages as he will live in the mind of the reader.... He deserves to be known by all good Americans; he is one of them in boundless energy, in large-heartedness, in shrewdness, and in humor."--_The Critic._

"Thoroughly a pure, original, and fresh American type. David Harum is a character whose qualities of mind and heart, eccentricities, and dry humor will win for his creator notable distinction. Buoyancy, life, and cheerfulness are dominant notes. In its vividness and force the story is a strong, fresh picture of American life. Original and true, it is worth the same distinction which is accorded the _genre_ pictures of peculiar types and places sketched by Mr. George W. Cable, Mr. Joel Chandler Harris, Mr. Thomas Nelson Page, Miss Wilkins, Miss Jewett, Mr. Garland, Miss French, Miss Murfree, Mr. Gilbert Parker, Mr. Owen Wister, and Bret Harte.... A pretty love story also adds to the attractiveness of the book, that will be appreciated at once by every one who enjoys real humor, strong character, true pictures of life, and work that is 'racy of the soil.'"--_Boston Herald._

"Mr. Westcott has created a new and interesting type.... The character sketching and building, so far as David Harum is concerned, is well-nigh perfect. The book is wonderfully bright, readable, and graphic."--_New York Times._

"The main character ought to become familiar to thousands of readers, and will probably take his place in time beside Joel Chandler Harris's and Thomas Nelson Page's and Miss Wilkins's creations."--_Chicago Times-Herald._

"We give Edward Noyes Westcott his true place in American letters--placing him as a humorist next to Mark Twain, as a master of dialect above Lowell, as a descriptive writer equal to Bret Harte, and, on the whole, as a novelist on a par with the best of those who live and have their being in the heart of hearts of American readers. If the author is dead--lamentable fact--his book will live."--_Philadelphia Item._

"True, strong, and thoroughly alive, with a humor like that of Abraham Lincoln and a nature as sweet at the core. The spirit of the book is genial and wholesome, and the love story is in keeping with it.... The book adds one more to the interesting list of native fiction destined to live, portraying certain localities and types of American life and manners."--_Boston Literary World._

"A notable contribution to those sectional studies of American life by which our literature has been so greatly enriched in the past generation.... A work of unusual merit."--_Philadelphia Press._

"One of the few distinct and living types in the American gallery."--_St. Louis Globe-Democrat._

"The quaint character of 'David Harum' proves to be an inexhaustible source of amusement."--_Chicago Evening Post._

"It would be hard to say wherein the author could have bettered the portrait he sets before us."--_Providence Journal._

"Full of wit and sweetness."--_Baltimore Herald._

"Merits the heartiest and most unequivocal praise.... It is a pleasure to call the reader's attention to this strong and most original novel, a novel that is a decided and most enduring addition to American literature."--_Boston Saturday Evening Gazette._

A PICTORIAL HISTORY OF THE WAR WITH SPAIN.

_CANNON AND CAMERA._ Sea and Land Battles of the Spanish-American War in Cuba, Camp Life, and Return of the Soldiers. Described and illustrated by /J. C. Hemment/, War Artist at the Front. With over one hundred full-page pictures taken by the author, and an Index. Large 12mo. Cloth, $2.00.

"The most interesting book about the war so far is 'Cannon and Camera.' It is also the best, considered purely as a narrative. Mr. Hemment was at the right places at the right times.... No series of pictures as good as this on the scenes and events of the war has been made by any other man."--_Boston Herald._

"Clever and picturesque.... Over one hundred capital instantaneous photographs illustrate Mr. Hemment's well-written record, and not the least of the book's recommendations is the outspoken simplicity of its style and the strong impression it makes upon the reader of being the uninfluenced evidence of an eye-witness who 'draws the thing as he see it,' and without exaggeration or prejudice."--_Sunday-School Times._

"Will have a permanent value and a popularity which doubtless the more technical books will lack."--_Army and Navy Register._

"Accurate as well as picturesque.... Mr. Hemment has done his work well. In point of faithful realism there has thus far been nothing better in the whole war literature."--_Boston Journal._

"The pictures comprise the best set of war views that we have seen."--_Philadelphia Inquirer._

"He is able to give us consecutive pictures of the war, possessing the great value of viewing it from beginning to end."--_Baltimore Sun._

"It is a history of the war that will become more valuable as time passes, for it is, in its pictures, an unimpeachable record of events."--_Cleveland Plain Dealer._

_RECOLLECTIONS OF THE CIVIL WAR._ By /Charles A. Dana/. With Portrait. Large 12mo. Cloth, gilt top, uncut, $2.00.

"Out of his rich material Mr. Dana has woven a marvelous narrative.... Written, as the book is, in Mr. Dana's inimitable English, it is worthy to rank with the autobiography of Grant in the list of the really great works which will bear down to posterity the true story of the great war for freedom and for the Union."--_Boston Journal._

"It is a book filled with vitality and warm with strong life. It tells history in the strongest and most impressive manner, and the personality of the writer gives it an additional interest. It is one of the valuable books of the year.... It is sincere even in its prejudices; the most original and enduring work of a strong thinker. The book is a most important contribution to the history of the civil war; it is readable from first page to last, and its vitality will outlast that of more elaborate works on the same subject."--_Boston Saturday Evening Gazette._

"The book will rank among the trustworthy sources of knowledge of the civil war."--_New York Evening Post._

"As interesting as a novel."--_Buffalo Commercial._

"The book is one of absorbing interest."--_Providence Journal._

THE STORY OF THE WEST SERIES.

/Edited by/ RIPLEY HITCHCOCK.

Each, illustrated, 12mo, cloth, $1.50.

_THE STORY OF THE RAILROAD._ By /Cy Warman/, author of "The Express Messenger," etc. With Maps, and many Illustrations by B. West Clinedinst and from photographs.

"As we understand it, the editor's ruling idea in this series has not been to present chronology or statistics or set essays on the social and political development of the great West, but to give to us vivid pictures of the life and the times in the period of great development, and to let us see the men at their work, their characters, and their motives. The choice of an author has been fortunate. In Mr. Warman's book we are kept constantly reminded of the fortitude, the suffering, the enterprise, and the endurance of the pioneers. We see the glowing imagination of the promoter, and we see the engineer scouting the plains and the mountains, fighting the Indians, freezing and starving, and always full of a keen enthusiasm for his work and of noble devotion to his duty. The construction train and the Irish boss are not forgotten, and in the stories of their doings we find not only courage and adventure, but wit and humor."--_The Railroad Gazette._

_THE STORY OF THE COWBOY._ By /E. Hough/, author of "The Singing Mouse Stories," etc. Illustrated by William L. Wells and C. M. Russell.

"Mr. Hough is to be thanked for having written so excellent a book. The cowboy story, as this author has told it, will be the cowboy's fitting eulogy. This volume will be consulted in years to come as an authority on past conditions of the far West. For fine literary work the author is to be highly complimented. Here, certainly, we have a choice piece of writing."--_New York Times._

_THE STORY OF THE MINE._ As illustrated by the Great Comstock Lode of Nevada. By /Charles Howard Shinn/.

"Mr. Shinn writes from ample personal acquaintance with his subject--such acquaintance as could only be gained by familiarity with the men and the places described, by repeated conversations with survivors of the early mining adventures in the Sierras and the Rockies, and by the fullest appreciation of the pervading spirit of the Western mining camps of yesterday and to-day. Thus his book has a distinctly human interest, apart from its value as a treatise on things material."--_Review of Reviews._

_THE STORY OF THE INDIAN._ By /George Bird Grinnell/, author of "Pawnee Hero Stories," "Blackfoot Lodge Tales," etc.

"Only an author qualified by personal experience could offer us a profitable study of a race so alien from our own as is the Indian in thought, feeling, and culture. Only long association with Indians can enable a white man measurably to comprehend their thoughts and enter into their feelings. Such association has been Mr. Grinnell's."--_New York Sun._

D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, NEW YORK.