/ Di igitized by the Internet Archive in 2015 https://archive.org/details/illustrationstogOOgoet THE LIBRAfir OF THE VNIVERilTr 9f ltl!li|f| ILLUSTRATIONS TO GOETHE'S FAUST WITH ILLUSTRATIVE SELECTIONS FROM THE TEXT OF BAYARD TAYLOR'S TRANSLATLON 'Boston COPyniGHTED AND PUBLISHED BT ESTES AND LAURIAT 1877 0^ EtYr I N T II O D U C T I O N. The story of the Devil and Dr. Fanstiis, told many times, received at tlie hand of Goethe such masterly treatment that it at once took high rank as one of the most original productions of the German drama. The celebrated outlines of Eetzsch have given the very essence of the leading occm-rences in this tragedy. In them we trace the vivid thoughts that filled the mind of the great German poet, when in his inimitable production he portrayed the various sentiments and passions that animate the human breast. As we turn over the following pages, we cannot but be astonished at the facility with which the artist has grasped the outward expression of the passions, and transferred to his paper, with a delicacy and accuracy of touch, the inmost thoughts of the distinguished poet. The translation has been compiled from the work of one of our own American poets. Bayard Taylor, to whose kindness and that of his publishers, Messrs. J. R. Osgood & Co., we are indebted for our extracts. It does not pretend to contain a full translation of Goethe's work : such is not the object of this volume ; but the abstracts faithfully portray the subject-matter of the sketches, and will serve as a companion and assistant to the lover of Faust, as he turns over the sketches in outline, drawn to illustrate the master-piece of Goethe. L^^ :[']K.(:«ij:ir';('TioM FAUST AND FAUST. Seest thou tlie l)lack dog coursing there, through corn and stubble ? WAGNER. Long shice ; yet deemed him not important in the least. FAUST. Inspect liim close : for what tak'st thou the beast ? WAGNER. Why, for a poodle who has lost his master, And scents about, his track to find. FAUST. Seest thou the spiral circles, narrowing faster, Which he, approaching, round us seems to wind ? A streaming trail of fire, if I see rightly, Follows his path of mystery. WAGNER. It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly : Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. FAUST. It seems to me that with enchanted cunnins; It snares our feet, some future chain to bind. NER. — Plate 2. WAGXER. I see him timidly, in doubt, around us running, Since, in his master's stead, two strangers doth he find. FAUST. The circle narrows : he is near ! WAGNER. A dog thou seest, and not a phantom, here ! Behold him stop ; — upon his belly crawl ; — His tail set wagging : canine habits, all ! FAUST. Come, follow us ! Come here, at least ! WAGNER. 'Tis the ab.surdest, drollest beast. Stand still, and you will see him wait ; Address him, and he gambols straight ; If something 's lost, he '11 quickly bring it, — Your cane, if in the stream you fling it. FAUST. No doubt you 're right : no trace of mind, I own, Is in the beast : I see but drill alone. WAGNER. The dog, when he 's well educated, Is by the wisest tolerated. Yes, he deserves your favor thoroughly, — The clever scholar of the students, he ! r-j. lin^raved by Hearv Mosee FAXTiST AW ID) WAGSTKR , FAUST IN HIS STUDY. — P/a;;e 3. — If I must share my chamber with thee, Poodle, stop that howling, prithee ! Cease to l^ark and bellow ! Such a noisy disturbing fellow I '11 no lon2:er suffer near me. One of us, — dost hear me ! — Must leave, I fear me. No longer guest-right I bestow : The door is open, art free to go. But what do I see in the creature ? Is that in the course of nature ? Is't actual fact ? or Fancy's shows ? How long and broad my poodle grows ! He rises mightily : A canine form that cannot be ! What a spectre I 've harbored thus ! He resembles a hippopotamus, With fiery eyes, teeth terrible to see : 0, now am I sure of thee ! For all of thy half-hellish brood The Key of Solomon is good. PL. .1 FAUST MAKES OVER HIS SOUL TO MEPHTSTOPHELES. — P/«^e 4. FAUST. What wilt from me, Base Spirit, say ? Brass, marble, parchment, paper, clay ? The terms with graver, quill, or chisel, stated ? I freely leave the choice to thee. MEPHISTOPHELES. Why heat thyself, thus instiintly, With eloquence exaggerated ? Each leaf for such a pact is good ; And to subscribe thy name thou 'It take a drop of blood. FAUST. If thou therewith art fully satisfied, So let us by the farce abide. MEPHISTOPHELES. Blood is a juice of rarest quality. FAUST. Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever ! The promise that I make to thee Is just the sum of my endeavor. I have myself inflated all too high : My proper place is thy estate. The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply, And Nature shuts on me her gate. The thread of Thought at last is broken, And knowledge brings disgust unspoken. Let us the sensual deeps exjDlore, To quench the fervors of glowing passion ; Let every marvel take form and fashion, Through the impervious veil it wore ! Plunge we in Time's tumultuous dance, In the rush and roll of Circumstance ! Then may delight and distress, And worry and success, Alternately follow, as best they can : Restless activity proves the man. MEPHISTOPHELES. For you no bound, no term, is set. Whether you everywhere be trying, Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying. May it agree with you, what you get ! Only fall to, and show no timid balking. FAUST AND MEPiriSTOPIIELES. I fain ^vould drink with you, my glass to Free- dom clinking, If t'svere a better wine that here I see you drinking. SIEBEL. Don't let us hear that speech again ! MEPHISTOPHELES. Did I not fear the landlord might complain, I 'd treat these worthy guests, with pleasure, To some from out our cellar's treasure. SIEBEL. Just treat, and let the landlord me arraign ! FKOSCH. And if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample. But do not give too very small a sample ; For, if its quality I decide, With a good mouthful I must be supplied. ALTMAYER. They 're from the Ehine : I guessed as much, before, MEPHISTOPHELES. . t Bring me a gimlet here. BRANDER. What shall therewith be done ? You 've not the casks already at the door ? ALTMAYER. Yonder, within the landlord's box of tools, there 's one ! MEPHISTOPHELES. Now give me of your taste some intimation. IN THE TAVERN. — Plate 5. FROSCH. How do you mean ? Have you so many kinds ? MEPHISTOPHELES. The choice is free : make up your minds. ALTMAYER. Aha ! you lick your chops, from sheer anticipa- tion. FROSCH. Good ! if I have the choice, so let the wine be Rhenish ! Our fatherland can best the sparkling cup re- plenish. MEPHISTOPHELES {"--M singular gestures) . Grapes the vine-stem bears. Horns the he-goat wears ; ' The grapes are juicy, the vines are wood, — The wooden table gives wine as good ! Into the depths of Nature peer, — Onl}^ believe, there 's a miracle here ! Now draw the stoppers and drink your fill ! ALL. 0 beautiful fountain that flows at will ! MEPHISTOPHELES. But have a care that you nothing spiU. ALL. As t'were five hundred hogs we feel, So cannabalic jolly ! MEPHISTOPHELES. See, now, the race is happy — it is free ! FAUST. To leave them is my inclination. FAUST AND MEPBLIST-OFHlEILEa IKT THE TAVTEBIT. THE LISRAIir OF THE FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES IN THE WITCHES' CkYY.. — Plate 6. FAUST (uho has been standing he/ore a mirror, now approachiv/j and now retreating from it). What do I see ? What heavenly form revealed Shows through the glass from Magic's fair do- minions ! 0 lend me, Love, the swiftest of thy pinions, And bear me to her beauteous field ! Ah, if I leave this spot with fond designing, If I attempt to venture near. Dim, as through gathering mist, her charms appear ! A woman's form, in beauty shining ! Can woman, then, so lovely be ? And must I find her body, there reclining, Of all the heavens the bright epitome ? Can Earth with such a thing be mated ? MEPniSTOPnELES. Why, surely, if a God first plagues Himself six days, Then self contented, Bravo ! says, Must something clever be created. This time thine eyes be satiate : I '11 yet detect thy sweetheart and ensnare her, And blest is he, who has the lucky fate. Some day, as bridegroom, home to bear her. THE WITCH GIVES FAUST THE WITCH. Wherein, Sirs, can I be of use ? MEPIIISTOPIIELES. Give us a goljlet of the well-known juice ! But, I must beg you, of the oldest beverage ; The years a double strength produce. THE wiTcn. With all my heart ! Now, here 's a bottle, Wherefrom, sometimes, I wet my throttle, Which, also, not the slightest, stinks ; And willingly a glass I'll fill him. [ Whisperiiir/.'^ Yet, if tliis man without due preparation drinks. As well thou know'st, within an hour 'twill kill him. MEPniSTOPnELES. He is a friend of mine, with whom it will agree. And he deserves thy kitchen's best potation : Come, draw thy circle, speak thine adjuration, And fill thy goblet full and free ! FAUST {to MEPHISTOPHELES). Now what shall come of this ? the creatures antic. The crazy stuff, the gestures frantic, — MAGIC POTION. — P/«^e 7. All the repulsive cheats I view, — Are known to me, and hated, too. MEPHISTOPHELES. 0 nonsense ! That 's a thing for laughter ; Don't be so terribly severe ! She juggles you as doctor now, that, after. The beverage may work the proper cheer. [ The Witch ivilh rniiny ceremonies ponrs the drink into a cup Faust sets it to his Upa, a liyht flame arisesl\ Down with it quickly ! Drain it off ! 'Twill warm thy heart with new desire : Art with the Devil hand and glove, And wilt thou be afraid of fire ? MEPHISTOPHELES. And now, away ! Thou dar'st not rest. FAUST. One rapid glance within the mirror give me How beautiful that woman form ! MEPHISTOPHELES. No, no ! The paragon of all, believe me, Thou soon shalt see alive and warm. THE UBfil^W Of THE FAUST SEES MARGARET FOR THE FIRST TIME. — PZa^e 8. The Street. FAUST. (Marijaret passlw/ by.) Fair lady, let me not offend you : That arm and escort I would lend you ! MAEGARET. I 'm neither lady, neither fair, And home I can go Avithout j^our care. • FATTST. By Heaven, the girl is wondrous fair. Of all I 've seen, beyond compare ! So sweetly virtuous and pure. And yet a httle pert, be sure ! The lips so red, the cheek's clear dawn, I '11 not forget while the world rolls on How she cast down her timid eyes, Deep in my heart imprinted lies ; How short and sharp of speech was she Why, 'twas a real ecstasy ! JF'AlfxiT SjEJKS MAIRGAEET FOB THE iFIKxIT TITjIE , TNE UBRARY OF THE WWWttTlf If MARGARET IN HER CHAMBER. — Pifa^e Evening. : MARGAEET. I'd sometliing give, could I but say Who was that gentleman, to-day. Surely a gallant man was he, And of a noble family ; So much could I in his face behold, — And he wouldn't, else, have been so bold. m UBRMY OF THE I FAUST INTRODUCED INTO MARGARET'S CHAMBER BY MEPHISTOPHELES. — P/a^e 10. FAUST. (H