al to show how whorls of leaves appear as blossoms;
how calyx passes into corolla; how leaves of the corolla become
stamens and pistils. After a generation the botanists were willing
enough to accept the statement, and Goethe lived long enough to see it
accepted as the foundation of the Botanical Science of his time.

The critics are apt to call "Faust" his greatest work. The first part
was published in 1805, the second in 1831. Quite too much _finesse_
has been wasted on endeavors to discover his purpose in the poem. It
will live, not from any discovery of his purpose, but because of the
intensity with which it presents the different characters. It will
command and control men all the more, because they do not find in it
the skeleton of what is called an artistic or scientific literary
plan. It is impossible, in the limited range of this article, even to
name the several works, many of them of great importance, of the last
half of his life. With his assiduous industry, so assiduous that he
was never satisfied, perhaps, unless he was at work, he edited an art
journal, _Kunst und Alterthum_, from 1816 to 1828. In a thousand
methods of publication he sent out poems, dramas, novels, and
pamphlets. He had the satisfaction of knowing that Europe and America
regarded him as the first author of his time.

Goethe married, in 1806, Christiana Vulpius, who had been employed as
a servant in his family. She died in the year 1816. He seems to have
really lamented her death.

His old age was serene. The jubilee of his arrival in Weimar was
celebrated with great enthusiasm, on November 7, 1825. All through the
last years of his life he was receiving tokens of admiration from all
parts of the world. They gratified his vanity, and satisfied his
pride.

He died on March 22, 1832. His last words have been well remembered;
"More light!"

[Signature of the author.]

SIR WALTER SCOTT

By W. C. TAYLOR, LL.D.

(1771-1832)

[Illustration: Scott in Childhood.]

The life of an author who took no active part in public affairs, but
sent forth from his own fireside those marvels of imagination which
have afforded delight and instruction to millions, furnishes interest
of a different kind from the biographies of those whose names are
associated with great events. We look more to the man than to his age;
we endeavor to trace the circumstances by which his mind was moulded
and his tastes formed, and we feel anxious to discover the