The pruning in the wild gardens of
nature is never forborne. Many of the best must die of consumption,
many of despair, and many be stupid and insane, before the one great
and fortunate life, which they each predicted, can shoot up into a
thrifty and beneficent existence.
But passing to a letter which is a generous and a just tribute
to Bettina von Arnim, we have it in our power to furnish our
correspondent and all sympathizing readers with a sketch, (* 2)
though plainly from no very friendly hand, of the new work of that
eminent lady, who in the silence of Tieck and Schelling, seems to
hold a monopoly of genius in Germany.
(* 2) We translate the following extract from the Berlin
Correspondence of the Deutsche Schnellpost of September.
"At last has the long expected work of the Frau von Arnim here
appeared. It is true her name is not prefixed; more properly is the
dedication, _This Book belongs to the King_, also the title; but
partly because her genius shines so unmistakeably out of every line,
partly because this work refers so directly to her earlier writings,
and appears only as an enlargement of them, none can doubt who the
author is.
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