and Romans no longer sufficed his omnivorous appetite and his “panoramic ability.”  When Hammer-Purgstall’s German version of the D[=i]w[=a]n of H[=a]f[=i]z came into his hands he at once set about making himself at home in the mental world of the Persian and Arabic poets.  Thus arose his Divan (1819), in which he imitated the oriental costume, but not the form.  His aim was to reproduce in German verse the peculiar savor of the Orientals, with their unique blend of sensuality, wit, and mystic philosophy.  But the feeling—­the inner experience—­was all his own.  The best book of the Divan, the one called Suleika, was inspired by a very real liking for Marianne Willemer, a talented lady who played the love-game with him and actually wrote some of the poems long ascribed to Goethe himself.

At last, in 1824, when he was seventy-five years old, he came back once more to his Faust, the completion of which had long floated before his mind as a duty that he owed to himself and to the world.  There was no longer any doubt as to what his great life-work was to be.  With admirable energy and with perfect clarity of vision he addressed himself to the gigantic task, the general plan of which and many of the details had been thought out long before.  It was finished in the summer of 1831.  About sixty years after he had penned the first words of Faust, the disgruntled pessimist at war with life, he took leave of him as a purified soul mounting upward among the saints toward the Ineffable Light, under the mystic guidance of the Eternal-Womanly.

Goethe died March 18, 1832.  The story that his last words were “more light” is probably nothing more than a happy invention.

Admirers of the great German see more in him than the author of the various works which have been all too briefly characterized in the preceding sketch.  His is a case where, in very truth, the whole is more than the sum of the parts.  Goethe is the representative of an epoch.  He stands for certain ideals which are not those of the present hour, but which it was of inestimable value to the modern man to have thus nobly worked out and exemplified in practice.  Behind and beneath his writings, informing them and giving them their value for posterity, is a wonderful personality which it is a delight and an education to study in the whole process of its evolution.  By way of struggle, pain and error, like his own Faust, he arrived at a view of life, in which he found inspiration and inner peace.  It is outlined in the verses which he placed before his short poems as a sort of motto: 

  Wide horizon, eager life,
  Busy years of honest strife,
  Ever seeking, ever founding,
  Never ending, ever rounding,
  Guarding tenderly the old,
  Taking of the new glad hold,
  Pure in purpose, light of heart,
  Thus we gain—­at least a start.

[Illustration:  THE DEATH OF GOETHE Fritz Fleischer]