And infinite as hell! May it embrace ye!
And burn—burn limbs and sinews, souls, until
It wither ye both up—both—in its arms!”
Elegant denunciation!—“viprous,” “hell,” “sinews and souls.” Has Goethe ever written anything like this? Certainly not. Therefore the “Monthly” is right at p. 11 of the Opinions. Stephens must be equal, if not superior, to the author of “Faust.”
One more specimen of delicate sentiment from the lips of a virgin concerning the lips of her lover, will fully establish the Syncretic code of moral taste:—
CZERINA (faintly). “Do breathe heat into me:
Lay thy warm breath unto my bloodless lips:
I stagger; I—I must—”
CASTALDO. “In mercy, what?”
CZERINA. “Wed!!!”