and faith; it is natural and spontaneous love, thwarted
by convention and circumstance; it is condemnation
before men, and forgiveness before God; it is the
ideal and the worldly; it is an epitome of human life,—love,
joy, sorrow, sin,—birth, life, death, and
the sure hope of resurrection. How pregnant with
expression was it to a mind like Scheffer’s,
where the intellectual, the affectional, and the spiritual
natures were so nicely blended! He first painted
“Margaret at her Wheel,” in 1831,—accompanied
by a “Faust tormented by Doubt.” These
were two simple heads, each by itself, like a portrait,
but with all the fine perception of character which
constitutes an ideal work. Next he painted “Margaret
at Church.” Here other figures fill up the
canvas; but the touching expression of the young girl,
whose soul is just beginning to be torn by the yet
new joy of her love and the bitter consciousness of
her lost innocence, fills the mind of the spectator.
This is the most inspired and the most touching of
all the pictures; it strikes the key-note of the whole
story; it is the meeting of the young girl’s
own ideal world of pure thought with the outward world.
The sense of guilt comes from the reflection in the
thoughts of those about her; and where all before
was peace and love, now come discord and agony;—she
has eaten of the tree of knowledge of good and evil,
and is already cast out of her paradise. “Margaret
on the Sabbath,” “Margaret going out of
Church,” and “Margaret walking in the Garden,”
are all charming idyls, but have less expression.
The last picture, painted just before Scheffer’s
death, and soon to be engraved, represents “Margaret
at the Fountain.” “It is full of
expression, and paints the joy and pain of love still
struggling in the young girl’s heart, while conscience
begins to make its chiding voice heard.”
The “Mignons” are the best known of all
Scheffer’s works of this period. The youngest
one, “Mignon regrettant sa Patrie,” is
the most satisfactory in its simple, unconscious expression.
The wonderful child stands in the most natural attitude,
absorbed in her own thought, and struggling to recall
those dim memories, floating in beauty before her
mind, which seem almost to belong to a previous state
of existence. There is less of the weird and
fantastic than Goethe has given to her,—but
the central, deep nature is beautifully reproduced.
“Mignon aspirant au Ciel,” although full
of spiritual beauty, is a little more constrained;
the longing after her heavenly home is less naturally
expressed than her childish regret; the pose is a little
mannered; and the feeling is more conscious, but less
deep. “Mignon with the Old Harper”
is far less interesting; the old man’s head does
not express that mixture of inspiration and insanity,
the result of a life of love, misery, and wrong, which
Goethe has portrayed in this strange character.