doubtless, depends upon structure, but
structure is again influenced by structure. All is subservient to
sympathy.'

'It is true,' replied the sculptor; 'and what is the influence of the
stars on human conduct but sympathy of the highest degree?'

'I am little accustomed to metaphysical discussions,' remarked Walstein;
'this is, indeed, a sorry subject to amuse a fair lady with, Madame de
Schulembourg.'

'On the contrary,' she replied, 'the mystical ever delights me.'

'Yet,' continued Walstein, 'perceiving that the discontent and
infelicity of man generally increase in an exact ratio with his
intelligence and his knowledge, I am often tempted to envy the ignorant
and the simple.'

'A man can only be content,' replied Schulembourg, 'when his career is
in harmony with his organisation. Man is an animal formed for great
physical activity, and this is the reason why the vast majority, in
spite of great physical suffering, are content. The sense of existence,
under the influence of the action which is necessary to their living,
counterbalances all misery. But when a man has a peculiar structure,
when he is born with a predisposition, or is, in vulgar language, a man
of genius, his content entirely depends upon the predisposition being
developed and indulged. And this is philosophical education, that
sublime art so ill-comprehended!'

'I agree with you,' said Revel, who recollected the nonsense-verses of
Eton, and the logic of Christ Church; 'all the scrapes and unhappiness
of my youth, and I assure you they were not inconsiderable, are to be
ascribed to the obstinate resolution of my family to make a priest out
of a man who wished to be a soldier.'

'And I was disinherited because I would be a physician,' replied
Schulembourg; 'but instead of a poor, insignificant baron, I am now a
noble in four kingdoms and have the orders of all Europe, and that lady
was not ashamed to marry me.'

'I was a swineherd in the wilds of Pomerania,' said Novalis, his eyes
flashing with enthusiasm. 'I ran away to Italy, but I broke my poor
mother's heart.'

There was a dead, painful pause, in which Walstein interposed. 'As for
myself, I suppose I have no predisposition, or I have not found it out.
Perhaps nature intended me for a swineherd, instead, of a baron. This,
however, I do know, that life is an intolerable burthen--at least it
would be,' he added, turning with a smile to his fair hostess, 'were it
not for occasionally meetin