ut a man can do it." Grabbe thinks: "Man
looks widely, woman deeply; for man the world is the heart, for woman
the heart is the world." Schiller claims: "Women constantly return to
their first word, even if reason has spoken for hours." Karl Julius
Weber, to whom German literature has to credit not a few psychological
observations, says: "Women are greater in misfortune than men on
account of the chief female virtue, patience, but they are smaller in
good fortune than men, on account of the chief female fault, vanity."
Yet as to patience, a German writer of the seventeenth century,
Christoph Lehmann, says: "Obedience and patience do not like to grow
in the garden of the women." But I am anxious to close with a more
polite German observation. Seume holds: "I cannot decide whether the
women have as much reason as the men, but I am perfectly sure that
they have not so much unreason." And yet: "How hard it is for women to
keep counsel," and how many writers since Shakespeare have said this
in their own words.

The poets, to be sure, feel certain that in spite of all these inner
contradictions, they know better than the psychologists, and where
their knowledge falls short, they at least assure the psychologist
that he could not do better. Paul Heyse, in his booklet of
epigrammatic stanzas, writes a neat verse which, in clumsy prose,
says: "Whoever studies the secrets of the soul may bring to light
many a hidden treasure, but which man fits which woman no psychologist
will ever discover." To be sure, as excuse for his low opinion of us
psychologists, it may be said that when he wrote it in Munich thirty
years ago there was no psychological laboratory in the university of
his jolly town and only two or three in the world. But to-day we have
more than a hundred big laboratories in all countries, and even Munich
now has its share in them, so that Heyse may have improved on his
opinion since then. But in any case we psychologists do not take our
revenge by thinking badly of the naive psychology of the poets and of
the man on the street. Yet we have seen that their so-called
psychology is made up essentially of picturesque metaphors, or of
moral advice, of love and malice, and that we have to sift big volumes
before we strike a bit of psychological truth; even then, how often it
has shown itself haphazard and accidental, vague and distorted! The
mathematical statistics of the professional students of the mind and
their test exper