careful tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the
misfortune to survive her." The poet himself was, at his own
desire, interred beside her worshipped grave.

Goethe, like Schiller, owed the bias of his mind and character to
his mother, who was a woman of extraordinary gifts. She was full
of joyous flowing mother-wit, and possessed in a high degree the
art of stimulating young and active minds, instructing them in the
science of life out of the treasures of her abundant experience. (12)
After a lengthened interview with her, an enthusiastic traveller
said, "Now do I understand how Goethe has become the man he is."
Goethe himself affectionately cherished her memory. "She was
worthy of life!" he once said of her; and when he visited
Frankfort, he sought out every individual who had been kind to his
mother, and thanked them all.

It was Ary Scheffer's mother--whose beautiful features the
painter so loved to reproduce in his pictures of Beatrice, St.
Monica, and others of his works--that encouraged his study of
art, and by great self-denial provided him with the means of
pursuing it. While living at Dordrecht, in Holland, she first
sent him to Lille to study, and afterwards to Paris; and her
letters to him, while absent, were always full of sound motherly
advice, and affectionate womanly sympathy. "If you could but see
me," she wrote on one occasion, "kissing your picture, then, after
a while, taking it up again, and, with a tear in my eye, calling
you 'my beloved son,' you would comprehend what it costs me to use
sometimes the stern language of authority, and to occasion to you
moments of pain. * * * Work diligently--be, above all, modest
and humble; and when you find yourself excelling others, then