willingly be of one mind with Bismarck if only he would always be of one mind with himself, or, at least, endevour to be so for the future! True, without principles, but with deep-seatel impulses, a moralle mine in the service of strong, deep-seated impulses, and, for this very reason, without principles—should be my— thing but startling in a statesman, and should, on the contrary, be considered as the proper and natural thing: but, unfortunately, up to now, it was decidedly un-German as public excitement about music, and discord and discontent about the musician, or as the new and extraordinary attitude adopted by Schopenhauer, who is neither above the things nor on his knees before the things—either of these might yet have been called German—but against the things. How incredible and disagreeable ! To range oneself along with the things and yet oppose them, and, last of all, oneself! What can the unconditional admirer do with such a model? And again, what is he to do with three such models who do not mean to be at peace with one another? Schopenhauer, the antagonist of Wagner's music; Wagner, the antagonist of Bismarck's policy; and Bismarck, the antagonist of all Wagnerism and Schopenhauerism. What are we to do! Where shall we quench our thirst for hero-worship? Might we not, from the music of a composer, select a hundred bars or so of good music, which strike home to the heart, and to which we would cling with affection,
