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I will say this to the credit of the “ The prince, unable to conceal his pain, scholars- few would have been inclined

Gazed on the fair to kick them for any affectation. In

Who caused his care, general, the parts were quite under- And sigh’d and look'd, sigh'd and done. I did not, however, often try

look'd, very high flights, nor too pathetic Sigh’d and look'd, and sigh'd again.” sometimes venturing upon the humor. Did ever any one look more like a fool?

My favourite piece for instruc- —but the two following lines are so tion, excepting some Latin which I utterly contra bonos mores, that it is do not speak of, was Cowper's Selkirk best to pass them over, as unfit for a on his desolate Island; and often the pot-house :little insensitive brutes did offend me,

“ With love and wine at once oppress'd.” cantering so amblingly round the island

Nor does the epigrammatic conclusion,

however good in a minor piece, or 66 From the centre all round to the sea;

suiting the conceit of an Italian sonand I may very fairly quote another net, please me, though so often reline of that beautiful poem, descriptive peated and imitated :of their style-

“ He raised a mortal to the skies, “ Their tameness was shocking to me.”

She drew an angel down.” Others were much more ambitious. Pope's ending is perhaps a little less Heroes, and heroines too, were orally epigrammatical

, and that is a wonder

for him :enacted, from the utmost fury to the most diminutive pathetic. There were

6. His numbers raised a shade from hell, two especial favourites, and perhaps

Hers lift the soul to heaven.they are so still at most schools,- The antithetical “ mortal and angel" Alexander's Feast" and Collins's are not exchanged for the better in “ Ode on the Passions.” Justice must 66 soul and shade.” A boy in spoutbe done to the school, however-the ing Pope's, thinking perhaps that numerous burlesques upon these sel. Pope, according to his nature, meant dom reached a public exhibition. It to be satirical, altered the or into and, was amusement enough to a senior turning at once the pathetic into wit, boy to seat himself with the dignity of -and it might have been personally a teacher, and with a little boy before applied by some of the audiencehim, say, like another Hamlet, “Speak Restore, restore Eurydice to life, that speech, I pray you." « Alex. Oh, take the husband and return the wife.” ander's Feast” was the aim of high I dare say this arose from the vulgar ambition. Admit a few words, Euse- take the husband and then,“ return bius, on that celebrated ode, and the the wife” is but a huckstering expresother odes on St Cecilia's day. From sion. There is a passage in this “ St my very boyhood I disliked the Cecilia's Day” of Pope, perhaps the “ Feast." I thought it not much to best in it, that is after all borrowed, as the credit of music, that it should turn it seems to me, from Dryden's first Ode so great a hero into such a brute.

on the subject; and, though good now, Whether it be from that early preju- it sinks into insignificance in the comdice I know not; but I cannot read it

parison. Will you, Eusebius, think now without seeing it, or rather feel- it no imitation at all? I do. The ing it, to be a splendid burlesque—a kindred trees standing around, show travestie of the heroics. It is the very the picture to be an imitation, as well clown turned harlequin, that

as the whole style.
6 With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,

“ High on the stern the Thracian raised

his strain,
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,

While Argos saw her kindred trees

Descend from Pelion to the main ;
And seems to shake the spheres."

Transported demigods stood round,
” is vile ; but we soon

And men grew heroes at the sound, have a little more than 6 seems, ma

Inflamed with glory's charms: dam! nay, not seems!”-and here, had Each chief his seven-fold shield display'd, the Society for the Suppression of Vice And half unsheath’d the shining blade; existed, they would have prosecuted And seas and rocks and skies reboundglorious John”.

To arms ! to arms! to arms!”
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I am sure you don't like“ transported Begging the Doctor's pardon, will demigods "—it too forcibly makes the you not agree with me that this is Argo a convict-ship-smells of Bo- rather too strong of the conceit? It tany Bay; nor “ inflamed with glory's is almost a pun, and certainly sug. charms. One really seems to see the gests one, for the diapason does but arrival of those patriots, recently con- signify the organization of man. Imvicted of Russellism, at their place of mediately follows the sublime passage destination. But here Pope cast a quoted, and it is remarkable for its shadow before him he knew nothing striking force of repetition of rhyme of. The lines and the picture are that the music may be all perfect

, in vigorous and vivid. Ten thousand which respect the Doctor thinks the times more magnificent is the won first stanza deficient. Hear what furdrous passage in Dryden's first Ode. ther the Doctor says of this ode: “The I had rather be the author of these few conclusion is likewise striking, but it lines than the whole “ Celebrated Ode," includes an image so awful in itself, Alexander's Feast:

that it can owe little to poetry; and I " What passion cannot Music raise and

could wish the antithesis of Music quell!

untuning had found some other place. When Jubal struck the chorded shell, • As from the power of sacred lays His listening brethren stood around, The spheres began to move,

And, wondering, on their faces fell And sung the great Creator's praise To worship that celestial sound.

To all the blest above :
Less than a god they thought there could So when the last and dreadful hour
not dwell

This crumbling pageant shall devour,
Within the hollow of that shell, The trumpet shall be heard on high,

That spoke so sweetly and so well. The dead shall live, the living die,
What passion cannot Music raise and And Music shall untune the sky.""

quell!” The instant worship, and prostration thing to the great original from which

However grand this may be, it is nobefore the supposed divinity, raises the it borrows, and deteriorates the grausubject, Music, as high as it is possible deur by the last line, which is both a to raise it. As a whole, indeed, that conceit and a meanness, particularly first ode is very fine. Is it not strange of expression, as inadequate to the that Johnson, who speaks of it in idea, false as it is. such high terms, does not notice this, the most beautiful and most poetical

Poetry, if not music, has led me astray.

When multitudes are waiting at the passage in the whole ode? Hear what the Doctor says. He is speaking of great gates for admission to hear the Dryden :

college orators, shall I act showman* In his first ode for Cecilia's Day,

with walk in, gentlemen and ladies?" which is lost in the splendour of the

When they did assemble on that partisecond, there are

cular occasion, I assure you, Eusebius,

passages which would have dignified any other poet.

I should have made but a sorry usher The first stanza is vigorous and ele- is, with only half his work over : such

to any sight. You know what a fag gant, though the word diapason is too technical, and the rhymes are too re.

was I then; for I had not been a year mote from one another.

in college, and, but that I was in fact • From harmony, from heavenly harmony,

imprisoned, I had a fag-like, vagabond The universal frame began ;

look. I am quite certain that I was When Nature underneath a heap

so stupid and senseless, that the finest Of jarring atoms lay,

acting in the world would not have And could not heave her head ;

drawn me into pathetics. I did not The tuneful voice was heard from high, Abradates," some beautiful lines, the

care a pin's head for “ Panthea and Then cold and heat, and moist and dry, and performing too, geniuses

of the

composition of one of the promising, In order to their stations leap, And Musie's power obey.

school; and yet, when the heroine From harmony, from heavenly harmony, slew herself over the dead body of her This universal frame began :

husband, how did the handkerchiefs From harmony to harmony

fly out-what tears were shed !- and Through all the compass of the notes that, Eusebius, was all my doing-,

all my thunder," as old Dennis used The diapason closing full in man.

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advance the company are not yet beer; and enjoyed the singular luxury seated. I wish you had known the of drinking it out of silver cups. We great school-room ; perhaps you have had also leather jacks or nipperkins, seen it, picture of rods and all - which were filled every evening, and “Quæque ipse miserrima vidi," and taken to our chambers, our sleeping I may add_" et quorum pars magna

apartments, and studying apartments, fui.' Imagine the large space well and banqueting rooms—for here we filled—you may see a procession, if used to banquet every night after chayou will but shut your outward eyes pel—for which purpose each boy took and open your inner, of wardens, and from the buttery his portion of bread doctors, and masters, and gentlemen, and cheese. And thus after chapel, and ladies, all in their best, making we all, high and low in the school, their way between rows of admiring big and little, spent a social hour of youths, boys, and urchins, to the right real enjoyment; and, if it was winter, as you enter the school, and finally by the side of an excellent fire. Thus seating themselves on the raised seats the seventy boys were distributed in of several tiers occupying the end of seven chambers, so that each cham

It is a goodly sight; and ber had its little social party. Each there they are waiting to hear the was a little distinct family, and a tie speeches spoken. Of the actors, the not unlike that of a family good-will vain and ambitious are impatient to was acknowledged and felt. In forbegin the modest, for observe it is mer days, one of these chambers was summer, and very hot in a crowded consecrated to the rod, and there reroom, are suffering under additional main still perhaps some portion of the perspiration. On their proper seats representation of the insignia of office. of dignity sit the wardens, supported a

This was the seventh chamber. There trifle below on either side by the in- is an anecdote handed down of Queen formator, or head master, and second Elizabeth visiting the college, and

At the wardens' elbow you being taken to this chamber by a boy might see little morocco cases; these whom she selected as her cicerone. are the prize medals, which I always They say that her Majesty, viewing used to think of as Peter Pindar spoke the picture of the rod, asked the boy of princesses' lips—such as

how often he had been flogged, to " I never kies'd, and never shall.”

which question he readily replied from

Virgil — Now, I dare say you are impatient, and asking, as many others then did,

Infandum, Regina, jubes renovare do. when are the speeches to begin ? and

lorem. there is this difference between you and We did not always confine ourselves those enquirers, for you want more to a bread-and-cheese supper, but octo know the end than the beginning. casionally made some important addiBut I must not forget myself; for I tions. I say occasionally--for we had assure you I intend

yet to be a prin- little need, in a general way, of any cipal actor. Where was I then ?- thing beyond our allowance, which What doing ? Nothing at all ; but was ample. We fared well. Excellooking on as well as the pushing lent mutton. It is not true that there crowding boys would let me. Yet was nothing but mutton.

There was here I must crave your permission to boiled beef for luncheon ; but it was have another slight digression ; and, not eaten ; and was regularly taken believe me, it is necessary to the con- away for the prisoners in the jail. elusion, or I would not keep you longer. There was only one thing regarding in

suspense. I said I was at this time our eating which was atrocious. We a fag; that is, from my position and had no plates ! --and for knives and standing in the school I was bound to forks, he who was not self-provided was do the bidding of any and all the not provided with any. For plates we eighteen seniors. This system is so had wooden trenchers; which, besides well understood, that I need not enter that they warped in all shapes, were into any particulars respecting it

. with difficulty, or it would be better to But those were happy times even for say, not at all kept clean. They were the most worked fags. Our dinner daily scraped - possibly sometimes hour was six o'clock. We had access

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made much more free with them ; so unwept for? But the next piece that they had the most choice muscat gains universal applause ; white handodour. It is to be hoped this useless kerchiefs are out, scented too with custom is abolished : there was no choicest odours, and that circumstance necessity for it-it was filthy, and ex- served to disguise the smell of my pensive too ; for they were often crushed onions, but not in the least to broken, and not unfrequently dexter. mitigate their power. The boy speakously thrown, not without danger of ers warmed under the impression they breaking heads. It was said that we thought they were making, and I fear were not allowed trencher caps, on some of them exhibited extraordinary account of this danger of throwing; capers. Pressed as I was, for I was but we were left with wooden trench- but small, I was nearly suffocated, ers, much more dangerous weapons. when, by dint of exertion in insinua“ The porker's snout not nice in diet ting myself, I contrived to effect a shows.”

standing upon one of the

benches, and there I stood above the That line is taken from the inscription others, rather conspicuous; but I to the portrait of a “ College Ser- breathed freer, and did not mind trifles. vant”-an ideal, still to be seen

Tears indeed I shed with the best of « vivis coloribus." Though not nice them, and in this position might have in diet, there was little fear that we been considered as the fugleman of should act the Trojan and eat our

pathetics. Thus standing rather eletables- it was as much as we could do vated, the mass of onion pulp, by my to eat off them. Now, with regard to outspreading my arms, became more myself, I had, on the day of this pub- loose, and so, in a tenfold degree, dislic speaking, to provide some extra tributed its pungent powers; and as I luxuries for our supper-I totally for, stood higher, there was a complete get whether of my own accord, and field for action; so that in a very for myself and friends, or by order. short space of time there was not a I

suppose, from the quantity, it must dry eye in the whole assembly. Those have been for a banquet on a large wept who never wept before. The scale, or for many; nor do I recollect warden wept—the hard-hearted mashow I provided myself with the mate. ters wept--all the company-country rials-whether I sent out of college for squires and their wives and daughters them by a chorister, or stole out for -and town wives and their daughters them, or whether they were brought to -wept. The boys wept; there was an the gates. But the fact is, I was most universal deluge. There was one boy amply provided ; and with what, do who had to speak some clever ludiyou think ?-with onions ! Never was

crous lines—a burlesque on the story such a supply ; it was enough to vic. of Phæton, wherein Phæbus was the tual a town. How I came to have so

driver of a mail, and his son requires many, I cannot now conjecture ; but the use of the ribands. The lines I well recollect having them in pos- were by the present Warden of New session just at the moment that there College. This poor boy was in diswas a general rush to the school, and

may, for they cried throughout the there was not a place where I could whole of that comic piece. The boy deposit them. What, then, do you

was near breaking down, and would think, Eusebius, I did with them?-put undoubtedly have done so, had not the them into my sleeves--so that both Doctor (Goddard) looked encouragesleeves were literally onion-bags. An ment, and affected a laugh ; but his ass I was certainly ; and not unlike mouth only was mirth. His lady one loaded with my panniers of vege- took the hint, waved her hand by way tables, and, like a veritable donkey, I of encouragement, and smiled gracried because they were not thistles. ciously, like Andromache, “ smiling, But the speaking has begun. Pan- through her tears. “ Laughter thea is just going to commit suicide mighĩ have held both his sides, but over the body of her husband—the whilst my sleeves were full of crushed tragedy is deep-yet no one seems onions, I would have defied him to moved. Soon the heat becomes op- help cryingpressive ; I am squeezed on all sides, so are my onions. I begin to make

“ Quis, talia fando, a sensation-Panthea is defunct--alas, Temperet a lachrymis!”

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And now the choice speaker of the crying-a very excusable vanity made school is up-with Collins's Passions. him attribute it all to his own powers; I see him distinctly now in my mind's and he in consequence redoubled his eye; more distinctly, Eusebius, than exertions, as the audience did their

I did then, when my eyes were dimmed applause, and this they did most of
with tears. He was a fine, open- them with a desperate effort, as much
countenanced youth, with a clear com- to conceal their weakness as for any
plexion--the " lumen juventæ purpur other reason, and shutting their eyes,
reum,"—a bright clear blue eye, and too, if possible to dam up their tears
light auburn hair. His name was at the fountain-head. It was all in
Hobson. Off he set, crying himself- vain ; for I well knew that any thing
he could not help it. It was " Hob- short of a downright stone Niobe must
son's choice;" but he really was a most cry. In the mean while, there was poor
capital actor, and went through the Hobson making, enacting, most extra-
Passions wonderfully well. He was ordinary antics—jumping in his excite-
fully into his subject, and forgot he ment from side to side, throwing the
had himself been shedding tears, and very Passions off their balance, “tear-
was in raptures to see all moved as ing them to rags and tatters.” I know
he described Pity; and there was I, not what became of this boy after-
that had caused all this emotion, and wards-I should be rather curious to
conscious that I had done so, reckoned know. The superlative praise heaped
by all about me as a boy of extraordi- upon him in the Hampshire Telegraph
narily nice feelings; and at a moment may have made him an actor for life,
I was seized with such a sense of the and marred the fond schemes of his
ridiculous, that it was with difficulty I tender parents. If so-for the name
could suppress my laughter. I could of Hobson does not shine conspicuous
not but liken myself to Love, as I shook in the theatrical world—what have I
my sleeves--to laugh in them was im- to answer for in that purchase of
possible-to Love, whom poor Hobson onions !-the onions were mine alone,
introduced with a remarkably sweet but the leak was universal.
leer, thus-

not, Eusebius, hang a corollary upon " And he, amidst his frolic play,

this incident, not to be quite certain As if he would the charming air repay,

that all tears proceed from sorrow, Shook thousand odours from his dewy seeing that if any will prudently rub

the eye with an onion, the same effect

may be produced; and that thus those Hobson was a better speaker than who cannot weep may be taught tocry? critic. He did not, therefore, wait to -Yours ever, and as ever. analyse the why there was all this

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