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It is curious to observe what an ef- its perplexing remoteness. We bold fect this rage for antiquity produces, not converse with human flesh and and how it is capable of altering our blood, but with heroic spectres, “who estimation of the intrinsic value of pace about the hills continually," and things, as if either age or scarcity ought that come to us from the breast of to confer true value on things which the ocean. There are neither cities, must have been, and ought ever to be nor civilization, nor society ; but the considered as trifling ; yet they do so, wanderings, and wars, the impulses of whether it be on a cracked Roman jar, nature, and passion in its untamed or a Queen Anne's farthing. An addi- einpire. Mossy stones mark out the tional eclogue of Virgil would weigh dwellings of the dead ; the wind curls down, in our eyes, a whole bale of the wave, swells the sail, and agitates common-place Herculaneum manu- the forest; and the silence of night is scripts, whether rolled or unrolled; broken by gibbering voices, and airy so. I suppose I have not the least tongues that syllable mens' names on chance of ever being numbered among sands, and shores, and desert wilderthe associates of the Antiquarian Society.
Yet, in the narration of the advenVerily, Mr North, the mind of man tures, and in the construction of the is a strange thing, and a heterogeneous fables, a wonderful stretch of invencompound. In confirmation of this tion is exhibited ; and a method is wparticular tendency in our nature of sible, even in the most irregular and which we are now speaking, we have inconsistent parts, which is not a litalmost uniformly found, that they who tle surprising. The Epic of Fingal believe in the age and authenticity of contains some passages of heroic beauOssian, will award him no lower a sta- ty, which would thrill the blood of a tion than among the Homers, Dantes, coward, and make him long to be a Miltons, and Shakespeares; whereas, soldier; while the Songs of Selma such as consider him a modern fiction, abound in touches of the most deep will be contented with nothing less and the most artless pathos. than a condemnation of the whole It is strange that Wordsworth, who mass, as little better than rant, bom- has studied so profoundly, and so sucbast, and fustian,-merely because it cessfully, the philosophy of the mateis written by Macpherson; as if there rial world, should make the never-endwas no such thing as sterling merit, or ing delineation of natural objects and as if a standard of real poetical excel- appearances in these works, the theme lence could exist only in the readers of his scepticism as to their authentiimagination. We remember a speech city, and of his non-belief concerning of Lord Chatham's, which says, that the blind Ossian, as if blindness is “ youth cannot be imputed to any not affirmed of Homer, and known of man as a reproach ;” nor can recent Milton. If Wordsworth has ever dipproduction, we should suppose in the ped into the poems of Blacklock-who same way, be considered a blemish, was born blind-he may there disco(as Mr Hazlitt would fain have it,) in ver that a power of describing the maany work. It is surely no fault in terial world, in all the variety and viScott, Byron, or Campbell, that they cissitude of its presentations, may be have not lived and been gathered to attained, either from a successful mentheir fathers some thousand years tal effort in retaining the delineations ago.
of others; or, by a kind of intuitive The works of Ossian, in the state perception,-though, after the experiin which they are served up to us byment of Locke with his blind man, Macpherson, may be considered rather who thought scarlet colour like the as the raw materials of poetry, than as sound of a trumpet, we would rather exhibiting that art, condensation, and imagine not. selection of thought, which are requi- Moore, in his Introduction to his site to form a finished composition. Irish Melodies, has thrown out a need, There is a thronging—a profused as- less sarcasín in saying, that if Ireland semblage of lofty and magnificent ima- could have Burns, she would willing, gery, seen in the distance, rapidly ly give up all claim to Ossian, as if shifting, shadowing, and indistinct. there was one point of similarity in “ The glory and the splendour of a the constitution of their genius, or as dream," united with its obscurity and if one point of comparison could be suggested between them. After these invigorate his martial spirit, slept with si insulting taunts, it is but a poor set- a copy of Fingal under his pillow,
off, that Madame de Stael could con- during his Italian campaigns. ceive the absurdity of Milton having
Yours, &c. ut possibly derived advantage from Os
CELTICUS. sian, in the composition of Paradise Inverness, Nov. 1, 1821. Lost; or that Buonaparte, in order to
Daughter of heaven, fair art thou, &c.-.-Darthula.
TO THE SETTING SUN.
Must thou leave thy blue course in heaven, &c.
Bright child of heaven, with locks of golden ray?
That there to rest thou shapest thy weary way?
And throng around to see thy glory shed, -
And view thy beauty, slumbering on its bed ;-
Star of the falling night! fair is thy light, &c.
Introduction to Songs of Selma.
Serene, above the summit of the hill,
What dost thou see ? the bursting winds are still
The distant torrent now is thundering ;
The rock is now besieged by the main; The flies of evening, borne on feeble wing,
Hum on their drowsy course along the plain :
Thou smilest on the home-returning swain,Heaven thou behold'st around, and earth without;
Thou sink'st,—the western wave surrounds thy train;
Daughter of Eve! thou glory of the dell,
ALPIN'S LAMÉNTATION FOR MORAN.
One of the Songs of Selma.
Oh, Morar, Morar, thou art truly low!
His hoary locks bespeak his lengthen'd years,
ROUGE ET NOIR.
The host of tourists who have ma- Or any thing, in short, in which he shone rauded on the continent within these He answered— Cun he win at Rouge et few have inade us familiar with
Noir ?' years, its sights, and weary of them. Paris, His keen eye finishing the phrase if so, as the most accessible, has been the He does what no one else can do, you most infested ; and its caveaus and caffés, its spruce theatres, and squalid This is neatly expressed, and the churches, have been reiterated on us description of the Board, probably a in every existing dialect, from Mayfair difficult task in poetry, our author has to Whitechapel. But after this cum- executed very cleverly.-P. 35-28. brous plunder, there are left rare bi- The Palais Royal next comes under jour, and the eye which will look into this pleasant pen, and its world of the interior of Parisian manners, may wicked wonders is described with unbe pronounced to have entered, as old usual spirit. We are not exhausted by Vestris said of the Minuet, on a study a toilsome and feeble recapitulation of extensive enough to last him his life. the absurdities or allurements of a
The author of the present poem has place, over which the spirit of the Reapplied himself to a fragment of the gent Orleans seems still to hover; the Palais Royal, and from this has gene- poem strikes at once upon its characrated a volume of verses, alternately teristics, and then darts away in pura pathetic and jocular, moral and satiri- suit of the original topic. cal. The mention of Frescati, and the Sulon, is a mere digression; the syste
“ It forms an oblong square with a piazza, inatic interest is gathered 'round the Parterres and lime tree alleys in the centre:
There's not an inch, I'm sure, from Ghent two apartments in the Palais Royal, where so many miserables of all ages Where youthful blood so much requires a
to Gaza, and tongues are undone in the inost
Mentor: expeditious manner every night of the Among a thousand other things, it has a year. His theme is the Rouge et Noir Superb jet d'eau, which strikes you as you table, at which, he protests, that no man can win, and quotes an authority But closely wedged Boutiques and Cafés high among the mighty and undone lend it gamblers of mankind.
An air, I think, much more bizarre than
splendid. “ 'Tis said, when any told Napoleon That such or such a man had talents, or " It is a focus where each principle Whose depth of head might be depended on Of thought and act concentrate to a spot : In mathematics, diplomacy, war,
Where gold is most omnipotent, and will
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Lord Byron and Mr Frere. After all, was the A world in miniature, where equal skill this is an idle delicacy, the stanza is still Is taught in sin and science-both are
free to the human race,“ like a wild start ali taught ! With dancing, fencing, metaphysics, cheat- Îmitation is of an altogether different
goose flies unclaimed of any man." ing, And other things which don't abide re
family. If this were the place to the time peating.
trouble ourselves with laying down the entity “ It is the heart of Paris, and impels
law on this subject, we should say, ik Warm poision through her wanton arteries; that there is no imitation except where in die The honeycomb of vice, whose thousand the peculiarities of an author are trans- stan og cells
ferred. Crabbe's clearness of rustic cu Pour forth the buzzing multitude one description, his vigorous seizure of the at the
form and pressure of village habits
, Loose-trowser'd beaux, and looser-morald and his shrewd and simple pleasantry belles ;
on obscure ambition and petty vanity
, With ancient quizzes underneath the trees may attract authorship to the investi. *** Reading the daily journals, or conversing ; gation of rural life. But the similarity And, here and there, a black-eyed Grisette of subject is not imitation, nor is the nursing.”
encreased acuteness of inquiry, nor is zeh In the Paluis Royal, the Nos. 109, the more pointed vigour of versifica- £10 and 154, have probably liad a larger tion, nor is the mixture of seriousness ledere proportion of visitants of all nations and pleasantry; for all of those may zale than any other spot in Paris. Their have arisen naturally in the course of fakat charm is the possession of the Roulet, the general and individual improveand Rouge et Noir tables. If there ment of poetry. It might as well be ever should be a general history of asserted, that every man who looks see vice, the annals of those two suites of through a telescope, is a degraded imi.
may form the most pregnant and tator of Galileo; or that the whole most original portion. Half the crimes, rising generation, with their unshatterand all the suicides of Paris, are con- ed faces, are nothing
better than pluncocted within those walls. They stand derers of Jenner, and the Glostershire in the centre of the most profligate milk-maids. spot in Europe, and they deserve to The true imitation of Crabbe would stand in its centre. The whole district be in his pressure of trivialities into is the classic ground of iniquity, but the service in his sending out
, stamped within those boundaries are the Campi with equal labour, the unimportant to Phlegræi. From the Palais Royal the poet mismata rustica ; in the Dutch delight
and the valuable specimens of his nxstrays to Frescati, the fantastic name of his painted straws, and flies on tanof a celebrated gaming-house on the kards, and red-nosed Boors in extravaBoulevards, the resort of the better gant frolic or maudlin repentance. dressed ruffians of Paris, and of London. Want of room prevents us from
Lord Byron's strength of'expression, giving a number of other extracts he passes over the feebler features of froin this clever and ingenious volume, the terrain, and seizes on the commandwhich we understand is from the pen ing points, are common property
, meiof a gentlemen of the name of Read, ther his discovery nor that head and heart. and which does equal honour to his living, but as old as poetry and nature. The selection of the Ottava Rima have assisted in leading the authorship
He may, like other men of talents, was judicious, from the general facility of England back into the original track having become popular through Beppo had turned it away, yet to which it thing that has been used before , seems the earliest even of his day
, who stone to sit painfully on the author's con- upon the hill and made signals to the to lighten his obligation to the mo- and the valley. The “ Lay of the Last science, and he accordingly attempts multitude wandering through the shade debted to a remote ancestry. But peculiar agency, was the morning star Chaucer and Fuirfux would, in all pro- of the modern age. But the transit of