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not unchequered with fears, difficulties, twenty-four hours, under the key which The Life of Voltaire, with interesting and dangers.”

has been in your own custody. The hours «“My lot were more than mortal were of darkness I have spent in gazing on the

Particulars respecting his Death, and it otherwise,” said the earl ; " proceed fa- heavenly bodies with these dim eyes, and

Anecdotes and Characters of his ther, and believe you speak with one ready during those of light I have toiled this Contemporaries. By Frank Hall to undergo his destiny in action and in pas- aged brain to complete the calculation Standish, Esq. 8vo. pp. 393. Lonsion, as may beseema noble of England." arising from their combinations. Earthly don, 1921.

«« Thy courage to do and to suffer, food I have not tasted-earthly voice 1 It is a trite observation, that the life of must be wound up yet a strain higher," have not heard – You are yourself aware said the old man. " The stars intimate I had no means of doing so—and yet i an author is to be found in his works; yet a prouder title, yet a higher rank. tell you-I who have been thus shut up but, if the biographer adopts such a It is for thee to guess their meaning, not in solitude and study--that within these maxim, he will only make an article of for me to name it."

twenty-four hours your star has become bibliography : this has been felt boy «« Name it, I conjure you-name it, I predominant in the horizon, and either the many, who, falling into the opposite command you," said the earl, his eyes bright book of heaven speaks false, or extreme, have merely compiled a series brightening as he spoke.

there-must have been a proportionate re- of anecdotes. Both these systems are, *** I may not, and I will not," replied volution in your fortunes upon earth. If in our opinion, equally remote from - the old man. The ire of princes is as nothing has happened within that space the real nature of biography, which the wrath of the lion. But mark, and to secure your power, or advance your judge for thyself. Here Venus, ascend- favour, then am I indeed a cheat, and the should contain a faithful portrait of its ant in the House of Life, and conjoined | divine art, which was first devised in the subject in his public and private capawith Sol, showers down that flood of silver plains of Chaldæa, is a foul imposture.” city, as a scholar and as a man. He light, blent with gold, which promises It is true," said Leicester, after a should be pointed out as an example to power, wealth, dignity, all that the proud moment's reflection, “thou wert closely follow or avoid ; for, if biography have heart of man desires, and in such abu.2- iinmured-and it is also true that the not a moral lesson in view, it is worse dance, that never the future Augustus of change has taken place in my sitụation than useless. If such be the real chathat old and mighty Rome heard from his which thou sayest the horoscope indi-racter of biography, we are compelled Haruspices such a tale of glory, as from cates.” this rich text my lore might read to my ".. Wherefore this distrust, then, my to avow that our author has not come favourite son.

His work is a mass of son,” said the astrologer, assuming á tone up to the idea. «« Thou doest but jest with me, fa- of admonition; "the celestial intelli- materials, collected from various sourcts, ther," said the earl, astonished at the gences brook not diflidence, even in their which he has neither been at the pains strain of enthusiasm in which the astro- favourites.”

to connect nor harmonize.

On 110 loger delivered his prediction.

“ Peace, father,” answered Leicester, occasion does he identify himself with "Is it for him to jest who hath his eye. I erred. Not to mortal man, nor to ce his subject; he is, by turns, a weak adon heaven, who hath his foot on the lestial intelligence-under that which is grave;" returned the old man, solemnly. | Suprenie-will Dudley's lips say more in

vocate and a feeble adversary : his ad“The Earl made two or three strides condescension or apology. Speak rather miration is tame, and his censure spiritthrough the apartment, with his hand out to the present purpuse - Amid these bright less; the same equivocal character stretched, as one who follows the beckon. promises thou hast said there was a threat-reigns as to his religious opinions ; he ing signal of some phantom, waving him ening aspect_Can thy skill tell whence, is a professor of Deism and Christianon to deeds of bigh import. As he or by whose means, such danger seems to ity by turns ;-indeed, he seems to have tumed, however, he caught the eye of the impend?”

no fixed principles in either politics or astrologer fixed on him, while an observa + " Thus far only,” answered the astro- religion, and it is not uncommon to ing glance of the most shrewd penetration loger, “ does my art enable me to an

find him begin shot from under the penthouse of his swer your query. The infortune is threat

a digression in one prioshaggy white eye-brows. Leicester's ened by the malignant and adverse aspect, ciple and write hinself into another behauglity and suspicious soul at once through means of a youth, and, as 1 fore its close : if we add to these, the caught fire ; he darted towards the old think, a rival; but whether in love or in frequency of bad grammar and the reman from the further end of the lofty prince's favour, I know not; nor can 1 dundancy of false images, with, here apartment, only standing still when his give farther indication respecting him, save and there, real beauties of a superior extended hand was within a foot of the that he comes from the western quarter.” order, but which lose their merit by astrologer's boly:

•". The western-ha!” replied Leices- being misplaced, we have a pretty «« Wretch !"" he said, " if you dare to ter, “it is enough-the tempest does inpalter with me, I will have your skin deed brew in that quarter!-Cornwall and correct idea of the life of Voltaire by stripped from your living flesh !-Con- Devon-Raleigh and Tressilian-one of Frank Hall Standish, Esq. Yet, with fess thou hast been hired to deceive and them is indicated-I must beware of both. all these faults, our author has conto betray me—that thou art a cheat, and father, if I have done thy skill injus- trived to unake an amusing anecdotic I thy silly prey and booty!"

tice, I will make thee a lordly recom- work, but which is any thing but a bio"The old man exhibited some symp- pense.”

graphy of Voltaire. toms of emotion, but not more than the • He took a purse of gold from the

Mr. Standish commences with an infurious deportment of his patron might strong casket which stood before himhave extorted from innocence itself. “ Have thou double the recompense

troductory chapter ' on the state of What means this violence, my which Varney promised. - Be faithful—be France during the 16th and 17th cenford ?” he answered, “or in what can I secret-obey the directions thou shalt re- turies, to enable the readers more comhave deserved it at your hand ?”. ceive from my master of the horse, and pletely to appreciate the miseries under

Give me proof,” said the Earl, re- grudge not a little seclusion or restraint which that nation laboured previous to hemently, " that you have not tampered in my cause--it shall be richly consider- the appearance of Voltaire,' Such an with mine enemies."

, ith My lord;” replied the old man, ble man to thine own lodging-tend hin essay, if properly written, would be a with dignity, " you can have no better heedfully in all things, but see that he valuable document and a proper vestiproof than that which you yourself elect. holds cominunication with no one.”

bule to the monument he proposud to ed. In that turret I have spent the last (To be concluded in our next.). erect to the memory of Voltaire ; but,

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alas, our author has merely selected they envy him; and the lips that fatter pel, like the waters from a high mouna few isolated facts, which are far from his foibles, proclaim to the world the fol- tain whose head is concealed by clouds, displaying the state and progress of lies of his unguarded confidence. . Emi- becomes disturbed and contaminated in opinion in France during that period. nence of every description has this cup its course through the human heart. It is The head lines of some of the pages of Jesus was crowned with thorns. Yet, the practice of moderation should fall so

of bitterness ; history relates that the head rather singular, that, ainong those men, shall supply the place of criticism :- while we bow to the rod of fate, we must far short of the precept, and that they • Reformation,' - Invention of Print- hesitate to what divinity to ascribe the at- should be so desirous of mingling together ing,'— Sale of Indulgences,'— Birth tributes of our existence. The fire of divine and human things,-a practice of Luther, -Order of the Augustins,' youth, like the freedom of an impetuous from which every good Christian ought -'Calvin,' Progress of Superstition,' horse, may spring indignant from the spur to abstain.' Profession of Magic,'--'Laws against of injustice ; even that is less felt the

We may here take occasion Duelling,' &c. &c. We will only

longer we live, and the more it is used; reprobate the author's propensity, to

at indifmake one remark on this heterogene- ferent scepticism as to what others say, or / gross and indelicate ideas clad in simions mass of materials; it is, that our feel, or think. The clergy may boast

lar expressions. We are not now in author has discovered that the art of that insensibility is the precious fruit of the age of Moliere and Dryden, and if printing was known to the Romans, piety and devotion,—the unprotected can

our morals be not improved, at least, and cites Cicero de Natura Deoruin. tell envy, malice, and persecution, to be the sense of shame is more acute; and We should have been more obliged to evils incident to humanity.'

few but Mr. Standish would venture to hiin bad he cited the passage instead We confess we do not see what the offend the ear of delicacy either in writof the title of the work.

passion of our Saviour and the new ing or conversation, which, to say the We now enter upon the life of Vol- fact, that insensibility is the precious least of it, is bad taste. taire: the author's account of his youth fruit of piety and devotion, have to do We turn with pleasure to a passage is very fairly related, but he seems with either Voltaire or satire; but, which displays our author in a more anxious, at every moment, to fly off at perliaps, in the next edition, our author advantageous point of view; it is on a tangent: at every proper vaine he will tell us.

the feelings of a person returning froin abandons his subject to tell you some Our author now condescends to return exile:particulars of the person named; thus, to Voltaire; but, in an instant, he flies • After a residence of three years in he cannot refrain from giving us the off to give us the lives of the Duke de England, the voice of friendship, or perlife of Moliere, his literary produc- Richelieu, Baron Goertz, and the Mar- haps of the minister, recalled Voltaire to tions, &c. to his death ;' next follows a quise de Villars: this would all be Paris. He yielded to its entreaties, and digression upon the Jesuits, inserted, ainusing enongh if we were not anxi- more especially to that natural and sponapparently, to inculcate the doctrines ously expecting a life of Voltaire. We with pleasure to the place of our birth, that, “if even the deadliness of envy or presume Mr. Standish has bot been to and which has its charnis, in spite of whatmalice entirely occupied the huinan court, as he would then have learnt that ever injustice or inconveniences we may breast, its excess has been found among a superior is not presented to an infe- have there experienced. The theorist the clergy-and priests, like women, rior; but vice versa.

may speculate in his closet, or the poliare seldoin satisfied but with the exter- In 1736, Voltaire published his Epis-tician may devise schemes for the more mination of the object of their hatred.' lle to Urania : the persecutions of perfect government of the kingdom froin

Mr. Standish is a bold man thus, in the time rendered subterfuge neces- father and the friend will overflow at the one sacrificing clausę, to declare war sary; the author was obliged to disa- mention of the welfare of that land, in against the representatives of the divi- vow his work, and attribute it to the which he spent the earlier part of a life, nity in heaven and our divinities on Abbé de Chanlieu :' how does the bio- which may have been subsequently vaearth; for our part, we had rather grapher vindicate this conduct of Vol- ried by good or evil; where he quarrel with all the world beside than taire: Why, he tells us that this species timated the blessings of those to whoin he with those two classes : but, as Rabe- of concealment (is this the right word ? looked up with gratitude and with awe, lais said to his lawyer, retournons à nos may be allowed in literary composi- before he could comprehend the attrimoutons, where is Voltaire ? be patient, tions, and that this work, of pure deist- butes of a superior Being, and to those reader, our author has first to make ical pr.nciples, could not have the early recollections which promised bright

days of future happiness with those who the following remarks on satire :- tendency of hurting the Abbé's charac- have been subsequently separated by dist

*A libel is the natural offspring of a ter as a Christian or a scholar.' We ance or by death.' weak head and corrupt heart, and is some apprehend that neither of the parties This passage is not devoid of the getimes to be found still emanating even would feel fattered by this apology neral faults of the aụthor, but were his from a christian teacher, or protestant and explanation. A layman writes general sentiments as unexceptionable, clergyman of the present century: • High birth, unattended by riches or

against revealed religion and attributes our task would be less painful; and we by talents much as it may adorn a draw- it to a priest, as it cannot hurt bis cha- cannot but deprecate the idea, taken as ing-room or add to the splendour of a racter! for, says he,

a general thesis, tbat the death of a court, and conduce to the good reception The clergy were, and always have father is the most secret and sincere of the poseessor among persons of the been, more eager for the temporal pu- wish of an expectant son :' and placed, same rank, attracts little notice and little nishment of a heretic than his eternal as it is, in relation with that event hapo envy from others : but money or wit damnation. Those who discussed the pening to Voltaire's father, it implies a pays heavier tribute to censure, than the opinions which they maintained, and were slander on Voltaire which we know to social qualities of the owner, whoever he aione supposed able to defend them, were may be, can redeem. He who occupies persecuted with all the bitterness of insa- be unfounded; but this is the mischief a situation independent of the world, is tiable malice and perverted zeal; and of our author's constant effort at moralregarled with distrust both by his supe. thus the pure stream of unity and bro- izing, and giving 'opinions exclasively riors and inferiors ; they hate because therly love, which springs froin the Gos- his own,' and some of them are whimsical enough: 'when a prosecuted man had, under the title of Le Docteur Aka- the disposal of your Majesty. I have alforgets his injuries, the state ought to kia, written a most severe satire against ways been too much devoted to your Maremit the cause of complaint,' p. 136 ; Maupertuis, which he was about to send jesty, not to sacrifice, to the assurance of

this Debose, whose nanie has since to the press, the author was invited, in your kindness, that little revenge which ended as it b-gan,' p. 137; there is, inoment he arrived, his Majesty told him, consequently innocent. I should cer

a very polite note, to the palace; and the bad appeared to me just, moderate, and doubtless, so:ne wit intended here, if we in a very friendly manner,---- They say tainly make greater sacrifices, if they, bad wit enough to find it out. • The you have written a satire against Mauper. were required from me by your wishes." representations of the stage form a tuis, which is as witty as it is malicious: I -“ Lose no time,” said the King, “ [ means of coininunication between men ain going to speak to you on that subject shall wait for you; such noble designs who labour after the acquirement of with freedom, and as I think I ought to must not be postponed.” Voltaire went knowledge, or are engaged in the puro speak to a friend. It is not my intention out, and came back immediately with his suit of pleasure,' p. 145; the feelings to argue, that Maupertuis has not done you manuscript in his hand. “Sire," he ex

have not caused claimed smiling, “ here is the innocent of affection die away with those of in-him any. "I agree, on the contrary, that going to perish for the people! I put it ditierence,'

, p. 145 ; * a rod may be pre- you both have a right to complain; and, into your hands, order its condemnation.” pared for the back of fools, even by an in short, I feel and acquiesce in the opi- _" Ah, my friend, what fate is mine! to inferior pen,' p. 151; cum multis aliis. nion, that you are in the right to complain, order a punishment for that which de

Voltaire's disgust for the world and and I should deliver him up to you with serves to be crowned with glory. Well! the consequent change of his conduct out difficulty, if I were to take his case let us submit to fate with dignity; let us forms an aimirable contrast with the only into consideration; but I beg you be as just as possible; let us revenge the silly nonsense we have just quoted ;

will observe, that I have called that victim by its sacrifice. Read; I shall we give it with pleasure :

man into my service; that I have placed save what I can, and it will be a precious

him at the head of my academy; that I remainder, which iny memory will keep Wearied with the persecutions which have granted to him the same treatment with care ; read, and may the pages de his works excited ; disgusted with the in-as to my ministers of state ; that I have ad-voured by the fames claim my just admisolence and vanity of other writers; dis-, mitted him into my most familiar society; ration. O Vulcan! never was a more appointed, perhaps, in his intercourse with and that I have permitted him to marry memorable thing done, or a greater trithe great; and smarting under the criti: one of the ladies of honour of the Queen, bute paid to your honour.” Voltaire cism of his contemporaries; he thought it the daughter of one of my ministers, á read the whole satire ; he was every monecessary to change his mode of life. Lady de Bredow, belonging to one of the ment interrupted by the applauses of the The fortune which descended to him most ancient and most considerable fami- monarch, who found all the attacks as from his father, and which had been sub- lies of my kingdom. I have done so lively, as they were well applied; they sequently increased, was ample. Thus, much for hiin, to the knowledge of all were bursting into roars of laughter, and to the advantages of possessing wealth, he Europe, that I cannot consent to his being as they were going to throw it into the added that of being indebted for it to hiin. held lip to ridicule without being compro- fire, the lamentations again burst forth: self, and its use, although it could not de. mised myself. If you cover him with dis- “ Come, my friend, cheer up, since it is feat envy, secured him the means of grace, I shall certainly be ridiculed ; and, necessary, 0 Vulcan, cruel and devouring escaping from unjust oppression. An- if I suffer that, I cause a real scandal: 1 god, receive thy prey!” and while the cieat philosophers praised poverty, be shall be blamed for it, and all the nobility book was burning, they performed fancause they made a merit of necessity, or of this country will experience a mortifi- tastic dances round the fire. It was in because riches led to confiscation; and cation, which will be imputed to my for- this way that Doctor Akakia was read to their limited intercourse with foreign bearance. I beg you will consider these the end, and burnt.' countries rendered toe secret conveyance circumstances, and see what I can expect of property dangerous and uncertain from your friendship, and what you owe

From the selections we have already Their dealings were inostly confined to to mine, and to reason. I know what it made, it is evident that the work betheir own cities and their own country- costs an author to sacrifice one of his fore us is not entitled to the character men; and the transfer of money was at works,-above all, when it is filled with of a biography of Voltaire. The autended with trouble and inconvenience. happy ideas, and when the details are as thor, indeed, seems be acquainted with Their climate also subjected them to fewer agreeable as they are ingenious; but who little more of Voltaire's works than the real wants, and the luxury of the wealthy ought to care less than yourself for a sa; title-pages; for out of seventy volumes, approached more to riot and debauchery, crifice of this sort? A thing which would he cannot find one page worth quoting, than to convenience and comfort.'

The portrait of the Marquise de nothing to Voltaire, a man who, above to give us an idea eitherof the excellenChatelet is one of our author's happiest all others in the world, has the most fruit- cies or the faults of his author; there is

of his nusketches, but too long for quotation, ful and the finest genius. You are so rich, not a single criticism on any and besides, it is not free from immo- both in ideas and talents. Your glory is merous productions. Voltaire has been rality; who that ever tasted the sweets of established by so many more inportant highly praised and severely censured, wedded love, will agree with the author, sides, but the wish to make as many more where he found it. He neither tells us

productions ! And what do you want be and Mr. Standish leaves the question that secret and stolen pleasures are worthy of yourself? You must not the object nor the results of the works remembered with fervency and devo- doubt, nevertheless, that, in sacrificing the of Voltaire, though they have had a tion,' when the others are obliterated work in question, you will give nie a and forgotten? We do not condemn but proof of friendship, which, according to

more powerful effect on public opinion pity the man possessed of such depraved the circumstances,' ! shall so much the on the continent, than all the works ideas. The account of Voltaire's con- more appreciate. I do not hesitate in published in the 18th century. Is nections with the royal poet of Pruss a, of the greatest services. Depend upon it, I Do his principles lead to the support or

telling you, that you will render me one Voltaire to be condemned or praised ? will be read with interest; the burning shall never forget it. You may, on your the dissolution of society? Were they of Voltaire's satire against Maupertuis, side, expect every thing from my friend, instrumentul in producing the French is curious, and merits our selection, as ship." - Well," answered Voltaire, “I revolution, or is such an effect falsely being well told:

"When Frederic was told, that Voltaire Akakia, and place it in the hands and at attributed to them? On all these

And yet

points, Mr. Standish leaves us totally in The form to all but thee unknown,

And oh! how soft, how silently, she pours the dark ;-he does not even consider

The wretch without a friend :

Her chasten'd radiance on the scene below, then connected with his subject.

Youth, when his cherish'd best is dead,

And hill, and dale, and tow'r,
Makes, what is living thine;

Drink the pure flood of light.
Even in what he does, his esteem for
Age, hoping when his all is filed,

Roll on, roll thus, Queen of the midnight hour, Voltaire is very equivocal, as he fre- Still totters on with eager tread,

For ever beautiful! quently cites M. Lepan, whose false- And dies before thy shrine.

And ill befal the Demon of the Storm, hoods and ridiculous commentaries on Yet what art thou ? a tott'ring hall

* When he would seize on thee; Voltaire, have rendered him the laugh

That crumbles while we walk;

When he would lay a hand unhallowed here, ing-stock of all France. Besides,

A flower so soon decreed to fall,

Breathe pestilential darkness in thy face, And wither on its stalk;

And rend those lucid robes, from a biographer of Voltaire, we might Agather'd rose-bud, but that pride

And tear that silvery hair. have expected more interesting details Of crimson o'er it spread,

Thou shinest on a world of wretchedness, of the noble moral acts and courageous

'Tis our own life-blood's precious tide,

On one vast sepulchre, humanity which distinguished hin;

That as we pluck'd it, gushing wide,

Where man is dancing on his father's grave,

Has dyed the pale flower red. but the defence of Calas, of Sirven,

And of the creeping worms, of the serfs of Mont Jura, occupy no

'Tis all a dream! the forms we love

That crawl innumerous from his father's mould; Elude the eager clasp;

The fool is forming rings to deck himself, more space than the most trivial anec. The pleasures that we long to prove

And round his fingers twines dote, Did Belle et Bonne merit no Vanish within the grasp ;

The coiling slimy brood. other notice than that Voltaire mar- They're disappointment, death, despair, ried her to the Marquis de Villette ?

Aught but the good they seem ;

Yes, man is wasting life and hope away, We love, we hate, we joy, we care,

To add a wing to time; Why have concealed the fact so honour

And hope is sweet, and life is fair,

(Whom nature gave but one, of small avail,) able to Voltaire, of his having given her

And when the work's complete,

'tis all a dream! six thousand guineas as a marriage por

When bis well-fedged companion soars away, A fiend is sitting on our heart,

O then man gazes wild and vacantly, tion, (150,000 francs. This distin

We slumb'ring thro' the night,

With idiot stare around, guished lady is still alive, and enjoys And every heave, and every start,

And wonders how he flew ! ticellent health ; and we have seen her

He marks with fierce delight:
'Tis death: he loves his watch to keep

Although thou lookest on such misery, shed tears of gratitude and affection at

All has not dimm'd thy ray,

By life's decreasing stream, the bare mention of the name of her And soon in thrilling accents deep,

Or torn one silver ringlet from thy brow; benefactor.

And yet thy peaceful light
His potent call shall burst our sleep,

Beaning such beauty on a world of woe,
And prove it all a dream!

Is like the bloom upon Consumption's cheek, Odes and other Poems. By Henry

Yet wherefore mourn? since Hope at best, All loveliness without,

Tho' fair, was always vain; Neele. Second Edition, with Ad

While ruin gnaws within. Her promises were ever rest, sitions. 12mo. pp. 228. London, Her guerdons ever pain :

What art thou? from thy orbit come those hordes

Of wild fantastic forms, 1921.

Why mourn the absence of that light, The first edition of Mr. Neele's Po. That only led astray?

(Their crowns of pearly evening dew, their robes ems appeared before the commence

It lur'd the steps, pe plex'd the sight,

Wrought by the gossamer, ment of the Literary Chronicle, and

And yet 'twas bright, 'twas wond'rous bright, Who sport beneath thy beam ? or is it there
And gilded all the way.

That angels strike their silver harps, and call we have now only to add our testimony

The listening spheres around,

Yes; he who roams in deserts bare, of their merits to that of the critics

To join the mazy dance ?

Tuat were not always wide, and the public in general. Mr. Neele, Will sigh to think how sweetly there

Perhaps thou art the future residence we believe, is still a youthful bard, and Full many a flow'ret smild,

Of genius, wretched here : many of his productions were writ- Will pause to mark th'uncherish'd beam,

Perhaps the poet and the minstrel who

Have suffer'd, sunk, and died,

The tree uprooled torn, ten at a very early age. He possesses

And sit, immers'd in pensive dream,

Releas'd from mortal shackles, tiee to thee, great energy of feeling and a vigorous

By many a now deserted stream,

And warbling soft seraphic melodies, conception, but a deep melancholy per- To meditate and mourn.'

Their gentie spirits rove vades, we had almost said tinges, most Theodes to Tiine,to Memory, to Horror,

At peace in thy mild sphere. of his effusions. In this respect, he will to Despair, to Pity, to the Moon, and to

If so, O for some lunar paradise

Where I may think no more remind the reader very inuch of Col. the Harp, though varied in their imagery Of earth and earthliness, unless, perchance, lins, and that early blisted blossom of and their style, are not less beautiful, When evening glooms below, the muse, Henry Kirk White, His and we fully agree in the compliment Sometimes to wander downward on thy beam odes strongly resemble the celebrated paid to the author by an individual To fit across the scenes I once admir’d, one of Collins, to whom he is second whose name is dear to English litera

And hover and protect

The heads of those I lov'd !' only in this species of writing. Weture, -that Mr. Neele sacrifices at the select, as a first extract, his second ode, shrines both of pity and terror, and his

Mr. Neele's sonnets partake of the which is addressed

character of the odes; but, as sonnets, notes awakening fear are not less potent TO HOPE.

than those which call forth the tears of they are of a very superior description. Sun of another world, whose rays

sympathy and sorrow.' The ode to The following appears, to us, to posAt distance gladdens ours;

the Moon strikes us as singularly hap- sess much beauty, and the idea to be Soul of a happier sphere, whose praise

py. It is in blank verse, "a species of perfectly original : Surpasses mortal powers;

inetre in which our author is peculiarly Traveller, as roaming over vales and steeps, Mysterious feeling, taught to roll Resistless o'er the breast, successful. We quote it at length :- Thou hast, perchance, beheld in foliage fair,

A willow bending o'er a brook-it weeps Beyond embrace, above controul,


Leaf after leaf into the stream, till bare The strangest, sweetest of the soul,

How beautiful on yonder casement pane Possessing, not possest.

Are the best boughs, the loveliest and the The mild Moon gazes! Mark

highest; Decejver, bail! around whose throne With what a lonely and majestic step

Oh! sigh, for well thou mayest; yet, as thou Such numerous votaries bend; She treads the heavenly bills;


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Think not 'tis o'er imaginary woe;
And now once more I hear thee sound

were disappointed, and we are sorry I tell thee, traveller, such is mortal man, Thy summons to the hills around;

that we cannot even venture to inake And so he hangs o'er fancied bliss, and so And see thee rushing proudly by While life is verging to its shortest span, In all thy mountain majesty,

an extract, though froin a sermon, to Drop one by one his dearest joys away, And scent those gales which o'er thee play

instruct our readers. We are not told Till hope is but the ghost of something fair, A life of fragrancy away ;

whether the ladies of Liverpool relishTill joy is mockery, till life is care, And mark the rack hy zephyr driven,

ed this Discourse at its delivery; but Till he himself is unreflecting clay.' And listen to the voice of heaven.

of this we are sure, the dissenters, the The additional poems, which have Hail thy green pastures, queen of floods, socinians, and the methodists, who are been written since the first edition, Thy rocky steeps, thy waving woods!

so violently abused from the pulpit, fully justify the high poetical character The mountain-ash, in glittering ranks,

and afterwards from the press, by this which the author had obtained; we

With autumn berries decks thy banks;
There the aspiring fir distils

political and prophetic divine,-are eishall, therefore, without further com. His balmy sweetness o'er the hills;

ther very dangerous persons or undeservment, transfer three or four of them to There weeps the lovely birch, and keeps

ing of Sunday evening lectures, which our pages .-The eye delighted as she weeps ;

ought to disseminale, hy practical docSONG.

While by thy mirror, bright and fair,
Lore, like a bird born in a eage,
The willow trims her tangled hair.

trives, wholesome precepts and zealous
In bondage gaily sings,
Nature and art combine to grace

examples. A preacher of the Gospel Nor sighs to rove, but prizes more

Thy green and gorgeous dwelling-place. is never more out of his element than
His fetters than his wings.

Yon rich-clad hills, earth's fairest birth, when he writes, preaches, and publishes
Then do not strive those chains to break,
Yet seem to scorn thy mother earth,

his sermons, with the view of circulat-
Tho' lighter than a feather-
And search the breast of heaven to woo

ing his political and anti-religious
They're twined so closely round the heart, Its brightness down to grace thee too;
That both must break together.'
And ivied fane and shattered pile

creed*, and, whatever temporal honours
The following stanzas, written soon
Even in their ruin o'er thee smile,

he may hope to gain by his efforts, they after the death of Porlier, the gallant Thy own immortal loveliness.

While with the spoils of time they dress are but temporal, and as the sounding Spaniard, who attempted that reformn How softly yon frail vessel glides

brass or tinkling cymbal.' While we which his country has since so glorious. Between thy rich and fertile sides !

would give every writer an opportuly obtained, possess peculiar interest at Earth's fairest scenes are round her spread,

nity of presenting his particular opithe present moment:Heaven's brightest glories o'er her shed;

nions through the press, we do think it While glows in the transparent Wye

injurious to the cause of real religion,
And think they, then, in blood to quench
Freedom's immortal fire!
Another earth, another sky,

and unworthy of her advocates, to deliPour on, pour on, with torrents drench, And turrets frown, and villas gleam,

ver them from the pulpit. It blazes fiercer, higher!

Making that lovely vessel seem
Think they that cause, with vigour rife,

Some fairy isthmus, placed to join
Fleets with the patriot's breath?
Two worlds of splendour so divine.

Commodus. A Tragedy, in Five Acts.
That cause, made lovely by his life,
While Morning from her tresses grey

With Biographical Memoirs of that
Grows holy in his death.

Still shakes her dewy drops away;
Think they that when the spirit leaves,
Or Noon's or Evening's steps I see,

accomplished 'Tyrant. 8vo. pp. 62.
Its power on earth is past?
Sweet Wye! I'll still remember thee :

London, 1820.
Of all the spells that spirit weaves,

Nor less when Night her empire boasts, We have seldom approached the last
The mightiest is the last.
And glories in those glittering hosta,

page of a work with such a feeling of Nay, hearts with strength before unknown Not gems as mortals idly deem,

utter despair, as we experienced when At that last hour awake,

Which on her sable mantie gleam,
Like waves that roil in darkness on,
But portals bright, tbro' which is given

we found our fingers playing with the
Yet sparkle wben they break.
A glimpse ofthe full blaze of heaven.'

last leaves of this (to us serious) traBut liberty, the child of truth,

We should not add a single remark gedy. In vain bad we toiled through Dies not with mortal man ;

to what we have already said, but to ex- a tract flat and barren, in the hope of She, eagle-like, renews her youth,

press our gratification, that neither the catching sight of something worth makAnd scorns life's narrow span : And when the world's blind tyrants deem

consciousness of his own talents, nor the ing a remark upon, and to find, that at The princely bird no more,

public approbation, have tainted Mr. last we should have nothing to recomShe soars tow'rds light's supernal beam, Neele with the poet's failing,—vanity; pense our readers for the time we had Undazzled as before. but that he is as modest and unassum

lost in the task (we say to recompense Still Hope survivesthe tyrant's chain ing as when he first ventured his frail our readers, for our time is their's) was Has many a link unriven: bark on the ocean of public opinion.

pushing critical desperation to its utTears are not always shed in vain,

most stretch.
But blood appeals to heaven.
Sull there are hearts by honour nurst,
The Substance of a Discourse preached

The tragedy of Commodus, we (not
And Freedom soon shall find them,

in St. Mark's Church, Liverpool, the public, for the information is in Hearts whose indignant throbs will burst with additional Notes and an Appen- MS. on the fly-leat) are told, was “preThe galling bonds that bind them.'

dir. By the Rev. Richard Blacow, sented and approved by one of the Oliver Cromwell's last intercourse with his daughter,' a dramatic fragment,

A. M. 8vo. pp. 32. Liverpool and theatres royal, but it was not allowed
London, 1820.

to be performed.' It may be so; we but we have already drawn so freely | been delivered ' on the Aspect of the true would give us a much more conon his little work, that we must con- Times,' we hastily separated its pages, ment than we are willing to entertain.

teinptible opinion of theatrical manageclude with a shorter extract. The

promising ourselves an hour's improve-
ment in our closet, and afterwards to

* The violent doctrines of the Discourse unSweet stream! twelve lingering moons have distribute it round our fireside for the der notice, have induced the Times, Morning

Chronicle, and other popular newspapers, to waped

consolation of our better selves—the hold forth the reverend author as a fit subject Since last thy lovely sbores I gained;

feminine part of our family; but we' for criminal prosecution.


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