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THE WANDERER'S LEGACY.*
'HERE has been no remarkable ab- fair specimen of Mrs. Godwin's powers, * ince of decent poems lately; but we we will give nearly the whole of it.
ave met with none for a long time « Beautiful Spirit ! that didst guard of eld
And sway o'er realms of boundless intellect; In This lady is, we understand, the Light of the lonely, solace of the sage,
ounger daughter of the late Dr. Gar- Beneath whose influence e'en the dungeon ett, the author of « Zoonomia,” smiles,
And earth's worst desert fair as Eden blooms; Observations on a Tour through the To whom are offered pure the unchained lighlands of Scotland,” &c. Dr. thoughts, Garnett left two orphan children. for Warm aspirations, and the rare first-fruits
Born of young Genius, when her spring-tide -> Mrs. Garnett had died a few years
teems * pefore. They were entrusted to the With rich imaginings—To whom belongs are of a kind and attached female
The glorious harvest of maturer years ;
Enchantress! at whose magic touch the mines - friend, who retired with them to their
Where Mem'ry keeps her deathless stores, father's native place, Barbon, a se fling wide cluded little village, near Kirby-Lons- Their golden gates, and all their wealth disdale, in Westmoreland. In this vil- Call, from the depths of ocean and of earth, lage they both continued to reside till And from the blue ethereal element, they had attained to womanhood, and Enchantress Queen! call up thy mighty spells !
If on some silver-crested wave thou float'st, it is still the home of Mrs. Godwin. List’ning the genii secrets murmured low It is not surprising that in so beauti- Beneath the surges ;-or if yet thou hold'st ful and romantic a country and sur. Thy moonlight vigils midst the laurel groves
Girding the Delphian mount ;-or if on wing, rounded by every circumstance calcu-, All redolent of heaven's immortal breeze,
lated to operate powerfully upon the And radiant as the Iris' hues, thou glidest , youthful fancy, the germ of poetical Among the stars, winning new splendor thence, genius, which disclosed itself early in
Or heavenward, earthward bent, my vows re.
"ceive. the life of the fair author of the po- Spirit! that deign'st to hover o'er my path, ems now under our notice, should When in the twilight gleam of some deep dell,
Or Naiad-haunted spring, I wander forth have gradually expanded, until it ar- To hold communion with the peering stars; rived at a rich and luxuriant maturity. Or on the voiceful shore I pause, to view Her first publication, “ The Night be
The round moon fling her bright reflection far
Upon the crystal waves ; or clambering thence fore the Bridal, Sappho, and other Along the rock-goat's steep and dangerous way, Poems,” received, soon after its ap- Where toppling crags hang o'er the billowy pearance, the praise which it deserved.
Their fortress rude, I'mark the sun descend Her present work raises Mrs. Godwin
Froin his cloud-canopied Olympian throne, still more in our estimation. In addi His regal brow all filleted with fire ; tion to splendor of imagination, co
Spirit presiding then-pervading all
Seen in the sunset-breathed in all the airs plousness of diction, beauty and varie- That wanton thro' the summer-tinted groves ; ty of imagery, and rare facility and Felt in the balmy influence of those tears harmony of versification, the volume Wept by the heavens o'er Day's deserted
fanes; is embued with a depth of thought, Spirit of Poesie ! on thee I call.” and a strength of feeling, which indicate a mind of a very superior order. If this is not very exquisite poetry,
-a mind capable of producing - what we acknowledge that we do not know the world will not willingly let die." what is.
The volume opens with an “ Invo- The “ Wanderer's Legacy” is a cation.” It is a noble and enthusiastic collection of poems supposed to be little composition; and as it affords a bequeathed to the world by a man,
* The Wanderer's Legacy; a Collection of Poems on various Subjects. By Cathorine Grace Godwin, (late Catherine Grace Garnett.) Post Svo. pp. 277. London, 1829.
“a toil-worn, venerable man,.. admirably detailed history of an ar. In humble guise, although of travelled mien, dont but uninformed mind conscious With meditative brow, and visage wan, In whose deep eye immortal thoughts were of the existence of unattained knowseen,”
ledge, and panting for its acquisition. who had journeyed over many parts We can quote only a few short and of the earth ; had seen men, manners, detached passages. and nature, and who had been fond of « My youth hath been in quiet musings speet, embodying his observations and expe- My very childhood garb'd itself in thoughts rience in verse.
That were of riper years. My whole life since
Hath been a maze of marvel, and delight To the romantic scene, the home In all the gifts wherewith the hand divine of his youthful days, this « gray-hair- Hath deck'd this mortal dwelling-place of man ed wanderer” returns. His reflec
uiereAn. I well remember me, ere language flow'd
In unison with the mind's eloquence, tions, as he gazes at the well-known How my heart, laboring with its feeling deen objects around him, are full of beauty, Seeking in words some utterance of its jos, and of patriotic feeling.
Rejected alway with a vexed disdain
The guise uncouth in which the precisas are “ Land of my sires ! oh, with what chasten'd Was issued from the mine ; for harmony, love
Though unattained, was in my heart instinct : My soul, onwarp'd, dispassionate, and free,
I felt her presence in the haunts I lovedGuided by some kind angel from above,
She floated round me in the summer's gulas; Returns with filial gratitude to thee !
I saw her impress on the mountain peaks; Here would I wait my Maker's great decree, The groves, the glades, with her voice resonant, Walk these wild hills whereon my fathers trod, Whisper'd her accents to the murmuring brooks. And, as the leaf beside the parent tree
The poetry of Nature then was felt, Lays its pale form, so nigh yon house of God Albeit not yet distinctly understood. Would I repose bencath the hallow'd sod.
I only knew that my aspirings soar'd And well may life moor here her shatter'd bark,
Far, far above this earth's corporeal things :
That my conceptions were beyond the scope From hence she sail'd when youth was at the
Of my untaughi and wild philosophy. prow;
All, all was mystery; mine own sense of being The dove sought shelter in the sacred Ark,
The restless, the resistless tide of thought Scared by the perils she had view'd below.
That rollid forever through my inmost soul, Within these glens the citron's golden glow
"Was an enigma I could not resolve. Crests not the grove by southern breezes fann'd, Yet would I challenge earth's wide realms to show
From me the book A spot that bears the stamp of Beauty's hand. Of lore was long withheld. At length 'tes More deep than thine, my own, my native land! .oped;..
! And thou art free-the gilded orient wave,
The tide roll's freely o'er my thirsty soul,
The ban of ignorance was ta'en away,
Imagination, that in guise untrick'd
By cunning arts of the world's fashioning, No despot's will the peasant's home assails, Had been the mistress of my constant love, Nor stalks th' oppressor o'er its pastoral slopes,
E'en from those boyish days when first I wood Nor reaps the stranger's hand the harvest of his
With rustic boldness her capricious smiles hopes.”
Upon the summer hills,-came to me now,
Decked in the gorgeous thoughts and stately Finding that the lapse of years has rhymes deprived bim of all bis kindred and of England's gifted bards ; to whose sweet friends, he retires to a peaceful her- My mind, affrighted at severer lore, mitage, where be passes
Had haply then almost unwitting turned.
A spell came o'er me when those comes I oped; “the quiet autumn of his age Mine own wild visions, all depicted clear, In such pursuits as whiled the hours away: I recognised through every line dispread, From Wanderer grown to Anchorite and Sage; Clad in the measure of harmonious verse, A moonlight eve closed manhood's chequer'd And flowing on in cadence musical, day.”
Adapted skilfully in frequent change, In his cell, after his death, are dis
Yet with strict unity symphonious still
To each new-born emotion of the soul. covered his tablets, on which are in- These, for the first time, opening on my sense, scribed « The Wanderer's early Recol- Seem'd the soft language of a lovelier world. lections ;" forming the third and long- . est poem of the volume. the volume The earlier. When spake from out the brown autumna! The earlier
woods portion of these Recollections, is the The solemn voice of the expiring year,
Calling on man his spirit to attune
With a most doep delight. Whenever I
In liquid music o'er Arcadian plains.
« The Wanderer's Early RecollecThe fleecy clouds in denser wreaths reposed, tions,” however, do not all turn upon And all around, tinctur'd with graver hues,
these high themes : The sober livery of the season show'd ;Then would my heart its deepest sense confess « Mine was the mood, aided by impulse warm or thy immortal verse, o bard inspired!
Of young credulity, when aught that wears Whose holy harpings waked the wondrous song The female form, to man so justly dear, Of Eden's fair, but sin-polluted, bowers. If rife with youth's fresh bloom, divine appears; The majesty of Nature, veiled in gloom, And if the fair one be exalted too The melancholy light of her last smiles
Above those un-ideal shapes that throng All emblematic of departed joy,
The ways of vulgar life, if phrase refined, My mind with kindred pensiveness embued.
A voice for music framed, soft blandishments, In the first blush of renovated bloom
And beaming smiles are added thereunto, Worn by awakening spring, when bees of flowers
She in the sanctuary of the heart is placed, Grow amorous, and insect myriads sport As though she were the sole existing thing All the long day on the elastic air;
Worthy man's worship; like a goddess shrined When birds pour forth their choral songs, and in the most sacred temple of the land; scarce
Invested too with all that excellence Relax from their sweet toil through the brief Born of the fulness of her votary's soul.”
hours Of night's diminish'd sway; when from the The latter part of the Recollections
depths Of heaven's clear azure, the young moon of May
Wow exhibits equal poetical power; but we Through the green glades a glancing love-light own that we do not think the subject, sends,
-the caprice of a heartless coquette, Undimm’d, save that some gauzy cloud may and its effects on her lover.-deserves
float Like sail of fairy bark athwart her track ; the talent bestowed upon it. MateriWhen o'er the earth a great enchanter rules, em superabat opus. Joying in nature's metamorphosis,
The next poem, “ The Seal HuntThe visible working of his viewless wand, That well in times of eld might be ascribed ers,” creates a striking and delightful To power of fay benign or genius good diversity. Mrs. Godwin paints the In that sweet time, the blythest of the year,
rigors of the polar regions with a masThe heart of man, attemper'd to glad thoughts, Feels all its pulses beat in unison
terly pencil. One would think she With life's reviving call: then would my mind, had accompanied Captain Parry in his Abandon'd to the passionate romance
northern expeditions. Of the soft season, yield its senses up To the illusions of the poet's dream;
The adventures of two young and Wander with fair Titania o'er the meads, gallant Finlanders, their voyage And through the moon-lit forests resonant With laugh of mischief-loving elves; no maze,
through the stormy Arctic Sea, their Howe'er fantastic, by thy spells conjur'd, disembarkation (we had nearly said Magician great of Avon's gentle shores!
landing) on an iceberg, the drifting Faiťd to ensnare the homage of my heartThe humblest mite of all the grateful praise
and destruction of their frail boat, Admiring ages shall to thee accord
their suffering and despair, and their For a rich banquet stored with rarest cates ultimate deliverance, are told with a Which thy unrivall'd genius hath dispread.
truth, a pathos, and an energy, which Nor let me here withhold thy due award, O courtly minstrel ! whose kind Fairy Queen will greatly surprise as well as gratify Led my entranced steps through many a bower the reader. And sylvan haunt so wondrously bedight,
We have devoted a larger space to None but a poet's eye might image it; Nor could the splendid hues wherein all things extracts from this volume than we can Were steep'd thy fertile fancy did create, well spare ; but there is reality, and Have flow'd from aught but an inspired source. I love the graceful chivalry that hath garbid
strength, and body, in Mrs. Godwin's Woman's fair form in attributes so bright, poetry; and, in these days, a volume She may be placed in man's adoring mind, of which this can be honestly affirined, Upon a pedestal, bis baser thoughts Dare not profane. Mine ear receives
must not be lightly esteemed, or hasThe stately measure of those antique rhymes tily discussed.
REVISED and improved, the second “Do not require your dress so much edition of Pelham comes in evidence to fit, as to adorn you. Nature is not how much its early praise has been to be copied, but to be axalted by art. confirmed by public approbation. We Apelles blamed Protogenes for being believe few novels have been more too natural. read, more talked of,ay, or more “Never in your dress altogether criticised, (rather as if the hero were desert that taste which is general. an actual and living person, than the The world considers eccentricity in principal character in a book), and great things, genius ; in small things, his lively impertinences made matters folly. of personal offence by the readers; “Remember, that none but those thereby acknowledging, somewhat un- whose courage is unquestionable, can awares, the truth of the delineation. venture to be effeminate. It was onPelham is the representative of a cer- ly in the field that the Lacedemonians tain class : the question is neither of were accustomed to use perfumes and its mental nor its moral excellence; curl their hair. but does that class exist, and is the “Never let the finery of chains and likeness taken of it an accurate one? rings seein your own choice ; tbat And that, both in his talents and fol- which naturally belongs to women, lies, his higher qualities and affecta- should appear only worn for their tions, Pelham is a picture, as true as sake. We dignify foppery, when we it is animated, of a large portion of invest it with a sentiment. young men of the present day, no one ." The most graceful principle of can deny. We have heard it object- dress is neatness; the most vulgar is ed, that it is not a representation of preciseness. human nature : what human nature ac- “ Dress contains the two codes of tually is at this period, would be a morality-private and public. Attenmatter of some difficulty to ascertain, tion is the duty we owe to othersmodified as it is by education, con- cleanliness that which we owe to ourtrolled by circumstance, and com- selves. pounded of customs and costumes. “ Dress so that it may never be said The novelist must take, not make, bis of you - What a well-dressed man!"materials ; and in all states of society, but, “What a gentleman-like man." whether one of furs, feathers, and “Nothing is superficial to a deep paint, au naturel,-or of those furs observer! It is in trifles that the turned into muffs, those feathers wav- mind betrays itself. In what part of ing over helmets and barrettes, and that letter,' said a king to the wisest that paint softened into rouge and of living diplomatists, did you discopearl-powder,-the view taken by an ver irresolution ?' In its ns and gs." acute observer will be valuable as was the answer. philosophy ; and it is as an accurate, « There is an indifference to please lively delineation of existing society, in a stocking down at heel-but there that we hold ourselves justified in may be a malevolence in a diamond predicting that Pelham will be a stan- ring. dard, as well as popular, work. There “He who esteems trifles for themis a very clever preface, new to this selves, is a trifler-be who esteems edition, and some very amusing max- them for the conclusions to be drawn ims : we will extract two or three for from them, or the advantage to which our readers' benefit.
they can be put, is a philosopher."
* Pelham; or, the Adventures of a Gentleman. Second edition. 3 vols. 12mo. London, 1828.
We have seldom met with a work to the young stranger's appearance-it which calls for more minute attention was the strikingly bold, buoyant, frank, than the one now before us. If there and almost joyous, expression which be any truth in what some writer as- presided over all. There seemed to serts, that the most original genius dwell the first glow and life of youth, must take its tone from its own times, undimmed by a single fear, and unbafhighly indeed do the present volumes Aed in a single hope. There were speak for their existing period; for how the elastic spring, the inexhaustible much must the nature of even amuse- wealth of energies, which defied, in ment be improved, when a novel can their exulting pride, the heaviness of be made the vehicle of philosophical sorrow and the harassments of time. discussion and metaphysical discovery, It was a face that while it filled you -not the less true and profound for with some melancholy foreboding of being thrown out in conversations, not the changes and chances which must in essays-in a delightful fiction, in- in the inevitable course of fate cloud stead of a treatise? We ourselves the openness of the unwrinkled brow, own to liking the plan of the old- and soberise the fire of the daring and fashioned gardens, where the fruits restless eye, instilled also within you that sustained life were surrounded by some assurance of triumph, and some borders of the flowers that adorned it. omen of success :--a vague but powerDifferent systems of conduct, embo- ful sympathy with the adventurous and died in different characters, are here cheerful spirit which appeared literaldeveloped with an accuracy and a va- ly to speak in its expression. It was riety which the most minute know- a face you might imagine in one born ledge of human nature alone could under a prosperous star ; and you felt, have produced: from the humorous as you gazed, a confidence in that delineation of the broker, Mr. Brown, bright countenance which, like the « a most excellent article"-to that shield of the British prince, seemed of the high-minded Algernon Mor- possessed with the power to charm daunt, all bespeak the same power of into impotence the evil spirits who investigation into the deep recesses of menaced its possessor." the heart, and the eye of one accus. Then we have the young artist, postomed not only to see, but to observe- sessing all the faults and the unbappitwo faculties more distinct than is ness, with all the redeeming beauty of generally admitted.
genius ;-the stern republican feedWith regard to the various charac- ing his fierce enthusiasm, till crime ters, we have no terms too high for seems but a harsh necessity,- brought the praise of their excellent delinea- into admirable contrast with Crauford, tion. Perhaps Algernon Mordaunt whose pitiful guilt is but the result of is as fine a picture of the ideal of ex- selfish and sensual indulgence. We cellence in our nature as was ever have also the volunteer gipsy, a lover fashioned by either philosophy or po- of liberty too, but satisfied with taking etry. His whole story is one of the it himself, without either extending it most painful but exciting interest. to or abridging it in others ;-and last, Clarence Linden is— but let the though not least, Mr. Talbot, votary author speak for his other hero. and victim of vanity, whose story
" It was neither his features nor his forms one of the most masterly epiform, eminently handsome as they sodes in the work, the strength and were, which gave the principal charm weakness of vanity being exhibited in
* The Disowned. By the Author of " Pelham.”
4 vols. 12mo. London, 1828.