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corps. He has brought back the doc- groundwork of his compositions is trines of Calvinism in all their invetera. trashy and hackneyed, though set off cy, and remitted the inveteracy of his by extravagant metaphors and an afnorthern accents. He has turned reli- fected phraseology ; that without the gion and the Caledonian Chapel topsy- turn of his head and the wave of his turvy. He has held a play-book in hand, his periods have nothing in them; one hand and a Bible in the other, and and that he himself is the only idea quoted Shakespeare and Melancthon with which he has yet enriched the in the same breath. The tree of the public mind. He must play off his knowledge of good and evil is no lon- person as Orator Henley used to dazger, with his grafting, a dry withered zle his hearers with bis diamond-ring. stump; it shoots its branches to the The sorall frontispiece prefixed to the skies, and hangs out its blossoms in the “Orations” does not serve to convey gale

an adequate idea of the magnitude of « Miralurque novos fructus, et non sua poma." the man, nor of the ease and freedom He has taken the thorns and briars of of his motions in the pulpit. How difscholastic divinity, and garlanded them fercnt is Dr. Chalmers ! He is like a with the flowers of modish literature.

monkey-preacher to the other. He He has done all this relying on the

cannot boast of personal appearance to strength of a renarkably fine person

set him off. But then he is like the and manner, and through that he has

very genius, or demon, of theological succeeded-otherwise he would have

controversy personified. He has neiperished miserably.

ther airs, nor graces at command; he Dr. Chalmers is not by any means

thinks nothing of himself; he has noso good a looking man, nor so accom

thing theatrical about him (which canplished a speaker as Mr. Irving; yet

not be said of his successor and rival); he at one time almost equalled his ora. but you see a man in mortal tbroes and torical celebrity, and certainly paved agony w

agony with doubts and difficulties, seithe way for him. He has therefore zing stubborn knotty points with his more merit than his admired pupil, as the

teeth, tearing them with his hands, and he has done much with fewer means.

straining his eyeballs till they almost He has more scope of intellect and

start out of their sockets, in pursuit of more intensity of purpose. Both his

bhie a train of visionary reasoning, like a matter and bis manner, setting aside

Highland seer with his second-sight. bis face and figure, are most impres

The description of Balfour of Burley sive. Take the volume of “ Sermons

in his cave, with his Bible in one band on Astronomy," by Dr. Chalmers, and

and his sword in the other, contending the 6 Four Orations for the Oracles of

with the imaginary enemy of mankind, God” which Mr. Irving lately publishe gasping for breath, and the cold moised, and we apprehend there can be no

ture running down his face, gives a comparison as to their success. The

The lively idea of Dr. Chalmers' prophetic first ran like wild-fire through the coun

fury in the pulpit. If we could have try, were the darlings of watering-pla

looked in to have seen Burley hardces, were laid in the windows of inns,*

* beset by the coinage of his heatand were to be met with in all placés oppressed brain," who would have of public resort: while the 66 Orations" asked whether he was a handsome man get on but slowly, on Milton's stilts, or not

ilie or not? It would be enough to see a and are pompously announced as in a

man haunted by a spirit, under the Third Edition. We believe the fairest strong and entire dominion of a wilful and fondest of his admirers would

hallucination. So the integrity and rather see and hear Mr. Irving than

vehemence of Dr. Chalmers' manner, read him. The reason is, that the

the determined way in which he gives himself up to his subject, or lays about

him and buffets sceptics and gainsayers, * We remember finding the volume in the orchard at Burford-bridge near Box-hill, and passing a whole and very delightful morning in reading it, without quitting the shade of an apple-tree. We have not

a

been able to pay Mr. Irving's book the same compliment of reading it at a sitting.

rest

and such eagerness in his own breast! ties, and determined not to flinch.
Besides, he is a logician, has a theory The impression on the reader was pro-
to support whatever he chooses to ad- portionate ; for, whatever were the
Fance, and weaves the tissue of his $0- merits of the style or matter, both were
phistry so close and intricate, that it is new and striking; and the train of
difficult not to be entangled in it, or to thought that was unfolded at such
escape from it. “There's magic in length and with such strenuousness,
the web.” Whatever appeals to the was bold, continuous, and consistent
pride of the buman understanding, has with itself.
a subtle charm in it. The mind is Mr. Irving wants the continuity of
naturally pugnacious, cannot refuse a thought and manner which distinguish-
challenge of strength or skill, sturdily es his rival-and shines by patches
enters the lists and resolves to conquer, and in bursts. He does not warm or
or to yield itself vanquished in the acquire increasing force or rapidity

Chalmers had upon his hearers, and away by a deep or lofty enthusiasm, upon the readers of his “ Astronomical nor touches the highest point of genius Discourses." No one was satisfied or fanaticism, but in the very storm and with his arguments, no one could an- whirlwind of his passion, he acquires swer them, but every one wanted to try and begets a temperance that may give

try to find out a riddle. " By his so session and masterly execution of an
potent art," the art of laying down experienced player or practised fencer,
problematical premises, and drawing and does not seem to express his natu-
from them still more doubtful, but not ral convictions, or to be engaged in a
impossible, conclusions, “he could be- mortal struggle. This greater ease
dim the noon-day sun, betwixt the and indifference is the result of vast
green sea and the azure vault set roar- superiority of personal appearance,
ing war," and almost compel the stars which “ to be admired needs but to be
in their courses to testify his opipions. seen," and does not require the posses-
The mode in which he undertook to sor to work himself up into a passion,
make the circuit of the universe, and or to use any violent contortions to gain
demand categorical information " now attention or to keep it. These two
of the planetary and now of the fixed," celebrated preachers are in almost all
put one in mind of Hecate's mode of respects an antithesis to each other. If
ascending in a machine from the stage, Mr. Irving is an example of what can
“ midst troops of spirits,” in wbich you be done by the help of external advan-
now adipire the skill of the artist, and tages, Dr. Chalmers is a proof of what
next tremble for the fate of the per- can be done without then. The one
former, fearing that the audacity of the is most indebted to his mind, the other
attempt will turn his head or break his to his body. If Mr. Irving inclines
neck. The style of these “ Discourses one to suspect fashionable or popular
also, thougb not elegant or poetical, religion of a little anthropomorphism,
was like the subject, intricate and end- Dr. Chalmers effectually redeems it
less. It was that of a man pushing from that scandal.
his way through a labyrinth of difficul-

(Lit. Gaz.)

PERSIAN MELODIES.
When life has no sorrow

Tho' the sky may be clear,
And youth has no woes,

Yet the flowers may fall,
When the roses of beauty

Torn up from their roots
Are twined on our brows,

By the piercing Shimal.
Tis yon arch where the stars
And the planets advance,

But life, when forsaken
When the bright orb of Zurah

By hope, is the bark
Is leading the dance.

That is rock'd by the waves

When the ocean is dark ;
And life, when our pleasures

When the wretch that is in it
And sorrows combine,

May steer where he will,-
Is a land full of flowers

But the dread of the tempest
Wbere the sunny says shire ;

Oppresses bim still.

GREENWICH HOSPITAL.

(Lit. Gaz.)
A SAILOR'S TALE.

“ They that wants pity, why I pities they." 6 PRAY, Sir, bestow one ha’penny fellow, what's to become of him ?"

- on a poor child, to buy a morsel said N-, as he paid the demand and of bread ; indeed I'm very hungry:" walked into the street; “ What's to such was the petition of a little ragged become of him ?” He stopped a mo-, urchin, as he ran by the side of the wor- ment, and looked towards the spot thy Captain N-, of the East India where the delighted boy was devouring service. The 'pray sir, bestow one ha'- his meal with all the savouriness of penny,' was so common a sound, that real hunger; at this instant, a gentleit passed unheeded, but indeed I'm man tapped him on the shoulder, and very hungry,' uttered in a voice of together they proceeded for the Jerusaplaintive sorrow, could not be resisted lem. Can it be mere fate that reguby the humane and generous N- lates our actions? Is there no still « Hunger, poor child, while I am liv- small voice that whispers to the soul, ing on luxuries ; let me see, let me see," soft as the balmy zephyr in the sumgazing in the lad's face. The tears mer's eve ? Ah, yes, it is the divinity were trickling down, but so obscured that stirs within us, else why should was every feature by dirt, there was this expression be deeply stamped in a nothing to excite satisfaction. They moment on the mind of the Captain, were close to the buttock-of-beef shop, the words of our blessed Master, -Forin the Old Bailey ; “ Aye, aye, let me asmuch as you have done it unto one see," continued N-, and grasping the of these, you have done it unto me." boy's arm, with eagerness entered the The noise and confusion of Lloyd's, house. “ Here, my good woman, give the transacting of business, rise and this lad as much bread and beef as will fall of stocks, the price of freightage, make him a hearty meal, d'ye hear, and nothing could wear out the recollection and I'll thank you to bear a hand. The of the poor little houseless child of child looked at him with astonishment, want ; and, What's to become of burst into tears and caught hold of his him,' frequently burst from his lips. hand, but instantly let it go again, with As soon as Change was over, away a look of deep humiliation and shame; strode the Captain towards Newgate there was no deception in it, it was the Street, with indescribable sensations of workings of the heart pictured on the anxiety and feeling; yet without any countenance. “Look at the young definite intention he reached the spot dog! there, there, don't be snivelling, the child was gone ; in vain he inyou little hypocrite," while the dew- quired at the shop, the woman was igdrop of pity trembled in his own eye. norant of his route, but said he had « Where's your parents?" " Parents," come across to thank her, and pray for repeated the boy. “ Aye, your father a blessing on his generous provider. and mother." "I never had any, 6 What, didn't you ask him where he Sir." “ What's your paine ?” “ Ned, was going, and what he meant to do ?" Sir." " Where do you belong to?" No, Sir, we have so much to attend "I don't know, Sir.” “ Where do to." N- would have scolded, but you come from ?” “I have been trav- conscience told him he had been equalelling about the country with old Nan, ly negligent; and thus, perhaps, a usetill, yesterday, she brought me here ful member was lost to society, or what and told me to shift for myself; and was worse, he might become its very indeed, Sir, I think I could work." pest. Quitting the house, he turned “ Aye, aye, you've been well tutored, down the alley leading to the cloisters no doubt ; there, run along, and sit on of Christ Church, where all the smiling yon step and eat your meal.” Away countenances and cheerful looks of the trudged the lad, looking first at his vic- boys, operated like a momentary tuals and then at his benefactor. “ Poor charm. « And you," said be,“ poor Ned, might have been here, aye, shall then hand him up into the parlour upbe here, if I find you worthy—till I re- on a clean plate.” “ Aye, aye, Sir," turn from my next voyage, and then replied Will; 6 come along, young you shall go to sea ; I know my friend six-foot." In about half an hour the B- would do it for mebut where is boy was brought up. “Well, now let he !" He made every inquiry, search- me see, let me see,” gazing with astoned every nook, but his efforts were ishment on the animated and beautiful vain. Leaving money and directions countenance of the delighted boy, with the woman, that should he make whose full round eyes sparkled with his appearance again, to take care of pleasure ;_" Well, Will, what do you the lad, he once more pursued his way make of him ?” “I don't know, to his lodgings. What nonsense, Sir, can't tell ; it's a comical world, thought be, for me to take such inter- Sir.” “Aye, and there's comical est in the welfare of a little ragged dog creatures in it, Will, comical creaI never saw before ; perhaps the scout tures in it," giving the old man à of some infamous wretch, who has look he well understood. “ But let me brought him up to all manner of wick- see, come here." His former quesedoess—But avast, do, I cannot be de- tions were repeated, and many others ceived, that look was honest truth; put, but still the boy knew no more poor fellow, what's to become of him? ihan that his name was Ned, and he He had now reached the place against had wandered about the country with the walls of Newgate, where the por- old Nan. “He's got a some’ut hangters rest from their burdens, when, ing round his neck, Sir," said Will, by the side of an apple stall, on “but I wouldn't open it to be made an some straw, lay the unconscious boy Admiral; for I thinks it's a charm.” fast asleep. “ Halloa, you young ras- 6 Go along, you old blockhead: let cal !" roared the Captain, with a look me see, let me see." The boy drew between a smile and a tear, to the out a small bag closely sewed up. great terror of the lad, who sprung up "Where did you get this ?”—“I don't instantly; “ Hallo, what do you know, Sir; I've worn it ever since I mean by giving me all this trouble, can remember.” “I'll open it-noarn't I been looking for you this hour, yes—avast.” He paused a minute, while you lie skulking here in the leé raised the lid of his desk, and depositscuppers; come, rouse out.” “God ed it in safety. “Well, Ned, will you bless him!” said the owner of the stall, live with nie ?" The boy looked, but a poor female apparently in the last he could not speak. “ What, dumb stage of a consumption, with an infant founder'd ?" said Will; “ d’ye hear, at the breast and a child about three will you live with his honour ?" years old by her side, “ God bless him, “Yes, for ever," sobbed the lad, “ if my poor little Bess must have gone he'll let me.” “ There, take him home hungry if he had not shared his down, Will; and to-morrow morning, dinner with her. “ Did he," said let him be fresh rigg‘d by the time I N-, throwing down a crown, « then turn out; and now send my dinner up." I say God bless him too; but come T he father of Captain - was the along," catching hold of the boy's son of a wealthy merchant, who, by hand. Regardless of the looks of the dint of industry and taking care of the assembled crowd, he brushed bastily pence, rose by degrees from a very low through them, called a hack, jumped station to one of great opulence; but into it, and away they drove, the Cap- his penurious habits still continued, tain whistling with all his might, Diband, ihough literally rolling in riches, din's song of “ The heart that can feel was always haunted by the fears of povfor another." Arrived at an elegant erty. At the age of forty he married house in Piccadilly, “ flere Will Junk; a young and beautiful female, of engayWill, where are you? you lazy old ing manners and amiable disposition. swab." “ Here, Sir; here, Sir." The bear and the lamb were yoked to“ Take this young scamp and give gether. On her part it was indeed a him a fresh scrape and a paint, and sacrifice ; for her heart had been engaged to one who was her counter. had pow passed away since her partpart; but her father becoming embar. ing with her heart's first love; and she rassed, and Mr. N- the principal once more arrived for a short time at creditor, how could they reject, or she the home of her parents. It was a refuse ? Every effort was tried to sweet, romantic spot, and at a little avert the evil; but ruin came on with distance was a lonely wood, where the rapid strides, and the horrors of want, foot of mortal seldom trod; but it was of pinching poverty, of a jail, resolv- hallowed to Amelia. There she had ed the heroic girl to sacrifice herself, to passed, oh ! how many happy hours, save her sinking family. She sent for in the society of Henry, as they sat in her lover. Oh, what an interview was a small arbor, formed by their own that! They who had pictured future hands with the twisted nut-boughs, upyears of mutual happiness; whose on a turf-raised seat, overspread with hearts were bound in the silken cords downy moss, while the wild thyme of real rich affection; whose existence breathed its fragrance and the waving seemed almost dependent on each oth- Mowers their odours on the breeze, er; yes, they met to meet no more ; Here they would sit and watch the they should live and breathe, and yet white sail far distant on the ocean, and be dead to each other for ever. I can picture the happy countenance of the not describe their meeting and their mariner, who joyed to see his native separation ; those that can feel will do land once more; or heave the sigh of it for themselves. Her lover left his lingering regret, as it gradually lessennative land--the land of his fathers- ed to a spot just dazzling on the horiof his childhood, and once his dearest zon, with those who were bidding their boast. Yes; he left it, and was never own white cliffs adieu; here, too, they heard of more. As the wise of Mr. had pledged their vows in the preN-, Amelia endeavoured to discharge sence of the Majesty of heaven. This her duties with scrupulous attention ; spot had never been visited since Henbut still her thoughts would sometimes ry's departure; but the morning after wander to the scenes of departed days, her arrival, Amelia rose, and almost and remembrance linger on him who, unconsciously advanced towards the perhaps, had gone before her to the place. She reached the opening pathblessed realms of immortality. The way, between two old embracing oaks, birth of a boy now occupied her mind. who, like an aged pair passing through None but a mother can tell a mother's life's pilgrimage, had been each other's delight, when gazing on her first-born ; support through many a winter's or a father the joy which a father feels, storm. An indescribable impulse seemwhile looking on his smiling babe. ed to urge her on ; and, without reflecBut Mr. N- knew not these sensa- tion, she separated the tangled wood, tions; he was proud of his child, and and wound up the ascent : yet did the loved his wife, so far as his rugged na. well-remembered feeling thrill through iure would permit; but he was not her heart—the once-cherished hope aware of the treasure he possessed. that they might often meet together Imwersed in speculations and amass. there. The umbrageous foliage wept ing wealth, he was unacquainted with its tears of dew as she hastily passed those little tendernesses, those endear- by the tree where her name was carving attentions, so precious to a sensin ed-the bazels had formed so thick a tive mind; and his early education be- canopy above as almost to exclude the ing very imperfect, he was unable to light of day-the arbor was now beconverse on subjects gratifying to an fore her ; but what were her feelings enlightened and liberal understanding. when she beheld a man kneeling at Amelia's chief delight was to watch the mossy seat, in the attitude of and tend her blooming boy; and for a prayer ! « Henry, Henry!" she shriekfew weeks in the vear to visit the place ed with convulsive agony, sprung to of her nativity in Devonshire. There, his side, and grasped his hand. Oh ! with her parents, she could smile or horror, horror! Shriek after shriek weep without restraint. Eight years followed; for she pressed the feshless

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