breast, and I longed for the dark wa As he concluded, he covered his ters to roll over me. The world face with his hands and sighed deepseemed dead-for I had none now ly, and remained for some time apto love-none to cherish me-and parently lost in thought. The night the skies, and the trees, and the hills, was closing around us, and the anaand the waves had become hateful to quaw was pouring its sad notes on my sight. I felt that I could never the winds; we arose from our leafy know happiness again, for Ayana seat, and it was with a melancholy was gone from me, like the rainbow feeling that I saw the heart-stricken from a sky of clouds and storms Indian go on his way to the town of like a sun-ray from the valleys it had the white men. brightened.

THE IDLER'S EPISTLE TO JOHN CLARE.

So loth, friend John, to quit the town?
Twas in the dales thou won'st renown:
I would not John! for half-a-crown

Have left thee there ;
Taking my lonely journey down

To rural air.
The paven flat of endless street
Is all unsuited to thy feet;
The fog-wet smoke is all unmeet

For such as thou;
Who thought'st the meadow verdure sweet,

But think'st not now.
• Time's hoarse unfeather'd nightingales"
Inspire not like the birds of vales ;
I know their haunt in river dales

On many a tree,
And they reserve their sweetest tales

John Clare! for thee.
I would not have thee come to sing
Long odes to that eternal spring,
On which young bards their changes ring

With birds and flowers ;
I look for many a better thing,

Than brooks and bowers. ,
Tis true thou paintest to the eye
The straw-thatch'd roof with elm-trees nigh ;
But thou hast wisdom to descry

What lurks below:
The springing tear, the melting sigh,

The cheek's heart-glow.
The poets all, alive or dead,
Up Clare! and drive them from thy head ;
Forget whatever thou hast read

Of phrase or rhyme;
For he must lead and not be led

Who lives through time.
What thou hast been the world may see,
But guess not what thou still may'st be ;
Some in thy lines a Goldsmith see,

Or Dyer's tone ;
They praise thy worst; the best of thee

Is still unknown.

Naicly, Watchmen : authority, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Some grievously suspect thee, Clare !
They want to know thy form of

prayer; Thou dost not cant, and so they stare

And smell free-thinking ;
They bid thee of the devil beware,

And vote thee sinking.
With smile sedate and patient eye
Thou mark'st the creedmen pass thee by,
To rave and raise a hue and cry

Against each other :
Thou see'st a father up on high,

In man a brother.
I would not have a mind like thine
Thy artless childhood tastes resign,
Jostle in mobs, or sup and dine

Its powers away;
And after noisy pleasures pine

Some distant day.
And, John ! though you may mildly scoff,
That curst confounded church-yard cough
Gives pretty plain advice, be off!

While yet you can;
It is not time yet, John! to doff

Your outward man. Drugs ?-Can the balm of Gilead yield Health like the cowslip-yellowed field ? Come sail down Avon and be healed,

Thou cockney Clare !
My recipe is soon revealed;

Sun, sea, and air.
What glue has fasten'd thus thy brains
To kennel odours and brick lanes ?
Or is it intellect detains ?

For 'faith I'll own
The provinces

must take some pains

To match the town.
Does Agnus fling his crotchets wild,
“In wit a man,” in heart a child ?
Has Lepus' sense thine ear beguiled

With easy strain ?
Or hast thou nodded blithe and smiled

At Herbert's vein ?
Does Nalla, that mild giant, bow
His dark and melancholy brow;
Or are his lips distending now

With roaring glee,
That tells the heart is in a glow,

The spirit free?
Or does the Opium-eater quell
Thy wondering sprite with placid spell ?
Still does

But, Clare! the birds will soon be flown ;
Our Cambridge wit resumes his gown;
Our English Petrarch trundles down

To Devon's valley;
Why, when the Mag is out of town,

Stand shilly-shally?

The table-talk of London still
Shall serve for chat by rock and rill;
And you again may have your fill

Of season'd mirth;
But not if spade thy chamber drill

Six feet in earth.
Come then ; thou never sawest an oak
Much bigger than a waggon-spoke :
Thou only couldst the Muse invoke

On treeless fen;
Then come and aim a higher stroke,

My man of men !
The wheel and oar by gurgling steam
Shall waft thee down the wood-brow'd stream;
And the red channel's broadening gleam

Dilate thy gaze;
And thou shalt conjure up a theme

For future lays.
And Rip Van Winkel shall awake
From his loved idlesse for thy sake;
In earnest stretch himself, and take

Pallet on thumb;
Nor now his brains for subjects rake;

John Clare is come.
His touch will hue by hue combine
The thoughtful eyes that steady shine,
The temples of Shakspearian line,

The quiet smile,
The sense and shrewdness which are thine,

Withouten guile.
And thou shalt have a jocund cup
To wind thy spirits gently up,
A stoop of hock, or claret sup,

Once in a way;
And we'll take hints from Mistress Guppt
That same glad day.

AN IDI.ER. + The lady's name is Guppy; but the rhyme was inexorable, and said Gupp. She is immortalized by the invention of a machine to keep muffins hot over the lid of the tea-urn.

ELEMENTS OF VOCAL SCIENCE.*

There is an increasing predilec- serve it for our inconstancy. In the tion for music in this country, but music of the present day, there is no our actual improvement in the sci one style that can in justice be called ence does not seem proportionate. English. Most of our composers With us, every style has been tried, seem to set about their work with as and after all we have not been able much apathy as a puppet-maker to fix upon one, and adopt it for our would evince in the manufacturing own. Each has, in its turn, been of a doll. They make, as it were, abandoned the instant its novelty had musical figures: taking Mozart for worn off, and its characters were be the body-Cimarosa and Paisiello for ginning to be understood. We have the arms-Guglielmo for the headpaid rakish court to an infinite num and clapping on Weber and Boieldieu, ber, and are jilted at last. We are awkwardly enough to be sure, for not harmoniously married, but re- they are not at all in proportion, main musical bachelors, and we de- either in size or muscular strength,

* Elements of Vocal Science; being a Philosophical Inquiry into some of the Principles of Singing. By Richard Mackenzie Bacon. London: Baldwin, 1824.

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to form the legs; whilst Rossini is that we, now feeble, should be strong,
the piece of wire underneath, which When mated with this advocate of song.
has only to be pulled by Mr. Bishop
or Mr. Any-body-else, and the au It has often struck us, that a work
tomaton moves his limbs, shakes his like the Elements of Vocal Science was
head knowingly, walks up stairs into much wanted (we will not press the
the drawing rooms of the great, and favourite and long-established deside-
takes his seat beside the harp or ratum into the service), and right
piano-forte. The music of the pre glad are we to find that it has been
sent day is essentially a mixture of supplied from so good a source.
foreign spirits. It is not among the There are, doubtless, many who, on
“ British Compounds." We have, perusing Mr. Bacon's book, will ex-
however, occasionally heard passages claim: '" Is the man dreaming?
from the music of different compo- Would he compare vocal or instru-
sers so well fitted into each other, mental science to painting? Would
that we have really been puzzled to he really make it a relative, however
know where Guglielmo ends and distant, of poetry?” We answer
Rossini begins, and vice versa. We fearlessly—" Yes!” He would do
should not quarrel with our compo- more—nay, he has done more. He
sers for gathering exotic musical pro- is not satisfied with distant relation-
ductions, and stringing them toge- ship:-he has no idea of a “country-
ther like cherries, if they would only cousin in music. “ Sister or no-
charge gardener's price; but we think thing!” is his motto, and we agree
that five shillings for a bunch of with him. Let every man, who has
stolen fruit is rather exorbitant. By a heart that feels, and a mind that
the bye, we are glad to find that, in values music, recall the delight it has
one case at least, we get the upper afforded him—and we doubt not but
hand of the law, or else we ourselves that more than half the world will
might have been indicted as receivers become proselytes to Mr. Bacon's opi-
at divers times of sundry pieces of nion.
music, knowing them to be stolen. In the first letter “On the Forma-
But to come to the point. The sci- tion of an English School of Singing,"
ence of music has had many assail. (where the Messiah of Handel, and
ants, and many able defenders ; but the Creation of Haydn, are prettily,
we doubt whether any preceding considered as the “ Paradise Lost,
writer has put its“ best leg fore- and the “ Seasons” of music) he re-
ward' so ingeniously and, we will marks:
say, so justly, as the author of the
work before us. He sits down to For a long period English music, pro-
convince his reader by fair argument perly so called, has almost disappeared.
and sound reasoning, that his fa- At this time it would be difficult to describe
vourite science is deserving of more

the compositions of our countrymen. For attention than has generally been although the simple grandeur, the pure and conceded to it. He is determined to

nervous cast of sentiment which appear to divest it of its street-playing associa: of English writing and of English execu

me to constitute the original characteristics tions, and to tear the vagabond coat tion, are not absolutely obliterated, they from its back. He has made up his are lapsing fast into the fascinating langour mind to strip it of its last dying and delightful facility of Italian art. I speech” attributes, and he has fully cannot help thinking we are arrived at a succeeded. We consider, judging pitch of acquirement that enables us to by the present production, that Mr. compare and class the materials we have Bacon is eminently qualified to write been so long amassing. We ought at least on the theme which he has chosen. to begin the work of arrangement, to supTo superior inusical and literary port by our natural strength the delicacy of knowledge he joins a love of his sub- our exoticelegance, and to diversify and adorn ject, which tends almost as much as with the collected graces of foreign study, his argument to convince us that he the severer virtues of native growth. We

have no other defence against the arts of is right. He throws down his gaunt- Italy, who is now alluring our musicians let to the vituperators, and woe be into an alliance which can hardly fail to to them who shall take it up. He terminate in the extinction of the name of does not need our assistance, or we English music, and in our annexation to would follow him to the field, and the musical conquests of that country, attle on his side. Assured

which enslaves, as her Capua did the

powers which

army of the Carthaginian, by voluptuous confined to one pursuit. I would thereinsinuation. (P.23, 24.)

fore here only recommend the student to He then says:

fix his first attention on the great style, to My distinct and definite object is the study principles, and to form as correct

and pure a taste as possible, for if nature preservation of the strength and majesty should have denied him those of our national musical character. As the basis of a school of our own, novelty is he will descend to any subordinate station,

are necessary to maintain the highest rank, not more necessary merely as novelty and with advantages not commonly enjoyed by as food for the delicate and changeful ap- those with whom he is to contend; while petite of the public, than for the introduc

on the contrary, if he be too much emtion of new passages and new modes of expression, which mark the progress of ployed in the practice of the mechanical

parts of the art, he will become attached invention and of taste. It is come to a

by habit to inferior excellences, and can plain and simple alternative. We must either adopt the style and the manner of tion of the accomplishments that are the

never elevate his mind to the contemplaItaly and Germany, both in composition most truly desirable of attainment.—(P.51, and in execution, or we must be governed

52.) by laws of our own.-(P. 40, 41.)

We pass over the three letters These observations may be true that follow on the Vocal Music of the enough, but we question whether Church, the Concert, and the Theait is not rather too late in the day tre (which are very ably written) to think of being “ governed by our and proceed to give a specimen from own laws” in music. The wanton letter the 6th, on the Vocal Music of Muse of Italy dances over the grave the Chamber. It gives us a fasciof English song, and few appear in- nating, but assuredly not overdrawn dignant at the one, or seem to sympa- picture of one of the best delights of thize with the other. For our own « Home, sweet Home.” After speakparts, we consider that Rossini has ing of the public exercise of singing, given the final blow to our national the author thus proceeds: taste, and many of our composers

It is, however, in the absolute or in the (and among them, Bishop, who is

comparative privacy of the Chamber, that worthy of better employment) have vocal art is capable, if not of the most for some time past been giving us

grand, forceful, and sublime effects, yet nothing but feeble imitations of a

of the most pleasing, most pervading, and feeble original-Rossini. Their com most homefelt gratifications. Its power of positions are like the last worn-out penetration is commensurate with the fine impressions from an originally imper- temper and delicacy of the instrument em. fect plate. Rossini is the bleak of ployed. It is here, and here only, that music, he skims along the surface, music receives its utmost polish, and is but goes not to the depths of hará heightened by the praise and participation mony. He has grace-but little of those whom respect, friendship, esteem, energy :-a flow of ideas with but and love incite us to please. In public we

admire and we are astonished at the magni. confined variety of expression :-oc- ficent combinations of various art, and at the casional feeling, but no sublimity; facility to which a life of labour, devoted He is not to be mentioned with

to the attainment of execution, at length Mozart. Rossini seems to flirt with ascends; but in private, if we contract and Polyhymnia. Mozart, on the con concentrate our notions of the powers of trary, is overhead and ears in love the art, we combine them with the affecwith her. Rossini kisses her hand- tions. There can be no stronger proof of Mozart presses her to his bosom. this fact, than that those to whom it would Rossini is content with her words, be almost annihilation to witness the perMozart drinks in her sighs.

formance of a daughter, a sister, or a misFrom letter the 2d, “ On Style the finest powers, do yet derive from the

tress in public, admitting that they possess and Manner,” we extract with plea- limited exhibition of the same faculties in sure the following salutary and ex

the chamber, the highest possible intelleccellent advice:

tual enjoyment. The truth is, that our Experience shews us that scarce any one associations are in this respect boundless in singer, of whatever eminence, has risen to their empire over us, and not the least of the top of his art in more than one style. them is the conviction which we experience, Indeed there are causes which render the that the expression of particular passions possession of a diversity of talents almost and sentiments is connected with personal impossible. Like judgment and wit, the habits and recollections. These we appropowers which constitute the one destroy the priate. But we cannot bear that there other. The mind must be directed and should become the objects of indiscrimi