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already. And there is a battle (not runs on. “ Author of Guy Mannerin the story of the novel, but in one ing !” says Bertram, “ Do 1 hear of Sir Morgan's long stories) in which you right?”.. “ Yes, Sir, and likewe verily believe as many different wise of Kenilworth, the Abbot, the centuries take a part as in the famous Pirate,” &c. and away he bowls with drama of the Antijacobin. The Tem a third roll-call. Now thus far all is plars are there ; all sorts of Saxons fair, and part of the general hoax. and Welshmen are there: Rhees ap But, when we add that this Mr. T. Meredith is there : nd we all know Malbourne conducts himself very whereabouts he dates :) and a very much like a political decoy or treconspicuous part by the way is play- panner-makes himself generally dised by two Earls of Chester and Slop. agreeable by his cynical behaviourNow the Earl of Chester (God bless and condescends to actions which every him !
) is still a prosperous gentleman man of honour must disdain (such as in this world; we read of his Lord- listening clandestinely to conversa, ship daily in the Morning Herald: tions, &c.)-it will be felt that our and he generally does bring a very pleasant friend has here been led considerable weight to any side he astray, by his superabundance of takes in the battles of this world. animal spirits : this is carrying the But who is his cousin of Slop? Is he joke too far; and he ought really to by syncope for Salop, i. e. Lord apologize to Sir Walter Scott by exShrewsbury-some bold Talbot or pelling the part from his next. ediother? If not, we fear he has long tion. A second point which we could been spilt and wiped up by the Muse wish him to amend in his next hoax of history. However, all these things is the keenness of his satirical hits at are trifles: nobody cares about such us the good people of this island. things in a novel, except pedants. We like quizzing immensely, as we
But now, dear German hoaxer, a have said: (we have quizzed him a word or two to you at parting. And little here and there:) and we like mistake us not for any of those dull even to be quizzed. Nay, we could people “ qui n'entendent pas la rail- muster magnanimity enough to sublerie:” on the contrary, we are ex
scribe to the keenest pasquinade travagantly fond of sport: la baga- upon our own worthy self, protelle is what we doat on: and many vided it had any salt of wit (for a time have we risked our character something it should have): and we as philosophers by the exorbitance of would never ask after its precise numour thirst after « fun.” Nay we her of falsehoods. But in our napatronize even hoaxing and quizzing, tional character we do ask a little when they are witty and half as good after this: and the more willing we as yours. But all this within cer are to hear of our faults, the more tain eternal limits; which limits are we expect that they shall be our good nature and justice. And these real faults. We will not suspect are a little trespassed on, we fear, in that he does not like us: for we the following case:-we put it to our like him monstrously. Yet, if we readers. There is a certain Mr. were to set Capt. Fluellen or Capt. Thomas Malbourne in this novel, M'Turk upon his book, we fear of whom we have taken no notice, that either of those worthy Celts because he is really an inert per- would exalt his nostrils, begin to son as to the action—though busy snuff the air, and say, Py Cot, I enough in other people's whenever pelieve he's laughing at us. And it becomes clear to his own mind Celtic ground, whether Welsh or Gaethat he ought not to be busy. This lic, is not the most favourable for Mr. Malbourne, being asked in the such experiments on the British temlatter end of the book-who and per. But let this be reformed, good what he is, solemnly replies that he hoaxer! Do not put quite so much is the author of Waverley. “Author acid into your wit. Come over to of Waverley !” says Bertram, “ God London, and we will all shake hands bless my soul ! is it possible ?" with you. Over a pipe of wine, which “Yes, Sir," he rejoins, is and also we shall imbibe together, you will of Guy Mannering, the Antiquary, take quite a new view of our characTales of my Landlord,” and so he ter: and we in particular will intro
duce you to some dear friends of ours,
exceedingly did fret : Scotch, Irish, and English, who will And, snatching from her hand half an. any of them be glad to take a six grily teenth in your next hoax, or even to The belt again, about her body gan it tie. subscribe to a series of hoaxes which Yet nathemore would it her body fit : we shall assist to make so witty that
Yet natheless to her, as her dew right, (to quote Sir Charles Davenant's It yielded was by them that judged it. grandfather) they shall “ draw three “ By them that judged it!" and who souls out of one weaver,” shall ex are they? Spenser is here prophetic, tort laughter from old Rhees ap Me and means the Reviewers. It has redith in Tartarus, and shall call out been generally whispered that the true “ Lord Slop” from his hiding place. Florimel has latterly lost her girdle Now, turning back from the hoaxer of beauty. Let this German Sir Sato the hoax, we shall conclude with tyrane, then, be indulgently supposed this proposition. All readers of Spen- to have found it: and, whilst the title ser must know that the true Florimel to it is in abeyance, let it be adjudged lost her girdle ; which, they will re- to the false Florimel; and let her have member, was found by Sir Satyrane- a licence to wear it for a few months, and was adjudged by a whole assem- until the true Florimel comés forblage of knights to the false Florimel, ward in her original beauty, dissolves although it did not quite fit her. She, her snowy counterfeit, and reclaims viz. the snowy Florimel,
her own “ golden cestus.”
ON DYING FOR LOVE.
To turn stark fools, and subjects fit
For sport of boys and rabble-wit.-Hudibras. Dying for love is a very silly thing. if he had never love
The It answers no one good end whatso- fate of my friend Ris a case in
It is poetical, romantic, per- point. He was deeply enamoured of haps immortalizing; but neverthe a very beautiful but adamantine less it is silly, and oftentimes exceed- lady, and, as a matter of course, grew ingly inconvenient. I have been very low-spirited and very miserapretty near it myself six or seven ble. He did not long survive; and, times, but thanks to my obstinacy! as another matter of course, it was (for which, indeed, 1 ought to be given out that he died for love. thankful, seeing I possess a very con
As the world seemed to think it siderable portion of that unyielding sounded better than saying, that his essence,) I have contrived to keep death was occasioned by drinking cold Death from the door, and Despair water immediately after walking ten from the sanctuary of my thoughts. miles under a burning sun, I did not I cannot, in fact, believe that half of contradict the report, although I had those who have the credit (I should good grounds for so doing, and it besay discredit) of dying for love have
came very generally believed. Some really deserved it. A man fixes his aver that Leander died of love, “beaffections on a piece of cold beauty cause,” say they, “if Hero had not -a morsel of stony perfection-or been on the other side of the Helleson one far above him in rank and for- pont he would not have been drowntune--or on an equal, who has un ed-argal, he died for love." * These fortunately a lover whom she prefers. are your primary-cause-men! your Well ! he becomes melancholy, takes wholesale deduction-mongers ! Now cold upon it, and dies. But this I am a plain-spoken fellow, and proves nothing; he might have died am more apt to draw natural than if his passion had been returned, or romantic conclusions-argal, I say
* See As you like it. Act iv. S. l.
he died of the cramp, or from and she became at last like a being carried away by the rapidity spirit of heaven dwelling among, but of the stream: although, I know at scarcely holding communion with, the same time that this is not the the sons and daughters of the earth. current opinion. I am no poet, and The latter part of her life seemed therefore take no poetic licences: an abstraction-a dream-an unconthe romantic do; and I am quite sciousness of what was passing awilling to let Common Sense decide round her. The sister of S-- (of between us.
Let me, however, not who had broken the vows that be misunderstood; I argue not on
were pledged with such seeming fide the impossibility, but on the folly lity to Marian) abhorred her broand inconsistency of dying for love. ther's perfidy, and was fonder than That it has occasionally happened ever of the poor heart-broken girl. I am well aware. I remember Ma- She sincerely pitied herrian T-, when she was as lovely and lively a girl as
For pitee renneth sone in gentil herte ;
ever laid a blushing cheek on a snowy pillow, and sought by every means in her and sank into dreams of innocence power to revive her past energies, and joy. I remember her, too, when and recall her to lost happiness and the rose was fading from her cheek, peace. But it was too late ; aland solace and happiness had vanish- though she complained not, her spirit ed for ever from her forsaken heart. was broken for ever: and in the There was the impress of blighted effort of raising herself to give a last hope upon her brow-the record of a kiss to her friend, she sank back and villain's faithlessness upon her sunken died without a struggle or a sigh. cheek. Her eye told of long suffer. There were some lines in a periodical ing, and her constant but melancholy work, shortly after her death, evi. smile evinced how patiently she en- dently written by a person acquaintdured it. Day by day the hue of ed with the parties, which, I think, mortality waxed fainter and fainter; may not improperly be inserted here. her beautiful form wasted away,
There's a stain on thee that can never fade,
Tho' bathed in the mists of future years,
Of sorrow, and anguish, and bitter tears.
That, loved by thee, would have blossom’d fair,
And wither and die in thy soul's despair.
With which thou told’st of thy love and truth,
And blighted the flow'ret in its youth.
Has e'er betray'd thy bosom's pain,
To call it back from the grave again.
Its fadeless love in Spring's blooming hour;
Whose rays are life to the drooping flow'r ;-
Been calm as the lake that sleeps in rest;
Nor pleasure dwell in thy lonely breast.
For the lovely one whom thou left'st forlorn,
A deep lament shall be ;
And no eye e'er weep for thee.
In solitude and gloom ;
As awful as thy doom. But this, and a few other extreme room window of romance into the cases, I consider as mere exceptions area of common sense, and real life ; to my general rule. Now, supposing, but he was forced to make the best as I have said before, that a man of it: so he took his meals oftener dotes upon a beauty without a heart: and thought no more about it. He What, in the name of reason, should afterwards actually became a suitor induce him to die for one who does to another, was married, and now, not care a rush for him? There may I have no doubt, thinks just as I do be others who would have more feel on the subject of dying for love. ing, and less coquetry, with quite as Ere I part with you my
readers many personal charms. Or sup- all!” take notice of these my last posing that he is attached to one far words, and farewell directions, which above him, either in fortune or rank, I give in sincerity of heart, and out of or in both. What then! Must he anxiety for your welfare. Ye who therefore waste away, and become have never been in love, but who are the mere shadow of himself? A child approaching insensibly towards itmay long to catch a star as he does Corydons of sixteen! “ Apollines ima butterfly, or to turn the sun round berbes” come home for the holidays! as he is accustomed to turn his hoop, take heed ! Ye are entering on a but his non-success would not, as little known and perilous sea. Look nurses call it, “ be the death of him.” to your bark lest she founder. Bring Again: let us imagine that a man her head round, and scud away beplaces his affections on an equal, and fore the wind into the port of Indifthat she has a stronger yearning to- ference. There is danger in the very wards another. Still, I say, there is serenity that sleeps upon the waves : no harm done. Let him think (as there is faithlessness in the lightest I should do that there may be other breath that curls them. Ye who are females with quite as many outward in love-ye who are already on the attractions, and more discernment. deceitful ocean-listen to me! Look I have no notion of dying to please any out for squalls !-Beware of hurrione. I have had too much trouble to canes !-Have a care of approaching support existence to think of laying storms! There may be an enemy's it down upon such grounds. I should ship nearer than you wot of. Just deem it quite enough to perish for give a salute, and sheer off to Bachethe sake of one who really loved me: lor's harbour. And ye, the last and for one who did not, I should be most pitiable class of all-ye, who sorry, to suffer a single twinge of fancy yourselves dying for love, make the rheumatism, or the lumbago. I a tack! about ship! and, above all, have read of a man who actually keep plenty of good wine a-board ; fancied he was fading away. so that when a sigh is rising in the victim to the tender passion;"—but throat you may choke it with a who afterwards discovered that his bumper; and, in case of tears flowcomplaint was caused by abstaining ing, depend upon it that port will too long from his necessary food. prove the best eye-water. This was a sad fall from the drawing
IDEA OF A UNIVERSAL HISTORY ON A COSMO-POLITICAL PLAN.
BY IMMANUEL KANT.
WHATSOEVER difference there may if they perceived it, they would little be in our notions of the freedom of regard. the will metaphysically considered, Considering that men, taken colit is evident that the manifestations lectively as a body, do not proceed of this will, viz. human actions, are like brute animals under the law of as much under the control of uni an instinct, nor yet again, like raversal laws of nature as any other tional cosmopolites, under the law of physical phænomena. It is the pro- a preconcerted plan, one might vince of history to narrate these ma- imagine that no systematic history of nifestations ; and let their causes be their actions (such for instance as the ever so secret, we know that history, history of bees or beavers) could be simply by taking its station at a possible. At the sight of the actions distance and contemplating the a- of man displayed on the great stage gency of the human will upon a large of the world, it is impossible to esscale, aims at unfolding to our view cape a certain degree of disgust: a regular stream of tendency in the with all the occasional indications of great succession of events; so that wisdom scattered here and there, we the very same course of incidents, cannot but perceive the whole sum which taken separately and indi- of these actions to be a web of folly, vidually would have seemed per- childish vanity, and often even of the plexed, incoherent, and lawless, yet idlest wickedness and spirit of deviewed in their connexion and as the struction. Hence at last one is puzactions of the human species and not zled to know what judgment to form of independent beings, never fail to of our species so conceited of its discover a steady and continuous high advantages. In this perplexity though slow developement of certain there is no resource for the philosogreat predispositions in our nature. pher but this -- that, finding it imposThus for instance deaths, births, and sible to presume in the human race marriages, considering how much any rational purpose of its own, he they are separately dependent on the must endeavour to detect some natufreedom of the human will, should ral purpose in such a senseless curseem to be subject to no law accord- rent of human actions ; by means of ing to which any calculation could be which a history of creatures that made beforehand of their amount: pursue no plan of their own may yet and yet the yearly registers of these admit a systematic form as the hisevents in great countries prove that tory of creatures that are blindly purthey go on with as much conformity suing a plan of nature. Let us now to the laws of nature as the oscilla- see whether we can succeed in finding tions of the weather: these again out a clue to such a history; leaving are events which in detail are so far it to nature to produce a man capable irregular that we cannot predict them of executing it. Just as she proindividually; and yet taken as a duced a Kepler who unexpectedly whole series we find that they never brought the eccentric courses of the fail to support the growth of plants planets under determinate laws; and --the currents of rivers—and other afterwards a Newton who explained arrangements of nature in a uniform these laws out of a universal ground and uninterrupted course. Individual in nature. men, and even nations, are little aware that, whilst they are severally pursuing their own peculiar and often All tendencies of any crcature, to contradictory purposes, they are un which it is predisposed by nature, are consciously following the guidance of destined in the end to develope ihema great natural purpose which is selves perfectly and agreeably to their wholly unnoticed by themselves; and final purpose.—External as well as are thus promoting and making ef- internal (or anatomical) examination forts for a great process which, even confirms this remark in all animals. Oct. 1824.
PROPOSITION THE FIRST.