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lière et locale ; les autres sans l'action des étroites, comme les idées terrestres dont objets extérieurs. De lå une erreur première, elles ne sont qu'une copie, et l'époque arde là une série de longues erreurs. Oui, rive, où elle ne présente plus à l'esprit que sans doute, il y a une révélation, mais des assertions qu'il ne peut admettre à cette révélation est universelle, elle est per l'ame, que des pratiques qui ne la satismanente, elle a sa source dans le cæur hu- font point. Le sentiment religieux se sémain. L'homme n'a besoin que de s'écou- pare alors de cette forme pour ainsi dire ter lui-même, il n'a besoin que d'écouter pétrifiée. Il en réclame une autre qui ne la nature qui lui parle par mille voix, pour le blesse pas, et il s'agite jusqu'à ce qu'il etre invinciblement porté à la religion. l'ait trouvée. Sans doute aussi, les objets extérieurs in Voilà l'histoire de la religion ; on doit fluent sur les croyances : mais ils en modi. voir maintenant que si l'on confond le senfient les formes, ils ne créent pas le senti. timent et la forme, on ne s'entendra jament intérieur qui leur sert de base. mais.

10.-Si la religion vient de la peur, 12.-Une loi éternelle qu'il faut reconpourquoi les animaux, dont plusieurs sont naître, quelque opinion que nous ayons plus timides que nous, ne sont-ils pas reli- d'ailleurs sur des questions que nous gieux ? Si elle vient de la reconnaissance, avouons être insolubles, une loi éternelle les bienfaits comme les riguers de la na- semble avoir voulu que la terre fût inha. ture physique étant les mêmes pour tous bitable, quand toute une génération ne les êtres vivants, pourquoi la religion croit plus qu'une puissance sage et bienn'appartient-elle qu'à l'espèce humaine ? faisante veille sur les hommes. Cette terre,

11.–Le sentiment religieux naît du be. séparée du ciel, devient pour ses habitants soin que l'homme éprouve de se mettre en

une prison, et le prisonnier frappe de sa communication avec les puissances invisi- tête les murs du cachot qui le renferme. bles.

Le sentiment religieux s'agite avec frénésie La forme naît du besoin qu'il éprouve sur des formes brisées, parce qu'une forme également de rendre régulieurs et perma

lui manque que l'intelligence perfectionnée nents

les moyens de comņunication qu'il puisse admettre. croit avoir découverts.

Que cette forme paraisse, l'opinion l'enLa consécration de ces moyens, leur ré. toure, la morale s'y rattache, l'autorité, gularité, leur permanence, sont des choses quelque temps rebelle, finit par céder ; dont il ne peut se passer. Il veut pouvoir tout rentre dans l'ordre, les esprits inquiets, compter sur sa croyance; il faut qu'il la les ames épouvantées retrouvent le repos. retrouve aujourd'hui ce qu'elle était hier,

C'est en effet ce qui arrive à l'apparition et qu'elle ne lui semble pas, à chaque ine de la religion chrétienne. Le sentiment stant, prête à s'évanouir et à lui échapper religieux

s'empare de cette forme épurée ; comme un nuage. Il faut, de plus, qu'il

sa portion vague, mélancolique et touchante la voie appuyée du suffrage de ceux

y trouve un asyle, au moment où l'homme avec lesquels il est en rapport d'intérêt, ayant acquis des connaissances sur les lois d'habitude et d'affection : destiné qu'il est

des choses physiques, la religion existante à exister avec ses semblables, et à commu

a perdu l'appui que lui prêtait l'ignoniquer avec eux, il ne jouit de son propre sentiment que lorsqu'il le rattache au sen 13.- Des nations puissantes et policées timent universel. Il n'aime pas à nour ont adoré des dieux qui leur donnaient rir des opinions que personne ne partage; l'exemple de tous les vices. Qui n'eût il aspire pour sa pensée, comme pour sa pensé que ce scandaleux exeniple devait conduite, à l'approbation des autres, et la corrompre les adorateurs ? Au contraire, sanction du dehors est nécessaire à sa satis. ces nations, aussi long-temps qu'elles sont faction intérieure.

restées fidèles à ce culte, ont offert le specDe là résulte à chaque époque l'éta- tacle des plus hautes vertus. blissement d'une forme positive, propor. Ce n'est pas tout. Ces mêmes nations tionnée à l'état de cette époque.

se sont détachées de leur croyance, et c'est Mais toute forme positive, quelque sa alors qu'elles se sont plongées dans tous tisfaisante qu'elle soit pour le présent, con les abîmes de la corruption. Les Romains, tient un germe d'opposition aux progrès de chastes, austères, désintéressés, quand ils l'avenir. Elle contracte, par l'effet même encensaient Mars l'impitoyable, Jupiter de sa durée, un caractère dogmatique et l'adultère, Vénus l'impudique, ou Mercure stationnaire qui refuse de suivre l'intelli. le protecteur de la fraude, se sont montrés gence dans ses découvertes, et l'ame dans dépravés dans leurs mæurs, insatiables dans ses émotions que chaque jour rend plus leur avidité, barbares dans leur égoïsme, épurées et plus délicates. Forcée, pour lorsqu'ils ont délaissé les autels de ces difaire plus d'impression sur ses sectateurs, vinités féroces ou licencieuses. d'emprunter des images presque maté D'où vient ce phénomène bizarre ? Les rielles, la forme religieuse n'offre bientôt hommes s'amélioreraient-ils en adorant le plus à l'homme fatigué de ce monde qu'un vice ? Se pervertiraient-ils en cessant de Yonde à peu près semblable. Les idées 'adorer ? qu'elle suggère deviennent de plus en plus Von, sans doute; mais aussi long-temps

rance.

que le sentiment religieux domine la forme, Dans l'armée du fils de Philippe, le soldat il exerce sur elle sa force réparatrice. La Macédonien, convaincu de meurtre, eût été raison en est simple : le sentiment religieux condamné par Alexandre, bien que son est une émotion du même genre que toutes , juge fut l'assassin de Clitus. Pareils aux nos émotions naturelles ; il est, en consé. 'grands de ce monde, les dieux ont un caquence, toujours d'accord avec elles. Il ractère public et un caractère privé. Dans est toujours d'accord avec la sympathie, la leur caractère public, ils sont les appuis de pitié, la justice, en un mot, avec toutes les la morale : dans leur caractère privé, ils vertus. Il s'ensuit qu'aussi long-temps n'écoutent que leurs passions ; mais ils qu'il reste uni avec une forme religieuse, n'ont de rapports avec les hommes que les fables de cette religion peuvent être dans leur caractère public. scandaleuses, ses dieux peuvent être corrompus, et cette forme néanmoins avoir un

These extracts have not been taken effet heureux pour la morale.

at random—though they may appear

long, and are culled from different 14.–Le peuple qui attribuait son origine parts of the work, yet they are conaux amours de Mars et d'une vestale, n'en nected together, and carry on M. infligeait pas moins à toute vestale séduite Constant's train of speculation. From un supplice rigoureux. Le caractère moral des dieux n'a pas non

them the reader may form a very plus l'influence qu'on suppose. Quel que

complete idea of the gist of the whole soit ce caractère, la relation établie entre volume, and may be saved the troules dieux et les hommes est toujours la ble of looking further. So much, the même. Leurs égarements particuliers de importance of the subject, the fame meurent étrangers à cette relation, comme of Benjamin Constant, and the exles désordres des rois ne changent rien aux pectations attached to the work lois contre les désordres des individus. seemed to demand — and no more.

'TIS PAST-THE FOND-THE FLEETING DREAM.

'Tis past—the fond—the fleeting dream

Of love and hope is o'er,
And darkly steals life's troubled stream

Unto the silent shore.
But still this broken heart of mine
Shall be thy memory's mournful shrine,
Till it is laid at rest with thine,

Where grief is felt no more.
My sorrow seeks no lonely spot,

In some far desert placed;
To me each scene where thou art not

Is but a joyless waste.
Where all around is bright and fair
I only feel thou art not there,
And turn from what thou canst not share,

And sigh to be at rest!
I bow no more at beauty's shrine,

For me her charms are vain ;
The heart that once hath loved like mine

Can never love again.
The wreathing smile, the beaming eye,
Are pass’d by me unheeded by;
And where thy ruin'd relics lie,

My buried hopes remain.
Life's latest tie hath sever'd been

Since thou hast ceased to be;
Our hearts the grave hath closed between.

And what remains for me
In this dark pilgrimage below?
A vain regret-a cherished woe-
And tears that cannot cease to flow

Whene'er I think of thee.

THE PORTRAIT PAINTER.

No. II.

Sono Pittore !-Sal. Rosa.

At the appointed hour I waited There are certain teachers of what on my new sitters, the first of whom they call elocution in this great town, was the head of the family, the Hon. who, as Dowton says, “ teach folks Mr. Augustus Elborough, and, after to mouth, and pick their pockets in a few preliminaries were arranged, return :" they labour in their vocasuch as the most becoming attitude tion, and their pupils only are to and occupation-- the side on which blame; but why those, from whom his auburn curls should be disposed we might expect better, who have -whether he should look up as one received classical educations, been inspired,or look down in “ musing accustomed to hear and see things melancholy,&c. &c. he at length worthy of remark and imitationtook his seat.

why they should roar, and growl, and He was incontrovertibly handsome, thunder forth the simplest and most in the usual acceptation of the word, natural passages ; making verse hibut I may be fastidious-his nose deous, merely because it is verse they and forehead had nothing of the are reading, is inexplicable to me. Apollo; he depended on the red and I admit that poetry, how true white tints of his complexion for soever to nature, is not the common effect, not to the finely blended light every-day language of men, and deand shade of countenance and ex- mands therefore a tone in delivering pressiou : there was a want of soul, it, exalted above the usual tone of but how did I dare to think so when ordinary conversation ; but there is a his wife at my elbow was whispering, delicate medium that equally avoids loud enough for him to hear and affectation and vulgarity, and steers smile,

Ís'nt his face exquisite ? between both with inexpressible and his figure too is perfect syınme- grace; we seldom hear this off the try!” “ My love, he sighed forth, stage (too seldoin on)—those who read to me, or-stay, it will be better, have listened to the reading of the play to me.” She struck a few late Mrs. Sh-d-n's brother, have notes; “ No--give me Lord Byron, felt the truth of this ; but he is all dear; I'll read myself-aye-and I music, and “ could not if he would" think this will be the best attitude be otherwise than melodious. after all.” He accordingly began: I think correct judgment and pu“ I stood at Venice on the bridge of rity of ear may confer this charm signs, &c.” till reaching “ She looks without the necessity of instruction. a sea Cybele fresh from ocean;” he I am sure instruction can do nothing suddenly stopped: “ That line al- where those qualities are not. ways annoys me,” he exclaimed; “ he lays the stress on the wrong syl. But my mind wanders- I demand it back. lable, and I am such a slave to har

Now and then my sitter, leaving I was surprised to hear it, for I had his studied posture, lounged towards þeen remarking a peculiar want of the looking-glass in which he adjustthat quality in his reading; and some ed his dress, smoothed his eye-brows, reflections arose in my mind, which and having thus “re-strung his bow, it was as well he could not divine. re-filled his quiver,” returned to the

It occurs to me that the tone people charge. assume in reading poetry is owing to As the admiring partner of his life a great mistake; they seem to think was also to share his toils in this parit necessary to throw off all natural ticular, she occasionally assumed the intonation, and to substitute an in vacant chair. She was nothing be1lated and sonorous sound, little bet- hind her lord in the opinion she enfer, in fact, yhan a monotonous drawl. tertained of her own charms, having

mony !"

been even from infancy, as she as- for an ugly child is so rare-how is it sured me, considered a beauty. possible that infancy and innocence

All this was appalling, seeing that can look otherwise than beautiful! I could not, by any attempt, bring Their clear bright eyes, their soft, my opinion to accord with hers.

rose-hued cheeks, their round small It was true, she had blue eyes and limbs-art cannot flatter them. large eyes, but they were all surface, they wanted the bright depth where Oh infancy! if aught can move another world seems to exist ; where The coldest heart to pity and to love, -in fact--they were eyes that any "Twere surely found in thee ! one might paint. It was, true she had dark liair, and long hair, but

Dim passions mark there was no grace in the head it Stern manhovd's brow, where age impresses might otherwise have adorned ; there dark was no expression in any feature ex The stealing lines of sorrow, but thire' eye cept oue, and that made me think, Wears nor distrust, nor grief, nor perjury. every time I looked up, of Polypheme in the 'oratorio. “ Bring me a hun The next family that claimed my dred reeds of decent growth, to make attention was one much more intera pipe for my capacious mouth.esting than I had been accustomed

Many an hour she devoted to me, to meet with. It consisted of a father, and at length I produced a likeness; three daughters, and a mother, blini I could'nt help it, I know it was un and infirm. I am ignorant of their pardonable, and I kiss the rod; it exact rank, but I conceive the father was gazed at, censured, abused, re must have formerly been in business, jected: she agreed to sit again--to though now retired from busy life to try an entirely new style, “ my poor a beautiful cottage in the country, face! no artist ever yet succeeded where his constant occupation was to be sure that of poor dear Flat- gardening; so devoted was he to this teurine's would have been exact, but passion that his outward man indihe died, dear man, before it was cated a regular professor of that anfinished !” Dreadful thought! I de- cient art, no amateur: and it was termined that should not be my ca

difficult for strangers to recognize tastrophe if I could help it, and be- the lord of the mansion in his blue, gan with fresh vigour. "She chose to tucked-up apron, and clouted shoon. appear as Hebe, and she did—it was The tender and unremitting attention an excellent picture, totally unlike of the two youngest girls, who were the former ; “but Mamma," said her twins, to their mother, delighted me little daughter, “ what is that little extremely. I did not see the eldest jug for? and the lady looks so cold for some time, and I observed that without her gown, poor thing !"

when her name was mentioned, a This little connoisseur next took sadness seemed to follow, and silence, her place with her brother, and an as if it roused some feelings that infant ten months old claimed my could not be immediately suppressed: care: the latter having previously this raised my curiosity to see her; determined not to submit to any such but I had little chance of my wish infliction, made it a point to whine being gratified-she never appeared. and “ shirl," and sulk, and storm, The twins were very charming, they and rage ; during which the nurses sang the prettiest duets imaginable, uttered all the inexpressive sounds their voices blended so sweetly, they that are resorted to in similar cases, looked so innocent and placid, and till a new Babel woke; there were yet there wus some uneasiness that I the knockings, the dancings, the could not penetrate. I should have whirlings, the joggings, threatening thought it was the blindness of their discomfiture to all my apparatus. I parent, but she was so tranquil, so bore it all, however, and came off in resigned ; employed herself so contriumph, having produced three che- stantly with one little delicate work rubs, without the wings or or other, and spoke so cheerfully rounding clouds. They were pro- about her affliction that it could not nounced inimitable, and I saved my be that. credit with but little sacrifice of truth, “O soaring bird, that rostest upon

sur

the Südree, thy station is not this like berries, contrast with its bright confined place of sorrow!"

leaf, while those that are unripe form One morning, chance gratified me a pleasing variety of paler greenwith a sight of the incognita. I had the underwood of dwarf St. John's arrived earlier than usual, and the wort with its star-like yellow flowers family were not prepared for me: hanging over the path: other alleys while I waited, observing that a glass of dim fir, and others of luxuriant door which led into the garden stood flowers in wild variety; the tigeropen, I strolled out, and following flower and dahlia of every hue, with the direction of a terrace from whence all the rich gems that autumn scatters a fine view of woods and hills ex- in her train. tended, I came to a shaded walk of A steep descent, which art had limes, the coolness and beauty of taught to imitate the rugged wildness which invited me to go on. After of nature, promised to lead me to sauntering up this avenue, and ad- the beauties I contemplated at a miring the regularity of the long distance, and I abandoned myself to straight stems through which the sun its guidance in the pleasing uncergleamed, chequering the path with tainty of losing my way in this labyinterrupted light, while the high rinth of beauty. I was mistaken in branches far above murmured in the supposing I should reach the fairy wind from which their thickness shel- scene I wished to see nearer; for, tered me, I came to a rising ground, instead of that, I stood before a which, as I advanced, led me to a ruined arch overgrown with climbing rude flight of steps irregularly form- plants, beyond which, in a small ed in the hill side, and having climbed court surrounded by high broken them, I found myself on an elevated fragments of stone, an antique founspot crowned with tall trees of dif- tain was playing in the front of what ferent kinds, while below in a deep might be a cave' or grotto: I was hollow I was surprised by observing advancing when the sound of music a highly cultivated garden glowing arrested my steps, and listening attenwith

a profusion of flowers and flow- tively, I heard the following words, ering shrubs. Many paths branched accompanied with much taste by a off from this parterre, some planted guitar. with laurel, whose deep red, cherry

SONG.
There may be hope, though long removed,

And time may vanish'd joys restore;
But those fond moments when we loved

Are gone-and may return no more !
To some those joys renewid may be,
But never can revive for me!
Once what delight my soul has known

To dwell upon thy cherish'd name ;
I start to find that years have flown,

And see thee changed, myself the same.
The same as when unknown to care,

The same in sorrow-in despair ! The last words were interrupted now. I had rather not stay here by deep sighs, and I heard the sooth- they come to me so often, and I being voice of one of the twin sisters gin to grow terrified-make haste

“ Dear Amy (which name be- don't you see them now at the end of trayed to me the secret), why do you the cave?” “ See what, my dear sissing that song ? you know it always ter ?” said my friend. " The spirits makes you so melancholy; now do to be sure," was the answer ; "this is come in and see the picture ; it will their time to come, and if we go be finished to-day, and we must hear directly we shall miss them-come!” your opinion.” A deep low voice At these words they came out of answered, “ Aye, now ; let me go the grotto ; 1 intended to have re

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