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tired before they perceived me, but In short they were privately marwas too late, and finding I was dis- ried, and soon after her husband recovered I joined them, when my ceived orders to accompany his regiyoung acquaintance, with some em ment to India ! This was a severe barrassment, introduced her eldest announcement to the lovers, but sister, Mrs. The latter re- they had no alternative but to part ceived my salutations without any with tears and mutual vows, still remarks of confusion, or any of that solving to conceal their marriage till wildness I had been so much startled better fortune should smile on him. at in her conversation.
Her sorrow, which she found it imdressed in deep mourning, a long possible to hide, in a little time bewhite veil was wound round her head trayed her secret to her mother; and, in rather a fantastic manner, and her contrary to the expectations the beautiful light auburn tresses escaped fears of the lovers had conjured up, from it; she was very pale and deli- the news was not only calmly recately fair, which was more remark- ceived, but her father, in his anxiety able from the contrast formed by her for the happiness of his beloved large, full, hazel eyes, shaded by child, immediately set preparations dark lashes, that gave them the effect on foot for her joining her husband. of deep black; her face altogether All was arranged, and she embarked was one, such as Guido loved to re- —she reached the Cape, and beheld present, and its extreme pensive the tomb of him whom she sought! beauty quite charmed me.
he had been seized with a fever her frequently afterwards, but she which had carried him off in a few never spoke, and I regarded her as a days. She returned broken-hearted lovely vision. Her story I heard to her parents, and when her son was lately from an old woman, who had born, his mother had no longer power formerly been a domestic of the fa- to welcome her child; her intellect mily. It is strange how linked toge- became deranged ; and, though by ther are almost all the beings in the degrees she partially recovered from world, from what apparently oppo- that affliction, deep fits of melansite sources information is drawn. choly frequently visited her mind,
She had at a very early period of and rendered her incapable of joining her life formed an attachment to a in society. Her mother's blindness young man, her senior only by a few and the loss of her infant increased years, who being entirely without her sorrows and her malady. She fortune, and in the army--a circum was extremely gentle and fearful in stance which she knew would be a the extreme-no violence was to be great obstacle with her family, had dreaded from her—she excited the little chance of obtaining the consent tenderest compassion, but no feeling of her friends to their union. He of terror: her frequent theme was was handsome, agreeable, and de- that chosen in the song I heard, voted; he wrote the most exquisite namely, complaint of the inconstancy verses, at least she could not but of some cherished object—such is the think so, for she inspired them; they inconsistency of madness; so does it were both young and imprudent, and add bitterness to grief by imaginary thought
wrongs—for her love Quando un alma è all' altra unita
- he had the truest heart. Qual piacer un cor risente!
Oh! he was heavenly true,
# When hearts are link'd in one soft chain,
All joy the moments move,
That is not pass'd in love !-P. P.
I may not sing of love to thee,
To bind thee to my misery.
Thy truth too like an angel's truth-
The soul that is so lonely now, Nor bid thee think that happiness
Will warm my heart and ray my brow. Oh! no; I feel that bliss can ne'er
In this cold world again be mine: I would not wed thee to despairI would not wound a heart like thine ;-.
3. I would not give those eyes a tear,
I would not wrong their smiling light, Nor make that breast the seat of fear,
Nor promise hope, and scatter blight I would not let one pang be given,
To sere thy mind or dim thy charms, For all that earth, for all that heaven, Contain within their giant arms.
4. Life is for thee a cloudless scene
A summer scene where thou may'st stray O'er sunny hills and valleys green,
Beneath the light of pleasure's ray. I will not as thou journey'st forth
Hang like a cloud thy path above; Nor as the rude and cruel North Breathe o'er thy soul my with’ring love.
5. Thou shalt not fall beneath the blast
That pours its deadliest wrath on me,
And glide into eternity,
As autumn's sunset--summer's calm,
8. I will not deem thy smile less sweet
When it shall beam no more on me, Nor think that others use deceit,
Who tell their hopes and love to thee. And when some other youth shall gain
Thy spotless heart I'll ne'er repine, But joy that one I loved in vain
Has found a happier breast than mine.
THE FINDING OF MOSES.
CONSIDERING the Scriptures mere may perhaps be said, that in it the ly in a literary point of view, and boldness, the mental audacity which without any reference to their divine always characterizes a true genius object,—the leading of our minds to for the sublime, has here reached its virtue, and thenceforward to happi- utmost limit,-if in one phrase it has ness,-it is beyond doubt that they not even transgressed it. The excontain more sublime, more trans- pression, “hast thou clothed his cendently sublime passages, more
neck with thunder?” i. e. with a beautiful, more exquisitely beautiful sound, though authenticated by Gray verses, than are to be met with in any in his Progress of Poesy,* is perhaps profane work. Whilst I was yet too vague a metaphor to be distinctly but young in criticism, it was my apprehended,—if indeed it be anyhabit to memorize” in a book of thing more than a mere euphonous tablets such phrases as particularly; collection of syllables which captistruck me by their vigour or elegance vates the ear. I am far from wishin the course of my desultory read-' ing to reduce poetry to logic, or to ing. On looking over the earliest of try it by the rules of that art; but it these juvenile records, some days certainly should be always reducible ago, I found the two following ex- to sense, and be always conformable tracts placed in the van, as exempli- to the standard of reason. I do not fying what I then considered to be even require that the rationale of a the chef d'auvre of sublime and poetical expression should be always beautiful composition, respectively. definable in words; because the With a judgment (such as it is), power of words is not sufficiently somewhat more matured, and a course flexible, and cannot always reach of study somewhat more extended, the subtlety of thought. Words are I do not know that I could now se fixed and unchangeable in their lect a finer specimen of either kind. meaning; thought is indefinitely moThey are as follow:
difiable; its different shades must Hast thou given the horse strength? hast of words, and its various forms be
therefore frequently elude the grasp thou clothed his neck with thunder ?
often too delicate for the rude hand Canst thou make him afraid as a grass of language to seize without crushhopper? the glory of his nostrils is terri. ble.
ing. But I certainly require that the He pawth in the valley, and rejoiceth rationale of every poetical expression in his strength! he goeth on to meet the should be apprehensible by the reaarmed men.
der, i. e. should be mentally expliHe mocketh at fear, and is not affright- cable to himself. If it fulfils this coned; neither turneth "he back from the dition, no more is necessary; but sword.
if it does not, if it affords the reader The quiver rattleth against him, the
no distinguishable (not definable) obglittering spear and the shield.
He swalloweth the ground in fierce-ject of contemplation, it is to all ness and rage: neither believeth he that it
intents and purposes without meanis the sound of the trumpet.
ing, that is, it is non-sense. He saith among the trumpets, Ha! ha! member once repeating, with all the and he smelleth the battle afar off, the enthusiasm of youthful admiration, thunder of the captains, and the shouting. the above description of the war
Job, chap. xxxix. horse in Job, to a friend who is more Consider the lilies of the field how they of a mathematician, and less of a grow: they toil not, neither do they spin ; “ poet," than I am. He immedia
And yet I say unto you, That even So- ately demanded of me what was lomon in all his glory was not arrayed like meant by “ clothing a horse's neck one of these.
St. Matthezo, chap. vi. with a sound?” I was puzzled, but Of the first of these quotations it I would not confess 'it. I was * Speaking of the horses of Pindar, he says,
With necks in thunder clothed, and long resounding pace. Nov. 1824.
ashamed to acknowledge that I had may probably change their creed, or been carried over the sentence by its become somewhat more liberal when mere euphony,- though, perhaps, they reflect upon this undeniable there was no good reason why I truth which I have just asserted. So should have been ashamed. Had delicate a judgment does it require my friend possessed much suscepti- exactly to determine that bound bility of ear for the music of poetry, which the “ vaulting, ambition” of a the grandeur of the phrase he ob- poet's mind cannot overleap without jected to would have entranced his an offence to good sense or good mind, and for the moment made him taste, that no author who has ever incapable of looking further. But dared to ascend « the brightest heaas my ear grew familiar with the ven of invention ” can be found who euphony of the above expression, and has always sustained himself in that was sated with it, I should naturally high medium with perfect steadiness. have sought out its other merits, its He is either lost in the clouds by intellectual supply of gratification. some extravagant reach at loftier I have often done this; often repeat- points, or "plumb down he drops" ed the phrase with a hope that its in some awkward attempt at original meaning would, as it were, lighten excursions. It is to this nodding over my mind, which is all that I re- judgment that we owe such images quire; but after many trials, I am as—" legs like pillars of marble,” inclined to think that the sound of
“ eyes like the fish pools of Heshbon," the syllables is the only merit they a “ nose like the tower of Lebanon," possess. There is a passage in Mil- &c. &c. in the Song of Solomon; it ton's Comus, which similarly, though is to this that we are to trace Shaknot in the same degree, tantalizes the speare's ridiculous bombastics, and intellectual apprehension of a reader, Milton's occasional incomprehensigratifying his ear as this does. Where bilities. It is to the want of this the poet speaks of music that did nice faculty of discriminating between Float upon the wings
imagery or sentiment, purely and Of silence, through the empty-vaulted impurely sublime, that we must at
tribute the errors of the German and night, At every fall smoothing the raven down
French schools of composition. The Of darkness till it smiled.
former cannot perceive the distinc
tion between sublime and grotesque The image were palpable if it had imagery, nor the latter that between been light which smoothed the raven sublime and inflated sentiment. When down of darkness till it smiled; but the war-horse in Job is described as I confess myself unable clearly to ap- saying.“ among the trumpets, ha! prehend how such a visible quality ha!” the poet, I conceive, has gone can, even figuratively, be attributed the very uttermost length that any to sound. If it be merely meant that poet could go with impunity. One music made even the gloom of night step farther, and he would have inepleasant, this indeed is plain enough; vitably incurred ridicule. What led but such fine words cannot have so him to the brink of this precipice, ordinary a sense.
where another step would have been There is, however, in the preceding destruction ?-his imagination, which extract from Job, enough of remain- gloried in snatching a wreath from off ing and unequivocal sublimity to that pinnacle where a less sublime challenge admiration. Its merits have genius would have feared to tread. been illustrated in a paper of the What withheld him at the extremest Guardian, to which I refer my reader, limit of safety? - his judgment, which if indeed he requires any assistance told him that so far he could go, but in appreciating them. To the above no farther. And this in poetry is the remark on one phrase of this extract peculiar province of judgment,- to I will merely subjoin another on the restrain the transgressions of a roving last verse.
There are two perilous imagination, to chastise the insolence extremes to which sublimity is al- of an over-peering fancy. Hence if ways verging: the unintelligible and a daring imagination be essential to the ridiculous. Those who are indis- the constitution of a supreme poet, posed to concede the faculty of judg- is not a refined judgment also indisment in any great degree to any poet pensable? How therefore can we
conclude that judgment and the poetic tended, the writer of the book of faculty are inconsistent?*
Job. The pervading spirit of that It is not now my intention to enter poem (deservedly so called) is darupon the consideration of Scriptural ing, arrogant, high-reaching sublimisublimity in its full extent; but ty. The style of the great legislator whilst I relinquish this subject for of the Jews is, both with respect to the present, I cannot help asking my sentiment and phraseology, simple reader if the habit of repeating the even to homeliness, equable, and unPsalms by rote has prevented him ambitious. Sublimity, though always from noticing the tremendous energy purest when couched in the simplest of a passage which he must have language, springs from a double frequently read with his outward eye. 'fountain : with simplicity of diction Thy feet shall be dipped in the blood of
a compatible grandeur of sentiment thine enemies, and the tongues of the dogs There is little of this latter quality in
must unite to form the true sublime. shall be red with the same.
the books of the Pentateuch. That There is something terrible in instance which occurs in the first the vindictive sublimity of this threat, chapter, and upon which so much from which a modern imagination needless eloquence has been spent, is would shrink, however audacious. what may be called involuntary subNo one but a servant of Omnipo- limity. An historian of that simple tence would dare to utter such a age relating such a magnificent fact menace; no enemies but those of the as the creation of the world could most High could deserve such a not well have avoided being sublime. fierce anathema to be hurled against The fact in itself and independent of them. Another passage in the pri- the historian was sublime: the simvate letters of a celebrated individual ple relation of it must be so too; and of our own age and country has the relation of it by an historian of always impressed me with a sensa that age must have been simple. tion of indescribable awe when I Hence are the three first verses of thought of it:
Genesis necessarily sublime.
The As to you, it is clearly my opinion, same may be said of the description that you have nothing to fear from the of the Flood, the passage of the Red Duke of Bedford. I reserve some things Sea, and others. This sacred author expressly to awe him, in case he should and parent of all authors seldom goes think of bringing you before the House of out of his way to be sublime. He is Lords. I am sure I can threaten him pri- everywhere simple, concise; often vately with such a storm, as would make homely, and jejune.
Less of an him tremble cven in his grave.
orator than an historian, less of an The author of these letters (who- historian than a chronicler. But ever he may have been) was a man though a writer so meek in his literaof the most energetic powers of ry aspirations that he rather admits mind; but they were nevertheless than introduces the sublime ; of so unequal to the above passage. It is didactic a mind that he rarely detaken, word for wor from the viates from the straight forward road Scriptures. Before I detected this, of narrative into the pleasure grounds I had admired the genius which in- of description or embellishment; yet vented such a powerful expression; neither the modesty of his style nor I now only admire the taste which the brevity of his manner has preselected it.
vented him leaving us a specimen of My having accidentally adverted the beautiful, one of the most perfect to the book of Job will serve to in- on record. It is indeed but a dimitroduce the subject upon which alone nutive though an invaluable gem. I at first intended to speak. There Like a solitary snow-drop, it endeaare one or two fine passages in those vours to escape observation_amidst parts of the Sacred Writings known the waste in which it smiles. Though as the work of Moses; but I can- its beauty be of the most attractive not think he was, as has been con- kind when laid open to view, the
Locke's definition of wit is just as applicable to poetry and a pleasant” prose so as it be metaphorical, whether witty or not, as to that which he meant to define. And his arguments go as well to prove judgment and poetry incompatible, as judgment and wit.