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Dante.

Cary. Sappi ch'io son Bertram dal Bornio quelli

Know that I Chedie di al Giovanni i ma'conforti. Am Bertrand, he of Born who gave King

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John

The counsel mischievous. This is unreasonable enough, but it is still more provoking to find the same passage translated by Mr. Tarver himself in these precise words.

Sache que je suis Bertrand de Born, celui qui donna des conseils pervers au roi Jean. Know that I am Bertram of Born, he who gave evil counsel to King John. Mr. Tarver sums up his account of the merits of Mr. Cary's translation of Dante-which every body allows to be the best English translation existing of any Poet--in this indulgent fashion. « Les vers blancs que M. Cary a adoptés lui donnent certainement une grande altitude ; il s'est aussi debarassé de la difficulté de traduire par stances : malgré cela, il lui arrive dans quelques endroits d'être inexact,'et parfois d'être aussi obscur que l'auteur :" and he adds that, in spite of all the translations which have been made, up to his own, the Divine Comedy is as yet unknown; and that “il semble qu' Hercule ait planté ses colonnes À L'ENTRÉE DE LA DIVINE Comedie! C'est là que l'on s'arrête.” This new Hercules, of whom we have now shown a foot to our readers, has placed some other columns in the way, which are quite as likely to prevent any one from entering upon the Divine Comedy: and they are now qualified to judge ex pede what his head is made of.

Mr. Tarver has a peculiar taste in spelling French, and even condescends now and then to make some improvements upon the Italian. Among other instances, he gives us débarassé and dédomager for débarrasser and dédommager: Penine for Pennine, Calcas for Calchas, &c. The genitive DELL' Inferno is used for L'Inferno, and stands in large capitals in two parts of his book, rendered by L'Enfer--so that the printer is clearly innocent of the blunder.

So much for our notice of Mr. Tarver.

CLOTILDA OF KYNAST.

A SILESIAN LEGEND.

The castle wall is dark and tall,
And the rock be

ath is steep;
E'en to look over the castle wall,

Your curdled blood would creep.

The maiden, who dwelt within that wall,

() she was wondrous fair !
But of love she took no heed at all,

Of lovers she had no care.

Far better she loved with horse and hound

To rouse the forest deer;
Far better the wild horn's echoing sound,

Than love-lute, pleased her ear.
With many a knight and baron bold

She rode o'er mount and lea;
But whenever a lover's tale they told,
She said, “ it must not be."

“ It must not be, till a knight so free

Amid your band be found, That, boldly, for the love of me

He will ride yon rampart round.”

Now some were sick, and some were gone,

And some had lamed the steed; They dared not so much as think upon

That strange and ghastly deed.

But land is dearest to sea-toss'd men,

High fruits to the climbing boy; 'Tis a truth, repeated again and again,

That danger sweetens joy.

And some there were of the throng, who swore

Round the castle wall to ride :
Both men and steeds, they flounder'd o’er,

And in the deep cleft died.

At length there came a comely knight,

As e'er won woman's love;
His cheek was ruddy, his eye was bright,

And his brow swan-white above.

There ne'er was fiercer knight than he

In danger's desperate hour, Nor one so gallant and so free,

So mild, in lady's bower.

Clotilda's pride, like a morning mist,

Fled from his sunny glance;
And her heart was rapt, ere yet she wist,

In love's delicious trance.

And must be prove that perilous way,

To perish like the rest?
In vain she tried each fond delay,

For he proudly claim'd the test.

He mounted his steed, so light and free,

He stroked his arching mane ; “O sure be thy foot, my roan !” said he,

Or it never shall prance again!

“O

sure be thy foot, my gallant steed!

'Tis a narrow path, I trow; Thou hast ever been good in the time of need,

Thou hadst need be trusty now.”

He sprang on the wall—for a moment's space

He waver'd and hung in air-
O, you might read in Clotilda's face

The pale looks of despair!
Now balanced again, on paced the steed,

With cautious foot and light ;
He sat as still on his lofty steed,

As the moon on the vault of night.

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THE DRAMA.

THE WINTER AND SUMMER HOUSES.

The past month has been unusually lured by Caspar, the demon's friend, dull in the theatrical world, and has to visit the wolf's glen, and cast the been remarkable only for the closing magic balls, the lover is suffered of a summer house, and the opening to go singing his way through the of the two great winter houses. The three acts with the thorough no-purEnglish Opera, after a short season pose of a modern opera, while a of well-merited success, has closed drunken silly woodman (Keeley) is its doors, and given Mr. Stevenson a seduced to follow the life of bad lead. brief holiday from his box books. The scenery is fine, and the music The proprietor has, during the sum-spiritedly executed, but the whole mer, made great exertions for the interest of the piece is, in our opi. promotion of the public amusement, nion, jarred by the injudicious and and has been unsparing in the expen- unnecessary alteration we have menditure of money to that end. He tioned. Miss Paton is the lady that will have the solid gratification of plays Agnes or Bertha;, and Mr. finding himself well indemnified for Bennett maintains his old plumber his labour and liberality, by the re- work with his accustomed energy, turns of a rare season, and the sense Drury Lane has opened with a bill of having fairly and truly advanced of great promise, though at present the character of his theatre. The of very indifferent performance. A production of such music as that new melo drama, founded on that which characterizes the wild and rich Arabian story, The Enchanted original opera of Der Freischütz, was Horse, is advertised as coming forth, a courageous and hazardous under- and will, perhaps, have been protaking; but, at the same time, it was duced, ere our present number apone which well became a National pears, in which that rider of riders, Opera House to dare. Its success Ducrow, is “ to witch the world with has been, indeed, singularly distin- noble horsemanship.” There is a guished ; and, for once, the old pro- list of gentlemen and ladies inserted verb of «

as the old cock crows, so as the company in the large bills on crows the young one has been res the sheep's backs about town, long versed; for the two old cocks, Drury enough to furnish a regiment of local Lane and Covent Garden, have taken militia. Mr. Elliston engages to up the note of the cockling, and are produce Der Freischütz, and will, no content or to follow.” At Covent doubt, melt down the old safety cisGarden, the German opera has been tern at the top of the house, rather got up with much pains, and doubt, than not follow the example of so less at great cost ; but in order to judicious a manager as Mr. Arnold. avoid a too servile imitation of the The Haymarket Theatre still drags piece at the English Opera House, on a sickly summer season, in despite several alterations have been made in of Mr. Elliston's stud, and the Covent the characters and situations, not at Garden bullets. It has tried old coall advantageous to the strange and medies and new comedies, old farces dreary interest which hung over the and new farces; Madame Vestris's one in which Braham sang. Some ankłe, and Mr. Liston's face; Dowof the faulty incidents of the German ton's chuckle, and Miss Kelly's nadrama have been rigidly and unfor- tural humour; but still the poor pit tunately adhered to, to the great in- benches have several bald places jury of the finest scene in the opera, nightly, which it is heart-breaking to the incantation scene. The character see. The summer must, indeed, of the lover of the huntsman's daugh- have been a profitless one here, and ter (very well and boldly acted, and putting a large stake upon the last sung by Mr. Pearman) is at Covent hazard of the die, the gamester's old Garden despoiled of all its wildness and fatal trick, is not likely to bring and enchantment; for instead of being back a manager's losses. Mr. Dow

ton, Miss Kelly, and several other of the jeweller, as Hamlet Prince of our best performers, have been re Denmark. He has the oddest mantained at this late time, to make a ner of managing his voice and action season successful. The proprietor that can be conceived ; and, until he had better look to another year for chooses to steady himself into someindemnification for the past. A Mr. thing intelligible, we shall refrain Hamblin has been enacting Hamlet from pronouncing our opinion of his with tolerable success for one night; talents as a tragedian. but at present he is as like Hamlet

FRANCE

SKETCH OF FOREIGN LITERATURE.

self treated with injustice, produces The Drama.-Notwithstanding the an excellent effect; and the scene, temporary closing of the theatres, on where the old soldier, who served account of the illness and death of with Bayard, and was present at the the late King, not only several small death of that hero, relates the cire pieces have been brought out, but a cumstances attending it, with the regular comedy and tragedy, in five last words that he addressed to the acts, and in verse. The tragedy is constable of Bourbon, who fought in taken from the history of France, and the enemy's ranks, is extremely strikthe subject is the death of Marshal ing from the similarity between the Biron, condemned for a conspiracy constable and Biron himself. Anoagainst the State, having actually en- ther character of the author's inventered into engagements with Spain and tion is Edmond, the son of Biron, Savoy, for the purpose of dismember which he has turned to advantage. ing France. The history is so recent, It may be objected as a fault that the and so well known in the minutest author makes Henry IV.visit Biron in particulars, that though it may prison after his sentence has been contain good materials for a tragedy, passed and made known to him. it presents a host of difficulties, es- What can be the object of this visit? pecially to a French writer bound Is it to induce him to an act of redown by the unities. Om this head pentance, to own his accomplices, no reproach can be made to the au- and on this condition, to offer him thor. He had laid the scene in the his pardon? But the author should Bastille, where the Marshal is con- have recollected that the bare prefined, while his trial is preparing. sence of the sovereign, after condemAs he has been obliged to renounce nation, brings pardon with it. Two the resources which the subject of- pathetic scenes, the first, between fered, it was of course necessary to Biron and his wife; the second, bem find others, and to create some cha- tween him and his son, from whom racters, to assist him in getting he hurries away, to go to meet through five acts, which cannot be his punishment, conclude the piece. filled up with nothing. In this he has In this last scene we learn the noble shown considerable skill. One of the conduct of Edmond, who, having been officers placed over the prisoners is an sent by his father to join the reold man almost a hundred years of bels in arms for him, has recalled age, who has fought under five them to a sense of their duty to their kings, and who, though he has been sovereign. But Edmond, a mere but indifferently recompensed for his boy of 14 or 15, is too young to take services, is a model of fidelity to his such a resolution; and how can it be sovereign. The contrast between the imagined that a mob in insurrection serenity and content of this veteran, would be influenced by a child, rewho finds his reward in the con- fusing the assistance they are going sciousness of having done his duty, to give his father? The piece was and the insatiable and restless am- very well received, but the author bition of Biron, who, loaded with declined making himself known. honours and favours, still thinks him Le Mari à bonnes fortunes, by M.

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