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No !_swift to the conflict her herocs forth Or peace to man, or judgments dire, fiew
Stranger of Heaven ! I bid thee hail ! Undaunted by numbers-their Leader Where hast thou roam'd these thousand they knew !
years? Impatient, from ocean they darted on Why sought those polar paths again ? shore,
From wildnerness of glowing spheres Where the boast of vain Gaul was re-cehoed To fling thy vesture
To fling thy vesture o'er the Wain ? no more,
And when thou climbs't the milky wayAs she shrunk from bright honour, the
And vanishest from human view, badge of the brave!
A thousand worlds shall hail thy ray Alas! for bright Honour !_it falls while Through wilds of yon empyreal blue ! it shines !
Oh! on thy rapid prow to glide ! It drops, while proud Vict'ry her chaplet To sail the boundless skies with thee ! entwines,
And plow the twinkling stars aside, Unfett on the brow where the laurels
Like foam-bells on a tranquil sea ; should bloom !
To brush the embers from the sun, Ungilded with trophies--neglected by
The icicles from off the pole; power,
Then far to other systems run, Obscured by mean rulers in party's mean hour,
Where other moons and planets roll. Unrewarded it sleeps on Corunna's bleak Stranger of Heaven ! O let thine eye shore,
Smile on a wild enthusiast's dream; Where Valour stern points where her much Eccentric as thy course on high, injured MOORE
And airy as thine ambient beam. From the vanquished alone * gains a And long, long may thy silver ray wreath to his tomb !
Our northern vault at eve adorn ;
Light the grey portals of the morn.
REMARKS ON THE DESSERT: BY THE A Night Piece.—(By James Hogg.) +
AUTHOR OF THE BANQUET.
This author we suppose to be new. Steals soft o'er Teviot's mountains green,
ly broke loose from the shackles of his To sleep embalmed in midnight dew.
alma mater, and, like the bird which All hail ye hills, whose lowering height
our universal Shakespeare somewhere Like shadows scoops the yielding sky!
mentions as typical of premature taAnd thou, mysterious guest of night,
lent, has run away with the shiell upon Dread traveller of immensity !
his head. This shell, to continue the Stranger of Heaven! I bid thee hail ! metaphor, consists of fragments of the Slued from the pall of glory riven,
learned languages, “ neither rich or That flashest in celestial gale,
rare,” but of sufficient power to stagBroad pennon of the King of Heaven ! ger and bewilder the unlearned readArt thou the flag of woe ard death, er by their frequency and obscurity.
From angel's ensign-staff unfurld ? This fault, however, may be forgiven 'Art thou the standard of his wrath, for its rarity. Pedantry seems to bear
Wav'd o'er a sordid, sintul world ? the same relation to learning, that suYo, from thy pure pellucid beam,
perstition does · to religion. It is a That erst o'er plains of Bethle'ın shone, kind of shadow, or what our author No latent evil we can deem,
would rather call adumbration, which, Fair herald from th' eternal throne ! if it does not always prove the subWhate'er portends thy front of fire, stance true, reminds us of it very forThy streaming locks, so lovely pale, cibly. The analogy is still closer, in
so far as a studied avoidance of pedan* A small monument erected by Soult, try is often followed by a relaxation the French general, to the memory of in the pursuits of learning, as a great Moore, at Corunna.
fear of being supposed superstitious, + Our friend Mr Hogg must be a pro
or accused of bigotry, leads insensibly phet or magician, no less than a poet. He
(in common minds at least) to lukesent us this elegant little poem too late for our last Number. The delay has given
warmness in the most important of all time for a comet to start up at his incanta
concerns. There is no deficiency of tion. There is a sacred sublimity in the talent in this little production, but conception of the fifth stanza, that we may, with considerable vigour of thought, perhaps, be now gazing at the same star there is so much labour bestowed on which appeared at the birth of our Saviour. it, that it reminds one of Mercutio's
description of love," O heavy light- Though when his orb, retiring through the ness, serious vanity.” This sort of west, elegant trifling seems not very con. Leaves languid Nature to her balmy rest, sonant to our insular genius." Prior He finds your rebel lights his day prohas succeeded in some instances, and ,
long Pope's Rape of the Lock is admirable
With mirth and revelry, and dance and in its kind, but has had no worthy
song ; successor. The writer before us, whom
While blind Intemperance, feverish and
adust, we presume to be a very young one, Pours in each dish distaste, disease, disseems desirous to unite two very discordant kinds of excellence; the Mad Luxury fills the reason-quelling bowl, learned and witty burlesque of Hudi- And in its fiery gulf dissolves the soul. bras, and the playful ease and graceful
pp. 1, 2. gaiety of Pope. These, however, are styles utterly incompatible. He has The author goes on describing, in made the mistake of a school-boy some nervous and pointed verses, the about to fly his kite, who loads it so excess of luxurious indulgence, folheavily, that it refuses to mount. lowed by the contrasted hardships that But the blemishes and the merits of a pedestrian traveller crossing pathless this singular poem will be best under wilds, and lodging in a sheep cot, stood by specimens of each.
might be exposed to with advantage, It is but candid to begin with some of as giving a more poignant relish to the lines which are least encumbered the banquet, and more elegant deliwith those ponderous ornaments, pre- cacies of home on his return. He mising, however, that there is a curious next bids us infelicity in his narrative which leaves « Hear on this head the language of a much for conjecture. In a philippica
friend." gainst luxury, in which he very justly points out, in language rather strong Now, whether this be the detail of than elegant, the advantages ofoccasion- sufferings and wanderings given to the al fatigue and hard living, to give a more author by a friend who had become, poignant relish to subsequent ease and as he says, “ A volunteer par force,” enjoyment, there is something of a or whether our poet was himself the story illustrative of the sufferings of a hero of his own tale, and entitles himmilitary wanderer, obscurely begun self our friend, from giving us this and abruptly concluded, yet not with warning against similar imprudence, out merit, and free from the cum is hard to say, from the inartificial brous ornaments which puzzle and em- manner in which it is introduced. It barrass the unlearned reader through is told, however, with spirit, and there the progress of the poem. The fol- is in this, and indeed in the whole, an lowing lines, which introduce the air of originality one does not often little narrative, have both strength meet with in the beaten track of and ease, and are a specimen of the poetry. author's best manner.
In that dark period, those atrocious times, Oye, for whom, or Inigo or Wren, When civil Frenchmen fell by civil crimes; Adams or Gibbs, I care not who nor when, When Rapine brooded o'er an impious Has hung aloft the swelling cove in air, .
race, And bid chose fluted shafts support it there, And hatch'd dismay, disaster, and disWhile Echo lodg'd within the vaulted grace ; round,
Around, tricoloured plumes, would Discord Tells where the noisy steps of Grandeur .fling sound,
And scatter seeds of horror from her wing.-Ye on the fretted couch that silks inclose, Some high-born souls to Freedom's coWho stretch your limbs in indolent repose, lours true, On whose depictur'a blinds the intrusive ray Wav'd in their crest the independent blue; Peeps trembling in, and hesitates to play, Some prostrate laid, in Honour's sanguine Lest with unmannerly reproof it seem
bed, To chide the lingering sloth of matin Found their light boast, a feather dipt in
red; Ye whom the scorching sun unblushing While those whose nerves, unfitted for the sees,
fight, Scalding your tasteless tongues with ner. Bore, emblem of their fear, the sickly rous teas;
Scar'd in these days, by menace and re- The shatter'd cruse ran o'er below the proof,
brim ; I quitted, first, my dear paternal roof :- The tatter'd blanket cool'd the shivering 'Tis said that scalds are cur'd by scorch- limb; ing heat,
From smothering faggots, in the chimney, And those by scorpions bit must scorpions broke eat :
No fire, no flame-exuberance of smoke ; From terror thus, in arms, my sole re. While hummings from disjointed panes insource,
vited And I became a volunteer par force ; To piece our slumbers often disunited. The barbarous musket o'er my shoulder The ragged regiments loud music more, threw,
Whose nasal trumpets sounded on the Which, thanks to Heaven, no fellow.crea floor. ture slew ;
Such the strong stimuli the hero goad, The bursting knapsack round my neck | And such to Fame the military road. slung,
Our road towards a different frontier Where all this world's dependencies I came, hung.-
And through Jarnac as far as Angoulemc. I went, and wearily I pac'd along How many in life's journey are perplext The hoof worn track, iny fainting com. To tell, one evening, where they lodge the rades throng.
next! The soleless shoe on crippled feet they My heaven-directed steps, unknown, I bind,
A female friend-good madam, how you
The sun begins the purple vale to tinge : Our hostelry some lone deserted hut, Oblique he shoots his farewell look and
Though white our curdled drink, our bread parts ; · like soot:
Ker radiant orb a glance more cheering
So beams the moon, by feecy clouds half
Whose darkling edge contrasts the silver
: On some lone wand'rer, as she sheds her The chains that link'd society we burst :
Authority legitimate, and treason. And lock'd from sight his bottle and his Her means she husbanded, though through bride.
her reign By strict municipal arrangements fed, No husband shar'd, nor aw'd her fair do. And three oft billeted in one spare bed.
main : The chequer'd white-wash and ungarnish'd No lordly spouse she owned-yet had a
head Confess'd the hand of wretchedness could That saved itself and her-when others bled. scrawl:
From my worn arm, the iron arm I threw, The warrior chairs repair’d with oaken pegs, And to her open arms enraptur’d flew : Their fractur'd arms and splinter'd wooden Her tender hands around my neck supply legs;
My wallet's bands--a more endearing tye!
Yes, she receives me with unfeign'd re. sia addressed to his cook, the Sieur gards,
Noel. How important a person this And straight ordains (the pride of poultry artist was to the royal epicure, (not to pards!)
say glutton,) any one who has read Two full-fledged chickens of the Bantam
Zimmerman s account of his medical breed,
attendance on the last days of the great On blazing altars shall profusely bleed; Their varying breast, seat of their guiltless
Frederick may understand. To see a lores,
human being burdened with disease, And glossy vest, might vie with Venus'
and drawing near the awful confines doves:
of that eternity from which he wished Their coats how chang'd! how temptingly to shrink into mere oblivion, defeatthey dress!
ing all the efforts of his physicians to To shame the birds of Brittany and Bresse ! soften his misery by gross and for 0! what a glorious treat to eyes like mine, bidden indulgence in extravagant By hunger taught, and thankfulpess to quantities of high seasoned and indishine!
gestible food, though the excessive Done to a turn, such mighty pains they pains that he suffered in consequence took,
forced him, in three hours after these I never met so excellent a cook! Fatigue and trouble in a trice forgot ;
interdicted meats, to have recourse to My heart had fail'd me,-but my stomach
the most powerful aperient medicines, not.
is indeed melancholy. This curious Abundance on the board, the viands places, narrative of Zimmerman's is of unAnd what Good-humour carves, Politeness doubted authority, being published
immediately after the king's death, A vine, preferred for our immediate use, when there were many eye-witnesses To far-fam'd Formian or Falernian juice, of all that passed, very ready to correct Drawn by my hostess from a secret stoop, any mis-statements. The good proForbids our spirits, in despair, to droop.- fessor means neither satire nor ridiThe mantling bumpers to her health we cule by the plain detail given of the
fin, With glowing fumes the fine medulla thrill,
remedies he prescribed, and the conThen through the nice alembic of the brain
duct of his patient. So far otherwise, Descend in drops—of gratitude again,
that he appears to have approached And sensibility, with glist'ning eye,
him with a kind of blind adoration, Repays the feast of Hospitality
and a most entire conviction that the Such is of contrast the bewitching fruit, king could do no wrong. He gives Now well recruited—but no more recruit the most revolting and disgusting inI rise a hero-to the skies I soar,
stances of this same king's propensity Aad batteries of grape affright no more! to indulge his appetite, conceal that
pp. 5-13. indulgence from his medical attendThere is, to be sure, some quaint
ants, and then insult them with bruness here, and the hospitable lady ap
tal coarseness, imputing to their ignopears in a somewhat questionable
rance or mismanagement, the conse
quence of his own sordid indulgence. form. We should hear either more or less about her, before we could de
At some other time we shall entercide whether her intents were wicked
tain our readers with a few extracts or charitable. We, however, are in
from this curious narrative, in which clined to be charitable, and suppose
the devoted humility and simplicity the lady, his countrywoman, receiving
of the philosophical and pious Doctor him with all the cordiality of mere
is finely contrasted with the tyrannical friendly kindness. The transition
caprice of the dying epicure,--who, from this story to the dessert is as a
moreover, died and made no sign. brupt as may be, and here the faults
In the meantime, we shall insert the
lines which celebrate his celebration of (juvenile faults we hope) of our poet's style appear in full magnitude, and he
the redoubted Sieur Noel. becomes so ultra-classical, that, on
'Twas thus that he to latest times be. many occasions, “the line too labours,
queath'd, and the words move slow," burdened
He, round whose front the bays and paras they are with sounds of no familiar
That rhym'd eulogium of the Sieur Noel, use, or ready pronunciation. .
The maitre, pride, and pearl of his hotel. There are a few easy sprightly lines Illustrious hand, that with unerring art, free of this 'chiaro-scuro, referring to The bolt of war or salire's shaft could an ode which it seems the King of Prusa dart ;
Despotic arbiter of Prussia's fate,
The deities of classic fiction, and all Or with the chopper or the sword of state ! the shadowy tribes attendant on their Odes are in kitchens not so much requir'd, state, have long since shrunk even But this, by Potsdam sophs was much ad. from their airy habitation in modern mir'd.
poetry, before the stern rebuke of To cooks no more, sage monarchs tune
e Johnson. We are more surprised their strings, The race extinct of warrior-poet-kings :
than sorry to meet our old college acWhen shall our longing eyes behold again
behold acain quaintance under material forms at
qua Sway'd by one hand the sceptre, steel, and this fanciful repast, and can easily
p. 15. imagine their gratitude for being onee
more brought into notice even in this Now, having done justice to some
ne furtive manner, to borrow an expresof his happier efforts, we shall in
sion from our bard thus exemplified, stance some lines, that, if they do not " require a comment, will, at least, even “ Forbear, nor maladroitly sip in this all-educating age, make young A furtive kiss from Chloe's pouting lip." ladies at pause for explanation -- In a long and sometimes happy e« Le in this fine coagulated lymph, nough description of the effects of coWhich draws the eye of each admiring loured crystal, we find the following nymph."
lines: I do not know that many of these ad
What scintillating streams of light illume, miring nymphs would recognise their
And with their vivid pencils tint the room ! old acquaintance Cheese under this The omphaloptic stud, -cerulean cup, name, or, if they should, I am not Where Jove from Ganimede might nectar sure that it would engross much of their admiration amidst the display of Diaphanous decanter, &c.
p. 23. far fetched and highly decorated viands that adorn The Dessert. The two Then we have a most erudite detail of following lines throw a dubious light
lined throw a dühous light various wines, whose effect is thus over this same lymph.
hinted at. “ Tumultuous myriads rush upon the
Unseen they pass the vitreous canal,
But on the throat the effect is magical: sight, A mighty nation not a mouthful quite." Albano, Draagenstein, Pontac and all,
The boasted sap of Bætica and Gaul. -The ornaments of the Dessert are Be your own butler, and with patent key thus described :
Your Pachierotti keep, ard Cante-perdrix. Amours of Sapphio, Werter, Abelard ;
p. 25. Of Ovid, of Propertius, and Tibullus, This needless parade of learning, and Candied and clarifi'd the sweet Catullus ; the conflicting powers of mind graspGroup'd with Lestrygones the Laocoon, ing, as we have mentioned before, at Phyllis, her almond-tree and Demophoon, objects incompatible with each other. A coal-brown Proserpine and black Co.
throw an air of indistinctness and laronis,
bour over the whole. Hoary with frost young Cycnus and Ado
Where something of great importHere Asia's florid birds, her ape and mon- ance or deep interest is to be unfoldkey,
ed in poetry, the power of the subject And there Silenus on unsaddled donkey: illuminates the style in which it is Astride Bucephalus, young Ammon enters conveyed. Our attention is kept up, With sirens, clephants, and hippocentaurs. and our expectation excited by the
pp. 18, 19. events or characters, and we unconThen we have
sciously make exertions to penetrate
obscurity, or disentangle perplexity, The citron's smooth, the pine's hirsuter
that we should never have thought of coat ;
where a lighter theme produced a less and afterwards,
eager and serious interest. A song or
a light ludicrous or playful satire must Yes, come, Lyæus, leave thy lucid rills, Thy ivy borders and vindemial hills;
have nothing involved or perplexed, Come seat thee here in presidential chair,' every sentence must have point, neatOn stain'd morocco and elastic hair: ness, and ease, and the meaning must Come share the heat of our carbonic fire, be obvious at the first glance. And with true warmth thy votaries inspire, No one thinks it worth while to &c.
p. 22, ponder and pause over trifles whose