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We have long wished for a proper opportunity to write an Essay on Epic Poetry-and here is one; while, unluckily, deuce an idea will rise up in the dark interior of our pericranium. The truth is, we have read Mr Atherstone till we have become almost-you would not believe us, did we say wholly-as stupid as himself; and how stupid that is, you perhaps partly may know, by reading either this Article or the Fall of Nineveh. Whether Christopher North or Edwin Atherstone is at this hour the stupider individual, it would be highly presumptuous in us to affirm positively; but we may venture to hint that the advantage lies rather on our side, and that the effect is greater than could be explained on philosophical principles-greater even than its cause. To speak more precisely, our stupidity, viewed as an effect of him the cause, leaves the author of its existence so much in the background, that it becomes difficult to affiliate it upon Mr Atherstone; and yet as certainly as that the sun is not now clear at noonday, he is the parent at whose door our stupidity must be laid; and if he have any bowels, he will treat kindly this his Crying Sin.

We feel as if the perusal of this

poem had effected a startling change on our mental constitution. Stupid enough for common occasions we had often been before that perusal, as all our readers will cheerfully allow; but since that perusal our stupidity has not only assumed a more settled aspect, but a far firmer form, and, we verily believe, a more determined character. That which was, in other days, transient as a cloud, is now permanent as a hill-top. Our stupidity, like that of the other patient's, is no less chronic than acute; so the world must not wonder, if in a few years, say half a century, Blackwood's Magazine should become, in sheer stupidity, not far inferior to the last number of the Monthly Review-a periodical which, under its present very skilful management, it is interesting to see keeping just below that degree of stupidity, above which it was proved-by the death of the Critical that nothing mortal can breathe, any more than a frog in an air-exhausted receiver.

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Yet though, in our présent paroxysm, unfit to compose an Essay on Epic Poetry, how pleasant to think of old Homer! And what would he think of us, were he restored to life, and especially of Mr Atherstone? Why, it would not be easy to find out

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that; for as Homer would, of course, be restored to blindness, during Mr Atherstone's recitation of his poem, we might erroneously suspect the old Grecian of being asleep-as, on the other hand, we might just as unjust ly accuse the old gentleman of being awake. Our perplexity would, how ever, in all probability be ended erelong by a portentous snore, enough to shake to its foundations the Temple of Ninus, and effect the Fall of Nineveh.

For old Homer would be intolerant of prosing-and in prosing Mr Atherstone excels all the children of men. He has unluckily acquired considerable power over a considerable number of words in the English language, which obsequiously obey his commands, issued with an air of authority which smells of the schoolmaster. But his mind is as slow as an expiring top. It does not, " spinning, sleep," though it dozes; and you wonder, while it continues wambling on, that it does not all at once fall down stone-dead. It was quite the reverse with the mind of old Homer, His was indeed a striking specimen of the Perpetual Motion-and not only swung, but sung and shone like a planet. No man of woman born ever fell asleep over the Iliad. A few lines of it has cured the most comatose; that prescription has made lethargy leap up from his chair, and roam the house like a somnambulist. One paper of Atherstone's powders, again, can lull even an evil conscience. Under its benign influence we ourselves, with two gouty great toes, walked at the rate of five miles an hour into the Land of Nod. In a quarter of an hour or less, has his patent soporific changed a family naturally feverish into the Seven Sleepers.

Very dim, indeed-as of all things else-is our memory of the Iliad. But we do remember this, that there was one Hector, whom we did dearly-devoutly love; and for whose sake we loved Troy-town almost like Auld Reekie. For and with an old man called Priam, we remember having wept till we were blind; for the eyes of a boy are as suddenly filled with tears as tulips are with rain, and as suddenly, too, shake out the shower to the first air of joy that comes rustling by with the wakened

sunshine. What we were to Hecuba, we know not; but what Hecuba was to us, we do know-Why, she was the very image of our grandmother! As for Andromache, there seems to reside a spirit of sadness in the name! It breathes to us of all most Wifelike in the Beautiful. We know not why-but we love Mrs Gentle for her sake! As for poor Helen-she was hated only-by herself; in spite of her fatal sin, Troy loved and pitied her-Hecuba, Priam, Hector, Andromache and alland perhaps the member of the Royal Family who cared least for her at last was-Paris. As for Achilles, we feared him, so brave and beautiful, so swiftfooted, and, as we dreamt, invulnerable. Had it not been for Hector, we might have loved the son of Thetis ; but round the waving crest of the Bien aime, all our hopes and fears kept watch, as if to ward off the weapon of that dreadful demigod!-Turning from Troy to Nineveh, the mind of a man undergoes as violent a revulsion as if he were torn away by Fate from a Noctes Ambrosianæ, and set down to a lecture on Phrenology in the Society's Hall in Clyde Street. He experiences within one little hour the extremes of human life-the ut most imaginable brightness and glory

the last pitch of opacity and gloom; and wonders if he indeed be still an inhabitant of one and the same world! In presence of the Iliad every man is a hero. Reading old Homer is like marching along with a full band of instrumental music. You would willingly walk on to death. But the drone of Atherstone absolutely inspires cowardice. You are transmogrified into Corporal Fear-would fain hide yourself among the baggage-waggons-sigh for the society of Friends, and on your relinquish ment of a military life, resolve to be come a Wet-Quaker.

Whether Sardanapalus kills Arbaces we are alluding now to Mr Atherstone's two chief heroes-or vice versa, is to us a mere matter of moonshine

of as utter indifference as the issue of a battle between any two wasps when about to enter the mouth of a bottle of sugar of lead, placed for the protection of a royal race of red hairy gooseberries. His Queen of Nineveh is an absolute scold-and

we almost wish that the town were taken-if only to silence that dreadful bell-her tongue. As for concubines and such cattle-they may burn away at their leisure in the sack of Nineveh-a city for whose fate, as it is seen through Mr Atherstone's telescope, we feel about as much interest as for the Metropolis of the Moon.

An Epic Poem then, without an essay upon it, it is allowed on all hands, is always in the writing, and too often in the reading, a serious business. In the reading, mortal man is apt to fall into the arms of Death's brother-Sleep. Fortunately, the end of each Book, of which we may suppose twelve or twenty-four affords an excellent opportunity for us to restore tired nature. There stands a Spittal-such as that of Glenshee; and though it would be too much to expect there, either for love or money, board-the traveller being expected to carry his provisions along with him-yet he gets a good, dry, hard bed onwhich to stretch his wearied limbs and frame, and a few hours repose strengthens him for the next stage. A prudent man, with a sound constitution, may thus walk his way, with moderate fatigue, through the longest and most mountainous Epic, and be as fresh-for the journey is, in fact, the best of all training at the end of three weeks, as on the very day he set out on his undertaking, the odds having been perhaps three to one on time.

Mr Atherstone's Epic is, he has given us to understand, a lengthy one; and we have gone along it as far as the great road is finished. Mists and clouds hang dense over the distance; and if the future be as the past, it will be a toilsome pilgrimage. But we shall "set a stout heart to a stae brae;" and after a cold bath in the pool of Oblivion, what a profound and dreamless sleep shall we not have the night after the completion of what will then be considered the greatest pedestrian exploit on record!

To speak plainly, what could have put it into the head of this honest gentleman to go to Nineveh? Why did he not, before tackling to the master-work of an Epic Poem, exercise his 'prentice hand in writing assiduously for seven years in Ladies'

Albums, and afterwards for seven years more as a journeyman in the Annuals? The young mason begins wi' dry stane-dykes, as we say in Scotland; thence aspires to a pigstye, from which the ascent is easy to a cottage. From cottage he mounts. to kirk, from kirk to steeple, and from steeple to one of the pillars of the Parthenon of our Modern Athens. Such is the natural steps by which Mr Atherstone should have approached towards "building up the lofty. rhyme." But no; this hum-drum common-sense precedure did not suit his aspiring genius; and disdaining a preparatory course of anagrams, sonnets, elegies, and Dramatic Scenes and Sketches, with plumb-line and trowel he has undertaken to construct an edifice of enormous dimens sions-an Epic Poem. The consequence has been, that he has given rise to a structure of a very equivocal, ambiguous, and singular character-not so like a temple for worship, which it was designed to be, as a barn for shearers, or rather a barracks for soldiers-bulky enough, it is true, but with very few windows, and these rather narrow, so that there is but little light in the interior of the building, with a roof leaded along the rig ging it is equally true, but too flat for this rainy climate,-and with stacks of chimneys so wide at the mouth, that every room, even the sleeping ones, which is a very bad case, must be infested with smoke sadly, and the worst place in the world for pictures. It will neither sell nor let.

But Mr Atherstone is a learned man, and knows more about Nineveh than perhaps any other scholar in Europe. The work, he tells us, in which he found condensed the greatest portion of information relative to Assyrian story, is, that rare work "The Universal History." There may, he modestly says, be others far

more comprehensive and satisfactory, but that he has not had the good fortune to meet with them." He made numerous memoranda of notes, which he thought might be illustrative of the subject, or which might, at the least, offer to the attention of the reader" a pleasing diversion." But he has not had time to prepare them for the press; and it is fortunate for those who may undertake

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