The sterile plain regarding, and the bare Sorrowing, he mourned aloud his heavy lot; O shattered rampart, Heaven's tremendous change, What more appalling chance, or moral strange, Can be, than Marius in his grief consoled, Hitherto, Herrera appears only as a successful follower of the great 1 CANCION I. Suave sueno, tu que en tardo buelo, &c. Sweet Slumber, that, in slow encircling flight, And with thy blessed dews, Bathe my sad eyes, and grateful calm infuse! For, weary slave to mine infuriate pain, I find no rest from care, And grief subdues the vigour to sustain : Hear my submissive prayer! Come at my prayer submissive! Thou, the pride Of that fair nymph whom Heré made thy bride! NO, XI.-VOL. II. 2 S Most heavenly sleep! poor mortals' brightest dower! For need of thee, who wert not wont to fly? Awake in weary wo, Sole stranger to the healing calm impress'd Glad sleep! come, holy sleep! around me close, Display thy power in this mine urgent need! See! his blent rays the sun is kindling now. And bid Aurora, with unwelcome air, Fly back, on rapid wings. Thus shall the early day's approaching light O Sleep! an offering of thy nodding flowers I bring thee! now thy mild enchantment rain On the drear hollows of my heavy eyes. Bid soothing airs, bedewed with fragrant showers, And of my sorrow's toils Efface, O gentle sleep! the furrowed spoils! Come, then, beloved sleep! come, fluttering sprite! From the rich orient's eye Young Phoebus shoots a beam of hoary light. And my long wo shall cease :-So may'st thou find Is not this, even as viewed through the dim medium of our translation, a strain such as few poets have uttered. In consideration of the extent to which our comment has already proceeded, we must forego the pleasure of exhibiting any sketch of those Canciones, which Herrera addressed to his real or fancied mistress: Some of these are exquisite; and there are few which do not contain poetical thoughts expressed in language of great beauty. Unwillingly, also, do we omit an intended analysis of his Elegies in Terza Rima, dedicated to the same subject. One of these, which commences, Bien debes asconder, oscuro cielo,-bewailing the supposed death of his ladyelove, several Spanish critics* regard as the most perfect of his works; and very sweet and pathetic it certainly is:-yet we cannot admit as chefs d'œuvre of our author any imitations; such as this, however successful, must undoubtedly be termed. We are in no wise sorry, that the straitness of our present limits defends us from the task of developing to such of our readers, as Petrarch Such, as far as we can gather from the tone of his remarks, is also Bouterwek's opinion. has not already made acquainted with this vicious kind of production, the ingenuity which Herrera has wasted upon Sestinas; or compositions in six stanzas, of three couplets each, the same three pairs of rhymes preserved through all the verses; each, however, in a different order of arrangement. We may observe, that in this paltry abuse of metrical artifice, Herrera has displayed, perhaps, as much dexterity as any of his fellow-criminals. Little praise is implied in the remark; and with this brief observation we gladly quit an ungrateful subject. We have now attempted, in some degree, to pourtray Herrera's chief attainments in two considerable provinces of the poetic art ;-our next, and by far more important task, will be to display them in a sphere wherein the genius of the poet rises to a still brighter pre-eminence. It is in virtue of his sublime Heroic Odes that Herrera is mainly entitled to the exalted station which we claim for him amongst lyrical writers; for we do not hesitate to assert, in full recollection of Chiabrera,* Guidi,† Filcaja and Quintana, and many others, his successors and imitators, that, in this department of poetical creation, for majesty of style, and grandeur of conception, Herrera as yet stands wholly unapproached. Our notice of these noble compositions, which deserve to be unfolded with more fulness and deliberation than we could now bestow upon them, will form the subject of a concluding paper. ⚫ Of these, Chiabrera has followed Herrera most nearly, and with the most success. + Compare this Author's Ode on the deliverance of Vienna by Sobieski, fine as it is, with any of Herrera's three, on the Victory of Lepanto. SON, Christian, Patriot, Hero, Statesman, Friend, All attributes that mark the great and good, Before our country's ruthless tyrants would A SUMMER EVENING DIALOGUE BETWEEN AN BY HARRIET MARTINEAU. POLE. You should not ask foreigners to praise your country till you can shew it them under such an aspect as this. Its rural scenes should be entered upon at this very hour of this very season. I have told you that you should approach Heidelberg at sunset, and Venice when the full moon has risen, and Genoa when the sun first peeps up from the sea. Abroad, I would say, traverse the harvest fields of England, when they wave in the golden light of an August evening. ENGLISHMAN. Is the beauty of our landscape peculiar? I should have thought, without any allusion to your own unhappy country, that you had seen many such prospects as this in the flourishing agricultural regions through which you have travelled. POLE.-I have traversed many corn districts, during both seed-time and harvest; and the song of the vine-dressers, and the chant of the reapers, are alike familiar to me. But there is a beauty in your rural districts which I discern in no others. The haze on the horizon, which tells that a busy city is there, enhances the charm of the balmy solitude; and yonder lordly mansion among the woods, and the peasant's cottage in the lane, give a grace, by contrast, to each other. Yonder ENGLISHMAN. And their inhabitants, likewise, I suppose. whistling labourer, plodding homeward with his sickle in his hand, contrasts well with the mechanic loitering through the field, chewing straws. And that cottage mother, gleaning in the next field, with her tribe of little ones about her, forms as pleasant an object as Lord W. with his train of high-born sons and daughters-as graceful a riding party as ever was seen-emerging from the green lane upon the down. The voices of the children, POLE. It is a tranquil and fair scene. pulling dog-roses and birdweed, are as sweet to the ear as the cooing of the ringdove in the grove we have just left; and there is music in the village clock, which sets all these peasants converging towards their homes. If ever there was peace, it is surely here; and it is soothing, even to the lacerated heart of a Pole, to witness it. ENGLISHMAN.-Such are the outward shows of things in this world. Do you not know, my friend, that brows often ache under coronets, and that splendid smiles sometimes disguise the wounds of the heart? Even so this fair scene yields a false show of happiness. within reach of our touch. POLE.-Nay; but here is fact. There is reality before our eyes, and Here is golden grain, bowing beneath its the fruits of the harvest. And these abodes and their occupiers-are own weight, in this field; and, in the next, the wain is piled high with they but visions? field flowers which flourish on a tomb, or the fever-flush which brightens ENGLISHMAN.-None of these things are visions, any more than the the eye of the sick; but it does not follow that there is not decay and pain beneath and within. POLE.-You mean that there is mortal sorrow within the bounds of this horizon. True; where humanity is present, there is sorrow. own choice. What I mean is, that there is hollowness under this apparent ENGLISHMAN.-Ay; and not only unavoidable sorrow, but that of man's prosperity. Step a little this way, and I will shew you the ugly walls of a workhouse, where you now see only a clump of elms. The mechanic and the d on the be of the har the peasa loiters here, because he is afraid to face his half-fed family at home; yonder labourer doubts whether his wife's gleanings will serve this week instead of parish pay. Look at these ill-grown fences, these rickety gates! The farmer who is about to reap this crop has no heart to keep his fixtures in good repair; and his wife, seeing his despondency, dreads to hear of his being found drowned in one of his own ditches. As for Lord W. and his family, they are going abroad to live cheap, till the education of the sons is finished. It wrings their hearts to leave their beautiful seat; but the steward exhibits a list of rent-arrears four times as long as that of receipts. So much for all this apparent prosperity! POLE. But whence all this? You have no war, foreign or civil, to consume your resources; and Providence has blessed your land with three successive fruitful seasons. Whence is all this trouble? ENGLISHMAN.-The sufferers will tell you that it arises from that fruitfulness of the seasons, which you speak of as a blessing. Far from suspecting that, by our own mismanagement, we turn blessings into curses, they pray for the continuance of a policy which would make double crops, if we could get them, cause double dearth. In POLE.-You mean the extraordinary arrangement of taxing corn. our country we cannot comprehend why you persist in raising corn at a vast expense, when from us you might have it cheap. We want fabrics made of your wool; and have so much corn to give in exchange, that we feed our cattle with wheat, and leave large tracts of fine land waste, because you will not buy, but rather choose to bury your resources in your own bad soils. ENGLISHMAN. Whence little enough of it arises again. POLE. And of that little the greater part is taken by the landlord. Which is the most pernicious crime,-fraud, robbery, or waste? ENGLISHMAN.-There is little choice when the interests of a nation are in question. Of which do you accuse us, in respect of our corn regulations? For my part, I charge our system with both. POLE. It was of waste that I first thought, in reference to the raising of the landlord's rent. His rent rises with every new tillage of inferior land; but it is not only his portion, but that of the farmer, and that of the labourer, which becomes dear, because you will not have corn from abroad. Is not this waste? ENGLISHMAN.-Most destructive waste. The landlord's portion of POLE. And robbery which avails little to any one, it seems, since nominally increased, since he cannot get them paid. likewise. ENGLISHMAN.And he is oppressed with the burden of pauperism As soon as corn becomes too dear for labourers to buy, they must have it given them in charity. Lord W.'s steward stands on his right, the parish assessors on his left. "My Lord," says the steward, "your tenants can pay only half their rents; this good season has ruined them." "My Lord," say the assessors, "the workhouse is as full as ever. The abundance of the last harvest has not compensated the rise of price caused by the tillage of B common. The labourers can buy and |