The leading feature of Madame de Staël's private charac ter, was her inexhaustible kindness of temper: it cost her nc trouble to forgive injuries. There seems not to have been a creature on earth whom she hated, except Napoleon. "Hei friendships were ardent and remarkably constant; and yet she had a habit of analyzing the characters, even of those to whom she was most attached, with the most unsparing sagacity, and of drawing out the detail and theory of their faults and peculiarities, with the most searching and unrelenting rigour; and this she did to their faces, and in spite of their most earnest remonstrances. 'It is impossible for me to do otherwise,' she would say: 'if I were on my way to the scaffold, I should be dissecting the characters of the friends who were to suffer with me upon it.'" Though the excitement of mixed society was necessary to her happiness, her conversation, in a tête-à-tête with her intimate friends, is said to have been more delightful than her most brilliant efforts in public. She was proud of her powers, and loved to display and talk of them. But her vanity was divested of offensiveness by her candour and ever-present consideration of others. Of her errors we would speak with forbearance; but it is due to truth, to say, that there were passages in her life, which exposed her to serious and wellfounded censure. As a daughter and mother she displayed sedulous devotion, and the warmest affection. Though never destitute of devotional feeling, her notions of religion, in youth, seem to have been very vague and inefficient. But misfortune drove her sensitive and affectionate temper to seek some stay, which she found nothing on earth could furnish; and, in later years, her religion, if not deeply learned, was deeply felt. Of this, the latter portion of Mad. Necker de Saussure's work, will satisfy the candid reader. And though her testimony to the truth and value of religion, was, for the most part, indirect, we may reasonably believe that it was not ineffective. "Placed, in many respects, in the highest situation to which humanity could aspire, possessed unquestionably of the highest powers of reasoning, emancipated in a singular degree from prejudices, and entering, with the keenest relish, into all the feelings that seemed to suffice for the happiness and occupation of philosophers, patriots, and lovers, she has still testified, that, without religion, there is nothing stable, sublime, or satisfying; and that it alone completes and consummates all to which reason and affec tion can aspire." A genius like hers, and so directed, is, as her biographer has well remarked, the only missionary that, in modern times, can work any permanent effect upon the upper classes of society, or upon the vain, the learned, the scornful and argumentative, "who stone the prophets, while they affect to offer incense to the muscs." EXERCISE LXI. TO THE URSA MAJOR. H. Ware, Jr. [The following piece furnishes a noble example of solemnity and sub limity. Nothing can more strikingly display the injury to mind and taste, which is done in our prevalent modes of female education, - by neglecting the elevating effects of nature and art upon the sensibility of youth, than the tame, trite, and heartless manner in which this and similar passages are usually read in our schools for young ladies. The utmost depth and fulness of feeling are required in the utterance of thoughts at once so profound and so exalted, as those which this poem imbodies. The management of the voice, in such cases, requires a deep and resonant “orotund quality,”the full, majestic effect of blank verse,—“median stress," in its amplest form, — a "slow" and stately "movement,” and long, impressive pauses.] WITH what a stately and majestic step Walk, like some stout and girded giant, stern, The other tribes forsake their midnight track, Thou, faithful sentinel! dost never quit The illimitable universe, thy voice Joined the high chorus; from thy radiant orbs Of splendours that enrich His firmament. Ages have rolled their course, and time grown gray ; The earth has gathered to her womb again, And yet again, the myriads, that were born The seas have changed their beds; the eternal hills Have left their banks; and man's imperial works, - Nor touched the firmness of thy tread: youth, strength, As when the almighty Former sent thee forth, To watch earth's northern beacon, and proclaim I wonder as I gaze. That stream of light, Undimmed, unquenched, just as I see it now, Has issued from those dazzling points, through years That go back far into eternity. Exhaustless flood! forever spent, renewed Forever! Yea, and those refulgent drops, While those winged particles, whose speed outstrips And, in the extremes of annual change, beheld Yea, glorious lamps of God! He may have quenched Your ancient flames, and bid eternal night Rest on your spheres; and yet no tidings reach No less remote. From the profound of heaven, - And multitude of God's most infinite works? Blaze round thee, leading forth their countless worlds! Known but to thee, blessed Father! Thine they are, Upon the humblest globe, which wheels its course Like the mean mote that dances in the beam Tell me, ye splendid orbs, as, from your throne, Your sway, what beings fill those bright abodes? Leagued their base bands to tread out light and truth, And uncorrupt? -existence one long joy, Hope never quenched, and age unknown, And death unfeared; while fresh and fadeless youth Speak, speak! the mysteries of those living worlds May read and understand. The hand of God |