« AnteriorContinua »
21 honour her passage through it. In the wind. On the outside of the barge consequence, a Common Council was were three dozen scutcheons in metal called, and commandment given to of the King's and Queen's arms, which the Haberdashers, of which craft the were beaten upon square buckram, diMayor (Sir Stephen Peacock) then vided so that the right side had the was, that they should provide a barge King's colours and the left the Queen’s. for the Bachelors, with a wafter and a foist, garnished with banners and streamers, as they were accustomed to do “when the Mayor is presented at Westminster on the morrow after Simon and Jude." All the other crafts were likewise commanded to prepare barges, and to garnish them, both with all the seemly banners they could procure, and with targets on the sides, and in every barge to have minstrelsy, among which are afterwards mentioned the now long exploded instruments called shalms and sagbuts. On the 29th of May,* the day appointed for the water triumph, the Mayor and his brethren all in scarlet, such as were Knights having collars of SS, and the remainder gold chains, and the Coun. On the left hand of the Mayor was cil of the City with them, assembled another foist, in which was a mount, at St. Mary's Hill, and at one o'clock whereon stood a white falcon, crowntook barge. The barges of the com.. ed, upon a root of gold environed with panies amounted in number to fifty; white and red roses, which was the they were enjoined under a great pe- Queen's device. About the mount nalty not to row nearer one to ano- sat virgins, singing and playing. Next ther than at twice a barge's length, after the Mayor followed his Fellowand to enforce this order, there were ship, the Haberdashers; next after three light wherries, each with two them the Mercers, then the Grocers, officers. They then set forth in the and so every Company in its order ; following order. First, at a good dis- and after all the Mayor's and Sheriffs' tance before the Mayor's barge was a officers. In this order they rowed to foist or wafter full of ordnance, hav- Greenwich; and at three of the clock ing in the midst a great dragon conti- the Queen appeared, in rich cloth of nually moving and casting wild-fire, gold, and, accompanied with several and around about it terrible monsters ladies and gentlewomen, entered her and wild men casting fire, and making barge. Immediately the citizens set hideous noises. On the right hand of forwards, their minstrels continually the Mayor's barge was that of the playing, and the Bachelors' barge goBachelors, in which were trumpets
Queen's right hand. The and several other melodious instru- ships in the river were commanded to ments; its decks, sailyards, and top- lie on the shore to make room for the castles were hung with cloth of gold barges; their guns saluted the Queen and silk; at the foreship and the stern as she passed, and before she landed were two great banners richly beaten at the Tower. At her landing, the with the arms of the King and the Lord Chamberlain, with the Officers Queen, and on the topcastle also was a of Arms, received her, and brought long streamer newly beaten with the her to the King. * said arms. The sides of the barge were set full of flags and banners of The river Thames is now very inadethe devices of the companies of the quately provided to compete in splenHaberdashers and Merchant-Adven- dour with this water pageant of the Tuturers, and the cords were hung with dor age, when all the Companies had innumerable pencels, having little bells barges, and those of the nobility were at the ends, which made a goodly kept in the place of land carriages, noise and a goodly sight, waving in then comparatively unknown. Misprinted pineteenth” in Holinshed.
* Hall's Chronicle.
ing on the
CAMBRIDGE PRIZE COMPOSITIONS.
SENARII GRÆCI, Præmio Porsoniuno quotannis proposito dignati, et in curia Cantabrigiensi recitati
comitiis maximis A.D. MDcccxxxi. auctore Georgio Johanne Kennedy, Coll. Div. Joh. schol.
SHAKSPEARE, AS YOU LIKE IT, Act II, Scene I.
όπισθε τάνδρός είρπον, αρχαίας δρυος
δακρυρρόω νιν αυξάνων πλημμυρίδι.
γνώμην έλεξε τήσδε της θέας πέρι και
πρώτον μεν, ώναξ, ώδε του το θηρίον
1831.] CLASSICAL LITERATURE.-Prize Compositions. 23 LORD
First, for his weeping in the needless stream. To-day my lord of Amiens and myself “ Poor deer," quoth he, “thou mak'st a Did steal bebind him, as he lay along
testament Under an oak, whose antique rout peeps out
As worldlings do, giving the sum of more Upon the brook that brawls along this wood.
To that which had too much." Then, being To the which place a poor sequester'd stag
alone, That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt, Left and abandoned of his velvet friends, Did come to languish; and indeed, my lord,
“'Tis right," quoth he; “ thus misery The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans
[herd, That their discbarge did stretch his leathern The flux of company." Anon, a careless
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Almost to bursting; and the big round tears And never stays to greet him; “ Aye," Cours'd one another down his innocent nose quoth Jaques, la piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool, “Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look Stood on the extremest verge of the swift Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?” Augmenting it with tears. [brook,
Thus most invectively he pierceth through DukeBut what said Jaques ?
The body of the country, city, court, Did he not moralize this spectacle ?
Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, LORD
To fright the animals, and to kill then up Oh yes, into a thousand similes,
In their assiga'd and native dwelling-place.
MAGNAS INTER OPES INOPS.”
Κέρματα του κροίσου σημ’ όσ' άνακτος έχει
Χώσα ποθ' αρχαίος τίμι' έθηκε χρόνος. .
Vendere se nobis stulta Corinna putat :
Ornaturque sua simplicitate Chloe.
OXFORD PRIZE COMPOSITIONS.
[The Newdigate Poem for 1831, by Percy Ashworth, Wadham College.] Why proudly towers yon pile aloft in air? Of feeling o'er her heart's responding strings, Why press you anxious crowd together there, Touch'd by the breath of nature's whisperings. Fix'd in intensest gaze, as though one soul, Morn, dewy morn, is smiling ; the blue sky One passion, animates and moves the whole? Is softly flush'd with every melting dye ; Hark! hear ye not the floating strain afar,
Bright golden rays the gorgeous East suffuse, Whose mellow'd sweetness, soft and regular, Vermilion streaks, and rich empurpled hues ; Now swells apon the gale distinct and clear, A growing flood of splendour spreads around, Now dies ia trembling cadence on the ear; And robes in heav'nly light the conscious ground! Whilst all around in silence seems to dwell, Now gently soft, now want'ning sportively, Traoc'd by that dreamy and bewitching spell? The young and balmy Zephyrs flutter by,
When lo! with measur'd and unfalt'ring pace, Wafting the fragrance of each op'ning How's
O'er the calm luxury of this blissful hour;
Seem joyous now that Nature is awake.
Oh, what a morn to herald such a scene, No weakness tbere, -o sign of agony !
So fresh, -50 bright,--so beauteously serene! Aud if her sunburnt cheek is slightly pale, That the fair sky should call its loveliest glow ! It is not terror bids the red blood fail;
Undimm'd, to gaze on such a sight of woe! And if her lips are not all motionless,
Glad in the light of morning's welcome beam, That quiv'ring speaks no womanish disless. Before her Gunga rolls his inighty stream;
One last long look on scenes she loved so well, And, as instinct with being, proud and gay, And vainly now she tries lo check the swell Ia merry mood the light barks old their way,
CLASSICAL LITERATURE.-The Suttees. (July, And spread their full and whitely-gleaming sails Pure--as the dreams that float on filmy wing" To woo the kisses of the wanton gales.
Around the couch of infant's slumbering! Those verdant banks arrest her mournful view, Soft-as the dewy tear that gently flows With haunted Perpuld eck'd, and dark Barrboo ; From woman's soul-fraught eye for others' woes ! And Betel with its bark of silvery sheen,
There all shall meet when life's short act is o'er, And long pagodas rising far between :
Partake of endless joy and part no more. Whilst still beyond, down hills of azure shade, 'Tis past :-as though impatient of delay, Rush the swift waters of the bright cascade. From each embrace she tears herself away;
Such are to her not voiceless ;-for they tell On the lov'd friends and priests assembled there Of days long past, and joys remembered well: Bestows the pledges of her love and care : What time that shady bank she wont to rove, And fondly deems, thal, when in after days Lit hy the fire-flies' thonisapd lamps of love! They chaunt at ev'ning's hour their happy lays, With him, stretched on that pile, to wander there, These tokens may recall her form again, And twine the Champac's blossom in her hair, Her name may mingle with their artless strain ! As ionely reign'd the peerless vesper-slar
And now her limbs she duly bends, to lave And the deep gong ebb'd faintly from afar: In holy Gunga's sanctifying wave; To list unto the thrush at ev’oing's hour, Then fit for Swerga's happy realms, and free And the bee's humming in its own blue flow'r; From each teriestrial impurity,
(bride! To g.ze in silence, ere the sun had sct,
Clad in her snowy vestments, Death's young Oo giided dome and glicering minaret;
She sips the waters of the sacred lide; Or on the snow-capp'd hills, whose glaring white Aud, careful lest auglit earthly should defile, Slept mellow'd in a rosier flush of light:
With step compos'd advances to the pile. That bour, as though by some kind spirit sent, Thrice moves she round with gesture sad and slow; So mulely:-richly,--deeply eloquent!
Her look half sorrowful, half wild, as though Or driv'n perchauce by some ill-boding dream, The fear of death and hate of lite entwin'd When lone she hasten'd to the sacred stream, In deadly struggle, racked her tortur'd mind. And with a trembling hand and beating heart, But neiv'd to strength, and goaded by despair, Beheld her buat of many pray’rs depart!
Her spirit warms, and bids ber boldly dare; All,--all comes swiftly crowding ou her mind, She mounts the pile, and, e'en in death allied, As mem'ry casts a wistful gaze behind.
Calmly reclives her partyer's form beside! Now-where are they? and what is she?--No more A deep and death-like stillness; not a sound To view those scenes so doubly blest before : Escapes the expectant multitude around, No more to bend with all a mother's joy,
Wbiist with firm band, and unaverted gaze, And press the soft lips of her sleeping boy : The houry Brahmin plies the torch's blaze : To leave him to the world's cold charity,
Soon spreads above the swiftly-rushing fire, With none to staunch the tear-drop in his eye; And volum'd flame en wraps the lofty pyre. That ere yon shining sun hath sped, to lave Then bursts at once the madd'oing yell around, Aad veil bis splendours in the western wave,
The drum's swift beat, the cymbals clashing Each sweetest, dearest, loveliest, holiest scene
sound; Must be to her as it had never been !
And the thick flame fierce-shooting to the skies ;
Angrily mounts 'mid din of frantic cries. She checks a tear that stole, the first and last! With eager zeal the ready priests engage, What! shall she still live on in widow'd state, And fting fresh food to glut its hungry rage : Her partner gone, her hearth all desolate ?
A moment-slowly roll upon the air Still Shall she tread the scene, to play her part Vast pitcly clouds of smoke, and now with glare lo blank, uusolaced brokenness of heart;
Oftenfoid brightness, bursting through the veil, And like the ivy, when its stay has gone,
In their full might th' imprisoo'd flames prevail ! Slowly lo droop, and drooping die alone?
Till their wild irc, and wilder shouts subside, Shut out from Sweiga's bowers, her spirit doom'd And to the waters of the sacred tide, To wander long in oiher forms entomb'd;
With deceat care, and cautious to profane, Her consort too denied the joys of heav'nı; They fling the few poor relics that remain. Her friends debarred the bliss her death had giv'n? The stream rolls on,--the rite is o'er at last, No, she is fix'd: her sun it hath not set !
All that was life like some faint dream has pass'd. The blood that fills her veins is geo'rous yet! And such is woman's love! whose magic pow'r A last adieu to all;—the parling word,
Can change the gloomiest to the brightest hour; The kiss that clings,-the blessing scarcely heard! Can smooth the deep lines care has learn'd to Th' embrace that seems as nought its links could plough, sever;
(ever. And chase the cloud of anguish from the brow. The madd'oing thought that they must part for It droops not, parts not with the parting breath, For ever!-Nay,--hope whispers o'er the sea, Bul smiles a proud defiance uuto death!" Some spot of happiness shall smile for thee; Yes ! if in woman's soul, despite of all, Some blessed isle, where sons as bright shall'shine Degrading creeds, and custom's blinding thrall, As those that warm this golden land of thine ! Though bound by superstition's galling chains, Yes ! beauteous as those islets, imag'd clear Feeling so noble, so divine remaias! In that too lovely lake of fair Cashmere !
Exalted by a purer faith, refined Where the blue lotus trembles in the gale,
By better thoughts, with fairer hopes entwio'd ; That fans with spicy breath each emerald vale; Oh ! where the brighter star to cheer our gloom, And o'er the flowery monod's sun-loving slope Make heav'n of earth, and triumph o'er the tomb ! Light bounds the silver-footed antelope !
Clime of the Sun! kind Nature's lavish hand There all shall glitter, verdant, fresh and bright, Ilach show'red her choicest blessings o'er thy As that famed fairy City of Delight, (pine, land; Where hues cnwreath'd of flow'rs and gems com. Hath cloth'd thee in her loveliest garb, and fung As though to weave celestial beauty's shrine ! Her richest gifts thy fertile meads among! The sweet Syrinda shall beguile thine hours And oh ! thy sons and daughters-must they bow, In sandal-gioves, and blushing orange-bow'rs; And wear the brand of scorn upon their brow, Whilst maidens long-remember'd here, shall wake Form'd for each finer feeling, and endow'd The wild, sweet chorus by the moon.lit lake; With souls that should not grovel with carth's Or brush with tinkling feet the glades afar,
crowd? Like Peri forms in meads of Candahar.
No! still they toll of what they once have been, Some young Aspara too shall touch the lute, Ere war and rapine blasted the fair scene. Whilst every sound in earth and air is mute ; Though score'd and trampled, long-insulled race ! And Chrislina, idol of the heart! shall come, Though pride would crush, and tyranny debase; A beam of glory to that favor'd home!
Though priestcraft blighe, and prejudice beset, There sleepless gales shall breathe of fragrancy, The living soul of passion lingers yet! And rills shall laugh as bright as pleasure's cyc: Thine are the hearts whose gen'rous zeal disdains Fair--as the vision'd vistus of delight
The blood that stagnates in our northera veins ! Untainted fancy calls to childhood's sight; And if thal zeal were wrested to sustain
Deceit, 'tis ours to pity-not arraigu!
1831.] CLASSICAL LITERATURE.-Sotheby's Homer.
25 Bat brighter days shall come ; a purer creed Of Gospel peace hath spread thy land around; With far sublimer hopes the soul shall feed! When the last pile shall lift its head on high, That faith which Heber came to teach, shall Reard by the hands of Truth and Liberty ; spread,
Aod heavenly Knowledge shall her torch prepare
Then shalt thou be rememberid, Heber! then
Winged on a people's blessing, uoto God shall
Mr. URBAN, Bremhill, July 1.
plicity of the original, and even adopted
some images which are only found in Mr. SOTHEBY has gained great Pope. For the sake of this most aniand deserved credit for his excellent mated and generally correct version of and spirited and faithful translation of the old Bard, I am certain I shall be Homer; but my highly accomplished forgiven by the admirable and amiable and most valued old friend has, in a Translator, if I point out one remark. very few passages, deserted the sim. able passage where he has failed.
“Ως φάτο Πάτροκλος δέ φίλω επεπείθεθ εταίρω,
θιν' έφ' αλός πολιής, ορόων επί οίνοπα πόντον. Book I, line 345. First, we will read Pope
out what Homer did not say, let us see
“ He spoke, and Patroclus obeyed his dear And oft looked back, slow moving o'er the friend, and led from the tent Briseis, with strand.
fair cheeks, and gave her to them (the heNot so his loss the fierce Achilles bore,
ralds) to lead, and they went back towards But sad retiring to the sounding shore, the Grecian ships, and the woman, unwilO'er the wild margin of the deep he hung, ling, went with them. But Achilles, tearful, That kindred deep from whence his mother sate, apart from his friends, on the shore of sprung.
the hoar seas, gazing on the blue main.” Of this “kindred deep from whence This is the passage, without a word his mother sprung," old Homer says of addition. Now let the Critic try : nothing; as little of the “soft sor.
He spoke-Patroclus his dear friend obey'd,
Achilles, lovely and with tearful eye,
Apart, and distant from his social train,
Sal by the surge, and gaz'd on the blue He spoke ; por him Patroclus disobey'd,
main. Bat to the heralds led the unwilling maid : Here is not a word left out, and Ooward they went, while,ling'ring as she past,
scarce a word put in. It may not be On her lou'd lord her look Briseis cast!
80 elegant, but there are no adsci. Perhaps she might, but Homer has titious beauties. not told us so, and Sotheby has only On another occasion I may point added to the additions of Pope. out many of the great and exquisite
So much for Briseis : now for Achil. beauties of the new translation ; but les, penseroso.
I trust this remark on one passage
July 12. Dr. Warton would say : “Construe THE observations of your corres. it! construe it, boy!”
pondent Mathetes, on what is called Having taken the liberty of pointing the Greek perfect middle tense, lead me Gent. Mag. July, 1831.