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symbols of that deity, and the head-dress being The whole work is a series of, as it were, And mingle colours that could breed

Such rapture, nor want power to feed? a lofty garland of leaves, corn, and artificial richly coloured sketches, translated by words of

For, had thy charge been idle flowers, peaches, interwoven together.” Thus attired the most minute accuracy; and no one can Fair damsel, o'er my captive mind, she enters the hall. “ Massive golden chande. close these volumes without greatly adding to

To truth and sober reason blind,

"Mid that soft air, those long-lost bowers, liers suspended from the ceiling, and numerous his knowledge of costume, manners, customs, The sweet illusion might have hung for hours ! lofty candelabra and lamps of alabaster ar- &c. of those high places of history–Jerusalem - Thanks to this tell-take sheaf of corn,

That touchingly bespeaks thee born, ranged along the side of the hall, irradiated the Holy, and Rome the Eternal, City-and

Life's daily tasks with them to share, the whole spacious enclosure with the blaze of marvel, as he reads, how so much power and Who, whether from their lowly bed day; the tables, encumbered with gorgeous glory can have departed, leaving the magnifi.

They rise, or rest the weary head,

Do weigh the blessing they entreat plate, lofty Grecian vases sculptured with ex.cent desolate, and the mighty fallen.

From Heaven, and feel what they repeat, quisite figures, and ponderous oriental censers, We have not entered on the story, because While they give utterance to the prayer the sparkling of whose gold was quenched in we will not deprive our readers of the attrac

That asks for daily bread." the radiance of the jewelry with which they tive thread of all fictitious writings ; nor have Premising that all the prose pieces in the were embossed, displayed 'that wasteful and we quoted as much as we otherwise should have Keepsake deserve commendation more or less, insane profusion which constituted Mark An- done, except for the belief that Zillah will soon from superlative to comparative, we pass over

, tony's sole notion of magnificence ; the nobility be a very common book, not only for immediate in our review, the Half-Brothers, by the and the priesthood in their robes of ceremony, perusal, but for future reference and gratifica- Authors of the O'Hara Tales, the length of and the ladies of the court in their gala-dresses, tion.

which seals it from us. Lord Morpeth next resplendent with diamond blazonry, were ranged

contributes some elegant Scraps of Italy; and along the various tables : at the head of which The Keepsake for 1829. Edited by F. M. Rey- he is followed by a magnificent poem, the sat the Triumvir, magnificently attired as the

nolds. Pp. 360. London, Hurst, Chance, Triad, by Wordsworth. The Sisters of Al. god Bacchus, having on his right hand Cleo

and Co. ; and R. Jennings.

bano by Mrs. Shelley, and other papers, which, patra, the enchantress of all eyes and hearts,

though not undistinguished, we cannot distin. not less voluptuous and lovely than the Queen Or the splendid engravings for this work we

, A of Love, whose garb and attributes she had gave our opinion last week, and we have now clever sketch by Lord Nugent,

some lines assumed for the night. Cupids and beautiful to speak of the literary contents, which receive signed T. Moore (we believe the poet's, but damsels representing the Nymphs and Graces,

illustration from those beautiful specimens of were in attendance upon the royal and divine art, and at the

same time reflect a lustre back given by a friend to the work), and other lines pair ; as if to complete their living apotheosis , upon them. This is the second year of the by L. E. L. on the portrait of the Duchess of

Bedford, lead us to the Tapestried Chamber, and to offer by their light, lovely, and radiant first of the largest class of Annuals, and the that exquisite engraving, with a narrative nei

preface states that the prodigious sum of eleven ther worthy of it nor of the writer-no less a forms, a strange contrast to the opposite ex. tremity of the hall, where sat enthroned the thousand guineas has been expended upon it : great veiled figure of Isis, within

an enclosure, be no doubt of the success of the Keepsake. for by its vigorous contributor, as having been thus, if liberality deserve success, there can personage than the Author of Waverley. In

fact, it is a portfolio sweeping, and apologised guarded at each angle by the gigantic black But taste and judgment are as requisite, or heard by him some twenty years ago from Miss granite statue of an Egyptian deity, stern, solemn, terrific , and rendered still more hide? more so, than even lavish expenditure, and it Seward? There is much smartness, perhaps

affords us pleasure to state that both have been rather too much of fashion, in an Attempt at ous by the red glare thrown from the flaming altar in front of the shrine. At eminently bestowed upon this striking produc.

a by the length, silence being proclaimed by a crier , the tion. It is we believe, the editor's primal and her Bird, by Southey, is as pretty

as the priest of Isis, standing beside the altar, pro- essay, and it does him much honour in every subject allowed. The Lady and her Lovers, nounced in a loud voice, • The health of the particular-in what he has obtained, in what

by the Author of Gilbert Earle, has only to be he has selected, and in what he has contributed. mentioned as a fair portion of this mosaic, but god Antony! and may the sacrifices and liba. But his best eulogy will be in our analysis of tions which he now offers to his sister Isis be his book, however cursorily done, and in our

not the most brilliant of his performances. propitiously accepted! At the same time he

We are as yet only half way through the poured perfumed oil upon the flame, and the extracts, however unequal to the effect of dis- volume, and are met by a couplet by Lord band, as it had been previously concerted, playing the merits of so various a miscellany.

The volume opens with My Aunt Margaret's Death of the Laird's Jock, by Sir Walter Scott,

Holland, and some lines by Mr. Luttrell. The struck up Antony's march. This was the sig. nal for Zillah. Commending herself to Head Mirror, a tale by the Author of Waverley, and is simply an anecdote, upon the telling of which ven in a short prayer, she stepped upon the this kind must be), bearing evident marks of nal gives a few stanzas of solemn song, and though slight (as any thing for a collection of

no pains have been expended. Mr. Ralph Bor. narrow cornice with a throbbing heart, and the Author of the Bride of Lammermuir and of Ferdinando Eboli appears—an interesting story, keeping her eyes fixed upon the wall, while she waved her hand rejectingly towards the the Chronicles of the Canongate. It is indeed by the Author of Frankenstein. We have some assemblage below, she proceeded with a slow an interesting and mysterious tale ; but, alas

vague recollection of meeting before with an and steady pace along her perilous path. Cleo for us! and well for the readers of the Keep-account of the extraordinary coincidence on patra was the first to startle the echoing hall sake, it is forty-four honest pages (i, e. eighty- which it is built ; but it is altogether an affectwith a fearful shriek, as she pointed at the eight common type and margin), and we caning narrative. An Incident, the only paper of apparition, screaming out, " The goddess ! the Stanzas by Lord F. L. Gower follow, and then much naïveté and talent; and we should ob.


any length furnished by the Editor, displays goddess ! she rejects the offerings !-and see, see! the fire of the altar has gone out ! and a prose notice on Love, by the late Mr. Shelley, serve, in addition to this, that wherever a nook she fell back in her chair, apparently

overcome which, if it explain what love is to any lady or half page wanted filling up, he has most with dread. Owing to the great height of the reader of the Keepsake, she will, we venture to sedulously and appropriately done his duty

by cornice, none of the guests below.could per- of that name. And next we come to some- slight poetical flowers. The Boy and the Bataffirm, never care for the common love-token

supplying the waste with neat epigrams or ceive its projection, and they might therefore be well excused for imagining that the offend. thing more natural, and quote the poetry of a

terfly, by Crofton Croker, is a fanciful and ed goddess was actually treading the air, and picture written by Wordsworth to the engrav. pretty little piece ; and Mrs. Hemans and about to visit them, perhaps, with some ter- ing of the Gleaner.

L. E. L. grace the latter pages of the book with rible infliction. Antony and Cleo.

The Country Girl.

some sweet poetry. We however select as a patra themselves, in spite of their assumed di

That happy gleam of vernal eyes,
Those locks from Summer's golden skies,

specimen Lines to a Pearl, by Lord Porchester. vinity, and the royal diadem they wore, offered

“ I have not seen thee shine in crowded hall to their guests the humiliating spectacle of a

That cheek--a kindling of the morn,

On gala night, 'mid gorgeous festival,

That lip-a rose-bud from the thorn, disorderly retreat; and in a few minutes the

But thou wert to the southern stranger given I saw; and Fancy sped

By the lone stream beneath a stormy heaven. silent, lonely hall, with its lamps atill blazing, To scenes Arcadian, whispering, through soft air,

And, lady, when I took it from thy hand, the gorgeous vases and goblets flickering in

I deem'd there breathed no fairer in the land:

Of happiness that never flies-their own golden light, their gems twinkling

And thought when last I heard thee speak, no mind

More pure was e'er in mortal mould enshrined. like stars, the censers breathing up their rich Of promise whispering, where no blight

Can reach the innocent delight;

At times athwart thy calm and passive bros, perfumes, and the costly feast outspread upon

A rich expression came, a sunny glow,

Where Pity to the mind convey'd the tables, were all abandoned to the veiled In pleasure is the darkest shade,

That well might seem engender d by the sky goddess, and to the granite giants, who seemed

That Time, unwrinkled grandsire, flings

That canopies the maids of Italy.
From his smoothly gliding wings.

It told thai young Romance, a lingering guest, to be left as the grim guardians of the deserted

Was still the inmate of thy chasten'd breast; What mortal form, what earthly face,

That fond illusive mood, which makes us still banquet."

Inspired the pencil, lines to trace,

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That o'er thy brow are shed;

Of bliss that grows without a care;

How can it where love never dies?

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That makes me now, though years have rolld. «way, cretly agitating every country, which probably | praiseworthiness; and, if he continued to be
Cherish the mem'ry of that distant day,
And prize this relic of our friendship, far

arose by slow degrees in Mr. Canning's mind, a lover of fame, he also passionately loved the Beyond the fabled gems of Istakhar." as circumstances became auspicious, and as glory of his country.

Even He who almost Burnham Beeches, by Mr. Luttrell, is cu- his own power was more consolidated, began alone was entitled to look down on fame as rious in itself, and also from the declarat ion of to be carried into execution by three mea. that last infirmity of noble mind,' had not the writer that he has " exhausted every rhyme sures, of which the spirit, object, and example, forgotten that it was

6 to his subject that the language affords;which, were yet more important than the immediate • The spur that the clear spirit doth raise, as critics, we beg to deny. effects ; namely, the recognition of the Spanish

To scorn delights, and live laborious days.' Bard of the Trees, thy whim is vain,

republic in America, the aid to Portugal, with The natural bent of character is, perhaps, bet. They cure at Dr. Veitch'st

the countenance thereby afforded to limited ter ascertained from the undisturbed and un. Retreats, such patients deemed insane, As out-rhyme Burnham Beeches.

monarchy in that country, and the treaty conscious play of the mind in the common in. Beneath whose shade would I could eat

concluded with Russia and France for the tercourse of society, than from its movements Bread butter-ed and sweet cheese;

rescue and preservation of Greece. The last under the power of strong interest or warm So would my oily mouth repeat

of these transactions will now be considered as passions in public life. In social intercourse The praise of Burnham Beeches. In summer, though this plan might fit,

the most memorable, and as that which best Mr. Canning was delightful. Happily for the Without one's coat or breeches,

illustrates the comprehensive policy towards true charm of his conversation, he was too busy "Twould be no joke just now to sit

which he at length approached. It was a otherwise not to treat society as more fitted for Under the Burnhamn Beeches,

measure eminently pacific, which aimed at relaxation than display. It is but little to say, Mr. Luttrell's is nevertheless a very plea sant the lasting establishment of amity between that he was neither disputatious, declamatory, jeu d'esprit, and contrasts well with the (dar. states, and peace between parties, and which, nor sententious; neither a dictator nor a jester. den of Boccacib, by Coleridge ; and a capital if executed with spirit, was likely to avoid His manner was simple and unobtrusive, his old English story in verse, the King and the the inconvenience even 'of a slight and short language always quite familiar. If a higher Minstrel of Ely, by Lockhart. A legend of rupture with the Ottoman Porte itself. It thought stole from his mind, it came in its Killarney, by Mr. Haynes Bayly, is a pleasant engaged royalists and liberals in an enterprise conversational undress. From this plain ground variety; but we have yet to mention three of on which the majority of both concurred; it his pleasantry sprung with the happiest effect, the most striking productions in the Keepsake, tended to knit more closely the ties of friend- and it was nearly exempt from that alloy of viz. the Sketch of a Fragment of the History ship between the most powerful governments, taunt and banter, which he sometimes mixed of the 19th Century (sixteen pages), by J. M. and to fasten more firmly the bands between with more precious materials in public contest. (Sir James Mackintosh); the Old Gentlem:an, rulers and nations, by uniting the former for He may be added to the list of those eminent à tale (twenty-three pages), by Theodore an object generally acceptable to the latter. persons who pleased most in their friendly Hook ; and Clorinda, or the Necklace of Pearl, It combined the lustre of a generous enter. circle. He had the agreeable quality of being a tale (thirty-eight pages), by Lord Normanby. prise with the greatest probability of prevent- more easily pleased in society than might have When, at some future day, selections may be ing the unsafe aggrandisement of any state. been expected from the keenness of his discernmade from all the Annuals, to form enter. In the midst of these high designs, and before ment and the sensibility of his temper. He was taining volumes, without the common admix. that pacific alliance, of which the liberation of liable to be discomposed, or even silenced, by the ture of stuff, these, and my Aunt: Margaret's Greece was to be the cement, had acquired presence of any one whom he did not like. His Mirror, are likely to be among the chosen. consistence, Mr. Canning was cut off. He manner in society betrayed the political vexaWe are sorry that we have not room to do lest his system, and much of his fame, at the tions or anxieties which preyed on his mind, justice to them. The Historical Fragment is mercy of his successors. Without invidious nor could he conceal that sensitiveness to public most admirable ; and does equal honour to comparison, it may be safely said that from attacks which their frequent recurrence wears the head and heart of the writer- mne who has the circumstances in which he died, his death out in most English politicians. These last had the best opportunities of seeing and feeling was more generally interesting among civilised foibles may be thought interesting as the rethe base selfishness and servile" ingratitude nations, than that of any other English states mains of natural character, not destroyed by with which the recent memory of as bright man had ever been. It was an event in the refined society and political affairs. He was a genius, and as patriotic a soul, as ever internal history of every country. From Lima assailed by some adversaries so ignoble as to adorned the British annals, has been insulted to Athens, every nation struggling for inde. wound him through his filial affection, which by those who only a few months before pendence or existence, was filled by it with preserved its respectful character through the crouched beneath his energies, or truckled to sorrow and dismay. The Miguelites of Por- whole course of his advancement. The ardent his master-mind. Sir James Mack intosh has tugal

, the Apostolicals of Spain, the Jesuitical zeal for his memory, which appeared imme. drawn a noble and an accurate character of faction in France, and the Divan of Constan. diately after his death, attests the warmth Mr. Canning:

: sorry are we that we can only tinople, raised a shout of joy at the fall of their of those domestic affections which seldom pre. quote a few insulated parts of it.

dreaded enemy

He was regretted by all vail where they are not mutual. To his touch. " When Mr. Canning, in 1822, assumed the who, heated by no personal or party resent- ing epitaph on his son parental love has given conduct of foreign affairs and of the House of ment, felt for genius struck down in the act a charm which is wanting in his other verses. Commons, he adopted measures ancl disclosed of attempting to heal the revolutionary dis. It was said of him at one time, that no man views which had no parallel anong con temper, and to render future improvements had so little popularity and such affectionate temporary ministers. The wish, indeed, that pacific: - on the principle since successfully friends; and the truth was certainly, more England should retire into a more neutral adopted by more fortunate, though not more sacrificed to point in the former than in the station, and assume a more mediatorial attitudo deserving, ministers; that of deep and latter member of the contrast. Some of his than perhaps her share in the alliance against thorough compromise between the interests friendships continued in spite of political difFrance could before have easily allowed, hari and the opinions, the prejudices and the de- ferences, which, by rendering intercourse less then become so prevalent, that even his pre- mands of the supporters of establishment, and unconstrained, ofien undermine friendship; decessor, though entangled in another policy, the followers of reformation.

* and others were remarkable for a warmth, shewed no doubtful marks of a desire to " From his boyhood he was the foremost constancy, and disinterestedness, which, though change his course. Perhaps little avuld have among very distinguished contemporaries, and chietly honourable to those who were capable been done to give it effect until all neasonable continued to be regarded as the best specimen, of so pure a kindness, yet redound to the credit royalists were taught by experience that the and the most brilliant representative, of that of him who was the object of it. No man is 80 passion for reformation was too deeply rooted eminently national education. His youthful beloved who is not himself formed for friend. to be torn up by force, and till the sagerness eye sparkled with quickness and arch plea- ship. Notwithstanding his disregard for moof inexperienced nations for sudden and vio. santry, and his countenance early betrayed that ney, he was not tempted in youth, by the lent changes had been chastised by defeat. jealousy of his own dignity, and sensibility to example or the kindness of affluent friends, In the five years which followed, 'the plan suspected disregard, which were afterwards much to overstep his little patrimony. He for re-establishing the tranquillity of Europe, softened, but never quite subdued. Neither never afterwards sacrificed to parade or perby balancing the force and reconciling the the habits of a great school, nor those of a sonal indulgence ; though his occupations pretensions of the parties then openly or se. popular assembly, were calculated to weaken scarcely allowed him to think enough of his Mr. L.'s rhymes are--beseeches, bleaches, breaches,

his love of praise and passion for distinction. private affairs. Even from his moderate forCreech's, each is, impeaches, lecches, peaches, preaches, But, as he advanced in years, his fine coun. tune, his bounty was often liberal to suitors reaches (twice), specches, screeches, teaches,-- in all thir- tenance was ennobled by the expression of to whom official relief could not be granted. + We do not insist op a proper name, but Veitch is as

thought and feeling; he more pursued that By a sort of generosity still harder for him good as Creecla.

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the suffering was great, though the suit could | mised to place his name in the first class of much surprised as the man. “Sir,' said Bar. not be granted, to satisfy the feelings of the rulers, among the founders of lasting peace, ton, who had served me for seven years with. suitor, by full explanation in writing of the and the guardians of human improvement.” out having once been found fault with, I see causes which rendered compliance impracti- The novelty of a paper of this kind in an you think me unworthy your confidence : you cable. Wherever he took an interest, he Annual would excuse our selection of it for ex- could not have known this, if you had not shewed it as much by delicacy to the feelings tract, even were it not recommended by the watched, and followed, and overheard me and of those whom he served or relieved, as by great interest of the subject, and the great my sweetheart : my character will get me substantial consideration for their claims; a talents of the author.

through the world without being looked after. rare and most praiseworthy merit among men The Old Gentleman, by T. Hook, is a very I can stay with you no longer : you will please,

original idea, and is very cleverly treated. The sir, to provide yourself with another servant.' " Mr. Canning possessed in a high degree relater has been empowered by a strange per- • But Barton,' said I, • I did not follow or the outward advantages of an orator. His ex- sonage, dressed in green, with white hair, watch you ; - • I beg your pardon, sir,' pressive countenance varied with the changes of whose portrait will be immediately recognised he replied: it is not for me to contradict ; his eloquence; his voice, flexible and articulate, at the west end of the town, “ to know the but, you'll forgive me, sir, I would rather go had as much compass as his mode of speaking thoughts and foresee events," under conditions, - [ must go.' 'At this moment I was on the required. In the calm part of his speeches, that, however well he knows what is to hap- very point of easing his mind, and retaining his attitude and gesture might have been se- pen to others, he is to remain ignorant about my faithful servant by a disclosure of my lected by a painter to represent grace rising himself

, except when connected with them; power; but it was yet too new to be parted towards dignity. No English speaker used the and that he is never to reveal his supernatural with ; so I affected an anger I did not feel, keen and brilliant weapon of wit so long, so faculty, under pain of losing it.

arid told him he might go where he pleased. often, or so effectively, as Mr. Canning. He “ • To-morrow morning,' (the story conti- I had, however, ascertained that the old gengained more triumphs and incurred more en nues) said my friend, when you awake, the tleman had not deceived me in his promises ; mity by it than any other. Those whose im- power will be your own; and so, sir, I wish and, elated with the possession of my extra. portance depends much on birth and fortune, are you a very good night.' But, sir,' said I, ordinary faculty, I hurried the operation of impatient of seeing their own artificial dignity, anxious to be better assured of the speedy dressing, and before I had concluded it, my or that of their order, broken down by derision; fulfilment of the wish of my heart, (for such ardent friend Sheringham was announced : he and perhaps few men heartily forgive a success indeed it was,) may I have the honour of vras waiting in the breakfast-room. At the ful jest against themselves, but those who are knowing your name and address ?' 'Ha, ha, same moment, a note from the lovely Fanny conscious of being unhurt by it. Mr. Canning ha!' said the old gentleman ; ' my name and Wayward was delivered to me_from the divine often used this talent imprudently. As address - ha, ha, ha! — my name is pretty fa- girl who, in the midst all my scientific abstrachis oratorical faults were those of youthfulgenius, miliar to you, young gentleman ; and as for tion, could chain my worldly feelings for a mo. the progress of age seemed to purify his elo- my address, I dare say you will find your way pent.' Sheringham, my dear fellow,' said I, as quence, and every year appeared to remove some to me some day or another, and so, once more, I advanced to welcome him, what makes you speck which hid, or at least dimmed, a beauty. good night.' Saying which, he descended the so early a visiter this morning?' • An anxiety,' He daily rose to larger views, and made, per- stairs and quitted the house, leaving me to replied Sheringham, “to tell you that my uncle, haps, as near approaches to philosophical prin- surmise who my extraordinary visiter could be. whose interest I endeavoured to procure for you, ciples as the great difference between the ob. I never knew; but I recollect, that after he in regard to the appointment for which you jects of the philosopher and those of the orator was gone, I heard one of the old ladies scolding expressed a desire, has been compelled to rewill commonly allow. When the Niemorials a servant-girl for wasting so many matches in commend a relation of the marquess; this of his own time, the composition of which he lighting the candles, and making such a ter- gives me real pain, but I thought it would be best is said never to have interrupted in his busiest rible smell of brimstone in the house. I was 10 put you out of suspense as soon as possible.' moments, are made known to the public, his now all anxiety to get to bed, not because I was : Major Shiringham,' said I, drawing myself abilities as a writer may be better estimated. sleepy, but because it seemed to me as if going up coldly, ( if this matter concern you SO

Mr. Canning's power of writing to bed would bring me nearer to the time of deeply as you seem to imply that it does, verse may rather be classed with his accom- getting up, when I should be master of the might I ask why you so readily agreed to your plishments, thar. numbered among his high miraculous power which had been promised uncle's proposition, or chimed in with his sug. and noble faculties. It would have been a me. I rang the bell ; my servant was still gestion, to bestow the appointment on this distinction for an inferior man.

out; it was unusual for him to be absent at so relation of the marquess, in order that you In some of the amusements or tasks of his boy- late an hour. I waited until the clock struck might, in return for it, obtain the promotion hood there are passages which, without much eleven, but he came not ; and resolving to re- for which you are so anxious ?' My dear help from fancy, might appear to contain allu- primand him in the morning, I retired to rest. fellow,' said Sheringham, evidently confused, sions to his greatest measures of policy, as well Contrary to my expectation, and, as it seemed ' I_I_never chimed in; my uncle certainly as to the tenor of his life, and to the melan. to me, to the ordinary course of nature, consi- pointed out the possibility to which you choly splendour which surrounded his death. dering the excitement under which I was la- allude, but that was merely contingent upon In the concluding line of the first English bouring, I had scarcely laid my head on my what he could not refuse to do.' Sheringverses written by him at Eton, he expressed a pillow before I dropped into a profound slum- ham,' said I, “ your uncle has already secured wish, which has been singularly realised, that ber, from which I was only aroused by my for you the promotion, and you will be gazetted he might

servant's entrance to my room. The instant í for the lieutenant-colonelcy of your regiment • Live in a blaze, and in a blaze expire.' awoke I sat up in bed, and began to reflect on on Tuesday. I ain not to be told that you It is at least a striking coincidence, that the what had passed, and for a moment to doubt called at the Horse-guards, in your way to your statesman, whose dying measure was to mature whether it had not been all a dream. How- uncle's yesterday, to ascertain the correctness an alliance for the deliverance of Greece, should, ever, it was daylight; the period had arrived of the report of the vacancy which you had when a boy, have written English verses on the when the proof of my newly acquired power received crom your friend Macgregor ; or that slavery of that country, and that in his prize might be made. • Barton,' said I to my man, you, elated by the prospect before you, were poem at Oxford, on the Pilgrimage to Mecca, why were you not at bome last night?' “I the person, in fact, to suggest the arrangement a composition as much applauded as a modern had to wait, sir, nearly three hours,' he re- which has been made, and promise your uncle Latin poem can aspire to be, he should have as plied, “for an answer to the letter which you to smooth me over' for the present.' “Sir,' bitterly deplored the lot of other renowned sent to Niajor Sheringham.” . That is not said Sheringham, where you picked up this countries, now groaning under the same bar- true,' said I ; and, to my infinite surprise, I intelligence I know not; but I must say, that barous yoke.

appeared to recollect a series of occurrences, of such mistrust, after years of undivided inti. Nunc Satrapæ imperio et sævo subdita Turcæ.

which I never had previously heard, and could macy, is not becoming, or consistent with the To conclude :- he was a man of fine and have known nothing : you went to see your character which I hitherto supposed you to brilliant genius, of warm affections, of high sweetheart, Betsy Collyer, at Camberwell, and possess. When by sinister means the man we and generous spirit; a statesman, who, at home, took her to a tea-garden, and gave her cakes look upon as a friend descends to be a spy upon converted most of his opponents into warm sup- and cider, and saw her home again : you mean our actions, confidence is at an end, and the porters; who, abroad, was the sole hope and to do exactly the same thing on Sunday, and sooner our intercourse ceases, the better. With. trust of all who sought an orderly and legal to-morrow you mean to ask me for your quar- out some such conduct, how could you become liberty; and who was cut off in the midst of ter's wages, although not due till Monday, in possesserl of the details upon which you have vigorous and splendid measures, which, if exe- order to buy her å new shawl.' The man grounded your opinion of my conduct? I cuted by himself, or with bis own spirit, pro stood aghasti it was all true. I was quite as and her again was a temptation to confess and

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« Love's Calendar.

sort of connexion, that we may not lose our fice it, Major Sheringham, to say, I know it; That courtship gay is Lady Day,

right of appeal en cas de besoin." and, moreover, I know, that when you leave

My pretty maid, you teach your lover;

We will not amplify these examples, nor

But marry not, or you'll discover, me, your present irritation will prompt you to That Lady Day, most strange to say,

give a whining address to a lock (or supposed go to your uncle and check the disposit ion he Will then become no Quarter day."

lock) of Buonaparte's hair, about which the feels at this moment to serve me.' "This is


author is wonderfully enthusiastic; but we

To a Critic who quoted an isointerl passage, and then too much, sir,' said Sheringham ; this. must

will extract his idea of the young Duke of

declared it unintelligible. be our last interview, unless indeed your un. Most candid critic! what if I,

Reichstadt. guarded conduct towards me, and your intem. By way of joke, pluck out your eye,

" I have met with extracts from a work in perate language concerning me, may ren« ler one

And holding up the fragment cry,

which the character of this young man is de.

• Ha, ha! that men such fools should be! more meeting necessary; and so, sir, he re ends

Behold this shapeless mass !-and he

picted in those strong colours which universal our acquaintance.' Saying which, Sheri ogham, Who own'd it drearnt that it could see !

continental report ascribes to him. That cha.

The joke were mighty analyticwhose friendship even to my enlightened eye

But should you like it, candid critic?"

racter does, in fact, already excite the hopes was nearly as sincere as any other man's,


of his well-wishers--but these are few-and quitted my room, fully convinced of my mean- Svans sing before they die-'lwere no bad thing

the fears of his enemies--who are many. '11 ness and unworthiness : my heart sant: within Did certain persons die before they sing."

n'a que trop d'esprit-he is but too clever,' is me when I heard the door close upon him for If Coleridge had, like us, been obliged to an opinion which I have heard announced by the last time. I now possessed the power I had read all the poetry in all the Annuals, this French royalists; while others profess to an. so long desired, and in less than an hour had lost couplet must have been turned still more pun- ticipate as certain his future exaltation to the a valued friend and a faithful servant. Never- gently.

throne of France." theless, Barton had told me a falsehood, and She

Risum teneatis about this trop d'esprit ? ringham was gazetted on the Tuesday night.” Transchenane Memoirs. By J. R. Best, Esq. has not seen the pride of Munich—its literary

Our traveller admits, and regrets, that he A lady's case next occurs, but frorn this we must abstain, and only copy a little of the less We had occasion in two several Literary Ga. its palaces for the fine arts; but he says that

8vo. Pp. 218. Longman and Co.

institutions, to which he might well have added particular results. “I went into the Water-colour Exlıibition at commendation of a former work of the present uncomfortableness, I thus answered a professor zettes for December 1826, to speak in terms of

“ being seized with a fit of insurmountable Charing-cross; there I heard two artists com

writer,* an English Catholic, long resident plimenting each other, while their hearts were bursting with mutual envy. The re, too, 1 abroad, and a relation of the gentleman whose in one

of the colleges, who had the goodness to works on France and Italy we reviewed not he, you have not seen the royal picture gal.

press me to defer my departure. But,' said found a mild, modest-looking lady, listening to

| long since. the bewitching nothings of her husband's para has now sustained the reputation which his lery: The floor is now encumbered by I

, and admittance has preceding Memoirs acquired for him. The and abruptly turn away from him with every work is in a half-gossiping, half-sentimental besides, the paintings of Munich, however fine appearance of real indignation, tha": she had at that very moment mentally resolved to elope style, with a tendency to be lachrymose

about they may be, are less anxiously thought of by

one who is acquainted with every gallery of with him the following night. In Hardings We pointed out in our notice of his relation's modern statues ?I have studied all Canova's Buonaparte, and waspish about Protestantism.

Italy.' "You have not seen Canova's fine shop I found authors congregaterl to laugh his neighbour's weak point, and inake it sub-tinual snarling in which he indulged himself lection of ancient marbles? I have often the sultry hours away,' each watching to catch performance, who became a convert from the Re

most beautiful models in his own Roman workformed to the Roman Catholic worship, the con

shop.' “You have not seen the extensive colject matter of mirth in his evening's conver. when an opportunity offered (or, indeed, when stumbled overthe precious marbles that formerly sation. I saw a viscount help his

father out it did not offer), at the established religion of adorned the imperial halls, and that now imof his carriage with every mark of duty and his native country; and we have something of veneration, and knew that he was actually the same kind to observe of Mr. J. K. Best

. pede the cultivation of the vegetables that languishing for the earldom and estates of the

spring up amongst the tottering ruins of the venerable parent of whose health he was ap

once-more herbosa Palatia.' The professor

" The facade of the Protestant cathedral is parently taking so much care. At Howell and

smiled, and I left Munich.” James's I saw more than I could tell, if I had of a fine Gothic architecture. I wished to see

We will not, however, part with our friend the interior of the church, and walked round ten times the space afforded me that I have; and

on ill terms : he writes with great ease, in a I coricluded my tour by dropping in at the to all its doors : I found them all shut

. The pleasant style ; tells his stories in a light, flip

I may men seemed to prefer nature to art, and were Protestants ! did chance to escape from my servation ; but he skims the surface of his National Gallery, where the ladies and gentle- be excused if the exclamation, Den these pant way; and amuses, if he instructs not.

We do not find depth of research or acute obactively employed in looking at the pictures, disappointed lips. But I do assure the Pro- tour on a light and buoyant wing, and the and thinking of themselves.

Oh! it was a strange time then, when every man's heart testant reader that it was uttered without any mere flapping of his pinions has something joyous was open to me, and I would sit, and see, and feeling of ill-will; that it broke forth in a mo- about it. We give another extract or two at hear, all that was going or, and know the would have told me that my curses were superment of unthinking peevishness; for reflection

random. workings of the inmost feelings of my asso

“ Reader,-excuse the familiarity of my ad. fluous.” ciates : however, I must not detain the reader

To which is added, in a subsequent page

dress, in favour of the good intentions which with reflections." He refuses a challenge, because he foresees shutter, whom I so kindly damned a few pages to be tucked under, or, at least, to fall down

“ And let me tell the Protestant church. prompt it,-have you ever known the incon

veniences of having bed-clothing too narrow he will kill his antagonist, and is disgraced as back, that the power of entering a church at and cover the edges of the mattresses ? Unless a coward ; he kicks his tailor for imposing on all times is a great consolation to the really you can resign yourselves to such beds, beware him, and is punished at the police office ; in

religious person. short, his misadventures prove that

On seeing an open door, of visiting Germany. Oh, ye good housewives

even the thoughtless worldling may sometimes of England ! what would ye say, were ye to. Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise ;

be tempted to enter, and a saddening, solacing behold these bedsteads, three feet and a half and the tale ends as should do ; but as we

balm may be unexpectedly cast over his petty; broad, on the mattresses of which lies one sheet shall not anticipate for those readers who seek his piteously petty pursuits. This, I well

of the usual breadth, while the only covering it entire in its own location. Of Lord Nor-know, is not according to the language of the

prepared for the astonished traveller consists in manby's delightful story we have not left our- age. That age, whether Protestant or Catho, what the French call a pique,-a quilt lined selves room to say any thing, and therefore lic, is too enlightened for every-day prayers! with wool, enclosed in a movable bag, like a hasten to conclude our notice of this extremely Why should we call upon the Divinity to wit- pillow-case

, and which, being scarcely'ever as rich Annual with two or three of its minutest ness our smooth, egotistically-complacent caleaflets-epigrams.

reer ? Is religion made for the children of long as the bed, leaves an opening at the bot“ Hoarse Mævius reads his hobbling verse prosperity? in adversity we will wildly cry Germans think conducive to health : moreover,

tom for the feet to protrude beyond,—this the To all, and at all times;

and rave, and fancy that we are praying; but its breadth being exactly the same as that of And finds them both divnely smooth,

so long as fortune smiles upon us, we surely do the upper mattress, it is unavoidably shaken

sufficient, when we pay our unmeaning weekly off by him who has not practised in his bed the But folks say Mævius is no ass; But Mavius makes it :lear

devoirs to the Divinity, in order to keep up a stillness that awaits him in the grave ! Sueh * Transalpine Memoirs,

is the covering used in Germany during sum

Ex. gr.

His voice as well as rhymes.

That he's a monster of an ass

An ass without an our


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" Tiroli. mer. In winter it exchanged for a sheet | able and calm. There is no improbability in

Rushin g, like uncurbed passion, through the rocka and the feather-bed,' which, from the small- the supposition, that Milton, in describing the

Which it has riven with a giant's strength, ness of its dimensions, is equally ill calculated person of our first parent, had that of Cromwel Down (ame the gushing waters, heaped with foam, to afford warmth to him who tosses himself in his recollection :

Like m elted pearl, and filling the dark woods

With thiunder tuned to music. beneath it-wishing that he had the same

In his looks divine
power with which Italian polichinels are en-
The image of his glorious Maker shone,

When last I gazed, fair Tivoli,
Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure,

U pon those falls of thine,
dowed that of drawing in his legs, and, in
Whence true authority in men

A nother step was by my side,

Another hand in mine:
some measure, jumping down his own throat.” This fair large front and eyes sublime, declared
“ A friend of mine travelling through
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks

And, mirrored in those gentle eyes,
Round from his parted forehead manly hung,

To me thou wert a paradise.
France during summer, ordered his servant
Clustering, yet not beneath his shoulders broad."

I've smiled to see her sweet lips move, to wake him at six o'clock in the morning.

Yet not one accent hear, Now this, so far from being the language of Lost in thy mighty waterfall, When at that hour the man entered the bed.

Although we were so dear, room, his master inquired, “What sort of history, is the language of enthusiasm. No

wonder that a beholder should be unable to My breath was fragrant with the air weather is it?' The sleepy servant drew open assign any reason for being afraid at the fea

The rose-wreath gave she wont to wear. what, in the dark, appeared to him a window. tures in a miniature ! the thing is absurd, ex

How often have we past the noon

Ber eath thy pine-trees' shade, shutter, and replied, “Monsieur, il ne fait

When arching bough, and dark green leaf, point de tems ; et il sent le fromage_Sir, there cept when fancy usurps the place of judgment ;

A natural temple made; is no weather at all; and it smells of cheese." of Cromwel is at issue with every contemporary and, besides, this eulogy upon the countenance Haunt of some young divinity,

And more than such she seemed to me. He had opened a waiter's store cupboard.” description, whether of friends or foes.

So very fair, oh! how I blest It will hardly be expected in a Review like The gentle southern clime, History of the Commonwealth of England, from ours, however, that we should enter upon the

Thai to the beauty of her cheek

Had brought back summer time. its Commencement to the Restoration of Charles numerous points which the author offers for

Alas! 'twas but a little while,the Second. By William Godwin. 4 vols. examination or controversy: all that we can

The promise of an April smile. 8vo. London, 1828. Colburn.

Agair her clear brow turned too clear; do is simply to express our opinion of the geneThis work has just been completed: Vol. I., ral nature of the performance, and leave its

Her t right cheek turned too bright;

And l er eyes, but for tenderness, published in 1824, contained the Civil War; details to those who have space for more ela

Had t een too full of light. --Vol. II., in 1826, brought events to the borate criticism. We give Mr. Godwin credit

It was as if her beauty grew

More leavenly as it heavenward drew. death of Charles I. ;_Vol

. III., in 1827, came for the integrity of his purpose and for the Long years have past, and toil and care to the Protectorate ;—and the last vol., which industry of his research; to the latter of

Have sometimes been to me, appeared a few days since, concludes the de- which we owe some new lights on this interest

What in my earliest despair

I dreani't not they could be; sign.

ing period of our national annals. But we But here the past comes back again, That “ the opponents of Charles !: fought feel at every turn the bias of the writer's Oh! why so utterly in vain? for liberty, and had no alternative,” is the mind, in spite of himself; and we cannot

I stood here in my happy days, dogma which the author sets out to prove; accord him the meed of being an unprejudiced

And every thing was fair;

I stand now in my altered mood, and while we have no doubt that he directed historian. At the same time we ought to do And mai vel what they were. his inquiries conscientiously, and arrived at justice to his enlarged and liberal ideas upon

Fair Tivoli, to me the scene his convictions in what appeared to him to be

No longer is what it has been. inany topics of the highest public and political the most honest and unprejudiced manner, importance; and to say that his work is a solid

There is a change come o'er thy hills,

A shadon o'er thy sky; we have as little hesitation in thinking that proof of great endowments and abilities. The

The shadow is from my own heart, there is much more of the partisan than of the last chapter, in particular, a coup-d'ail over

The chanze in my own cye:

It is our feelings give their tone impartial historian in this work. Indeed, the government of Cromwel, does honour to To whatsc e'er we gaze upon. there are few of the important questions em- the author's talents.

Back to the stirring world again, braced by the discussion, which do not seem

Its turnult and its toll; to be strongly tinged with the political feelings

Better to tread the roughest path,

Than such a haunted soil: of Mr. Godwin. Charles I. is all treachery and The Bijou ; an Annual of Literature and the

Oh! wherefore should I break the sleep perfidy; the regicides have every thing to Arts. pp. 288. London, 1829. Pickering. of thoughts whose waking is to weep. excuse, if not to justify them. An attempt of We cannot say that the Annual now before us Yes, thou art lovely, but, alas!

Not lovely a; of yore, the king to escape from imprisonment is a takes a superior literary rank: there is too

And of thy beauty I but ask crime ; the most flagitious act of Cromwel is much in it of mediocrity, and not enough that To look on it no more. an error of judgment. In short, there is an rises above it. The Family of Sir Thomas More

Earth does not hold a spot for me

So sad as thou, fair Tivoli." obvious leaning to the republican and revolu- is, however, a very interesting sketch; and the tionary party throughout; and all the writers Stranger Patron, by W.J. Thoms, an uncom.

The next, from the same hand, is of a tone on that side are relied upon as decisive autho. mon and affecting 'story. Mr. John Bird also unusual to her lute. It is entitled the Feast rities, while the statements of their opponents deserves mention, both for prose and verse of an of Life. are sifted and rejected. appropriate order; and Messrs. Shee, Proctor,

“ I bid thee to my mystic feast,

Each one thou lovest is gathered there; The protector is the hero of the scene; and Bowles, J. Montgomery, Hogg, W. Frazer, &c.

Yet put thou on a mourning robe, to what a pitch of admiration Mr. Godwin for contributions in extent of a minor character, And bind the cypress in thy hair. carries his view of that extraordinary cha- but well suited to make up the agreeable mis. The hall is vast, and cold, and drear :

The board with faded flowers is spread; racter, may be gathered from the following cellany of one of these publications. Mrs.

Shadows of beauty flit around, remarks on his personal appearance :-“ Per- Hemans has done little here; but, by way of But beauty from which bloom has fied; haps the only portrait of Cromwel that pre- amends, there are several charming little poems And music echoes from the walls, sents to us an image of his mind, is the minia. by L. E. L. As this delightful child of song But music with a dirge-like sound:

And pale and silent are the guests, ture by Cooper, of which there is a good print has written but few things this year in the

And every eye is on the ground. in the early copies of Kimber's Life of the Annuals, of which she has hitherto been so Here, take this cu, though dark it seem, Protector, published in 1724. The eye is liberal a supporter, and as what was said of And drink to huinen hopes and fears;

'Tis from their native element steady, vigilant, resolute, pregnant with ob- Goldsmith may truly be said of her, " she

The cup is filled--t is of tears. servation. The lips are compressed and firm, touches nothing which she does not adorn,"

What! turnest than with averted brow? yet visibly adapted to convey emotion and by the freshness, purity, and beauty of her Thou scornest this poor feast of mine, feeling. The brow is large, and indicative of thoughts, we shall gratify the lovers of poesy And askest for a purple robe, a capacious spirit. Authority is in every fea- by exemplifying the Bijou from her com.

Light words, glad miles, and sunny wine. ture, without assumption, without affectation; positions. The fine imagination which could

In vain, the veil has left thine eyes,

Or such these woull have seemed to thee: and there is a grave and composed air over the immediately suggest such a theme as we now Before thee is the Fenst of Life, whole, that speaks the early religious habits copy to illustrate a print of Tivoli, needs

But life in its reallta!" of his mind. There is somewhat in the aspect no praise from us, but that we desire to take Mont Blanc, by the same, is even more po. that impresses awe on the beholder, at the the opportunity of paying that tribute which etical; and were we only to cou ult the adorn. same time that we are unable to assign to our we have so much pleasure in continuing to ment of our Gazete, we would add it to selves a reason why we should be afraid. We one whose first productions were made known these sweet examples of female genius. To be observe power, but nothing that bespeaks a through our page, and whose growing fame admirers of such povers is an offence in no tendency to the improper use of it. We ob- gratifies us so much by confirming our early critic; and we bave, perhaps, some pride in serve superiority, not imperious, but unalter. opinions and high expectations.

our partiality, becaue it Aatters our discern.

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