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They see not what the wise might see,
Yet man to mournful blindness given
SONNET, WRITTEN IN INDIA.
NIGHT AND MORNING.
THE moon was shrouded; cold, continuous rain
Of beauty is restored, and Care's brief reign is done !
The timid Spring stealing
Through light and perfume,
His beauty and bloom;
With fruit-treasures crowned,
His snow-wreaths around;
A charm on the earth,
And holiest mirth.
SONG. A GLoRIOUs fate is thine, fair Maid 1 The green earth and the sky Nor bear an ill, nor cast a shade
To dim thine azure eye.
Thy soul is flashing o'er thy face,
Beneath the morning ray.
My path was lone, and all around
And life had not a sight or sound
But now my darker dreams depart,
A light is on my raptured heart,
ON FOUR COMIC CHARACTERS:
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, DON QUIXOTE, SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY
The finest comic characters that human genius has yet fami
liarized to the imagination of mankind, are Sir John Falstaff,
Don Quixote, Sir Roger de Coverley, and My Uncle Toby. He
who has once become acquainted with these unrivalled intellectual creations, (as substantial as flesh and blood,) has increased the number of his associates with four delightful beings, who will never leave him while he breathes the breath of life. These comic personages are not like the slight and vulgar sketches of ordinary nature or of mere manners, that we generally meet with in the page of fiction, and which
“Come like shadows, so depart.”
The majority of modern novelists perplex us with shadowy
shapes that leave no trace behind them, but these four characters
are as distinct to our apprehension as living creatures, and have an individuality founded upon general nature that renders them equally intelligible and pleasing to all times and nations. It is strange that no critic has yet thought of bringing into
contact and comparison these masterpieces of comic genius. In
the hope that some writer who has more ability for the task,
may be induced to pursue the subject further, we venture to offer the following very imperfect remarks and illustrations. It is interesting to remember, that Shakespeare and Cervantes
were contemporaries, and that they finished their mortal career