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down on his own threshold under a paralytic affection. some important remarks as to the effects of missionary Is-The tutor awakened as from a dream. He saw his patron bours in America. He has also detailed several strange dead, and that his patron's only remaining child, an elderly religious controversies. woman, now neither graceful nor beautiful, it she had ever
We may farther observe, that been either the one or the other, had by this calamity be though the letters abound with puerile sentiment and uncome a homeless and penniless orphan. 'He addressed her couth diction, they occasionally afford a pretty vivid idea nearly in the words which Dominie Sampson uses to Miss of the manners and habits prevalent in our North AmeBertram, and professed his determination not to leave her. rican territories, which had hitherto been but imperfectly Accordingly, roused to the exercise of talents which had described. long slumbered, he opened a little school, and supported his patron's child for the rest of her life, treating her with the same humble observance and devoted attention which he had used towards her in the days of her prosperity. Such
Portugal Illustrated. In a series of Letters by the Rev. is the outline of Dominie Sampson's real story, in which
W. M. Kinsey, B.D., &c. Embellished with a map, there is neither romantic incident nor sentimental passion ; plates of coins, vignettes, modinhas, and various enbut which, perhaps, from the rectitude and simplicity of gravings. Second Edition. London. Published for character which it displays, may interest the heart and fill the Author, by Treuttel & Wurtz, Treuttel, jun. & the eye of the reader as irresistibly, as if it respected dis- Richter. 1829. tresses of a more dignified or refined character."-Pp.xxix. --xxxi.
(Second notice.) The Introduction occupies altogether about thirty pages. OPORTO was, at the time of our author's visit, the There are few new notes throughout the volume.
head-quarters of the constitutionalist, as Lisbon of the absolute party. He describes the manners of the inhabitants as borrowed from the English, who are there more
numerous and considerable than at Lisbon. We have Letters from Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, illustra- heard it remarked by continental wits, that an English
tive of their Moral, Religious, and Physical Circum- man carries his tea-kettle with him wherever he goes stances, during the years 1826, 27, and 28. Edinburgh. to the top of Mont Blanc, or into the deserts of Africa. Waugh and Innes. 1829.
Mr Kinsey's account of the British at Oporto would From the title-page of the present work, we naturally their social system is equally inseparable from them :-
lead us to believe that a much less amiable appendage of expected it would have contained a good deal of additional information regarding two of our most important North resident merchants, who contribute to a public stock, so
“ The British Factory at Porto is an association of the American Colonies. In this, however, we have been much upon each pipe of wine which they ship off for Engconsiderably disappointed. Its author seems, in a great land, for the purpose of giving public entertainments to permeasure, to have imagined, that having travelled a cer- sons of their own class, and to the Portuguese families of tain number of miles through an interesting country, he consequence, such as balls in the winter, and occasional dinwas thereby sufficiently qualified for writing an agree- ners at the Factory-house. The house was built by public able and instructive narrative. But a traveller's duties contribution of the wine merchants, at the time Mr White are somewhat more arduous and extensive. If he seldom head was the British Consul at Porto; but it was imposindulges in original thinking, he should avoid monoto- materials
, and amorig whom ideas and principles were so
sible that such a body of people, composed of such opposite nous detail;—if he refrain from the discussion of import entirely at variance, could long hold together in the bonds ant political questions, he should omit the relation of of uninterrupted amity. Accordingly, some persons, moved commonplace incidents;—if he never be profound or phi- by spleen, quitted the society abruptly; some withdrew losophical, he should uniformly be consistent and acute. their names gradually, and would no longer appear as memWe do not mean to say that our author has altogether bers; and others were expelled on the ground of uufitness. overlooked these rules ; but he too frequently manifests a
By degrees, the most considerable of the British merchants discursive propensity, which hurries him away from the appropriated to themselves the entire and exclusive manage
ment of the whole concern, Those who retained the suconsideration of some important subject, to indulge in perintendence of affairs, were denominated the • Ins,' while dull gossiping and trifling dialogue. For example, we the seceders and rejected were obliged to endure the appellaare introduced in one place to a loquacious dame, who en- tion of Outs.' li is much to be questioned whether the ters into a long discussion with an Episcopalian clergy- memorable factions of the Guelphs and Ghibelines were atman as to her reasons for becoming a Methodist, in con- tended with consequences half so important to the state of sequence of which the English divine is about to enter society as this disruption between the original members of into a furious vindication of his principles, when at this
the Factory at Porto.” important juncture, “ a young lady began to sing the
This is Almack's imitated, on a small scale. Mr Kinbeautiful verses of Home, sweet home !"" which com- sey quotes the following remarks, on the appearance of pletely pacified the irritated pastor. Then we have a
Porto, from an earlier visitor : commentary upon the rules of carving, by a captain, who,
“When the traveller suddenly beholds a large city, with according to his own confession, was placed in a sad pre- innumerable churches and towers, on the side of a steep dicament, by being asked to cut up a fowl.
mountain, between rocks that seem torn asunder, surround
ed by rude mountains, adorned with gardens, churches, and too proud to confess his inability. He began the work other edifices, interspersed with pine woods, and looks with all his might, but his efforts to find the joints were down on a fine and rapid stream, covered with ships, amid fruitless.” Again, in the midst of a magnificent descrip- scenes of human activity that occupy a spot designed by nation of American scenery, Dr politely asks our ture for the haunts of wild beasts,-he is at once astonished author, “' Have you been in the Netherlands ?' and delighted with the prospect; the impression of which plied in the negative. “Oh! then-Let us go into this is rendered still more lively by his vicinity to the objects, mansion, and get a glass of milk: I feel exceedingly
as the stream is far from broad, and the valley very nar
row.” thirsty.' We fear our author has sometimes forgotten moral,
The description of Mr Kinsey's residence, while he rereligious, and physical circumstances,” in bis zeal to re
mained in the city, is as follows: cord private exploits. We refrain from examining mi
“ The windows of the garden front of our host's residence nutely the general principles of emigration which he ad- open into a large area, filled with a variety of Brazilian duces. How far the security and happiness of states are extended on a trellis of considerable lingth, bearing a pro
plants, easily distinguished by their gaudy colours; vines promoted by applying their internal resources to the for- fusion of purple bunches ; superb lemon trees, sweet and mation of distant and separate colonies, is a question of sour; lime and orauge trees, bending under the weight of very dubious policy. Our author has furnished us with their golden fruit; with pear trees, and apples, and plums,
“ He was
and Alpine strawberries growing in the greatest luxuriance. three sides of it, as a defence for its inhabitants against the The Indian cane, with its splendid blossom, whose colour heat and variations of the atmosphere.' resembles that of the Guernsey, or rather, the Chinese lily, The inhabitants of these pretty, innocent-looking dwellis a great addition to the gay ornaments of this terrestrial ings, are not, it seems, men to be trifled with : paradise. It was delightful during the heat, when it be- “ No act of aggression can possibly give the owner of a came impossible to mount the steep streets of Porto, to en- vineyard so much offence, as taking the liberty to pluck his jor a lounge under the canopy formed by the vine, imper- grapes without permission. Throughout the whole of the rious as it was to the noon-tide ray.”
wine-country, the precaution is adopted of fencing in the Let us now take a peep at the inhabitants of this plea- vineyards, on those sides lying contiguous to the roads, with sant town:
a light frame-work composed of arundo-donax, covered “ The industry of the Porto artisans is quite
remarkable with furze, to secure the grapes from the grasp of the passScarcely an idle person is seen in the streets. Persons who ing traveller. In most of the detached vineyards there is a follow similar trades generally inhabit the same district of small hut made of reeds, which is generally placed on an the town; and thus, while the booksellers and the shoe- elevated spot, commanding the whole extent of the vinemakers are pursuing the noiseless tenor of their way in their yard, whence an intruder may be quite sure that he will be own exclusive streets, the brasiers, the ironmongers, and fired upon without any previous notice, or the tedious prothe block-tin manufacturers, enjoy, apart, the harmony of cess of a discussion by word of mouth.” their respective trades. Flake, cut in slices and fried in oil
The scenery changes as our traveller glides down the on the quays, is the ordinary food of the sailors, and is wash- Douro : ed down with a little north-country wine, which may be had in the contiguous wine-houses at a very moderate price. be dangerous when the river is swollen, for even in its pre
“We now began to meet the falls. They must indeed We have often amused ourselves with observing the sailors sent state we shot down these roaring rapids with the ceeither consuming huge slices of water-melons, or themselves lerity of lightning, occasionally enjoying the agreeable sendressing their sardinhas on little brasiers containing char- sation of bumping against some sunken rock, and only escamwal, round which they are seen in large groups squatted on ping collision with the shore by the activity and quick-sighttheir hams, in a state of semi-nudity, with their red woollen. edness of the man at the prow, who managed his long pole night-caps and swarthy complexions, resembling a party of with most laudable dexterity. Those who have had temeCaribbee Indians. "What would the fashionables of our rity sufficient to dare the descent at Paris of the Montagnes own metropolis say to the taste of the day at Porto, where Russes, may conceive the delight with which nervous tragentlemen's carriages are frequently dragged up the steep and vellers commit their precious persons to these fearful cataalmost precipitous streets by a yoke of oxen to the Opera
The stunning noise of the headlong current; the house! The custom is said to have originated in necessity; quick and vehement vociferations of the boatmen; the rawhen the French laid requisition upon all the hidalgos' and pidity of the stream, increasing as the scene of difficulty is Fealthy persons' horses, and thus reduced them to the em- approached, all concur in exciting the lively apprehensions ployment of this Smithfield rather than Newmarket team.
of the timid and inexperienced traveller, and occasion an inIo Portuguese houses, the kitchen is generally situated at the top of the house, so that we are become quite accustomed voluntary shudder even after the dangers have been safely
• The woods which overhang the rocky banks to the expression which so much astounded us at first, of the river abound with turtie-doves and nightingales. bring down the dinner,' instead of serve the dinner up.'
The sylvan scenery of the Douro principally consists of The number of monks in Porto and the neighbouring pine, oak, chestnut, and olive-trees, intermixed with which coavents is rated at 5000. But we must leave Oporto, are occasionally seen cork-trees, and a profusion of myrtles and accompany our traveller in his voyage down the adorning the wild with white blossoms. In many places Douro. Coimbra, with all its learning, we shall leave the rocks assume the most grotesque and varied appearance,
in singular forms and odd shapes. There is indeed a wildun visited, for our anxiety is, to show our reader the country as well as the town. The boat in which they made rude masses appear to have been thrown into their present
ness about this rock-scenery, which is almost terrific. The the voyage is thus described :
state of confusion by some awful convulsion of nature; and “Our little bark had a complement of five men, one of in some cases their dark appearance would induce the supwhom, apparently the patrone, took charge of the helm. position that they had been but recently cast up from the The tiller is necessarily very long, and the blade of the rud- blazing crater of a neighbouring volcano.” der, formed, at its extremity, into a shape resembling the But we must shut the book, or we shall never have starp-edged oar of a sculler, is extended to a considerable done ; only let us in justice add, that the engravings and leagth, being nothing better, however, than a large log of embellishments are numerous and interesting. wood roughly hewn. Its length and form, however, enable the steersmen to guide the boat securely between rocks that often approach each other so closely as almost to block up the navigation of the river, and to turn it round in an
MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE, instant, as though it moved on a pivot, whenever the man, who is stationed, in difficult parts of the channel, at the head of the boat, with a long pole to keep it steady in its course,
A TRIP TO INNERLEITHEN. may give notice of approaching a sunken rock. One man takes an oar by the steerer, and two are employed in the By Charles Doyne Sillery, Member of the Saint Ronan's fore-part with oars, which they work standing up; and they
Border Club. are occasionally assisted by the fifth man, whose duty it is,
“ March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale; as just described, to aid in giving a safe direction to the
Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? course of the vessel ; and they are, from time to time, re
March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, lieved by the two men who have been employed in the
All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border 1" stern."
Hail! Muses, hail ! and so on; but at present The view from the river strikes us as pleasing :
I have no time for compliment. Parnassus “ Within the distance of a league from the point of our embarkation, we passed under the vine-clad bill of Cam- Must be forsaken for a space—one hasn't braës, whose towering height is seen from the elevated
Sublimity when writing about glasses, grounds above Pezo, bounding the line of the horizon to the
And mountaineer, and shepherd clown, and peasant, south. The farm houses and cottages of the vine-dressers, Wrestling and running among whins and grasses ; prettily scattered here and there among the green vineyards, But yet, old maids ! impart to me, a ranger, and dazzling the sight with their snow-white walls, resem- Some of the spirit of the Bard of Benger. ble at a distance the residences of the peasantry in Wales, placed on the gentle declivities of their hills; and, in some Now to the field !- the crimson pennons wave, respects, the chalets of the Swiss herdsmen in their con
Lo, what a mob is there-all Innerleithen ! struction, the ground tier being appropriated to the reception of cattle, or for the stowage of their wine-vats, while The beautiful, the gentle, and the brave, the lodging rooms on the upper floor are approached by a
The high, the low, the rich, the poor, the wee thin wooden staircase, attached to the outside ot' the building, Rosy-cheek'd lassy, and the lusty knave, under a projecting roof, A covered gallery also runs round Rustic and polish'd— Christian, Jew, and heathen;
All sects, all kinds, all countrymen,-I never
The steeple chase was last,-George Laidlaw first,Saw such a sight-Saint Ronan's Club for ever!
A race right tiresome up the Curlie hill.
Some cried, “ Wha has it?" others roar'd, “ Wha's worst?" The piper skirls, “ Blue Bonnets o'er the Border !"
Hogy sigh'd, “ The rain comes doon like ony millThe patriot's heart beats high—“Well done! well done!” | Dam-faith, the callant rins as he would burst !" Now for the sports, and in their glorious order
Said Mr Brodie,“ So I think he will."I dash them into deathless verse. What fun
“ Nae fears—nae fears," Hogg answerd;" he's gude stuff, We had that day,-old Scotia laugh'd, -oh Lord! her And faith he has't, man !— Brodie, gie's a snuff.”
Mountains for very joy sang to the sun. If perfect pleasure can be found on earth,
But hark, the dinner bell !-away! away! 'Tis where the Border gave her brave Club birth.
Where's Hogg ?-where's - Phoo! where's all the
club?- At dinner. First came the quoits—see how they fly and glitter This is a glorious scene! How dense ! how gay! In the bright sun, like lovely little planets ;
How numerous !—I do believe all InnerThe swallows from their cloud-built castles twitter- Leithen is here, in cramming, crush'd array.
The rustic swains, with their green cloaks and bannets, Lo, what a wilderness of fowls ! _“Ye sinner, Crowd round the happy victor_sure a fitter
Sit up!" cried Hogg, “ I canna see Lord Napier ; Fountain for pleasure could ne'er be.--0! man, it's I wush to God they'd listen to the Crupier !" A glorious thing to stand on the brown heather, And see so many happy souls together.
Behold the table !-like a horse's shoe
Behold the viands smoking to the ceilingHop-step-and-leap—ay, there they go! By Jupiter ! Behold the chairman, Mr Stewart, too
They stride as if their legs were Nature's compasses ; Traquair, our patron, on his right hand dealing « There's Robertson !"- :“ Stand back, stand back, sirs !” | Out vegetables, smiles, and wine ; then view -“ Noo, Peter,
Lord Napier, on the left, with every feeling
Of Caledonia's heavy-bellied, plump asses,
Another—“ Navy"_“ Army," and so on ;
Up, Mr Bell, and show your tongue to-day,– Ay, so it is," replied the Ettrick Shepherd ;
“ Professor Wilson ! long live he!” Well done! For Hogg was there in all his wonted glory.
All grieved full sore that he was then away; Can Ethiopian change his skin, or leopard
But I can safely say, there was not one Her spots ?- no more (to tell a faithful story)
But wish'd him all the joy life can impart Can Hogg forego the rapture, (though he keep hard In this wide world, and wish'd it from the heart.
At work all day,) encouraging the hoary, Old, hearty, healthy, weatherbeaten swain,
Now, fill a flowing bumper,” said the Chair ; To try his luck again, and o'er again.
“ All primed,” cried Hogg ; then Mr Stewart gave
“ Our noble patron, the Earl of Traquair !" But I digress, while Scougal whirls the hammer,
And then, most strange, the piper play'd, “ God save And throws it from him like a darting comet.
The King,”-a most extraordinary air ; “ How far was that ?"_“ Not to the mark."-“No!
And while the kilted veteran piped it brave, damn her!
The wine flow'd freely, and the room grew hot, She hurt my hand, and slipt like sand eel from it."
And all grew jovial then-and then what not? “ Try it again.”—“ Well done! that's just like glamour ! You'll win the prize, and stand on glory's summit."
Then songs were sung. “ Hand here the iron bullet; we must try
A youthful bard was there,
Whose health being drunk with all the honours, he Our luck at putting.”—“ Let us do or die."
Said, “ Gentlemen,"_and all the club did stare, Away the bullet flies !-" Ha! well done, Scott!
With mouths and eyes as wide as they could be
And “ Mr Chairman," and You've nearly broken the Secretary's legs, sir."
my Scott scratch'd his head, and answer'd, “ Na, I've not.”
I am no speaker, having been at sea,
But, in return, I'll sing a sailor's song."
Agreed ! agreed ! Bravo! your song! your song! Huzza! huzza! see how the rascals run !
Then sang the youth, the “ Tough old Commodore ;"
And then, in sooth, there was not one among “ Stand back !” bawld Hogg; “ Once !--Constables, I say,
The multitude, that did not ruff and roar Keep the crowd back-Twice !-Odd! we canna see
As loud as e'er he could : above the throng Clear the course- - Brodie, gar your baton play
Hogg bawl’d, “ Fine ! fine!”—Lord Napier, “ O! 'tis That'll do fine-noo tak a breath awee
hot!" Thrice !-0! ye deevils, fast! rin! rin away!
The chairman, “Bravo !"—the Earl,God knows what. They're oot o' sight already! back to me, My hearties—glorious ! round the pole! they leave it!
Thus pass'd the night--with song, and flowing bowl; Well done, Rob Laidlaw !-in! in .—Lord, ye have it !
All were so happy-all so kind and gay,
That 'twas a sight enough to raise the soul “ Noo mak'a ring.”—“ We shall," said Mr Stewart. Above its brittle tenement of clay, The ring is made—the wrestling just begun
Into celestial regions ! for the whole “ Odd, Anderson, I kent ye had a true heart ;
Met to be merry, and resolved were they You're the best wrestler underneath the sun !
To part good friends, ay, jovial glorious friends : Try it again, my chappy-odd, man, thoo art
And so they did
and thus that evening ends. A glorious fellow !- Is na this grand fun ?"Again he tried it-tried it till he had all
Next day-for think not, reader, all is overBelow his breast, so gaind the silver medal !
We took a ramble through the flowery country:
To do your best, and be a happy bard, For poesy has aye its ain reward !
Miss G- was there;-by heavens, how I do love her!
There was no view, with her there was not one tree Nor hill, nor river with its bowery cover,
On which I gazed-oak, birch, or ash, or row'n-tree, That did not give such rapture to my soul, That of my feelings I lost all control. Oh, women ! then thought I, are darling creatures !
Sare, all the world knows that I love them dearly; In the fair country all their heavenly natures
Expand mid flowers and sunshine.-Most sincerely Do I adore them; in their fairy features
My heart doth make her paradise, and merely
Farewell! thou “ bonny bush aboon Traquaire "
Farewell ! thou lovely landscape, wood and waterFarewell! my bonny lasses, young and fair
And oh! farewell! Miss G., Lord Dolour's daughter! When next I tread the braes and valleys there,
May no rude swain into his arms have caught her But oh! &c. Landlord ! let us see bills, For there's the coach about to start for Peebles.
Oh! that the Fates had placed me here-far, far
From the rude haunts, the hum, the shock of men, Where Peace and Passion are for aye at war ;
Here in this heathery, placid, lovely glen
The blessed golden hours of peace. Oh! then
The sun is down—the lamps are lit—the ball
Is sparkling with the brave, the young, the fair! Oh! what a glorious labyrinth in the hall !
Is Innerleithen deck'd in diamonds there? One would suppose, reviewing this, that all
Peebles, and Pennicuik, and Selkirk, were Crash'd into living billows : by the Powers! This is no solitude of rocks and flowers !
What fiddling, flirting, flourishing, and feasting!
What glittering, glancing, glowing groups of ladies ; No parley, sirs; no whispering, sirs; no resting ;
It puts me very much in mind of May-days In English villages, when Summer 's hasting
To deck sweet Nature, which so wondrous glad is Now here, now there, now round, now everywhere! This beats all powers of verse, I do declare.
In Peebles, fishing—'tis a glorious river !
The Tweed! the sport and pleasure of my childhood ; Oh! would to God I'd been a boy for ever !
How sweet it was to wander through each wild wood O'ershading its pure waters— Never, never
Can I feel what I felt so gay, so mild—would
My young heart had no sorrow-I was gay
That kiss'd thy crystal stream in innocent play,
To think how it hath alter'd--far away
But pours associations on my soul :
And I was once like them— The heavy roll
In Indian groves, from icy pole to pole,
To thee, oh Sloane! my Master and my Guide !
It is my glory now, it is my pride,
With kind, unwearied earnestness you tried
Once more, farewell, old Peebles ! There we fly To be what I have been I'd fain endeavour,
But that I never can be—no, not I;
Edina's Castle's glittering in the sky :
Thank God, the ball is over, and the room
Dark and deserted—I am fast asleep Hogg's scampering to Mount Benger o'er the broom;
And in the Tweed the stars are buried deep. Park swears “the Club have drunk his grog casks toom ;"
Then let them slumber with the other sheep : To-morrow morn, when each doth from his bed wake, Park, rest assured, he'll have a glorious headach. 'Tis here worth while to notice what folks say,
In Innerleithen, about “ being drunk :" “ As long as any man can lie (quoth they)
On the green grass, and haud by't, like the trunk
He is as sober as a cloister'd monk !"
The golden beams stream in a gush of glory-
The Lee Pen Hill, with its cairn'd summit hoaryThe Pirn Crag, where the Romans camp'd—the rills
Winding into the Tweed, with song and story-
CHAPTERS ON EDUCATION. By Derwent Conway, Author of " Solitary Walks through Many Lands,” « Personal Narrative of a Journey through Norway, Sweden, and Denmark,” gc.
CHAPTER V. The Views and Errors of the Sensibles. When I was a child, the order of nature was consulted; and reading was adapted to the different stages of infancy, childhood, and youth. I recollect all these gradations, and all with feelings of pleasure. At the period when “ Cinderella,” or “Little Red Riding Hood,” delighted me, the “ Arabian Nights' Entertainments” would have failed in fixing my attention; and, at an age when the latter had charms for me, I could have taken no pleasure in the books which are now put into the hands of children with the view of teaching them morality, and of in
Up, Deans! thou bard of Innerleithen ! stand
On Wallace' Hill, and with a poet's eye Behold the clear streams, and the laughing land,
And the blue, boundless, beautiful, bright sky! Nature will gently lead thee by the hand,
If thou but woo her truly-Oh! man, try
spiring a love of reading at the same time. It is truly a discoveries in heat and moisture,—or Mr Watt his inmighty plan which has been conceived by a coterie of Sen-provements on the steam-engine, without imagination, as sibles, with a few preachers and some booksellers at their Sir Walter Scott could, without that faculty, have writheels! It is indeed a prodigious design---to do away with ten bis Ivanhoe, or Southey, his Thalaba. Before reone of the four ages of man—to blot out childhood_and searches in any branch of natural science are begun, innato fill the world with prudent matronly ladies and sober- gination must have been at work. Newton did not sit minded gentlemen of twelve and fourteen years of age ! down to the calculations which ultimately demonstrated
The first and most important step in education is, to the truth of his system, until imagination had previously give to a child the desire of acquiring knowledge, without suggested the possibility of the results which he after. reference to any particular kind of knowledge ---a love of wards arrived at; nor, in truth, was any object ever reached, reading, without regard to the species of reading---objects either by reflection or experiment, without the exercise which are to be attained in no other way than by follow- of this faculty, both in suggesting the ultimate end, and ing the order which nature has established in the deve- the steps by which it was to be attained. Then turn to lopement of the faculties ; or, in plainer terms, by adapt- a survey of literature. It is not in poetry and fiction ing the reading by which education is conducted, to the only that the power of imagination is seen : There is faculties in the order in which nature successively deve- scarcely a prose writer of any eminence, the charm of lopes and matures them.
whose works does not owe more to imagination than to The framers of the new system have been actuated by the reasoning powers. Johnson, esteemed one of the two considerations; the one, that, by the old plan, foolish most profound among our writers, is even more remarkand false beliefs, and idle superstitions, gained admittance able for the excellence of his illustrations than for the to the infant mind; the other, that it is far more im- depth of his reasoning; and in the conversations related portant to cultivate the judgment than to improve the by Boswell, it is by the force and aptness of his illustraimagination : and to these considerations there was also tions, and neither by his great learning, nor by the perfecadded another motive,---that, by the new system, the mind | tion of his judgment, that he silences his opponents. might be led to virtue by presenting to it those models in “Women," says he, “ write indifferent poetry;" and then which virtue is taught by precept. Fully bent upon the he adds, “ A woman who writes poetry, is like a dog great work of preventing false beliefs and foolish thoughts walking on its hinder legs; it does it ill, but we are surfrom having any place in the infant mind,-of up-root- prised that it can do it at all.” The mere expression of the ing, if possible---at all events, of stinting the growth of--- opinion, that women write indifferent poetry, is nothing that faculty called imagination---which they looked upon | very striking or original, and will hardly be admitted, in as the enemy of judgment, and worthless in itself,---and our days, to the sober merit of being true ; but, backed of teaching the love of virtue, and the names of the letters by such an illustration, who is there, after Johnson had which compose the word, at one and the same time,---the spoken, and looked triumphantly round him, that dared Sensibles set themselves to the task of banishing from the to have attempted a reply? All illustration is the offinfant library all those fictitious relations which were spring of the imaginative faculty, and judgment does no conversant with the unreal world of fairies, and giants, more than approve the suggestion which imagination has and genii, and magicians. But no system ever originated made. Nor need I confine my survey to the field of letin so extraordinary a mistake as that of supposing, that In oratory, what is it that mainly captivates? injury is done to the mind by familiarizing it in youth What would Chatham, or Burke, or Sheridan, or Canwith unreal imagery. Is it of any importance that a ning, have been without imagination ? And if at this day child, five or six years of age, believes that the story of I were asked, what it is that makes Dr Chalmers the “ Little Red Riding Hood” is a true story? or that a Prince of Pulpit Orators, I would answer, imagination! pair of boots could be made, capable of taking seven leagues imagination !! Such is the faculty that is so despised, at every stride? Do the Sensibles suppose, that the child and which modern wisdom labours to extinguish. Had will, at ten or twelve, continue to believe in these fictions? the Sensibles lived two hundred years ago, we might or that the girl of sixteen, who, at twelve, may have been never have known “ Caliban," or seen “the Mask of Cocharmed with the story of “ Beauty and the Beast,” or mus ;” and in place of “ the Romance of the Forest," and “ Blue Beard,” will still retain a predilection for that Waverley," we must have been content with “ Selfspecies of reading ? For every era in life, a different kind Control,” and “ Discipline,” and “ May You Like It," of reading is adapted; and it is just as impossible that a and the tales and talkings of the Sensibles. child of eight should relish a sensible history, setting forth But by the new system, the Sensibles would mend the the beauty of virtue, as that the full-grown man or wo- morals, as well as improve the intellects, of the rising geman should give a preference to the fairy tales that de- neration : and so would I, if I but knew how to set about lighted their infancy. There is no reasonable ground of it. But is not a certain maturity of judgment required alarm that the taste of childhood shall continue to be that to comprehend the nature of a duty, or to understand the of after years; every year will bring a change along with value, and feel the authority, of those writings which are it; but the love of reading once acquired, it will continue the basis of all morality ? Refinements in morality may through life, and the description of reading will accom- be carried so far as to disturb our conceptions of its true modate itself to the changes which the human mind is
Such is the description of that ridiculous reconstantly undergoing in its progress towards maturity. finement which the Sensibles have declared for, in doing
away with the use of fables, upon the ground, that they CHAPTER VI.
inculcate falsehood, by making children believe that birds False Notions of the Sensibles with respect to the Imagina- and beasts can speak. Oh! most tender-conscienced of
moralists ! tive Faculty.
Was it ever known that a child cried be
cause the cat would not answer when spoken to ? It would But a second consideration, which has had its weight not, perhaps, be advisable that the morality of the ancients with the Sensibles, is, that, in their opinion, it is more should be taken as a guide ; but there were some shrewd important to instruct the judgment than to improve the men among them, who seem to have considered fables no imagination,—a fallacy, which originates in an entire bad method of instruction. Before leaving this part of misconception of the nature and uses of the imaginative the subject, let me briefly notice one other overstrained faculty. It may be id down as an incontrovertible po- refinement which has of late years been attempted to be sition, that in no one department has true greatness ever effected. Along with Infant Mythology, the innovators been attained where this faculty has not been pre-emi- would explode all those mirthful revellings, which, in bye
Sir Humphrey Davy could just as little have in- gone days, enlivened the holidays of happy Christmas. · vented his safety-lamp,mor Professor Leslie made his Blind man's buff, and all romping guines, are proscribed,