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LONDON JOURNAL.

TO ASSIST THE ENQUIRING ANINATE THE STRUGOLING, AND SYMPATHIZE WITH ALL.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 30, 1834.

No. 18.

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whatever Mr. Planche may think of the extreme gale gown under the arm-pits ! and sticking a little pad at TO THE PUBLIC.

lantry and picturesqueness of the Vandyke dress, with the back almost between the shoulders! It reduced

its large hat and feathers, its cloak and rapier, and all figures to lumps of absurdity. No well-shaped As the number of weeks is not always the same in

its long breeches meeting the tops of the wide boots, woman, we may be sure, invented it. A history of each month, and an irregularity of size, and consequently its superiority may surely be at least contested by the real origin of many fashions would be a curious of price, is thus produced in the monthly sets of a pub- the jewelled and plumed caps, the long locks, the document. We should find infirmity and unsightlilication like the present, it is proposed in future, that

vests, mantles, and hose of the reign of Henry the ness cheating youth and beauty into an imitation of in order to secure five numbers to every set, a Supple- Seventh; especially if we recollect that they had the them, and beaux and belles piquing themselves on ment to the London Journal shall appear, whenever broad hats and feathers too, when they chose to wear resembling the worst points about their cunning requisite

. Two numbers of it will be published forth- them, and that they had not the “ peaked” beard, nor elders. with, for the purpose of completing the back months of

a steeple crown to the hat. (See the figures at pages As long as a man wears the modern coat, he has April and June, so that no inequality may be found in

220 and 222; and imagine them put into as gallant no right to despise any dress. What a thing it is, the first volume. The Supplement will be written by bearing, as those in the pictures of Vandyke. See though so often taken for something "exquisite !" the Editor ; and for some months to come, will consist

also the portrait of Henry himself, at the beginning What a horse-collar for a collar! What snips at the of a BIOGRAPHICAL AND MISCELLANEOUS HISTORY

of the volume; and the cap, cloak, and vest of the collar and lapells! What a mechanical and ridiculous OF THE STREETS OF LONDON, going through them

Earl of Surrey, the poet, in the Holbein portrait of cut about the flaps ! What buttons in front that are regularly, and noticing whatever memories they conhim in Lodge's Illustrations.)

never meant to button, and yet are no ornament ! tain, interesting to the lover of Books, of Eminent

It is a curious fact, that good taste in costume has And what an exquisitely absurd pair of buttons Men, and of the human species.

by no means been in proportion to an age's refine- at the back! gravely regarded, nevertheless, and ment in other respects. Mere utility is a better thought as indispensably necessary to every well-con

teacher than mere will and power; and fashions in 'ditioned coat, as other bits of metal or bone are to ENGLISH MALE COSTUME.

dress have generally been regulated by those who had the bodies of savages whom we laugh at. There is MR. Planche's book, besides being sensibly and

power, and nothing else. Shakspeare's age was that absolutely not one iota of sense, grace, or even amusingly written, in a clear, unaffected style, con

of ruffs and puffs ; Pope's that of the most execrable economy in the modern coat. It is an article as tains more than would be expected from its title.

of all coats, cocked hals, and waistcoats ; lumpish, costly as it is ugly, and as ugly as it is useless. In It narrates the military as well as civil history of Bri.

formal, and useless; a miserable affectation of ease winter it is not enough, and in hot weather it is too tish costume, giving us not only the softer vicissitudes

with the most ridiculous buckram. And yet the cos- much. It is the tailors' remnant and cabbaging of of silks and satins, but ringing the changes of helms,

tume of part of George the Third's reign was per- the coats formerly in use, and deserves only to be hauberks, and swords, from the earliest period of the haps worse, for it had not even the garnish; it was chucked back to them as an imposition in the bill. use of armour till the latest; and it will set the pub- the extreme of mechanical dullness; and the women It is the old or frock coat cut away in front and at lic right, for the first time, upon some hitherto mis

had preposterous tresses of curls and pomatum on the sides, mounted with a horse-collar, and left with taken points of character and manners. We have

their head, by way of setting off the extremity of a ridiculous tail. The waistcoat or vest, elongated, been surprised, for instance, to learn, that our "naked

dull plainness with that of dull caprice. For the hoop, and with the addition of sleeves, might supersede it ancestors," (as we supposed them), the ancient

at once, and be quite sufficient in warm weather. A Britons, were naked only when they went to battle; possibly, something may be said, not as a dress, not

as an investment, but as an enclosure. It did not vest reaching to the mid-thigh is a graceful and reaand it turns out, that Richard the Third, instead of

seem so much to disfigure, as to contain, the wearer, sonable habit, and with the addition of a scarf or sash, being one who thought himself

to be not a dress, but a gliding shell. The dancers would make as handsome, or even brilliant a one, as “Not made to court an amorous looking glass,"

at Otaheite, in the pictures to Captain Cook's voy- any body could desire, In winter-time, the same was a dandy in his dress, and as particular about his ages, have some such Lower Houses ; and look well cloaks would do for it, as are used now; and there wardrobe, and coronation-gear, as George the Fourth.' in them for the same reason. The body issued from might be lighter cloaks for summer.

But the coat, (See the passage at the end of this Article.) This the hoop as out of a sea of flounce and furbelow. as it now exists, is a mere nuisance and expense, trait in his character is confirmative, we think, of the It was the next thing to a nymph half hidden in and disgraces every other part of the dress, except traditions respecting his deformity, men who are water. The arm and fan reposed upon it, as upon a the neck-cloth. Even the hat is too good for it; for under that disadvantage being remarkable either for a cloud, or a moving sphere, the fair angel looking se- a hat is good for something, though there is more certain nicety and superiority of taste, moral and rene and superior above it. Thus much we would chimney-top than beauty in it. It furnishes shade personal, if their dispositions are good, or for all sorts say in defence of the hoop, properly so called, when to the eyes, and has not always an ill look, if wellof mistakes the other way, under the reverse predi- it was in its perfection, large and circular, and to be proportioned. The coat is a sheer piece of mechacament. Two persons of the greatest natural re- approached like a “hedge of divinity," or the walls nical ugliness. The frock-coat is another matter, finement we ever met with, have had a crook in the of Troy,-

except as to the collar, which, in its present rolled or shoulder. Richard was an usurper, a man of craft Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious petticoat;

boistered shape; is always ugly. As to the great coat, and violence; and his jealousy of the respect of his

it makes a man look either like a man in a sack, fellow-men took the unhappier and more glaring turn. not for those masked and minor shapes of the pheno- or a shorn bear. It is cloth upon cloth, clumsiness He thought to overcome them with his fine clothes menon, which degenerated into mere appendages, made clumsier, sometimes thrice over,-cloth waistand colours, as he had done with his tyranny. Richard panniers, or side lumps, and reminded you of nothing coat, cloth coat, cloth great coat,--a "three piled partook, it seems, of the effeminate voluptuousness but their deformity. But it was always a thing fan- hyperbole." It is only proper for travellers, coachof his brother Edward the Fourth, as Edward par- tastic, and fit only for court and ceremony.

men, and others who require to have no drapery in took of Richard's cruelty.

Mr. Planché justly cautions one generation against the way. A cloak is the only handsome over-all. Mr. Planche is of opinion, that “the most elegant laughing at the fashions of another. He advises The neck-cloth is worthy of the coat. nd picturesque costume ever worn in England," was such ladies as would “scream” at the dresses of heaping of monstrosity on monstrosity! The woollen that of the reign of Charles the First, commonly the fourteenth or even eighteenth century, to look horse collar is bad enough ; yet, as if this were not called the Vandyke dress, from its frequency in the into a fashionable pocket-book or magazine for the sufficient, a linen one must be superadded. Men portraits of that artist. The dresses of few periods, year 1815 or 20, and then candidly compare notes. must look as if they were twice seized with symboly we think, in England, surpass those of the Anglo- Appendages or enclosures are one thing; positive of apoplexy,—the horse-collar to shorten the neck, Saxon times, and of some of the Norman. (See the clinging disfigurements another. The ugliest female and the linen-collar to squeeze it. Some man with engravings in the book at pages 22, 103, 121, and 127.) dress, in our opinion, without exception, was that a desperately bad throat'must have invented the neckSome of the Anglo-Saxon ladies were dressed with which we conceive Mr. Planche to allude to, and cloth, especially as it had a padding, or pudiling in it almost as elegant a simplicity as the Greeks. But which confounded all ages and shapes by girdling the when it first came up. His neck could not have

SPARROW, PRINTER, CRANE-COURT.

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been fit to be seen. It must have been like a pole, or a withered stalk; or else he was some faded fat dandy, ashamed of his double chin. There can be no objection to people's looking as well as they can contrive, young or old; but it is a little too much to set a fashion, which besides being deformed, is injurious. The man was excusable, because he knew no better; but it is no wonder if painters, and poets, and young Germans, and other romantic personages, have attempted to throw off the nuisance, especially such as have lived in the south. The neck-cloth is ugly, is useless, is dangerous to some, and begets effeminate fear of colds with all. The English, in consequence of their living more in doors than they used, fancy they have too many reasons for muffling themselves up,-not aware that the they do dre so, the more they subject themselves to what they dread; and that it is by a general sense of warmth in the person they are to be made comfortable and secure, and not by filling up every creek and cranny of their dress to the very chin.

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But some may tell us they cannot feel that general warmth, without thus muffling themselves up. True, if they accustom themselves to it; but it is the custom itself, which is in fault. They can have the warmth without it, if they please; just as well as they can without muffling up their eyes. "How can you go with your body naked?" said a not very wise person to an Indian. "How can you go with "I am used to your face naked?" said the Indian. it," replied the man. 'Well, and I am used to the other," rejoined the Indian; "I am all face." Now it will not exactly do to be "all face," in a civilized country;-the police would object; - Piccadilly is not Paradise. But then it is not necessary to be all muffle.

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velvet and green satin; doublets of purple and tawny satin, lined with a galard cloth and outlined with buskes; "a cloke with a cape of violet ingrained, the both lined with black velvet;" and he had also a long gown of purple cloth of gold, wrought with garters and roses, and lined with white damask, which was the gift of the queen.

The poor young prince, by right King Edward V., received for the ceremony of the coronation of his usurping uncle a short gown, made of two yards and three quarters of crimson cloth of gold, lined with black velvet; a long gown of the same stuff, lined with green damask; a shorter gown, made of two

yards and a quarter of purple velvet, lined with green

damask; a stomacher and doublet, made of two yards of black satin; besides two footcloths, a bonet of purple velvet, gilt spurs, and magnificent apparel for his henchmen or pages.

The ladies in the reign of Edward I. once took to wearing a cloth round their throats and ears, in a way which made a poet exclaim, "Par Dieu ! I have often thought in my heart, when I have seen a lady so closely tied up, that her neck-cloth was nailed to her chin." There is a figure of her in Mr. Planche's book, p. 115, Now this was the precise appearance of a neck-cloth some years back, when it was worn with a pad or stiffener, and the point of the chin reposed in it: nay, it is so at present, with many. The stock looks even more stiff and apoplectic, especially if there is a red face above it. When dandies faint, the neck-cloth is always the first thing loosed, as the stays are with a lady.

By the way, the dandies wear stays too! We have some regard for these gentlemen, because they have reckoned great names among them in times of old, and have some very clever and amiable ones now, and manly withal too, They may err, we grant, from an excess of sympathy with what is admired, as well as from mere folly or effeminancy. But whatever approximates a man's shape to a woman's is a deformity. We have seen some of them with hips, upon which they should have gone carrying pails, and cried "milk!" And who was it that clapped those monstrous protuberances upon the bosoms of our brave life-guards? No masculine dandy we may be sure. A man's breast should look as if it would take a hundred blows upon it, like a glorious anvil; and not to be deformed with a frightened wadding; still less resemble the bosom that tenderness peculiarly encircles, and that is so beautiful because it is so different from his own.

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RICHARD THE THIRD A DANDY!

[From Mr. Planche's "British Costume."]

Richard's wardrobe was at all times magnificently furnished; he and the Duke of Buckingham being notorious for their love of dress and finery. A mandate still exists among the Harleian MSS. sent from York by Richard to the keeper of his wardrobe in London, August 31st, 1483, wherein he specifies the costly habits in which he was desirous of exhibiting himself to his northern subjects, with a descriptive detail, which, as Mr. Sharon Turner justly remarks, we should rather look for from the fop that annoyed Hotspur, than from the stern and warlike Richard III.

Richard writes for his short gowns of crimson cloth cold; "that one with droppue, and that other nett, lined with green velvet," gowns of green

To all the officers of state, and to the principal nobility cloth of gold and silver, scarlet cloth, and silks of various colours were given as liveries and perquisites. To "the Duke of Bukks" (Buckingham), who stands first, eight yards of blue cloth of gold, wrought with "droops," eight yards of black velvet, and twelve yards of crimson velvet were delivered as a special gift from the king.

The henchmen or pages of the king and queen wore doublets of green satin, long gowns of crimson velvet, lined with white sarcenet, and black bonnets. The king had also provided for them long gowns of white cloth of gold and doublets of crimson satin.

We might fill pages with similar extracts from this book of the wardrober, but we have extracted as much as is necessary for our present purpose, and refer the curious reader to the document itself, for the description of the horse-furniture, embroideries for banners, pennons, canopies, &c., and all the pomp and circumstance of the gorgeous ceremony amidst which Richard assumed a crown he had no right to wear, and lost, with his life, in twenty-six months from the date of his usurpation.

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his streaming face and hair, as soon as he arose to the surface.

Adam had been a courageous bather in the sea when an infant; he therefore jumped in very freely, but began to be frightened at first, because the water took away his breath, and he could not speak without sobbing; all this, however, went off in less than a minute, and he played about as happy as a duck, and tried to swim. When they came out, and while they wer dressing, his father told him to bear in mind as long he lived, that if he wished to be a healthy man, it was necessary that he should be a cleanly one. "Next to kind and endearing manners," said he, "nothing is more pleasing in man or woman than a delicate cleanliness of person. And one of the surest means of being so, is to bathe regularly during the summer months, and in the winter ones as regularly to use the warm bath. There are few people who do not spend in wine and other luxuries ten times the sum of money, that it would cost to have a warm bath every day, all the year round." As Mr. Stock finished speaking, they heard a very low rumbling, like the noise of a heavy cart on an iron road. Presently they observed from a dark lead-coloured cloud a bright flash, like a fiery snake, dart down upon a distant hill; after waiting for some time, the thunder followed as if it had been the same heavy cart that had fallen, and was afterwards dragged rattling along; then had stopped, then had fallen again, and ended by rumbling till it was out of hearing. The dark cloud all this time was changing its appearance and shape; sometimes it was very ragged at the edges, like wool, pulled or snatched off. Every thing around was quite silent; not even a little bird was heard to whistle. The sheep in the fields huddled their heads together, and bent them down towards the ground. Presently the wind rose all at once with a great roaring, and whirled up the dust of the road in a cloudy pillar; then ceased again, and all was silent. In a few seconds some large drops fell, and immediately after a broad flash burst out of the cloud, followed almost instantaneously by a crashing and tearing, as if houses were being overturned and dashed to pieces; and every now and then there were great bangs heard, like cannon firing off. At the sudden bursting of this thunder clap, some horses in a neighbouring field snorted, started, and galloped away. For a moment or two after the thunder had ceased, there was a dreadful stillness, and then the rain came down in a torrent, driving up the dust of the road, and making a soft noise, as if it fell upon wool, till it was soaked through and beaten down; when it made a quick splashing, and seemed to be lashing the ground.

They had now to run for it, and did not reach home till they were nearly soaked through. The lightning and thunder still continued, and the rain seemed to smoke along the ground, and upon the thatched roof of a shed opposite to their home. Sometimes the thunder sounded very high in the air, as if above the clouds; at others, as if it were down in the road. That which but a few minutes before had been a lovely day, with a blue sky, and stately clouds like snowy rocks that scarcely moved at all, was now one dull, lead-coloured covering. In about an hour it became lighter, and in another hour they had the pleasure to see that stormy cloud sailing away from them, still looking back, with its edges touched by the light of the golden sun. From time to time they heard that the storm had not ceased, though it was not so loud; at length it was so far off, that the cloud which had before looked so angry, when over thunder made only a low surly rumbling; and the and near them, now shone like a snow-covered mountain, with crags and precipices, and deep hollows and caverns. The family all remarked how pleasantly cool the air had become, and how calm; and admired the fresh glittering appearance of the grass, and the leaves of the trees, and the flowers in the sunshine; and they snuffed up with delight the smell of the earth after the rain.

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SAINT SWITHIN began his season this month with a puzzle for the old ladies, for he did not rain. How ever, the old argument was at hand;-he rained some where. Upon the principle of this logic, Saint Swithin's dominion is never at an end; and the punster is no longer so cunning as he took himself to be, when he told a friend, that he would "lend him his umbrella during the whole of the present reign."

We will extract for our country enjoyments, this week, an excellent description of a Rain-storm from Adam the Gardener, the pleasant children's-book lately written by Mr. Clarke, author of Prose Tales from Chaucer. A children's-book it is; but like all works of that sort, which are well done, is worth a man's perusal. The description before us is full of truth and relish. We will begin at the beginning, because there is also a good description of cattle in hot weather, and some worthy hints about bathing

and cleanliness.

"Adam," said his father, "I think it will not be many minutes before we have a thunder-storm; the weather is so close, and what little air there is, house." Adam said he had been lying on his back comes to one's face as if it passed through a bakeunder the mulberry-tree, without a coat and waistcoat, and with a wet towel on his face, but that it did not make him any cooler. His father said they would go down the river and bathe. As they walked along, they remarked how very troublesome the flies were, stinging their hands and faces angrily, and as if spitefully. They also noticed how bitterly they tormented some cows, standing half up to their legs in a pond under the shade of some ash-trees. They kept lashing their sides with their long tails to no purpose; the ittle persecutors returned to the same spot the moment the tail passed to the other side. Sometimes they remarked that the animals made all the skin of their bodies to shiver, and this action might rouse up for an instant one or two timid flies, but the remainder of the swarm stuck fast to the hides of the beasts. Now and then a cow would lift up one foreleg and stamp it down again; then, with a hind leg she would kick her belly. Then she would shake one ear, then the other; toss up her head, wink with her eyes, in the corners of which a dozen tormentors were collected. All was to little purpose. "In the hot country of India," said Mr. Stock, "the buffaloes get into the pools in shady spots, and leave no part above the surface of the water but the nose, to allow them to breathe." "If I were one of these cows I would do so too," said Adam. As they were close by the place that was convenient for their bathing, they undressed: the father plunging in first, and shaking

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Adam asked a multitude of questions about thunder and lightning, of which his father told him it would be extremely difficult at his age to make him understand the explanation. He, however, informed him that thunder was the report of the lightning, as the noise after the flash of a gun was the report of that. Then he wished to know, how it was that it was so long after the flash that they heard the thunder. 'Because," said the father, " sound occupies some time in coming to our ear from a distance. Do you not remember, when you once saw a man driving an iron wedge into the root of a tree, that you heard the blow just after you saw him strike? It was because you were at a short distance from him, and the sound was that length of time coming to your Some clever person discovered, that sound flies one thousand one hundred and fifty feet in a second of time. Therefore with a watch you can tell how far off a storm is, by counting the number of seconds between the flash of lightning and the hearing of the thunder. Or you may make a rough guess by counting the beatings of your pulse in your wrist. About seven beats of an ordinary pulse are about equal to one mile that sound will travel. If, therefore, the instant you see a flash of lightning you were to put your finger to your wrist, and count fourteen pulsations before you hear the thunder, you may know

ear.

XXV.-A SERIOUS JOKE SERIOUSLY RETURNED.

BIRTH-DAYS.

that the storm is somewhat more or less than two supposed that he had no religion! In more than one brought me by captain Bolea, who stepped forth and miles distant. You ought to know that rule in sense of the word, he was all religion,-all for a sense

told the duke, “Sir, you have asked me oft how these arithmetic, Adam, it is very easy." of duty and of divineness ; only he would have en

hairs of mine grew so suddenly gray: I have not reWe will conclude this rain by day, with a bit of larged the sphere of the dutiful.

vealed it to any soul breathing; but now I'll tell your

So far from excellency," and so related the passage in Flanders ; rain by night, in the shape of some verses

supposing that this “universal frame was without a and added, “I have been ever since beating my brains ON THE RAIN OF THE EVENING OF JUNE 28TH. mind,” he was much inclined, with the pious Bishop 'to know how to get an equal revenge of him, for By the Editor Berkeley, to suppose it all mind. He and a friend of making me old before my time.” The duke was so

well pleased with the story, and the wittiness of the -his, at the outset of his riper life, mutually converted Open the window, and let the air

revenge, that he made them both friends; and the one another from material and spiritual belief,—Mr. gentleman who told me this passage, said that the Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the night,

Shelley remaining ever afterwards on the spiritual said captain Bolea is now alive, and could not be less side ! Nothing need be here said of the merit of his

than ninety years of age. With the breath of the rain's sweet might. Hark! the burthen, swift and prone !

writings, which all the world are now acquainted And how the odorous limes are blown! with. But never can the writer of this notice pass

PINE ARTS, MUSIC, &C., GALLERY OP his name without adding, that from the moment le Stormy Love's abroad, and keeps

PORTRAITS. tirst knew him, never did he know a man so kindly, Hopeful coil for silver sleeps.

Some correspondents, whom we much desire to 80 generous, so unselfish in every part of his conduct, Not a blink shall burn to night

great and small; so that he gave you the idea of gratify, express a wish for the revival of those articles In my chamber, of sordid light;

sometimes seraphical, and fit to have adorned the upon the current Fine Arts, Music, &c. which we Nought will I have, not a window-pane,

company of the selectest and most refined spirits of commenced under the head of London, and which 'Twixt me and the air and the great good rain,

were discontinued, partly because we could not find the ages of Plato or Milton. Which ever shall sing me sharp lullabies ;

matter piquant enough for them every week. For And God's own darkness shall close mine eyes ;

ourselves, we have always' regretted, that owing to And I will sleep with all things blest,

ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE.

this circumstance, and to the additional obstacle of In the pure earth-shadow of natural rest.

being obliged to go to press sooner than is convenient [From the “Familiar Letters of James Howell, Esq."

for the notice of immediate publications, we have not the first popular writer of that kind in the language.

been able to hit upon any plan that should allow us (Omitted in our last.) July 25th, (August 6, 0. S.) He was the son of a clergyman in Caermarthanshire,

to indulge our own inclinations in the matter. We of an ancient family, in Perigord, Fenelon, Archbishop was born about 1596, and was in employment under

will not, however, give up the hope of finding one; of Cambray, the author of Telemachus, a marvel of Charles I. and II.]

and meanwhile we must content ourselves with oc. a man,-a courtier yet independent, a teacher of When the Duke of Alva was in Brussels, about the

casional glances. Perhaps we may be able to get up royalty who really did teach, a liberal devotee, a beginning of the tumults in the Netherlands, he had

some brief monthly notice, or catalogue raisonné. saint in polite life. His Telemachus is not a fine sate down before Hulst in Flanders; and there was a There is Mr. Major's Cabinet Gullery, now about to poem, as some call it, but it is a beautiful moral provost-marshal in his army who was a favourite of close its beautiful collection in two volumes, the last 'novel. He had the courage to advise Louis XIV. his, and this provost had put some to death by secret commission from the Duke. There was one Captain

numbers of which daily reproach us, as we look at not to marry the bigotted Madame Maintenon : and Bolea in the army, who was an intimate friend of the them, with not having noticed them publicly. We such was the respect borne to his character by the provost's; and one evening late he went to the cap- have also made similar remorseful acquaintance with Duke of Marlborough, and the other allied generals, tain's tent, and brought with him a confessor and an

the National Gallery of Messrs. Jones and Co., another that they expressly exempted his lands at Cambray executioner, as it was his custom cele told the cap. singularly cheap publication, possessing the advantage from pillage, when in possession of that part of sion and martial law upon him. The captain started of a definite object, for it is confined to the collection Flanders. The utmost fault that could be found up suddenly, his hair standing upright, and being known by its title; so that when it is complete, the with him was, that perhaps the vanity attributed to struck with amazement, asked him, “Wherein have purchaser will possess, in engravings, all which the Frenchmen found some last means of getting into a

I offended the duke?” The provost answered, " Sir, corner of his nature, in the shape of an over-studi

I am not to expostulate the business with you, but public gallery has to show in paintings. These are

to execute my commission, therefore I pray prepare things worth knowing. ousness of the feelings of others, and an apostolical yourself, for there are your ghostly father and execu- Then there are tickets admitting us to galleries humility of submission to the religious censures

tioner." So he fell on his knees before the priest, themselves, public and privatë,-galleries of paintings of the Pope! Charming blights, to be sure, in the

and having done, and the hangman going to put the character of a Catholic priest! The famous Lord breaking into a laughter, told him, " there was no halter about his neck, the provost threw it away, and and gal eries of copies from them,-things we have never

seen of Raphael, and Titian, and Correggio, and Peterborough said of him, in his lively manner, “ He 'such thing, and that he had done this to try his cou- painted windows (a sort of heaven in our eyes) and was a delicious creature. I was obliged to get away rage, how he would bear the terror of death." The

a card from Dominic Colnaghi, whose name is herefrom him, or he would have made me pious."

captain, looking ghastly at him, said, “then, sir, get you July 31st, (12th August, O. S.) 1743, at Paris of The next morning the said captain Bolea, though a out of my tent, for you have done me a very ill office." ditary in the annals of good taste and capital print

selling. One of the secret reasons why we do not opulent parents, Anthony Laurence Lavoisier, the young man about thirty, had his hair all turned gray, attend directly' to all these attractions is, that we celebrated chemist, famous for his discoveries in the to the admiration of all the world, and the Duke of

know not how to leave off when we once begin. elements of fluids. He had the misfortune to be would confess nothing. The next year the duke was Alva himself, who questioned him about it; but he

" Brief notices" are apt to get long; catalogues raione of the unpopular body of Farmers-General at recalled, and in his journey to the court of Spain, he sonnes run into a delight beyond reason. the French Revolution, and perished in the general was to pass by Saragossa ; and this captain Bolea and In music too, as if we were compelled to neglect sweep of the storm against them. His widow, who the provost went along with him, as his domestics.

and seemscornful of all we 'love best, we have The duke being to repose some days at Saragossa, the had joined in his studies, and was the engraver of

young old captain Bolea told him, “ that there was a works lying by us, that call for notice with every some of his plates, married the English economist, thing in that town worthy to be seen by his excel- species of sweet voice,-Bijous of Me. Korkell, and Sir Benjamin Thompson, better known by his Ger- lency, which was a casa de loco, a bedlam-house, such Offerings of Purday, and Barnett's Library of Musie, man title of Count Rumford; but French science

a one as there was not the like in Christendom."
“Well," said the Duke, “go and tell the warden I

and the Musical Library of Knight (making strange was of a more lively nature than that of oui Anglo- will be there to morrow in the afternoon." The cap- discord among musicians by its cheapness), and the German, and the parties separated.

tain having obtained this, went to the warden, and Convent Music of Mr. Novello, 'full of chaunts and August 3d, (15th O.S.) 1599, at Bridgewater, the told him the duke's intention, and that the chief

masses and other minglements of heaven and earth, son of a merchant, Robert Blake,' the famous Repub- occasion that moved him to it was, that he had an lican Admiral. He was a disinterested partriot as

unruly provost about him, who was subject often. rising out of Gregorian chapels, and surmounted with

times to fits of frenzy; and because he wished him well the winged voices of women. well as a great commander, and was the first to set he had tried divers means to cure him, but all would Positively we must have a monthly notice, glance, that example of putting daring above prudence, which not do, therefore he would try whether keeping him or catalogue of some sort,—deraisonné, if it must be has been found, in naval affairs, to be the most pru

close in Bedlam for some days would do him any dent conduct. The poor people of the court of train of captains after him, amongst whom was the good. The next day the duke came with a ruffling 60,-unreasonable even for its brevity: for who can

say enough in honour of things beautiful ? We Charles II. dug up his bones at the Restoration, as said provost very shining and fine; being entered into never, for our parts, can express a twentieth, or if to shew that all the great captains, naval as well

the house about the duke's person, captain Bolea told a hundredth, or a thousandth part of the love as military, had been on the other side.

the warden, pointing at the provost," that's the
man;" the warden took him aside into a dark lobby

we bear them; and nature will acquit us for the · August 4, 1792, at Mayfield Park, Sussex, of an where he had placed some of his men, who muffled inability, if critics will not. We should be glad ancient family, Percy Bysshe Shelley. He was not him in his cloak, seized upon his sword, and hurried 'if those gentlemen could find out the process by without his errors, especially at the outset of life: him into a dungeon. The provost had lain there two 'which Mozart made a beautifuť trio, or nature (who among the speculative and imaginative are apt gentleman

, coming out of curiosity to see the house

, herself makes a peach or a sweet cheek, or Shakto be so ?); but they originated in an excess of en- peeped into a small grate where the provost was. speare wrote of it, or Guido painted it. Look at thusiasm for what he thought just, and in a tendency, The provost conjured him as he was a Christian, to''the beautiful mystery of a common apple hanging on otherwise truly philosophical (we mean setting aside 'go and tell the Duke of Alva his provost was there

à tree, and say if any combination of human words the excess) to recur to first principles. His opinions did his errand; and the duke being astonished, sent confined, nor could he imagine why. The gentleman

can do it justice. If men could describe such things are to be judged from his riper works, the Revolt of for the warden with his prisoner; the warden brought worthily, the next thing would be to become gods, Islam, the noble tragedy of the Cenis, &c. and not

the provost in cuerpo, full of straws and feathers, and make them. And truly such poets as Shakspeare from an indifferent poem the Queen Mab, which he madman-like before the duke; who at the sight of

go nigh to something like divinity, and are but“ publicly expressed his regret at having written. Of had made him prisoner ?

him burst into laughter, asked the warden why he

'Sir,” said the warden,

little lower than the angels.” all men he was the most misconstrued, in its being “it was by virtue of your excellency's commission, There is another publication, connected with the

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MEMOIR OF GOETHE.

relating his participation in the too famous campaign with not noticing; but we have been silent from any

of 1792, when he, as a non combatant, accompanied

From the Twenty-sixth Number of the Gallery of the Duke of Saxe Weimer, who served under the reason rather than one derogatory. It was not

ortraits."

Duke of Brunswick in his famous march which did merely that we did not think it required notice, (nor Ir the opinion of his contemporaries become the

not reach to Paris. The early retirement of Prussia do we suppose now that it does) but for similar judgment of posterity, the name of Goethe is destined from the league against France restored peace to the reasons to those above mentioned, -the dislike to say to occupy, in future ages, that pre-eminent station in north of Germany, and Goethe was at liberty to any thing without doing it justice, and the not know

the literary history of Germany which is now undis- return to his favourite pursuits. In the prosecution

putedly held in their respective nations ; by Shaks- of these he had the happiness soon to connect himself ing where to stop in our extracts; a peril of which

peare, Dante, and Cervantes. Until this judgment be with Schiller, a man ten years younger than himself; we have given abundant proof, now that we have pronounced by the final tribunal, we may characterize of a genius totally opposite to his own, and therefore begun! We allude to the Portr, it Gallery, which is him as the happiest of great poets. He attained perhaps best adapted to act in concert with him. issued under the superintendance of the Society for a length of years granted to few; and his long life

Goethe has, with delighted frankness, related how, the Diffusion of Knowledge, and from which we have by necessity, but prompted by the suggestions of his was spent in successful literary labour, not imposed exceedingly disliking the 'Robbers,' Schiller's first,

worst, and most famous play, and feeling a strong · taken the following ample and interesting memoir of own genius and love of art. Nature had endowed

aversion towards the Kantian philosophy, to which

Schiller was attached, he had conceived an antipathy the Prince of German Literature. This work, as far him with the much prized gifts of bodily strength and

personal beauty. He indulged freely in the pleasures towards the offending poet, whom he resolutely as, we have seen, is really admirable in all its characof society; associated with his superiors in station as

shunned. But having once met, the passionate zeal teristicks. Its subjects are selected in a truly philo- their equal ; lived in ease and affluence; and, finally, of Schiller in pursuit of their common objects was sophical spirit, from all nations and parties; the lives in exception to the general rule, enjoyed during his irresistible. Dislike subsided into tolerance, and was life,

at last converted into warm admiration and love. are written with a due mixture of zeal and dispassion

The estate that wits inherit after death."

Memorable consequences followed from their union, ateness; there is an attractive diversity in the pro

and their literary correspondence remains an in.fessions and characters which are brought together ; The founders of the new theory of poetics in Ger-structive example of what may be effected by the

collision of powerful minds of opposite character. the portraits complete our interest in them by adding many, the Schlegels, have characterized his genius as

universal. Its productions, including posthumous Schiller died in 1804. During the time allotted to the charm of a sort of personal intimacy; and the works, will occupy fifty-five volumes of works of their joint exertions, Goethe produced many of his plates are as well engraved, as the lives are well imagination and science, and cannot be even named greatest works, and Schiller all the best of his. During written. Here is a publication worth laying up a by us individually. A few of these works which have the same period Goethe pursued his philosophical

occasioned volumes of criticism, we shall be con- studies with the eminent men who then filled proman's money to buy. We read, some time back, in strained to designate in brief sentences, and we shall

fessor's chairs at Jena. The metaphysical systems of one of the Penny Magazines of a journeyman carver

as briefly advert to the main incidents of the author's Fichte and afterwards of Schelling, which succeeded and gilder, who having an understanding worthy of life.

that of Kant, met with some favour in his eyes. At the productions which it was often his good luck to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was born of affluent least, though he kept aloof from the controversies of

parents, August 28, 1749, at Frankfort on the Main. the day, he laboured to connect with philosophical make frames for, took to spending his savings upon

He attended successively the universities of Leipsig speculations his own particular studies in various the lasting enjoyments of etchings and prints, instead and Strasburg; and, in 1771, took a doctor's degree branches of natural history and science. of the fugitive ones of the tap-room; and succeeded in in jurisprudence; but from his early youth literature It was after Schiller's death and when Goethe was getting together a handsome collection. We can was his ruling passion. In his twenty-fourth year, he approaching his sixtieth year, that the storm of war

had already acquired unexampled popularity by his unexpectedly burst upon Weimar and Jena. He did easily believe it, especially as a man, with a taste

original and daring tragedy of Goetz von Berlichingen, not leave Weimar; but aware of the peril to which well directed, may often pick up excellent things of published in 1773. in 1774 he gained a European he with every one was exposed, on the very day of the this kind for a comparative nothing. The other day, celebrity by the 'Sorrows of Werter ;' and he had battle of Jena, he married a lady with whom he had

lived for many years, and at the same time legitimated from among a set of penny scraps, in a print-seller's already rendered himself an object of admiration to

the young, and of terror to the timid, by the publi. his only child, a son. During the short period of . window, we bought a capital little etching after

cation of several pungent satirical writings, when his extreme degradation into which Prussia and Saxony Guercino ; which in these days of denarian ele

good genius guided to the vicinity of Frankfort the sunk, from 1806 till the fall of Buonaparte in 1813, gance, has given us some thoughts of getting up a young Duke of Saxe Weimar, who was about to as- he withdrew, as much as possible, from political life; Penny Gallery! (say of any sums calculated in pence, sume the government on coming of age. In accept- he would not suffer newspapers to be brought him,

or politics to be discussed in his presence, but fled to up to eighteen or twenty pence) ; and if people ing the friendship, and taking up his residence at the

court of this prince, Goethe entered on an unvarying the arts and sciences as an asylum against the miseknew how much pleasure we have already extracted career of prosperity. For a few years the young 'rable realities of life. Such had always been his from our Guercino,” they might admit that it is Duke and his friend led a life of gaiety, of which there practice. He has said of himself that he never had

are many curious anecdotes current in Germany; but, a disease of the mind which he did not cure by turnnot every possessor of grander galleries who could

during a joyous and somewhat wild life, the intel- ing it into a poem. In his early youth, having lost a beat us in enjoyment, whatever advantages he may lectual singularly prevailed over the sensual

. Even mistress through foolish petulance of temper, he, as have over us in paying more for the reputation of it. during that course of dissipation, the most important a penance, made his own folly the subject of a One good thing produces a desire for another. We of Goethe's works were commenced, though none of comedy. And, in after life, while Europe was con

them were published until after his return from Italy. vulsed, he was absorbed in studies independent of wish it also supplied the means of getting it. Those

That country he visited in 1786, and to the time which the incidents of the day. Thus varying his pursuits, who began with Penny Galleries, and Magazines, and

he spent in it he ever after recurred with delight. he kept on his serene course with no other interrupthe Mirror, and Mr. Chambers, should then ascend Though Shakspeare was the individual poet he most tions than such as inevitably befall those who attain to Portrait and Cabinet Galleries, to Musical Libra- prized, and Greek the literature which he held up as old age. It was his lot to survive the associates of

the rule of all excellence, Italy was the land of his his youth. In 1827, he lost his early friend, from ries, and to Convent Music; and at the end of all,

affections. He remained two winters in Rome. Here whom he had never been estranged, the Grand Duke they should buy the London Journal or they shall

he cultivated the studies of archaiology and the fine of Saxe Weimar. In 1830, he met with a severer begin with it, if they please (we have no objection), arts, which he had begun to practice in his youth, privation in the death of his son, at Rome. It was

but now abandoned for poetry and the study of na- feared that this calamity would prove fatal to Goethe, seeing that we have something to tell them about all. ture.

whose strength was sensibly declining; but he surWe remember, on the first appearance of the Por.

To these pursuits, on his return to Germany he vived the blow, and enjoyed the best consolation trait Gallery, how pleased we were to see three such applied as the chief business of his life; and the which could be afforded to 'sim in the exeinplary different, yet such interesting men brought together insignificance of the patron as a sovereign tended to care of his amiable and gifted daughter-in-law, and in

render the poet more conspicuous, and to encrease as Dante, Davy, and Kosciusko! a great poet, a sci

his two young grand-children, to whom he was his power over the minds of the Germans. The duke tenderly attached. His last years were spent in entific discoverer, and an heroic patriot. In the

was a general in the Prussian service, and, as a minor cheerful retirement. He possessed an elegant and number before us the contrast is not so obviously power, followed the course of policy pursued by the spacious house in Weimar, but he also had a cottage striking, but it is considerable too. With all the head of his house, the Elector of Saxony. He could in the park, where he dwelt alone, receiving his

not indulge in ambition, and spent his small revenue friends tête-à-téte;, and, on particular occasions, merits of Vauban the engineer, and King William the

more like a private nobleman than a sovereign prince. going into the town to entertain company. He Third, Goethe has enough in him to furnish sufficient

He was desirous to collect a library for the use of retained his faculties to the last, and made a very contrast to both of them, or to any half dozen men himself and the students of Weimar. He had mines precise disposition of his property. His extensive of action, in the ordinary sense of the word. And on one portion of his small territory. With the collections in natural history and art were directed

other dukes of Saxony he was jointly the possessor the number which will be publishing when this

to be preserved as a museum for twenty years. These of a University, Jena. He wished to found a school notice appears, contains a similar diversity, though of drawing; and the creation of a German theatre, died, March 24, 1832, in the eighty-third year of his

were among the objects of his latest solicitude. He the proportion of the active spirit is reversed, and the collecting of eminent men of all kinds ał

age. Coreggio, Napoleon, and Linnæus !-the very spirit Weimar and Jena, were the especial objects of his Goethe's figure was commanding, and his counte of war between two of the most peaceful of mankind.

ambition. In all these things Goethe was the right nance severely handsome. He appears to have

hand to execute, if his, in fact, was not the mind to acquired a great ascendancy over his fellow-students We proceed to lay before our readers the extract

design. In the matters which most governments at the universities, and to have kept the professors in alluded to. It is very long, but we did not know make their prime concern, such as finances, military awe. In after life he was reproached by Bürger and what to leave out ; and we trust, for our excuse, to affairs, and courts of justice, Goethe had certainly others with haughtiness, and was accused of making

no inclination to take any part;. for he was what, in his inferiors in station and in gepius too sensible of the singular spectacle it presents, for the first time in

France, would be called a minister of public instruc- their inferiority; but his powers of captivation were the history of the world, of a great poet passing a

tion. Scarcely was he settled in his new office, when irresistible when he chose to exert them. His social life of prosperity in the circle of a prince. The posi- the French Revolution broke out. This led to one talents were of the hi hest order. Such was Goethe tion was not without its perils, as we have noticed in famous exception to the life he was pursuing. He for his own generation and country. To posterity

has recorded it in the volume of his ‘Memoirs,' our remarks in another column; but it had its pre

he will live chiefly as a poet. Of his most remarkaferment too, even for the cause of mankind ! and for

ble works we will now speak, not chronologically, but

• The pronunciation of the dyssyllable Goethe varies even the singularity of it, we might have put it among our with German scholars in this country, according to the diver

according to the classes which are recognized by sity of their organs or provincial speech. Sonie call it Gayte,

systematic writers. Rom). ncen oi Real Ijse.

others Gheute (with a kind of French u), others Gute at once.
The middle seems the nearest. The closest hit of all would be

In epic poetry his pretensions will be derided by
made by a rapid but delicate articulation of the o and e, uniting

those who adhere to the theory of M. Bossu, adopted

by Pope. According to this, the common opinion, The name is sometimes written with two dots over the 0 (Gothe); the ' Epos' requires supernatural machinery, illusin which case the e is omitted, the dots supplying its place. trious actors, and heroic incident, The German

ing, not to say a sanctifying influence of Margaret, a confiding, loving, innocent woman, whose very destruction works on the heart like an act of grace, and prepares the spectator for the promised salvation of her lover.

In the romance as in the drama, Goethe commenced a career which he immediately abandoned. His Werter breathes a spirit of dissatisfaction with the world and its institutions. But by writing that book which infected the rising generation with the same spirit, he cured himself of the disease; and he then became the declared foe of the sentimental, which he attacked in his romantic comedy 'The Triumph of Sentimentality.'

In latter years, when he was become the meditating philosopher, and, at the same time indulged in more cheerful contemplations of life, he produced' Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship,' intended to elucidate problems of psychology. The stage being the symbol of life, his hero is thrown among players, and both the real drama and the drama of life are analyzed, with perpetual illustrations of the one by the other. After an interval of some years, Goethe, in a second part, exhibited his pupil advanced on a sort of journey. Conscious that his problem, like that of Faustus, was insoluble, he has not dared to exhibit Faustus in heaven or Wilhelm as a master. Like the Faustus, Wilhelm Meister is still 'caviare to the million.'

deeply injured the poetic character of Calderon, and considered the Protestantism of Shakspeare as a happy accident in the life of that incomparable man. It appears from his memoirs, that Judaism and Chris. tianity had occupied his mind very seriously from his childhood. He delighted in pourtraying the Christian enthusiast in a tone of kindred enthusiasm, as his Confessions of a Beautiful Soul,' of which the ori ginal was a Moravian lady, his friend; and it was only in incidental bursts of sarcasm, especially in his gayer poems, that he alarmed the timid and the scrupulous. In spite of occasional ebullitions of spleen or rash speculation, he was habitually hostile towards the French anti-religious party. He makes his devil in Faustus describe himself as the spirit that always denies, in the same way that Alfieri scornfully terms Voltaire 'Disinventor ed inventor di nulla.' It was this negative, this merely destructive character, to which Goethe was in all things most resolutely opposed.

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critics, on the contrary, maintain that the essential character of the Homeric poetry lies in the epic style, pot in the subject of the narrative, a style analogous to that of Herodotus, whom they place at the head of the epic historians, and to be found in a very large portion of our own ancient ballads, such as relate to Robin Hood, Chevy Chace, &c. Goethe, on this idea, began a continuation of the Iliad' in his Achilles,' and he threw the graces of his own style over the old fable of 'Reynard the Fox." But it was in 'Herman and Dorethea' that he displayed all his powers: this is both a patriotic and domestic tale; the characters in humble life; the incident, a flight over the Rhine on the invasion of the French. It abounds in maxims of moral wisdom, and in pathos; but it is too national to bear translating.

It is as a lyric poet that Goethe is popular in the fullest sense of the word, and may challenge comparison with the greatest masters of all ages. In the song, he abounds in masterpieces, passionate and gay. His elegy has sometimes the erotic character of Proper tius, (as in the famous 'Roman Elegies') and sometimes emulates the refinement and purity of Petrarch: his ballads are as wild and tender as any that Spain or Scotland have produced. His very numerous epigrams bear more resemblance to the Greek Anthology, than to the pointed style of the Latin writers. Besides these, he has produced a number of allegorical and enigmatical poems on art and philosophy, which cannot be placed under any known class.

Goethe's dramatic works are about twenty in number. There is this peculiarity in his career as a dramatic poet, that though the drama is essentially the most popular branch of poetry, he never wrote for the people: his plays are all experiments, and no two resemble each other; he seems to be unaffectedly indifferent to their reception on the stage. His first juvenile play 'Goetz von Berlichingen, was in prose and unlike anything that had appeared on the German boards. It exhibited in a strong light the manners of the Germans at a romantic period when the petty barons and knights were a sort of privileged freebooters, sometimes generously resisting the oppression of the emperor and the higher nobility, and sometimes plundering the citizens of the free towns. The style was in harmony with the subject, daring in its originality, and all but licentious in its freedom. By audiences accustomed only to pedantic imitations of the French, it was received with tumultuous applause; but the admiration of the more cultivated classes was given to the Iphigenia in Tauris,' an echo, as Schlegel expresses it, of the Greek, yet neither a translation nor a copy. Christian purity of morals harmoniously blending with pagan incident, not a line disturbs the exquisite symmetry of this, the most generally admired of Goethe's dramas.

Not less perfect in style is the anomalous 'Torquato Tasso,' which deserves especial notice, though not as a play adapted to the stage: it is rather a didactic poem in dialogue than a drama. Tasso and the warrior statesman Antonio, exhibit in contrast the poetical character and that of the man of the world. It could secure the attention of an audience only when performed on the duke's private theatre, where the members of the ducal family usually represented the princes of the House of Este, and Goethe himself acted the part of Tasso; and when it was performed as a sort of funeral obsequies on the death of the poet himself.

In a third romance, Elective Affinities,' Goethe treats subtilely of that passion to which Lord Bacon says 'the stage is more beholden than the life of man.' As the chemical title suggests, he shews how the felicity of a married couple is marred by the intrusion of other minds, with which each consort has more affinity than the companion previously chosen.

When Wilhelm Meister' first appeared, the narrative of Wilhelm's childhood was related with such spirit and air of truth, that it was believed to be the author's own personal history; and, in truth, the resemblance between the real and feigned history was soon made manifest by the appearance of Goethe's own memoirs, under the puzzling title From my Life: Fiction and Truth;' so entitled to allow for the unconscious illusions to which we are exposed, when, in advanced life, we try to recollect the occurrences of childhood, and unintentionally confound memory with imagination. These memoirs, including his foreign travels, amount already to nine volumes, and others are to follow; but these earlier volumes treat solely of the author's intellectual life. Concerning much that men are inquisitive about he says nothing. Not a hint is dropped concerning the fortune of his father, or the amount of profit which he himself derived from his writings. His being ennobled was ar incident which he thought too unimportant for notice; and of honours and distinctions conferred on him he seldom condescends to speak.

'Egmont' is an historical play in prose, founded on the real tragedy, by the bloody Alva in Belgium. Its most remarkable feature is the unheroic character of Egmont himself. While William of Orange is the common stage hero patriotic and wise, destined to save his country, Count Egmont is the warm-hearted, sensual, and munificent nobleman, a patriot not from reflexion but impulse, whose love for the humble Clara is much more prominent than his patriotism, and who is therefore doomed to perish. The pathos lies in the dissonance between the man and the nececessities of his position. Goethe, in drawing such a character, probably thought of Hamlet, of whom he makes an analogous remark.

We pass over a number of dramas, all original, all experiments in furtherance of his own studies, and name only Faustus' the unique, the undefinable. Begun in youth, continued at intervals during a long life, and finally left unfinished, it has been called a grotesque tragedy. Who knows not the popular legend of the learned magician who sold his soul to the devil? This coarse tale of vulgar superstition is here used as a vehicle into which the adventurous poet has cast all that

"Perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart." The erring philosopher is attended on the wrong road by a laughing devil, Mephistophiles, who leads him through scenes of the wildest frolic and the most appalling wretchedness. All that is most deplorable, most frightful in human life, is here displayed with the running comment of the dæmon whom omnipotence does not confound; and the most awful problems of divinity and moral philosophy are treated with pathetic sadness by the wretched victim, or with infernal satire by his master slave. These repulsive elements are nevertheless combined with the sooth

This sentiment extended to politics. Long before the words 'Conservative' and 'Destructive,' Goethe had made frequently use of them. It was the tendency of his mind to look with indulgence, if not with favour, on whatever he found in the exercise of productive power. Laudo manentem might have been his motto. He saw in the French revolutionists, as in their philosophers, the spirit of destruction, and he clung with affection to institutions under which so many fine arts and rapidly advancing sciences had flourished. With reference to public life, Goethe has been severely reproached on two grounds. He has been accused of wanting patriotism; but before a passion can be generated, an object must be presented. What country had Goethe to love in his youth? A walled city which he could run round before breakfast. The first great political event which he witnessed was the Seven Years' War. His native city was in the possession of the French, whom one party considered as allies and the other as enemies. Goethe's father adhered to Frederick, his grandfather was attached to the Imperial House: at the best he could love but half a nation. Hence Wieland said, 'I have no fellow countrymen'; I have only speech-mates' (sprach-genossen.) Thus, German patriotism could be but a sort of corporation spirit; like the affections of a livery-man confined to the members of his company. It was not till the close of the last war that the common oppression exercised by Buonaparte generated a common hatred towards France, and with it something like patriotism on a great scale. Yet so anomalous is the condition of Germany, that at this moment this sentiment, or the loud avowal of it, is looked on as akin to disloyalty; and, at the universities, students are forbidden to frequent clubs, or to assume denominations which have reference to one general national character. There are few appeals among Goethe's writing to national feeling, and, in truth, his studies led him to be, in sentiment, the fellow-citizen of the great poets and artists of all nations, the contemporary of the great men of all ages. The other reproach is, that being admitted with familiarity to princes, he lost his love of the people, as such. Now, it must be owned, that in this respect he felt pretty much as Milton did, in whom attachment to the aristocracy of talent was a marked quality. Of the people, as such, he seems to have thought lowly: his affections were exercised on the select few,-the nobles of nature, not of the herald's office. That he had no vulgar reverence for persons in authority or for the privileged orders, is amply proved by all he wrote. It may finally be remarked, as the most characteristic feature of his moral speculation, that he had habitually contemplated mankind, not as a moralist, but as a naturalist. There are some thinkers who never consider men but as objects of praise or blame; others, who only study men with a view of making them different from what they are. Such are reformers, the leaders of institutions, philanthropists, who think only in order to act. To neither of these classes did Goethe belong. He took men as he found them; he was content to take society as he found it, with all its complex institutions. He was disposed to make the best of what he found, but seemed reluctant to waste his powers in the vain attempt to make men materially different from what they were before; hence arose an inert or indolent acquiescence in what he found existing. He had early in life laboured to catch a new point of view from which nature might be contemplated on all sides; or a law in conformity with which the manifold operations of nature might be seen as if they were one. He first made this idea known in his 'Metamorphosis of Plants. His botanical studies were continued for many years of his life. He afterwards busied himself with the minute and experimental study of chromatics. He edited a journal of science, and wrote more or less on mineralogy, geology, comparative anatomy, optics and meteorology. A metaphysical spirit runs through all these writings, so alien from the mode of study pursued in other countries, that we do not recollect any notice of them by any English writer, except Professor Lindley, in his 'Introduction to Botany,' who confines his remarks to Goethe's botanical works. The professor represents Goethe as having revived a nearly forgotten doctrine, first promulgated by

Among the studies which partook of Goethe's attention were antiquities and the fine arts. This led to the composition of a masterpiece, his critical characteristic of Winkelman, and an account of Hackert, the landscape painter. The same course of study led him to translate that delightful work, the autiobiography of Benvenuto Cellini, which was first made known to the European public by the Earl of Bristol, late Bishop of Derry, and which is now in the hands of all lovers of the fine arts. On art, in its various branches, Goethe's prose writings are very numerous. As a critic also he has written much, and his criticism is remarkably indulgent and gene

rous.

Such being the variety of works in which he has recorded his speculation on man, his powers, his actions, and his productions, it will be naturally asked what were the main features of his philosophy, and to what results did they lead on those great points which unhappily disunite mankind, religion and politics?

Hume has well designated the great varieties of intellect and moral character by the significant scholastic names of the Platonist, the Stoic, the Epicurean, and the Sceptic. According to the classification, it may be said that Goethe was too devotedly attached to the study of nature and actual life to be a Platonist; he loved contemplation too intensely, and was too indolent and self indulgent to be a Stoic; he was too intellectual to be a gross sensualist, or, in the worst sense, an Epicurean; and he had too much imagination to be able to tolerate the modern rational philosophy, a mere system of negatives. In so far he was an enemy of vulgar scepticism; yet blended with the refinement which the poetic mind pre-supposes, he had a large portion of Scepticism and Epicureanism in his nature. Towards the positive religion which he found established in his own country he manifested respect, though he never made any distinction of faith upon doctrinal matters; he conformed, however, to the Lutheran church. On two occasions only do we recollect the expression of any strong feeling as to religion. He early betrayed great contempt towards the German Rationalists, whom he rather despised for their shallowness than reproached for their being mischievous. His love of Rome by no means reconciled him to the Church of Rome, against which he would inveigh with a warmth unusual in him.

He maintained that Catholic superstition had

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