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between it and eternity, and the roaring torrent through which the trembling horse scarcely suffers itself to be forced, and the creaking unfenced bridge, and the steep slippery ascent, and sudden shock of the downward perpendicular plunge, are strong sedatives. To say nothing of seven hours' rain, streams of water running in at our necks and out at our sleeves, just as if we had been fished up out of one of the water-falls, bonnets battered to pieces, and left with fragments of gloves in the desert, hair hanging like sea-weed about our faces; and then the continued struggle with refractory umbrellas. Every moment came a puff that turned up the whale-bones, and while both hands were employed to pull them down again, came a jerk that threatened to send us head foremost out of our insecure saddles. But we have got through it all good-humouredly and even merrily, and here we are safe from the
OUR READERS WHISKED TO THE
CONTINENT, ["Reminiscences of the Rhine, Switzerland, and a Corner of Italy."-Notice concluded.]
A Shrine by the Way- Side. - Strolled out while tea was preparing, and followed a crowd of people, who, as well as we could understand, were returning from a sermon. A very plain congregation, but all bowing and smiling, and looking good humoured. Turned up a narrow path-way, and fell in love with a large single tree, spreading itself out upon the gay horizon, and shading a wooden cross that had the moss of many winters on it. I am fond of these rude memorials, when time has mellowed down their every-day features, and given them a touch of rustic dignity. A solitary tree throwing out its bold ramifications on the calm bosom of the heavens, is one of the grandest and most beautiful objects in nature. And when it shades a wooden cross, a holy well, or a rude altar overhung with wild weeds, it is to me like a chapter in the New Testament; and I feel that I would not willingly part with one of these simple memorials of pious feeling, even with all that wise ones call its sins of superstition upon it, for much finer things. I love the way-side shrine; and when I see the tired female. lay down her load and kneel before it, with the absorbed expression of one who seeks a surer friend than the false ones of this world, I always feel a touch of kindly sympathy,picty so becomes a woman—it is her true staff and armour.*
True Picture and Fine Simile.-I once lived within view of a mill-stream that babbled cheerfully through pleasant fields while summer lasted; but when swollen by the winter rains, used to spread its waters over a wide valley, effacing everything but the dark boundaries. No combination of rock or ruin could produce such a cold, pale, desolate picture, as did those flooded fields when the moon shone on them; and yet it had beauty in it, but of a fearful melancholy cast, like a sweet voice singing of graves and death-beds
A Drenching.-Passed the cross of the Furca in a pelting storm. A cross in the desert has more religion in it than the illuminated shrine of St Peter's; it is the voice crying in the wilderness before the invention of dogmas. Rain more or less violent during seven long hours; in that time we passed through a succession of bold bleak valleys and roaring streams, and lost-as we are told--some views of rare splendour, over a mountain world of which King Fog had just crowned himself sovereign. Wretched chalets-mere heaps of loose stones, with a hole to creep in it, and miserable herdsmen in sooty night-caps, with cold and hunger in their blue hollow cheeks. "Les berceaux, les hameaux, les ormeaux, et leurs rameaux," are as much out of the question here, as in the charming region of St Giles's, where the Irish Shepherd pursues his calling. Had they (I mean the herdsmen) but a huge black hat slouched like a Spanish muleteer over the night-cap, or even the rough sheep-skin or blanket cloak, it would be something; but these poor souls look as if they had just escaped from the fever-ward of a hospital. The cattle are still in the high pastures, short-horned cows as bold and as wild as bulls, and bulls a great deal too familiar, I thought, walking bolt up to us as if they would call us to account in some way of their own, for encroaching on their bleak territory. Yet, notwithstanding this ungracious reception, after having journeyed for so many hours through a dreary desert, where neither song of bird, or hum of bee, (or sound of life, interrupted the silence of nature, to have our reveries broken up by the true mountain music of their bells, and see herds of cattle browsing peaceably, as if there was treachery neither in path or element.
This seems a contradiction to what I have just said about the Grimsel, when I was in love with silence and utter solitude. I spoke as I felt then, and do the same now; but independently of the bells being in keeping, and the bustle out of keeping, with the scene, I had not calculated how long enthusiasm, awakened and kept alive merely by external objects, without any exciting aim or project, could sustain itself against rain, fog, and wind; or how long, after one is as cold as a frog, and as wet as a dabchick, one can indulge in reveries about mountains that are covered with mist to their very skirts, or grow imaginative while perusing the rude enamel of a turf that oozes like a sponge, and answers drippingly to that most miserable word plashy. And then the danger. I am not myself a coward, perhaps too much the reverse; but the narrow crumbling track hanging in the air without a blade of grass
Piety, which in its true sense and under whatsoever diversity of religious opinion, is nothing but an affectionate reverence towards the Great Cause of the good and beautiful, becomes all people, if they did but know it. There is a period, in which long perversions of it are apt to drive good and sensible men into false notions with regard to its value, but unless they are of a mechanical order, and defective in some of the constituent properties of the infire human mind, they come round to it by the pure and modest reason which is to be found in imagination itself, and the noblest wants of a finite and loving creature.-Ed.
"Low brow'd rocks As ragged as our locks,"
and comfortably laid up at the Hospital, at the foot of St Gothard, thanking heaven for our escape from sore throats and fevers, and parching our damp garments over a pan of charcoal,-a night on the stove having only served to stiffen them up a little.
The Imaginative Faculty not in Superabundance.— A girl who was admiring the symmetrical arrangement of the skulls, (in a chapel at Stantz, in Switzerland), took one out of its nook, thrust her fingers into the sockets where eyes once were, turned it round and round as if it had been a dress cap until her curiosity was thoroughly satisfied, and then poked it back again into its place, as I have seen people thrust the skull of a horse into a hedge to fill up the aperture.
Mountains and Grocery.-Talking of Alps, I remember when a mountain was a mountain with me, no matter whether round, or square, or pointed; but now I compare, and grow critical, and no longer condescend to look at great clumsy-headed straightlined monsters, merely because they are so many thousand feet above the level of the sea. Intimacy with perfection breeds daintiness, and now even the snow mountains will not always go down. At first I bowed reverentially before them, and homaged their purity; but I soon found out, that, like other things, they had their every day moments, and so refused to notice any but the magnificent ones, pronounced the twilight white, too cold and ghastly, and the broad noon-day glare, when the sky was blue-blue, and the outline nakedly detached, too hard, with something of sugar or salt about it that I could not well get over."
Swiss Tea. To three ounces of tea-dust add half a pound of cowslip-flowers, and an equal quantity of any aromatic herb which happens to be at hand: dry and mix the whole carefully together. When thus prepared, take a small quantity of the mixture, let it infuse gently in warm water, then pour it gently into any vessel that happens to be at hand, sweeten with beet-root sugar, and add goat's milk to the taste.
A Ghastly Heap of Circumstances.-Last night a man (at Lucerne) murdered his wife's mother; and, having done so, walked quietly down stairs, and said to the first person he met with, I have murdered the woman. This declaration, he now says, was made in a moment of insanity, and persists in denying the crime. The evidence against him is too decisive to admit of doubt, and is strengthened by the known atrociousness of his character; but as the avowal of the accused himself is necessary to his condemnation, (a law pregnant with evil, and which makes the fate of a man depend not so much on his innocence or guilt, as on his physical force), he is consigned to a dungeon, until confinement, solitude, and prison fare shall have lowered his tone. There is in the same prison a young man not more than twenty, who has been in durance twelve months, on a charge of parricide; there exists no doubt of his having murdered both his parents. He chose slow poison as his instrument, augmenting the dose by slight degrees, and feasting on their gradual agonies!f To hear of such things congeals the blood as if one saw a spectre, or heard that something deadly had risen up from out of the earth, and was walking abroad in the world; yet this wretch's impenitent hardiness still holds out; all means have hitherto failed in extorting a confession. I asked what was likely to become of him; "he may probably be forgotten at last," was the answer,-thoughtlessly given, perhaps, for it is impossible to imagine justice so carelessly administered under any form of government whatever. And yet, notwithstanding the chances held out to the guilty, executions are frequent and terrible. Crime calls for punishment, nor should the honest and peaceable be liable to the danger of having the desperate criminal thrown out upon them, but a forced death in the midst of life, a death that cuts off the
• This is in the dandy "silver fork" style, and unworthy of the authoress. Mountains have always their immensity and their mystery, and we can surely draw upon these for defence, if threatened with the overpowering wit of saltcellars and sugar-loaves.-ED.
+ This man must have been a madman, defective in some common property of human sense and feeling. Most likely his skull would be found as defective as his character. His nature must be deformed or unfinished.
possibility of amendment, a death without repenti ance, (for what is the repentance of terror,) has something unnatural and appalling in it; and then the great question, amply resolved in our own, and other countries, where the example of capital punishment has been proved beyond all dispute to be ineffectual as a warning, ought it not to be laid at rest? Great and humane minds have investigated this great question, deeply and closely; and, in all its bearings, it is tried and condemned, yet its condemnation, like the death of the malefactor, has failed to produce any ultimate benefit.
In the corner of a shunned and neglected-looking field on the banks of the Emman, is the pastoral dwelling of the executioner, a lone wicked-looking hut, with a gibbet standing gloomily beside it. Again, near the Porte de Basle, and to the most public and frequented of the roads that lead out from the town, is the platform on which criminals are decapitated The executioner's house is close by, his garden touches the platform, and before the frost had killed everything, the soft fragrance of the mignonette, with which it was profusely sown, often attracted some of the members of my family towards its vicinity, little thinking who it was that loved flowers so much and cultivated them so sedulously. Flowers are not much cultivated here, and the little garden near the river had become a favourite with them. What a singular contrast! Flowers, the delight of innocent and gentle minds, and of the fearful instrument of condign punishment! Flowers sown or cherished by the wife or daughter of the executioner,-perhaps by his own hand.*
Home Yearnings.-I do not sufficiently understand the mechanisin of nature (human nature, I mean) to ac count for a feeling, which, in the midst of my true love for solitary mountain countries, and the deep and full enjoyment which I find in contemplating the lonely splendour of nature in her unpeopled worlds, now and then comes upon me. When I have lived in the midst of society I have never desired any other than that of the few who were dear to me, and, though a lover of cheerfulness and cheerful people, I have never cared much for what is called the world; yet when I drive along the road that leads back to the countries from which we have come, the road that goes to Berna and then to France, and so on, the utter absence of all movement, the intirely breaking off with every link that united us with the-if I may so call it-old world, has something melancholy in it, that gets hold of me I know not why. I often find myself looking out along the road to see if there is a carriage approaching, with a sort of interest for which I can not account, for I know that if Lucerne was a place of winter gaiety frequented by strangers, instead of liking, I should detest it. Why then should I, who have, if not all those I love, at least most of them around me; who possess the brightest and happiest of firesides, and never approach it without blessing the absence of what is called gaiety, and praising (from my heart) the better gifts of quiet, liberty, and lei. sure, for which we have exchanged it,-why should I cast a backward glance upon that for which I never had the slightest value? I cannot tell, and it is because I cannot, that I make a note of it, notieing also that it is only on that homeward road that it attacks me.†
German Students.-A German air, murmured on the piano in a soft but masterly way, brought us all crowding on the stairs to hear it more distinctly.. The performer, a young man in a carter's frock, sat with his back to the half-open door, touching the instrument with flying fingers, and an air of inspiration. I thought it might be Apollo just stepped down to take a little kirchwasser with the host, or say civil things to the dairy-maids, and looked up to see if there was not a cloud waiting for his divinity; but it was only a student from Heidelberg, in the favourite travelling dress. A pianoforte always makes part of the furniture of a German inn; everyone strums upon it. A girl, who had been a moment before peeling potatoes in the kitchen, has just played two or three waltzes at our request, and very prettily too, and then sung a popular air, accompanied by a very clumsy maritornes, who hummed a second, in good taste and perfect tune. What the French call "le sentiment de la musique," without which skill is ineffective and a powerful voice a calamity, seems innate in the coarsest German. The heaviest features brighteninto expression under its influence; all seem susceptible of the pleasure which is conveyed to the ear by a felicitous combination of musical sounds; and many, whose position in life puts the opportunity of musical instruction quite out of the question, give to the sweet and measured seriousness of their national songs and the wild originality of their mountain melodies, an expression of truth and feeling that leaves nothing to
Why not? Is he not a human being, with some flowery corner of humanity in his heart? And is it not better that he should have this link with his fellow-creatures, and see it appreciated?-ED.
+ The reason surely is, that anything which reminds us of home, reminds us of what we love best at home, and therefore becomes precious for so doing, though we can dispense with it when we get there.-ED.
The blouse-literally, a carter's frock, of unbleached or blue linen, with a broad belt.
be wished for by taste, or cavilled at by criticism.
PROPOSED OPENING OF THE
the distorting effect of perspective, when the point of
sight is too near to the object. A spacious inn, reputed excellent, at Andormatt,
A very beneficial purgation would be consequent greatly brightened up since we once passed a night
FROM PICCADILLY TO LINCOLN'S INN.
on this improvement; some courts of very indifferent there in the society of fourteen students from Gottingen, and fearful society, we thought, when we saw [From Mr Sydney Sinirke's interesting volume lately pretensions would be suppressed ; and the parish of
St Martin's would probably be induced to sacrifice a them tumbling in, some with oak leaves in their hats, published, entitled “Suggestions for the Architectural cemetery already too crowded with the dead to be any and all with the high qualities of Captain Rolando's
Improvement of the Western Part of London.") longer available for the purposes of decent interment. gentlemen in their faces. But their fierceness went
The new avenue now in progress from Waterloo no further than the outward man, and if they were
Among the most obvious improvements that even not well-bred according to the canons of politeness, a cursory glance over the map of London suggests, is Bridge to Long Acre, will greatly facilitate the im
provement of this vicinity, and, in conjunction with they certainly were so, even to refinement, from the the extension of Piccadilly towards the East. When the
other improvements about to be suggested, will give a impulse of good-nature. Like all the German stu- narrow courts beyond Leicester square were first
value to this spot in some respects unequalled in dents whom we have encountered, when they became
built, Marylebone was nearly a mile distant from London, ensuring the speedy erection of a superior convivial they sung, and delightfully, but ceased im- town; a small portion only of the district contained
class of buildings. Hereafter we shall have to advert mediately on hearing that I had gone to bed, “ peur between Piccadilly and Oxford Road was occupied by
to the necessity of extending northwards this avenue: de déranger Madame,” (for fear of disturbing the houses, and the western termination of Piccadilly itself,
at present let us continue the course we have been lady) as the only one who could make himself under- was at or near Devonshire House. Of course the
It cannot fail to be observed that the public would
Thus a very
derive great advantage from continuing this proposed large portion of that population which now pours its line of communication onwards through the populous Amongst the ambulating masks (at Lucerne) who were pleased to bestow themselves upon us, I must streams daily through these narrow channels, has
and ill-arranged district lying between Holborn and not omit the most interesting, four German students sprung up since the nuisance was created.
Temple Bar. It is probable that many persons of from some distant town, equipped as peasants of the nication has been a measure frequently urged, and precincts of Clare market ; to them, any path, however
The opening a free passage on this line of commu
delicate perceptions have never ventured to visit the Tyrol, with the carnival accompaniments of saucer eyes and pasteboard noses, and the Spanish ones of it may fairly be supposed that no one will be found to
circuitous, would be preferable to one which lies castanets and guitar. Their song, intermixed with deny the great convenience that would result from it
through this district. Others, however, of less to the public. As far as Leicester square nothing fastidious habits, will bear testimony to the comdance, their giddy joy, the taste, spirit, and feeling could be more easy of execution : the two sides of pounds of impurity in the lanes and courst which with which they performed, were highly characteristic. It was the merriest masking of the carnival, and Sidney's alley should be pulled down, the houses
it contains; and all will join in the opinion that, as they capered to their wild music, snapping their
rebuilt on a larger scale, and their fronts brought for-
next to a complete reformation, the best mode of
open a spacious avenue through the centre of it. into fun, always seasons its enjoyments, their gaiety afforded to the houses now of little value, whose sides
Let us suppose this effected by carrying from the became contagious. Their music, too, was delight- would be laid bare by such removal. The only pro
corner of the new piazza at the theatres a wide
street eastward to Carey street, and connecting breaking through and chastening its gaiety. I have perty, of high value which would require removal
, it with the Strand near St Clement's church by a never seen anything so dramatic off the stage, nor would be the premises of the eminent goldsmith at
branch in the direction of the present Clement's lane; often on it. It has always appeared to me that tleman from business, will perhaps offer a favourable the corner; but the intended retirement of that gen
two new and commodious facilities of access would national music can only be done justice to by those
thus be offered to all persons on their way to the city whose early recollections are bound up with it, and opportunity of effecting this plan.
or the inns of court, and the present most inconvenient who feel it in that spot of the heart's core which never
How the proposed new line would be pursued east
outlet called Wych street, through which there is of Leicester Square, may admit of some difference of now of necessity much traffic, would be altogether grows old; it is then the song of memory, gay or sad opinion. Gwynn's suggestions on this point are, as it may be, but always heart-felt.
superseded. of Germany sung by Germans have a delicious fresh- perhaps, rather too destructive, although adopted in
It is needless here to point out to those who are Tecent times by the Crown surveyor. ness about them, due, perhaps, as much to the spirit street, leading directly from the corner of Leicester
A wide interested in the improvement of St Clements and and feeling of the singers as to their intrinsic beauty.
New Inns, that the execution of such a plan as we The heart throws itself into the song, and becomes roughfares in such a way as to require the demolition square to Long Acre would traverse various tho
have above described, would be of inestimable advanagain an actor in the chase, the gay carousal, the tender inquietudes of love. Both our students and their able whether the benefit derived, great as it would be, intirely new inn, by purchasing and clearing the of much valuable property, and to render it question- tage to those estates, and would hold out a tempting
invitation to extend them, or, indeed, to establish an music were German to the letter, their song sparkled were worth the sacrifice; nor would a new strect adjacent ground, and erecting on the area so obtained and overflowed like their wine cups, and the tone of thus directed afford to those great points of confluence, commodious and cheerful chambers. When the low sentiment, which is always there to refine its coarser
Covent Garden market and the theatres, so complete precarious rents arising from the dilapidated tenements particles, was given with sentiment and feeling.
and effectual a relief as could be desired. A more Gayer nations have no idea of the hilarity of a
of this district are compared with the high and almost German dancing song, as we saw it performed last expedient proposition appears to be to alter the north
extravagant value of chambers in the neighbouring side of Bear street, and to pull down the houses on night. Such an exuberance of animal spirits, such a
inns of court, we shall be justified, perhaps, in enterthe same side of the narrow court which leads into St taining a hope, that a profitable return might be throwing off of care, every muscle in movement, all joy and revelry to the finger's ends. But the dance Martin's lane, a highly improved frontage being con
realized by the execution of this part of our plan. over, and eyes and noses laid aside, our students be consequently attained by the houses remaining on the
The dispersion of the pauper population consequent came grave men and bashful ones, with the exception right-hand side of both the street and the court above named.
on such an improvement would, it is apprehended, of a single figure, whose convivial tone defied serious.
If this alteration were effected, an easy and straight be immediately attended by a beneficial effect on the ness. Another--a little man, with a keen blood-shot carriage avenue would be opened from Piccadilly to
poor’s-rates; a circumstance which is calculated to eye, and a single feather in his flat beaver, might have Covent Garden market and the theatres, which are
ensure a favourable consideration of this project from
the parish authorities.
Nor, whilst enumerating the advantages that would
of amending the sewage of the very imperfectly have thought their style of request not of this line of communication can be considered com
drained district in question. The greater part of unlike that of the beggar in Gii Blas, who presents his pedi plete, that does not comprise the expansion of the the lateral streets and lanes are equally deficient, and
Drury lane is wholly without any sewer; many of tion in the shape of a musket. But it is a custom allowed to German students, and brings their character no more former. into question than the famous salt-collecting of the Eton
most of the drains with which this neighbourhood is
Having reached the two great theatres by the new Montem,-not indeed so much with well-regulated minds, track above described, it becomes a matter of very buildings in such a manner as to render access to
thus scantily provided, pass very objectionably under for the Etonians are not understood to want the money, while the students are; and German bonhommie does not urgent importance to effect some improvement in the
them, for the purpose of repairing and cleansing, reverse the notion of delicacy in this matter, after the vicinity of those splendid establishments. The pro- always inconvenient, and sometimes almost impracfashion of some great and rich countries that ought to know position now to be made is, to form a large Piazza,t ticable. better. At parting with these volumes, we must again thank the somewhat in the shape of a quadrant, of which the two
There is a minor improvement connected with the highly intelligent and amiable writer for the pleasure they straight sides, or radii, would be the two theatres, and have afforded us.-ED. the curve would be a handsome range of houses having here well to allude.
new avenue under consideration, to which it will be a covered colonnade in front. The area thus cleared
Every one must be aware of
the extreme inadequacy of Chancery lane, as the
rower and more crooked lane, called Fetter lane) the That I do love thee, let not words express,
their architectural character and effect. But rather thine own feelings; for I lie
of both suffer much from the pressure and contiguity great high ways of Fleet street and Holborn; the
southern extremity of this lane forms a pass con-
tion. Gazing devoutly on thy glorious eye, Doric style erected in London, has on this account
To obviate this, let Serle street be extended south-
There is indeed no
ward through the intervening alleys, and let it enter Of construing its beams; nor lighter dwell
space as the Greek Doric; for the perfect symmetry thoroughfare will thereby be obtained with very On Cupid's every other nectary,
of all its component parts, which is one of the princi. Dumb with intensest passion; for I feel pal charms of this style, is utterly lost to the eye by Great Turnstile into a serviceable carriage way, the
little sacrifice of property; and by further converting As though thy presence were a
cross communication between the two great parallel
+ The vulgar application of the word piazza is so obviously
will make what has been justly described by Gwynn
as “ one of the most convenient communications in incorrect, that it is perhaps scarcely necessary to say, that What else were hidden, even that thou art
an open space is bere intended, similar to what, with almost town." So much the object of my hopes and fears,
equal impropriety, is called a square. The centre of this
piazza would afford a favourable situation for a sculptural That they are merged in thee; thy being, theirs. monument commemorative of Shakspeare.
G. E. I.
* It is probable that any measure that would diminish Vanity of Dispute.-Contest not a point merely
wrong. Out of such contests spring dissensions and
road. She seems
A LAST WISH.
house where her school-mistress lives, by four men stuffed in, no matter whether it be understood or WHEN the blood shall quit my heart,
on a dark November night, walks across the old hall not, şuch sentiments as mine will stretch wide the When my spirit shall depart,
every night, clothed in a white sheet-what, sir, I de- mouths and eyes of half the maternal world. And these eyes no longer see ;
sire to know is, what good did my little Sally ever “ What!” a fond mamma will say, “find fault with When the bright thoughts no more come get from that? Why, she has been thinking of
an education that sends home my child so clever and Like the sun-light in a room ; nothing else ever since.” Sir, with the profoundest
so learned, that he can actually correct Mr B. and Lay me gently on the tomb.
When the old nurse left her in her myself! Where was the child that could do this
bed, she trembled as the door was shut, and said, when I was a girl ? ?” Lay me in the open air,
“My dear Mrs B.," I anUnderneath some grassy mound,
“Oh! if those four men were to come now and try swer, “it is of this very cleverness and learnedness Where the wild-bee's murmurs are,
to kill me, what should I do ?” and then she pulled that I complain ; and, that I may not appear singular And the green leaves round.
the clothes tightly over her head and prayed to God, in my opinion, allow me to cite to you the opinions And as I shall yiew the spot
far more earnestly than she ever did before, to keep of a man who has been justly styled the thinker of her safe from such cruel men, and to make her a good our age'--need I
say From my dwelling place afar
that I allude to Mr Coleridge?-Be no ritual forgot,
little girl, and love her dear father and mother better on this very identical subject. There are modes of Nothing left my rest to mar.
than she had done. And what if she did see, or teaching,' says he, “in comparison with which we have And that there may be some shade
think she saw, when she ventured to put out her been called on to despise our great schools and uni. Where my mouldering bones are laid,
head, and give a suspicious peep round the room, as versities,
6 « In whose halls are hung
Armoury of the invincible knights of old "-
choly light-what if she did see two large fierce and modes by which children are to be metamorphosed Circled round with rosemary.
fiery blazing eyes staring her full in the face, and then into prodigies. And prodigies, with a vengeance,
saw them slowly advancing towards her, and thought have I known thus produced : prodigies of self-conI abhor the close abode,
she heard a low groan as of a dying man, and then, ceit, shallowness, arrogance, and infidelity. Instead Where the spider and the rat,
as they emerged from behind the little basket where of storing the memory, during the period when the And the spirit-chilling toad,
her clothes were folded, saw them coming on rapidly, memory is the predominant faculty, with facts for the And the harpy-winged bat,
until she felt something fall heavily on her feet: it after exercise of the judgment; and instead of awakenDisrespect the solemn stones
was only her dear “granma’s” favourite tom cat ing by the noblest models, the fond and mixed models, That imprison dead men's bones. coming to her to make friends for the night, and pur
Love and Admiration, which is the natural and graceI believe I could not sleep
ring to her with much good humour. Why should ful temper of early youth, these nurselings of imWhere such things their vigils keep.
she be alarmed ? Mark, kind reader-because she proved pedagogy are taught to dispute and decide And another cause I have
thought it was a ghost ! And pray, may I inquire to suspect all but their own and their lecturer's wisFor a heaven-cover'd grave;
whether this same reason would not have been given, dom, and to hold nothing sacred from their contempt From Apollo unto me if poor old Betty had never told her ghost stories ?
but their own contemptible arrogance.'” Came the gift of poesy;
Most certainly it would !
And why? Because I must apologise, Sir, for the length to which my Therefore when my life is done,
there is a feeling--I had almost said an innate feel- “ few words” have extended, and the rambling style Let him shine upon his son.
ing—within us, that there are ghosts, that there are in which they are communicated. Allow me again I want no funereal show, spirits “ which do people the air,” and who can see
to thank you for having been the source, to me, of Prancing steed, and nodding plume ; into our inmost souls, can pierce the recesses of our
much pleasure and unfeigned delight. H. B. Nor of hypocritic woe
hearts—a kind of inferior deities, who know all our [We have inserted the above letter, both for the sake The detested gloom ;
deeds, all our actions, “whether they be good, or of the writer's goodness of intention, and because he Nor followers in dark disguise, whether they be evil.”
has “more in him," than many a reader of his avowal about Robert Hall's ghost story might suppose.
We With white kerchiefs at their eyes,
But tell me, you matter-of-fact gentleman, where certainly do not come to the same conclusions with Acting scenes of obsequies. would have been half our pleasure at the Abbey the
him on that point, nor on the necessity of teaching Nor give me what vain glory rears, other day, if there was no such thing as a ghost ?
children to be afraid of spirits, though we would open Nor aught by money bought;
to them the most unbounded fields of possibility in While we poor guinea-ticket out-of-sight gentry all the regions of a loving faith. These, doubtless, Nothing I ask, no friend I task
were sitting in that venerable temple, listening in are what he would arrive at himself; but it appears Beyond a few kind tears: solemn silence to the spirit-moving tones of that
to us that the world have had enough of the rough Strew flowers, and give me these,
ways to gentleness, of the husks and thorns of faith, pealing organ and the heart-stirring notes of that And I shall rest at ease.
however necessary such husks may have been to the splendid choir—where, I say, would half our delight ripening of the fruit; and that the time is arrived for S. R. .
have been had we not imagined that such unequalled enjoying the fruit itself.]
strains-only inferior to the "strains unutterable of BELIEF IN GHOSTS.
seraphs before the throne"-had roused the disem
bodied spirit of the immortal Handel, who slumbers To the Editor of the London Journal. in the dust close by, and that it fitted to and fro on
SUPPLEMENT OF THE LONDON Sir, I cannot express to you the pleasure I have
JOURNAL, the undulating air, as it struck and reverberated from felt in reading the pages of your Journal. To have the gilded roof? Why, without a ghost, I would [We plainly confess that we make the following found a man who can, and will, regale us with seve- have sold my ticket at a discount, and thought my
extract from the letter of an esteemed correspondent, ral columns of imaginative prose for three-halfpence, self lucky!
both as a help towards the announcement of our is a matter to me of no small gratification; and it is 6 But who in the world ever did anything," says Supplements, and as an evidence that they are not in discovering your anti-matter-of-fact vein, that I
my sapient friend, “ who believed in spirits ?” Num- unapproved.] have become vain enough to suppose you will give bers, say I; and I will give you an instance. Did
To the Editor. publication—for the amusement, though, perhaps, you ever hear, kind sir, of Robert Hall, a man of not the instruction of your readers to a few words
My Dear Sir, I have seen one of the Supplethe most exalted genius, the most refined and lofty
ments, and was astonished to find that you had conthat I have to say on those creatures of imagination imagination, the purest taste ?
He believed in trived so well to draw so much intelligence and -those flying buttresses of poetry-ghosts.
spirits. One day he was sitting in his study, writing amusement from an otherwise dry subject, and one It has often struck me, that to encourage the be- a sermon on the influence of the evil spirit. The
which is hardly ever rendered popular enough in style lief in spirits, especially in the young, is one way of window was open.
with the great majority of readers. They like well A friend called, and he left the
enough to hear of the antiquities of London, familmaking them religious. It may make them super- room to see and converse with him. He was absent iarised to them as you would do it, but grow weary stitious; but who is religious without being so ? It but a short time-I forget how long--and on return- of an old book containing them. Public writers may highly excite their tender imaginations, but it ing found that his unfinished sermon was gone.
have a good deal yet to do, to induce the majority of
readers to read as they ought. Experience, I am incannot fail to kindle a poetic flame in their mindsa had fled_it was nowhere to be found. The yard clined to think, will show that knowledge, through flame which, when once kindled can never be
below the window, every place where it might have reading, will be best communicated where the differextinguished, and which engenders virtue, morality, been wafted by the wind, was searched with the most
ence between reader and writer is not made so manikind-heartedness, and benevolence,
fest, at least where they approach nearer in sentiment Oh! what diligent and serupulous care, but without effect.
and familiarity. Surely our great writers have now would our mortal days be good for, were it not Now what was Hall's conclusion? Why! one that and then dreamt of monopolizing their researches for imagination
everyone in his senses must have come to that the into the hitherto unknown stores of knowledge, and " Which colours life's dark cloud with orient rays!” devil had taken it away. He firmly believed it, and by so doing make the day as distant as possible when
literature, or the love of it, shall have become more "Well,” coolly grunts a cui bono gentleman, while
the business of men's lives, or they would have conhe munches his breakfast and sips bis tea, “what has
Now I know that most, if not all, of what I have descended more, or rather have appeared to condethis to do with the question as to the good that my been saying, runs counter to all modern notions of scend more, to the level of their understandings. In children are to get from being afraid to go to bed in
my poor opinion, your style is much more calculated education. In these degenerate days, when every
to induce us to read, and to love knowledge for its the dark, after having been terrified by my old nurse, child is Pestalozzified into a pest—when every other
own sake, than any other, for the reasons I have atwho has already almost frightened my little Sally out child you meet is a prodigy_when everything is tempted to give.
Your obliged servant, of her wits by telling her how the ghost of an old taught but obedience to parents and respect for supe
H. W. S. gentleman, who was killed many years ago in the
riors-when the only consideration is, how much is
so do I.
(a divine) did before us, in his masterly jeu d'esprit upon
August 28. Sin,Amongst your numerous correspondents, without the ambition of being noticed for one, allow me to make a remark on your last number. It relates to the profane expletives introduced in the Dialogue with a Sportsman." Be assured that to every mind of the least refinement, to say nothing about religion, such a practice is extremely offensive. The common plea adduced in justification of it—that it is to take the manner from life, and that without it the discourse would want the point arising from verisimilitude,-is trifling. Is then profaneness necessary to sprightliness, the expletives essential to wit; or if so, are we so destitute of them as to be compelled to resort to oaths? Better then, I say, want point, and wit, and everything else, than be shocked by the very attempt to give us pleasure.
It gives me great satisfaction to observe that the offensive practice is growing out of use. No one can have failed to notice the vast improvement in this respect, as well as in some other usages, that has taken place of late years in those classes of society that were formerly disgraced by them. They have descended now to the very dregs of the community; where it may be hoped that, as knowledge shall increasingly pervade the public mind, and better materials be afforded for conversation, they will be at length intirely worked off. It has occurred to me more than once to administer reproof to persons of decent appearance for the disgusting habit; and I have uniformly found, that the most covert expression of disapprobation against it has been instantly understood and felt, and led to its discontinuance. A Reverend once found himself seated in a coach with a
This weakness, in every instance without exception, we take to be one of five sorts. It is either a mere habit contracted in youth from bad example; or it is an instinct of weakness, affecting a sort of strength; or it is a brute strength, weak on the side of the un
Mr Bentham in his posthumous work on Deontology, has a passage on swearing, which our correspondent will be glad to see. "The passion of anger," he observes, "has been already denounced as useful on no occasion; pernicious and pain-giving on almost every occasion. All habits, therefore, that administer to it, are to be avoided. Of these habits, that of cursing and swearing is among the most foolish and the most mischievous. The popular sanction is happily directing its opprobium against such exhibitions. Fashion had once taken them under its protection; fashion is now repudiating them. In addition to the pain produced by the anger which excites them, other pain will be produced by the expression of anger in a form so offensive. In the minds of some, it will shock the religious affections; in the minds of all it will produce sensations which benevolence should avoid conveying.”
Our correspondent will see how sincerely we agree with Mr Bentham, when we repeat the following note which we wrote at the margin of this passage, on first reading his book :
"I never knew a swearer, whether a foolish person otherwise or not, in whom the habit was not traceable to some obvious weakness."
and many of the customs and expressions of our ancestors, are still preserved in common use and parlance) I was forced to revert to the hours of childhood, and its battles with the thorns and prickles of the berry and the furze, and tempted to devote an hour to the seeking, plucking, and eating of this delicate "fairy-dish" (and it is a rarity), by the joyous shout of the young berry gatherers, when they were fortunate enough to discover a tree of the blooming dew-berry." The call of the young gentleman to his sister, "Oh, here, Matilda, here is a dewberry' tree!" and the anxious reply of the gentle 'dew-berry' of humanity, ." Don't pick them, dear Henry, till I come-I must pick them myself," still sound in my ears, and remind me of the then expressed hope that the bloom of innocence may continue till the hour appointed by heaven for her being gathered with affection to delight the hours of man's weary travail."
Leaving it to you to make the correction in any way you may think proper, I subscribe myself, with much delight and sympathy,
Your constant friend,
Portrait of Rousseau, by Madame de Stael-Rousseau had little eyes, which had no expression of themselves, but successively received that of the different impulsions of the mind. His eyebrows were very prominent and seemed proper to serve his moroseness, and hide him from the sight of man. His head was for the most part hung down, but it was neither flattery nor fear that had lowered it; meditation and melancholy had weighed it down like a flower bent by the storm or its own weight. When he was silent, his physiognomy had no expression ; neither his thoughts nor affections were apparent in his visage, except when he took part in conversation; but the moment he ceased speaking, they retired to the bottom of his heart. His features were common; but when he spoke they all acquired the greatest animation. He resembled the gods which Ovid describes to us, sometimes quitting by degrees their terrestrial disguise, and at length discovering themselves by the brilliant rays emanating from their countenance.
fellow-traveller for the night-a man of gentlemanly derstanding; or it is an indulgence of spleen allowed itself by morbid knowledge, despairing of its fellowcreatures and of itself; or, lastly, it is pure folly giving itself airs of a knowledge of the world and a superiority to timid prejudices. But the two latter instances belong to the second. We have known very intelligent, and very good men too, swear; but as no
habits, and disposed to enter with him into free con-
man is without his weakness, so we never knew a
I have written the above from a concern for the success of your Journal. There is so much of good taste, sentiment, and information in it, that it is a pity its circulation should be abridged by anything that would make it objectionable to a large mass. The circle in which I move is chiefly religious, and I have ventured to recommend it there, which may in some measure account to you for what some might deem my over sensitiveness.
The "Romance of Real Life" is a part, I think, that must soon fail you. Under this impression I had recourse to several remarkable facts that I had met with in a course of reading, somewhat different I should apprehend from your own; and selected the books containing them, with a view of submitting them to your inspection. But as it might possibly be a work of supererogation, and as probably the character of your Journal can hardly as yet be considered as established, I forbear. It might, as far as I can judge, be made to take a higher and more permanent standing than most of its contemporaries, nor would this at all be retarded, but rather accelerated, by the absence of everything disagreeable to the purer classes of society.
T. L. [We are obliged to the writer of the above letter, for the manifest good will which induced him to send it; but he misconceived us in supposing that we made our sporting hero swear, merely for the sake of painting him after nature, and describing manners. We did it purposely to shew, that he was as weak in manners as in argument. We confess we have not the precise notions on this subject, in a literary point of view, which are entertained by our correspondent, though we should be loath to disconcert any such kind persons as himself, and shall endeavour not to do so; but we can as unaffectedly say that we dislike swearing, and have taken more than one occasion of endeavouring to make it look what it is, as Swift
'DEW-BERRIES' NOT GOOSE
[THIS letter should have been inserted before. The interpretation of dew-berries by gooseberries was not ours, but that of some Shakspeare commentator in the edition from which we quoted. So far to vindicate our natural hedge-row discernment in the eyes of our obliging correspondent.]
Westminster. MY DEAR EDITOR, Rejoicing with exceeding great joy and gladness of heart at the increased success of your benevolent papers, I am anxious that you should not, even in trifles, be the cause of misleading any one of your readers. Do me therefore the kindness to notice, in any way most becoming to your editorial sensations, that there is an error in your annotation of "gooseberry” applied to Shakspeare's "dew-berries." My dear rambler in green lanes, by brakes and briars, who lovest nature in her wild luxuriance, and whose heart boundeth with thankfulness at the good in all things, you must surely be familiar with that delightful little berry which is so eagerly sought after, and obtained at such cost, by the young of all stations, and yclept by all the " black-berry,”—and I know that the very finest species of that fruit are still hailed in the eastern parts of our island, in the realms of East Anglia --even in the mouths of cottagers' boys, by the name of "dew-berries." Luxuriant in size and form, and covered with a delicious maiden bloom (whence its sweet prenomen), delightful to the eye and inviting to the taste, they are as supereminent over the other fruits of the world and the "waste" (as it is called) as the apricot was esteemed above its cultivated brethren. Hence their beautiful poetic association by Shakspeare in the same breath. During the last autumn, whilst rambling over many parts of East Anglia (where, by the bye, much of our old language,
Profound and Noble Remark.-The happiness of the worst man of the species is as much an integrant part of the whole of human happiness, as is that of the best man.-Bentham.
We shall insert with pleasure, and gratitude, the Journey of S.; for it is excellent.
The quarter alluded to by G. F. was not available for his object; but we hope to succeed in another. An answer respecting his Manuscripts in our next.
An answer as speedily as possible to Mrs W. of Canterbury. The absence of the gentleman who attends to the business part of our Journal, renders it impossible at this moment.
We had not forgotten our old friend and correspondent H. W. S. whose letter (as he will see) was welcome to us for more reasons than one,
There was merit in the former lines of S. R. J. but we did not think them so good as those that appear in our present number.
We regret not to have advised URBANUS SYLVAN to select some more promising spot to commence his perambulations in, than the one he has chosen. We feel that we ought not to have tempted him into so much trouble to such an apparently thankless purpose.
The objections of J. D. to the National Gallery should have been inserted with pleasure, had not their tone been unsuited to the pages of this urbanest of hebdomadals.
Will W. S. allow us to make an occasional omission? If so, we shall have much pleasure in giving insertion to his communications; and we only propose taking this liberty, for reasons which he would approve as an editor, even for the sake of the just opinions which he advocates. Will he also tell us what he proposes by his title of "Quotations from Johnson?" Are the quotations to come? For we see nothing of the Great Quotable at present.
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open to us whatever regions it pleases, of possibilities how little we make of it, that human beings are not (LIFE AFTER DEATH.-BELIEF IN
honourable to God and man, cultivating them studi- the chief inhabitants of the planet, but that there SPIRITS.
ously, whether we thoroughly understand them or are others, of a nobler sort, who see and enjoy all We made use of an inaccurate expression in our last For who thoroughly understands anything its loveliness, and who regard us with the same curinumber, which we are anxious to correct. We spoke which he cultivates, even to the flowers at his feet? osity with which we look upon bees or beavers. But of man as a “finite" creature. The term, strictly And cultivating these, shall we refuse 10 cultivate a consideration of the divine qualities of love and speaking, does not convey the meaning we intended. also the stars, and the aspirations and thoughts an- imagination and hope (as well as some other reflecFinis is an end, and finite would imply a being, gelical, and the hopes of rejoining friends and kin- tions, more serious) restores us to confidence in ourwhose end, or utter termination, was known and dred, and all the flowers of heaven ? —No, as- selves, and we resume our task of endeavouring to certain. Assuredly we wrote the word in no such suredly,not while we have a star to see, and a equalize enjoyment with the abundance afforded us. spirit of presumption. All our writings will testify, thought to reach it. Why should heaven have given When we look upon the stars at night-time, shining that we are of a religion which enjoys the most un. us those? Why not have put us into some blank and sparkling like so many happy eyes, conscious of bounded hopes of man, both here and hereafter. By region of space, with wall of nothingness on all their joy, we cannot help fancying that they are so finite we meant to imply a creature of limited powers sides of us, and no power to have a thought beyond many heavens which have realized, or are in the proand circumscribed present existence. Far were we it? Because, some advocate of chance and blind gress of realizing, the perfections of which they are from daring to lift up mortal finger against immor. action, may say,—it could not help it; because the capable; and that our own planet (a star in the tal futurity. Religion itself must first be put out of nature of things could not help it ;–because things heavens to them) is one of the same golden brotherman's heart, and the very stars out of the sky, and are as they are. O the assumptions of those who hood of hope and possibility, destined to be retained no such words be remembered as sentiment and ima- protest against assumption! of the faculty which as a heaven, if its inhabitants answer to the incitegination and memory, and hope too; ay, and reason, exclusively calls itself reason, and would deprive us ments of the great Experimenter, or to be done before we should presume to say what end ought to of some of our most reasonable faculties! Even
away with for a new experiment if they fail. For be put to these endless aspirations of the soul. upon the ground of these gentlemen's shewing, faith endeavour and failure, in the particular, are mani
We are for making the most of the present world, itself cannot be helped ; at least not as long as things festly a part of the universal system ; and consideras if there were no hereafter; and the most of here- are as they are;” and in this respect, we are ing the large scale on which Providence acts, and after, as if there were no present world. We think assuredly not for helping it. We are content to let the mixture of evil through which good advances, that God, and Christianity, and utility, and imagina- it love and be happy.
Deluges are to be accounted for on principles of the tion, and right reason, and whatsoever is complete
most natural reason, moral as well as physical, and and harmonious in the constitution of the human
With regard to the belief in Spirits (which we
an awful belief thus becomes reconcileable to the faculties, however opposed it may seem, enjoin us to take this opportunity of saying a few more words
commonest deductions of utility. do BOTH. We are surprised, notwithstanding the
upon, as it was in answer to our correspondent on allowance to be made for the great diversity of this subject that we made use of the word we have But “ bad spirits” and spirits to be “afraid of”?
We confess, that large and willing as our faith is in Christian sects, how any Christian, calling himself explained) it has surely a right, even upon the sesuch by the least right of discipline, can undervalue
verest grounds of reason, to rest upon the same pri- the utmost possibilities of life and varieties of being, the utmost human endeavours in behalf of this vileges of possibility, and of a modest and wise ig- we see no reason of any sort to believe in those, at world, the utmost cultivation of this one (among and even a knowing faith ; for the more we know of malignity. It is possible that other beings, as well
norance to the contrary, as any other parts of a loving least not as made up of anything like pure evil or others) of the manifest and starry gardens of God; but we are most of all surprised at it in those that
existence, the more we discover of the endless and as men, may partake more or less of imperfection, adhere the most literally to injunction and pro- thronging forms of it,—of the crowds in air, earth, and so be liable to mistake and brute impulses; but, phecy, while they know how to confine the fugitive
and are we, with our confessedly limited as we need not be troubled with this side of spiritual and conventional uses of the terms “ this world,” &c. faculties, and our daily discoveries of things wonder- possibility, why should we ? For as to pure evil or &c. to their proper meanings.
ful, to assume that there are no modes of being but malignity for its own sake, apart from some procuresuch as are cognizable to our five senses ?
ment or notion of good, nothing which we see in all In the feasibility of this consummation the most
possessed but two or three senses, we know very well nature induces us to suppose it possible. The veriest infidel Utilitarian is of the same faith with the most
that there are thousands of things round about us, of wretch that ever astonished the community, did not believing Christian, and so far is
which we could have formed no conception ; and perpetrate his crime out of sheer love of inflicting - the best good Christian, he,
does not common modesty, as well as the possibilities evil, but out of some false idea of good and pleasure, Although he knows it not.
of infinitude, demand of us, that we should suppose or of avoidance of evil, which idea might have been Now he is only to carry his beloved reason a little there are senses besides our own, and that with the done
away in him by a wiser and healthier training. farther, and he will find himself on the confines of help of but one more, we might become aware of And as to the belief in a great malignant principle the most unbounded hopes of another world as well phenomena, at present unmanifested to human eyes ? or Devil (though even he has his horrible story lightas of the present; for reason itself, in its ordinary Locke has given celebrity to a story of a blind man, ened by a mixture of mistake and suffering), the sense, will tell him that it is reasonable to make the who, being asked what he thought of the colour of most devout Christians have long been giving it up, utmost of all his faculties, imagination included.
red, said he conceived it must be like the sound of a especially since they have observed that the places in Mr Bentham, the very personification of his reason, trumpet. A counterpart to this story has been found which he is mentioned in Scripture are very rare, has told him so.* And if he come to the Pure Reason (we know not with what truth) in that of a deat sometimes apocryphal, and at other times translateof the Germans, or the discoveries which that con- man, who is said to have likened the sound of a able into a very different sense from what was comtemplative nation say they have made, in the highest trumpet to the colour of red. Dr Blacklock, who monly received. In truth, the word “ devil" has regions of the mind, of a reason above ordinary rea
was blind from his infancy, and who wrote very good not been translated at all; it has simply been repeated, son, reconciling the logic and consciousness of the heart and impart verses, in which he talked of light and thus given rise, in many instances, to a manifest latter with the former's instinctive and hitherto un- and colours with all the confidence of a repetition- and painful delusion; for devil (diabolus, Latin; developed affirmations, he is told that he may give evi- exercise (a striking lesson to us verse-makers!) being diavolo, Italian) is merely the Greek word difonos dence to faith after his own most approved fashion. requested one day to state what he really thought of (diabolos) repeated; and diabolos signified simply an For our parts, we confess that we are of a more child- something visible,—of the sun for instance,-said, accuser,-a calumniator; it was a Greek word for like turn of contentment; and that keeping our
with modest hesitation, that he conceived it must re- an evil-speaker, a thrower of stones, and came from ordinary reason
to what appears to us its fittest semble “a pleasing friendship!” We quote from a verb signifying to cast through, or against. The task, namely, the guarding us against the admission memory; but this was his simile. We may thus Latin word is used in the sense to this day, in the of gratuitous pains, we will suffer a loving faith to judge what we miss by the small amount of our own well-known appellation of the Attorney-General,
complete senses. We have been sometimes tempted which has caused so many jokes against that officer ; • Deontology, vol. II. p. 102. The passage was given in the first Number of the London Journal.
to think, seeing what a beautiful world this is, and for he who was known in France by the title of Pub
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