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greatly impaired his power of elocution and utterance, and became at length so

put on his dress with the most studied care and neat. severe as to accelerate

PREJUDICE. his end.

He is said, not only to have prepared his attitudes, but also to have adjusted the plaits of his gown

For the London Journal. A few months, however, before his death, which before a mirror, when about to issue forth to the To hate a man, and look upon him with suspicion, happened in 703, he pleaded for his nephew, Messala, Forum; and to have taken no less care in arranging for no other reason but that he belongs to or was born who was accused of illegal canvassing, and who was them than in moulding the periods of his discourse. acquitted, more in consequence of the astonishing exertions of his advocate than the justice of his cause.

He so tucked up his gown, that the folds did not fall in some particular country, betrays a narrow and

by chance, but were formed with great care by the prejudiced mind; yet how often do we hear men So unfavourable, indeed, was his case esteemed, that help of a knot artfully tied, and concealed by the however much the speech of Hortensius had been ad- plies of his robe, which apparently flowed carelessly

who are accounted wise and learned avow an aversion mired, he was received, on entering the theatre of around him. Curio the following day, with loud clamour and hisses, instituting an action of damages against a person who

Macrobius also records a story of his

to an individual, without being able to assign any which were the more remarked, as he had never

reason for so doing, other than the one just menmet with similar treatment in the whole course of and had ruffled his toga, when he was about to appear prepossessed in favour of a stranger before he has

had jostled him, while walking in this elaborate dress, tioned. Though these gentlemen may be ever so his forensic career. The speech, however, revived all the ancient admiration of the public for his oratorical happiest arrangement, -an anecdote which, whether spoken, let him but wag his tongue, and if his talents, and convinced them, that if he had always possessed the same perseverance as Cicero, he would 'tertained of his finical attention to everything that they have an antipathy, the charm is broken, and

true or false, shows, by its currency, the opinion en- speech denotes him belonging to a country to which not have ranked second to that orator. Another of concerned the elegance of his attire, or the graceful- they immediately turn their backs upon him. This his most celebrated harangues was that against the Manilian law, which vested Pompey with such ex

ress of his figure and attitudes.

have been the only blemish in his oratorical charac- prejudice is generally very prevalent among those traordinary powers, and was so warmly supported by ter; and the only stain on his moral conduct was, his who have moved but in a limited sphere,—who have Cicero. That against the sumptuary law, proposed practice of corrupting the judges in the causes in by Crassus and Poinpey, in the year 683, which tended to restrain the indulgence of his own taste, which he was employed, a practice which must be, in

never by travelling and reflection been able to rub was well adapted to Hortensius's style of eloquence; system at Rome; for, whatever might be the excela great measure, imputed to the effects of the judicial off the rust of illiberalism that is so apt to incrust

the soul. The Scottish Lowlander turns up his nose and his speech was higlily characteristic of his dispo- lence of the Roman laws, nothing could be worse sition and habits of life.

and thinks himself superior to the Highlander; the He declaimed, at great than the procedure under which they were adminis- Englishman fancies himself a cut above the Scotchlength, on the glory of Rome, which required splen- tered. dour in the mode of living followed by its citizens.

man, whom he considers servile and mean; and the He frequently glanced at the luxury of the consuls

Hortensius was first married to a daughter of Q. themselves, and forced them, at length, by his eloCatullus, the orator, who is one of the speakers in the

American is never tired of cracking his jokes upon

John Bull, who in return holds the Yankee in utter quence and sarcastic declamation, to relinquish their dialogue De Oratore (Cicero, De Oratore, Lib. III. scheme of domestic retrenchment.

c. 61). He afterwards asked, and obtained from contempt. The speeches of Hortensius, it has been already ceeded to a great part of the wealth of Hortensius

Cato, the loan of his wife Marcia; who, having suc- Two reasons may be assigned for this illiberal conmentioned, lost part of their effect, by the orator's after his death, was then taken back by her former

duct in the family of man. advance in years, but they suffered still more by being husband (Plutarch, In Catone). By his first wife

These are past outrages

and climate. transferred to writing. As his chief excellence con

By past outrages we mean the cruel Hortensius had a son and daughter. In his son, sisted in action and delivery, his writings were much

wars that it was customary in bygone times for one Quintus, he was not more fortunate than his rival, nation to wage with another, and the consequent inferior to what was expected from the high fame lie

Cicero, in his son Marcus, had enjoyed; and, accordingly, after death, he re

Cicero, while pro-consul devastations and crimes which caused the posterity tained little of that esteem which he had so abundantly and scandalous appearance made by the

of Cilicia, mentions in one of his letters, the ruffian possessed during his life. Although, therefore, his

younger Hor

of each country to grow up with the idea that the orations had been preserved, they would have given I invited him once to supper, says he, on his father's

tensius at Laodicea, during the shows of gladiators. other was its “natural enemy.” Thank heaven! us but an imperfect idea of the eloquence of Horten

these stormy times are over; the sun of civilization sius; but even this aid has been denied us; and we

account; and, on the same account, only once.
(Epist. Ad Attic. Lib. VI. Epit. 3.) Such, indeed,

is beaming upon the minds of men, but still their
must now, therefor chiefly trust is oratorical
character to the opinion of his great but unprejudiced time, entertained thoughts of disinheriting him, and

was his unworthy conduct, that his father, at this hearts are not yet sufficiently warmed towards each rival. It was by means of Hortensius that Cicero

other--the prejudices of their forefathers still exist was chosen one of the College of Augurs,-a service making his nephew Messala his heir ; but in this intention he did not persevere. ( Valer. Maxim. Lib.

among them, and dwell in their bosoms like the of which his gratified vanity ever appears to have reIV. c. 9.) After his father's death, he joined the

waves of the ocean after a storm. tained an agreeable recollection. In a few of his

party of Cæsar (Cicero, Epist. Ad Attic. Lib. X. The second cause is climate. In a country which letters, indeed, written during the despondency of his

Epit. 16, 17, 18.), by whom he was appointed proexile, he hints a suspicion that Hortensius had been

is favoured by nature with every luxury the earth consul of Macedonia; in which situation he espoused instrumental in his banishment, with a view of enthe side of the conspirators, after the assassination of

produces, where the ground yields spontaneously all grossing to himself the whole glory of the bar; but

Cæsar. (Cicero, Philip. X. c. 5 and 6.) By order of that the appetite requires, and where few necessities this mistrust ended with his recall, which Hortensius,

Brutus, he slew Caius Antonius, brother to the exist to act as stimulants upon the minds of the inthough originally he had advised him to yield to the

and storm, urged on with all the influence of which he being atierwards taken prisoner at the battle of habitants, they are apt to become slothful and indowas possessed. Hortensius also appears to have been

lent. On the other hand, the natives of a cold Phillipi, he was slain by Marc Antony, by way of free from every feeling of jealousy or envy, which in reprisal, on the tomb of his brother. (Plutarch, In climate and comparatively barren soil, who are conhim was still more creditable, as his rival was

M. Bruto.) Hortensia, the daughter, inherited some- tinually compelled to exert their utmost ingenuity to younger than himself, and yet ultimately forced him

A

raise a subsistence, become eventually so ingenious from the supremacy. Such having been their senti- thing of the spirit and eloquence of her father.

severe tribute having been imposed on the Roman ments of mutual esteem, Cicero has done his oratoric matrons by the Triumvirs, Antony, Octavius, and

and artful, that even Nature herself is hardly a match talents ample justice, representing him as endued with

Lepidus, she boldly pleaded their cause before these for them. They are incessantly at war with the all the qualities necessary to form a distinguished noted extortioners, and obtained some alleviation of elements, and their minds are never allowed to speaker. His imagination was fertile his voice was

remain inactive. Necessity is the grand sharpener sweet and harmonious_his demeanour dignified-his the impost. (Valer. Maxim. Lib. VIII. c. 3.) Quin

tus, the son of the orator, left two children, Q. Horlanguage rich and elegant—his acquaintance with tensius Corbio, and M. Hortensius Hortalus. The

of their wits, and the new discoveries they are ever literature extensive. So prodigious was his memory, former of these was a monster of debauchery, and making in the arts and sciences are numberless. that, without the aid of writing, he recollected every

is mentioned by Valerius Maximus among the most From these countries there is always a considerable word he had meditated, and every sentence of his adversary's oration, even to the titles and documents striking examples of those descendants who have de- ,

generated from the honour of their ancestors. (Lib. part of the population emigrating into those of brought forward to support the case against him-a III. c. 3.) This wretch, not being likely to become

their neighbours. They carry along with them faculty which greatly aided his peculiarly happy art

a father, and the wealth of the family having been their native ingenuity, their hardihood, their of recapitulating the substance of what had been said

He also originally partly settled on the wife of Catto, pardly dissipated industry and their poverty. * The better-informed by his antagonist or by himself.* possessed an indefatigable application; and scarcely a

wars, Augustus Cæsar, who was a great promoter of part of the community, among whom they locate, day passed in which he did not speak in the Forum, or exercise nimself in forensic studies or preparation. matrimony, gare Hortensius Hortalus a pecuniary encourage them for their useful" qualities ; but the

others, seeing themselves supplanted by these new But, of all the various arts of oratory, he most re

illustrious a family might not become extinct.

He

comers, grow jealous, and begin to hate them. There markably excelled in a happy and perspicuous ar

and his children, however, fell into want during the rangement of his subject. Cicero only slightly re

Tacitus has

may be certain duties in the country which the naproaches him with showing more study and art in his reign of his benefactor's successor.

painted, with his usual power of striking delineation, tives are prejudiced against, and which they consider

It appears, gestures than was necessary for an orator.

that humiliating scene, in which he appeared with a disgrace to perform : the foreigners, not having the however, from Macrobius, that he was much ridiculed his four children to beg relief from the senate; and

same feelings towards such offices, and viewing them by his contemporaries, on account of his affected ges

the historian has also recorded the hard answer which tures. In pleading, his hands were constantly in

he received from the unrelenting Tiberius.

Per- only as roads to wealth, fill them, and if they should motion, whence he was often attacked by his adver.

ceiving, however, that his severity was disliked by happen to be polite and civil in the performance of saries in the Forum for resembling an actor; and, on

the senate, the Emperor said that, if they desired it, their duty, they are too often called mean and servile. one occasion he received from his opponent the aphe would give a certain sum to each of Hortalus's

The country to which they belong is then fastened pellation of Dionysia, which was the name of a celebrated dancing girl. Asop and Roscius frequently lus, either from terror or dignity of mind, said not a male children. They returned thanks; but, Horta

upon, and not only it, but all that are in it, and all attended his pleadings, to catch his gestures, and imi

word; and from this time, Tiberius showing him no that ever left it, are branded with the epithets of begtate them on the stage. Such, indeed, was his exer

favour, his family sunk into the most abject poverty, garly, mean, and servile. The sentiments of the tion in action, that it was commonly said, that it

( Tacit. Annal. Lib. II. c. 37 and 38.) could not be determined whether the people went to were the descendants of the orator with the park, jealous natives quickly spread, and the foreigners

, hear or to see him. Like Demosthenes, he chose and

ere long, find that it has become quite fashionable to the plantations, the ponds, and the pictures!

hold them in derision and contempt, without their As a proof of his astonishing memory, it is recorded by

knowing why or wherefore. If a war should at any Seneca, that, for a trial of his powers of recollection, he remained a whole day at a public auction, and when it was

time have raged between the two countries, the averconcluded, he repeated in order what had been sold, to whom, and at what price. This recital was compared with the

Titian's Portraits.--It may be said of them, thatsion is doubly strong : generation after generation clerk's account, and his memory was found to have served it is they who look at you, more than you who look will imbibe this prejudice; and if a few of these him faithfully in every particular. --Senec. Praf, Lib. 1. Controv. at them.- Northcote.

foreigners should turn out unprincipled persons, the

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THE FIRST OF THE FAIKIES.

SET TO MUSIC BY VINCENT NOVELLO.

hatred to the nation will become such as centuries of laws and constitution, is it his business, who is but responsible or reprehensible for the delinquencies of honourable dealing will scarcely cancel.

a stranger in the land, to sow the seeds of sedition its unprincipled sons. In our own lifetime we have In a conversation which we lately had with an in- and discontent ? If he is disgusted with their form met with honest Jews, disinterested Scotchmen, li. telligent but prejudiced friend, he expressed himself of government, why does he remain under it ? beral Englishmen, sincere Irishmen, polite Ameristrongly against the Scotch, whom he professed to Why does he not pack up his goods and return to his cans, intelligent Indians, and good and noble of dislike above all other nations. Upon asking his “ dear' country?" No one will hinder him— nearly every country. We have also met with their reasons for such dislike, he said, he had always found unless it may be his poverty or his creditors. But if countrymen possessing the opposites to all these quathem so mean and selfish that he felt disgusted with his interest tells him that he had better remain where lities: but are we to condemn the former and their tkem. Have you, we asked, never met with a he is, let him learn to respect the feelings of those countries because of the latter? Heaven forbid · straightforward, disinterested Scotchman?

by whom he exists, and bless the land he lives in, Very seldom, answered he, with a significant shake

until he can afford to go back to his own country, of the head. men and relations, who doubtless will be glad to re

FAIRY SONG, Then you have met with some such in your life

ceive him, especially if he takes along with him a time? well-lined purse and a liberal hand.

DEAR SIR,—I see by your number for the pre

sent week, that you have taken up my favourite Why, said he, after a short pause, upon considera- There are some branches of certain trades and

subject of the Fairy People. In return for the tion, I have met with some exceptions to the rest of professions in which the French completely out

gratification you have afforded me, I request your their countrymen, but I always suspected them, and strip the English. When one of these skilful mon

acceptance of the following poetical trifle, if you have carefully avoided any sort of intimacy or inter- sieurs enters a town and divides a business with a

think it worth presenting to your readers.-I am, course with them, excepting what was accidental or native, who has monopilised it for years, what can be

dear sir, your sincere well-wisher, absolutely necessary.–Our friend is only one out of said? The feelings as well as the prospects of the

CHARLES Cowdex CLARKI . thousands who express a dislike to a people without Englishman have a severe blow; but is the French

October 2, 1831. being aware that it is early prejudice that causes this man to blame?

Certainly not. The law of the land dislike, and not their own experience.

allows foreigners to settle and trade in this country, But how often are foreigners themselves to blame

and he has only done what any other person with the

same ideas would have done, namely, taken up his for rousing and keeping alive this enmity and ill-will

What ho!

ye

minims of earth, between them and the people with whom they well. · Is it the public, then, on whom the blame abode where he had the greatest prospect of doing

Enwomb'd in your cells,
sojourn! We were a short time since at a social party
in London, where the majority were English, when
descends? Surely not.

The buttercup bells;
By employing this stranger

Come forth at my calla young Scotchman, being asked to contribute his they are enabled to get their work done in a more

Come forth one and allshare to the hilarity of the meeting, started one of elegant manner and cheaper than they could when

Tis Oberon calls you to birth. those songs of his country which inveighs against the they employed their own countryman, and at the

Whence we came, and what we were, Southrons, and which seemed to have been composed same time are treated with more politeness and civi

Let no one ask let no one care, when the two nations were at deadly variance. He

lity. No one can reasonably blame them for study.
Who then is the supplanted

Since here we are !_since here we are ! sang with all the enthusiasm of a would-be patriot, ing their own interest

. darting his glances around him as if he was eyeing artisan to storm against, if he cannot justifiably do so

You, Brisk, and Frisk,

With Whip, and Nip, his foes, and striking the table with his fist, as though against his rival or the public? We answer, against

Come forth in your ranks, he fancied he was busily engaged with his broad-sword

no one; for no one is censurable. But if he must in the battle field.

Come forth with your pranks,
In looking from him to the
needs storm, let him do so against chance, or his own

And crown we our birth-night with mirth. Southron part of the company, we observed a jolly inability to keep his place in the public estimation.

Come one, come two, good-natured old gentleman shrug up his shoulders,

Instead, however, of grumbling about the caprice of and look over to a friend on the other side of the the unpatriotic public, and cherishing and encourage

“ With mop and mowe;"

Come twenty in order meet; room, who, in his turn, smiled, winked, and shrugged ing an inveterate hatred for all foreigners

, and French

And as you pass his shoulders also. A few of the youngsters looked men in particular, if he is a wise man he will pocket

O'er the dewy grass, fiercely and disdainfully at the Scotchman, while his gains, and thank his stars that he so long fattened

In lightning glance others seemed at a loss whether to construe this ill- uninterruptedly upon a business for which, he now timed song into an insult, or ascribe its introduction finds, he was not so well qualified as others in the

Of your whirling dance, world. He will also reflect that his son-if he has

Make rainbows with your twinkling feet. to the rawness and ignorance of the singer. The moment he had finished, an older Scotchman, and a one—is able to learn certain trades in this coun

You, Mustard seed, go tweak man of the world, perceiving the spirit that his imtry, in which Frenchmen never attain any remark

With roguish freak prudent countryman had roused among the company, able degree of excellence, who, when he pleases,

The nose of cramming priest ;

While Cob-web there, and Nip, proposed, and almost immediately began, a favourite has the same liberty to go over to France and

Will pinch and grip English drinking song, which he sung with so much supplant French artisans, as the aforesaid French

The snoring slattern in her nest. glee and spirit, as completely restored the good man had to come over to England and supplant

And when the owl has wing'd his flight, his father. humour, and banished the feeling which had a few

Supposing, however, that the rival

And the pearly drops of night minutes previous threatened to disturb the harmony had been an Englishman with the same tact and

Hang thickest on the lime-tree flower, of the evening.

genius as the Frenchman, would he not have suc-
ceeded as well ? There is not a doubt of it. The

You, Bean and Pea-blossom, go clamber
How often, too, are the feelings of the natives hurt

To the sleeping maiden's chamber, by foreigners drawing comparisons between the land public do not patronize the Frenchman merely bethey live in and the one in which they were born cause he is a Frenchman ; it is his superior workman

And prank anew her window bower."

Now hey for a roundel !-So-so! and bred. These comparisons are generally partial, ship and pleasing politeness that obtain for him

And now through the roundel we go; especially if he who draws them left his country their support and estimation.

My fairies keep time when young. It is the nature of man to look back Until the day arrives when man shall become

To the cricket's chime, upon the scenes of his infancy, when his heart was more of a cosmopolitan, and allow his reasoning

And the laugh of our chorus-“ Ho! ho !” free from care, with an interest which is heightened powers to act less shackled by pride and blind selfishby distance, present troubles, and imagination. He ness, prejudice must and will be one of his ruling expatiates on the joys of his boyhood, and all the passions. The sooner knowledge gains the ascendpleasurable sensations of his early days, as if the ancy in the human mind, the sooner will prejudice ! A Pretty Note of Acceptance.—Balzac sent to bor

row four hundred crowns of Voiture.

His brother loss of them was intirely owing to his removal from cease to exist. Men, who now look upon each other

wit cheerfully complied, and taking the promissory the scenes where he enjoyed them. He does not re- “natural enemies," because Providence ordained

note which the servant put into his hands, wrote on flect that he must again be young, and his heart as

them to be born in certain climates, and nurtured it thus : “ I, the underwritten, acknowledge myself buoyant as ever, before he can again appreciate the under particular governments, will, we trust, ere debtor to M. Balzac in the sum of eight hundred

crowns, for the pleasure he did me in borrowing four charms of those scenes that possessed his heart and long, recognise each other as brothers belonging to

hundred of me.” He then returned it to the serdelighted his fancy in the bright morning of youth. one family, and the earth which they inhabit as one

vant, to carry back to his master. 6 What are all If you believe him, his country, though it may be country, in which each will be encouraged according Voiture's finest letters (says a French author) in one of poverty and meanness, is a fairy-land to the to his talents and industry.

comparison of such a note !" one in which he now resides; and its government In the meantime let us make it an inviolable rule Correcting the Press.—The publishers of the French and institutions, though perhaps despotic and cor- never to speak against nations or communities en Dictionary of French Dictionaries' have adopted a rupt, are founded on principles of wisdom and If an individual or individuals of any country plan somewhat similar to that followed by the Ste

phenses and Elzivirs. The proof sheets of the work liberalism, while the powers by which he is now have betrayed our confidence, and proved themselves

will be open to general examination for seven days governed are tyrannical and oppressive. But even unworthy members of society, it is our duty to expose previously to the operation of pulling off the copies; allowing all this to be true, what right had he to them, for such exposure may put those on their guard and a premium of 50 cents (5d.) is offered for every hurt the self-love and patriotic feelings of those whom they are now deceiving; but never let us be typographical error which may be detected. Twenty

errors discovered in one or more numbers of the work in whose country he shelters himself, by drawing so uncharitable as to cast unpleasant reflections on will intitle the discoverer to a gratuitous copy of the such comparisons?

If they are content with their the country which gave them birth, as though it was whole Dictionary.-- The Printing Machine.

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OF WHICH THE READER MAY TAKE HIS CHOICE.

moon.

THE VILLAGE ALEHOUSE.

every door till he found the right. It was a truly martyr, was nothing more than the cloak which miserable place: the woman of the house was one of Alban happened to have at the time of his execution.

the worst class of women in London. She knew that An Honest Lover.--As D'Aubigné (Henry the Dear ramblers all—an Alehouse sign

Bampfylde had no money, and that, at that time, he Fourth's friend and rough monitor) was once relatYou'll own as good a sight as greets ye;

had been three days without food. When Jackson ing his misfortunes to M. de Taley, the latter inter

saw him there was all the levity of madness in his rupted him, saying, “ You have papers of the highest When summer's long, long mornings shine,

manners; his shirt was ragged and black as a coal- consequences to the late Chancellor, who is now reWhere leisure reigns, and “ All hail” meets ye.

heaver's, and his beard of two months' growth. Jackson tired to his seat, and quite worn out; if you will

sent out for food, and said he was come to breakfast' consent that I should send to acquaint him with what There rests the waggon in its track,

with him; and he turned aside to a harpsichord in is in your custody, I'll engage you shall have 10,000 A corn-bag round each horse's nose is;

the room, literally he said to let him gorge himself crowns, if not from him, from those who would make There comes the miller and his sack;

without being noticed. He removed him froin use of them to ruin him." Upon which, D'Aubigné

hence, and, after giving his mother a severe lecture, fetched all these papers which were at once to ruin And there at ease the beggar dozes.

obtained for him a decent allowance, and left him, him, and threw them in the fire before M. Taley,

when he himself quitted town, in decent lodgings, who, beginning to reprimand him smartly for it, There limps the ostler with his pails,

earnestly begging bim to write. And there the landlord stalks inspector;

D'Aubigné answered, “ I have burnt them, lest they

But he never wrote: the next news was that he might burn me, for the temptation might have overTwo farmers there discuss their sales,

was in a private madhouse, and Jackson never saw powered me.” The next day, the old gentleman

him more. And drain by turns one goblet's nectar.

Almost the last time he met, he showed taking him by the hand, said, “ Though you have not

him several poems, among others, a • Ballad on the made your thoughts known to me, I am too quickHay-ricks are near, and orchard fruit;

Murder of David Rizzio.' Such a ballad ! said he. sighted not to perceive that you have a love for my

He came that day to dine with Jackson and was daughter : that she is courted by persons in better The cock's shrill crow and flapping wing;

asked for copies. I burned them, was the reply. circumstances than yourself cannot be unknown to The low contented neigh of brute ;

I wrote them to please you; you did not seem to you ; but your burning those papers yesterday is such The pipe's perfume, and tankard's ding.

like them, so I threw them into the fire. After a proof of integrity, that it has disposed me to signify

twenty years' confinement, he recovered his senses, to you, that I am willing you should be my son-in-law.” The fiddle's scrape,—the milking cows,

but not till he was dying of consumption. The Address of Virtue.- Du Chattelet, a French statesThe snapping cork,—the roaring joke ;

apothecary urged him to leave Sloane street (where
he had always been as kindly treated as he could such an unshaken integrity, that he was imprisoned

man (he was one of the Scotch family of Hay), had The birds by thousands in the boughs ;

be), and go into his own country, saying that his for refusing to act in some unworthy measures. The creaking wheel, and whip's loud stroke. friends in Devonshire would be very glad to see him. But he hid his face, and answered, No, sir, they pel : but the King (Louis X111.) affected to look

Being afterwards released, he went to the royal chaSunshine strews all the kitchen floor,

who knew me what I was, shall never see me what I another way, that he might not meet the eyes of a Reposes on the home-field crop

person to whom he had lately done suck flagrant inBlister's the Doctor's fine new door,'

justice. Hereupon Du Chattelet whispered one of And kisses copse and chimney top.

the noblemen, “ Be so good as to tell the king, my THREE PLEASANTRIES,

Lord, that I freely forgive him, and beg the honour

of one look," Clouds fleecy dot the blue immense

This set the king a-laughing, and all

was well. Farm-houses-cities-vales-and streams

'Tis pleasant climbing the green

hill's ascent,

Excellent Advice to Poets.— The ordinary poet, like And seats, and parks, and forests dense,

Soaring in undulations from the sea,

the ordinary man, is for ever seeking, in external Sleep, stretch'd afar, in floods of beams.

To spy in fancy's mirror stream and tree, i

circumstances, the help which can be found only in Z. z.

himself. In what is familiar or near at hand, he Cottage and castle, beautifully blent

discerns no form or comeliness; home is not poetieal, 'Tis pleasant from the lonely peak gaze

but prosaic; it is in some past, distant, conventional AFFECTING ACCOUNT OF MR On scenes above the wizard Fancy's power,

world, that poetry resides for him; were he there, BAMPFYLDE. The sunset gleaming in a golden shower,

and not here,—were he thus, and not so,-it would

be well with him. Hence our innumerable host of [By Mr Southey. From the Autobiography of Sir And maidens dancing in the rainbow's rays.- rose-coloured novels and iron-nailed epics, with their Egerton Brydges. Samples of the poetry of this

And sweeter far, descrying in the vale

locality not on the earth, but somewhat nearer the unfortunate gentleman are to be found in Sir Egerton's "Censura Literaria,' and in Mr Southey's Her whom we love to give the person scope,

Hence our Virgins of the Sun, and our Specimens.']

Winged with joy, adown the glittering slope

Knights of the Cross, malicious Saracens in turbans,

and copper-coloured chiefs in wampum, and so many Keswick, May 10, 1809. To the fair creature in the echoing dale;

other truculent figures from the heroic times or the SIR,-) hold myself greatly indebted to you, not

And while she smiles or laughs aloud, to hope ? heroic climates, who, on all hands, swarm in our only for the list of autbors, but for the very gratifying

The tender mood may in its turn prevail.

poetry.

Peace be with them! manner in which you have introduced my name in

But yet, as a grand

moralist proposed preaching to the men of this centhe • Censura Literaria.' That list, with another of

tury, so would we fain preach to the poets a sermon equal length, for which the selections were prepared

on the duty of staying at home. Let them be sure for the press, but omitted during the course of pub

that heroic ages and heroic climates can do little for lication by the friend who undertook to superintend

TABLE TALK.

them. That form of life has attraction for us, less it, will enable me, in an additional volume, to supply

St Overseer and St Overall.-M. de Lannoi, from because it is better and nobler than our own, than the bibliographical defects of the work. It gives me

his strict inquiry into the merits of canonized saints, simply because it is different; and even this attracgreat pleasure to hear that · Bampfylde's Remains'

and his discovery of abuses, got the nick-name of the tion must be of the most transient sort. For will are to be edited. The circumstances which I did

Unnestler of Saints ; so that M. Godefroi, histori. not our own age one day be an ancient one, and not mention concerning him are these. They were related to me by Jackson of Exeter, and minuted grapher of France, meeting him on a new year's have as quaint à costume as the rest, therefore, and

be ranked along with them, in respect of quaintness? down immediately afterwards, when the impression day, embraced him with a great deal of civility, and after wishing him a happy new year, Pray, my

Does Homer interest us now because he wrote of that they made upon me was warm. He was the brother of Sir Charles, as you say.

good friend, what saints do you intend to unnestle what passed out of his native Greece, and two cen

this year ?" said he. Lannoi, though a little startled turies before he was born? or because he wrote of At the time when Jackson became intimate with him

at this question, after so much ceremony, readily what passed in God's world, and in the heart of man, he was just at his prime, and had no other wish than

which is the same after thirty centuries ? Let our to live in solitude, and amuse himself with poetry answered, “ Far be it from me to be wanting in

reverence to those saints, whom God and their sanc- poets look to this: is their feeling really finer, truer, and music. He lodged in a farm house near Chud

tity have placed in heaven; but no endeavour of and their visions deeper than that of other men, leigh, and would oftentimes come to Exeter in a winter morning, unglored and open-breasted, before mine shall be wanting to unnestle those whom the they have nothing to fear, even from the humblest Jackson was up' (though he was an early riser), with ignorance and superstition, or knavery of the world subject; is it not so,—they have nothing to hope,

have surreptitiously conveyed in there, without the but an ephemeral favour, even from the highest. a pocket-full of music or poems to know how he liked

Thomas Carlyle. them. His relations thought this was a sad life for approbation of God or the learned.” A great deal of

The

this rubbish still remains, according to an ingenious a man of family, and forced him to London.

Englishman (Middleton), who, in a letter from tears ran down Jackson's cheeks when he told me the

-See, the dapple coursers of the morn Rome, mentions some original papers which he story: Poor fellow, said he, there did not live a

Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs, found in the Barbarine Library, giving a pleasant purer creature, and, if they would have let him

And chase it through the sky.-Marston. account between the Spaniards and Pope Urban alone, he might have been alive now.

VIII. in relation to saintship. The Spaniards, it When he was in London, his feelings, having been forced out of their proper channel, took a wrong seems, have a saint held in great reverence in some

To CORRESPONDENTS. direction, and he soon began to suffer the punish- parts of Spain, called Viars; for the further en- The Kent Herald next week. ment of debauchery. The Miss Palmer, to whom couragement of whose worship they solicited the

We are sorry to be obliged to postpone to the same he dedicated his Sonnets' (afterwards, and perhaps Pope to grant some special indulgences to his altars ; still, Lady Inchiquin), was niece to Sir Joshua and upon the Pope's desiring to be better ac. time some further notice of the Poems of John and Reynolds. Whether Sir Joshua objected to his ad- quainted first with his character, and the proofs and Mary Saunders. dresses on account of his irregularities in London,

which they had of his suintship, they produced a

stone with the antique letters, S VIAR, which the An answer was given two or three weeks ago to or on other grounds, I know not, but this was the

He was refused antiquaries readily saw to be a small fragment of some the Gentleman who (under his initials) sent us the commencement of his madvess. admittance into the house ; upon this, in a fit of half old Roman inscription in memory of one who had article intitled « Smoke."

been PræfectuS VI A Rum, or, Overseer of the anger and half derangement, he broke the windows, Highways. To this he adds, that in England they

The verses on the “ Squirrel who was found dead," and was (little to Sir Joshua's honour) sent to New

have a still more ridiculous instance of a fictitious will be gladly inserted. gate. Some weeks after this had happened, Jackson

saintship, in the case of a certain saint called Am. went to London, and one of his first inquiries was

Mr F. F. D. of Maidstone, highly gratified us for Bampfylde. Lady Bampfylde, his mother, said phibolus (Fling-round, or Overall), who, according that she knew little or nothing about him; that she

to the monkish historians, was Bishop of the Isle of with his letter. Insertion shall be given to what was got him out of Newgate, and he was now in some

Man, and fellow-martyr and disciple of St Alban ; inclosed in it, as soon as possible. beggarly place. Where? - In King street, Holborn, yet the learned Bishop Usher says he has produced

Also to the communications of F. E. J. she believed, but she did not know the number of irrefragable reasons to convince us that he owes the the house. Away went Jackson, and knocked (at old acts or legends of St Alban, where the Amphi. honour of his saintship to a mistaken passage in the

LONDON: Published by H. HOOPER, 13, Pall Mall East, • The late Sir Charles Bampfylde, who was shot.-Ed. bolus mentioned, and still reverenced as a saint and a

From the Steam-Press of C. & W. REYNELL, Little Pulteney-street.

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LONDON JOURNAL.

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WEDNESDAY, Nov. 19, 1834.

No. 34.

PRICE THREE HALFPENCE.

'Tis like that forming frown yet undefin’d TWILIGHT ACCUSED & DEFENDED.

That yon half-smiling female face has got, A MONSTROUS thing has happened. Here is a corres- As tho’ it hadn't quite made up its mind pondent of ours, and a pleasant one too, and witty Whether it should look angrily or not. : withal, aiming a blow at our gentle friend, Twilight ! What possible mood could he have been in? Did Twilight's an interloper in the sky; he expect a friend who had disappointed him ? or a The face of nature painted with one eye: new book? or a letter? Was his last bottle of wine Something between blank darkness and broad light, out? Or did he want his tea? Or was he reading, Like dotard day coquetting with young night. and could not go on, the servant not being in the way to bring candles? Or was the evening rainy? A dame passé, who, growing old and wan, Or had he said anything wrong to any one else, and

Affects to veil the charms she feels are gone; so was out of temper? Or had he been reading Knowing her day is o'er, the wily jade something about twilight, badly written, a “twaddle,” Enwraps the ruin where the sunshine play'd. and so was disposed to go to an extreme the other way, and be perverse in his wit? His first verse looks

Lovers love twilight, but I'm not a lover; like it. Or had he a tooth-ache? or a head-ache?

And why they love it I could ne'er discover; or nothing to do? Or had his fire gone out?

For light is passion's parent: do ye deem

Beauty no debtor to the radiant beam We should almost as soon have expected a blow

That lamps its loveliness; say, can we know from him at gentleness itself, as at our gentle dusk

That beauty lives, and one bright glance forego ? friend, the mildest and most unpresuming of the

Or is't a fancy of love's selfish art, Hours, meek, yet genial withal, like some loving To close the eyes, and see but with the heart. Mestizo or Quadroon, something between fair and dark, or dusk and dusker, who, by her sweet middle Haply 'tis so : in love's delirious trance, tone between merit and the want of pretension, and

The raptur'd soul grown jealous of the glance by having nothing to arrogate, and much to be prized, That has a joy beyond it, dims the light charms the amorous heart of some contemplative To lend to young imagination sight. West Indian, who is tired out between the fare of his whiter favourites, and the undiscerning presump- Fancy that peoples darkness with bright rays, tion of his black. Certain it is, that, vehemently And makes a darkness that it thus may gaze; howsoever he speaketh, we hold him not to be in How is't that every feeling, fond, intense, earnest (the less so by reason of that enormity); but, Tempts us to lose awhile our visual sense? in order to prevent the peril of any false conclusions, in minds accustomed not to such facetious perversity, Is it superfluous ? We drink love thro' it; and still more to take the opportunity of vindicating 'Tis then in us; we can no longer view it the character of our gentle friend, and make our By gazing outwards; now, a glance to win, correspondent remorseful the next time he sees her Our eyelids close, and turn their sense within. (for having even appeared to treat her ill), we have thought it incumbent upon us to follow up his hard This is digressive, but enough for me; words with others more fitly soft and overwhelmingly Lovers, in fact, are no authority; balmy. Oh, there is nothing like defending a good So, as I said at first, old twaddling twilight, easy cause, and a tender-hearted client! It makes Be still the lover's gleam, you sha’n't be my light. one, somehow, so sure of triumph, so able to trample on one's enemy with the softest foot and the most

Thou’rt day declared a bankrupt, "offering round generous reputation--so gifted (dare we say it?) with A dividend of ten-pence in the pound : the pleasures of malignity by the very exercise of Plague take such compositions; I'll for one benevolence. Mark you, dear reader, with what a

Have twenty-shillings' worth of light, or none. tender savageness we will set him down. Yet he rails in good set terms. There is no denying that.

Not day-break, but day broken, light fades fast ; Far be it from us to deny it, who shall only gain the

Do as thou wilt, thou'rt sure to fail at last. greater praise from our refutation. Hear him how

“ Come, sealing night," before thee twilight flies, he sets out with the ingenious impudence of his pun Put out the mocker with your starry eyes. and his alliteration

Dusky-hued coward! hast begun the race,
Darest thou not look dame Dian in the face?

Child of the mist, isthmus 'twixt light and shade!
Shadow of chaos, from which earth was made !
Day, dying of decline ! doubt-dreaming ray!
Thy presence saddens me-away-away!

W. L. R. “ Away-away!" Our correspondent must have been in a great hurry, to speak thus to the poor gentle twilight, which has not a word to say for itself, unless it be the muffin-bell, the next thing in humbleness of sound to the sheep-bell. We take him to be a prodigiously active and eager spirit, with an ultra flow of health and life, and never easy but when occupied, perhaps not then, unless the occupation perfectly suits him. But he has a soul withal ; you may know it even by what is implied in his style of abuse; and therefore it is not the twilight he hates, but the absence of something which he wanted instead of it. Yes; assuredly he has been “snubbing" the poor Quadroda, like some lordly planter, because somebody else has not brought him his sangaree.

He lets—we cannot say the “cat out of the bag "but the dove out of the cage—in what he says about lovers. He tells us he is “no lover,” merely in order to avoid what he knows to be conclusive against him; and, in fact, he runs into a digression about love, on purpose to disprove his own argument. Besides, if he happens to be so limited or so unlucky in his circle of acquaintances as to be in love with nobody, he must love all sorts of loveable things, otherwise how could he write so well about loving ? and if a man loves anything at all, he must needs love so mild and loving a thing as the twilight. (Here are a great many repetitions of the word “love;" but it is a pleasant note, and will bear reiteration like the nightingale's.)

Furthermore, in this passage of our correspondent's about love, compared with certain letters which he has written to us privately, urging us to give an article on “ Coleridge,” we have detected him in the fact of nis disingenuousness; for this very passage has manifestly been suggested by some stanzas of that favourite of his, in the poem intitled the “ Day-Dream." It is a lover's picture of twilight in a room, and is so beautiful and true, that it might serre, alone, as an answer to all the stanzas of this pretending rogue:My eyes make pictures when they are shut:

I see a fountain, large and fair,
A willow, and a ruin'd hut,

And thee, and me, and Mary there. 0, Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! Bend o'er us, like a bow'r, my beautiful green willow.

A TRIMMING FOR TWILIGHT.

How I despise the twaddle about twilight,
That most unserviceable sort of sky-light;
Weak wavering gleam, that, wending on its way
Towards the night, still lingers with the day.

The shadows dance upon the wall,

By the still dancing fire-flames made; And now they slumber, moveless all!

And now they melt to one deep shade! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee; I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel

thee!

Now flickering fainter, now more darkly dull,
“ I that am cruel, am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain :"
Come, light the candles; struggle not,—'tis vain.

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Very beautiful, and spiritual, and truly loving. But lovers, the most honourable and delicate, have a trick of taking other advantages of the good-natured twilight; and the poet goes on to let us know as much:

Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play, Far be it from us to deny the merits of light and seeing. Beauty was surely meant to be seen as well as loved, or why is it so beautiful? But it is a maxim with us never to deny the merits of one good

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thing because there is another; and twilight, where love is, has its loveliness also, as well as lamp and daylight. One of the greatest tests of true love is the sense of joy imparted by the mere presence of the beloved object, apart from light, speech, or anything else; and twilight, somehow, rewards us for the sincerity and generosity of this feeling, by bringing us nearer to the object of our affection, in its abolition of intermediate objects, and a general sense of its mild embracement.

of belief in good there must be in celestial natures, we may conceive some little stooping to it even in the happiness of heavenly cheeks.

Come-let us consider what our correspondent would say further in behalf of the twilight, if he were in the humour for it. We wish we had time to say it in verse; but here we heave a great sigh (one of the sighs of our life); and as we always feel ashamed of sighing in the midst of this beautiful creation (of which to be able to discern a millionth part of the beauties, is to waken up as many consolatory angels, who lie in wait to become visible to loving eyes) we shall proceed to express ourselves in our accustomed prose, from which, at all events, the love of what is poetical cannot be excluded.

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Twilight is the time between light and darkness, when the facility afforded for action by the daylight is over, and the aid of candle-light, for the renewal of action, awaits our pleasure to renew it or not. It is therefore the precise time, of all others, which seems We say, by designed by nature for meditation. nature; for though we hold it to be man's nature to be artificial as well as natural, yet it is natural for him, being a thinking being, to "take pause;" and nature in this gentlest and most intermediate hour seems to offer it him. The greatest part of his duty is over (we hold, that in a more civilized state of society it will all be over, except for purposes of entertainment); he cannot see to work; he cannot see, very actively, to travel; his very book begins to fail him, unless he has determined to keep up the train of his reading, and goes nearer and nearer to the window, and at last he must give it up. He is therefore thrown upon his meditations.

Now" think a little."

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Not of your cares, dear reader, if you can help it; not of your work; not of other people's faults; not of your own. There is time enough to attend to those, when we have more light-unless indeed you do it in great charity, first towards the faults of others, and then towards yourself (having earned the right), and always provided you end, as indeed you must if true charity meditates with you, in resolutions befitting the mildness and considerateness of the hour. We would not even have you think of the sufferings of others, provided you think of them at any other time, and do what you can to help them. Twilight is a placid hour, and you must entertain it with placidity or not at all. You must have so acted, or so wished to act, at other times, as to be able to give gentle welcome to gentle guest. You must be worthy of the twilight.

(Here our correspondent gives a great wince; and begins to inquire of his conscience, whether he has ever cracked any one's skull, or written any impiety except the above.)

"Let us think" of that, and of all other possibilities beyond the regions of mere earthly utility, not excepting it nevertheless. It is the privilege of the imaginative,' that they include everything which is good, besides seeing a germ of it at the core of the

thorniest evil.

We put these words, "let us think," within marks of quotation for a reason very proper to mention in this place; for we scarcely ever begin meditating at twilight without calling them to mind as uttered to us by the beloved parent to whom we are indebted for most of our aspirations after anything useful or beautiful. She would say to us sometimes at this hour, when our spirits appeared to her to be a little too incessant, "Come-let us think a little." And then we used to sit down on a stool at her side, and look at the fire, and be led into a sedate mood by some story she would tell us of her own mother, or of the sea, or of some great and good people of old.

So now this is good hushing time, is it not, reader? and fit for keeping a little from the candles; and not what our ultra-lively friend (now growing remorseful) would make of it. You and we are sitting on each side of the fire-place, one of us with a knee between his hands, the other with a child between his knees, and there is a fair friend with us, and we are all as quiet as mice, our faces lit up by the fire, and our shadows shifting on the wall. When we speak, it is in a low voice; for twilight has this also in common with the sweetest of its friends :

Now let us think of all mild and loving things,— of our childhood, of the fields, of our best friends, of twilight itself and its shadows, of the quiet of our fireside, and the fanciful things we see in the glowing coals, of the poets who have spoken of evening, of the beauty of stillness, of scenes of rural comfort, of the travels of the winds and clouds, of stories of good angels, nay, of dear friends whom we have lost, provided we have lost them long enough or loved them well enough to consider them with reference to the beauty of their own spirit, rather than to their absence from ourselves. Perhaps they are commissioned to be good angels over us:-perhaps they are now this minute in the room, smiling in the certainty of their own lovingness, and the knowledge of our future good; ay, and (as far as their sympathy with our present struggles will permit) smiling to think even how startled we should be to see them, if it were within heaven's knowledge of what is best for us that we should do so. For God is the author of mirth as well as seriousness, and considering what security

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Ed. Hush, hush, not so very loud and enthusiastic. (All laugh.) You see how little he was in

earnest. The moment he hears of a comfortable

party and a charming woman, he is for being in the midst of it, twilight and all.-Come, as we are Christian people, we will give him, by way of penance, what shall be no penance at all. He shall recite to us Coleridge's poem, intitled Frost at Midnight.' There is mention in it of a fireside and of the little

fluttering film on the bars before us; and the spirit of the whole piece is suited to the occasion, quiet, reflective, and universal. The last line is the perfection of ideal sympathy.

W. L. R. (suppressing the vehemence of his enthusiasm in order to recite with a gentleness fitted to the lines, and gradually growing softer and more seasonable, till nothing can be better given)—

FROST AT MIDNIGHT.

The frost performs its secret ministry Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side, My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, This populous village! Sea, hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form

Whose puny flaps and freaks, the idling spirit
By its own moods interprets, everywhere
Echo or mirror seeking of itself,
And makes a toy of thought.

But O how oft, How oft, at school, with most believing mind Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars To watch that fluttering stranger! and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come. So gazed I, till the soothing things I dreamt Lull'd me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams, And so I brooded all the following morn, Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book, Save if the door half open'd, and I snatched A hasty glance, and still my heart leap'd up, For still I hop'd to see the stranger's face— Townsman, or aunt, or sister more beloved, My play-mate when we both were clothed alike. Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought,My babe so beautiful! it thrills my heart With tender gladness thus to look at thee, And think that thou shalt learn far other lore And in far other scenes! for I was reared In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim, And nought-nought lovely but the sky and stars; But thou, my babe, shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach, Himself in all, and all things in himself. Great universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the white thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops
fall,

Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

HINTS FOR TABLE TALK. No. II. 'Tis night—all is silent-the dwellers in the habitations round are hushed in slumber, or else wooing sleep ;-recumbent they ponder on the transactions of the past day, or take thought for those of the morrow. 'Tis October, and the winds sough round the gable end of the house and o'er its roof;-the last of the flies buzzes drearily through the room. I am in my chamber a garret, according to Bacon, the best place for light and poetic study, and, therefore, authors should descend in proportion to the character of their studies, to the second floor, first floor, parlour, kitchen, cellar, and to the very vaults of Somerset House, for heavy, profound metaphysics; because in proportion as they are high in the air, their spirits and thoughts are exhilarating and ebullating, and the nearer they approach the centre of gravity, their minds are constrained into a deeper and more sombre train of thought. But sombre is not the character of writing at which I am at present engaged-neither do I claim the poetic strain-light writing for light reading is my present aim. Light, said I? I' faith my lamp burns dim, and must be trimmed. Lamp, -said I? No-'tis an unpoetic candle. I cannot, as is the manner of some, persuade myself into the belief that there is some of Shakspeare's fat, or Milton's marrow burning in it, to give light, or to shed a lustre on my poor lucubrations-No-Tis as genuine a mutton fat as ever burned in socket-some of it, mayhap, supplying combustion, for a second or third time, to illuminate the deeds of a mortal.

"Out, out, brief candle!" said the poet, to the last inch of life, flickering in the socket of time.

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