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England ?) lying about ten miles to the north of of a very different description--one of the most Section— Reflection 1. Killing a crow (out of win-
London ?

imaginative, and least advantage-seeking,—Mr Cole- dow) in a hog's trough, and immediately tracing the - It was a sultry day in July 18 the sky was one ridge. The house in which Mr Coleridge died, in ensuing reflexion with a pen made of one of his quills. unvaried blue—the hedge-rows (maugre the heat) the “Grove," was one of a set that was built upon -Long and patiently did I wait for this unlucky were bright green—and no noise seemed stirring the ground formerly occupied by Southampton crow, wallowing in the sluttish trough (whose sides but the contented hum of myriads of insects. This House.

kept him a great while out of the reach of my gun), hush of Nature was not broken by a couple who ad- - 1592. At Chantersier, near Digne, in Provence, and gorging himself with no less greediness than the vanced arm in arm, in mute enjoyment of happy Pierre Gassendi, an eminent mathematician and phi- very swinish proprietaries of the feast, till at length thoughts -- they had been married that morning, losopher, reviver of the doctrines of Epicurus, which, my no less unexpected than fatal shot struck him and were retiring from “ populous cities” to this however, he reconciled with belief in a divine super- down, and, turning the scene of his delight into that quiet village, the birth-place of the bridegroom. At intending mind. The morals of Epicurus also he of his pangs, made him abruptly alter his note, and last the lady stopped, as if to “still her beating mind” construed after their true fashion, and not in the change his triumphant chant into a dismal and tragic by repose. spirit of the vulgar mistake which has since rendered

noise. This method is not unusual to divine justice, “ When Portia's exulting heart," whispered she, the word Epicurus synonymous with a studier of the towards brawny and incorrigible sinners,' &c. &c. was beating high with the joyous sense of her own palate. Gassendi was a walker in gardens, and

Thus the crow for eating his dinner, is a rascal recent good deeds, she moralized every object into a

fond of the society of his friends. In his last illness worthy to be shot by the Honourable Mr Robert magnified source of delight—the little candle' from he was bled beyond his strength, and, while sinking Boyle, before the latter sits down to his own; while her own hall shows like a welcoming star. I know away into death, said to his amanuensis, “ It is better,

the said Mr Boyle, instead of conteuting himself not how it is, but methinks I never saw colour sur

by this loss of strength, to sleep quietly in Christ, with being a gentleman in search of amusement at passing in vividness the tender green of yonder young

than to be taken off with more pain by suffocation." the expence of birds and fish, is a representative of oaks."

1788. In Holles Street, Cavendish Square,

Divine Justice.”
Singular enough," replied her companion, “ that
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron, a true poet and

We laugh at this wretched moral pedantry now, and those very trees should have attracted your peculiar

wit, whose poetry would have been more equal, and deplore the involuntary hard-heartedness, which such notice. Would that the venerable planter of those

whose productions, altogether, of a turn less startling mistakes in religion tended to produce; but in how oaks could witness this moment !--the hope that his

to those who wish to think well and hopefully of all many respects should it not make us look about ourspirit does bebold and rejoice in his son's present things, had he not had the misfortune to be born in selves, and see where we fall short of an enlargement felicity forms one of the many blessed visions of this a rank that perplexed his aspirations, and of parents of thinking ? day. Several years ago, when I was a little fellow unfitted to develope his character.

1759. On the banks of the Doon, in Ayrshire, no higher than one of these saplings, it was one of 24, 1712. Frederick the Second of Prussia, a great

Robert Burns, the poet of the song of Nature. He my beloved father's favourite amusements, during soldier and statesman, and mediocre man of letters,

is so well known, and so particularly talked of at his daily walks in this vicinity, to ihrust his walking- who singularly exalted the power and importance of present, in consequence of Mr. Cunningham's edition stick into the ground, and tu drop into the hole thus his country in the midst of potent antagonists.

of his Life and Works, that it is unnecessary to say formed, an acorn, supplied from a canvass bag, which

- 1732. At Paris, son of a watchmaker, Pierre anything further of him in this place. it was the pride of his little companion to be per. Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais, author of the cele- 27, 1756. At Saltzburg, in Germany, Johann mitted to hold while he stood by and watched the brated comedy of Figaro,' an abridgment of which Chrysostom Wolfgang Theophilus Mozart, the prince interesting operation. I may say that we have has been rendered more celebrated by the music of of dramatic musicians ; wonderful for the endless planted some thousands in various walks.”

Mozart. Ile made a large fortune by supplying the variety and undeviating grace of his invention. Yet The touching association, thus added to the lovers' American republicans with arms and ammunition, and his wife said of him, that he was a still better dancer stock of pleasant feclings, will serve as an illustration lost it by speculations in salt and printing. His than musician! In a soul so full of harmony, kindof your remarks in the article above alluded to: comedy is one of those productions which are account- ness towards others was to be looked for; and it was “ Every one should plant a tree who can. • Ifed dangerous, from developing the spirit of intrigue found. When a child, he would go about asking a man cannot reckon upon enjoying the shade much and gallantry with more gaiety than objection; and everybody “whether they loved him.” When a himself, it is surely worth while to bequeath so plea- they would be more undeniably so, if the good-hu- great musician, a man in distress accosted him one sant a memorial of himself to others.”

mour and self-examination to which they excite did day in the street, and, as he had no money to give Accept the compliments of the joyous season you

not suggest a spirit of charity and inquiry beyond him, he bade him wait a little, while he went into

themselves. hare so delightfully treated of lately, and believe me,

a coffee-house, where he composed a beautiful dear Indicator (for under that title, so long dear to

1749. Charles James Fox, son of the first Lord minuet on the instant, and, sending the poor man me, allow me still to address you), Holland, an illustrious statesman, whose character is

with it to a music-seller's, obtained for him several Your constant reader and admirer, too nearly concerned with these times to be handled gold pieces. This is the way that great musicians FeliciA MABITATA.

in this unpolitical Journal. He was an amiable rise. Their sensibility is their genius.

man, of a wise simplicity of manner, and a cultiva-
We hope the reader does not think us lost to all sense
of shame in publishing so flattering a letter as this. All we

tor of elegant literature. We saw him, not long
can say is, that we could not help it; and that he must throw before his death, standing in Parliament street, and

CHARAOTERS OF SHAKSPEARE'S the first stony editorship at us, who could. Besides, it was making two young gentlemen laugh heartily, appa

one of the avowed objects of this Journal to open people's rently with some story that he was relating to them.
hearts, and make the community more sensible of one ano-

25, 1627. At Lismore, in Ireland, of a noble
ther's erjoyments. The sweet candour of the signature
alone would make the letter worth publishing, setting aside family, Robert Boyle, a celebrated chemical philoso-

“The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling
its other merits.
pher, not so happy in his ethics and moral reasoning.

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
Swist bantered the triviality of his thinking in his

And, as imagination bodies forth
famous • Meditations on a Broomstick.' His want The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

of a right Christian discernment in his Christianity Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
may be illustrated (with the reader's leave) by the

A local habitation and a name."
January 21. Eve of St Agnes. See the First following passage froin the • Indicator':-

Macbeth and Lear, Othello and Hamlet, are usually

« The celebrated Robert Boyle, the chymist, was reckoned Shakspeare's four principal tragedies. Lear - 22, 1561. At York House (on the site of the accounted, in his days, a sort of perfection of a man, stands first for the profound intensity of the passion; present Buckingham street in the Strand), Francis especially in all respects intellectual, moral, and re- Macbeth for the wildness of the imagination and the Bacon, Viscount St Alban's, &e. The Father of ligious. This excellent person was in the habit of rapidity of the action; Othello for the progressive Experimental Philosophy, — the liberator of the moralizing upon everything that he did or suffered, interest and powerful alternation of feeling ; Hamlet hands of knowledge. A great and wise man who such as “ Upon his manner of giving meat to his dog, for the refined development of thought and sentiwould have been still wiser, and incurred no fall, and • Upon his horse stumbling in a very fair way,'- ment. If the force of genius shown in each of these no shame of ingratitude to a fallen man (Essex), had “Upon his sitting at case in a coach that went very works is astonishing, their variety is not less so. he possessed heart enough to follow out the doctrines fast,' and among other Reflections is one • Upon a They are like different creations of the same mind, of bis Essays, and set the simplicity of a sage above fish's struggling after having swallowed the hook.' not one of which has the slightest reference to the rest. worldly cunning. Yet even in those Essays, admir- It amounts to this; that, at the moment when the This distinctness and originality is indeed the necesable as they are, may be discerned the seeds of that fish thinks himself about to be most happy, the hook sary consequence of truth and nature. Shakspeare's mistake, even in the very passage where he seems to • does so wound and tear his tender gills, and there- genius alone appeared to possess the resources of nadenounce it. (See the Essay upon Cunning.') by puts him into such restless pain, that no doubt he ture. He is “your only tragedy-maker.” His plays Lord Bacon died like a proper experimenter, in wishes the hook, bait, and all, were out of his torn have the force of things upon the mind. What he consequence of his getting out of his carriage to make jaws again. Thus,' says he, - men who do what they represents is brought home to the bosom, a part of some observation respecting snow. It was upon should not, to obtain any sensual desires,' &c. &c. our experience, implanted in the memory, as if we Highgate Hill. A cold and fever seized him; he Not a thought comes over him as to his own part in had known the places, persons, and things of which stopped at the house of Lord Southampton, and the business, and what he ought to say of himself for he treats. Macbeth is like a record of a preternatural expired there after a few days' illness, on the spot tearing the jaws and gills to indulge his own appetite and tragical event. It has the rugged severity of an which has since witnessed the death of a philosopher for excitement. Take also the following :--- Fifth old chronicle with all that the imagination of the part







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little water clears them of this deed,” show anything SPECIMENS OF THE WIT, HUMOUR, can engraft upon traditional belief. The castle of Maobeth, round which“ the air smells wooingly," and where but her greater consistency in depravity. Her strong- AND CRITICISM OF CHARLES LAMB. “the temple haunting martlet builds,” has a real nerved ambition furnishes ribs of steel to “the sides subsistence in the mind; the weird sisters meet as in of his intent;" and she is herself wound up to the

(To be continued till his Works are gone through.) person on the blasted heath;” the “air-drawn dagger” execution of her baneful project with the same un- Burial SOCIETIES.- I was amused the other day moves slowly before our eyes: the “gracious Dun- shrinking fortitude in crime, that in other circum

with having the following notice thrust into my hands can,” the “ blood-boultered Banquo,” stand before us; stances she would probably have shown patience in by a man who gives out bills at the corner of Fleet all that passes through the mind of Macbeth, without suffering. The deliberate sacrifice of all other con- market. Whether he saw any prognostics about me the loss of a tittle, passes through ours. All that siderations to the gaining " for their future days and that made him judge such notice seasonable, I could actually take place, and all that is only possible nights sole sovereign sway and masterdom,” by the cannot say; I might, perhaps, carry in a counteto be conceived, what was said and what what done, murder of Duncan, is gorgeously expressed in her

nance (naturally not very Aorid) traces of a fever the workings of passion, the spells of magic, are invocation on hearing of “his fatal entrance under which had not long left me. Those fellows have a brought before us with the same absolute truth and her battlements :"

good instinctive way of guessing at the sort of vividness. Shakspeare excelled in the openings of his

“ Come all you spirits

people that are likeliest to pay attention to their plays; that of Macbeth is the most striking of any.

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here:

papers :The wildness of the scenery, the sudden shifting of

And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full the situations and characters, the bustle, the expecta

Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, tions excited, are equally extraordinary. From the

“ A favourable opportunity now offers to any

Stop up the access and passage to remorse, first entrance of the witches and the description of

person of either sex, who would wish to be buried

That no compunctious visitings of nature them when they meet Macbeth

in a genteel manner, by paying one shilling entrance,
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between and twopence per week for the benefit of the stock.
“ What are these
The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, Members to be free in six months.

The money to
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

And take my milk for gall, you murthering be paid at Mr Middleton's, at the sign of the First That look not like the inhabitants of th' earth,


and the Last, Stonecutter's street, Fleet market. And yet are on't?”

Wherever in your sightless substances

The deceased to be furnished as follows:-A strong

You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick the mind is prepared for all that follows.

elm coffin, covered with superfine black, and finished

night! This tragedy is alike distinguished for the lofty

with two rows all round, close-drove, best japanned

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, imagination it displays, and for the tumultuous

nails, and adorned with ornamental drops, a handsome

That keen knife see not the wound it makes, vehemence of the action; and the one is made the

plate of inscription, angel above, and flowers beneath, moving principle of the other. The overwhelming

Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, and four pair of handsome handles with wrought

To cry, hold, hold !" pressure of preternatural agency urges on the tide of

gripes; the coffin to be well pitched, lined and ruffled human passion with redoubled force. Macbeth himWhen she first hears that “ Duncan comes there to

with fine crape ; a handsome crape shroud, cap and self appears driven on by the violence of his fate , sleep,” she is so overcome by the news, which is be

pillow. For use, a handsome velvet pall, three like a vessel before a storm; he reels to and fro like yond her utmost expectations, that she answers the gentlemen's cloaks, three crape hat-bands, three

hoods and scarfs, and six pair of gloves; two pora drunken man; he staggers under the weight of his

messenger, Thou'rt mad to say it!" and on receivown purposes and the suggestions of others; he ing her husband's account of the predictions of the

ters equipped to attend the funeral, as many to stands at bay with his situation; and from the Witches, conscious of his instability of purpose, and

attend the same with bands and gloves ; also, the superstitious awe and breathless suspense into which that her presence is necessary to goad him on to the

burial fees paid, if not exceeding one guinea.” the communications of the Weird Sisters throw him, consummation of his promised greatness, she ex

“ Man,” says Sir Thomas Brown, “is a noble is hurried on with daring impatience to verify their claims

animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the predictions, and with impious and bloody hand to

“ Hie thee hither,

grave." Whoever drew up this little advertisement tear aside the veil which hides the uncertainty of the

certainly understood this appetite in the species,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, future. He is not equal to the struggle with fate

And chastise with the valour of my tongue

and has made abundant provision for it. and conscience. He now “bends up each corporal

All that impedes thee from the golden round,

It really almost induces tædium vitæ upon one to instrument to the terrible feat ;" at other times his

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

read it. Methinks I could be willing to die, in heart misgives him, and he is cowed and abashed by

To have thee crowned withal.”

death to be so attended. The two rows all round, his success. “ The deed, no less than the attempt,

close-drove, best black japanned nails; how feelingly confounds him.” His mind is assailed by the stings This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph, do they invite and almost irresistibly persuade us to of remorse, and full of “preternatural solicitings.” this uncontrolable eagerness of anticipation, which come and be fastened down! what aching head can His speeches and soliloquies are dark riddles on seems to dilate her form and take possession of all resist the temptation to repose, which the crape human life, baffling solution, and entangling him in her faculties, this solid, substantial flesh and blood

shroud, the cap, and the pillow present! what sting their labyrinths. In thought he is absent and per- display of passion, exhibit a striking contrast to the is there in death, which the handles with wrought gripes plexed, sudden and desperate in act, from a distrust cold, abstracted, gratuitous, servile malignity of the

are not calculated to pluck away? what victory in the of his own resolution. His blindly rushing forward

Witches, who are equally instrumental in urging grave, which the drops and the velvet pall do not on the objects of his ambition and revenge, or his Macbeth to his fate for the mere love of mischief, render at least extremely disputable ? But, above all,

and from a disinterested delight in deformity and recoiling from them, equally betrays the harassed

the pretty emblematic plate, with angel above and state of his feelings. This part of his character is cruelty. They are hags of mischief, obscene panders the flowers beneath, takes me mightily. admirably set off, by being brought in connection to iniquity, malicious from their impotence of en

UGLY SUBJECTS.—How ugly a person appears, upon with that of Lady Macbeth, whose obdurate strength joyment, enamoured of destruction, because they are of will and masculine firmness give her the ascen- themselves unreal, abortive, half-existences, and who

whose reputation some awkward aspersion hangs, and She at become sublime from their exemption from all

how suddenly his countenance clears up with his chadancy over her husband's faltering virtue.

racter. I remember being persuaded of a man, whom once seizes on the opportunity that offers for the human sympathies and contempt for all human

I had conceived an ill opinion of, that he had a very accomplishment of all their wished-for greatness, and affairs, as Lady Macbeth does by the force of passion! The Her fault seems to have been an excess of that strong

bad set of teeth ; which, since I have had better never flinches from her object till all is over. magnitude of her resolution almost covers the magni- principle of self-interest and family aggrandisement, opportunities of being acquainted with his face and tude of her guilt. She a great bad woman, whom not amenable to the common feelings of compassion facts

, I find to have been the very reverse of the

truth. That crooked old woman, I once said, speaking we hate, but whom we fear more than we hate. She and justice, which is so marked a feature in barbarous

of an ancient gentlewoman whose actions did not does not excite our loathing and abhorrence like nations and times. A passing reflection of this kind, Regan and Gonerill. She is only wicked to gain a on the resemblance of the sleeping king to her

square altogether with my notions of the rule of

right; the unanimous surprise of the company, begreat end, and is perhaps more distinguished by her father, alone prevents her from slaying Duncan with

fore whom I uttered these words, soon convinced me her own hand. commanding presence of mind and inexorable self

that I confounded mental with bodily obliquity, and will, which do not suffer her to be diverted from a

To be concluded in our next.

that there was nothing tortuous about the old lady bad purpose, when once formed, by weak and

but her deeds. womanly regrets, than by the hardness of her heart

This humour of mankind to deny personal comeor want of natural affections. The impression which

They say, of Jupiter, that he can of himself dart liness to those with whose moral attributes they are her lofty determination of character makes on the

favourable and propitious bolts, but must have the dissatisfied, is very strongly shown in those advertise. mind of Macbeth is well described where he ex

counsel and assistance of the twelve gods when he ments which stare us in the face, from the walls of claims,

would throw those of danger and vengeance. 'Tis a every street, and, with the tempting bait which they “ Bring forth men children only ;

great accompt, that the greatest of the gods, who, hang forth, stimulate at once cupidity and an For thy undaunted mettle should compose

of himself can benefit the whole world, can destroy abstract love of justice in the breast of every passing Nothing but males!”

none without solemn deliberation. The wisdom of peruser; I mean the advertisements offering rewards Nor do the pains she is at to “screw his courage to Jupiter himself is so wary of mistake, that, when for the apprehension of absconded culprits, strayed the sticking-place," the reproach to him, not to be there is a debate of vengeance, he must call a council apprentices, bankrupts who have conveyed away “ lost so poorly in himself,” the assurance that "a to stay his arm.Du Vair.

their effects, or debtors that havc run away from their

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bail. I observe that, in exact proportion to the features of his face were elegantly formed. The

CHARLES LAMB. indignity with which the prosecutor, who is com- general tone of his voice was loud, strong, and rather

Such of our readers as have seen the following pasmonly the framer of the advertisement, conceives he harsh on particular occasions; when dictating to an

sages in the Athenaum, will pardon, for friendship's has been treated, the personal pretensions of the amanuensis, his articulation was somewhat careless

sake, our repetition of them in this Journal. We fugitive are denied, and his defects exaggerated. and indistinct. His walk was stately, and his air

wish that the London JOURNAL should contain whatA fellow whose misdeeds have been directed against noble and commanding. He was attentive to his

ever has been said, in any quarters, calculated to do the public in general, and in whose delinquency no dress, and had a particular art of wearing that of

honour to our excellent friend, and to increase the individual shall feel himself particularly interested, the nations through which he passed in an easy and

desire of the reading public to become acquainted generally meets with fair usage. A coiner or a graceful manner, to which he was indebted for

with him. smuggler shall get off tolerably well. His beauty, part of his good reception, especially in Abyssinia.”

“ We sit down, with unfeigned pain, to put upon if he has any, is not much underrated; his deformities An Italian gentleman, the Marquis di Accoramboni,

record the death of one of our most distinguished are not much magnified. A run-away apprentice had married a Scotch lady whom Bruce considered

friends. Charles Lamb is dead! The fine-hearted who excites, perhaps, the next least degree of spleen as engaged (to himself. The Marquis protested he

Elia - the masterly critic— the quaint, touching, in his prosecutor, generally escapes with a pair of vas ignorant of any such engagement, but refused subtle humorist has left us. This time, we sigh to bandy legs; if he has taken anything with him in his to say so in writing ; so Bruce challenged him.

say it, his departure is, indeed, no fiction. He is flight, a hitch in his gait is generally superadded. The challenge is singular for its length and grandilo

gone; and with him are gone a world of grave and quence. The answer to it puzzles conjecture; we

noble thoughts, innocent jests, delicate fancies. Never AN APPETITE ILL-PROVIDED FOR. --You bave seen, if cannot guess whether the Italian is afraid, indiffer

again will he ó set the table in a roar'-never again you have ever passed your time much in country ent, or sarcastic. Most probably he had a national

lift us out of the dull common-places of life by his towns, the kind of suppers which elderly ladies in regard for his safety, and an equally national sense of

new and pleasant speculations ! those places have lying in petto in an adjoining the ridiculous ; and so his letter is a salvo for himself

If ever there was a man in whom the elements' parlour, next to that where they are entertaining and a quiz upon Bruce. He apologizes, and makes were delightfully, although strangely mixed--in their periodically-invited coevals with cards and his bow with a grimace of exaggerated deference whom the minor foibles and finer virtues of our muffins. The cloth is usually spread some half-hour to Bruce's regal bearing. We have retranslated the

nature were bound up together, intimately-inexbefore the final rubber is decided, whence they adjourn answer from the Italian, preserving the original tricably, it was surely he. They were deep-rooted, to sup upon what may emphatically be called nothing. idiom' as much as possible, to convey a better idea

and twined together, beyond all chance of separation. A sliver of ham, purposely contrived to be transparent to of its spirit and peculiarity :

Yet these foibles were, for the most part, so small, show the china-dish through it, neighbouring a slip of

and were grafted so curiously upon a strong, original invisible brawn, which abuts upon something they call a tartlet, as that is bravely supported by an atom of mar

SIR,-Not my heart, but the entreaties of my

mind, that we would scarcely have desired them

away. They were a sort of fret-work, which let in malade, flanked in its turn by a grain of potted beef

, friends, made me offer you the alternative by the with a power of such dishling-minims of hospitality,

Abbé Grant. It was not for such satisfaction, that, light, and showed the form and order of his characspread in defiance of human nature; or rather with an sick and, covered with wounds, I have traversed so

• We knew him, Horatio'--and having known much land and sea to find you.

him, it seems idle to say how truly and deeply we utter ignorance of what it demands. Being engaged

deplore his loss. Who, in truth, that had been his at one of these card-parties, I was obliged to go a

An innocent man employed in the service of my

intimate, could speak of him but with affection and little before supper-time (as they facetiously call the country-without provocation or injury from me,

reverence? His prejudices, which were rather hupoint of time in which they are taking these shadowy you have deprived me of my honour, by violating all

mours than grave opinions,—his weaknesses, which refections) and the old lady, with a sort of fear the most sacred rights before God and man; and you

never hurt one human being except himself-may shining through the smile of courteous hospitality now refuse to commit to writing what you so will.

sometimes have been talked of—by strangers. But it that beamed in her countenance, begged me to step ingly confess in words. A man of honour and inno

was the pride of his friends, that they had opportuinto the next room and take something before I went cence, Marguiso, knows no such shifts as these ;

nities of seeing deeper into his heart, and could feel out in the cold,--a proposal which lay not in my

and it will be well for one of us to-day, if you


and avouch for his many virtues. As a man, he was nature to deny. Indignant at the airy prospect I been as scrupulous in doing an injury as you are in

gentle sincere-benevolent-modest-charitable tosaw before me, I set to, and, in a trice, despatched repairing it.

wards others—beyond most men. In the large sense the whole meal intended for eleven persons,-fish, flesh, I am your equal, Marquis, in every respect ; and

of the word, he was eminently "humane.'fowl, pastry, to the sprigs of garnishing parsley, and

God alone can do me justice for the injury which “ Charles Lamb was born about the year 1774. the last fearful custard that quaked upon the board. you have done me. Full of innocence, and with a

His family were settled in Lincolnshire, as we learn I need not describe the consternation when, in due clear conscience, I commit my revenge to him, and by his reference to the family name' in a pretty time, the dowagers adjourned from their cards. Where draw my sword against you with confidence, inspired was their supper ?--and the servant's answer, Mr by the reflection of having done my duty, and by

had eat it all. That freak, however, jested a sense of the injustice and violence which I have • Perhaps some shepherd on Lincolnian plains, me out of a good three hundred pounds a-year, which suffered from you without any reason.

In manners guileless as his own sweet flocks, I afterwards was informed, for a certainty, the old

Received thee first, amid the merry mocks, At half-past nine, (French reckoning,) I come to lady meant to leave me.

And arch allusions of his fellow swains.' your gate in my carriage; if it does not please you, let your own be ready; and let us go together to de- “ In 1782, being then about eight years of age,

termine which is the more easy, to injure a man in he was sent to Christ's Hospital, and remained SINGULAR RECEPTION OF A his absence, or to defend it when he is present. there till 1789. He has left us his · Recollections' CHALLENGE.

of this place, in two charming papers. These are The practice of duelling (like all appeals to the

evidently works of love; yet, being written with animal instead of the intellectual part of us) appears

Signor Cavalier,— When the marriage with Mad.

sincerity, as well as regard, they communicate to the going out of fashion, and various are the modes by

M., now my wife, was in treaty, I was never told reader a veneration for the ancient school. One which challenges are evaded or repulsed. It is a

that there was a preventive promise to your Lord- wishes, whilst reading them, to muse under the delicate point, and requires some address to manage ship, otherwise the affair would not have been so

mouldering cloisters of the old Grey Friars '—to it with credit. Bruce, the traveller, once experienced concluded.

gaze on the large pictures of Lely and Verrio-to a singular baulk to his belligerent intentions.

In regard to your Lordship's person ;--on my hold colloquy with the Grecians'; and, above all, The “ Lord of Geesh ” (his Abyssinian title) was

honour I have in no manner spoken of it, your per- there springs up within us a liking—a sympathy a tall fellow, both in body and mind, and we may

son not being known to me.

So, if I can serve you,

(something between pity and admiration) for the gather from his own narrative, that he was of a

command me; and, with the most profound respect, poor Blue-coat boy, toiling for college honours, or domineering disposition. This was natural. He I sign myself,

wandering homeless through the London streets, a was taller and stronger than is common with men,

Your Lordship's

result, perhaps, of more moment to the author, than sanguine, successful in his enterprises, much admired,

Most humble and obliged servant, that of upholding the reputation of his favourite almost as much (and we believe most unjustly) con

Filippo ACCORAMBONI. school. In his second paper, on this subject, and demned and ridiculed; he possessed great acuteness,

Al Signor Janne Bruce.

where he apostrophizes some of his contemporaries, surprising energy, and but little reflection. Such is

the following passage has just met our eyes — Come the very recipe for an overbearing disposition. Look

back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayat the portrait of the man,

A Recipe for a Fit of the Gout. Posidonius dis- spring of thy fancies, with bope like a fiery column “ Mr Bruce's stature was six feet four inches; his coursing in Pompey's presence was surprised with

before thee-the dark pillar not yet turned-Samuel person was large and well-proportioned, and his a violent fit of the gout, which in spite of its impor

Taylor Coleridge-logician, metaphysician, bard!'strength corresponded with his size and stature. In tunity be concealed, pursuing his discourse without

It is thus that he invoked the most famous of his his youth he possessed much activity, but in the latter any look or action to confess it. Pray tell me what new school companions-one whom he always held in part of his life he became corpulent; though, when remedies had this philosopher found against its pain ? close friendship, and who has died—how short a he chose to exert himself, the effects of time were what sear-cloths, what unguents against this gout?-

time!--before him. not perceptible. The colour of his hair was a kind only the knowledge of things, and the resolution of “ It was not long after he quitted Christ's Hosof dark red ; his complexion was sanguine ; and the his mind.—Du Vair.

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clerk in the India House. Here he remained for

We must not omit to mention in fit terms of

FINE ARTS, many years if we are to take him literally, thirty

praise a very excellent engraving, by Scriven, at the six years—rising gradually from a small salary to a Curtis's Botanical Magazine, or Flower-Garden Dis

beginning of the Canterbury Pilgrims,' of the tradicomfortable yearly stipend; until, in 1825, or there

played. Curtis. No. 1-XCV.

tional portrait of Chaucer. abouts, he was pensioned off liberally (with two The illustrations are carefully drawn, and give a just thirds of my accustomed salary,' he says) by the notion of the details of their originals; but from a Directors. great want of artistical effect, it would be very diffi

MUSIC. “ The paper in which he has made grateful men. cult to form a true idea of the general appearance of tion of this, and in which he bids farewell to the the plants represented. The colouring is clear and

The Musical Library. No. X. Charles Knight. stately House of Merchants,' and to the partners lively, nay, of the kind, it is delicate, but by no means There is too great a portion of this month's part de of his toils

matches the originals ;--indeed the whole system of voted to that prosaic style of music which Iso (Farewell, kind Chairmian, Iras, long farewell!) print-colouring is defective ; in some cases it is per- delighted our forefathers of the glee order. The should be hung up in the India House ; to remind fectly ridiculous. What can be thought of a picture pieces, however, are good of their kind; there is the the merchants of one of their] generous deeds ; and coloured by as many hands as there are colours in it; after dinner duet, “ Could a Man be Secure,' the pretty to tell the young and repining clerk, that a man of where each colour has its own painter, and the pic- glee, ' Adieu to the Village Delights,' and a good marare genius once toiled (as he may do) thirty-six

ture passes from one to another to receive the tints drigal, by Giacomo Gastoldi: we cannot, however, peryears within those walls.

that are to imitate the harmony, richness, and deli- ceive any point of connection between the solid,

cacy of nature. We laugh at the country that pro- heavy style of the madrigal, and the airy vivacity of “ During this period, he dwelt in various places; duces a horn band composed of monotonous indi- Suckling's words; it reminds us of the organist, who sometimes in London, sometimes in the suburbs. viduals ;

;- chromatic troop; a force amounting to scandalised his rector by playing the people out of He had (amongst other residences) chambers in the

two octaves, that fire off a melody in line ;--a band church to the tune of Cherry Ripe.' Haydn's canTemple-lodgings in Russell street, Covent Garden of sharp shooters practicing in a body; but what are zonet, •The Wanderer,' is inferior to his others. (the first floor, over the shop now occupied by Mr we to think of a troop of artists, brush in hand, lay- The bolero, by Piantanida, with a melody for the Creed the bookseller)—a house at Islington, on the ing on to one poor engraving, distributing their voice, is a charming, playful bit of frolic, gay and border of the New River - lodgings at Dalston (or colours at word of command, furnishing coats of red light-hearted; it might be danced and sung by the Shacklewell)-at Enfield Chase—and, finally, at Ed

or blue, or other colour, like army-clothiers, which tutelar fairy of a jessamine bower; we particularly monton, where he died.

must do, fit or no fit. An invention that would super- like the pertinacious little runs backwards and for. “ Mr Lamb had one brother (whom he lost some

sede the ordinary method of colouring each print by wards on the jwords • Candore' and · Fiore.' The years ago), and one sister; but she had no other

hand would be most welcome ; some plan by which air, by Gluck, ‘ Non vi Turbate no,' is worthy of its certainly no other near relations. His brother, Mr colours could be multiplied in their proper places and

beautiful and heroic subject; it is sung by Alcestes, John Lamb, of the South-Sea House, was consider- degrees ; like the different tones of an engraving. fand expresses her happiness in being allowed to die ably his senior. You were figuring in the career

At present, coloured engravings are in the same or her husband. of manhood,' he says, addressing his brother, predicament that books were forinerly ; each copy is

There is a Flower, a Ballad. By W. Bayley. made by hand, as manuscripts were before the inven•When I was yet a little peevish boy.' tion of printing

Cooper. Aldridge.

Not strikingly original, but pleasing, and not diffi. “ The reader may remember, that it was this We have said the system was to blame for this.

cult. We could have wished that Mr Bayley had brother (otherwise James Elia) who, upon seeing While it lasts, therefore, we must judge of coloured

been more sparing of his turns; an ornament that some Eton boys at play, gave vent to his forebodings prints according to their comparative, rather than in that memorable sentence, “What a pity to think their intrinsic, merits. The chief use to which they

cannot be too sparingly used, which ballad-singers that these fine ingenuous lads in a few years will all

seldom require prompting to introduce, from its ease. can be put is, to more decidedly enable a reader to

It is apt to become vulgar in the mouths of ordinary be changed into frivolous members of Parliament.' identify the original of a verbal description. To this His sister, between whom and our friend, there exend they must be at least generally correct.


Such isted a long, deep, and untiring affection—and who the plates before us seem to be, due allowance being

TO CORRESPONDENTS. is worthy in every respect, to have been the sister made for the deficiencies to which we have adverted; of such a man--survives him. They lived together and the colours are brighter and cleaner than we

In consequence of our new-year's arrangements, of (being both single)-read together thought to- commonly get in such publications.

the increase of original matter, and of the re-publicagether, and crowned the natural tie that linked them

tion of Mr Hazlitt's Shakspeare criticisms (now out of to each other, with the truest friendship. He has

Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims. By Charles Cow. print), various estimable Correspondents are requested written down her qualities--some of them at least

den Clarke. Effingham Wilson.

to pardon us if we are compelled to delay the appearance in a pleasant essay: she is the Bridget Elia of Parterre, Nos. I–V. Effingham Wilson.

of promised communications, perhaps, ultimately, to • Mackery End'; and she is the person, also, to

Chaucer unillustrated by pictures would have been omit some of them. We do it with great unwillingwhom one of his early sonnets is addressed, in which a sad business; and Mr Clarke has too much good ness, and would fain, if we could, publish some extra he reproaches himself for some little inequality of taste and guslo to have committed so cold-hearted a sheets, on purpose to gratify both them and ourselves: temper towards her

blunder. So here we have the · Canterbury Pilgrims, but we mentioned the other day that we foresay we

and their various imaginings shadowed forth in should have difficulties in doing as we wished in this • If from my lips some angry accents fell, goodly figures by the pleasant hand of Mr Samuel respect; and obstacles crowd upon us.

In future we Peevish complaint, or harsh reproof unkind,

Williams, who handles his wooden blocks with all shall take care how we make promises which it pains 'Twas but the error of a sickly mind.'

the love and pride, and skilful practice, as if he were us not to keep,--far more, we trust, than those to •• Thou didst ever show' to me (he proceeds) born of a hamadryad, and felt in every grain of the whom they are made. • kindest affection,

box-wood. A vile scratchiness deforms the neatness Certain of our friends will feel, on various ac• Weeping my sorrows with me, who repay of most of the finer wood-cuts now-a-days, which counts, what exceptions are necessarily to be made

in the above announcement.-J. W. D. for one (if But ill the mighty debt of love I owe, makes us sometimes doubt their superiority over the

he is the same who writes to us about Lord Bacon). blunt, rude, heavy-stroked, hard-lined, black-sìadowMary, to thee, my sister and my friend !'

His verses were put away in some such very safe ed cuts of old. Freedom from either defect is very place that we cannot find them after long search, " Mr Lamb was the author of various works in prose rare; but Mr Williams may truly boast, that no cuts

and must beg another copy,- which we reckon upon, and verse; viz. Specimens of the English Dra- of the day are clearer and neater than his, while they Respecting Bacon, he will see what we have felt

for reasons which will be obvious to his delicacy. matic Poets,' 1808; • The Works of Charles Lamb, have all the vigor and freedom of the old style, with

ourselves obliged to say in our Week,' heartily (2 vols.) 1818; • Elia,' 1823 ; • The Last Essays of

more depth and richness of tone than belongs to agreeing, as we do-for the most part, with his letter, Elia,' 1833; The Adventures of Ulysses,' and either. Mr Williams's defects are, a certain manner

and hoping to do what he desires. • Tales from Shakspeare;' besides which, he made a ism in the drawing,—a sort of extra-flow of line in

The signature to the Sonnet, published in our last

week's Journal, should have been E. W., and not second gleaning from the Old English Dramatists, the limbs--occasionally a degree of stiffness in the

E. H. under the name of • The Garrick Papers' (published attitudes, and too great a neglect of the expression in

Our cordial Correspondent, One of the MILLION, in Hone's • Every-Day Book'); assisted his sister the faces; for even in designs as small as his, the ex

is at liberty to keep the book he speaks of, till he in her beautiful littie book, called • Mrs Leicester's pression may be conveyed—though by the slightest and his friends have quite done with it,--to the School;' and favoured this Paper with a few of the touch.

Of the pleasing effect, however, that may be year's end, if they please. We owe this to others, later efforts, or rather sportings of his pen.* produced in wood, Mr Williams's designs in the being great keepers of books ourselves, as some other

Correspondents have too much reason to know : but He died at Edmonton, on the 27th of December, in Chaucer,' and the numbers of the Parterre,' are

the volumes are safe with us, as they shall see. the sixty-first year of his age. He fell, accidentally, excellent specimens; he is less lavish of his lines,

By a mistake, the Supplements were omitted in in the road, and having wounded his face considerably, more varied in his shadows, his handling is simpler, the Index or list of Contents to our first year's an erysipelas ensued, which put a period to his and he produces a picture in better keeping than we

volume. The omission will be supplied at the end

of the second. valuable life."

often meet with among engravings of the kind. We

have never seen a better bit of colour in wood than * He wrote also some verses and theatrical criticisms in

LONVON: Publisbed by H. HOOPER, Pall Mall East, and
the Examiner,' and, we believe, in the Times.'
the black horse upon which 'Troilus is riding, nor a

supplied to Country Agents by C. KNIGHT, Ladgate street.
better effect of perspective than in the figures in the
procession of the Pilgrims.

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WednesDAY, Jan. 28, 1835.

No. 44.


old man,

ICE,-WITH POETS UPON IT. saw the world before heat moved it,-the rough ma- Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud. Ir is related of an Emperor of Morocco, that some terials of the masonry of creation.

The leafless trees and every icy crag

Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills unfortunate traveller having thought to get into his “ Far, far above, piercing the infinite sky,

Into the tumult sent an alien sound good graces by telling him of the wonders of other Mont Blanc appears, still, snowy, and serene

Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars countries, and exciting, as he proceeded, more and more Its subject-mountains their unearthly forms

Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the West incredulity in the imperial mind, finished, as he Pile round it, ice and rock; broad vales between

The orange sky of evening died away,
Of frozen floods, unfathomable deeps,'

Not seldom from the uproar I retired
imagined, bis delightful climax of novelties, by telling
Blue as the overhanging heav'n, that spread

Into a silent bay, or sportively him, that in his native land, at certain seasons of the And wind among the accumulated steeps ; ;

Glanced sideways, leaving the tumultuous year, people could walk and run upon the water ; A desart, peopled by the storms alone."

throng upon which such indignation seized his majesty,

SHELLEY. To cut across the reflex of a star, that, exclaiming, “Such a liar as this is not fit to On the other hand, what is more prettily beautiful

Image, that, flying still before me, gleam'd

Upon the glassy plain ; and oftentimes, live!" he whipped off the poor man's head with his than the snow above mentioned, or the boar-frost

When we had given our bodies to the wind, scymitar. upon the boughs of a tree, like the locks of Spenser's

And all the shadowy banks on either side It is a pity that some half dozen captives had not

Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning been present, from other northern regions, to give

still (“ As hoary frost with spangles doth attire the monarch's perplexity a more salutary turn, by

The rapid line of motion, then at once The mossy branches of an oak half dead,")

Have I, reclining back upon my heels, testifying to similar phenomena; as, how you drove

or the spectacle (in the verses quoted below) of a Slopp'd short; yet still the solitary cliffs your chariot over the water,-how lumps of water came Northern garden,

Wheel'd by me_even as if the earth had roll'd rolling down-hill like rocks; and how you chopped,

With visible motion her diurnal round! not only your stone-hard meat, but your stone-hard

“Where through the ice the crimson berries glow." Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, : drink,-holding a pound of water between pincers, Our winters of late have been very mild; and

Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watch'd

Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.” and pelting a fellow with a gill of brandy instead of a most desirable is it, for the poor's sake, that they stone. For such things are in Russia and Tartary; should continue so, if the physical good of the Better for great poets to write in this manner, where, furthermore, a man shall have half a yard; of

creation will allow it. But when frost and ice come, and show Nature's kindliness in the midst of what water for his beard; throw a liquid up in the air, and we must make the best of them; and Nature, in her might seem otherwise, than to do as Dante and catch it a substance; and be employed in building apparently severest operations, never works without Milton have done, and add the tortures of frost and houses made of water, for empresses to sit in and take some visible mixture of good, as well as a great deal ice to the horrors of superstition. Be never their supper. Catherine the Second had one.

of beauty (itself a good). Cold weather counteracts names, however, mentioned without reverence. The “ It was a miracle of rare device, worse evils: the very petrifaction of the water fur.

progress of things may have required at their hands A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice;" nishes a new ground for sport and pastime. Then

what we can smile at now as a harmless terror of thus realizing Mr Coleridge's poetical description of

in every street the little boys find a gliding pleasure, poetry. With what fine solid lines Milton always

and the sheet of ice in the pond or river spreads a “ builds " his verse :
the palace of Kubla Khan.
| Many a natural phenomenon is as poetical as this

, other day in a “ Now;" but now we have the satis-
joyous floor for skaiters. We touched upon this the

Beyond this flood * a frozen continent and adjusts itself into as imaginative shapes and

Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms faction of being able to quote some fine verses of lights. Fancy the meeting an island-mountain of

Of whirlwind and dire hail, which on firm land Mr Wordsworth's on the subject, which we hap- Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems green or blue ice, in a sunny sea, moving southwards,

They are

Of ancient pile, or else deep snow and ice, and shedding fountains from its sparkling sides! The pened not to have by us at the moment. taken from a new edition of Mr Hine's judicious

A gulf profound, as that Serbonian bog poet has described the icicle,

Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, and valuable • Selections' from that fine poet, just

Where armies whole have sunk.f The parching air “Quietly shining to the quiet moon : published by, Mr Moxon. They are the more in

Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire. But the icicle (so to speak) described itself first to teresting, inasmuch as they show Mr Wordsworth Thither, by harpy-footed furies hald, the poet. Water, when it begins to freeze, makes

to be a skaiter himself,—no mean reason for his At certain revolutions, all the damned crystals of itself; the snow is all stars or feathers, or being able to write so vigorously.

Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change

Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce takes the shape of flowers upon your window; and


From beds of raging fire, to starve in ice. the extreme of solemn grandeur as well as of fairy

- In the frosty season, when the sun')

Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine

Was set, and, visible for many a mile, elegance is to be found in the operations of frost. In

Immoveable, infixed, and frozen round,

The cottage windows through the twilight blazed, Switzerland gulfs of petrified billows are formed in

Periods of time, thence hurried back to fire. I

I heeded not the summons:-bappy time whole vallies by the descent of ice from the moun. It was indeed for all of us;

• The river of Oblivion. tains, its alternate thawing and freezing, and the It was a time of rapture !-clear and loud

+ “ Serbonis says Hune (not the Historian, but the ministry of the wind. You stand upon a crag, and

The village clock tollid six-I wheeld about,

commentator on Milton),“ was a lake of 200 furlongs in Proud and erulting like an untired horse,

length and 1000 in compass, between the ancient mountain see before you wastes of icy solitude, looking like an

That cares not for his home.-All shod with

Casius and Damiata, a city of Egypt, on one of the more

eastern mouths of the Nile. It was surrounded on all sides ocean heaven-struck in the midst of its fury, and fixed


by hills of loose sand, which, carried into the water by Not another sight is to be seen, but the

We hiss'd along the polish'd ice in games high winds, so thickened the lake, as not to be distinguished ghastly white mountains that surround it;_not a

Confederate, imitative of the chase

from part of the continent, where whole armies have been And woodland pleasures,--the resounding horn,

swallowed up. Read · Herodotus,'lib, iii., and · Lucan's sound to be heard, but of under-currents of water

Pharsalia,' viii. 539, &c. Todd's edition of • Miltou,'

The pack loud bellowing, and the hunted hare. breaking away, or the thunders of falling ice-crags,

vol. ii. p. 47.

So through the darkness and the cold we flew, or, perhaps, the scream of an eagle. 'Tis as if you

We add another note or two from Mr Todd's 'Milton,' to And not a voice was idle; with the din

show what pleasant reading there is in these Variorum From the Steam-Press of C. & W. REYNELL, Little Pulteney-street.

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