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sion of his soul; whilst, with all his boasts of supe. dertaking which only helped to make the com- Convinced that nothing but death, in the manner rior wisdom, he poured forth on every occasion of batants effeminate: he asserted that it was more he had proposed, would satisfy the merciless multienvy, contradiction, or irritation, a torrent of foul useful to the state, though a few lives were lost, tude, in a tremor, produced by agitation of body and invective; and always in a greater proportion, if to harden them by exposure to heat and thirst, mind, he sunk on the ground : repeated faintings, the person he attacked appeared to excel him in than to suffer the defenders of their country to succeeded by a fever, made it necessary to postpone person, fortune, morals, or understanding.

enjoy the indulgencies of coolness and shade. the business. Having proved himself grossly deficient in every After much declamation in favour of self-denial, A physician, who was sent for to administer relief, Christian requisite, and disguising, under the philo- it was observed that, on the next celebration of informed him, that if he was so anxiously bent upon sophic garb, an overbearing spirit as well as a de

the games, he was foremost in the crowd which death, he might save himself the trouble and cerepraved heart; after repeated but ineffectual admoni. pressed forward to enjoy the stream.

mony of publicly inflicting it on himself, for that the tions to amend, he was expelled from the Christian

The office of a censurer of mankind, whatever fever, if unsubdued, would soon release him from church.

his motives, is not of a kind to conciliate affection, his cares. Again thrown loose on society, he travelled on

but the inconsistencies of Peregrinus made him Peregrinus, not relishing the proposal, told his foot into Egypt, and having, by vicious or preposte contemptible; a circumstance highly mortifying to

medical friend, that merely to die in his bed was not rous conduct, closed every avenue to fair fame, he a man hunting after popularity, and ambitious of the thing he wanted; that so common a mode of assumed the character of a cynic, he affected the posthumous fame.

going out of the world, unnoticed and unapplauded, dress and manners of Diogenes, inflicted on himself

Rendered desperate by disappointment, he re- had neither the charm of novelty, nor the attraction corporal chastisement, and insisted that, to a philo- solved, on the fervour of false philosophy, to asto

of popular admiration.
sopher, all words and
all actions, as long as they did
nish the world, and build his reputation on what

* After a struggle of several weeks, between his
not violate moral justice, or diminish the great mass
he judged an imperishable basis, by putting an

fears, his disease, and his pride, the fever left him, of public happiness, were equally indifferent. end to his existence on a funeral pile.

and he positively fixed the time and place at which He neglected or despised the decencies of dress, Being questioned as to the end he had in view,

he would execute his purpose. language, and 'gesture; performing publicly, with. he said, that he meant to hold forth to the world an On the 16th July, A. D.165, and in the 236th out shame, actions, which prejudice and propriety, impressive example; to teach men to despise death,

Olymp., such was the formal style in which it was anin civilized societies, have covered with a thick veil. and to bear pain with firmness and composure.

nounced, he ascended for the last time a pile, which he Such conduct was neither imitated nor approved. It was in vain he was told that a fear of death

had constructed with his own hands. Three miles from in a country warmly attached ritual observance, was implanted in our bosoms for the wisest pur.

Olympia, on the evening of a serene day, and the and which has been called the mother of supersti. poses, and that it was everyone's first duty to per

moon shining with a silver light, Peregrinus pretion. The disappointed cynic was driven with form the offices of society in that post in which sented himself to the public eye, with a long train of ignominy from the banks of the Nile, and, repair. Providence had placed him.

followers, and others, whom curiosity or admiration ing to Rome, soothed his chagrin and gratified “ If he imagines,” said Lucian, on hearing of his had attracted. Laying aside his mantle, his wallet his pride, that pride which, in the human heart, design, “ that there is anything so very heroic in and his staff, he set fire to the fabric he had formed of puts on such a variety of forms, by loading with committing himself to the flames, I can furnish him fir and other materials; then scattering incense abuse the customs, &c. of the country, which with a long list of fools and madmen who have around him, and turning his face to the south, he tolerated his insolence. excelled in this his favourite exit.

exclaimed in a loud voice, “ Genii of my ancestors, He attacked that Iexcellent emperor and man,

"In the blaze of a fierce fire, as suffocation is open your arms to receive me !" and, leaping into the Titus Antoninus, who proved that he was the true immediate, sensation ceases on the spot; but on any flames, was soon reduced to ashes. philosopher by listening with patience to his im. occasions which rouses their zeal or animates their

Thus terminated the career of a man who may be pudent haranguer; and if any of the charges devotion, the Indian Brahmins literally roast them- said to have rendered himself extraordinary by his against him were true, by amending his conduct. selves by slow tires, voluntarily exposing themselves crimes, and the manner of his death. A prefect of the city, whose temper was very

to the agonies of death for several hours.
irritable, drove our unfortunate declaimer from “ If his passion arises merely from being tired of
the capitol; and, after passing through several life, he need only return to his own country, where, HINTS FOR TABLE TALK.
cities of Greece unnoticed or despised, he fixed as a parricide and an adulterer, he will instantly

No. VI.
his abode at Athens, where he attracted the notice receive the reward of his crimes."
of A. Gellius, who has recorded several of their With all his firmness, the cynic appears to have

dreaded the fate to which he had devoted himself.
One of his favourite topics was to inveigh He was not without hopes that by the interference of
against what he called the folly of wrapping up his associates his proposed death would be pre-

By some mistake or other I got up a little sooner the names of things, the harmless propensities of vented. nature, in refined phrase and delicate expression; But general expectation being roused, his abso

than usual the other morning. When I entered my he would perhaps have agreed with a certain lute and positive refusal to undergo that which he parlour the room had a clean but cold look which writer that there was an increase of sin, since bad had offered, besides lowering him in the esteem of half inclines to make you shiver, like the sun in a women were called women of pleasure, and the his followers, his failure would have exposed him to

clear wintry day. The hearth was unsullied with crime of adultery softened in the modish denomi- the risk of being torn to pieces by the populace, ashes, and the coals in the grate, though blazing, nation of crim. con. who, on such occasions, are not disposed to submit

were black and square. The fire was yet in its inMore vain in his particular way than any man quietly to an impostor, who sports with their feelings fancy, and the flames and smoke gambolled in the

chimney like childhood. Betty was just in the act alive, he grossly attacked the public spirit of and insults their credulity. Herodes Atticus, a citizen, who, diffusing his Finding he could expect nothing from their

of unfolding the damask table-cloth. With a scien. wealth in laudable exertion, and ornamenting his humanity, he appealed to their superstition ; spoke

tific sweep it was outspread the air, and descended country by magnificent structures, reflected credit of celestial communication, &c., which forbade the

on to the table as (gently as a flake of snow. Na. on the magnificence of a private man; many of execution of his purpose; but he had gone too far

lure's own hand gave grace to the drapery at the the comforts and even luxuries of life within the to retreat, and finding that he had no alternative,

corners, and the edge of every fold formed an illusreach of the poorest individual. but the death he had chosen, or a more shocking one,

tration of Hogarth's line of beauty. The territory on which the Olympic games were he prepared the pile with his own hands.

It was necessary to my comfort that I should emexhibited has been for ages a burning sand, the On the day appointed, and during the vast con

ploy myself until breakfast was ready, bearing in death of many a candidate from dust and heat; a course of the Olympic games, he appeared with a

mind the thousand times repeated lines of Watts' spot rendered classical by poets, and affording a train of attendants, addressed the people, and as

· Busy Bee'

land-mark to the chronologist and historian, was serted that the evils he had suffered, and the pains

“ For Satan finds some mischief still, i scantily supplied with water; a reproach to the he had endured, were sufficient testimonies of his

For idle hands to do," : avarice, the poverty, or the taste of the Greeks. attachment to philosophy without the present proof, Which is somewhat contradicted by an old The quick-sighted zeal of Herodes provided for

He then spoke on the vanity of life, and the glory saying," that it is better to do mischief than the defect; he conducted, at a vast expense of of devoting ourselves to death for the benefit of others, be idle.", I was not in a humour to read, and money, a copious stream, supplied from distant but was interrupted by the shouts of his friends, it was against my grain to sit looking at my finsprings by an aqueduct, which, uniting magnific who exclaimed that such a man ought to live for the

gers. Pens, ink, and paper were lying invitingly on cence with utility, was the wonder and ornament sake of his country, for the instruction and edifica- the side table, but to write before breakfast was out of his country.

tion of mankind. These words were instantly over- of the question, so I began to act the limner, and A work, which it was difficult to speak or even powered by the voices of a very considerable majority, sketch the scene before me—the breakfast table. think of without praise, which excited general who insisted that a non-performance of that which he The table, covered with the cloth, was the first thing, approbation, was considered by Peregrinus as a had promised was unworthy of the character he had then as the cups and saucers, bread, butter, eggs, good opportunity to exert his talent at satire and assumed, that a philosopher ought to set an example egg cups, plates, and all the necessary et cetera were abuse. of consistency and faith.

placed upon it by Betty, I placed them on paper He attacked Herodes as vain-glorious and os.. “Conduct him to the pile !" re-echoing on every with pen and ink. You see the sketch on the oppotentatious, in thus lavishing his wealth on an un side, filled our philosopher with terror and dismay site page, dear Mr Editor, and could the reader see









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it, I should not be at such pains in describing it. The JENTAC. No, I would not have that either, espe- to drink it as hot only as you can bear, and recollect, perspective is not quite so bad as Hogarth’s carica- cially as it is in your own house, but let us split the also, that in all remarks I may hereafter chance to ture upon that subject. difference, and talk, eat, and sip alternately.

make, present company is excepted. From drawing a sketch I proceeded to write a Tueo. That, I think, is the most intellectual way JENTAC. I'll endeavour to follow your advice. sketch, and further to introduce figures upon the pic- of enjoying this beverage, bearing in mind not to let Theo. Do. But recollect that even if, in so doing, ture, and to put words into their mouths. Here is either of these performances flag ; keeping the bat- you meet with any mishaps, I am not to be answerthe whole affair—the picture—the scene--the cha- tery of wit well supplied with ammunition—taking able therefore. Let me fill your cup again. racters—and the dialogue Table Talk, and

care the garrison fall not short in the victualling de- Jentac. No, thankee, I'm perfectly satisfied—had. [Here the reader is to suppose a breakfast table partment,

quite enough, and a scalded throat into the barvery graphically set forth, with urn, teapot, milk-jug,

“ Nor o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon."

gain! egg-cups, &c.]

Theo. Come! we'll drop the subject of the throat; Especially this last item I would have attended to. but you are not really serious? Come, keep me SCENE. A bachelor's apartment. Cheerful fire in a

To allow your coffee to cool is an insult to your host, company, I am only at my fifth cup. I must have bright steel stove--cat before it, also muffins. Table as much as to say you care not for him or his coffee.

my quantum of ten. covered with pure white damask cloth, the prints of the

There is nothing more execrable than such stuff. It JENTAC. Well, if I take another cup you must not. falds giving proof of its virginity. On it a tray with is like the hatred of a brother—love turned into hate; mind me trifling over it with the spoon till it's cold urn, tea-pot, coffee-pot, cups, plates, eggs, and all the

delicious when replete with caloric; wanting that --(you said something of that just now)—for I must paraphernalia of a breakfast.

make the one last out your coming five. Theophilus Tencups, Esq. welcoming to breakfast his

(Jentac. looks suspiciously at Theo. and, taking his Theo. Don't you think, Jack, that I should refriend, Jack Jentaculum, also Esq._cælestes ambo. cup, empties it at a gulp.)

ceive some token of approbation from Government, Theo. Ah, Jack! my dear fellow, how d'ye do?

JENTAC. Oh-0-0-0!—There, Theophilus, is a proof for contributing so much to the Treasury in the shape You're in eapital time-best way_if one wishes to

of my regard for you worthy of a Roman stoic. I've of the duty on coffee? I was calculating the other be comfortable-everything smoking hot ! Hark swallowed a cup of boiling coffee at a gulp, and day, and find that it amounts to seven pounds eight. how the urn lid chatters with the oozing of the steam, thereby scalded my tongue. Water! water ! So shillings every year for coffee alone—not so much as I as if 'twould say-Who'll drink me!

Come, put

much for your advice! You were getting so ener- had thought though, after all. down your hat, and gloves, and stick; now take pos- getic about hot coffee, that I began to think there JENTAC. Quite enough on that score, I think ; but, session of that arm-chair, and make yourself commight be some personal inuendoes. O my tongue!

suppose every bachelor contributed as much, it fortable.

Pray, Theophilus, ring for water. ( Rings the bell- would amount to no contemptible sum-total. But, JENTAC. Well, friend Theophilus—for you are a Tiger enters.)

my worthy Theophilus, you have calculated your friend, though not one of the friends, as your loqua

Theo. Some water instantly-quick !

coffee cold, you have made it minus the caloric you city proves--allow me to answer each point of your JENTAC. Fly, ye dog! (Exit Tiger.) O my lately mentioned as so essential to its being relished. welcome severally :-first, that I shall, from all aptongue !

: Theo. Most true, Jentaculus, the coffee is coldpearances (eyeing the breakfast-table) do very well this

Theo. Patience ! Jack, "patience ! and I beg you but liere, 'tis soon remedied (empties it into the slopmorning ;--sec

will not lay the blame to me. You exceeded the basin]. Now let me fill it again with a cup that is Theo. Ha, ha! very good! you're heartily wela limits of my advice; I only meant that coffee should

relishable. come, and be drank as hot as is convenient and safe to the pa

JENTAC. A certain Utilitarian friend of mine, JENTAC. Stop, stop, I have not finished my reply late and the system, and in this direction. I am sup

whose name would give any one an appetite, says, to your first batch. In the second place, I always ported by no less an authorty than Lord Bacon, who

that the best way to enjoy a breakfast is a willingness make punctuality a point-upon an appointment says that it should be taken as hot as one can drink

to be pleased with what is before you. How in the especially in the gastronomic way—'tis due to my it, and that thereby it comforteth the brain and friend's comfort, and to my own gratificationheart, and helpeth digestion

world can you make such a hearty breakfast without Theo. Come, Jack, a truce to your talking-the

Jentac. Devil take Lord Bacon, and digestion raising an appetite by a walk ! coffee will spoil.

Will they never bring the water to cool my

Theo. That is the very thing that would take JENTAC. I would not have the weight of such a tongue?

away my appetite. I must have my breakfast imtransgression on my head, so here's for it.

Theo. Patience, my dear fellow, is said to be a mediately I am up, otherwise I could not relish all Theo. “ Fa' tafa' ta !” as a Scotchman would virtue. Strive, therefore, to

the dainties in the world. say to his guests at parriteti. I leave you to help

Jentac. Theophilus, you have no feeling for one.

JENTAC. Here then we differ. 'I must have a yourself, I shall find it quite employment enough to

Just give a tug at the bell to expedite the lazy walk before breakfast, il 'tis but a turn round a garattend to my own appetite. dog!

den, or across a yard twelve feet square. 'Tis all JENTAC. Then you grant me a dispensation-a

Theo. I have heard it said, that proverbs should the effect of a variety of constitution. permission to set etiquette at naught?

not be quoted in genteel society, and therefore I Theo. We'll ask our friend Esculapius to explain Theo. To be sure. You shall enjoy full liberty shall not say—though 'tis on my tongue's end

the why and the wherefore to us. Were I in the while in

JENTAC. 'Tis at my tongue's root. dominions. my

“ Oh! could

best humour imaginable, and desiring to be pleased JENTAC. Talking of liberty-coffee and liberty are I kill with cursing."

with all the world, I could not relish my breakfast not subjects which harmonise very well together

Theo. I was saying, worthy Jentaculus, that if I had to walk before it. coffee associates in the mind with Turkey—the most it was at my tongue's end to repeat, in spite of Lord

JENTAC. Then, as matters stand, we have been absolute of despotisms, and where one would run the Chesterfield, a proverb—“ Talk of the Devil”.

both accommodated in our appetites. I lave had a risk of being made a head shorter for a less offence ( Tiger enters ) and here he is.

walk here before breakfast, and you enjoy it on the than placing the spoon on the wrong side of the cup.

JENTAC. By all that's merciful he has brought the

spot. How do you manage when you are invited Theo. Very true; coffee often puts me in mind of water hot-sottering from Pandemonium! Get out,

out to breakfast? the pleasures of absolute power. Say what you will ye imp, and bring me ice, and water from the Arctic --frown as ye will, ye moralists, and smile as ye will, regions !

Cold water-blockhead! to cool my

Theo. Make a preliminary operation before I go

out-six cups out of my ten, at least. I cannot do ye demagogues, there is an unspeakable pleasure in tongue ! the thoughts of having at one's command all

Theo. Be not too hasty, Jack! No doubt the otherwise, if I wish to preserve my day's comfortas JENTAC. A truce! there—your lecture on politics lad knew thy complaint, and brought thee wherewith

I do not possess Aladdin's lamp or ring to enable me to cure it. Heat hath affinity for heat, and so the

to transport myself in an instant, and without any will turn my coffee weak and waterish. If you will

exertion. hot water will extract the hot coffee from thy tongue. talk, friend Theophilus, let it be of coffee; add to

Jentac. O! thou Job's comforter. Hold with Jertac. Talking of Aladdin's lamp, I used often the fiavour of this delicious cup, anecdotes of its virtues; how authors have watered the soil of their brain thy raillery, and cool my tongue !

when alone over my coffee to fall to musing upon the with it, how Eastern warriors have refreshed them

Theo. Drink turpentine, and that will do't. luxurious scenes of the region of the · Arabian selves after the toils of blood on the battlefield, and

(Enter Tiger with ewer of water. Jentac. seizes it, and Nights,' and imagine the beauteous Sultana sipping how British tars in the present day sing the praises makes one long draught of the contents).

coffee in bed, by the side of the Sultan, to clear her of Arabia's berry, as of old they did of grog.

JENTAC. Oh, that was cooling! I would not have sweet throat, as she endeavoured to spin out the

exchanged it for Jove's immortal nectar. I would thread of her tales and her life. But all these visions Theo. Verily, friend Jentaculum, thou art as not have taken that ewer from my mouth to ransom were dispelled by the London Journalist, who de. learned upon that subject as am I. Thou art noted nations.

clares that coffee is not once mentioned in the whole as a teller of anecdotes, and retailer of facts, scraps, Theo. You will have changed your opinion on tales of the thousand and one nights that the and reminiscences. Can'st thou find naught on that subject by the time the dinner cloth is removed. Arabian berry bad not been discovered at that coffee in the index of thy mind ? JENTAC. It may be so; so much for the influence time.

Such appears to be the fact, but, as I hope Jentac. I'faith, yes, friend Quaker, but I would of circumstances. But the cold water was as precious

to drink another cup! when I was at school I rather sip my coffee, and hear you speak. When I to me at that moment as it sometimes is to the tra

obtained as a prize a copy of the Arabian Nights,' have put an end thereunto then will I speak. vellers on the deserts of Arabia

the frontispiece of which was a very pretty copperTweo. Am I, then, not to enjoy my coffee, but • Theo. Halt at Arabia—that reminds me to re-fill plate, of the Sultan and Sultana sitting up in a very act the part of your slave, as among the Romans of your cup. Put milk in first to your taste—now handsome modern four-post bedstead the sister old, and recite while you eat ?

sugar: there's a cup fit for a Sultan! But recollect sitting at the foot, and some black slaves pouring on


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Who nam'd to thee the daring man Who first on mast uplifted sail ?

Ah ! passed not away

E'en the renown of him Who for the very feet found wings?


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And shall he not immortal be,
Who found for us both health and joys-

Which ne'er the horse bestow'd,

Courageous in the course Which e'en the dance possesses not?

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And shall my name immortal be? I to the slipping steel invent

Its cunning dance. Along

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Thus far had I proceeded, when I suggested to myself, that, in writing in such a strain, I was likely to have nothing more than “my labour for my pains.” That it was too thick and muddy for any one to wade through. That it was “flat and unprofitable,” and so “weary,” or rather “wearisome,” as to require all the animating powers of the subject coffee—to arouse the reader. The time is gone by when “amusing and instructive dialogues ” would be tolerated. It would require a first-rate pen, and a thousand times more wit than you possess, good myself, to render the thing bearable. Besides, the breakfast-table is not the place for such conversation. The pair who would sit down for an hour at a time, and propose, as in the dialogue, would deserve nothing less than to be made President and Vice of a Temperance Society (and no disparagement to that, either). Moreover, the buffoonery respecting the “hot coffee" is very miserable. Such nonsense is only tolerated in • Blackwood.' The original is poor, and detracts greatly from the merits of those inimitable colloquies, and every copy must be shocking. *

Thus did I condemn what myself had written; and there followed a wavering of mind whether the flames should consume it or not. I did not like the idea of so much clean paper being sullied to no purpose, and so the decision was, to refer to the London Journalist for judgment, who will perhaps consider the matter worth putting to a jury of readers.

So here you have it, Mr Editor, with prologue and epilogue. Is the verdict to be“ guilty ” or “not guilty”? whether from judge or jury, I bow to the decision.


Thou knowest each alluring sound
Of music, therefore to the dance

Give melody. Both moon

And forest hear the sound, When hasty flight its horn commands.

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Oh youth ! who know'st to animate'
The water-cothurn, and more swift

Dancest. Leave to the town

Its chimney. Come with me Where beckons thee the crystal's plain.

The literal fidelity with which this translation seems to be executed (to say nothing of the peculiarities of Klopstock's lyrical compositions) gives the above a quaint turn of expression, which, however, will not be displeasing to the Reader, who will take the trouble to understand the ode, and imagine himself in the situation of the skaiters described in it.

Another piece of Klopstock's, called The Art of Tialf'-a giant who is said to have invented the art of skaiting (according to the Scandinavian mythology) is of still more intricate structure,

It has, nevertheless, been highly praised by Madame de Stael, and well deserves her eulogy. In the December number (1831) of · Fraser's Magazine' a translation of this ode is given, but it is too long for quotation, and I am afraid, would with difficulty be rendered intelligible. It is composed in a kind of dialogue between three bards, and is distinguished by much life and character. The heroine of the lyric drama is conveyed in a sledge down the icetorrent surrounded with skaiters, and listening to a youth behind, who joyously impels forward the car, in which she reposes. “ The youth the maiden loves, and she loves him, they celebrate to-day their nuptial-day.”

The translations of these very difficult pieces, I have been told, were executed by Mr Heraud, the author of those two singularly extraordinary poems • The Judgment of the Flood,' and · The Descent into Hell,' to whose pen we are also indebted for the two articles in the • Foreign Review,' and · Fraser's Magazine,' in which they occur. Neither has he forgotten the subject itself in his own poetry. There is an allusion in • The Judgment of the Flood' to that infernal ice described by Milton, in the passage quoted by you from The Paradise Lost.' The allusion occurs in Mr Heraud's description of Dudael;' it is as follows:

“ The Sarsar sped
His ice-bolts through the wide waste wilderness,
And, from his black surcharged cloud aloft,
Made desolation yet more desolate
With cold, whereto the cold within the land
Of Hades, or the frozen tracts of Hell
Were comparable only ; so intense,
Extreme, and bitter; and it smote all things,
And in the heart of all things mortal burn'd;
Tree, bole and branches, with the writhen bolt
Of winter blasted, leafless, barkless, sapless,
Base and of life devoid; and herb and weed
Wither'd; and in their headlong torrent foods'
Congeald, and stiffen'd to a stony sheet.
The wild steed stood aghast, whom rein had ne'er
Checkd, now by more than human vigour curbid,
And in the human veins the vigorous blood
Was shackled, and the rivers of the heart
Were as a seal'd fountain, and the veins
Parch'd became brittle like to glass, and broke,
Or harden'd into marble. Over them
The ice-wind wrought its work; but on the

They clasp'd the bosom of maternal earth,
Unconscious, and the spirit's misery
Had made the flesh insensible to change."

Take also the following scene from “ The Descent into Hell':

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Turn thee unto the left. I will Me to the right half-circling turn.

Take thou the swing as thou

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Thus we the serpentine career Upon the long shore soaring go.'

Be not too artful. That

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Nor Preisler would it imitate.

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Whereto art listening from the shore ? Unskilful skaiters yonder sound

Over the ice not yet

The hoof and load have passed, Nor yet the nets gone under it.

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MORE POETS ON THE ICE. (We have the greater pleasure in giving insertion to the following communication of one of our fair Readers, inasmuch as it speaks of Mr Heraud's • Judgment of the Flood,' a poem which it has been upon our conscience not to have quoted sooner.

] Dear Sir,- It is with much pleasure that I perused, in No. 44, your article, • Ice with Poets upon it.' Nothing can be more delightful than those same poets whom you have exhibited so gracefully cutting figures on the ice. Shelley, Wordsworth, Milton, Redi, and Phillips play their parts with equal honour to their original skill and your critical taste. You, of course, are not unaware of the fine use which Cowper has made of the subject in • The Task, since you have mentioned the fancy of Catherine the Second: the quotation was, however, too trite for such pages as yours, which rightly affect the choice and the recherché. But, as a lover of German literature, I cannot let the occasion pass without alluding to the beautiful descriptions connected with skaiting in some odes of Klopstock.

The • Odes' of Klopstock, says a writer in the • Foreign Review,'—written for relaxation during the composition of · The Messiah'-exhibit the writer as a man, a poet, a lover, a friend, a husband, a patriot, and a Christian. Neither has he been ashamed to register his favourite amusements. In the exercise of skaiting and horse-riding he much delighted, nor has he left them uncelebrated.

The following is a translation of one of his Odes on the former theme. It is intitled

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“ Hell slowly unfolds' her adamantine doorHell bath her gates unfolded. Lo! as it were A mausoleum wide as chaos, or

ing her the

The Ninth of Space, an infinite Sepulchre,
Yet wall'd about; the Ward of Death and Sin
Not silent; sleep with Hope, is alien here.

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At other times, thy ear marks all
Hear how the death-tone plains upou

The flood! How sounds it now

Thus differently!-How Sounds it when miles down gapes the frost ! Backward !--Let not the glitt'ring path Seduce thee from the shore to go;

For where it hides yon deep,

Haply, the waters streamHaply, the fountains bubble up. Death streams out from the wave unheard ! Death rushes from the secret fount !

Tho' lightly as this leaf

Thou glidest thither. Ah !
Youth, thou may'st sink and perish yet !

Lo! shadowy thrones and phantoms there-within
Inaugurate, crown'd strangely. Specties vast
As of blue ice compart, and making din
As shadowy, phantom sounds, their voice a blast
Heard o'er the polar wild's vacuity,
That goes unquestion’d on, lost and aghast,

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Seeking for ought to guide its voyage by,
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Half-raised, expectant on his icy throne

bility, my dear and good Fontenelle?” said my aunt experienced rendered her, if possible, much wilder Each in his cell; his eyes' impatient glow, one day to him.

“ Because I am not yet dead,” re- than before, yet she was not thereby deterred---not Now glancing on the desert, and now gone

plied he, smiling. He had the greatest confidence even after being wounded by a pitch-fork, and her

in strawberries, in consequence of having regularly leg lamed by throwing a hatchet at her_from pay. | Like Boreas' light on Hecla's haunted brow,

had a fever every spring. He used to say, if I can ing a daily visit to the baby in the cradle, because it Glasing his aspect with a ghostly gleam ;

reach the season of strawberries !-He had the hap- was the warmest place within her knowledge, and "Here twinkling now now there -- evanish'd

piness reach it ninety-nine times, and it is to the next to food she considered warmth as indispensable use of strawberries that he always attributed his

to life.

She persisted thus in venturing to the From the void forehead like a transient dream, longevity.- Memoirs of the Marchioness de Créquy. cradle till she was at length intercepted and killed. The void cold forehead, and the fitful light

Faculties of Birds. (Library of Entertaining

CICERO'S VILLA AT ARPINUM. Of massy and monarchal diadem,

Knowledge). A very interesting volume.

The spot, embellished with all the ornaments of Now beamless; and all dusk as the sad night hills and valleys, and wood and waterfalls, was one The regal pall; hangs the broad shoulder o'er of Cicero's most favourite retreats. When Atticus

TO CORRESPONDENTS. Frozen in gorgeous folds, and moveless quite. first visited it, he was so charmed that, instead of

A. M. is informed (we wish we could insert his Burns now that starless air intenselier frore- wondering as before that it was such a favourite resi- pleasant letter) that the back numbers of the LONDON Heard ye not hoofs on that ice pavement clang dence of his friend, he expressed his surprise that he

Journal are to be procured at the office, in Pall Mall In rampart fury or triumph ? Hark! once more,

ever retired elsewhere; declaring, at the same time, East or (by order) of any newsman. 1!

his contempt of the marble pavements, arched ceilThe voice of storms through all that region rang:

Our friend B. S. thinks that our perplexity about ings, and artificial canals of magnificent villas, comNear and more near

want of room, in connexion with the best possible - the voice of many storms! Whom hera'ding? Gaunt Death ! the Heralds sang." Arpinum. Cicero, indeed, appears at one time to pared with the tranquility and natural beauties of legibility, would be settled by leaving out the leads ;

that is, bringing the lines closer together. But close. It is not for me to enlarge on the picturesque have thought of the island, formed by the Fibrenus,

ness of lines is one of the very things complained of beauty and sublimity of such passages as these. I as the place most suitable for the monument which

by eyes which do not readily catch their commencehave done my part in bringing them before you he intended to raise to his beloved daughter Tullia. and your Readers. Lest I should make this com- The situation of this villa was close to the spot where The London Journal does not go upon the plan munication too long, I beg leave now to remain, now stands the city of Sora. “ The Liris," says mentioned by Bepro. Your sincere admirer, Eustace, " still bears its ancient name till it passes

H. A. in a very flattering manner, informs us of
And constant Reader,
Sora, when it is called the Garigliano. The Fibrenus,

a surprising piece of intelligence; to wit, that we do HARRIET DOWNING. still so called, falls into it a little below Sora, and

not edit our own paper ! 74, Charlotte street, Fitzroy square, continues to encircle the island in which Cicero lays

(“Garth did not write his own Dispensary.”) February 3rd.

the scene De Legibus. Arpinum, also, still retains
its name. Modern travellers bear ample testimony We can only say, that so far from being aware of the

to the scenery round Sora being such as fully justi- fact, we have been fancying ourselves writing every FINE ARTS,

fied the fond partiality of Cicero and the admiration week for the Journal, ever since it was set up, Gallery of Portraits. Charles Knight. of Atticus.” “ Nothing,” says Mr Kelsall, “can be im- Leading Articles, Weeks, Notes and Comments, &c. This part of the excellent · Portrait Gallery' con

agined finer than the surrounding landscape. The But perhaps we shall wake up from all this, and find tains Jeremy Taylor, Lavoisier, and Sydenham. deep azure of the sky, unvaried by a single cloud- we are somebody else. Taylor's portrait is nicely engraved, by Holl; it is a

Sora on a rock at the foot of the precipitous Appe- We should be glad to find ourselves side by side face of great power and benignity, befitting a liberal nines--both banks of the Garigliano covered with with A READER OF THE LONDON JOURNAL on the and sincere churchman. Lavoisier is rather chalky vineyards—the fragor aquarum alluded to by Atticus top of the coach he speaks of. in the engraving, indistinct, and a little rotten (as it

in the work De Legibus—the coolness, rapidity, and Our respects to Mr G. B., and he will have the is termed) in the work. There is a little of that

ultra-marine line of the Fibrenus—the noise of its goodness to look at the answer given this day to self-complacency of expression which we are so ready

cataracts—the rich turquoise colour of the Liris—the BEPPO. to accuse our continental neighbours of exhibiting, minor Appenines round Arpino, crowned with um- We will consider what is so kindly mentioned by but real benevolence and intellect. His fate was

brageous oaks to their very summits presenting ONE OF OUR WARMEST WILL-WISHERS. one of the worst and most gratuitous of the cruelties

scenery hardly to be equalled, certainly not to be sur- We should be glad to insert the account of the into which the revolutionists of France were hurried passed, even in Italy. The spot where Cicero's villa Village Priest,' sent us by PHILANTHROPOS, but fear by oppression and ignorance. Sydenham's portrait stood, was, in the time of Middleton, possessed by a that some points of it might be thought unsuited to is not one of Scriven's happiest works; it is forcible,

convent of monks, and was called the villa of St our unpolitical and uncontroversial paper. and the expression is good ; but the execution is Dominic. It was built in the year 1030, from the There is genuine poetical feeling in the Vision' black and heavy, an unusual fault in the engraver's fragments of the Arpine villa !

of One of our Readers; but it would generally performances. The features of this great physician

be looked upon as somewhat obscure ; and we could are eminently characteristic of the goodness and

“Art, Glory, Freedom, fail_but Nature still is fair.”

wish that the author would take a more hopeful subgeniality of his nature. Cicero always considered the citizens of Arpinum as

ject. His letter respecting the Indicator' and Comunder his particular protection and patronage; and

panion,' shall be forwarded to the publisher. it is pleasant to find, that its modern inhabitants still TABLE TALK. testify, in various ways, due veneration for their

We must try (modesty apart) if we cannot insert illustrious townsman. Their theatre is called the

some passages from the letter of our cordial friend The intimate society of the Hotel de Breteuil was

W. H. Meantime will he oblige us by stating what Teatro Tulliano, of which a drop scene is painted composed at most of twenty habitués, for whom with a bust of the orator; and even now, workmen

was the exact amount, or style, of the repulse' he plates were daily laid out for supper, according to are employed in building a new

speaks of? for we cannot but think he misconceived it.

town hall, with the custom of the times and the hospitality of this niches, destined to receive statues of Marias and

Latin versions so long as those sent by · JUVENIS' opulent and generous house. To give you a brief Cicero.-Dunlop's History of Roman Literature.

would be complained of in a publication addressed to idea of it, it is sufficient to tell you that my uncle

the Many. REASON WHY CATS ARE FOND OF CHILDREN'S CRADLES. and aunt had, in Paris only, forty-four domestics.

We do not remember having seen any Valentine Monsieur Fontenelle came there to supper regularly A cat, which had been long remarked as one of the signed E. on Thursdays. He was then forty-five years of age, wildest of those which frequented a barn on the A.'s versions from Anacreon do him credit, but but one would never have supposed him to be more borders of a wood in Ayrshire—so wild indeed as to be there are so many others of a like merit and elegance than thirty-six. He was a pretty handsome man, seldom seen-was several times during a sharp frost before the public, that their insertion would subject us five feet eight inches high, with an intelligent look. observed, with no little surprise, to pass and repass to the remonstrance alluded to in our answer to His countenance was open and eminently cheerful. into the adjacent farm-house, which it had not for Juvenis. He was the best formed man imaginable ; and, though some years been known either to enter or approach.

Numerous poetical contributions must take our he had acquired the habit of walking bent, all his It might have been inferred that it was compelled

good will for our deed. motions were graceful and easy; in a word, his per- by hunger, had not this been the best season for PRIMROSE shall be noticed, and we hope to his sonal appearance was particularly courtly and elegant. catching birds; but, in one of its stealthy visits, it satisfaction, in a week or two. I assure you that Fontenelle was benevolence and was very snugly coiled up beside a baby in the cradle,

Dacian writes in the style of one whom we are charity exemplified; he gave yearly a quarter of his to the no small horror of the mother, who imagined, extremely desirous to agree with. We do not ap, income to the curate of his parish for the poor, and in accordance with the popular prejudice, that it I never heard lim accused of egotism or insensibility. had come to suck away the baby's breath. All we

prehend he will have much reason to be dissatisfied He related before me that ridiculous story of the could say to pursuade her of the impossibility of the

All the parties concerned think as he does, asparagus with oil, but he named it as having hap- cat doing this was of no avail, and orders were im

with regard to the spirit of the matter. pened to a doctor of Sorbonne, and it was forty or mediately given to every servant on the farm to kill fifty years afterwards, when Voltaire had the treachery the poor cat wherever she could be found; her cau

LONDON: Published by H. HOOPER, Pall Mall East, and to produce it again, as if Fontenelle had been its tion and agility, however, were long successful in

supplied to Country Agents by C. Knight, Ludgate-street. hero. " How can they accuse you of wanting sensie saving her, and though the persecution she thus

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though it is a very fitting accompaniment. The the reader complains of “weak eyes,” or says that it SUNDAY IN LONDON,

dullest street, the dullest room upon earth, is suf- is unaccountable how sleepy reading makes him, con{The Editor having been busy with a new poem ficient, and becomes a spot radiant beyond the dreams sidering he is so " fond” of it; bibs are pulled up which he is about to publish, intitled “Captain Sword

of princes. Think of George the Fourth in the about the gentleman's chin, and gowns admired by and Captain Pen,' takes the liberty of substituting midst of all the splendour of Windsor Castle, and their fair wearers; and the patients lounge towards for his usual leading article the following remarks under the above title, which he wrote some time ago youth, and her love, looking in the eyes of the man then of this poor maid-servant, with her health, her the window, to wonder whether it is fine, or is clear.

ing up, or to look at the rain-drops, or see what Mrs for the Weekly True Sun,' and which the proprie

she is fond of, and hardly able to speak for gratitude Smith is doing over the way. The young gentlemen tors of that paper (with the liberality that characte

and joy. We grant that there is no comparison, in or ladies look at the Bible, or the calendar, or the rises them in all their dealings) have kindly permitted

one sense, between the two individuals, the poor old army-list, or the last magazine, or their trinkets, him to reprint. They appeared when the newspaper

King, with his efforts at being fine and happy, and and wonder whether Richard will come ; and the in question was young, and had nothing of its pre

the poor young girl, with her black worsted stockings little children are told not to sing. sent sale; so that they will be new to by far the

and leaping bosom, as happy as her beart can make But the lovers! greater part of our readers. The rest will have the

her. But the contrast may serve to remind us that These, however, we shall keep till the last, agreekindness to put up with the repetition for the sake of

we may attribute happiness wrongly in fine places, ably to the demands of climax. their old acquaintance, the author. ]

and miss it erroneously in common ones. Windsor But, stay a moment. It is astonishing what a deal of good stuff, of some Castle is sufficient beauty to itself, and has poetical So tender, or rather, according to Mr Bentham's sort or another, inherent or associated, there is in memories ; but in the commonest street we see there philosophy, so “extra-regarding prudent,” and so every possible thing that can be talked of; and how may be the richest real joy.

“ felicity-maximising,” is our heart, that we fear we it will look forth out of the dullest windows of com. Love is not peculiar to London on Sundays: they may have been thought a little hard, by those mon-place, if sympathy do but knock at the door. have it even in Edinburgh, notwithstanding what a whom we have described as uniting a sleepiness

There is that house for instance, this very Sunday, fair charmer in • Tait's Magazine' tells us, with such over their books with a profession of astonishment at No. 4 Ballycroft row, in the Smithy; did you ever a staid countenance, of the beatitudes of self-reflec- their tendency, considering they are so fond of see such a house, so dull, so drearily insipid, so very tion into which her countrymen retire on that day. books." But mistake us not, dear non-readers who rainy-bad-Sunday like? old, yet not so old as to be Otherwise, out of love alone, we might render our happen to be reading us, or who read a newspaper venerable ; poor, yet not enough so to be pitied; the dull-looking metropolitan Sabbath the brightest day though you read little else. Nothing would we ever bricks black; the place no thoroughfare; no chance in the week. And so it is, and in Edinburgh too, willingly say to the useless mortification of anybody, of a hackney-coach going by; the maid-servant has and all the Sabbath-day world over ; for though, much less of those who love anything whatsoever, just left the window, yawning. But now, see who is seriously speaking, we do not deny the existence of especially a newspaper; and all the fault we find turning the corner, and comes up the row. Some the tranquil and solitary contemplations just alluded with you is, for thinking it necessary to vindicate eminent man, perhaps ? Not he. He is eminent to, yet assuredly they are as nothing compared to the your reputation for sense and sympathy on one parfor nothing, except among five or six fellow-appren- thoughts connected with every-day matters; and ticular score, when you might do it to better advantices, for being the best hand among them at turning love, fortunately, is an every-day matter, as well as tage by regretting the want of the very fondness you a button. But look how he eyes, all the way, the money. Our Sunday streets look dull enough, lay claim to. For in claiming to be fond of books, house we have been speaking of—see how he bounds Heaven knows, especially in the more trading parts when you are not, you show yourselves unaware of up the steps—with what a face, now cast down the of the metropolis. At the west end of the town, in the self-knowledge which books help us to obtain ; area, and now raised to the upper windows, he gives Marylebone, and the squares, it looks no duller than whereas, if you boldly and candidly expressed your his humble yet impressive knock-and lo! now look it does on other days; and taking the spirit of the

regret at not being fond of them, you would show at the maid-servant's face, as she darts her head out thing, there is no real Sunday among the rich. that you had an understanding so far superior to of the window, and instantly draws it back again, ra. Their going to church is a lounge and a show; their the very want of books, and far greater than that of diant with delight. It is Tom Hicks, who has come meals are the same as at other times; their evenings the mechanical scholar, who knows the words in up from Birmingham a week befo,e she expected the same; there is no difference in the look of their them, and nothing else. You would show that you him. The door is opened almost as soon as the face houses outside. But in the city, the Strand, &c., knew what you wanted, and were aware of the pleais seen; and now is there love and joy in that house, the shutting-up of the shops gives an extreme aspect

sures that you missed: and perhaps it would turn and consequently a grace in the street, and it looks of duloess and melancholy to the streets. Those

out, on inquiry, that you had only been indifferent quite a different place, at least in the eyes of the windows, full of gaiety, and colour, and bustle, being to books in the gross, because you had not met with loving and the wise. shut, the eyes of the houses seem put out. The

the sort of reading suitable to your turn of mind. This is our secret for making the dullest street in clean clothes and comparatively staid demeanour of Now, we are not bound to like books unsuitable to the metropolis, nay the squalidest and worst, put forth the passengers make no amends for the loss ; for

us, any more than a poet is bound to like law-books, some flower of pleasantness (for the seeds of good with the exception of special friends and visitors, or a lawyer the study of Arabic, or a musician any find strange corners to grow in, could people but cu). lovers in particular, it is well understood in London books but his own feelings; nor is anyone, more tivate them): and if our secret is not productive to that Sunday is really a dull day to most people. than the musician, bound to like books at all, proeverybody, it is no fault of ours : nay, for that mat- They have outlived the opinions which gave it an vided he loves the things which books teach us to ter, it is none of theirs ; but we pity them, and have interest of a peculiar sort, and their notions of reli- love, and is for sowing harmony and advancement reason to think ourselves richer. We happened to gion haye become either too utilitarian or too cheer. around him, in tones of good-humour and encouragebe walking through some such forlorn-looking street ful to admire the old fashion of the day any longer. ment, to the kindly dance of our planet. with the late Mr Hazlitt, when we told him we had a Rest, with insipidity, is its character in the morning, One of the pleasantest sights on a Sunday morncharm against the melancholy of such places; and on newspaper reading excepted : church is reckoned dull, ing in the metropolis—to us, of course, particularly his asking what it was, and being informed, he ac- perhaps attended out of mere habit “and for the sake

so—but justly also to all well-disposed and thinking knowledged, with a look between pleasure and sor- of example,” or avoided from day to day, till non- Christians—is the numerous shops exhibiting weekly row, that it was a true one. The secret came home attendance becomes another habit: dinner under

papers for sale—the placards of our hebdomadal to him ; but he could have understood, though he any circumstances is looked to with eagerness as the brethren, blue, yellow, and white, vociferous with had not felt it. Fancy two lovers, living in the same great relief; the day then brightens up with the large types, and calling the passenger's attention to street, either of whom thinks it a delight to exist in help of an extra dish, pudding, or friend; and the Parliamentary investigations, monstrous convictions, the same spot, and is happy for the morning if one visits of friends help to make the evening as lively as horrible murders, noble philanthropies, and the hulook is given through the window.pane. It puts it well can be without the charm of business and manities of books, theatres, and the fine arts. Justly your thoughts in possession of the highest and money-taking. Should there be no visitors, the case did the divine heart, who suffered his disciples to most celestial pleasure on earth. No " milk-white is generally helpless. The man and wife yawn, or pluck the ears of corn, and would have the sheep thorn that scents the evening gale" is necessary to it, are quiet, or dispute ; a little bit of book is read, till extricated from the ditch on a Sabbath, refuse to From the Steam-Press of C. & W.REYNELL, Little Pulteney-street. 1

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