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and overlooking delicacy; and “ snow" expresses its same sort of affectation and pretence are banished by DUKE. What's her history? colour and season, but not the green with which it a greater knowledge of the world, or by their sueeess- Viola. A blank, my Lord, she never told her lore : is so exquisitely touched. It is curious that so cold- ful exposure on the stage; and, which, by neutral. She let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud looking, and yet flowery a flower, as delicate as if it ising the materials of comic character, both natural Prey on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, was bred in a hot-house, should come at a time, and artificial, leaves no comedy at all,—but the And with a green and yellow melancholy when a more glowing one would seem more wel. sentimental. Such is our modern comedy. There is She sat like patience on a monument

But there is a beauty in similarity, as well as a period in the progress of manners anterior to both Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? in contrast. these, in which the foibles and follies of individuals

We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Japan Quince (Cydonia Japonica ; more commonly are of nature's planting, not the growth of art or Our shews are more than will; for still we prove known as Pyrus Japoniea, or Japan Pear). Flowers study; in which they are, therefore, unconscious of Much in our vows, but little in our love. of a rich crimson. then themselves, or care not who knows them, if

Dexe. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Japan Allspice (Chimonanthus fragrans, Sweet- they can but have their whim out; and in which,

Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's smelling Winter-flower). Yellow and red flowers, as there is no attempt at imposition, the spectators

house, variegated.

rather receive pleasure from humouring the inclinaChina Roses (Rosa Indica, the Indian Rose'; and tions of the persons they laugh at, than wish to give

And all the brothers too ;- and yet I know not." Rosa Semperflorens, Ever-flowering Rose).

them pain by exposing their absurdity. This may Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his The first pink, tfre second erimson. Of both tliese

be called the comedy of nature, and it is the own poetry. species there are roses called monthly; and they comedy which we generally find in Shakspeare. appear accordingly in the monthly lists; but in Whether the analysis here given be just or not, the

“ Oh it came o'er the ear like the sweet south

That breaths upon a bank of violets, point of fact, is it true that the monthly roses flourish spirit of his comedies is evidently quite distinct from that of the authors above-mentioned, as it

Stealing and giving odour.” all the year round in the open air ?- It is a charm

is in its essence the same with that of Cervantes, ing sight to see China Roses covering the front of a

What we so much animire bere, is not the image of cottage in winter-time. It looks as if we need have and also very frequently of Moliere, though he was

Patience on a monument, which has been generally no winter, if we chuse, as far as flowers are con

more systemstic in his extravagance than Shakspeare. quoted, but the lines before and after it. cerned ; and, in fact, as the reader may see by the

Shakspeare's comedy is of a pastoral and poetical give a very echo to the seat where love is throned.” above list, it is possible to have both a beautiful

Folly is indigenous to the soil, and shoots out

How long ago it is since we first learned to repeat and fragrant garden in January, especially if the with native, happy, and unchecked luxuriance.

them--and still, still they vibrate on the heart, like flowers are cultivated in good lumps of each, and not Absurdity has every eneouragement afforded it; and

the sounds which the passing wind draws from the sparingly. There is a story in Boccaccio, of a maginonsense has room to flourish in. Nothing is stunted

trembling strings of a harp left on soune desert shore! cian who conjured up a garden in winter-time. His by the churlish, icy hand of indifference or severity.

There are other passages of not less impassioned magic consisted in his having a knowledge beyond his The poet runs riot in a conceit, and idolizes a quibble.

Such is Olivia's address to Sebastian, His whole object is to turn the meanest or rudest time; and magic pleasures, so to speak, await on all

whom she supposes to have already deceived her in a

The relislı which who chuse to exereise knowledge after his fashion, objects to a pleasurable account.

promise of marriage :and to realize what the progress of information and he has of a pun, or of the quaint humour of a low character, does not interfere with the delight with

“ Blame not this haste of mine: if you mean well good taste may suggest. which he describes a beautiful image, or the most

Now go with me, and with this holy man, Even a garden six feet wide is better than none. refined love. The clown's forced jests do not spoil

Into the chantry by: there before him, Let the possessor show his “magic ” by making the the sweetness of the charaeter of Viola ; the same

And underneath that consecrated roof most of it, and filling it with colour. house is big enough to hold Malvolio, the Countess,

Plight me the full assurance of your faith, Maria, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. For

That my most jealous and too doubtful soul instance, nothing can fall much lower than this last

May lite at peace." CHARACTERS OF SHAKSPEARE'S eharacter in intellect or morals; yet how are his We have already said something of Shakspeare's PLAYS. weaknesses nursed and dandled by Sir Toby into some


One of the most beautiful of them occurs in BY WILLIAM HAZLITT.

thing “higla fantastieal,” when, on Sir Andrew's com- this play, with a preface of his own to it.

mendation ofhimself for dancing and fencing, Sir Toby (REPUBLISHED, by leave of the proprietors, from the answers—“ Wlierefore are these things hid ? Where.

“ DUKE. O, fellow, come; the song we had last night. second edition of the work so intitled; and so to be fore have these gifts a curtain before them? Are they

Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain. continued in the London JOURNAL, till complete. like to take dust like mistress Moll's picture? Why

The spinsters, and the knitters in the sun, The present criticism does not stand first in the list; dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and come

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, but has been selected, on account of fitness for the home in a coranto? My very walk should be a jig!

Do use to chaunt it: it is silly, 'sooth,
What dost thou mean? Is this a world to hide

And dallies with the innocence of love
virtues in? I did think by the excellent constitution

Like the old age. of thy leg, it was framed under the star of a galliard!" This is justly considered as one of the most de. How Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and the Clown afterwards

Come away, come away death, lightful of Shakspeare's comedies. It is full of chirp over their cups, how they “rouse the night-owl

And in sad cypress let me be laid; sweetness and pleasantry. It is, perhaps, too good- in a catch, able to draw three souls out of one

Fly away, fly away, breath ; natured for comedy. It has little satire, and no weaver? What can be better than Sir Toby's un

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. spleen. It aims at the ludicrous rather than the answerable answer to Malvolio, " Dost thou think be

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, ridiculous. It makes us laugh at the follies of man- cause thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes

O prepare it! kind, not despise them, and still less bear an ill- and ale ?" In a word, the best turn is given to every

My part of death no one so true will towards them. Shakspeare's comic genius re- thing, instead of the worst. There is a constant

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet sembles the bee rather in its power of extracting confusion of the romantie and enthusiastic, in prosweets from weeds or poisons, than in leaving a sting portion as the claracters are natural and sincere;

On my black coffin let there be strewn ; behind it. He gives the most amusing exaggeration whereas, in the more artificial state of comedy, every

Not a friend, not a friend greet of the prevailing foibles of his characters, but in a thing gives way to ridicule and indifference, there

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown :

A thousand thousand sighs to save, way that they themselves, instead of being offended being nothing left but affectation on one side, and at, would almost join in to humour; he rather con- incredulity on the other. Much as we like Shak.

Lay me, O! where

Sad true love never find my grave, trives opportunities for them to show themselves off speare's comedies, we cannot agree with Dr Johnson in the happiest lights, than renders them contemptible that they are better than his tragedies ; nor do we

To weep there.” in the perverse construction of the wit or malice of like them half so well. If his inclination to comedy Who after this will say that Slrakspeare's genius others. There is a certain stage of society in which sometimes led him to trifle with the seriousness of was only fitted for comedy? Yet, after reading people become conscious of their peculiarities and tragedy, the poetical and impassioned passages are other parts of this play, and particularly the gardenabsurdities, affect to disguise what they are, and set the best parts of his comedies. The great and scene, where Malvolio picks up the letter, if we were up pretensions to what they are not. This gives secret charm of Twelfth Night is the character to say that his genius for comedy was less than his rise to a corresponding style of comedy, the object of of Viola. Much as we like catches and cakes genius for tragedy, it would perhaps only prove that which is to detect the disguises of self-love, and to and ale, there is something that we like better. We our own taste in such matters is more saturnine make reprisals on these preposterous assumptions of have a friendship for Sir Toby; we patronise Sir than mercurial. vanity, by marking the contrast between the real and Andrew ; we have an understanding with the Clown, a

Enter MARIA. the affected character as severely as possible, and sneaking kindness for Maria and her rogueries ; we Sir Toby. Here comes the little villain :- How denying to those, who would impose on us what they feel a regard for Malvolio, and sympathise with his now, my nettle of India ? are not, eren the merit which they liave. This is gravity, his smiles, his cross garters, his yellow stock- Maria. Get ye all three into the box-tree : the comedy of artificial life, of wit and satire, such as ings and imprisonment in the stocks. But there is Malvolio is coming down this walk : he has been we see it in Congreve, Wycherley, Vanbrugh, &c. something that excites in us a stronger feeling than yonder i' the sun, practising behaviour to his own To this succeeds a state of society from which the all this —it is Viola's confession of her lore.

shadow this half hour; observe him, for the love of

NO. I.






mockery ! for I know this letter will make a con

THE AMERICAN LOCOST. templative idiot of lvim. Close, in the name of jesting! Lie thou there; for here comes the trout [Query-Is not this animal the same as the Cigala

Whole ages fled from Homer's lyre, that must be caught with tickling. of the South of Europe,- Anacreon's Grasshopper,

Till Virgil wak'd the epic wire : -the Cicada of the Latins?_ED.]

The Italian 'Three with breath of fire [ They hide themselves. Maria thro

down a
letter and exit.)
Mr Editor,— America offers few objects of greater

Emerg'd—then plung'd in night : curiosity for the entomologist than the inseet com

Last, Milton, from the angelic choir,

Snatch'd his bold trump of might.
monly called “the locust." This insect makes its ap-
MALFOLIO. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune.
Maria once told me, she did affect me; and I have

pearance only once in seventeen years. The inhabitants

of the middle States look for it, in its regular periods, heard herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, of emerging, as naturally as they expect the vicissi

Hail, little warbler! once again, it should be one of my complexion. Besides she

That with a childhood-waking strain, tudes of the seasons. Some assert that it is always uses me with a more exalted respect than any one

Singest a song of joy and pain, seen, for the first time, on the 25th of May. I canelse that follows her. What should I think on't ?

Lugubrious and glad, not vouch for the truth of this observation, since, Sur Toby. Here's an overweening rogue !

Evoking memories to the brain, having witnessed the occurrence but twice, I was so Fabian. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

So pleasing, yet so sad! very young on the first occasion as to remember turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced little about it. It was not, however, until the 25th plumes ! of May 1833, that I had an opportunity of seeing it

With youth these cheeks were crimson red, SiR ANDREW. 'Slight! I could so beat the rogue. for the second time in my life. Going into the

Soft auburn locks adorn'd this head, Sir Toby. Peace, I say.

fields, on that day, I obseived the ground everywhere MALVOLIO. To be Court Malvolio ;

These eyes from Heaven's bright stars were fed, perforated with inuumerable little holes, near some

When first I beard thy throat ;* ! Sir Toby. Al, rogue ! of which were lying the shells of locusts which had

And manhood's shell I almost shed, Sir Andrew. Pistol him, pistol him. emerged during the night ; other shells were hanging,

Once mare to hear its note. Sir Toby. Peace, peace !

attached by sharp pointed claws, to the leaves of the Malvolio. There is example for't ; the lady of surrounding bushes upon which the insects had the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe. crawled previously to coming, forth. These shells

But, ah! those sounds the truth recall Sir ANDREW, Fie on him, Jezebel !

(about the size of a large hornet) are of a semitrans- With every wild, each mournful fall ! Fabian. O, peace ! now he's deeply in; look, parent yellow, very thin, and so nicely adapted to Now, childhood's joys are vanish'd all, how imagination blows him. the forms they enclose as to exhibit the develop

Those bright eyes dimm'd with eare Valvolio. Having been three months married ment of the minutest fibre. The aperture through

And darken'd almost to a pall, to her, sitting in my chair of state,– which the insect emerges (a straight slit in the back)

That soft and auburn hair, Sur Toky. O for a stone bow, to hit him in the extends about half the distance between the neck and eye.

the extremity of the tail. Its first colour is white; MALVOLIO. Calling my officers about me in my and, when about half protruded, it remains attached

Thou sang'st my infant lullaby! branched velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, to the shell, until the action of the air in drying and

Perchance, when next thou sing'st to me, where I have left Olivia sleeping. strengthening its wings (which in that state resemble

These locks may scantier, whiter be! SIR TOBY. Fire and brimstone!

Perchange, that dismal stave slim pieces of thin wet paper) enables it in a short FABIAN. O, peace, peace ! time to burst away. The rising suu soon gives it

May be the only elegy DIalvolio. And then to have the humour of strength to fly to the nearest tree, where it perches

To mourn my early grave!

VESPUCIUS. state : and after a demure travel of regard, telling and makes a long, monotonous noise, produced by them, I know my place, as I would they should the vibration of a little membrane under each of its * The little membrane, by means of which the insect prodo theirs, to ask for my kinsman Toby.


Some of them (but it is not known, with duces a sound, is situated very near what we may suppose Sir Tox. Bolts and shackles !

certainty, whether the male or female) are destitute to be its throat. FABLAN. 0, peace, peace, peace ! now, now. of this harmonious organ, and doomed to remain in

Malvolio. Seven of my people, with an obedient total silence. Reasoning from analogy, however, start, make out for him. I frown the while; and, I should hardly suppose this to be the female locust.

FINE ARTS. perchance, wind up my watch, or play with some Neither is it ascertained with certainty whether it Gallery of Portraits. No. XXXII. Charles Knight. rich jewel. Toby approaches; curtsies there to me. ever partakes of any other food than that which may The new number of the • Portrait Gallery,' contains Sir Toby. Shall this fellow live?

be afforded by the air. It carries under its body a FABIAN. Though our silence be drawn from us

portraits of Des Cartes, Spenser, and Hugo Grotius. sharp pointed instrument, the extremity of which with eares, yet peace !

Grotius looks a proper Dutchman; but with more vivaresembles the point of a spear, by means of which it city in his face than we are apt to allow the composed Malvolio. I extend my hand to him thus, perforates the bark of fruit trees to deposit its eggs.

Hollander. What a singular fate, was liis, after an quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard Its wings are transparent like those of the wasp,

eventful life, to fall a victim to an impudent attempt of controul. although much larger and more fibrous. There is a

of Christine of Sweden to keep him in her service, Sir Toby. And does not Toby take you a blow vulgar superstition tkat, if the letter Pis visible upon o'the lips tben ?

nolens volens ; even sending for him back when he the wing, the country will enjoy peace until its next Malvolio. Saying-Cousin Toby, my fortunes

had got away without a passport. It was characterreturn, but that the letter W is portentous of war.

istic of the wilfulness and recklessness which she have cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative The wings of all that I observed, this year, were in. of speech ;

afterwards so audaciously exhibited. The portrait scribed very distinctly with a W.

The longest of Des Cartes is clearly and vigorously engraved ; Sir Toby. What, what?

period of its existence is said to be only forty days. though the shadows are perhaps a little opaque, Malvolio. You must amend your drunkenness. The swarms are so numerous that millions of them

The hair is excellent ; it comes very near to oil Fallax. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of are every where to be seen, every tree is covered with

The countenance is a singular one;

painting our plot.

them, and the whole country is vocal with their long. there is a striking expression of thoughtful abstracMalvolio. Besides you waste the treasure of sounding, monotonous clamour.

tion about the eyes-he seems to be “looking at your time with a foolish knight

If, sir, you may think that the following verses, writ- nothing," as the saying is—and of bland good-nature Sır AXDREW. That's me, I warrant you. ten shortly before leaving my native country, and ad.

about the mouth, which accords with the character MALCOLIO. One Sir Andrew

dressed to one of these little insects, are not unworthy which he bore, of an industrious thinker, and a good Ste Andrew. I knew 'twas I; for many do call of insertion in your journal, they are perfectly at

and amiable man. The portrait of Spenser is a me fool

fine specimen of chalk engraving : the eyes-- the eyeMalvejo. What employment have we here?

brows, the flesh, blending in the hair,--the ear, [ Taking up the letter."

and its tender shadows,—the laced ruft,--are instances The letter and his comments on it are equally

Sweet little visitor, all hail !

of exquisite delicacy and finish ; while the excellent good. If poor Valvolio's treatinent afterwards is a

keeping preserved throughout the whole, the justness

Whether thy notes with mournful wail little hard, poetical justice is done in the uneasiness

of the tone of the lights and shades, and the beauty of

Or fraught with gladness, load the gale, which Olivia suffers, on account of her mistaken

Still art thou welcome, here:

the expression, leave nothing wanting in point of attachment to Cesario, as her insensibility to the

force and effect. The commonly received portrait

Thou might'st the nuptial couch regale, violence of the Duke's passion is atoned for by the

Or solemnize the bier.

of Spenser is from a picture in Pembroke Hall, discovery of Viola's concealed love of him.

Cambridge; between that and tlre present one there

is no point of resemblance ; they represent two dif. The tuneful age is rare with thee,

ferent individuals. There is, we believe, no positive Emblem of human minstrelsy!

proof of the authenticity of either. The one before Curious Fact.- Few of the Latin authors were The age of song we seldom see

us, however, is evidently an actual portrait of some Romans by birth. The only men of which the

E'en amid Reason's sons :

one at least ; the other bears no obvious traces of eapitol can boast, are those of Lucretius, Cæsar, and

'Twixt bards there's many a century

having been taken from any living original; it has Varro.-Dunlop's Roman Literature.

That intervening runs.

nothing in itself to disprove its being an invention.

your service.





Both are, therefore, traditional, but internal evidence was fit, though few. His exquisite humour, his

TO CORRESPONDENTS. is in favour of the Kinnoull picture. The face, refined and subtle thought, his admirable critical too, is better suited to the poet. The Cambridge powers the fancy, the feeling, the wit that give a

We are very sensible of the good-will and approbapicture is more ideal, and perhaps more accordant character to his essays quite unique

tion of the Manchester Times.' with our general notions of the head of a poet, as to a

"All were but ministers of love,

A press of matter connected with the time of the certain picturesque bearing; but this other exhibits

And fed his sacred flame;'

year has delayed our extracts from Mr Simpson's more refinement of feeling, more suffering, suitable

valuable book, but we shall resume them in our next. to the gentle Spenser, the friend of Sidney, the in- that love which embraces humanity- the sympathy

It is our intention to resume the subject mentioned ventor and painter of that lovely world of Faery, the that encircles the whole family of life. Mr Lamb by our kind friend Europos of Hereford. We hope man who struggled with calamity, and died in

was, we believe, in his sixty-first year. He has left also he will see his other wishes attended to in some poverty and despair. In the Earl of Tyrone's a memory to which years will but add grace and shape or other, as occasion arises. He is right rerebellion, in 1598, he was plundered and de- lustre."

specting the channel of communication. prived of his estate. No direct authentic

Mr Lamb was a humanist, in the most universal We will consider the subject mentioned to us by account of the circumstances attending this

sense of the term. His imagination was not great, H. W. H. calamity has come down to us; but among the

and he also wanted sufficient vigour of impulse to We read with great pleasure the letter of our heads of a conversation between Ben Jonson and render his poetry as good as his prose; but, as a

friend T. R., and shall pay our best attention to his Drummond, at Hawthornden, given in the works of the latter, Jonson, after saying that neither prose-writer, and within the wide circuit of humanity, communication, of which we can here only acknow.

no man ever took a more complete range than he. ledge the receipt. Spenser's stanzas pleased him nor his matter, is He had felt, thought, and suffered so much, that he

Perhaps ELLEN will favour us with some further stated to have given the following appalling descrip- literally had intolerance for nothing, and never

account of the author in question, that we may be tion of his misfortune: 6. That his goods were seemed to have it, but when he supposed the sympa

able to say more of him if necessary. robbed by the Irish, and his house and a little child thies of men, who might have known better, to be

Thanks for the approbation and advice of CHRISburnt; he and his wife escaped, and after died for

TOPHER EASEL. want of bread in King street, Westminster.” Jon. imperfect. He was a wit and an observer of the first order, as far as the world around him was con

We entertain no contempt for any form of verse, son, however, adds a circumstance, the strangeness cerned, and society in its existing state ; for as to

in which clever men can convey their feelings; but of which throws suspicion over the former part of anything theoretical or transcendental, no man ever

the particular one selected by T. T. Jun. would the story: “ He refused twenty pieces sent him by had less care for it, or less power. To take him out

give rise to the necessity of rejecting many of a like my Lord Essex, and said he was sure he had no

of habit and convention, however tolerant he was to sort; and we foresee, from our press of matter, time to spend them.” But whether these particue those who could speculate beyond them, was to put especially that portion of it connected with our lars be true or not, it is certain that he died in Lon

him into an exhausted receiver, or to send him older poetry, that we shall be compelled to admit don, ruined, and a victim to despair, according to

naked, shivering, and driven to shatters, through the fewer poetical contributions than usual into the Camden, in 1598, but, according to Sir James Ware, regions of space and time. He was only at his ease

London Journal. Indeed, we are already under who wrote the · Preface to the View of the State

in the old arms of humanity; and she loved and the necessity of withholding many of those contriof Ireland,' in 1599. Sir James, after having comforted him like one of her wisest, though weakest

butions, for similar and other reasons lately mengiven a high character of his poetry, says, “ with children. His life had experienced great and peculiar tioned; otherwise we should have been much gratia fate peculiar to poets, Spenser lived in a con

sorrows; but he kept up a balance between those fied in showing our sense of the minds and hearts tinual struggle with poverty: he was driven away from and his consolations, by the goodness of his heart, of many of our Correspondents ; Iora for one, and his house and plundered by the rebels : soon after and the ever-willing sociality of his humour; though,

E. N. and W.D., whose letters were very acceptable. bis return in penury to England, he died. He

now and then, as if he would cram into one moment We cannot even say any more to the truly womanly was buried in Westminster Abbey near Chaucer, at the the spleen of years, he would throw out a startling

letter, dated Dublin, December 23, and containing expence of the Earl of Essex ; the poets of the time, and morbid subject for reflection, perhaps in no

lines on a deceased friend of the fair writer. who attended his funeral, tbrew verses into his

better shape than a pun; for he was a great pun. We will see if we cannot do what is desired by grave.” In order to account for the inaccuracy

ster. It was a levity that relieved the gravity of his Mr F. R., respecting the title-pages to the volumes of the dates on the monument, it is alleged that the

thoughts, and kept them from falling too heavily he speaks of, and let him know in our Notices to inscription had been defaced, perhaps by the puritans earthwards.

Correspondents a week or two hence. in revenge for the descriptions of the Blatant Beast; and that, on its renewal, the carver (the year of his

Mr Lamb was under the middle-size, and of fragile

E.'s communications from Croydon were received make; but with a head as fine as if it had been and duly relished, his letter not the least of them. birth being illegible) put ten at a venture, and nine.

carved on purpose.
He had a very weak stomach ;

He will understand why our acknowledgments are ty-six, instead of ninety-eight, or ninety-nine."

and three glasses of wine would put him in as lively not more specific. As to the “ astonishing bril( The · Musical Library,' and other musical subjects, a condition as can only be wrought in some men by liance," it was a license of announcement taken with next week.)

as many bottles; which subjected him, sometimes, to our own spirits, and the good-humour of the readers ; mistakes on the part of the inconsiderate.

but it is alarming to be reminded of it; and we

trust that E., and all other readers, will judge of His essays, especially those collected under the CHARLES LAMB. signature of Elia, will take their place among the

it by the impulse and not the performance. To the great regret of his friends, and the loss of the

daintiest productions of English wit-melancholy,Junius DELECTOR, alas ! does not know how much lovers of wit and fine writing, Mr Lamb has just an amiable melancholy being the ground-work of the time of a man of letters is taken up, nor what a died, suddenly. There was a brief but happy men

them, and serving to throw out their delicate flowers number of things must take place, besides what he tion of him in the • Times' of Monday, which we

of wit and character with the greater nicety. Nor thinks necessary,

will they be liked the less for a sprinkle of old lanregret to say we accidentally missed copying, and

Between the printing of a dreadful article, ma cannot, at this moment, recur to. The following guage, which was natural in him by reason of his And the first thought of it. cordial notice, from the True Sun,' is the only great love of the old English writers. Shakspeare In the rest we hope we may do something to gratify other we have seen up to this present writing, but himself might have read them, and Hamlet have

him. many others will have appeared by the time it is quoted them; for truly was our excellent friend of

The explanation promised to F. respecting Northe genuine line of Yorick; and we cannot help thumberland House was omitted last week by forpublished.

fancying the old skeleton, Death himself, looking getfulness; and on reflection we think it had bet“ It is with a feeling of the deepest pain and

“ Come, you see even I sorrow that we have to record the death of this kindly on him, and saying,

ter appear in the ensuing number of the Supplement friend and benefactor of humanity. Charles Lamb, have a right to your good word.”

itself; which shall also contain the corrections with the fine-minded and noble-hearted Elia, expired at

which he has favoured us. We thank him for the his house at Edmonton, on the morning of Saturday

spirit of his second letter. It will have rendered it last. His death was rather sudden, and we greatly Roman Politeness. --Messala was united to Teren- unnecessary for us to notice with regret something fear that it may have been hastened by an accident tia, who had been first married to Cicero, and which pained us in the first. which he met with a few days before. While

subsequently to Sallust, the historian. After the We must beg J. C. M. to wait till next week. taking his customary morning walk on the London death of Messala, she entered, in extreme old age, The communication of a Sox or LABOUR came too road, his foot slipped, and he fell—striking his face into a fourth marriage, with a Roman senator, who late, but we are obliged to him for his letter. The against some stones, so as to wound it severely. He used to say that he possessed the two greatest curio. alteration he proposes in the size of the JOURNAL was recovering, however, when we heard of him (on sities in Rome,-the widow of Cicero, and the chair in would not be accounted a judicious one by those who Christmas-day), and as full of jest and whim as which Julius Cæsar had been assassinated.--Dunlop's are conversant with such publications. Mr Lamb sustained a severe shock in the loss Roman Literature.

Aunt Selby, the first opportunity. Also LAURA of his, perhaps, oldest and dearest friend, Coleridge- True Breeding.Lord Chatham, who was almost as LATIMER, and the LadyE's Farewelle to the False to whom he so recently paid the last tribute of mor- remarkable for his manners as for his eloquence and Knyghte. tality-with whom he has so soon been re-united. public spirit, has defined good-breeding “ BenevoAll love and honour wait upon the memory of the lence in trifles, or the preference of others to ourselves LONDON: Published by H. HOOPER, Pall Mall East, and nos! No man was ever more loved and ho- in the little daily occurrences of life." - Sharp's Letters supplied to Country Agents by C. KNICHT, Ludgate-street. in life than Charles Lamb; his audience and Essays.

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WEDNESDAY, Jan. 14, 1835.

No. 42.




Hugh Rebeck in the play, when he is asked why music our hands, ears, and souls to their just ac

is said to have a “silver sound,"_“Because musicians Henry The Fourth expressed a patriotic hope to

count, nor reap half the benefit we might from the sound for silver.” But if he knew what music really see the time arrive when every man in France should

very air that sounds it. was, he would not care twopence for the show and have “ a fowl boiling in his pot.” The anathemas of an

flare of the thing, any more than he would to have a A Piano-forte is a most agreeable object. It is a able political writer against music-playing in farmers'

nightingale painted like a parrot. You may have an piece of furniture with a soul in it, ready to waken houses (very just if his calculation of the effect of it

Æolian harp in your window that shall cost twenty at a touch, and charm us with invisible beauty. were the only one) do not hinder us from expressing guineas—you may have another that shall cost little Open or shut, it is pleasant to look at ; but open, it a hope, that the time may arrive, when every family

more than as many pence.

Will the winds visit the looks best, smiling at us with its ivory, like the that can earn its subsistence, shall have its Piano-forte.

poor one with less love? or the true ear hear it with mouth of a sweet singer. The keys of a Piano-forte Not to make them “fine and fashionable,” or con

the less rapture? One of the obstacles in the way are, of themselves, an agreeable spectacle,-an temptuous of any right thinking; but to help them

of a general love of music, in this country, is the elegance not sufficiently prized for their aspect, beto the pleasures of true refinement, to reward them

dearness of it, both print and instrument; and this cause they are so common; but well worth regarding for right thinking and right doing, and make them

is another effect of the mistakes of wealth. The rich, even in that respect. The colour of the white keys feel how compatible are the homeliest of their duties

is not a cold white, or even when at their whitest there with an elegant recreation. Just as the fields and having monopolized music, have made it costly; and

the mistaken spirit of trade encourages the delusion, is something of a warmth in the idea of ivory. The homesteads around them are powdered with daisies instead of throwing open the source of comfort to black furnish sort of Mosaic, and all are smooth and and roses, and the very cabbages in their gardens

greater numbers. A costly Piano-forte makes a very easy to the touch. It is one of the advantages of can glitter with sunny dew-drops, to those that

fine, and, it must be owned, a very pleasing show in this instrument to the learner, that there is no disbave eyes beyond their common use.

a room, if made in good taste; but scarcely a bit of cord to go through in getting at a tone. The tone In Germany they have Piano-fortes in inns and

the fineness is necessary to it.

A Piano-forte is a is ready made. The finger touches the key, and cottages ; 'why should they not have them in harp in a box; and the box might be made of any there is music at once. Another and greater advanEngland ? The only true answer is, because we decent materials, and the harp strung for a compara- tage is, that it contains a whole concert in itself, for sea-faring and commercial Saxons, by very reason tive nothing to what it is now. If we took a lesson you may play with all your fingers, and then every of our wealth, and of the unequal advance of know- from our cousins in Saxony and Bavaria, the demand finger performs the part of a separate instrument. ledge in comparison with it, have missed the wiser for cheap Piano-fortes would soon bring down the price; True, it will not compare with a real concert,-_with conclusions, in this respect, of our continental breth- and instead of quarrelling over their troubles, or mud- the rising winds of an orchestra ; but in no single inren, and been accustomed to the vulgar mistake of dling them with beer and opium, and rendering them- strument, except the organ, can you have such a comidentifying all refinement with riches, and, conse- selves alike unfit for patience or action, the poor would bination of sounds; and the organ itself cannot do quently, all the right of being refined with the

get up” some music in their villages, and pursue for you what the Piano-forte does. You can neither attainment of them. We fancy that nobody can their duties, or their claims, with a calmness bene- get it so cheap, nor will it condescend to play everyor will be industrious and condescend to a homely ficial to everybody.

thing for you as the other does. It is a lion which duty, who has a taste for an elegance; and, so We are aware of the political question that might has “no skill in dandling the kid.", It is Jupiter, unfancying, we bring up the nation, at their peril, to

be put to us at these points of our speculation; but able to put off his deity when he visits you. The have the same opinion, and thus the error is main

we hold it to be answered by the real nature of the Piano-forte is not incapable of the grandest music, tained, and all classes suffer for it; the rich, be

case, and, in fact, to have nothing whatever to do with and it performs the light and neat to admiration, and cause it renders them but half sensible of the real

it. We are an unmusical people at present (unless does not omit even the tender. You may accompany enjoyment of their accomplishments, and makes the climate have to do with it), simply because of with it, almost equally well, the social graces of them objects of jealousy to the poor; and the poor, what has been stated, and not for any reason con- Mozart, and the pathos of Winter and Paesiello; because it forces 'them to work out, with double

nected with questions of greater or less freedom. The and, as to a certain miniature brilliance of taste and pain, that progression towards a better state of

most musical nations Greece, Italy, and Germany- execution, it has given rise to a music of its own, things, the steps of which would be healed

have alike been free or enslaved, according as other in the hands of Clementi and others. All those and elevated by such balmy accompaniments. In

circumstances happened ; not as music was more or delicate ivory keys which repose in such evenness England, it is taken for an affectation, or some worse

less regarded; with this difference, that the more and quiet, wait only the touch of the master's sign, if people show an inclinataon to accomplish- diffused the music, the more happy the peace, or the fingers to become a dancing and singing multiments not usually found within their sphere. But

more “ deliberate " the “ valour."

The greatest tude, 'and, out of apparent confusion, make the whole evil consists in the accomplishments not

among the most active as well as most contemplative accordant loveliness. How pleasant to the unbeing there already, and constituting part of their

of mankind have been lovers of music, often per- initiated to see him lay his hand upon them, as if habits ; for in Germany the circumstance is regarded formers of it, and have generally united, in conse- in mere indifference, or at random ; and as he dimwith no such ill-will; nor do the male or female

quence, both action and contemplation. Epaminon- ples the instrument with touches wide and numerous performers who can play on the Piano-forte, or sing to

das was a flute-player; so was Frederick the Second; as rain-drops on a summer-sea, play upon the ear the it (and there are millions of such) fancy they have and Luther and Milton were organists.

most regular harmonies, and give us, in a twinkling, the less duties to perform, or that they are intitled a

In connexion with music, then, let us hear nothing elaborations, which it would take us years to pick out. bit the more to disrespect those duties. On the con

about politics, either way. It is one of God's goods We forget that he has gone through the same labour, trary, they just know so much the better what is

which we ought to be desirous to see cultivated and think only of the beautiful and mysterious result. good both in the duty and the recreation ; for no true

among us, next after corn, and honesty, and books. He must have a taste, to be sure, which no labour thing can co-exist falsely with another that is true;

The human hand was made to play it, the ear to hear can gift him with, and of this we have a due sense. each reflects light and comfort on each. To have it, the soul to think it something heavenly ; and if

We wish we had a book by us, written a few years one set of feelings harmonized and put in good key, we do not avail ourselves of it accordingly, we turn back, intitled 'A Ramble among the Musicians is to enable us to turn others to their best account;

in Germany,' in order that we might quote a

Anon they move and he or she who could go from their music to their

passage from it about the extempore playing of

In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood duties in a frame of mind the worse for it, would

Hummel, the celebrated master who was lately in only be the victim of a false opinion, eradicable, and

To height of noblest temper heroes old

this county; but, if we are not mistaken, it is the not of a natural feeling improveable. But false re- Arming to battle ; and, instead of rage,

hand of the same writer which, in so good a style, finements are first set up, and then made judges

Deliberate valour breath's, firm and unmov'd, between sport and scholarship, plays its musical of true ones. A foolish rich man, who can have

With dread of death to flight or foul retreat:

criticisms every week in the . Atlas ;' for they are the concerts in his house, identifies his music, not

Nor wanting power to mitigate and 'swage

next thing to an instrument themselves; and we

With solemn touches troubled thought, and chase with anything that he really feels or knows about it,

Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain,

recommend our readers to get a sight of that paper but with bis power to afford it. He is of opinion with From mortal or immortal minds."-Paradise Lost. as often as they can, in order to cultivate the taste From the Steam-Press of C. & W. REYNELL, Little Pulteney-street]

Of flutes and soft recorders: such as rais'd

of which England at present seems to be so promis. they suffer their natural discernment to be warped by a pleasant mixture of tenderness and archness ingly ambitious. By the way, we know not whether niceties "more nice than wise," and to encourage

throughout ! the Italians use the word in the same sense at prethem, if an instrument pleases the general lovers of

“How oft when thou, my music, music play'st sent; but in an old dictionary in our possession,

Upon that blessed wood, whose motion sounds the keys of musical instruments are called “ta:ti,"— music, to try and be pleased with it as much as they

With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st tastes,-a very expressive designation. You do can themselves, maugre what technical refiners may

The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, taste the Piano-forte the moment you touch it. say of it, probably out of a jealousy of those whose Do I envy those jacks, that nimble leap Anybody can taste it; which, as we said before, is refinements are of a higher order. All instruments

To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, not the case with other instruments, the tone in are out of tune, the acoustic philosopher tells us.

Whilst my poor lips, that should that harvest reap, them not being ready made ; though a master, of

At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! course, may apply the word to any. Well, he it so; provided we are not so much out of

To be so tickled, they would change their state tune ourselves as to know it, or to be unable to discern And situation with those dancing chips “So said, his hand, sprightly as fire, he flings, something better in spite of it.

O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait! And with a quavering coyness tastes the strings.” | As to those who, notwithstanding their pretended

Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, There are superfine ears that profess not to be

Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss." love of music at other times, are so ready to talk of able to endure a Piano-forte after a concert; others that always find it to be out of tune ; and more who" jingling” and “ tinkling,” whenever they hear a Thus we have two out of our great poets, Spenser veil their insensibility to music in general, by pro- Piano-forte, or a poor girl at her lesson, they have

and Shakspeare, showing us the delight they took in testing against “everlasting tinkles," and school really no love of music whatsoever, and only proclain and so bringing themselves near to our Piano-fortes. in

the same species of instrument which we have now, girl affectation or sullenness. It is not a pleasure,

as much to those who understand them. They are certainly, which a man would select, to be obliged

“ Still virginalling to witness affectations of any sort, much less sullenamong the wiseacres who are always proving their

Upon his palm" ness, or any other absurdity. Such young ladies as spleen at the expence of their wit.

says the jealous husband in the Winter's Tale.' are perpetually thinking of their abstract pretensions,

Piano-fortes will probably be much improved by Chaucer, Spenser, Shakspeare, and Milton, all men. and either affectedly trying to screw up their musi

the next generation. Experiments are daily making tion the organ. Chaucer speaks of several instrucal skill to them, or resenting, with tears and petty

with them, sometimes of much promise ; and the ments, but we cannot trace to him any keyed ones. exclamations, that they cannot do it, are not the

extension of science on all hands bids fair to im- It is rather surprising that the poets, considering the most sensible and agreeable of all possible charmers.

prove whatever is connected with mechanism. We love of music natural to them, and their frequent But these terrible calamities may be safely left to

are very well content, however, for ourselves, with mention of the art, have spoken of so few musical the endurance, or non-endurance, of the no less ter

the instrument as it is; are grateful for it, as a instruments at least as if conversant with them in rible critics, who are so merciless upon them, or

concert in miniature; and admire it as a piece of fur- their houses. Milton was an organ-player, and Gay pretend to be. The critics and the performers will

niture in all its shapes : only we do not like to see a flute-player (how like the difference of their ge, equally take themselves for prodigious people; and

it made a table of, and laden with moveables ; nor nius!). Thomson possessed an Eolian harp, of which music will do both parties more good than harm in

when it is upright does it seem quite finished with- he seems to have been very fond. Ile has addressed the long run, however their zeal may fall short of their would-be capacity for it.

out a bust on it ; perhaps, because it makes so good an ode to it (from which the verses have been set to With respect to a pedestal, and seems to call for one.

music, beginning Piano-fortes not perfectly in tune, it is a curious fact, in the history of sounds, that no instrument is Piano-forte (soft and strong) is not a good name

“ Methinks I hear the full celestial choir"); ever perfectly in tune. Even the heavenly charmer, for an instrument which is no softer nor stronger and has again mentioned the instrument in his music, being partly of earth as well as of heaven,

than some others. The organ unites the two · Castle of Indolence,' a most fit place for it. partakes the common imperfection of things sub

qualities most; but organ (ofyavoy, instrumentum, All the truest lovers of any one art adınire the lunary. It is, therefore, possible to have senses too

-is if the instrument, by excellence) is the proper other arts. Farinelli had several harpsichords, to fine for it, if we are to be always sensible of this im

word for it, not to be parted with, and of a sound which he gave the names of painters, according to perfection; to fit for its nobleness. The word Piano-forte came

their respective qualities,-calling one his Raphael, up, when the harpsichord and spinet, its predeces- another his Correggio, &c. “ Die of an air in achromatic pain;"

And the exquisite little sors, were made softer. Harpsichord (arpichorda,-- painting, by Annibal Carracci, in the British Galand if we are not to be thus sensible, who is to judge

commonly called in Italian clavicembalo, or keyed jery, of Silenus teaching Apollo to play the pan. at what nice point of imperfection the disgust is to cymbal, i. e. a box or hollow, Fr. clavecin) is a

pipe' (together with a companion picture hanging begin, where no disgust is felt by the general ear?

sounding, but hardly a good word, meaning a harp near it) is said to have formed one of the compartThe sound of a trumpet, in Mozart's infancy, is said with chords—which may be said of any harp.

ments of the harpsichord belonging to that great to have threatened him with convulsions. To such a

Spinet, an older term (spinette, thorns), signifies painter. This is the natural magnificence of genius, man, and especially to so great a master, every the quills which used to occupy the place of the

which thinks no ornaments too precious for the right of a horror of discord would be conceded,

modern clothed hammers, and which produced the objects of its love. We should like to be rich enongh supposing his ear to have grown up as it began ; harsh sound in the old instruments; the quill

to play at imitating these great men, and see how but that it did not

is manifest from

striking the edge of the strings, like the nicking much we could do to aggrandize a Piano-forte. Let his use of trumpets; while at the same time so

of a guitar-string by the nail. The spinett was us see: It should be of the most precious, aromatic fine beyond ultra-fineness was his ear, that there is a

preceded by the Virginals, the oldest instrument, wood; the white keys, ivory (nothing can be better passage in his works, pronounced impractically dis- we believe, of the kind, so called, perhaps, from than that); the black, ebony; the legs, sculptured cordant by the whole musical world, which neverthe

its being chiefly played upon by young women, or with foliage and Loves and Graces; the pannels less the critics are agreed that he must have written

because it was used in singing hymns to the Virgin. should all be Titians and Correggios; the most exas it stands.* In other words, Mozart perceived a

Spenser has mentioned it in an English Trimeter. quisite verses out of the Poets should be carved harmony in discord itself, or what universally aplambic; one of those fantastic attempts to intro

between them; an arabesque cabinet should stand peared to be such,—just as very fine tastes in eating

duce the uncongenialities of Latin versification, near it, containing the finest compositions; and

which the taste of the great poet soon led him to and drinking relish something which is disliked by

Rossini should come from Italy to play them, abandon. The line, however, in which the virthe common palate; or, as the reading world disco

and Pasta to sing. ginals are mentioned, presents a picture not unvered, not long ago, that Pope, for all his sweetness,

| Meantime, what signifies all this luxury? The worthy of him.

His apostrophe, at the outset, to was not so musical a versifier as those “crabbed old

soul of music is at hand, wherever there are keys English poets.” The crabs were found to be very his “ unhappie verse,” contains an involuntary satire :

and strings and loving fingers to touch them; and apples of the Ilesperides. What we would infer from

this soul, which disposes us to fancy the luxury, this is, that the same exquisite perception which disUnhappie Verse! the witnesse of my unhappie state,

enables us to do without it. We can enjoy it in

Make thyself flutt'ring wings of thy fast flying cerned the sweetness in the sour of that discord, would

vision, without the expense. not have been among the first to despise an imperfection

Thought, and fy forth unto my Love whersoever

We take the liberty of closing this article with in the tuning of an instrument, nor, though he

Whether lying restless in heavy bedde, or else

iwo copies of verses, which two eminent living might wish it away, be rendered insensible by it of

Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerfull boarde, or else

musicians, Messrs Barnett and Novello, have done that finest part of the good music it performed, which

Playing alone careleese on her heavenlie virginals."

us the honour to set to music. The verses have been consists in invention, and expression, and grace,-

printed before, but many of our readers will not have always the flower of music, as of every other art, and Queen Elizabeth is on record as having played on

seen them. We did not think it possible for any to be seen and enjoyed by the very finest ears as well the virginals. It has been supposed by some that words of our own to give us so much pleasure in the as the humbler ones of good-will, because the soul of the instrument took its name from her ; but it is repetition, as when we heard her father's compoa thing is worth more to them than the body of it, probably older. The musical instrument mentioned

sition sung by the pure and most tuneful voice of and the greater is greater than the less.

in one of Shakspeare's sonnets is of the same keyed Miss Clara Novello (Clara is she well named); Thus much to caution true lovers of music how family. What a complete feeling of the andante, or and the reader may see what is thought of Mr • We cannot refer to it in its place ; but it was quoted going movement (as the Italians call it), is there in Barnett's powers, hy musical judges, in a criticism some time since in the 'Atlas.'

the beautiful line which we have_marked! and what upon it in a late number of the 'Atlas,' or another in

do so

she be ;

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