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with their strenuous breath the po- P. S. Give my respects to your pulace-neglected embers of historic Mr. Fine Arts, and request him to art. Westmacott's Psyche is af- write a panegyric on Wilkie's cheffectingly simple-a pure bashful re- d'œuvre (for so it certainly is, both lying creature, who could live but in in conception, composition, colour, the breath of the Heavenly Love. drawing, grace, and expression ; this The War Angel of the elegant-mind- is, indeed, fetching up lee-way with ed Flaxman is extremely noble—no a wet sail,) with one of his most suman understands the action and pow- perb quills. Tell him also I shall ers of the skeleton better than Mr, look sharp after his critique on MulF.; which knowledge is the primum ready's “Convalescent;" it is a touchmobile of grace and motion. I won- stone of sympathy and feeling. Macder he does not favour the public kenzie should write it, or Allan Cunwith some more of his harmonious ningham! I desire that Mynheer outlines. The romantic Apollonius Van Stinking Brooms will keep his would furnish an interesting series, herring-defiled paws from it-I hate which might be lithographized by that fellow most particularly. Fusome of his pupils.

J. W. migate him out of the concern!

Our friend Mr. Weathercock has omitted to notice Mr. Leslie's “ Rivals." With some defects of execution, nothing can be more expressive than this admirable little picture; if his former productions were more attractive from their conncxion with our national habits and associations, this is equally meritorious in genuine unforced humour. Nothing can excel the spirited and graceful way in which the story is told.ED.

SONG.

1.
The morning hours the sun beguiles,

With glories brightly blooming;
The flower and summer meet in smiles,

And so I've met with woman.
But suns must set with dewy eve,

And leave the scene deserted;
And flowers must with the summer leave,-

So I and Mary parted.

2.
O Mary, I did meet thy smile,

When passion was discreetest;
And thou didst win my heart the while,

When woman seem'd the sweetest;
When joys were felt that cannot speak,

And memory cannot smother,
When love's first beauty flush'd thy cheek,

That never warm’d another.

3.
Those eyes that then my passion blest,

That burn'd in love's expression;
That bosom where I then could rest,

And now have no possession;
These waken still in memory

Sad ceaseless thoughts about thee,
That say how blest I've been with thee,

And how I am without thee.

POLYHYMNIA.

BY JAMES MONTGOMERY,*

siveness.

It can no longer be a complaint of Where is she, whose looks were love and this age that English songs, without gladness? their music, are senseless and inani

Love and gladness I no longer see; mate things; for within a very short. She is gone, and since that hour of sadness period of time the most celebrated of

Nature seems her sepulchre to me. our poets have contributed to this Where am I? life's current faintly flowing, delightful species of poetry; and a Brings the welcome warning of release. young lady at her piano may with the Struck with death; ah! whither am I going? turning over but few leaves chuse for All is well, my spirit parts in peace. her voice a song of Moore's, or By

The air is remarkable for sweetron's, or W. Scott's, or Campbell's. To be sure, Moore's morality and By- ment presents only chords repeated

ness and pathos. The accompaniron's piety are two for a pair ;- but in regular

succession, supporting, but in the light Scotch words of the two latter, there is all that is unexcep- short symphonies are full of

not disturbing the voice, while the

exprestionable; and even in the two former, a want of meaning is certainly their last sin. It is with very sin; piece, is of another character; and

Youth, Manhood, and Age, the next cere pleasure that we can now add though one in which the author is the name of Montgomery to those eminently successful, perhaps it is of the illustrious lyrists we have just not the most fitted for song. mentioned; and who that has read the Wanderer of Switzerland and YOUTH, MANHOOD, AND AGE. the minor pieces of this poet, can for Youth, ah! youth, to thee in life's gay a moment doubt his power to be morning, great in song? The present little New and wonderful are heav'n and earth; work is composed of seven very beau- Health the hills, content the fields adorning, tiful songs written to foreign airs, Love invisible, beneath, above,

Nature rings with melody and mirth. and as we have the author's per- Conquers all things ; all things yield to love. mission to publish them in the LonDON MAGAZINE, we shall take them Time, swift Time, from years their motion at his word, and let them assert their stealing, own beauty :-certainly, to our taste, Unperceiv'd hath sober Manhood brought; they have that exquisite union of Truth her pure and humnble forms revealing, tenderness, melancholy, and truth,

Tinges fancy's fairy dreams with thought; which makes a good song perfect.

Till the heart no longer prone to roam, The first piece is entitled Reminis. Loves, loves best, the quiet bliss of home. cence; it is exceedingly plaintive and Age,Old Age, in sickness, pain, and sorrow, unaffectedly pathetic.

Creeps with length'ning shadow o'er the REMINISCENCE.

Life was yesterday, 'tis death to-morrow, Where are ye with whom in life I started,

And to-day the agony between : Dear companions of my golden days ? Then how longs the weary soul for thee, Ye are dead, estrang?d from me, or parted; Bright and beautiful Eternity. Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways.

The music is a fine motivo, exalted Where art thou, in youth my friend and

a little from its tone of deep feeling by brother,

an accompaniment of more motion and Yea in soul my friend and brother still ? variety than the last. These things Heav'n receiv'd thee, and on earth none

almost rise to the level of some of other

Haydn's Canzonets (the most exqui. Can the void in my lorn bosom fill. site things of the kind ever written),

scene;

Polyhymnia, or Select Airs of Celebrated Foreign Composers, adapted to English Words, written expressly for this Work, by James Montgomery. The Music arranged by C. F. Hasse.

MEET AGAIN.

THE PILGRIMAGE OF LIFE.

and may claim a place in the memory Toil brings repose, with noontide fervors with his Despair, and The Wanderer. beating,

The War Song (the words of which When droop thy temples o'er thy breast ; were given in our last No. page 456) Cheer up, cheer up; grey twilight, cool and is remarkable for strength, simplicity,

fleeting, and expression; mixing, however, no

Wafts on its wing the hour of rest. small portion of melody with its more Death springs to life, though sad and brief animating qualities. The symphonies

thy story; and accompaniments are characteris- Thy years all spent in grief and gloom ; tically plain.

. Look up, look up; eternity and glory Meet Again, is the subject of all Dawn through the terrors of the tomb. subjects for music. It is almost a

The music is of an intense but song that sings of itself!

darker character in its opening; the

reverse of the movement of which Joyful words, we meet again !

Meet Again consists. This air has Love's own language comfort darting Through the souls of friends at parting; Here also the composer, or the adapt

a similar, but more marked division. Life in death to meet again!

er, has shown his knowledge of effect While we walk this vale of tears,

in the accompaniment. Compass'd round with care and sorrow, The home truth of The Pilgrimage,

Gloom to-day and storm to-morrow, 76 Meet again”

which follows, is delightful. We our bosom cheers.

could wish that English songs should Joyful words, &c.

be distinguished by, and valued for, Far in exile, when we roam,

this character. O'er our lost endearments weeping,

Lonely, silent vigils keeping, € Meet again" transports us home. How blest the pilgrim who in trouble Joyful words, &c.

Can lean upon a bosom friend ; When this weary world is past,

Strength, courage, hope with him redouble, Happy they, whose spirits soaring,

When foes assail or griefs impend. Vast eternity exploring,

Care flies before his footsteps, straying Meet again” in heav'n at last :

At day break o'er the purple heath,
Joyful words, &c.

He plucks the wild flow'rs round him play,

ing, This is set for three voices, with a And binds their beauties in a wreath. solo, and a return to the trio.

There is an admirable spirit and More dear to him the fields and mountains, beauty in the following.

When with his friend abroad he roves,

Rests in the shade near sunny fountains, VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.

Or talks by moonlight through the groves; Night turns to day, when sullen darkness for him the vine expands its clusters, lowers,

Spring wakes for him her woodland quire; And heav'n and earth are hid from sight; Yea, though the storm of winter blusters, Cheer up, cheer up; ere long the op'ning 'Tis summer by his ev'ning fire.

flowers With dewy eyes shall shine in light. In good old age serenely dying,

When all he lov'd forsakes his view, Winter wakes spring, when icy blasts are

Sweet is Affection's voice replying, blowing,

“ I follow soon,” to his “ adieu :" Q'er frozen lakes, through naked trees ;

Nay then, though earthly ties are riven, Cheer up, cheer up; all beautiful and glow

The spirit's union will not end, ing, May floats in fragrance on the breeze.

Happy the man, whom Heav'n hath given

In life and death a faithful friend. Storms die in calms, when over land and

It is a bass sostenuto song, exRoll the loud chariots of the wind ;

pressive and elegant. The passages Cheer up, cheer up; the voice of wild com- are cast into the best parts of the motion

voice. It reminds us of the Qui Proclaims tranquillity behind.

sdegno of Mozart, though the reWar ends in peace; though dread artillry semblance

is in the style, not in the rattle,

melody. There is a second part for And ghastly corses load the ground;

two tenors, which adds a variety to Cheer up cheer up; where groan'd the field its intrinsic beauty. of battle,

The last piece, Aspirations of The song, the dance, the feast go round. Youth, is the call of Genius to Glory,

ocean

which can only be truly heard through Nearer, dearer bands of love, the air of poetry. With infinite spi- Draw our souls in union, rit and truth is combined a feeling To our father's house above, which carries the invocation to the To the saints' communion : heart. We should think that this Thither ev'ry hope ascend, little piece beautifully sung would There may all our labours end. waken a slumbering mind to its The music consists of an animating fullest energies.

strain, like the War song. The sucASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH.

ceeding verses are in the nature of Higher, higher will we climb,

variations, which are introduced Up the mount of glory,

either upon the melody itself, or into That our names may live through time, the accompaniment, and each is conIn our country's story ;

cluded with a chorus-a repetition of Happy, when her welfare calls,

the last bars of the air with a differHe who conquers, he who falls.

ent accompaniment. Deeper, deeper, let us toil

Having thus given every word of In the mines of knowledge ;

this interesting publication, our readNature's wealth and Learning's spoil, ers may suppose that they need not Win from school and college ;

seek the work elsewhere; but if they Delve we there for richer gems

suppose that, admiring it, they can -Than the stars of diadems.

do without the music, they are misOnward, onward, may we press,

taken. The words are so married to the Through the path of duty.

music, that in reading they seem to Virtue is true happiness,

pine for that voice which gives them Excellence true beauty

feeling, force, and spirit. The Airs Minds are of celestial birth,

are beautifully selected, and most Make we then a heav'n of earth.

skilfully arranged ; and we only wish Closer, closer let us knit

that Mr. Hasse, who by this work so Hearts and hands together,

forcibly proves his power, would not Where our fireside comforts sit,

stay here,-but, seeking other meloIn the wildest weather :

dies, and inspiring his present comO, they wander wide, who roam

panion, would lay_other delightful For the joys of life from home.

songs at the feet of Polyhymnia.

CONTINUATION OF DR. JOHNSON'S

Lives of the Poets.

No. VIII.

THE LIFE OF WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE. William Julius Mickle was born cate, by an unusual indulgence ohon the 29th of September, 1734, at tained permission to reside in EdinLongholm, in the County of Dum- burgh, where Mickle was admitted a fries, of which place his, father, pupil at the high school. Here he Alexander Meikle, or Mickle, a mi- remained long enough to acquire a nister of the church of Scotland, was relish for the Greek and Latin claspastor. His mother was Julia, sics. When he was seventeen years daughter of Thomas Henderson, of old, his father unluckily embarking Ploughlands, near Edinburgh. In his capital in a brewery, which the - his thirteenth year, his love of poetry death of his wife's brother had left was kindled by reading Spenser's without a manager, William was Faëry Queen. Two years after, his taken from school, and employed as father, who was grown old and in- clerk under the eldest son, in whose firm, and had a large family to edu- name the business was carried on. At first he must have been attentive was a youth, friendless and unknown, enough to his employment; for on his and with the offer of a dedication if coming of age, the property was the poem should be again edited. made over to him, on the condition of This proceeding did not evince much. paying his family a certain share of knowledge of mankind. A poet has the profits arising from it. After- as seldom gained a patron as a miswards, he suffered himself to be se- tress, by solicitation to which no preduced from business by the attractions vious encouragement has been given. of literature. His father died in It was more than half a year before 1758; and, in about three years, he he received an answer from Lyttelpublished, without his name, Know- ton, with just kindness enough to ledge, an Ode, and a Night Piece, keep alive his expectations. In the the former of which had been written meantime, the friendly offices of a in his eighteenth year. In both carpenter in Edinburgh, whose name there is more of seriousness and re- was Good, had been exerted to save flection, than of that fancy which his property from being seized for marks his subsequent productions. rent; but the fear of arrest impelled Beside these, he had finished a him to quit that city in haste; and Drama, called the Death of Socrates, embarking on board a coal vessel at of which, if we may judge from his Newcastle, he reached London, penother tragedy, the loss is not to be nyless, in May, 1763. His immelamented, and he had begun a poem diate necessities were supplied by reon Providence. The difficulties con- mittances from his brothers, and by sequent on his trusting to servants such profits as he could derive from the work of his brewery, which he writing for periodical publications. was too indolent to superintend him- There is no reason to suppose that he self, and on his joining in security was indebted to Lyttelton for more for a large sum with a printer who than the commendation of his gefailed, were now gathering fast upon nius, and for some criticism on his him. His creditors became clamour- poems; and even this favour was ous; and at Candlemas (one of the denied to the most beautiful among quarter days in Scotland) 1762, being them, his Elegy on Mary, Queen of equally unwilling to compound with Scots. The cause assigned for the them, as his brother advised him to exclusion was, that poetry should do, and unable to satisfy their de- not consecrate what history must. mands, he prevailed on them to ac- condemn, a sacred principle if it be cept his notes of hand, payable in applied to the characters of those yet four months. When the time was ex- living, but of more doubtful obligapired, he found himself, as might have' tion as it regards past times. When been expected, involved in embarrass- Euripides, in one of his dramas, ments from which he could devise chose to avail himself of a wild and no mears of escaping. His mind unauthorized tradition, and to reprewas harassed by bitter reflections on sent Helen as spotless, he surely viothe distress which threatened those lated no sanction of moral truth; whom his parent had left to his pro- and in the instance of Mary, Mickle tection ; and he was scared by the might have pleaded some uncertainty terrors of a jail. But they, with which a poet was at liberty to intera · whom he had to reckon, were again pret to the better part. lenient. He consoled himself with During his courtship of Lyttelton, recollecting that his delinquency had he was fed at one time by hopes of proceeded from inadvertence, not being recommended in the West Infrom design, and resolved to be dies; and, at another, of being served - more sedulous in future; but had in the East; till by degrees the great still the weakness to trust for relief man waxed so cold, that he wisely to his poem on Providence. This relinquished his suit. His next prowas soon after published by Dods- ject was to go out as a merchant's ley, and, that it might win for itself clerk to Carolina ; but some unexsuch advantages as patronage could pected occurrences defeating this give, was sent to Lord Lyttelton, under plan also, he engaged himself as corthe assumed name of William More, rector of the Clarendon press, at with a representation that the author Oxford. Here he published (in

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