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Journal of English and Foreign Literature, Science, and the Fine Arts.
LONDON, SATURDAY, JUNE 9, 1832.
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author, have the voice and bearing of gen- could admire a coquette, or become one myself; teel life.
and yet how rapturously does every body speak
We shall give a few of the author's of Mademoiselle de St. Quentin, whom I have La Coquetterie ; or, Sketches of Society in sketches ; of the story we have already said
heard named as one.' France and Belgium. 3 vols. London:
" • Excuse me, Rosa, I do not think so,' said enough. The appearance of Rosa de Clifford
Does Lord Elmsworth, does T. & W. Boone. seems painted from the life, including the Lady de Clifford.
Mr. Monteith speak of her as you describe? To delineate continental character and dosleepy blue eyes :
No. Believe me, men of sense and principle mestic manners has been the main aim of when dressed, even Hugh, who was negligently attractions of a woman of that description; for
"On her appearance in the drawing-room,
may be, and are, caught for a short time by the the author of 'La Coquetterie,' and a long lounging on the unlucky sofa denounced in the residence abroad and intimacy with his sub- early part of the evening, was struck by the
art has taught her to adapt her manners and
conversation to every character; but it never ject, have enabled him to complete the pic- lovely appearance of his sister. I believe my
can be a durable attachment. A cold unfeeling ture which he sketched in imagination. The heroine has never been hitherto considered of
heart can never secure, for any length of time, work, in its nature, he conceives to be aristo- sufficient consequence to think it necessary to
the affections of a warm one. I understand that cratical, probably because it is founded on describe her personally. My readers must allow
look, my dear girl,—it alludes to your brother. seduction and divorce. The leading persons me to do so now; when dress, Parisian taste,
I own he appears infatuated by Mademoiselle are all of British blood and connexion; a and a French femme de chambre have all com
de St. Quentin. It has alarmed me, and, I may story has been invented to give them em
bined to adorn her. She was of a middling add, surprised me. But, as his eyes are open ployment according to their natures; and height, rather to be denominated tall, with a
to the faults in her character, I must think she the march of events is hastened by marriages, slight sylph-like figure, which had a peculiar has some redeeming good qualities that make retarded by jealousies, clouded by mysteries,
her gracefulness about it that you seldom see, from
many admirers overlook a blemish which, its being born with those who have the advanbrightened by love-makings, or clogged by tage of possessing it,-and, from its being na
as an Englishwoman, I think a very great one; doubts and animosities, in order that the tural, is never affected, which, when artificial,
though, in a Frenchwoman, perhaps, it may
not be considered such.'” manners and customs, and feelings and opi- it always is.--Her countenance was an oval, nions of the Continent, may find room to with large sleepy blue eyes, whose long silken In the following passage we read the spread themselves fully out for our scorn or eye-lashes veiled the playful arch look that oc- natural history of woman—the Marie who admiration. It contains, too, a very hand- casionally shot from under them, and her com- speaks is Mademoiselle de St. Quentin ; and some embarrassment of a domestic nature, plexion was beautifully fair tinted with the bright her conversation is about Monteith, the acarising from the consequences of seduction glow of health and youth. Her auburn locks cepted lover of Rosa :and divorce : the hero of the story all but
curled naturally over her face, and when, united falls in love with his own sister. However, 1 innocence that pervaded her lovely countenance, to all this, you saw the look of happiness and
“• Not,' replied Rosa, ‘if he loved the per
son ; but I know Mr. Monteith so well, that I the author seems not to place so much re
feel certain, unless he had an affection for her, liance on the story as on his sketches of you could scarcely bring yourself to detach your
no motive of interest would tempt him to marry eyes from the sweet face of Rosa, when once polished society; and, to say the truth, we they fixed themselves there." have seldom met with a work in which the
"Ah, I feel that to be most true,' answered There is less coquetry in the work than Marie, with a sigh, ' and it is what I admire so characters converse, and act, and live with the title would lead us to look for; coquette much in his character. Ma douce amie, con more elegance and genteel ease. Rosa de being alluded to, Rosa desires an expla- tinued she, after a short pause, 'I have already Clifford is a great favourite of ours: all she nation ; the answer of her mother is satis- said too much, unless I say more. Je vous does is graceful, and natural, and feminine; factory :
donne ma confidence entière. I have known the author seems proud of his creation. “ In Pray, Mamma, explain to me what is co- Mr. Monteith for some time. I was first atmy heroine,” he says, “I have, I trust and quetterie. 'I feel as if I did, 'and did not, under- tracted towards him by his neglect and apparent believe, pourtrayed the character of a very stand the meaning of the word.'
dislike to me.
Accustomed to be courted and large portion of my young countrywomen; "• Before I give you the desired explanation,' | admired by men, in a country where women are and, in her amiable and unsophisticated cha- replied Lady de Clifford, smiling, ' I think í considered idols, and treated as such, if they racter, many will, I doubt not, recognize a ought first to ascertain what your motives are possess only a moderate share of beauty and sister, a daughter, and, perhaps, a young and
in asking the question, as the character of a talents, I was surprised and astonished to find beloved bride.” The Hon. Arthur Monteith, coquette would not, I should hope, be approved one, and only one, who dared to show me in
difference. Had Mr. Monteith been one of too, is much to our liking; but many will, of by my Rosa. Coquetterie is a vice,—for I we doubt not, prefer Hugh de Clifford, exclusively to our sex, though, if they chose to
must call it such,—that is supposed to belong those who sought my notice and conversation, Rosa's half-brother, a kind of sensible rattle
he would probably have been overlooked among skull who sobers down into a very respect
acknowledge it, I believe it equally appertains the many. But the moment he placed himself
to the other, and consists in the desire of at- out of the circle of my little court, he became able hero before all is done; and weị have tracting the attentions of men. Surrounded by an object I felt ambitious to draw within it. I our suspicions that some of our friends their fattery and homage, the coquette seeks to tried various means to make him sensible of that will be simple enough to bestow their ad-draw all mankind around her, and all who ap- power, which I possessed over others, mais, miration on Mademoiselle de St. Quentin, proach her magic sphere appear to find, however sans succès. In doing so, shall I acknowledge a tall beauty, all wit and dash and impulse, they may despise the object, an indescribable to ma belle amie, that I was caught in the snare who turns out to be Hugh de Clifford's full charm which attracts then; for a coquette I had laid for him, and I soon found myself sister, and saves much embarrassment and generally possesses the talent of making every deeply interested in one who appeared perfectly explanation by catching cold in a thunder
one pleased with himself. Her sole aiın in life indifferent to me. Mr. Monteith left Florence, shower , and dying towards the close of the
is to excite admiration; and, not confined to and carried with him mes régrets, mes sou
one alone, she seeks and courts it from all. story. The work, on the whole, is certainly But when the object is gained, the desire of nothing more of him until I met him at Paris,
venirs, et, j'ose vous l'avouer, mon cæur. I saw clever: what we like least, is the introduction pleasing generally ceases. Madame de Genlis and will own, that at first his manners appeared of so much French-this is the pedantry of says of coquetterie, and the remark is most just, so changed, that I began to flatter myself he travellers; and what we like best, is the grace “C'est ce que les hommes méprisent, et ce qui liked me, and that my large fortune prevented and sprightliness of the conversations which, les attire."
his seeking me, from his feeling too proud to be in spite of the French affectations of the "I do not think, from your account, I ever indebted even to the woman he loved, for those
riches which it would have been the height of | became stiffened; and soon Lord de Clifford rains commence, which always precede winter ; her ambition and happiness to bestow on him. was aware the final agony was past, and that for it is a proverb in the Lower Province, among But soon I discovered that my suspicions were life had fled!"
the French Canadians, that the ditches never wrong. They were next turned towards you,
We bid the author farewell, with the hope freeze till they are full. Then comes the regular and I tried to find out from your brother if that when we meet again he may not only winter, which, if rains and thaws do not interthere was any foundation for them. He has, have lost none of his skill in delineating rains again, which last until the strong sun of however, repeatedly assured me that your heart is equally cold to all who have shown you attencharacter or recording conversation, but have
the middle of May renders everything dry and tion, and that, if there is any one you prefer, it acquired the art of saying all he has to say
in good order." in his native tongue. is Lord Elmsworth, I have, therefore, chère et
Another piece of interesting information, douce amie, ventured to tell you-tous mes cha
is the condition of the Irish emigrants; and grins et mes ennuis ; and, if I can judge of Statistical Sketches of Upper Canada, for the we quote it in the hope that the facts may others by myself, I trust you will consider the
use of Emigrants. By a Backwoodsman. have their influence-upon the government of confidence I place in you, as a proof of my
Ireland and the opinions of Englishmen. A affection for you.'”
Tuis is a pleasant little pamphlet that may colony of miserable and starving people, were At the death-bed of his daughter, Mademoiselle de St. Quentin, it is the fortune of be read through in an hour. But to one about removed from the South of Ireland, some to emigrate--about to embark on a perilous years since, under the orders of government
, the injured elder De Clifford to meet the erring woman whom he had divorced. The adventure, in which the hopes of a life and and settled in the Newcastle district frem
family are concerned—the reading will be being absolutely, pennyless, they are now scene is not unimpressive :
found more pleasant than profitable. We prosperous and happy, and many of them “ At length the tinkling þell was again heard, have chapters on the choice of a ship, with comparatively affluent. and informed them the melancholy service was directions respecting clothing, medicine,
“Their morals, too, contrary to the general over. Bertine, repressing her sobs, with noisemoney, provisions; on what is to be done on
rule, have improved with their circumstances ; less steps left the room; and in about ten
for they are (considering always that they are minutes the bed-room door opened, and she landing; on the purchase of land; and so
Irishmen) a quiet, peaceable, sober, and induson; but the writer does not go enough into motioned to them to enter. Marie was lying on
trious population; and the very men who, if at the bed, dressed as she was in the morning, detail to be really
serviceable to the emigrant
, supported by pillows; on one side of the bed We shall, therefore, make our extracts from
or Carders, rebelling against all authority, and was her mother, whose head rested on the such parts as seem to us of most general in- tracing their path with burning haggards and bolster, and her convulsive sobs were most terest-and first of
roasted Peelers, are quietly pursuing a peaceful audible.
and useful career in the back woods, grateful to “ Here, then, for the first time after twenty
" It never has been accountable to me, how
the government to whom they owe all the advantwo years, did Lord de Clifford meet her, whom the heat of the sun is regulated. There is no
tages they enjoy, they are the most loyal and conscience told him he bad erred in marrying, part of Upper Canada that is not to the south of
devoted of bis Majesty's subjects; and, having and who had, by her subsequent conduct, as far Penzance, yet there is no part of England where got quit of the feeling of hopelessness and de as she could, revenged herself on him. Here the cold is so intense as in Canada,
spair of ever bettering their condition, that Hugh, also, for the first time saw her as his
"The summer heat of Upper Canada gene- weighs down and paralyzes the Irish peasant in mother from whom his heart had hitherto re
rally ranges towards 80° Fahrenheit; but should his own country, they have acquired the selfcoiled. On hearing them enter the room, the wind blow twenty-four hours steadily from
respect so essential to respectability, and which Marie opened her eyes. Both her father and the north, it will fall to 40° during the night. **
the habitually-oppressed can never know. So brother approached her on the opposite side of the bed to that where her mother had placed | Canada, when compared with those to which we
“One remarkable peculiarity in the climate of far, moreover, from requiring a civil and mili
tary force to compel obedience, the ministrations herself. She took their hands in hers, and said,
have likened it, is its dryness. *** Roofs of of my worthy friend, the priest, are found quite in a low and faint voice, and apparently tremu
tinned iron of fifty years' standing are as bright effective in maintaining order among them." lous from agitationas the day they came out of the shop; and you
“ The Irish Catholic is by far the easiest con“ • Prepared as I now am, I trust, for the may leave a charge of powder in your gun for a
ciliated of any emigrant who comes to this proawful change that must soon take place, let me hope that my father and my beloved brother wohtluse and find, at the end of it, that it goes off vince; for at home, being habituated to oppress
sion, and looked upon as a Helot, he considers will cheer the few hours or minutes that may be
"The diseases of the body, too, that are pro- simple justice a favour; and when, on his arrival granted me, in assuring me that they have forduced by a damp atmosphere, are uncommon
here, he finds that he is emancipated in spirit given the dear and affectionate mother who has here. It may be a matter of surprise to some to
as well as in letter,--that he is admitted into watched over me through life. Let me have hear, that pectoral and catharrhal complaints,
the legislative council, the House of Assembly, the happiness of seeing that pardon granted for wliich, from an association of ideas they may
and the magistracy, if his talent or rank entitle errors and sins, long since, I hope, forgiven and connect with cold, are here hardly known. In
him to such a distinction, as a matter of course repented of.'
the cathedral at Montreal, where from three to —and that there is no prejudice that condemns "I do sincerely pardon,' replied Lord de five thousand people assemble every Sunday,
those of his faith to be degraded in the eyes of Clifford. My forgiveness she has long had, and you will seldom find the service interrupted by
their fellow-subjects, as if of a lower order of to hear of her happiness and welfare has ever a coupli, even in the dead of winter and in hard
the human family, he feels his heart overflow been my most anxious wish.'
frost; whereas, in Britain, from the days of with gratitude to the government under which “ • And my brother ? asked Marie, in a be- Shakspeare, even in a small country church,
he lives, and forgets in a moment the wrongs seeching plaintive tone of voice. *coughing drowns the parson's saw.' The
that he and his ancestors have suffered for ages. " • Ah! what can you ask and be refused, only disease we are annoyed with here, that we
“ An elder of the Kirk, and bred in the most my beloved, my angel sister!' exclaimed De are not accustomed to at home, is the intermit- orthodox part of Scotland, I came to this counClifford. “Yes, my forgiveness is hers, and tent fever,--and that, though most abominably try strongly prejudiced against Catholicism and from this moment I will think and feel as you annoying, is not by any means dangerous : in- its ministers; but experience has shewn me wish.
deed, one of the most annoying circumstances that these prejudices were unjust. I expected “ Marie during this time had hold of her connected with it is, that, instead of being sym
to find both priest and people as violently op. father's and brother's hand. As Hugh concluded pathised with, you are only laughed at. Other- | posed to the British government here as at speaking, she raised her eyes to heaven in ap- wise the climate is infinitely more healthy than
home, I found them the strongest supporters parent thankfulness, and taking her mother's that of England.
of the constitution. I had been taught to be hand joined it with Lord de Clifford's and “ Though the cold of a Canadian winter is lieve, that a Catholic priest was a hypocritical Hugh's in hers, and pressing them together, great, it is neither distressing nor disagreeable. | knave, who ruled his misguided followers for his said, 'Oh! Sainte Vierge, je te rends grâce!' There is no day during winter, except a rainy own seltish purposes,– I have found them a It appeared as if the effort had been too much one, in which a man need be kept from his moral and zealous clergy, more strict in their for her strength, for, immediately after, her work.
attention to their parochial duties than any body head dropped apparently lifeless. Her father “ Between the summer and winter of Canada of clergy I ever met in any part of the world
, attempted to raise it. For a second the eyelids a season exists, called the Indian summer,
and not a bit more intolerant than their clerical remained closed. At length, opening her eyes, when the atmosphere has a smoky, hazy effect.
brethren of any other sect. And I look upon this and casting them on her loved brother, as if he During this period, which generally occu
public avowal and recantation as a penance for were the last object she wished to gaze on, she pies two or three weeks of the month of No- my sins of ignorance, and I hope it will be gave a deep and long-drawn sigh. In a few vember, the days are pleasant, and with abun- accepted as such.” minutes a slight convulsion passed over the dance of sunshine, and the nights present a cold We have also chapters on field sports and features; the eyes, fixed in apparent vacancy, clear black frost. When this disappears, the cookery, neither of which will tempt us to
emigrate. We give two or three Canadian The first burst of grief and horror with one error, which though consecrated by in-
mean the application of Roman names to To Dress a Beef Steak.
Woe! woe! for ever. Apollo, oh! Apollo! the Grecian deities. The religious systems “Cut the steak about a quarter of an inch There is no authority for the words “for of Hellas and Latium were radically differthick, wash it well in a tub of water, wringing ever," which are wholly without meaning. ent; and the identification of their respective it from time to time after the manner of a dish- The line should be literally,
gods, has been the source of more errors in clout; put a pound of fresh-butter in a frying
Woe! woe! O Earth. Apollo ! oh, Apollo ! classical literature, than almost any other of pan (hog's-lard will do, but butter is more
The invocation of earth is omitted also in the blunders that has been perpetuated by esteemed), and when it boils, put in the steak, the next verse, for reasons that we are, ut
blind imitation. turning and peppering it for about a quarter of an hour: then put it into a deep dish, and pour terly unable to conjecture. We know not the oil over it, till it floats, and so serve it. on what authority Mr. Medwin has trans- Fitzgeorge. 3 vols. London: E. Wilson. To boil Green Peas.
lated the common epithet of the Sun-god, This novel is manufactured according to the « Put them in a large pot full of water, boil "guardian of the public ways,” by the phrase, most approved method, and, though not to them till they burst. Pour off one half of the
My guide and my destroyer.
our taste, it not the less likely to gratify water, leaving about as much as will cover them; | The antithesis and the quibble on the name “the reading public.” It is evidently written then add about the size of your two fists of | Apollo, are quite unworthy of the father of by a powerful and accustomed hand, and there butter, and stir the whole round with a handful tragedy. The fifth strophe is, we regret to are scenes in it which must awaken attenof black pepper. Serve in a wash-hand basin,"
say, a signal failure; Mr. Medwin has wholly tion and interest—but we dislike the original One of the sporting anecdotes is not a little missed the author's meaning. He says, idea. It is the private life and character of extraordinary:
What's that? a snare, a net!--has hell such nets ? "A worthy friend of mine, of the legal pro
George the Fourth and his associates, under
Copartner of his bed, to take a hell-trap fession, and now high in office in the colony,
For her accomplice.
masking names. Lord and Lady Fitzgeorge once, when a young man, lost his way in the Now, the phrase “hell-trap,” or as Symons are, of course, George the Third and Queen woods, and seeing a high stump, clambered up more spiritedly renders it, “hell's drag-net,
Charlotte-Augustus is the heir apparent, it with the hope of looking around him. While is applied as an epithet to Clytemnestra,
and hero of the novel-Leppard is Mr. Fox standing on the top of it for this purpose, his though from Medwin's version, we should
--Drury Borrowman, Sheridan-Mr.Graves, foot slipped, and he was precipitated into the
that it referred to Ægisthus. suppose
The hollow of the tree, beyond the power of extricaconclusion of the strophe is still worse: lite
Pitt_Col. Fitzmaurice is Hanger, afterwards
Lord Coleraine-Sir Nicholas Bobadil, Mr. ting himself. Whilst bemoaning here his hard rally it runs thus, “ let the choir insatiable
Brummell—Juliet, Mrs. Robinson-Emily, fate, and seeing no prospect before him, save
Mrs. Fitzherbert-Mrs. Jernigan, Lady Jerthat of a lingering death by starvation, the light by nature, howl over the stony sacrifice"above his head was suddenly excluded, and his a sentence sufficiently obscure, which Æschy: Birch is the present Lord Chancellor-and
sey - Lady Louisa, Queen Caroline - Mr. view of the sky, his only prospect, shut
out by lus probably designed as characteristic of
, the epithet ; stony;" as applied jesty this key is hardly necessary,
. But the
versant with the early life of his late Maupon him. With the courage of despair he to sacrifice, may, we think, fairly be ex
but geneseized fast hold of Bruin behind, and by this plained, as pointing out the mode in which
rations have sprung up and passed away means was dragged once more into upper day.” the populace would probably avenge the
since then, and what is evident enough to murder of Agamemnon. There are many
us, may be mystical to others. These chainstances in Grecian history, of murderers
racters are sketched with vigour; but the The Agamemnon of Eschylus. Translated by T. Medwin, Esq. London, 1832. being covered with heaps of stones, instead
artist has very little of the court-limner about Pickering. of receiving an honourable interment. This
him—and he appears throughout to have passage, Mr. Medwin translates thus :
assumed that all the gossip of the day was We lately spoke of Capt. Medwin's transla
Howl! ye furies ! howl!
true. The best part of the novel describes tion of the Prometheus, in terms of great Set up a shout over the accursed race,
the early attachment of the Prince to Mrs. but not unqualified praise; it is now our
A long lord shriek of joy-'tis done--the foul, Robinson ; but we are not satisfied that the
The impious sacrifice. less ,
, and to congratulate him on having produced is certainly an excellent paraphrase of the details
, is not quite as good, though the
pretty its a version of the Agamemnon, almost worthy
Greek verb, but the rest of the of being compared with the sublime original.
scenes may not be wrought up with so much It would be invidious to dwell on these
power. As a specimen of the work, we will
The First Meeting.
“ To the eye of Fitzgeorge never did the sun ter-cast. Potter in most instances, and Sy; 1 baffled all previous translators, Mr. Med
set more gloriously than it did on the evening mons in too many, have hidden the naked win has given us with equal spirit and fide
of this interesting day. He thought for once in majesty of the marble beneath a rich dress
his life that the heavens looked more beautiful of brocade, which agrees as little with the lity.
than his own gilded roof; but beautiful as was bold strength of Æschylus, as silk robes with
the sight of the glorious sun with its gorgeous Whose brightest hours a shadow can destroy, the Farnese Hercules. We say nothing of
retinue of multiform and many-coloured clouds, Like figures that a wetted sponge effaces ;
he was impatient at the slow departure of lagging the other attempts at translating this play Of adverse fortune, or a prosperous lot,
day-light. Nor was the romantic Juliet less -of Harford's we have spoken in a late Sad as mine is, the last 1 pity most.
interested in the day's decline; she watched the mumber, and Kennedy's version is below Mr. Medwin seems to have paid little at
sun's declining rays, and saw with indescribable contempt. Having on a former occasion tention to mythological studies, else he would emotion the lengthening shadows of evening. given such specimens, as will fully justify scarcely have written so confused a note as * At length the hour of meeting arrived. our opinion of the present version, we turn that on the epithet, “ Lycean King ;" the Wrapping themselves up in a close disguise, to the less agreeable duty of pointing out name is manifestly derived from lúxn light, and silently gliding along the star-lit paths like some venial errors, which we hope to see and is therefore appropriately applied to the thieves or persons afraid of thieves, they entered corrected in a new edition. Most critics solar god; its similarity to Núros was ac- the park which surrounded Fitzgeorge's manhave regarded Clytemnestra as the principal counted for by the legend respecting the sion, and took their station beneath a broad character in this drama, but, in our opinion, wolves; in Keightley's Mythology, will be spreading oak. *** Moving as rapidly as was
consistent with that grace and dignity which he the chief interest of the piece centers in Cas- found many similar instances of legends, ori
never forgot, Fitzgeorge advanced to the spot sandra ; at all events, her denunciations fur- ginally founded on no better basis than a
where Juliet stood, and extending his hand he nish the best criterion for determining the similarity of words.
said in tones more sweet than music ever qualifications of the translator, and to them We have of late had to notice several ef- breathed, “It is my Juliet! we shall for the most part confine our atten- forts of varied merit, to supply us with new “ Juliet, with a trembling confidence and tion.
translations of the Greek drama ; there is , humble pride, took the proffered hand, and
o world! O life !
And where all trace of human woe is lost,
Oh! rather may
would have said, “my Fitzgeorge!' but her heart | message. The messenger gazed at once with | be a treasure of remembrance to my heart as
each other, while lifting her eyes upwards she ''Yes; only let me see him-once--for the
bitter pang which it would cost him. Would
not grieve my beloved one.
any one was speaking to her. But presently make me miserable.'
I not love him? did I not? do I not? and shall to it;--and spare your beloved Fitzgeorge all
farther pangs of separation.' ened and impassioned Juliet, 'what is the world
“ So Juliet was won and managed. Fitzto me? You are my world. Is there any living
“ Fitzgeorge feeling himself annoyed by this maurice handed her to the carriage-gracefully,
ed the courtesy of hypocrisy with the courtesy
“ Tell him-tell him,' said Juliet, as she was
his mansion dedicated to hilarity and festivity. stepping into the carriagebut swelling grief
prevented her from giving utterance to her
order her instant departure; but as that first thoughts.
“ Most assuredly,' replied the colonel, some-
cuse which Juliet's importunity gave him, for impatience.
* • Tell him I love him, for ever, for ever!
So saying Juliet seated herself in the carriage,
and Fitzmaurice with his own hands closed the
the coachman, 'Home.'
• • We have dismissed her,' said Fitzmaurice,
genious, yet heartless affectations, of Fitzmaurice. She must go back to the stage, for she is sur-
persuade her that Fitzgeorge could not trust his geese, who have no other virtue about them
"We can meet no more. Circumstances of lieved him when he descanted most learnedly, well able she is to entertain them by her dra-
sures to be outvoted by their scenic applause.'
lieved him when he told her with the hypocri- george,' she may go whither she pleases, to the
tical mockery of compassion, that his heart bled stage or to the
reader, and we shall take our leave of the
to his own feelings.
Mr. Wilson for having introduced the Ame-
rican custom of having the edges cut.
world is not aware of the excellence of his heart Saturday Evening. By the Author of the
• Natural History of Enthusiasm.' London,
1832. Holdsworth & Ball.
We have delayed noticing this book, because
tion, and the author of it deserves that such
consideration should be respectful. It is a
remarkable book. It is neither exact theo-
, that Fitzgeorge was not to be seen. There was stances of restriction which prevent him from philosophical in phrase, with an air of literamadness in her agitated spirit. Never did the yielding to the generous impulses of his nature.
ture diffused over both. The author has acted drama present so complete and fine repre- But might I not see him? One look-one kind evidently looked on all parties without joinsentation of mental agony as did the expression look-one word--one generous word—ay-ing fellowship with any: he is claimed by of Juliet's countenance and attitude at this even the word " Farewell" would from his lips | dissenters, and acknowledged by the church;
whether he sees a soul of good in things evil, 1 traordinary effort; the great body of Christians, | thing of pleasure? Yes; even these shall snatch or not, he perceives, and exposes, a taint of in our age and country, would be very improperly at joy; for human nature does not readily throw evil in things good. He loves christianity, described in any such terms; for they have off its instincts of happiness. But pleasure to without being satisfied with christians; he neither the same merits nor the same defects. such, must be frantic and intemperate, because cries out for theological and spiritual reform;
The religious classes have admitted and imbibed hurried and stolen ; the hour of enjoyment (if but, as he cries out in polished sentences, and just that degree of general intelligence, which, enjoyment it should be called,) is as murky as
it must be, hemmed in before and behind by under metaphysical watchwords, it is doubtful by laying them open to all influences, puts to whether so many will answer as ought. His
the severest proof the integrity and simplicity necessities and woes. Or we may turn aside to
of their spirit, as messengers of the mercy of gaze upon the hovel which serves as the last war-cry is too placid. He has a mind of ex
God to mankind. We say, just that degree of retreat of wretchedness, and where indolent quisite temper, and will influence minds of intelligence : for it must not be affirmed (after misery, bred by vice upon despair, finds a home. temper somewhat akin to his own; but the
a very few instances are excepted) that the To such, (alas! that, in fact, there are such!) to vulgar will not understand him, and the accomplishments and mental power of the re- such the common air has no balm—the light of violent will shiver his Damascus blade like ligious body, or of its leaders, are so fairly on a day no brightness—Nature no boon. Spring, glass.
He has Melancthon's spirit, but par with the learning and science of the times, with its bright mornings and its flowers, and sumwants Luther's voice. He is a man of as to leave no room for the consciousness of in- mer with its noons of fervour, and fruits, and intellectual perceptions—of cultivated hu- feriority. It is not with us now as it was in the pastimes; and autumn with its golden abunmanity—of fine feelings—of calm and far- age of the Reformation, when the champions of dance and luxuries, bring no smile, no change : extending views. He is the most accom
the Gospel were men of gigantic understanding, the round of the year is a winter. What is
and unrivalled attainments ;- ;--men who had no plished religious writer of the day; and
that word joy to such? They know it not, even
afar off, by sight or hearing : or, if ever they did he, in proportion to his other facul- / competitors or rivals to fear in any walk of
taste a reckless bowl, it is one in which death ties, possess force, simplicity, and direct learning, men who ruled the philosophy, as well
as the religion of their times. Nor is it as it was ness of appeal, he would be the most influ- in the age of Jerome, and Augustine, and Am
has shed some new anguish for to-morrow.” ential. But • Saturday Evening' (not an ad-brose, and Gregory, and Chrysostom, when the
To these longer quotations might be added mirable name, by the way, for a volume of church moved foremost on all grounds of honour
many brilliant brevities in the shape of essays,) is emphatically a book for thinkers : and merit; and when pagan philosophy had similes, observations, definitions, &c.; but they, whether clergy or laity, will study it scarcely a laurel left on its brow. We stand
is filled, and were it otherwise, with profit; and, in order to find it profitable, midway between the advantageous post of rude
this picking the eyes out of passages, shows they must study it; but the reader whose ingenuous fervour, and that of real or unrivalled an author, who is worth study, to disadvanthinking powers are only partially developed, eminence in matters of science and learning. tage. Anapophthegm that is sound, when read will leave it for productions less elegantly titude," timidity. By all the amount of our only a showy paradox when stated by itself.
as a close to previous argument, may seem argumentative and more keenly dogmatic. Speaking from recollection of the Natural actual intelligence, we feel the offence of the There is no need to recapitulate the failings History of Enthusiasm, it strikes us, that point which should set us free from anxiety in into religious speculation, the thought, symcross; and yet our intelligence reaches not the
of 'Saturday Evening :' as an effort to carry the style of the present volume is even less maintaining our profession... No man of mature rather than expresses the sense ; the tech- in the great purpose of devoting all the force he weigh them. We recommend the work to clear and definite : the language often veils understanding, who has seriously fixed himsele pathy, and imagination, that have unrestrictnicalities of scientific expression are too often possesses to the work of the Gospel, will think, all who have not read it, and we advise those used to illustrate religious arguments; and, that any kind of knowledge he may have aclike the moon in vapoury weather, meaning quired, or any species of mental labour to which
who have read it once, to read it over a second is occasionally involved in a shining haze, he may have become familiar, is absolutely un.
time. We mean to do so ourselves. and so looks larger than it has any right to
available for promoting his design. There is do. The great defect of the book is the want nothing extrinsic or foreign in literature or of distinct and simple expression; the senti- / science; there is nothing difficult or profound Lights and Shadows of American Life.
Edited by Mary Russell Mitford. 3 vols. ments, when translated out of their demi- in the region of abstruse philosophy; there is philosophic dialect, are simple and distinct he will look upon as worthless, in relation to no habit of meditation, or of abstraction, which
Qua selections from these volumes are withenough. The beauty of the work consists the arduous and all comprehensive work of
out reference either to the interest of the in its charity, combined with decided opinions; leading the spirits of men into the path of truth. tale or the skill of the narrator, but excluin its sympathy with mind in various stages But, then, there are none of these acquirements, sively to the developement of American life of doubt and difficulty; its hope in the final none of these practised faculties, that he will for and character. The introduction of steamtriumph of good, joined to anxiety after efforts a moment regard in any other light, than as a
boats on the great rivers has put an end to for victory over evil. The author can hold means to the end which his soul has embraced. truth, and yet hold it in love ; he can "look To give honour to the Saviour of the world, and merly to navigate the keel-barges—they are
a wild, lawless class of men, who used forbefore and after," without leaving his stand
to lead to the arms of mercy the lost, is the well described in a tale called
work he has put his hand to; and he can please
The last of the Boatmen.
“Mike Fink may be viewed as the correct ing-ram against mind, as though religion
This is truth strikingly stated; and as we representative of a class of men now extinct, could only conquer by its reduction ; * the dwelt on the passage, the writings of Leigh- but who once possessed as marked a character carved work," which some would “break
ton, of Jeremy Taylor, of Hall, of Atterbury, as that of the Gipsies of England, or the Lazdown with axes and hammers," he would ra
of Barrow, and others, of earlier and later zaroni of Naples. The period of their existence ther preserve and consecrate-he would meadate, some of them even of nobler fame,
was not more than a third of a century. The sure the sanctuary with “a golden reed.” rose to our memory, at once in confirmation
character was created by the introduction of The time is come, when all who hold stricter and comparison. 'Saturday Night' is cer
trade on the western waters, and ceased with
the successful establishment of the steam-boat. religious opinions than their neighbours, or the tainly mainly calculated to benefit
“ There is something inexplicable in the fact, same religious opinions as their neighbours students
, but it contains much to interest the that there could be men found for ordinary with more strictness, are bound to be foremost reflective general reader. We make room
wages who would abandon the systematic but in all efforts after intellectual progressionfor a passage of this nature, a sketch of the
not laborious pursuits of agriculture, to follow both as regards themselves and their species. lowest order “ of an Asiatic empire”—would a life, of all others
, except that of the soldier
, In simpler phrase, every one making a pecuit were true of such empire only!
distinguished by the greatest exposure and priliar profession of religion, ought to be doubly
“ There is first its wretched and vilified class, vation. The occupation of a boatman was diligent in following Solomon's advice
upon which the superincumbent structure of the more calculated to destroy the constitution, and "Seek knowledge, and get understanding.” | crush it, and always to render life undesirable. ascending the river, it was a continued series
social system presses so heavily, as almost to to shorten life, than any other business. In On this subject, however, we shall do better The urgent wants of nature never provided for of toil, rendered more irksome by the snail-like to quote from our accomplished author :- beyond the present moment, the most abhorrent rate at which they moved. The boat was pro
" Although there may be found among us sustenance, furtively snatched from the dust; pelled by poles, against which the shoulder was now (in corners) persons of this same class while contempt, servitude, and pain, stand by placed; and the whole strength and skill of the (ingenious, illiterate, and fervent), whose cou- to embitter the insufficient meal! Shall these individual were applied in this manner. As rage, in matters of religion, costs them no ex. objects-these victims, these outcasts, know any- the boatmen moyed along the running-board,