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which he places it under his chin and left ear, (which I lobster might be supposed to make. His performance seems to listen intensely to its softest breathings,) and on one string, I look upon as a mere lour de force, an grasps it with his long, bony fingers, is very peculiar. object of vulgar curiosity, and would not mention it, He draws the bow over the strings with long sweeps, but for the story by which it is generally explained. It sometimes very gently, and at others as if he would was reported and generally believed, that he had sufcrush all beneath it. The effects which he produces fered a long imprisonment for having assassinated his are as various as they are extraordinary. Now exqui- wife. His sole resource was his violin, and having but sitely delicate and soft; then brilliant, animated and a small supply of catgut, as the story goes, in order to graceful; and at times wild, thrilling and unearthly; economize it, he learned to dispense with three of the he passes in rapid transition from one to the other. usual number of strings. This melo-dramatic tale, Sometimes you seem to hear the soft breathings of an added much to the curiosity and interest which he inEolian harp; then, the gay notes of a merry company; spired. People looked upon him with a mysterious anon waftings of heavenly music that call to mind, dread, as a sort of demon incarnate. He was perhaps the
devil who played for the sleeping Tartini. The magic " That undisturbed song of pure concent
artist never deigned to contradict the story, until walking Aye sung before the sapphire-color'd throne ;"
one day, on the boulevards of Paris, he saw in a shop terminating at last in
window, a picture representing bimself with a fiend-like “ Lamentation loud
countenance, plunging a dagger into the bosom of the Heard on the rueful stream,"
imploring Mrs. Paganini. He could not stand the such wailing sounds as startled the ear of Dante, when joke carried thus far, and accordingly addressed a letter he approached the gates of eternal misery.
to one of the public journals, declaring that there was Quivi sospiri, pianti ed alti guai
not the slightest foundation for the tale, and appealing Risonavan per l'aer senza stelle,
to respectable persons, who had known him from Perch'io al cominciar ne lagrimai,
infancy, for the truth of his averment. From this letDiverse lingue, orribili favelle,
ter, it appeared that he had been a musical prodigy Parole di dolore, accenti d'ira, Voci alte e fioche, e suon di man con elle,
from his infancy, and that his whole life had been Facevano un tumulto. Dante- Inferno: Cant. III.*
devoted to the cultivation of his divine art. In fact, he
had never been married. Little Miss Watson, who So clear and round are Paganini's tones that they seem
eloped with or rather to him, does not seem to have to proceed from an instrument stringed with glass. regarded him as a monster. The story however is Independently of his execution he possesses genius in founded upon a fact, which occurred in Italy, partially the highest degree, which seems to master and tyran- as represented, more than a century ago. I heard nize over his soul
. He is the mere instrument of the Paganini several times in Florence in the presence of spirit within. When executing his musical improvisa. the court and brilliant audiences, upon which he always tions, the expression of his eye becomes intense and fito produced the most extraordinary impression. ful, his frame shudders, and his arms and fingers act
There is nothing more remarkable than the difference with an apparently convulsive motion. He has then
in the musical talent and passion of nations. The the air of a galvanized corpsc. It is at these moments, English are perhaps the most unmusical of civilized he produces those wild, thrilling and tempestuous people. The French have more passion for music, but effects, which cannot be listened to without emotion too lihe national taste is a vicious one, and their language intense to be agreeable. A fierce demon seems to agi
worse adapted to it than any other cultivated congue. tate his frame, and it is when in this condition, that his The Germans, with scarcely an exception, have a proinstrument has been compared to a wild beast, which found musical passion and they excel all other nations in gnawing his vitals, draws from him those wailing instrumental skill. Their music is tender, romantic, and agonizing sounds. His appearance adds, not a rich and solemn. Mozart, Beethoven, Weber, and a little, to the effect of his extraordinary powers. Tall host of others, are composers of unsurpassed excellence. and gaunt, with a cadaverous face, sunken eyes of hec. But Italy is the very seat and throne of the musical tic transparency, hollow cheeks, and long, lank, dark empire. There, are found the greatest number of celelocks, falling down to his shoulders, he is an admirable brated composers, and thence come nearly all the great personification of that enthusiasm of which he is the singers. There must be something in the climate and victim. He is, or was, very much like the portraits 1 air very favorable to the voice, for when impaired in have seen of Irving, the mad Scotch preacher, who set other countries, it is often restored by a short residence all London in a ferment, some years ago. It is said in the mild region of Ausonia. Music, there, is a unithat such is the effect of his performance upon his ner-versal passion, and even the common people excel in it. vous, excitable temperament, that it often incapaci. I have often, in a moonlight night, followed groups of tates him for some days after. There is no affectation laborers, who were executing with fine taste, and admi. about him, but rather an awkward stiffness, and his rable unison, passages from the popular operas. I shall bow is so constrained and uncouih, that it has been dever forget the agreeable surprise I once experienced facetiously observed to be just such a reverence as a upon entering a silk manufactory in the neighborhood * Here sighs with lamentations and loud moans
of the royal residence of Caserta near Naples, ai finding, Resounded through the air pierc'd by no star,
perhaps a hundred neatly dressed peasant girls, seated That e'en I wept at entering. Various longues,
in rows in a large airy hall, all singing at their work, in Horrible languages, outcries of woe,
harmonious chorus, under the direction of a leader of iccents of anger, voices deep and hoarse With hands together smote that swellid the sounds
their own sex. It was a most charming spectacle, and Made up a tumult, &c.
strongly expressive of the national taste and passion.
TOUCHING TREES & TREE TOPICS.
J. L. M.
But I must stop, ere I have exhausted my subject, for fear of wearying my readers, if I have not done so already. These reminiscences must be pardoned for
“ Nobis placeant ante omnia sylvæ."-Virgil. their vagueness and inaccuracy, as years have elapsed since the impressions were made, and I have no notes Since my last article was written, where can any one to aid my memory. I must also crave indulgence for have lived in comfort, who had not trees to fly to for shelany erroneous use of technical terms, into which I may ter, against such heats as have prevailed? Oakwood has have fallen, as I do not pretend to be a connoisseur. been Eden all the while-Eden without a templer : yet
unlike the sacred garden, became decay-stricken, like every thing else decreed to man by Omnipotence. Even
now we see around us, as we course through the wood. THE LAND FAR AWAY.
lanes, on our evening and morning rides, a crimson oak leaf here, and there a yellowing maple. But what de.
licious sun-sets, and what heaven-sent breezes come There are bright homes mid bowers of deathless glory, in with this change of season! And then the fruits,
There are blue skies o'erbending them in love; that ripen by the same infuences which make sere the Sweet winds that never sighed round ruins hoary, foliage and gild the wavy corn-rigs,—the downy peach, Or sung the Autumn requiem of the grove.
the purple plum, the blushing nectarine, the crisp There are fair flowers by crystal waters springing, water-melon, and luscious cantelope. Is it not true That never bore the semblance of decay,
that Thomson, the seasons' poet, hath said, On the soft air their perfumed incense flinging,
"These are but the varied God ?" In a land far away! There on the mountain tops, the day declining,
Come, then, at the springing, the verdant, or the fallHath never caused a twilight shade to rest ! ing leaf, and you shall have a welcome in these woods. Each height, an allar to Jehovah, shining
What matters it when ? What saith Pliny ? With sunlike brightness o'er the vallies blest.
“Frutetis et arboribus dilapsa folia.” And there are dwellers in those scenes of gladness,
O'er whose pure being death can have no sway, And here, you can readily realize what he means. Yet Whose voices utter not a note of sadness,
is the fall only incipient as yet. The leaves dilapse but In a land far away !
here and there; the leaf of the lemon-clingstone is yel. Cherub and seraphim of glory, bending
lowing faster than the fruitage, and more brown oak With holy raplures at a throne of light;
leaves fall than ripening acorns. The sycamore is early Angels and saints their songs of triumph blending;
dying, and its foliage comes earthward with its loosenThese are the dwellers in that region bright.
ing bark; the seed-vessels of the acacia grow daily a And some have walked with us the path of sorrow,
deeper brown, and the white stems of the slender birches And felt the storms of many a wintry day;
shine more silverly among their yellow masses. An. But, oh! they wakened on a blissful morrow,
other month, and what wood-glory will be here! But In a land far away!
I will not anticipate it. When the time comes, I will
tell you of the gorgeous change; though I may see it And shall we weep for those to joy departed ?
painted in the forests of a more northern state. It will Or shall we mourn that they shall grieve no more?
yet be the same in all its features: and Nature is Na. Sick as we are, and sad and weary-hearted,
ture still, with all her thousand charms, view her where Shall we recall them from that blessed shore?
and when, and whence you may. See where they dwell-the forms we loved and cherished;
Two months only would I gladly spend in the city. From age, dim-eyed with hair of silver gray, To the fair babe that like a blossom perished
I am not so sylvan as to eschew every thing urban, and
forever. But I should sooner tire of town than country, In a land far away!
and am of the mind of Tacitus in this: “Nemora vero, Thou, best and dearest-ever-gentle mother,
(says he,) et luci, et secretum ipsum, tantam mihi affeWho soothed me in thy circling arms to rest, runt voluptatem, ut inter precipuos carminum fructus Stilling the cries which would have vexed another, numerem, qùod nec in strepitu componuntur.” By folding me with love upon thy breast
The forgetfulness of the noisy world, which the lover Green o'er thy grave for years the long grass sighing, of retirement soon finds occasion to experience,- I mean
Hath seemed to mourn above the mouldering clay, the oblivion into which he, not the world, passes, when But well I know thy spirit dwells undying,
he secludes himself from the latter,-is with many a In a land far away!
great bug-bear to scare him from the indulgence of a And He whose brightness suns and stars are veiling,
sylvan taste. He gains the greater good, however, Whose form once seen would blind our mortal eyes who gives up the town, and, with Horace, With Him who bore unmoved the scoffers' railing, And died to give us entrance to the skies
“Inter sylvas academi quæret verum." Father and Son and ever-blessed Spirit,
How beautiful Beattie expresses this preference, while There with their presence make eternal day! choosing a spot for his last pillow ! Oh! glorious are the homes the good inherit In a land far away!
“Let vanity adorn the marble tomb Philadelphia, October, 1838.
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown;
In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome,
Where Night and Desolation ever frown! Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown,
Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave : And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!”
Virgil, in his second Georgick, has the same idea. Listen to the liquid flow of the language in which it is conveyed :
“Rura mihi et rigui placeant in vallibus amnes,
Oh qui me gelidis in vallibus Hæmi
Sotheby has made four fine lines out of this,—but oh, how far short come they of the original! The “sylvasque inglorias,” and “gelidis in vallibus Hemi,”where are they? Here is the translation :
“Oh may I yet, by fame forgotten, dwell
But neither in foreign nor in mother tongue, neither in time of eld, nor by modern muse inspired, has any thing in this vein been written, like that which I am now about to transcribe, from a rare but rich old volume, (that I will not lend !) worth twice its weight in virgin gold. It is called “The Vow for Retirement,” and is from the pen of Anne, Countess of Winchelsea, who lived late in the seventeenth century. This exquisite effusion was written in the year 1695. “Grant me, O indulgent Fate!
Grant me yet, before I die,
'Mongst paths so lost, and trees so high,
That my unbroken liberty
Amid these thick-grown shades be found;
Scatters faint sun-light on the ground,
Spangling with diamond-points the gloom around, A holy, pleasing, melancholy gleam !
And never may the world invade
Through such windings and such shade !
None who their vain moments pass,
Only studious of their glass.
That common theme for every fop,
From the grave statesman to the shop,
No, never let the world invade
Through such windings and such shade ! * Courteous Fate! afford me there A table spread without my care,
With what my garden can impart;
Whose cleanliness be all its art. When of old, the kid was dress'd, (Though to make an angel's feast,)
In the plain unstudied sauce,
Nor truffle nor morillia was,
Courteous Fate! nay, give me there
Only plain and wholesome fare: Fruits may kindly Heaven bestow, All that did in Eden grow;
All-but the forbidden tree,
Would be coveted by me ; Grapes, with juice so crowded up, As breaking through the native cup,
Figs, yet growing, candied o'er,
By the sun, a tempting store, Cherries, with the downy peach, All within my easy reach ;
While, creeping near the humble ground,
Should the strawberry be found, Springing wheresoe'er I stray'd Through those windings and that shade. “ Give me there-since Heaven has shown 'Twas not good to be alone
A partner suited to my mind,
Solitary, pleas'd, and kind;
Slighting, by my noiseless side,
Fame and splendor, wealth and pride. When but two the earth possess'd, Then were happiest days and best ;
Nor by business, nor by wars,
Nor by aught that quiet mars, From each other were they drawn; But in some grove or flowery lawn,
Spent the swiftly-flying time;
Spent their own and Nature's prime,
When comes, at length, the closing hour,
Here may it find us in this bower,
And be the debt of nature paid
I think you will agree with me that that is as good, at least, as the average of the original poetical contributions to the Southern Literary Messenger.
In my last article, I took occasion to describe to you the scathing of a fine old oak by lightning, in the immediate neighborhood of Oakwood. I had not then met with the following beautiful lines, or I should have given them as appropriate to the subject. They are from a pen accustomed to coarser work,-that of no greater and more respectable, and, at the same time, no less notorious, a personage, than old “Dennis the Critic,and were written in the year 1695. The idea is noble and admirably sustained.
“Ages had seen yon deep-scathed oaks remain, The ornament and shelter of the plain :
With their aspiring heads they dared the sky;
ADDRESSED TO STUDENTS. Launched on their giant heads his forked fire,
Memoria excolendo augetur. Then, from their trunks, their mangled arms are torn, And, from their tops, their scatter'd glories borne. In limine, we beg of the youthful reader of the MesNow, on the heath, they blasted stand, and bare, senger, who for the sake of pleasure rambles through And swains, whom erst they sheltered, now they scare !" its pages, which like a pleasant parterre are stroen Adieu, for another month!
with the choicest flowers of literature, not to start back Oakwood, Va., Sept. 1, 1938.
J. F. O.
from the perusal of this article under the apprehension that it is to be very analytical or metaphysical ; on the contrary, even if we were endowed with the power of analysis, we would, for the sake of utility, make
our observations of a practical character. THE CURSE OF THE FORSAKEN.
We are no advocates of a born equality of mind, or
rather, in more correct language, as we think, of an Go! and when o'er thy faithless heart,
equality of mental susceptibility at birth, chiefly beThou traitor to thy vows and me,
cause we never yet saw a mother who believed it, and Joy flashes with a phantom's art,
her opinion is entitled to as much weigbi, as that of Like lightnings on a raging sea
the mere speculative philosopher, since she is capable Then turn and cast a burning thought
of letting herself down, of becoming herself once more On her whose wrongs thy doom have wrought. a child, for the purpose of conversing with and amu
sing the nascent mind of the infant pratler. The senses Forgive thee! yes! who stoops to hate
are the conductors of ideas to the mind, and without The viper that infests his path ?
their existence there could be no ideas; but the senses Its venom may our veins dilate,
do not act until birth; therefore anterior to birth there But cannot swell our souls to wrath :
is no mind, or rather no ideas as yet impressed upon it, Thou wert the viper to my rest;
and as the major includes the minor, or the whole the Thy fang—not malice-goads my breast.
part, of course no memory; but the inference that
is sometimes drawn from this, that every infant starts Forgive thee! yes! but never can
in life with a mental apparalus equally qualified for Self pardon self, for yielding trust
success, and that with the same system of culture it To one whose semblance was of man,
will always remain the same in every individual, is not But yet whose spirit was of dust ;
a fair inference, for each individual may commence Here !-take my pardon-let it fall,
his education with a different degree of susceptibility, The wormwood to thy cup of gall,
and it is immaterial to our purpose whether this differForget thee! would I could forget!
ence dates its existence anterior 19, at, or subsequent
to birth. Dr. Franklin and others, have compared the Alas, oblivion has no stream, Like storied Lethé, where lo wet
mind, before the receplion of ideas, to a blank piece of The heart, and it from shame redeem:
paper; now, it is evident that one individual may hare
a broader sheet or tablet than another, or, to use the It is, when woman once has fell,
technical language of the printers' art, one may have a Her curse to need no after hell.
more receptive, another a more tenacious paper. Again, But, thanks to memory's madd’ning torch,
in farther illustration, take two measures, one a bushel The flame that mocks me with the past
and the other a half bushel measure, both emply; Can pierce the future's misty porch,
though they be empty, they are nevertheless measures, · And tells a doom for thee at last;
and no person will say that because they are empty, While God upholds in Heaven his sway,
they have the same capacity. Sin stalks not here a thornless way.
However strong the argument may be against any
existence, or at least any exercise of mind before birth, Go! seek oblivion's iron hand,
it applies with still stronger force to the memory, for On earth's remotest shore-in vain !
memory relates to things past, and implies experience: Forever wilt thou bear the brand
how then can there be a memory of that which bas That seared the heart and brow of Cain: been neither heard, seen, touched, tasted nor smelled ? But Cain's remorse can never bow
There seems also to be less disparity in the susceptiThe soul of one so hard as thou.
bility or capability of memory, in different individu
als, than in any other mental function ; this appears I will not die—but cherish life,
probable from its very great degree of teachableness, As vestals watched their holy flame,
its quality of receiving mechanical or arbitrary helps, Till it shall soothe my frenzied strife
which indicate that it is less dependent on original conTo see mine buried in thy shame:
stitution for excellence, than its sister functions of mind. Then sink-'will be the sting of hell
It is related of Woodfall, the publisher of the Letters That we together there must dwell.
of Junius, that about the last quarter of the eighteenth Camden, s. C.
B. W. H. century, he reported the speeches delivered in the Bri
tish Parliament, from memory only. Mere auditors for, besides its use in eliminating his argument, it has have frequently been known to repeat correctly from to him still additional and important uses. Reason, memory long speeches, some time after they had heard stern and severe, perhaps acts the more important part : them. In Germany, a young Jew has brought his she presides at the helm; but memory stands by, a memory to such a degree of excellence, that he is now faithful servitor, and hands over to her the stubborn astonishing several of the European capitals by reci- statistics, the apposite quotation, and beautiful allusion ; ting from it the seven folio volumes of the Talmud, she never deserts her post, not even when he is in the from beginning to end, and afterwards from end to be most inflamed state of feeling or highest degrec of ginning. Indeed, whatever may be the speculations of mental exaltation, of which his mind is capable. She mankind on this subject, they act as if they believed kindles and strengthens with the orator's rising ardor, the truth inferred from the preceding paragraph, for until she seems to embrace upon her chart the whole whilst they resent, as an insulting imputation, any reflec- broad expanse of the past; and, gathering up almost tion on their other mental powers, because it would in- in one moment of inspiration the garnered wisdom of ply that God had given them less of these qualities more than six thousand years of experience, she prethan to other men, they not only receive good humor-sents it, to be wielded in the cause of truth and justice. edly any impeachment of their memory, but even Hence it is evident that of two orators, ceteris paribus, sometimes take a delight in railing against it themselves. the one who has the readier and better stored memory,
infer from the premises, that if memory do not will possess an immense advantage. Innumerable exexist anterior to birth; if the degree of its suscepti- amples might be adduced illustrative of this position ; bility or impressibility be the same or nearly the same we will, however, only refer to the case of an ex-presiin different individuals; if it be docile beyond the other dent of the United States, who frequently overthrows faculties, no person need despair of making his memory a finely constructed argument, or breaks the force of all that is desirable.
an eloquent appeal, by the quotation of a formidable We now proceed to vindicate the dignity and impor- array of authorities and stubborn facts from that inextance of memory in the intellectual system. It is not haustible treasury-his memory. our intention to resolve all or several of the compo It is a thought which we do not remember to have nents of mind into memory, but adopting the admitted seen prominently set forth, and one which may aid us truth that all the divisions of the states of which mind in placing a proper estimate upon this noble faculty, is capable, are closely connected with and dependent that it snatches from annihilation one third of the doupon each other, to show that if it be not the foundation main of time—the past ; but for it, we should be left slone, or the sustaining arch, it is something more than with the unsatisfying present, and the inexplorable an embellishment of the mental fabric, and as such can future. It is to this wonderful capability of the human not be neglected without greatly weakening that recip. mind, that we are indebted for whatever of wisdom or rocal and blended strength and beauty which the se. warning, virtue or valor, is afforded in the history of veral parts receive from each other. The prejudice the past, and which without it would have perished in against the importance of memory, and even the the very moment of their exertion. In vain for us, belief that a high degree of it is inconsistent with the would the inspired bard of "Scio's rocky isle” have strength of the kindred faculties, are not confined to arranged his thoughts in beauty, and uttered them in the ignorant, but have sometimes made their appear-music-in vain would the noble Socrates, the ken of ance in books of merit. The wise ancients thought whose mind almost supplied the want of revelation, not thus. They made Mnemosyne, or Memory, the bave invited us to virtue by his matchless colloquial elomother of the Nine Muses, or the arts, of which they quence, and the sweetly attractive current of his lifeare the presiding deities--the severe one of history, in vain for us, would the first Brutus, standing over the the stately one of the epic, the laughing one of comedy, corpse of beauty and chastity, for his altar, have utterand the weeping one of tragedy.
ed the first vow, and struck the first blow for rational
and regulated liberty-if tradition, the dependent offFelicesque vocat pariter studuque locique
spring, or rather another name for memory, had not Mnemonidas. Ovid, Lib. V., Fab. IV.
preserved the recollection of these events, until a writer Plato seems to make all knowledge consist in remem- arose, received the precious charge, and bequeathed it, in brance, and Diodorus Siculus ascribes to memory the perpetuity of possession, to all coming time. But for art of reasoning. An examination of the process of this conversion, this reproduction of the past, for the ratiocination will show that there is some truth as well wants of the present, it is evident we should be conas poetry in this latter opinion, viz: the reasoner pro- demned to a stationary state; but by its help, each sucposes to prove something which is commonly distant ceeding generation stands upon the heads of the precefrom his premises, and to do it by a series of arguments, ding, and by the elevation of their station command a which, as they are mutually connected and dependeni, more extended horizon, and see as much farther down are compared to the links of a chain. The danger is, the stream of time, as the one is higher than the other. that, in the ardor or confusion of the process, he may As the means of preserving materials for history, are so onit, transpose, or repeat some of the links; from this abundant at the present day, in exhibiting the connection nothing can protect him but memory, which sits by, a between tradition and memory, it is not intended to claim faithful prompter, and preserves to him the collocation for the former, that degree of importance which it had in which he has elaborated in his closet, or other circum. lhe infancy of society, when it was the most common and stances of leisure.
useful source of history. In tracing out this connection, If memory be so necessary to the mathematical or it is hoped we have avoided the inference of perfect philosophical inquirer, it is still more so to the orator; lidentity of the two. There seem to be several circum