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known to the vulgar crew of mere grumblers, that he belongs to a common genus, and it is only among this actors have sometimes a will of their own, and will not genus that Jones' forte lies. For low life, in all its differbe entirely swayed by the wishes of any particular ma- ent grades and phases,—whether in happy or adverse cirpager.
cumstances,—whether comic or grave,—whether a YorkBut now that we have seen what it is impossible shire clown or an Irish bog-trotter,—we are perfectly that the Edinburgh Theatre could be in the present state willing to rest content with STANLEY ; for we are satisfied of the stage, let us look for a moment to what it is. We that he yields but little to either Edwin or Rayner.have already said that it is a Provincial Theatre, and that We never thought PriTCHARD a great actor ; but it is neas such it must be judged. The question is, are its cessary that every provincial theatre should have a reperformances conducted in a style calculated to give a fair spectable actor of all work,—one who can turn with willestimate of the existing capabilities of the provincial stage, ingness and ease from tragedy to farce, from comedy to and are they such as, considering how dramatic matters melo-drama, and from opera to pantomime. We do not now stand, the Edinburgh public have a right to expect ? know where we could, in this respect, find a substitute We can see little difficulty in replying that they are ; only for Pritchard-certainly neither in Dublin nor Liverstipulating, that we shall be understood as speaking of pool.—Mason is often a very facetious old man; and be the company as it has existed for several years back, keep- makes, besides, an excellent starved apothecary, and a ing out of consideration one or two defections which have very mirth-exciting tailor.— In a Scottish theatre, nothing taken place towards the fag end of the present season,
could be more desirable than one or two actors who can and which there can be no doubt it is the manager's de- do justice to Scottish parts, and this desideratum is very termination fully to supply before the commencement of completely supplied in Messrs Mackay and Denham. It his next campaign. Did we see cause to entertain a mean is true, that the powers of neither of these deserving actors opinion of our stage, we should feel sore both for our- are limited to the delineation of national character; but it selves and other dramatic critics who have not scrupled, is in this department that they both excel. Sir Walter for a considerable period back, to bestow the best of their Scott, by linking Mackay's name with one of his own ini. abilities in criticisms, both on the pieces produced here, mitable creations, has unquestionably made the actor imand on the manner in which they were performed. We mortal; and we need only add, that all this performer's should feel sore, too, for the enlightened inhabitants of Scotch parts are delightfully true to nature, whether we this city, who have so long permitted themselves to be see him in “ Rob Roy,” in “ Guy Mannering," in “St gulled into an enjoyment of theatrical representations al- Ronan's Well,” in “ The Heart of Mid Lothian,” in together unworthy of them. It is true that a Cockney, “ The Fortunes of Nigel,” in “ Cramond Brig,” or in whose whole ideas of terrestrial grandeur vibrated between Mary Stuart.” Denham, in the same walk, is not inCharing Cross and Hyde Park Corner, might assure us ferior; and the Dandie Dinmont of the one is as firmly that our little Theatre was altogether contemptible; or a established in popular favour as the Bailie Nicol Jarrie very empty and conceited goose, dressed in a little brief of the other.— Though his voice is scarcely strong enough authority, by having it in his power to print nonsense to enable him to gain much eclat as a public singer, gratis, might wish to show his own inconceivable supe- THORNE possesses a cultivated taste, which secures our riority, by turning up the ugly point of his pedantic nose always listening to him with pleasure; and though we at our homely enjoyments; but we should be as much often wish that he could do more, we are sure to be safe amused by the Cockney's attempt at ridicule-poor thing! from the annoyance of his attempting too much. So long -as at the human frog's gigantic efforts to puff himself as he had Miss Noel's powerful support, together with into an ox. We should hand them both over to Donald the Miss Tunstall's still remaining assistance, we do not boxkeeper, advising him to administer to them a little of think we had any right to complain of the want of opethat wholesome chastisement, the application of which ratic force in the company. Miss Noel, it is true, bas would be facilitated had they the sense to wear kilts, and now left us; and her place has yet to be supplied. We the receipt of which might possibly send them back to might allude to more members of the establishment-estheir respective places of abode, wiser and better men. pecially to Mrs STANLEY and Mrs Nicol; but the list
We take a proper and honest interest in our own na- we have already given is sufficient to show that, for the tional Theatre, and should be sorry to see it traduced. performance of those pieces which are now the most poThis has never yet been done, so far as we know; and, pular-light comedy, melo-drama, opera, and farce,—than considering the bistrionic talent connected with it, the which, nothing else appears to go down—capabilities are task would be at once an unthankful and malignant one.
to be found in the Edinburgh Theatre of the most reIt is needless to repeat here what has been so often said spectable kind. We do not say that a better company already, and what is known and confessed in London no may not be found in London, but we do say, that a better less than in Edinburgh, that, as a comedian of most ex- company will not be found out of London ; and further, quisite finish and tact, the stage cannot boast of any per- that the Dublin Company, which, in proportion to the former superior to Murray, and we sincerely believe that, size of the city, ought to be better, is not so good. At in several of his favourite parts, it has none equal to him. the same time, as we have already hinted, we think Mr As a manager, we know it to be universally allowed Murray has a good deal to do, before he commences anoby his brother-managers, that his system is such as to se- ther season, in the way of repairing some holes which we cure a regularity like that of clock-work in all his green- could, at this moment, pick in his coat. To these we room arrangements, and to make it impossible that any have already alluded on a former occasion; and, trusting thing can go egregiously wrong, either before or behind that his own good sense will show him the propriety of the curtain.— The manager's sister, Mes Henry Sindons, our hints, we shall say nothing further of them at pre. does not appear to us to be destitute of faults as an actress, sent. but our own opinion coincides with what we know to be The Theatre closes this evening for about three months. that of the most talented female dramatist of the day, It is probable that it will re-open, towards the latter end of that there is no lady now upon the stage equal to her September, with the German Company who have been either for versatility or intensity of power. We are will recently performing in London, and who will bring out ing to admit, that between Mr Murray and his sister and upon this stage the original editions of the “ Freischutz,” any of the rest of the company, there is a considerable in the “ Zauberflote,” the “ Swiss Family," and other Gerterval ; but still much merit remains. For the fine gen- man operas. They are to be succeeded by Madame Vestris, tleman, and similar parts, we could desire no better per- who, we doubt not, will draw good houses ; and we are former than Jones. It is true that his personifications happy to be able to add, that Kean has promised to visit are seldom very varied, and that he rarely goes far out of Edinburgh about the same time. himself, as it were ; but neither does the fine gentleman ;
THE POET SHELLEY.
How sweet is death! no sorrow clouds the tomb ;
How still is death! no voice breaks on his rest ;There has recently been put into our hands a manuscript
How calm is death! no troubles there can come; rolume, which we look upon as one of the most remarkable
How fair is death! the sunshine of the bless'd ;literary curiosities extant. It is a poem in four cantos, by
Peace to the dead, whose souls are on the breast the late poet Shelley, and entirely written in his own hand.
Of their Redeemer. O! 'tis sweet to die It is entitled “THE WANDERING Jew," and contains many
When Jesus calls, with wearied hearts oppressid, passages of great power and beauty. It was composed up
The rough race run, serenely down to lie, wards of twenty years ago, and brought by the poet to
And feel the ebbing soul expand into the sky! Edinburgh, which he visited about that period. It has since lain in the custody of a literary gentleman of this
THE ROVER'S RETREAT. town, to whom it was then offered for publication. We
By Thomas Atkinson. have received permission to give our readers a farther ac- My stride is again on the deck of my bark, count of its contents, with some extracts, next Saturday; And my bark rides once more on the crest of the sea, and it affords us much pleasure to have it in our power to And I care not though round my track storm-clouds lour be thus instrumental in rescuing, through the medium of dark, the LITERARY JOURNAL, from the obscurity to which it While the breeze swells my sails thus with boisterous might otherwise bave been consigned, one of the earliest glee ! and most striking of this gifted poet's productions, the very | And I've learn'd, as the hurricane tempest hath swept, existence of which has never hitherto been surmised.
That to bend to the bounding is firmest to stand ;
And through my last peril as now I have stept,
Till my foot was as free as 'tis here,—on the land!
But when next the broad deck of the Osprey I leave STANZAS.
If it be not the guerdon of beauty to winFrom “ Eldred of Erin, or the Solitary ;" a MS. Poem May the billows that now my glad spirit upheave, by Charles Doyne Sillery, Author of “Vallery, or the Never greet my dull ear with their soul-rousing din; Citadel of the Lake.”
For the home of the Rover's the timber—where floats Tell me, ye midnight voices, where are they
The red flag of defiance to coward or churl; They who began life's pilgrimage with me?
And while these hold together, away with the thoughts Some are asleep in death; some far away
That would point to the hour when that banner we'll Beyond the billows of the boundless sea,
furl ! Never to meet but in Eternity!
Then her head to the wind and her breast to the wave, They are all severed— long forgotten—fled —
The bright west is before us, though clouds close be Like wintry leaves wind-scattered o'er the lea ;
hind! Time walked between with swift and silent tread, In one moon the warm waves of the tropics shall lave Making alike unknown the living and the dead.
The prow that now points from a shore so unkind. And yet mid them there smiled my earliest friends ;
But yet, ere its bleak cliffs night veils from our view, The sharers of my innocence and joy :
One look-but a proud one- -Old Albyn, to thee; Ah! how the rush of years to manhood tends
If we turn for a moment to bid thee adieu, Our purer, perfect pleasures to destroy!
In the next we'll exult in the cheers of the free ! Who would not wish again to be a boy?
LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. To tread the fields with light and bounding heart; When no rough blasts, no hardships could annoy : We are informed that a New Monthly Periodical is to be publishOur home our Heaven-simplicity our art ;
ed in September next, to be entitled, “ The Edinburgh Journal of When every various scene new rapture could impart. Natural and Geographical Science.” It will be conducted by an as
sociation of Naturalists, and is to embrace all the departments of Ah me! and those bright sunny days are gone ! Natural History and of Geography, both physical and descriptive; Their very memory warms my weary soul :
and while it will be quite scientific, it will at the same time be written Yet can they charm, though age apace comes on, in a popular style. To cut " the thread” and “ break the golden bowl.” We understand that the Rev. A. G. Carstairs, minister of Wester Yes; years must change, and fleeting seasons roll, Anstruther, is preparing for publication a volume containing the And I fall off, as I had never been,
whole of the Scottish Communion Service, according to the usual
form of the Presbyterian Church, including the services for the Fast. Hurried along to lingering life's last goal :
day, and the Saturday before and Monday after Communion. Yet shall I ne'er forget those days serene,
The Life of Herman Cortes, including a complete History of the The lovely long-lost hours mine infancy has seen !
Conquest of Mexico, and a faithful Account of the state of that EmLone be the place of my eternal rest;
pire at the time, and the Life of Francis Pizarro, with an Account of May no vain marble mock my mouldering clay
the Conquest of Peru, &c., by Don Tellesforo de Trueba y Cosio,
author of “ Gomez Arias,” “ The Castilian,” &c. are preparing for No " storied urn” weigh heavy on my breast,
speedy publication in Constable's Miscellany. To lore the passing Pilgrim from his way,
We understand that Mr Derwent Conway, whose works must be Or tell aught of the being fled for aye :
well known to our readers, and whoin we have the pleasure of rank. But when soft twilight steals o'er purpled skies, ing among the contributors to the LITERARY JOURNAL, is at present May some lone warbler lull me with her lay;
engaged with a poem, which will appear some time in the course of And while the pale flowers o'er my ashes rise,
the present year, to be entitled the Chronicle of the Flowers. May winds and waters mix in melody and sighs.
Observations upon the Condition of Negro Slavery in the Island
of Santa Cruz, and some Remarks upon Plantation Affairs; with a Oh! I do hate their vanity and pride ;
Notice of the Danish West India Islands, is announced. I'm sick of all man's ostentatious show:
The MS. note-books of the Rev. Gilbert White, the author of the Will not his empty pomp be thrown aside
Natural History of Selbourne, containing many curious observations When life hath ceased to burn_life's blood to flow? not hitherto published, are at present in the possession of Mr Murray, When the frail form is laid for ever low,
of Albemarle Street, who will issue in a few days a cheap and elegant Will man yet bear his folly to the grave ?
edition of that work. I would not have your chiselled scrolls—Oh, no!
The author of Reginald Trevor has a new novel in the press, en. O'er me alone let silent willows wave :
titled, Lawrence Mertoun, or a Summer in Wales.
A Life of Sir Walter Raleigh, by Mrs A. T. Thompson, authoress And take, my God in Heaven, take back the soul you of the Memoirs of the Court of Henry the Eighth, is announced for gave.
A poem, intended to recall to the attention of the public the son was not an absolute outrage on decency, it was, at all events, a very of Bonaparte, has just appeared in Paris. It is entitled, “ Le Fils de coarse and vulgar trick, and presents but a melancholy view of the rHomme," and has been seized at the instance of the King's Attorney. theatrical taste of the metropolis.-Drury Lane closes for the season
this day, and Covent Garden on the 21th. We are informed, by auGeneral. The Courier Francois is undergoing a prosecution before the Tri- thority on which we can rely, that the new plays which Mr Price,
the manager of Drury Lane, announced lately for next season, are bunal of Correctional Police of Paris, for an attack on public morals, the religion of the state, and the mode of worship legally recognized. from the pens of the late Mr Malurin, author of " Bertram," &c.,
and Miss Mitford, author of “The Two Foscari," "Rienzi," &c., In speaking of the picture of the King's Coronation, by Baron Ge
one by each.-As we have occasionally mentioned Miss Smithson rard, it had said, “The immortal picture of the Supper, those of the
somewhat harshly, we think it right to quote the following passage Transfiguration and of the Communion of St Jerome, will remain master works of art, even when Christian creeds will be completely from the letter of a London correspondent:-" I am sorry to see that
you select the harshest opinions of the London papers concerning Miss abolished, if their frail materials could last so long."
Proposals have been published, at Jassy, for a political and literary Smithson. There are many who estimate her highly; and one journal, in the Wallachian language, to be called the Wallachian Bec
. thing is certain, that however she might rank with Mrs Siddons or
Miss O'Neil, she is infinitely superior to Miss Phillips, Miss F. H. The editors express a hope that this journal may tend to the cultivation of a language spoken by four millions of people, and which de Kelly, or any other Miss or Madam on the boards of this great city,
as a tragic actress."—We see it mentioned in the Allas that Sontag rives its origin from the Romans.
The Marquis of Hereford, now residing in Rome, and a manif requires £350 per night to visit Edinburgh or Dublin! It is quite imcent patron of the fine arts, has purchased the famous Spada Pompey possible that Sontag can be such an idiot. The house here, at the for 21,000 Roman scudi, upwards of L.5100! This is the statue at fullest, does not hold one half the sum; and were she to ask £20 per the base of which Cæsar was assassinated in the Senate-house; and night, she would be asking a great deal too much. She is no doubt a besides the interest attached to it from this circumstance, it possesses very fine singer, but we have heard Pasta, Catalani, and Caradori, intrinsic value as a specimen of ancient sculpture.
and would not break our hearts though Sontag should retire forthEron MONTEM.—This ceremony, the object of which is to obtain with into some Hungarian solitude with her reputed husband, Count a collection for the head-scholar on the foundation, preparatory to
Clam.-Catalani is at Belfast, and Madame Vestris in Dublin.-Poor his removal for the university, by laying all the spectators and pas- Terry has had a stroke of paralysis, and is said to be dying. The sengers under a contribution, demanded as money for “ salt,” for Haymarket has opened in considerable force.-Although Denham's which a ticket is given, with the motto of “ Mos pro lege,” took place powers are certainly not equal to the doing full justice to Virginius,
he sustained the character with great respectability at his benefit on on Tuesday. It was witnessed by a large number of visitors, and produced a larger sum than on any previous occasion. The King Tuesday last.-Caradori, who delighted us so much in the "Beggar's sent a contribution of one hundred guineas.
Opera," appeared last night in “ Love in a Village," too late of course New High SCHOOL.- This fine building is to be opened, with all for any criticism of ours this week. She repeats the part this evening. due ceremony, upon Tuesday next; and a public dinner, commemo- - The new piece we announced last Saturday, -" Willie Armstrong, rative of the occasion, is afterwards to be given, at which the greater or Durie in Durance," -has been very favourably received, and depart of the literary talent of Edinburgh will be present.
servedly so. Its author is Dr Poole, who has no reason to be ashamed ParENOLOGY.-We observe that the sensation excited by Mr of his bantling, and who, we hope, will favour us next season with Stone's recent attack on Phrenology has not yet subsided, and that something still better; for, in writing for the stage, as in everything
else, practice makes perfect.-We have been much pleased with the the attempts made to rally by the Phrenologists have called forth a good deal of discussion in the public journals. We revert to the neat manner in which the Caledonian Theatre is now fitted up; but
we are sorry that we cannot speak very highly of the merits of moc subject simply to state, that after all that has been said boh pro and con, we remain fixed in our opinion, that Mr Combe has been de- of the performers. Mr C. Bass himself we have not yet seen; we cidedly unsuccessful in his “ Answer” to Mr Stone. At the same time hope he plays fully better than his better half. “Anne of Geierstein we think it right to mention, that one ingenious Phrenologist has is being dramatised for this Theatre. directed our attention to several weak points in Mr Stone's pamph
WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES. Jet, to which Mr Combe has not adverted, and to which we believe
June 13_19. Mr Stone would find it more difficult to make a “ rejoinder." We
SAT. cannot, however, give a place to any more controversy upon this
The Beggar's Opera, M. Tomkins, He Lies like Truth.
Mon. subject, because we do not conceive it sufficiently interesting to the
Do., f Heart of Mid-Lothian.
TUES. general reader. Talent may be elicited upon any subject under the
Free and Easy, & Cramond Brig.
WED. sun, and it certainly has been elicited upon Phrenology : but the
Rob Roy, f Willie Armstrong. soi-disant science is, at the best, a harmless delusion, and its dis- Thurs. Married and Single, Do., & Bottie Imp.
Love in a Village, f Gilderoy. ciples are trifling with a phantom.
THE NEW DIORAMA.- The Diorama of the Valley of Sarnen has been succeeded by a View of the Ruins of Holyrood Chapel by Moon
TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. light. It is by far the finest specirten of pictorial art and mechanical ingenuity in this department of painting which has yet been exhibit- “ REMINISCENCES of former days—My first interview with Si ed here. The illusion is perfect, and the effect quite magical. The
Walter Scott,"-by the Ettrick Shepherd, will appear in our next.
The learned and able reviewer of Dr Walker's Sermons has ou spectator is supposed to be in the interior of the Chapel, looking out upon the starry heavens through the ruincd window in the east. The best thanks: his communication will appear next Saturday.-Th moon is seen slowly rising, and her light tips with silver all the pro- interesting article on St Fillan's Spring is in types. - We re jecting points of the ruins, and, in the most enchanting manner, gret much that the tale of " Marina and Jacopo" is too long fo streams in among the mouldering tombs and pillars. Occasionally, our pages, but shall be glad to hear again from its talented Author clouds pass across its disc, or what a less romantic imagination might ess. The short article, by " A Friend," shall have a place. conceive to be a sudden puff of smoke from the Old Town. The ad- "Q. Q." of Glasgow says, “ Give me an answer next Saturday, al mirable manner in which the whole scene is managed cannot fail though it should be a very ill-natured one; I have very little pa strongly to impress upon the mind the many historical associations, tience.". We have a good deal, but it will cost us all we have, unles the brightest and the darkest in Scotland's annals-with which these “ Q. Q." pays the postage of his next letter : as he seems to be rathe Ruins are connected ; and thus, the exhibition not only delights the
a good sort of person, we forgive him this time. We have to than eye, but is calculated to produce a moral effect upon the mind. The
our Correspondent at Kırkaldy for his suggestion. introduction of some subdued and pensive music, executed by an un
The Sonnet, by our friend " G. H. G.” of London, shall have seen minstrel, is a great addition. The tout ensemble is so delightful, place in our next.-Our Leith correspondent shows very distinctio that we scarcely have it in our heart to object that the stars are too
that in his Pilgrim's Progress, Bunyan has in one or two instance large and brilliant, that too many of the first magnitude are crowded copied from Shakspeare.- The Scotch Ballad, beginning, within a certain space, and that they represent no known constella
« The crabbit auld farmer cam hame at e'en, tion; or that the moon, like most theatrical moons, is not quite
An'a sour an' grewsor e visage had he; round; or that the woman, standing motionless, with a lamp burn
The body a' day at the pleugh had been, ing before her, is an unnatural and disagreeable figure, We easily
An' he was as hungry as hungry could be," forgive these imperfections ; for, in the fascination of the scene, with is rather too coarse in some of its stanzas ; but we shall be glad t the gentle moon gliding through the air before us, and shedding her hear again from its author, who has a good deal of native humour an lovely light upon the walls, shafts, and shattered architrave, we for- ability about him.-We regret that the verses by "A. P.”—by" get that they exist.
N."-by" J. B."—and by “S. N.” of Inverness, will not suit us. Theatrical Gossip." The Beggar's Opera " has been performed at Several of our poetical friends must be content to wait a sho Covent Garden with the characters reversed, -that is to say, the male while longer, like Peris, at the gate of Paradise; but their time parts were sustained by females, and the female by males. If this coming.
EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL;
WEEKLY REGISTER OF CRITICISM AND BELLES LETTRES.
SATURDAY, JUNE 27, 1829.
call his poem LITERARY CRITICISM.
The Wandering Jew,” or “ The Victim of the Eternal Avenger.” Both names occur in the ma
nuscript; but had the work been published, it is to be THE POET SHELLEY-HIS UNPUBLISHED WORK, hoped that he would finally have fixed on the former, the “THE WANDERING JEW." more especially as the poem itself contains very little cal
The motto We now proceed to redeem the promise we made last culated to give offence to the religious reader. Saturday, to give our readers a more detailed account of on the title-page is from the 22d chapter of St John, this exceedingly interesting poem.
There can be little “ If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee? doubt that, with the single exception of Lord Byron, no
- follow thou me." Turning over the leaf, we meet with poet of our day has evinced a more strikingly powerful the following dedication :-“ To Sir Francis Burdett, and original genius than Shelley,—indeed, in so far as bart. M.P., in consideration of the active virtues by originality is concerned, he is probably entitled to claim which both his public and private life is so eminently disprecedency even of Lord Byron. Hardly, therefore, tinguished, the following poem is inscribed by the Author.” could there have come into our possession any literary Again turning the leaf, we meet with the euriosity upon which we should have placed a greater value than an unpublished work by the author of the “ The subject of the following Poem is an imaginary per“ Cenci;" for, much as we regret the fallacious and un- sonage, noted for the various and contradictory traditions happy principles which Shelley was induced to adopt, and
which have prevailed concerning him— The Wandering whose spirit he was too much in the habit
of infusing authenticity of this fact, the reality of his existence. But as
Jew. Many sage inonkish writers have supported the into his writings, we hesitate not to own the great ad- the quoting them would have led me to annotations perfectmiration we have ever entertained for his profound abi- ly uninteresting, although very fashionable, I decline prelities.
senting to the public any thing but the bare poem, which We have already mentioned that the whole of the ma- they will agree with me not to be of sufficient consequence nuscript of “ The Wandering Jew,” now in our posses
to authorize deep antiquarian researches on its subject. I sion—and which, we have every reason to believe, is the might, indeed, have introduced, by anticipating future events, only copy extant—is written in Shelley's own hand, and
the no less grand, although equally groundless, superstitions that it must have been composed about twenty years ago.
of the battle of Armageddon, the personal reign of J-CThis latter fact is sufficiently established by the date af- appear, retaining the old method of describing past events :
&c. ; lut I preferred, improbable as the following tale may fired to the Preface, which is “ January 1811;" and the it is certainly more consistent with reason, more interesting, Preface bears internal marks of having been written af- even in works of imagination. With respect to the omister the poem, which may therefore be set down as be-sion of elucidatory notes, I have followed the well-known longing to the year 1810. It is, consequently, in all maxim of Do unto others as thou wouldest they should likelihood, the very earliest production of Shelley's pen;
do unto thee.' for that wild and astonishing poem,
“ January, 1811." Queen Mab,” was not written till 181l, and was not given to the public
The poem introduced by the above Preface is in four till 1815. In 1811, Shelley was only eighteen, and he cantos; and, though the octosyllabic verse is the most himself , writing from Pisa in 1821, says,—“ A poem, prominent, it contains a variety of measures, like Sir
The incidents are entitled Queen Mab, was written by me at the age of Walter Scott's poetical romances. eighteen, I daresay in a sufficiently intemperate spirit," simple
, and refer rather to an episode in the life of the Seco . It thus appears, that “ The Wandering Jew"
must Wandering Jew, than to any attempt at a full delineation have been written when the poet was only seventeen, and of all his adventures. We shall give an analysis of the when his talents were entirely unknown. It may pos- plot, and intersperse, as we proceed, some of the most insibly have been offered to one or two booksellers, both in teresting passages of the poem. It opens thus, in a strai London and Edinburgh, without success, and this may of subdued and tranquil beauty: account for the neglect into which the author allowed it
“ The brilliant orb of parting day to fall, when new cares crowded upon him, and new pros
Diffused a rich and a mellow ray pects opened round him. Certain it is, that it has been Above the mountain's brow; carefully kept by the literary gentleman to whom he in- It tinged the hills with lustrous light, trusted its perusal when he visited Edinburgh in 1811, It tinged the promontory's height and would have been willingly surrendered by him at Still sparkling with the snow; any subsequent period, had any application to that effect And, as aslant it threw its beam, been made. A poem written by a lad of seventeen would, Tipp'd with gold the mountain stream in most cases, possess little attraction ; but when it is re- That laved the vale below. collected that the same individual produced “ Queen Long hung the eye of glory there, Mab” at eighteen, and afterwards, during his brief career, And linger'd as if loth to leave stored in the very first place of intellectual superiority, the A scene so lovely and so fair, case is altered, and the primitiæ of such a mind become 'Twere there even luxury to grieve; perhaps still more interesting than its most matured ef- So soft the clime, so balm the air,
So pure and genial were the skies, fr Shelley appears to have had some doubts whether to In sooth 'twas almost Paradise,
For ne'er did the sun's splendour close
Or a distant waterfall,
And ceased her babbling call. With every charm the landscape glow'd Which partial Nature's hand bestow'd ; Nor could the mimic hand of art Such beauties or such hues impart.
“ Light clouds, in fleeting livery gay,
Upon the western sky;
For the vintage time was nigh;
They thrill to amorous ecstasy, Light as the dew-drops of the morn That hang upon the blossom'd thorn, Subdued by the pow'r of resistless Love.
“ Ah! days of innocence, of joy,
Haste on,—ye roseate hours,
Your pathway strewn with flowers,
And sin's eternal winter reign around.” Amidst the sights and sounds of the scene thus described, a traveller is seen descending the hills in the vicinity of Padua. He is attracted by the tolling of a convent bell, and seeing a crowd assembled at the gate, he enters, along with others, the convent chapel, after the sun has already set and vespers are over : “ Dim was the light from the pale moon beaming,
As it fell on the saint-cipher'd panes, Or, from the western window streaming,
Tinged the pillars with varied stains.
In each dusky recess of the aisle,
O'er the coignes of the pillar'd pile ;
In airy lightness rose;
And exquisite tracery disclose." A young novice is about to take the veil, or rather, it is about to be forced upon her. She is thus spoken of :
“ Light as a sylph's, her form confest,
A perfect grace and symmetry;
Or beam with sensibility,
A silent eloquence of woe;
And now she beat her bosom bare,
As pure as driven snow.
In purest white array'd;
Of the devoted maid." Just as the ceremony is about to be performed, the intended victim, by a sudden impulse, throws herself among the crowd, and rushes from the chapel. The stranger, who has already felt interested in her fate, flies to her assistance, catches her in his arms, and bears her away through the gathering twilight beyond the reach of pursuit. A storm comes on; they seek shelter, and briefly inform each other who they are. The nun's name is Rosa, and the stranger is Paulo—the Wandering Jew. They conceive, strangely enough, a sudden affection for each other, and the first canto closes with the expression of Rosa's consent to share the future fortunes of Paulo. It is curious to observe, before proceeding to the second canto, that, in illustration of something said by Paulo, Shelley quotes, in the margin, the following line from Æschylus, so remarkably applicable to his own future fate,
θανοντος γαια μιχθητο πορι.” In canto second, we are introduced to Paulo's castle on the banks of the Po, where he lives in deep retirement with Rosa, visited only by Victorio, an Italian of noble birth, who resides in the neighbourhood. Some bold and vigorous descriptions of Alpine scenery follow. But it is evident that Paulo is not happy, and he spends a wild, uneasy life:
Strange business, and of import vast,
Drew Paulo oft from home;
And o'er his features roam.
And heard the wintry wild winds rave
Midst the roar and spray of the dashing wave,
It glared with terrific gleam,
As, conjured by feverish dream,
Would bid him calm his grief,
And give his soul relief.
The ministering angel hung,