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primis, it acts like oxygen gas on the system of the performer, rapidly increasing the circulation, and communi. cating, even to the fair sex, a manly developement of muscular energy, indicated by the vigorous stamp of the foot, according to the ancient adage, ex pede Herculem. It increases remarkably the power of vision, as is evident from the expansion of the pupil, and the brilliant sparkling of the iris. But its action on the moral powers is still more valuable. It imparts a wonderful acuteness in the perception of character, so that those faults of the scoldee, which had formerly been impenetrable to the mental eye, now stand forward in prominent relief, for him that scoldeth to read. It is absurd to argue, that such faults may be entirely imaginary creations of the scolder. Is it to be denied, that his more refined optics, “ in a fine frenzy rolling,” may pierce those darker recesses of our moral frame, that are impervious to the common gaze, and give, to what may heretofore have been

airy nothings," a " local habitation and a name ?” If, then, a vast majority of human follies confessedly proceed from an inability to appreciate the faults of our companions, how invaluable must be that talisman which the scolder possesses! He has only to subject a given individual to his favourite discipline, and, presto, his once invisible failings are conjured up in dread array, under the ghastly light of circumstantial evidence, more than sufficient to sway the susceptible mind of a juryman. Again, this exercise of the tongue fortifies the virtue of perseverance amidst obstacles. It is well known, that any attempt of the scoldee to recriminate, or even to defend himself, only serves to call down a heavier infiction of eloquence on his devoted ears. By virtue of the judicial infallibility which doth hedge the scolder, his case is, as a matter of course, prejudged. To endeavour to prove an alibi, or bring evidence of character, is but an insane contempt of court, which inevitably leads to one sole result,—that of enhancing the punishment. Such babitual practice of the virtue aforesaid, cannot fail to benefit the scolder on the received principle of-perseveranti dabitur.

But, while this operation is so beneficial to the agent, it is, perhaps, no less so to the patient operated on. It invigorates, by exercise, the virtues of patience and resignation. A philosophic estimate of his position, in which the usually detached acts of indictment, trial, conviction, sentence, and execution, are simultaneously blended, and compressed into a single scene, must convince him, that any resistance to the presiding genius of that scene would be to dam the mountain-torrent with a cobweb. A faint hope, too, may intervene, that his meek, resigned demeanour, may soften the stern organ, from which his fate is issuing with such resistless explosion. Besides, it accustoms him to appreciate the importance of occasional taciturnity. When he witnesses, too, that display of eloquence, which he can never hope to equal, he learns a modest diffidence in his own powers of oratory.

We have hitherto limited our views to what may be called scolding-singular, in which only one party scolds, the other being merely the scoldee. But it cannot be doubted that scolding-dual is infinitely superior in its advantages to each party, who now combines the characters of scolder and scoldee in one contemporaneous union. The exercises of patience, resignation, and taciturnity, are indeed now excluded; but, in lieu thereof, the far nobler virtue of emulation is called into play,—that virtue to which every thing sublime in the developement of humau character is referable. But the discussion of this, and the remaining variety, namely, scolding-plural, must “ be left as the subject” of another paper, in which this interesting, and bitherto untrodden path of enquiry, shall be illustrated by characteristic sketches.


Away! away! my fancy goes

Like wild-deer up the mountain's side, Fleetness and strength in every limb,

And on its antler'd brow of pride The beauty of a crowned king;

And ye may mark that regal crest Along the high cliff's pathless ridge

Where the proud eagle builds his nest, And nothing living ventures near, Save the wing'd bird, and dauntless deer.

Away! away! my fancy goes

Like star that shoots through boundless space, And leaves a sparkling train behind,

By which alone its course you trace, A star let loose from Nature's law,

Whose fate no tongue shall e'er rehearse,
The chainless spirit of the sky,

The wanderer of the universe !
Away! away! as fleet and far,
My fancy tracks that shooting star.
But the bold sea-bird has its home

Upon some well-known sea-girt isle ;
The broad stream through its devious course

Flows to the ocean all the while;
The wild-deer rests him through the night

Within some green and leafy glade;
The shooting star at last must come

To Him by whom its light was made ;
And, Juliana! still to thee
My fancy turns, where'er it flee.
It loves full well the venturous flight

Of which the meaner soul ne'er dreamt,
It loves full well the dizzy height,

Which feebler natures dare not temapt ; But better loves it far to dwell.

With thee; its wild aspirings o'er, Like wearied wave from ocean's swell,

That rippling comes to kiss the shore, With thee, dear girl, in love and rest, Dreaming soft visions on thy breast !

H. G. B.


By George Allan. I will wake my harp when the shades of even

Are closing around the dying day,

When thoughts that wear the hues of heaven

Are weaning my heart from this world away,

And my strain will tell of a land and home

ToBonny Dundee,or any tune that fits it better. Which my wandering steps have left behind, Where the hearts that throb and the feet that roam

Oh, dule on the day I adventured to marry !

For wedlock is no what I took it to be ;
Are free as the breath of their mountain wind.

And neither, in troth, is my ain gallant Harry
I will wake my harp, when the star of vesper

The lad I supposed when he caught my young ee : Hath open'd its eye on the slumbering earth, He seem'd o' gude nature the very quintessence, And not a leaf is heard to whisper

His words were like hinney new fa'n frae the kame; That a dewdrop falls, or a breeze hath birth, We're married, wae's me! and I'm bound to keep silence, And you, dear friends of my youthful years,

But a something aye whisper'd I shouldna leave hame. Will oft be the theme of my lonely lay, While a smile for the past will gild the tears

My curse light on novels, and aught that imposes That tell how my heart is far away.

On youth's glowing fancy_they've poison'd my brain ;

They throw over Nature a mantle o' roses, I will wake my harp when the moon is holding

Too fine to be worn in the breeze or the rain; Her star-tent court in the midnight sky,

They bid ye be happy, ye sigb to get buckled ; When the spirits of love, their wings unfolding,

Is bliss to be found but in wedlock's gay team ? Bring down sweet dreams to each fond one's eye ;

Ye bow to the yoke, and nae sooner ye're shackled, And well may I bail that blissful hour,

Than“ Fareweel, delusion ! adieu, my sweet dream !” For my soul will then, from its thrall set free,

That horrid name “ housewife!" what lady can bear it? Return to my own loved maiden's bower,

How teasing the duties, and so ungenteel ! And gather each sigh that she breathes for me.

The kitchen, oh fie! I wad never gang near it, Thus, still, while those pensive hours are bringing

Wer't no for the clavers the lasses reveal : The feelings and thoughts which no lips can tell, Things gang topsy-turvy, and Harry maun bletherI will charm each cloud from my soul by singing

“ This boarding-school rust, my love, never will do; Of all I have left and loved so well.

I see ye ken naething-mair shame to your mither :" Oh! Fate may smile, and Sorrow may cease,

The gowk! I could see him right far, ye may trow. Bat the dearest bliss we on earth can gain, Is to come, after long sad years, in peace,

But what's waur than a', be I e'er sae unhappy, And be join'd with the friends of our youth again!

'Tis said to be wrang my distresses to tell ; I spak to my mither, she ca'd me a tawpie

Sae I've naething for't now but to greet to mysell.

Ye lasses accomplish'd, tak heed that ye study
By R. Shelton Mackenzie.

Some things worth the kennin' afore ye be wed;

Nor think, after marriage, to ape the fine Lady,
That eye, which, wild as the gazelle's,
Now brightly bold, or beautifully shy,

Lest many a saut tear, like Jessy, ye shed.
Wins as it wanders, dazzles as it dwell.


OR! what a world of breathing love there lies
In the blue beauty of thy lustrous eyes,-

A LETTER FROM HENRY SEWELL STOKES, AUTHOR OF THE Beaming at once a language and a spell,

LAY OF THE DESERT. Like memory of music once loved well,

To the Editor of the Edinburgh Literary Journal. Like clouds that tint the summer's gorgeous skies !

London, July 2, 1830. And soft emotions, impulse-wing'd, arise

SIR, It is not for the Author of the “ Lay of the Desert” to conAll that the heart can feel, and dares not tell,

travene the critical authority of the Edinburgh Literary Journal ;' While on such looks Love's keenest weapons dwell; the propriety is no more to be doubted than the elegance of the For a sweet power—the quick electric spark

observations in the number of that periodical for Saturday last, in Of mind-outflashes from their lashes dark.

reference to the said author and his work :-“ It is a melancholy

fact, that some men will think themselves poets, though they are no I would gaze on them, but I turn away,

more poets than chin-choppers. Mr Henry Sewell Stokes is one of (Like one who on the powerful lord of day

this kidney." Should Mr Stokes be inclined to substitute the word Ventures presumptuous glance,) their dazzling light “ critics" for “ poets," and that at all in allusion to the Editor of Would strike the gazer blind.-- Why are thine eyes so the Edinburgh Literary Journal, the insolence could not but be apbright?

parent and insufferable—that is, to all those (would it to any but

those ?) whose oracle of taste the periodical in question is. Birmingham.

The elegance and propriety of the censure has already been no

ticed ; the humour is not less remarkable. The falling of the wig SINGLE BLESSEDNESS.

in the thunder-storm is truly ludicrous.

Bowing with all due deference to the mustachoed critic,* Mr To the Editor of the Edinburgh Literary Journal. Stokes addresses him with the object of having set right a mise [S12 - I was much struck with the good sense of A LADY who

quotation, which, of course, arose not from will but inadvertency, srites under the above title, in last number of the Journal. Assu

though it is wonderful how frequently misquotations the most ridiredly, Mr Editor, there is great scope for improvement in FEMALE

culous occur in adverse criticism :-for the “unwieldy tear,“ supPUTATION among all ranks-more especially among the daughters posed to have been stied on the death of Canning, by the as much of gentlemen farmers and tradesmen, who have, at the best, nothing chin-chopper as poet, will you, Mr Editor, please to let it be “unhigher to expect than decent “ matches" in their own very respect

willing tear," and so let it appear in the next Number of your most able station. In this class of society, the ornamental has been so

invaluable Literary Journal, and thereby add to the obligation almuch cultivated of late years, to the neglect of the substantial and

ready conferred by your notice, on your very humble servant,

HENRY S. STOKES. practical, as to give an honest yeoman occasion to make a remark which spoke volumes,“We've really a hantel o' Leddies now-a

P.S. Your Journal, I perceive, offers " freedoin to him that would dars, Lord kens whare a' the Lauds are to come frae that will marry

write;" but that its pages are so precious, perhaps this epistle might them! -The following “ Sang" was written fourteen years ago,

ind a place upon them. and was sung to Mr Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, a year or two

(We are happy to give a place “upon" our pages to the epistle of thereafter, at a dinner given to him, along with the freedom of our

Mr Henry Sewell Stokes. It has afforded us great amusement, and dacient burgh of Giandercleugh. The Shepherd observed, " I have will no doubt be equally enjoyed by many of our readers.-Ed.) heard mony a waur sang than that, and a deevilish deal waur sung; • Mr Henry Sewell Stokes has no doubt some mysterious meaning it has a moral in't, forbye."-Ever your obedient servant,

in the strange word “mustachoed," which to us is unintelligible.JED. CLBISHBOTHAM.) ED.

THE MAGAZINES FOR AUGUST.-Blackwood has published a from first to last, been locked up, and only shown to their owners by double Number, in which there are several able articles, particu way of conferring an immense favour, has puzzled and damped the larly the review of Sir Thomas Lauder Dick's work on the floods, ardour of almost every institutional writer. It could be wished that the Origin of the Fairies, by the Ettrick Shepherd, and the Noctes a parliamentary enquiry should be instituted on this subject, as the Ambrosianæ.-Fraser is less personal than formerly, and consequent custodiers of the papers are perhaps not to blame in at present ad. ly more respectable, yet withal a little dull.—The New Monthly for ing as they do. The French government sumishes an example of August is so very like the New Monthly for July, that we are not splendid generosity, or rather justice, in permitting the freest unpaid quite sure which is which. Why does not the New Monthly take a investigation into archives and books suited to the purposes of litelesson from us, and study variety ?-The Monthly is nearly as good rature; and it is a pity that in this country the rights of the people, as Mr Baylis can make it, which, we regret to say, is not altogether quoad public establishments, are still so undefined.-Chambers' Book good enough.—The Family Magazine continues to be a safe and of Scotland. creditable production.—The United Service Journal is a periodical CHIT-CHAT FROM LONDON.-His Majesty is sitting to Chantry not unworthy the high character belonging to the British army and for his bust, as a model for a new coinage.-A new coach, loyally navy.-La Belle Assemblee contains a portrait of one of the female

named after the Queen, has begun to run, of which the announce nobility, four coloured figures, and “contributions from writers who ment is whimsical enough, being as follows :-" The Queen Ade have distinguished themselves in the world of letters.”

laide! starts from the King's Arms every morning at eight o'clock." Mr St John announces a new work, under the title of the Anatomy -The weather has been very hot, the town is getting very empty, of Society.

and the Westminster and City elections have been settled without Mr Hazlitt is about to publish a series of Conversations on various any contest in the course of a forenoon. subjects of Art and Literature, including those he has held with the CHIT-CHAT FROM DUNDEE.-It has been matter of marvel to the venerable academician, Northcote.

numerous readers of the Literary Journal in Dundee, that a corner We understand that Sir Walter Scott's forthcoming work on De is not occasionally allowed them, as well as the far-away inhabitants monology will appear in the form of a series of letters addressed to of Oban. The Dundee people are not a people to be despised. Though his son-in-law Mr Lockhart.

some persons, that shall be nameless, have been rather severe Boch Another fashionable novel is in the press, to be published under the on our philosophers and poets, we are nevertheless possessed of much name of Mothers and Daughters.

shrewd sense, and are not to be sneezed at with impunity. Nor is The second volume of the Juvenile Library is to consist of Histori. educațion behind among us, for we have infant schools and jurecal Anecdotes of France.

nile academics of all sorts, albeit somewhat addicted to burgh poli. A geographical and topographical work on the Canadas and the tics, harbour bills, and steam projects. We are going to build a new other British North American Provinces, with extensive maps, by high school, and it would be a very desirable thing if soine EdinLieutenant-Colonel Bouchette, the Surveyor-General of Lower Ca- burgh architect could give us, along with a good plan, a good sile. nada, is in the press.

We cannot agree upon this subject at all. But as my present epistle An historical sketch of the Danmonii, or ancient inhabitants of is merely introductory, and by way of seeing whether you are disDevonshire and Comwall, by Joseph Chattaway, is announced. posed to take the hint of attending a little to Dundee affairs, I shall · The Book of the Seasons, by William and Mary Howitt, is nearly

reserve the rest of my information for a future opportunity. ready.

Theatrical Gossip.-Lalande, who has not been the fashion in The eighth volume of Dr Lingard's History of England, which London, had a very poor benefit at the King's Theatre a few nights will bring down the work to the epoch of the Revolution, is now in ago. At the Haymarket, a farce, called " Honest Frauds," from the the press.

pen of a Mr Lunn, and at the Adelphi Theatre a "dramatic foolery Dr Jamieson announces the Elements of Algebra, designed as an -a new term-called “ Pop, or Sparrow-shooting," have been Introduction to Bland's Algebraical Problems.

brought out successfully.--Leopoldina Neumann, a child just tevi EDINBURGH ACADEMY.—The public examination of the young years of age, has been delighting the cognoscenti at Vienna with her men attending this Institution took place on the 30th of July. We inimitable performances on the violin.-Beeches and other forest have since had an opportunity of looking over the prize list, and the trees have been introduced in propriis personis on the stage at various English and Latin exercises, in prose and verse. They ap. Vienna and Berlin, and have given great satisfaction, it is said, to the pear to be alike creditable to the teachers and pupils. The gold spectators, both by their fragrance and by their looking fully as well medal in the seventh and highest class was gained by Mr John Mur as those executed by the scene-painter. The celebrated Elephant ray, whose classical attainments must be of the first order. In the is at present performing at the Caledonian Theatre here. We have sixth class, Mr W. S. Daniel distinguished himself as a young poet seldom met with a more amusing specimen of managerial eloquence of much promise. Judging by the specimens that have been printed, than the following, which we copy from one of the play-bills :his English verses are greatly above mediocrity. We are happy to “ Triumphant success of the Elephant of Siam, which was received understand that the Academy, under the able saperintendence of the last two nights with acclamations never exceeded in the walls of a the Rector and other Masters, continues to prosper in no common theatre. Indeed, it is impossible to convey an idea of the magical degree.

effect the wonderful performance of the stupendous Elephant pruMATHEMATICS AND THE LANGUAGES.Our readers will find an duced ;, the dresses, decorations, and the paraphernalia, are on all advertisement in to-day's Journal from Mr Johnston, announcing his hands admitted to present a coup d'eil unexampled in the annals of intention to give private instructions in Edinburgh in Mathematics the Scottish drama. The splendid and gorgeous drama was received and Languages. We can confidently recommend Mr Johnston w with shouts of applause, and the termination of the second act with their patronage and attention. We have had opportunities of ascer.

three cheers. The sagacity and docility (unattended with coercion taining his enthusiasm as a student of science and languages: and we of any kind) of the talented and colossal Mademoiselle d'Jeek fully are aware that, besides Latin and Greek, he has a more than com. entitles her to the appellation bestowed on her in Berlin, Moscow, petent acquaintance with French, Spanish, Italian, and German. Paris, and London, of the Wonder of the Age." We have also seen testimonials of the most honourable kind regarding his character and general abilities. We may farther add, that, under the signature of Loria, Mr Johnston has contributed several ingenious and clever articles to the Literary Journal. We have little

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. doubt that who avail themselves of his assistance will have good “ JUDGMENT Cliff" is in types. We are afraid that the tale enreason to be satisfied with their progress.

titled “The Early Doomed,” is too long for our pages.- The paper STATE PAPERS OF SCOTLAND-Though, from untoward circum on “ Ærolites, or Meteoric Stones," is more adapted for a Scientibe stances, the State Papers of Scotland, and other documents having a than a Literary Journal ;-the author's views are corroborated by connexion with the chief institutions in the country, are of a modern those of Murray, in his " Treatise on Atmospherical Electricity." date, in comparison with the records which slumber in the repositories “ The Anecdotes by G. T. N." of Aberdeen will not suit us.-We of the Tower, the Roll's Court, the State Paper Office, or either of the shall be glad to attend to the commission of our correspondent in St two English Universities, they might, nevertheless, be of immense ad Andrews. vantage, if freely exposed to the examination of historians, and others " A Tale of the Carnival,” by our friend in Birmingham, shall whose literary tastes lead them to search for authentic information have a place if we can possibly find room for it. We shall not overamong materials so pregnant with matter for amusement and in look the communications of our poetical friends in Forfar, Cupar struction. At present, none but very favoured individuals are per. Fife, Glasgow, and West Houses. The“ Sabbath Landscape," and mitted to mine in such a rich quarry. The fountain of knowledge “ Thoughts on my Bridal Night," may perhaps appear when we is shut: little else is exhibited of the books but their backs; and, next put on our SLIPPERS. —The author of the various translations but for the empty boast that the nation possesses the archives we from the German, Italian, and other languages, has our thanks; we mention, they might almost as well be not in existence. While those shall make use of some of them ere long.--We regret that we shall records applying to private property are laid open for money, those not be able to make room for the following pieces : -" The Chrisreferring to governmental policy, or similar subjects, are preserved in tian Mother's Lullaby,"-" The Genius of Scotland, 3 Vision," dignified seclusion. Why this is the case we do not know. The “ The Sailor's Children,"_" The Flooded Findhorn," by " M. F. reason why the public papers in the different offices, both in Eng- B.” of Forres,—" A New Sang till ane Auld Tune," by "0. P. p." land and Scotland, (those in the British Museum excepted,) have, of Inverness, and the two Ballads by " V. H." of Dumfries.

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gil, Petrarch, Raphael, Tasso, and Alfieri.
brought into immediate communion with the glorious

dead. We tread their favourite haunts; we are surFifty-Six Engravings illustrative of Italy. A Poem. By rounded by the same fair objects their souls loved ; we Samuel Rogers, Esq. London. Jennings and Chap

can scarcely refrain from expecting to see their forms lin. 1830. (Unpublished.)

crossing us at every turn. Let us depart then this inPompeiana, or Observations of the Topography, Edifices, stant for Italy, if not in the body, at least in the spirit,

and Ornaments of Pompeii. By Sir William Gell, and leaving behind those thunders which, as we write, F.R.S., &c. New Series. Parts 1, 2, 3. London. shake our walls, and that rain which is lashing without, Jennings and Chaplin. 1830.

let us range through sunny fields, conversing with the

mighty spirits who still sway the moods of men. What “ The fatal gift of beauty !" Fatal indeed, rich Italy, better guides can we ask for such a journey, than those for it has lared the spoiler now from the icy shores of whom we have selected ? There is Rogers, the patriarch the Baltic, and now from the sunburnt deserts of the of our age's poetry—amiable, accomplished, tasteful, and south. The fierce Arab and the rude Goth, in their not deficient in power. There is Stothard, the Rogers eagerness to lay hold of so fair a portion of the earth, have of painting. There is Turner, daring and original, over met upon their encountering paths, and contended for whose faults no one could exult with a senseless triumph, possessions amid the flames of cities, and over the bodies unless incapable of feeling his power. Though last, not

In their rude grasp, the delicate and fragile least in our dear love, there is “ classic Gell.” In galexistence of beauty was laid low. Yet, spiritual and eter- lant company we set out for the land of song and paintnal in her essence, she parted to re-unite ;-like the air, ing, and invite all who love the sunny sparkle of its she closed again behind those intruders, who rushed reck- waters, to make one of our party. And, lo ! already we lessly through her; and while barbarian after barbarian are in Switzerland, and thus speaketh Rogers :has passed from the earth, as though he had never been,

“ Who first beholds those everlasting clouds, her presence still rests upon, and diffuses a charm over,

Seed-time and harvest, morning, noon, and night, her own land. Yes, Italy, thou art still Beauty's home!

Still where they were, steadfast, immovable; Fenced from the bleak north by the circling rampart of Who first beholds the Alps that mighty chain the mighty Alps, rising in green and undulating loveli Of mountains, stretching on from east to west, ness from the silver-gleaming seas which lave either shore, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, thou treasurest in thy bosom the fragments of ancient

As to belong rather to heaven than earthgenius, united by kindred spirits into new and fairer

But instantly receives into his soul

A sense, a feeling that he loses not, groups, while the eternal sun casts down upon thee his

A something that informs him 'tis a moment most dazzling beams, and all the powers of vegetative na

Whence he may date henceforward and forever?" ture cluster luxuriantly around the creations of man.

Italy remains in our day, what she has been for ages, 'Tis just, old Bard, and therefore we take, with thee, the especial home of the arts. There the mind of man, the only legitimate road to Italy-over the Alps. Aided catching inspiration from the exuberant charms of nature, by thy verse and Turner's pencil, we gaze on the placid seemos most fitted to receive the delicate impressions of beauty of the lake of Geneva, and advance past the wilder form and colour, and to mirror them back with added scenery which surrounds Tell's Chapel and St Maurice, loveliness. Other lands have outstrode her in the path up to the topmost summit of the Great St Bernard. And of science ; institutions as free and more enduring have here we are somewhat at a loss to determine which has given security to some nations ; generous affection and succeeded best—the painter, in bodying forth to us the moral power are the peculiar portion of others; but wild and frozen crags, the massive convent walls, the where shall we seek for a country where art has been so dead dark lake-or the poet, in animating this stern outexelusively, so successfully, and so enduringly worship- ward show, by his homely but hearty picture of the conped? The feeling of beauty has stood the Italian instead vent's inhabitants and their occupations. One thing is of religion and of morals. Although, in his land, Supersti- in favour of the latter, it is easier to transplant his verse tion, and her sister, practical Atheism, have taken up their into our pages, thau Turner's designs : head-quarters; and although he is of too boiling a tempera

“ The Bise blew cold; ment to subject himself to a reflective and self-denying mo

And, bidden to a spare but cheerful meal, rality; yet, deficient as he is in the two great and ele

I sate among the holy brotherhood vating principles of morals and religion, he has had their

At their long board. The fare indeed was such place all but supplied, and has been saved from degrada As is prescribed on days of abstinence, tion, by that sense of the beautiful, which informs his But might have pleased a nicer taste than mine, mind with a vitality unknown in other regions, and keeps And through the floor came up,—an ancient matron the ethereal spark within him from being altogether sub

Serving unseen below; while from the roof merged in the quagmire of sense.

(The roof, the fluor, the walls of native fir,) A journey to Italy is a journey to that fairyland

A lamp hung flickering, such as loves to fling

Its partial light on apostolic heads, where beauty and romance have built their palace. In And sheds a grace on all. Theirs, time as yet Italy, time is not. We live at once in the days of Vir Had changed not. Some were almost in the prime,

Nor was a brow o'ercast. Seen as I saw them,

other moral imposthumes, are gendered by the hot and Ranged round their ample hearth-stone in an hour

crowded atmosphere. Let us seek the Campagna, where Of rest, they were as gay, as free from guile,

the first object that presents itself is the villa where As children answering, and at once, to all

dwelt the " starry Galileo." And here we stop a moTbe gentler impulses, to pleasure, mirth; Mingling, at intervals, with rational talk

ment to pay homage to the genius of Turner, which has Music; and gathering news from them that came,

so poetically handled this subject. In the foreground, to As of some other world. But when the storm

your left hand, is a group, consisting of a globe, a teleRose, and the snow rollid on in ocean billows,

scope, and other astronomical instruments. Behind them When on his face the experienced traveller fell,

rises the villa, in simple and severe elegance. The sky Sheltering his lips and nostrils with his hands,

above is light, sprinkled with fleecy clouds. To the right Then all was changed; and sallying with their fack Into that blank of nature, they became

we see the moon dimly struggling through a dense mass Unearthly beings. ' Anselm, higher up

of vapour. Thus, by the assemblage of these simple and A dog howls loud and long, and now, observe,

inanimate objects, with the addition of Galileo's name, Digs with his feet how eagerly! A man,

we are presented at once with his pursuits and his forDying or dead, lies buried underneath !

tunes—his persecutions and mental serenity, and with the Let us to work! there is no time to lose !

thrilling eternity of his fame. We pass on, and what But who descends Mont Velan? 'Tis La Croix;

does our enchanter offer next? A nameless villa, whose Away, away ! if not, alas ! too late ; Homeward he drags an old man and a boy,

deep-shaded pillars and arches look jetty in the soft moonFaltering and falling, and but half awaken'd,

shine, while, behind it, moving figures traverse the garAsking to sleep again.' Such their discourse.”

den's arcades in the mystic light. What know we of Having thus prepared ourselves for the pilgrimage to

the place or its inhabitants ? Nothing; and yet we have Italy, by leaving all our tramontane recollections among

a vague sympathy with their joys, which makes it hapthe sterile and stupendous scenery of that portion of Eu piness to gaze at them! rope which lifts its head highest into heaven, we are

Onward! This is Rome! That huge round mass is ready, like sanctified novices, to commence our down the Castle St Angelo-that cupola is St Peter's. That ward journey. Passing the same path along which Na- wide plain is the barren Campagnama dreary level ;-on poleon and Hannibal marched to victory, we descend

one side, a fragment of a ruined tomb, on the other, the through Martigny to the lake of Como ; and after indul- shattered arches of an aqueduct, stretching out into inging in the luxuries of the vintage, we embark for Venice. tinity; in the far distance, low-browed hills, indicated There she rises on the canvass of Turner, square-built through the ground haze—the rising sun shining dimly and magnificent above the sapping wave; and there through the misty air—a few gambolling goats the only

Not the most musical of Stothard has given additional life to her fair canals, by living tenants of the scene. introducing that galley sweeping along, with the twelve Italy's rich voices could tell us more sweetly or more noble and lovely brides rescued from the corsair, casting mournfully—“ Roma ! Roma ! non é piu come era prima !" a glory on her walls as they sail along; and there the And yet, how much more touching these mouldering pencil of Titian himself has fixed for ever the transient fragments of Earth's great mistress, thus separated from pageant of a Doge's funeral. Nor does the descriptive living nature by a deserted waste! Who goes to Rome, power of the poet approve itself less happy :

goes to visit the past ; and busy, joyous traffic would be “ From the land we went,

impertinent and discordant. As to a floating city-steering in,

It is a solecism in breeding to devote our attention exAnd gliding up her streets as in a dream,

clusively to one person in company, and therefore we So smoothly, silently—by many a dome

turn a moment from Turner's fascinations to attend to Mosque-like, and many a stately portico,

the severer taste of Stothard. There is a fine enthusiasm The statues ranged along an azure sky;

in “ The Death of Raphael.” The subject bias warmBy many a pile in more than Eastern splendour, of old the residence of merchant kings;

ed the old man's heart, and he has treated it with the The fronts of some, though Time had shatter'd them,

ardour of a boy. The body of the immortal lies rigidiy Still glowing with the richest hues of art,

extended on a couch ; immediately over him his own As though the wealth within them had run o'er."

“ Ascension" gives light to the whole of the composition ;

the learned, the pious, the lovely, and the powerful, But away from this amphibious beauty, over the cluster around his bed ; and one fair female figureApennines, and down upon the vale of Arno, where his Fornacina--in all the abandonment of grief, bangs Florence sits embowered in woods, like some fire-eyed bird by his pillow. Turning from this lofty theme, our friend of prey, enthroned in her lone eyry. Let us stand with

next directs our attention to those every-day beauties the painter awhile beside these tall poplars, and view the which haunt and waylay us in this pleasant clime,--fair city of palaces, softly shining through the sunny haze. children gathering shells beside the sunny waters, fairer Let us advance, and roam through its streets, gazing with girls carrying their pitchers on their heads from fountains old Stothard, to whom his age and art have lent the un

where mutilated sculpture still speaks of the glorious men earthly power of seeing the spiritual shadows which past of a younger world. actions leave on the place of their event, as in the case of

Our journey has now reached a new district, and Sir the Buondelmonte, still reining up his steed before that

William Gell offers himself as cicerone. He introduces fatal and seductive door. Or, let us enter the walls of himself to our notice, and explains the peculiar difficulties the Medici Palace, and see where the art of Vasari still which attend his office in the following terms : preserves in life the counterfeit of the boy Cardinal and his brother. Theirs was a fearful tale-horrid as ever

“ With such an accession of new materials, the author of the Grecian tragic muse ernbodied in her sounding strains. fore the public without delay, aware that time will incal

the present work has thought it advisable to lay them br. The brothers rode together to the chase, but only one re- culably diminish the freshness of those objects, which, when turned. At nightfall the corpse of the other was brought stripped of their external coats by the rains of winter, or home. At midnight the father roused the survivor from the burning suns of summer, lose by far the greater porhis bed, and led him to a lonely room. Where was his tion of their interest and identity. brother? He knew not. Cosmo snatched aside a veil, “ Another motive for the immediate publication of whatand the convicted criminal could only stammer out,

ever can be collected, is the great and increasing difficulty 'Twas in self-defence!"-" Wilt thou belie him too?"

of obtaining permission to draw and measure the newlycried the father, and stabbed him to the heart.

discovered antiquities, by which a foreigner is reduced to Let us escape from the city walls.

snatch from eternal oblivion only such morsels as a favour

Wherever men able moment may enable him to delineate. An astonishing are pent within such close limits, hatred, malice, and number of interesting objects is annually and hourly de

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