love, two hearts-full; of sense, three grains; of nonsense, an unlimited quantity; of moral, a very small quantity for fear of nausea; of wit, one salt-cellar full; of puns, a gross; of marriage, quantum suff. Let these ingredients be well mixed, and spread upon tissue of plot.-N. B. To be used immediately, as they will not keep. III. To make a Gothic Story. Take of the best lambent blue flame, as much as will not be extinguished by a gust of wind through a dilapidated corridor; of mouldering skeletons, well dried and blanched, a vault full; of rusty daggers, one haft and two blades; of hair-standing-at-end, one wig; take also as many tremulous moon-beams as will discover the above; add divers mysterious noises; and a few ghosts with bloody fingers, or wounded hearts, or sable shrouds ; place the patient in the middle of these, and if the story is not sufficiently Gothicised, add a little more of the blue flame, two chains clanking, and a band of robbers. IV. To make a Speech. Take a score of figures of all descriptions, tropes, metaphors, similes, &c.; make them into sentences, and let those be rounded as nicely as possible, for in that form nonsense is more easily swallowed and digested, and affords no handle for an opponent. Add on the question under consideration, as few words as possible, for though in the hands of able practitioners, that is useful and salutary, yet he will be more secure from failure, who makes use only of the drug called "general ideas." A. H. ON CHEPSTOW CASTLE, MONMOUTHSHIRE. Within yon turret's moated walls, Within yon castle's mould'ring halls, How chang'd that scene, that stately tower, All that rests and slumbers here? The flow'r of English chivalry ; But many a fleeting day has sped, Since these were number'd with the dead; The boatman, at the break of day, On yonder hill has Cromwell stood, Where the mighty met their fate; No sound is heard o'er hill or dale, To charm the mind with stern delight; Just serves the spot to show, The peasants oft, with silent dread, That oft was heard before; And thinks of days of yore. ON GOOD WRITING. My dear Mr. Bouverie; As every thing which takes place in this, if I may so call it, our little kingdom, is of particular interest to me, whether we surpass our adversaries in cricket, whether we are celebrated for hard pulling, or whether, though last, not by any means the least, in my estimation, we are renowned for good composition, both in prose and verse; I have taken the liberty, after having perused with the strictest attention every paper in The Eton Miscellany, and likewise being most earnest in my wishes for its success, of addressing the following hints to you, which, if you think them worthy of insertion, are perfectly at your disposal; and I can only humbly hope that they may be of use to your more regular correspondents. Without, therefore, any further explanation, let me briefly give you, what I consider to be the more essential rules of Good Writing. In the first place, in my opinion, the characteristics of a perfect composition, whether it be an epic poem, or merely a familiar letter, are, just sentiments, regular order, and elegance of style. Secondly, every thought must be properly adapted to the subject, and contain something as new and ingenious, interesting and important, as possible. These last, however, are qualities in which, I am afraid, writers too often fail, their composition, in too many instances, being unequal; at one time rising into superior merit, at another, suddenly falling below mediocrity, either the expressions being too flippant, or the detail too elaborate. As I said before, therefore, every thought should contain something new and ingenious, interesting and important; besides which, our remarks should be acute, rational, and judicious our arguments, logical and conclusive. Thirdly, as we are continually disgusted by those injudicious writers, who confound and promiscuously crowd words and phrases together with more than poetical licence, and do it in violation of correct style, even where the expressions ought to be clothed in the clearest and purest language, and where the judgment ought to confine itself to the most accurate and explanatory discrimination of those ideas which are susceptible of the minutest ambiguity. As this is too often the case, a regu lar method, or what is called by Horace "lucidus ordo," must be strictly observed in the arrangement of our ideas. Our sentiments and observations must follow one another in regular gradation; that is, the latter must confirm and illustrate the former, and throw additional light on the subject. Confusion often, too often, arises from the want of a methodical arrangement of our ideas, which alone is sufficient to condemn a book; for the mind, if it has to labour to find out the direct meaning of every sentence, becomes wearied and fatigued, and rejects, perhaps, a valuable work, because it is deficient in perspicuity, the first and most essential beauty of style. If our ideas are promiscuously thrown together, the whole composition must inevitably become nothing better than a confused incoherent rhapsody; it will resemble an edifice which, although consisting of the best materials, can never be pleasing to the eye, if wanting in proportion, regularity, symmetry, or any of the important requisites of architecture. Fourthly, the last essential ingredient in good writing is elegance of style. There must be no ungrammatical expressions, no obscure or embarrassed sentences, no mean or vulgar remarks (which always disgust the reader), no pompous or pedantic phrases; but every thing should be written easily, naturally, and gracefully. The inimitable Mr. Addison perfectly agrees in the opinion, that elegance of style is that which adorns and recommends good sense, where he observes that there is as much difference between seeing a thought expressed in the language of Cicero, and that of an ordinary writer, as there is between viewing an object by the light of a taper, and the light of the sun. |