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SATURDAY, JANUARY 2, 1830.
In life and fury march upon the main
The tyrant witchery, I'd bid the young
Idolater of throne-exalted power,
In the deep midnight, when the world lies hush'd
In her humility of sleep, to stand and
Till, charioted by thunder, forth He came, &c. 12mo. pp. 391. London, 1830. Maunder.
of palace-chambers round him mingling lie; The lightning of the Lord, and blazed revenge,
But on his cheek the royal spirit marks We must begin our new year with an inau Hurling us downward to the deep of hell,
A weariness that mocks this outward shew
Of kings,--a prison would have graced it more!
A sad rehearsal of unhonour'd youth, mendatory confession, namely, that we have
The tempest dies, the winds have tamed their ire,
When years went reckless as the rolling waves, not bad leisure to give to Mr. Montgomery's The sea-birds hover on enchanted wing;
Till passion grew satiety: a proud
Regret for trait'rous hearts, and that keen sense
Untold, which monarchs more than subjects feel
Of slavery; for servile is the pomp truth, and we are bound to state it; both as Like a worn monster at his giant length
of kings, though gorgeously it dare the eye;
With a dim haunting of the dreary tomb,
That often through the banquet-splendour gapes,and an apology to the author for the scanty
A darkness that defies a sun !-such dream
The sun is up! look, where he proudly comes, justice we can render to an epic in three books In blazing triumph wheeling o'er the earth,
From out his slumber that calm Beauty steals,
That Innocence delights to wear. Then watch during the teeming week of annual publica.
A victor in full glory! At his gaze
His features, till a deep'ning flush of soul tions, and an unusual press of other novelties. With many a sailing cloud-isle sprinkled o'er,
Array them with a spirit eloquence,
That speaks of Judgment in her cloudy blaze
Of terror; monarchs cited, and the vast che of great daring for any man, and espe Own thee, thou shining monarch of the skies !
Accompt of scepter'd kingdoms render'd up; cially for a young one. To aim at the highest Now hills are glaring, rich the mountains glow,
Did envy listen to his waking groan, honours of literature and the highest flight of The streams run gladness, yellow meads appear,
How poor, how perilous, the state of kings !"
The metaphysics of the long extract which
we proceed to copy is as fair a specimen of the
And with thy vision let me span the world." gomery has displayed wonderful powers; and
whole poem as we could select ; and we insert if he has sunk at all, it has been beneath the The imagery of the subjoined coup-d'æil it to enable our readers to form their own esti.
mate: overwhelming magnitude and sublimity of his over the eastern clime is very rich :subject. Satan, the mighty archangel fallen, " Another gaze, bright Hindostanic clime!
“ To the vast silence of primeval gloom
On wings of mystery may spirit roam,
And meditate on worldless things, whence comes
A glorious panting for a purer state.spread world, on which he descants in the On wings enamell'd with a radiant dye,
True sadness is the soul of holy joy :
And such feel they who fashion brighter worlds: language assigned to him by the Bard. We
And glitter into air! Primeval woods,
But martyrs to diseased thought abound, are not prepared to say whether the idea of And chieftain wonder-trees, and forest-haunts,
Who out of earthly elements have sought making the Devil moralise against infidelity
Where frequent rolls the stormy lion roar;
To reap a happiness whose home is heaven,
And failing, sunk to profitless despair. and the vanities of life, as well as believe and And fruits, with showers of sunbeains on their heads,
Thus Learning, Luxury, and Fame,-these three tremble, is altogether well judged: we must Are mingled there in magical excess;
Vain phantoms, what a worship have they won ! take the matter as it has pleased the author to
The gi nd and beautiful their glowing spell
The first, a shallow excellence; the next,
A malady of brutish growth, debased ofer it, and try it by that standard. It opens
And most debasing, turning soul to sense,
Of the writer's strong feelings against thus:
Till nature seems unspirited: the last * Awake, ye thunders! let your living roar slavery, our next quotation affords fine poetic
Magnificent betrayer! while afar
Beheld, the crown of heaven itself is thine;
When won, oft unavailingly enjoyed.
Oh! many an eye, that in the glow of youth
Hath brighten'd as it gazed on pictured worth,
Or linger'd in the lone and princely fanes
Where tombs have tongues, by monumental piles
Where great inheritors of glory sleep:-
Hath wept the laurels that it once adored!
The atmosphere that circleth gifted minds of elements?-like spirits that are lost,
From dungeon and from den there comes a voice Is from a deep intensity derived,--
An element of thought, where feelings shape
Themselves to fancies, -an electric world,
Too exquisitely toned for common life,
Which they of coarser metal cannot dream:
And hence those beautifying powers of soul
That arch the heavens more glorious, and create
An Eden wheresoe'er their magic light
Upon the rack of quick excitement lives;
Their joy, the essence of an agony, That catch the howlings of the cavern'd brutos,
Mount Ararat is nobly described in a few
And that, the throbbing of the fires within ! And wing them onwards to Arabia's wild,
lines :Cercanopied with flying waves of sand,
And thus, while Fame's heart-echoing clarions ring
For glory, all the rapture of renown
In one vile whisper may lie hush'd and dead;
Made mighty by its littleness, a word
Of envy drowns the thunder which delight
Hath voiced; as oft the phantom of a cloud
As when the ark was balanced on his brow
In single darkness cowering on the air
Looks fiercer for the frownless heaven around!
So Fame is murder'd, that the dull may live,
Or to herself grows false; then hideous dreams, These armat billows, heaving as they roar,
The following reflections on the happiness of And tomb-like shadows, thicken round the mind, And the winga sea-foam shiver on the gales.
monarchs is also very characteristic of the Till, plunging into dread infinity, Swellca, se waves and wbirlwinds, sweep along,
It rides upon ihe billows which despair author's train of thought :
Hath lash'd from out the stormy gloom of thought!-Like the fet breathing of Almighty ire, “ Sceptres are mighty wands, and few there be
Dark victim, thus so ruinously famed, Whose soud is desolation !--where the sail
With strength to wield them; yet how many dare ! What misery in thy smile of happiness! of yon lose vessel, as a shátter'd cloud, And kingdoms are the agonies of thrones;
Beneath the mountain of thy vast renown
There blooms a mortal, unendow'd by aught
That learning, luxury, or fame, can yield.
And yet a Cræsus in his store of joy
Compared with thine,- the man whom earth nine volumes, are brought to a close; and our for which, amid all their simplicity, the people
very favourable opinion of Mr. Griffin's (the of his class and nation are most remarkable : In conclusion, we shall simply contrast some author's) talent has rather been increased than True for you, so it was, indeed. Drinking of his (Satan's) reflections on France and Eng- diminished by the perusal of his present pro- is a bad business for a poor man, or a rich one land, which, at all events, shew the poet to be no duction. Of these two stories, the Rivals is either, and fighting is a deal worse. You less a patriot.
perhaps the most interesting; and Lacy's never spoke a truer word than that. But I'll Northward of Greece, behold renowned Gaul, Ambition the better arranged and written: tell you what helped to make the place as nait Britannia's rival, gaily doth outspread
when we say interesting, we mean for our as it is, besides. The man that owns that
more mature. The marked characteristics of lase; he has a kind landlord over him, that And bord'ring town, their shining waters lead. this author are unexaggerated good sense and will never distress him for a small arrear; he Young, fresh, and gay, elastic as the breeze,
rational views as applied to his native coun- isn't like a poor Catholic that has a mud cabins All spring and sunshine, her full spirit bounds; Here, vanity is virtue ; out of hearts
try, Ireland; and also a keen insight into an acre o' pratie ground, an' seven landlord, That seem to echo but to woman's sigh,
the nature and modes of thinking of its natives, above him, ťan' that has no feeling nor kindness Awaking valour, prompt to dare, and proud To die. And yet, true nobleness of mind
whose peculiarities are brought forward with to look for, when times run hard, an' poverty Is faintly seen; sincerity, too harsh
great tact and force.
Another of his merits is strikes him between the cowld walls. An' To please, is polish'd into smoothing lies,
the power of describing scenery with much with submission to you, sir, that's the very The frothy incense of a faithless soul.
beauty; and in several instances he displays thing that causes all the drinking an' the The far-off thrones
still higher qualities as a novelist. For ex- fighting. When a poor man sells his corn at Of tyrants stagger'd, distant empires quailid,
ample, in Tracy, a country gentleman living market, an' feels his pocket full o' money, I'll When like th' embodied spirit of thy wrongs The Revolution darken'd on the world,
in all possible respectability and happiness, we tell you what he does, an' what he says to Ringing a peal that echoed Europe round,
have the picture of ambition, by holding out himself, an' he returning home of a cowld And died in thunder o'er the Atlantic dcep!
the petty lures of place and profit, gradually night, sitting upon the corner of his thruckle
good name, and ultimately even his good and the frosty wind blowing into his heart, As though re-action for all human wrong
feelings. This is a finely touched moral lesson. an' the light streaming out o' the window o' Were centred in it for one dire revenge, I heard Heaven curse thee, and exulting haild
If, with so much of praise to give, we have the public house on before him. "I have The cry of freedom for the voice of hell?"
any faults to find, we should observe, that it thirty shillings or a pound now,' he says to Not so England.
might add to the effect of his narratives, if the himself, 'an' that's enough to pay my rent for " Fronting the wave environed shore of France, author would avoid interruptions, and, by con- this turn. Very well,' he says, ' an' when I And bulwark'd with her everlasting main,
centrating, strengthen the dramatic effect. In have that paid, what good 'll it be to me? I O'er which the cloud-white cliffs sublimely gaze Like genii, rear'd for her defence, behold
his anxiety to paint the Irish character, he don't know my landlord, nor my landlord The Isle-queen! --every billow sounds her fame! occasionally goes too much into detail.
doesn't know me. I have no more howld o' The ocean is her proud triumphal car Whereon she rideth, and the rolling waves
W’e prefer quoting from the dialogues to my little cabin an' my bit o' ground, than I The vassals which secure her victory;
breaking in upon the mysteries of the Tales; have o' that smoke that's goen' out o' my pipe. Alone, and matchless in her sceptred might,
though we feel that we can by no means do I don't know the moment when I an' my little She dares the world. The spirit of the brave Burns in her; laws are liberty; and kings
justice to Mr. Griffin's abilities by the extracts craithurs 'll be wheeled out upon the highWear crons that glitter with a people's love,
to which we must confine ourselves. The road ; an' the more pains I lay out upon my And, while undimi'd, their glory aye endures; following is peculiar,-no matter who the in- ground, the sooner, may be, 'twill be taken But once dishonoured, - and the sceptre falls, The throne is shaken, patriot voices rise, terlocutors are:
from me. An' i'll go home now in the frost, And like storm'd billows by the tyrant gale,
“ The view now presented to the eye no- and pay this money to the masther, giving him Awaken, loud and haughty is their roar!
thing of a higher interest than a tract of uncut a wattle to break my own head ! Wisha, Heaven-favour'd land; of grandeur, and of gloom,
bog, or a sullen lough, balf concealed by rushes then, indeed I won't. Let the masther, an' Of mountain pomp, and majesty of hills, Though other climates boast, in thee supreme
and weedy shallows, on the banks of which a the rent, an' the cabin go an' whistle together A beauty and a gentleness abound;
wretched cabin, with mud walls propped and if they like ; I'll go an' warm my sowl in my Here all that can soft worship claim, or tone The sweet sobriety of tender thought,
roof falling in, sent up its thin and tremulous body with a glass o' spirits, an' have one Is thine: the sky of blue intensity,
smoke into the sultry air above it, while the happy hour at any rate, if I never have Or charm'd by sunshine into picture clouds, That make bright landscapes when they blush abroad, this lonely'' tenement, suspended his labour the state his pockets are in when he comes out
poor solitary, who housed his wretchedness in another!'. In he goes, an' I need'nt tell you
hut And hamlet, nestling in the bosky vale,
before the door-way, and leaned forward on his again. That's the way the drinking comes, And spires brown peeping o'er the ancient elms, And steepled cities, faint and far away,
spade, to speculate on the appearance and des. Mr. Thracy, an' the fighting comes o' the With all that bird and meadow, brook and gale
tination of the travellers. At a long interval, drinking just as nathural as a child is born of Impart, -are mingled for admiring eyes
a farm-house of a more comfortable appearance his father.' That love to banquet on thy blissful scene.
than was usual, might be discovered in a well Our author draws a rather satirical picture
chosen corner among the crags ; and at a longer of that affectation of religion which too often
shrubbery, started up before the astonished eye Damer the representative of all those who live
dence of a truth (on which, though long im- that he is one of a class which is not very Wild as the death-wail of a drowning host:
pressed upon my mind, I had seldom acted), limited in point of numbers. The surges, - be they tempests as they roll,
that the magic of real life is industry. Feeling “ About midnight, Mr. Damer, a low-sized.
a desire to ascertain something more of my sleek, smooth-featured, elderly gentleman, was
willing to disclose, and curious, moreover, to a certain hilly and heathy county in the neigh. Proud as an eagle dashing through the clouds.
know how far he participated in the natural bourhood of Dublin. Before him, on a rose. And well, brave scion of the empress isle,
indolence which is so generally, and in point of wood table, varnished like the surface of a mir. Thy spirit mingles with the mighty scene,
fact so falsely, attributed to the peasantry of ror, stood decanters of cote roti and hermitage. Hailing thy country on her ocean throne."
his country, I directed his attention to one of the contents of which appeared to have beer Our illustrations are taken from the first the snug fárm-houses above described. “There brought somewhat low in the course of the book alone: can we doubt that they will greatly is a proof,' said I, • of what a little care and evening. The chair in which he sat was one exalt the already high reputation of the youth industry can accomplish. The man who built of those splendid inventions by which the cha. ful author ?
that house, and reared the young timber about racter of our age has been immortalised, ani
it, had little time to waste in fighting at fairs, which will enable us to divide the admiratior The Rivals. Tracy's Ambition. By the Author or drinking in public houses.' "An' that's of posterity with the founders of the Parthe
of the “ Collegians.” 3 vols. London, 1829. what built the house an' planted the timber non and the constructors of the Babylonia, Saunders and Otley.
for him, you're thinking, sir?' the mountaineer gardens. It was one of those elastic cushion With this publication, the series of Tales replied, taking up the inference I intended he
* Palatines, descendants of German settlers. entitled those of the Munster Festivals, in all I should deduce, with that rapidity of perception † This is no fiction.
for which, not the tenants of the air, but the of a manner and appearance very different from triot, and you have set others down that air itself, has been laid under tribute. The that of Mr. Damer. He was tall and well thwarted you, and you hope to be a great man magnificently gilded covers of a quarto edition proportioned, dressed very plainly, with a red, some day or another. And on the score of of Henry's Bible lay on his right hand, re- laughing countenance, and two large black your own darling passion, the study of human flecting the light of four wax candles, which eyes, which seemed to be always rambling in nature, what say you ? This is a kind of ana. were supported in candlesticks of massive sil- search of amusement. · Well, Damer,' said tomy you cannot study without subjects. The ver, richly carved. A solid and elegant side- Mr. Leonard, the gentleman just described, more men you know, the more you'll know of baard was loaded with all the splendours of the I totally disagree with you in every one of their nature. But I have got one subject family plate and glass. On a secretaire, at a your plans. I think you will do no service continually within my reach, and which I can little distance from the table, were placed a whatever to the peasantry, I think you do not dissect at will,' said Francis, laying his finger quantity of books in plain dark binding, and understand them sufficiently. (Mr. Damer over his heart. · Did Jean Jacques Rousseau—' stamped on the covers with the impress of the smiled.) I think though they are ignorant. The wretch, the quack, the hypocrite, the Society for the diffusion of Christian Know. and naked (poor fellows !), and Papists to boot, knave, the coward! You make my blood tingle ledge. In a corner, less brilliantly illumined, they have as fair a chance of going to heaven to my fingers' ends to hear him named.' the eye of the curious observer might detect a as the best of ourselves; that is my idea, poor Well, well, he knew the heart, however,' parcel of small pamphlets, stitched in blue devils ! even though they do break out now said Francis, smiling at her energy; and did corers
, and bearing on their title-pages the and then; human nature is human nature; he find it necessary to expose himself to the various denominations of “ The Dairyman's and my idea is, that all the funds and sub. dangers of collision with the mob of men ? He Dangbter,' “ The Conversion of Timothy De- scriptions in the world will not get half a laid his own heart bare, and found it a mirror lany from the Errors of the Church of Rome,' dozen more souls into heaven than were on of the whole species. Who knew more of the * The Lough Derg Pilgrim, a Tale,' 'Father their way before. Half a dozen is the out- heart than Massillon ? and yet every body was Clement, a Roman Catholic story,' and many side.' And would not the salvation of one,' surprised where a quiet priest could have found ether productions of a similar tendency. There said Mr. Damer, lifting the cote roti to his such extensive opportunities of observation. was something in the air of the whole apart. lips, be worth the whole cost, and all the But what says D'Alembert to that? Massillon ment that was calenlated to impress the be- exertions of the Society together? • Be worth painted all his splendid gallery of sinners and of bolder with an instantaneous conviction of the sixty thousand a year?' Sixty million!' saints—his magnificent portrait of the true wealth, the self-contentedness, and the piety of Besides the bickerings and heartburnings Christian_his appalling picture of the infidel the owner. It had little of mere fashion, but that have broken up the frame of society in his lukewarm devotee-his false penitent-a great deal of that species of luxury which in our country, the division of families, the his Mary Magdalen_his sensualist-all from England is denominated comfort, and in Ire. sundering of early attachments, the fomenta- the same original, all from the close study of land falls little short of magnificence. The tion of civil disunion, and the diffusion of his own single heart; and yet so true to the person of the proprietor was entirely in cha- all uncharitableness in private life? My idea life, that there breathes no soul in human form racter, or, in the cant of connoisseurs, in keep- is, that for the one soul we save by this busi- that may not find itself reflected in his pages as ing with his possessions. His hair was short ness, we lose fifty.' · For shame, Tom,' said in a faultless mirror.' I read none of your and sleek, his head round as a bullet, his face Mrs. Damer, you are growing worse and papistical sermons,' said Esther ; “ but friend påump and peachy, his eyes meek and sancti- worse every day! I don't pretend to any D'Alembert, and the other eulogists of that Dorions, with a little spark of earthly fire, great sanctity,' said Leonard. - You, my fair French priest, have overlooked one circum. (the result of some harmless and habitual self- and fat and sanctimonious sister, know me a stance that might have lessened their wonder indulgence,) gleaming unsteadily through the long time, and know me to be a blunt plain as to the source of his knowledge.' " And what paril, like the pæta of the Venus Erycina. fellow, that thinks he does his duty when he was that, I pray you ?' • The confessional.' Ha legs, shining in black silk, were crossed, so takes care of his neighbour's body, and leaves Esther,' said Francis, after bending his eyes 23 to expose the calf to the influence of a his soul between him and his Creator. There on her for a moment in silence, you have ebeerful coal-fire, and a bunch of fine gold is the difference between us. Damer is as struck me dumb,' • You were dumb already. seals reposed on an incipient paunch. No honest a fellow as any body, but his charity all I had rather strike you talkative. If you hope ollar, starched and impudent, obscured the evaporates in smoke. If I find a poor fellow to write a good book, or to be a great orator, Bushing rotundity of his beardless jaws; a starving on my estate, why (Heaven forgive you must talk with all, listen with all, and malin cravat, of the purest white, alone en- me !) I think I do my duty when I send him a learn to please all. Put Jean Jacques ont of eiched bis short neck-for he had the good taste leg of mutton, and make him an abatement; your head. What has all his moping availed o sit in full dress to his wine. Thus cushioned while Damer smothers him with books and him but to win the admiration of all the mor
the zephyrs, not in the poetical, but the Bibles, and I don't know what. Here's my bid sentimentalists in Europe ?-to crown him practical, sense of the phrase, sipping his cote idea. "Give the people bread, and they'll find king of the day dreamers? But that stageeti
, and glancing occasionally, while the con- out piety themselves : make them prosperous, playing fellow near you used his eyes and ears
“ You never bade me hope 'tis true,
But I looked in those eyes of blue,
And read a promise there.
That maidan lips have spoken
But that which looks from maiden eyes
Alone I dwell, alone I duell.
How oft we've wandered lonely,
Through yon old glen, through yon old glen; · And
I was his treasure only,
And true love then, and true love then:
But Mary's singing brought me
To sigh all day, to sigh all day;
Once I had, &c.
By lone Glencree at even,
I passed him late, I passed him late;
A glance just sidelong given
His step no longer airy,
His head it hung, his head it hung;
I loved him well, I loved him well;
Told all his fate, told all his fate: