THE LITERARY GAZETTE, AND Beugnot, also better known since that period of the latter the following is : related : A crowd of applicants and greedy expectants, from all quarters, besieged the different public offices; Frenchmen and Germans were seen soliciting on every side. Beugnot was greatly amused by the piteous and contrite air of all those ill-fated candidates who were desirous of approaching him, with the same anxiety that a convalescent seeks the mild influence of the sun's rays in spring. One of the most characteristic traits amongst the Germans is, that the superior is proud, haughty, disdainful, and soinetimes uncivil towards his inferior, whilst the latter is humble even to meanness. ridiculous was it not to see the unfortunate How barons of Germany crouch to the earth be fore the little advocate of Bar-sur-Aube! What affronts were they not obliged to put up with, merely to reach the anti-chamber! and how many bows did they not make on arriving there! One of these having got over all the difficulties of entry, poor devils, was, at length, fortunate enough to see the minister, who was standing with his back to the fire-His excellency sees and speaks to there is no longer any doubt of his fortune being made. latin, Baron?' asked Beugnot. Yes, your Do you understand excellency, replied the German. you know latin, do you! tell me then how Oh! to say, I put on my small-clothes, in latin? The baron had studied at tingen, Jena, and Tübingen; he had read GötHomer, Virgil, and Cicero; yet he hesi tates! what a dilemma! cried the minister, I plainly see that you Ah! Baron,' do not understand Latin! Upon this the surrounding sycophants burst out into a loud langh; the brutal sally was a charming wit ticism; because whatever the Dog in office says, must be a good thing, although it him; Royal of Wurtemburg were accidentally at | to be found in most continental cities, wished Cassel. The first was going to place him- to dispose of her daughter, a young girl of self by the side of the King of Sweden; the fifteen. Jerome had seen, and admired her. other travelled, having nothing better to do. to the charms of Madame L... but he cription: she must have a pension for herIt is said that the latter was not insensible sed herself with ifs and buts of every desThe mother, as may be imagined, oppowas surprised to find that Jerome had a self, her daughter, bribes for her relations a rival in a young and handsome clerk of the lord knows what besides. The most able prior claim: Jerome in his turn, discovered and friends; a dower, a husband, and the war office, while the clerk's deputy was a negociators about the court had failed; all life guardsman. This affair made some the Scapins were in despair; no one but the circles of Cassel; people only whispered it this difficult affair. The glory of success noise, and was spoken of in the scandalous Count de Hoe.. was capable of conducting about at first, and the police was on the alert was his alone. for a whole fortnight to trace the authors. The Prince of Wurtemburg intended to provided for the lady, a place for the husIt was stipulated by the minister of war, that a husband should be ed in smoke; the King of Westphalia had portion, also a sum of money for the mother make some handsome presents, but this end- band, and, in addition to this, a marriage promised a jewel box, and thought no more and daughter. But the most arduous task of it. The clerk and guardsman were obli- yet remained unaccomplished, this was to ged to relinquish their pursuit rather sud-find a husband who would willingly conduct denly. Some time afterwards Jerome be- the bride from the altar to the royal chamcame reconciled, paid the debts of the lady, ber, and yield up his right of priority. Such with the title of Count. I do not recollect reader. Madame Coll...., whom we may and gave her husband I know not what fief, a one was to be found, doubt it not, gentle what arms this illustrious nobleman adopted, justly call Mme. la Ressource, found one but certainly they were not those most ap-d'Esc....who was employed in the postpropriate to his domestic history. promote the pleasures of the king. The vicoffice, and who willingly devoted himself to conducted to the sanctuary, and the convetim, ornamented with flowers, was silently nient husband, having signed his dishonour, returned whence he came. The chamber His wife belonged to a good Italian family, the volume; but we are not fond of soldier with an order to conduct him to a found, one evening on his return home, a lain Münchausen, having thought proper to make remarks on this little adventure, regiment as a conscript. The chief of the court, and excited infinite laughter. gery; it was thought an excellent joke at police was the inventor of this piece of wag were absolute nonsense. We will not unravel the thread of the story, which places in detail before us, the sovereignty of Prince Jerome. A few characteristic touches will lead our readers, according to their tastes, either to think they have enough, or to refer to the original picture. About 1809, while the plundering system was in full force, we learn that himself the charge of amourous purveyor, The governor of the pages also took on for it seemed to be the easiest road to honours and dignities. He had succeeded in rousing the slumbering passions of Jerome smiles of royalty. This act of kindness did by procuring some new candidates for the evidently declined. It is true that his comnot go unrewarded: the influence of Dalb.. scarcely compensated for his rudeness and plaisance and the nature of his services, ill breeding. He had, during a field-day at the pleasure camp, carried this habitual disposition so far as to tell his majesty to go to the devil! The sovereign pretended not to this insult, or omit seasoning it with the acrid hear him, but some of those officious friends who abound in courts, did not fail to repeat obliged to banish him; but Dalb... anticisauce of a courtier. Jerome was, therefore, pated this event by tendering his resignation. the infamy in politics was equal to the infamy in amours, we select the relation Eheu jam satis! But to show that of an intrigue to degrade Bulow from the Ministry of Finance. portant papers which were to unveil the of its calling, to seize on the pretended imThe police was ordered, by means worthy conduct of M. de Bulow, and which were said to be placed in his study. Bulow this commission to a Frenchman, who was Bere....gave the charge of executing In the midst of these infamous proceed his assistants, and gave him verbal instruccommissary general of the police at Cassel. ings, feasts and rejoicings succeeded each This man transferred the business to one of other without interruption. Nevertheless, suborn the valet de chambre of M. de BuJerome became royally wearied: so true it tions. Nothing better was imagined than to is, that the intoxication of vice is not of low, in order to gain access to the cabinet long continuance, and that its illusions soon give place to satiety. It was doubtless with The king's favourite is assassinated betraying his master for a few pieces of gold, the intention of varying this monotonous ever interrupted by this dismal episode. had thus a fair opportunity of entrapping of the minister; but this man, instead of scene that the troops were assembled in a Amongst the ladies of Cassel was a Madame the police agents in their own snare, and he The pleasures of the court were not how-informed him of the plot. M. de pleasure camp near Cassel. Jerome direct- Coll ed the manoeuvres, while his generals made Although she was procuress to the nobles, the most laborious exertions to execute lent money on pledges to gamesters, a dealer of the suborner, and received the bribe ... whose occupations were various. did not fail to avail himself of the occasion. them. The ladies of the court and city came in millinery, toys, &c. she contrived, not- offered to him. Arrangements are accordin their carriages to the camp; they break-withstanding, to keep up a communicationingly made, and on the appointed day, the The valet seemed to enter into the views fasted, dined, gambolled under the tents; and witnessed the evolutions: it was really charming!....Bernardotte and the Prince with the court, and sold shawls on credit to agent of the police arrives at the hour spe- Already he seizes on letters, boxes, and nicheff and his Cossacks, put his majes- to M. de Bulow, advised that no farther steps should be taken in the business. But Simeon, who was not aware of the original scheme, represented the consequences of such a violation with so much vehemence, This little triumph of M. de Bulow rendered his influence more formidable than ever. The Germans considered him as an oracle: the French feared him; and the king let him have his own way, because he furnished money. surd. Dramatic Scenes, and other Poems. By Will through the lazy noon-tide moralize; The beginning of the soliloquy is also very fine This is a dreary world. The sun has made To-morrow. A dark world-Still do I tread The reach of mortal accident. I wished To be immortal, for my soul was proud We have much pleasure in reflecting, that that the king was constrained to act against when this delightful author first glanced those who had executed his orders. How-upon the public eye, the Literary Gazette ever, they deserved to be punished for their greeted his softly brilliant rising in the poetiawkwardness. The commissary general of cal horizon, with acclamations such as an police and his agent were driven from West- enthusiastic race of eastern worshippers use phalia; Berc...., dismissed from the police, when they behold the earliest coming of the became cabinet secretary, and General lovely moon. Had we any fear, it was that Bong...., commander of the gendarmerie, private partiality might unawares warp our took his place. judgment, and cause us, perhaps, to express feelings growing out of many roots, which the intrinsic merits of the single fruit before us would not seem to warrant. We imagined that from other considerations of which we were conscious, we could not so sufficiently appreciate the production, as to be entirely Probably the further view of this fair in our criticism; and we therefore waited with some anxiety to see how far our brother gang of Scapins may be advantageous-reviewers agreed with or differed from our ly referred to a work which reveals sentiments. They have unanimously coincided them in a lively manner; and therefore with us; and by common consent, the young we shall take our leave with two or Poet has been established in an elevated niche three anecdotes. When his Westpha- in the temple of fame, though as yet he has lian Majesty resisted rather strenuously only presented two slight volumes to the some of the impositions of his stouter world. These, we feel assured, are but the I prelude to some swelling act; and surely, if brother,Mr. Cornwall be possessed of any ambition, the laurels lavished on his first efforts must stimulate his genius to deeds still more worthy. We shall then be more pleased and more proud than ever to hail his increasing glory at present, it is only our purpose to remind him of the expectations he has excited by quoting a few passages from the It is said that the latter, on reading a despatch from Jerome in which he very energetically supported his dignity, exclaimed: Oh, oh! if my brother had three hundred thousand men, I dare say, he would declare war against me.” One day when the new decoration of the order of the crown, in Westphalia, was shewn to the Emperor, and on which the lion of Cassel, the horse of Brunswick, and several other emblems were represented, he observed to those around him: "There are a great many beasts in this order!" One day when the treasurer of the crown insisted on the grant of a tolerably large sum, alleging that it was indispensably necessary to satisfy the demands of the comedians: "This is all very well, Sir," replied Malsbourg, (Lord Treasurer); "but ought I not to pay those "who cry before those who sing " new edition of his Dramatic Scenes. The following lines, of a soliloquy in the poem of Werner, were not in the original publication, and are eminently beautiful. Or I Will lie beneath the shade of columns or tombs urned, tomb Its dim illimitable regions, I rain Was spurned and hated; but no more. I am THE MAGDALEN. do remember it. "Twas such a face Her brow was fair, but very pale, and look'd Like stainless marble; a touch methought would soil Branched like the fibre of a leaf-away. Forgotten, where the ashes of those men A flush of beautiful vermilion, Sang to the young Aurora-for amongst SONNET. Oh, for that winged steed, Bellerophon! And never hath one risen in his place, voice has been raised to hail the ap- THE ART OF BOOK-MAKING. paper, and ring a bell, whereupon a familiar would appear, take the paper in profound silence, glide out of the room, and return shortly loaded with ponderous tomes, upon which the other would fall tooth and nail with famished voracity. I had no longer a doubt that I had happened upon a body of magi, deeply engaged in the study of occult sciences. The scene reminded me of an old Arabian tale of a philosopher, shut up in an The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, enchanted library, in the bosom of a mounGent. London, 1820. 8vo. pp. 354. tain, that opened only once a year; where The first notice taken of this work in cundity of the press, and how it comes to commands, and bring him books of all kinds I have often wondered at the extreme fe- he made the spirits of the place obey his England, appeared in the Literary Gapass that so many heads, on which nature of dark knowledge, so that at the end of the zette, (No. 140) of September 25th; seems to have inflicted the curse of barren-year, when the magic portal once more and in two subsequent Numbers, we ness, yet teem with voluminous productions. swung open on its hinges, he issued forth so copied from it as many papers. A po- As a man travels on, however, in the journey versed in forbidden lore, as to be able to lite letter from the author, informing us of life, his objects of wonder daily diminish, soar above the heads of the multitude, and that in consequence of the favourable and he is continually finding out some very to control the powers of nature. opinion of his work expressed very gesimple cause for some great matter of marvel. nerally by the periodical press, it was Thus have I chanced, in my peregrinations about this great metropolis, to his intention to reprint it in this coun-blunder upon a scene which unfolded to me try, induced us to desist from further some of the mysteries of the book-making extracts, which to take in anticipation craft, and at once put an end to my astonof its being published, would, we ishment. thought, be an act of injustice towards Mr. Irving...for such, we learnt, was the name of Geoffrey Crayon. to 66 My curiosity being now fully aroused, I whispered to one of the familiars, as he was about to leave the room, and begged an interpretation of the strange scene before ine. A few words were sufficient for the purpose. I found that these mysterious personages, whom I had mistaken for magi, were prinI was one summer's day loitering through cipally authors, and were in the very act of the great saloons of the British Museum, manufacturing books. I was, in fact, in the with that listlessness with which one is apt reading room of the great British Library— to saunter about a museum in warm weaIn the Literary Gazettes alluded to,we ther; sometimes lolling over the glass cases and languages, many of which are now foran immense collection of volumes of all ages paid the tribute of our applause to the of minerals, sometimes studying the hiero- gotten, and most of which are seldom read. American writer, whose sketches had glyphics on an Egyptian mummy, and some-To these sequestered pools of obselete literaa freshness and beauty about them with times trying, with nearly equal success, to ture, therefore, do many modern authors rewhich we were exceedingly gratified. comprehend the allegorical paintings on the pair, and draw buckets full of classic lore, It is therefore unnecessary for us lofty ceilings. Whilst I was gazing about or pure English, undefiled," wherewith to repeat these favourable sentiments in this idle way, my attention was attracted swell their own scanty rills of thought. 8; esto a distant door, at the end of a suite of pecially as the volume itself may now apartments. It was closed, but every now Being now in possession of the secret, I be consulted for their confirmation. We and then it would open, and some strange-cess of this book manufactory. I noticed sat down in a corner, and watched the proshall merely say that the essays are favoured being, generally clothed in black, one lean, bilious looking wight, who sought various and agreeable; that their mat- would steal forth, and glide through the none but the most worm-eaten volumes, ter is amusing or pathetic, as required rooms, without noticing any of the surround-printed in black letter. He was evidently by the subject; that their style is the about this that piqued my languid curiosity, dition, that would be purchased by every ing objects. There was an air of mystery constructing some work of profound erubest transatlantic which we have yet and I determined to attempt the passage of man who wished to be thought learned, seen; and that they display an amiable that strait, and to explore the unknown re-placed upon a conspicuous shelf of his liand cultivated mind, free from violent gions that lay beyond. The door yielded to my brary, or laid upon his table; but never prejudices, and endued with very consihand, with all that facility with which the por- read. I observed him, now and then, draw derable talent. Except in a paper on tals of enchanted castles yield to the adven- a large fragment of biscuit out of his English Writers, we discover no trace turous knight errant. I found myself in a pocket, and gnaw; whether it was his dinner, of the less pleasing side of the American spacious chamber, surrounded with great or whether he was endeavouring to keep off character. There the author, (page and just under the cornice, were arranged a much pondering over dry works, I leave to cases of venerable books. Above the cases, that exhaustion of the stomach produced by 108,) complains as we conceive without great number of quaint black looking por- harder students than myself to determine. reason, boasts without foundation, and traits of ancient authors. About the room There was one dapper little gentleman in threatens without effect. Literature is were placed long tables, with stands for bright coloured clothes, with a chirping, gosof no nation; and the wise of every reading and writing, at which sat many pale, sipping expression of countenance, who had country despise those scribblers who cadaverous personages, poring intently over all the appearance of an author on good would divide science into parties, and dusty volumes, rummaging among mouldy terms with his bookseller. After considersplit learning into factions. manuscripts, and taking copious notes of ing him attentively, I recognised in him a Surely their contents. The most hushed stillness diligent getter up of miscellaneous works, Mr. Irving has by this time dismissed reigned through this mysterious apartment, which bustled off well with the trade. I was the last slight touches of that impres- excepting that you might hear the racing of curious to see how he manufactured his sion which induced him to fancy that an pens over sheets of paper, or, occasionally, wares. He made more stir and show of American author would meet with an the deep sigh of one of these sages, as he business than any of the others; dipping shifted his position to turn over the pages of into various books, fluttering over the leaves an old folio; doubtless arising from that of manuscripts, taking a morsel out of one, hollowness and flatulency incident to learned a morsel out of another, "line upon line, research. precept upon precept, here a little and there a little." The contents of his book seemed to be as heterogeneous as those of the witches' unfair reception from a British public. His own experience must have convinc ed him that we are far above such paltry feelings for his Sketch Book has been quoted most widely, and every Now and then one of these personages would write something on a small slip of cauldron in Macbeth. It was here a finger | I beheld a ragged, threadbare throng, such thieves thieves!" I looked, and lo! the and there a thumb, toe of frog and blind as may be seen plying about that great repo-portraits about the walls became animated! worm's sting, with his own gossip poured in sitory of cast-off clothes, Monmouth Street. The old authors thrust out, first a head, then like "baboon's blood," to make the medley Whenever they seized upon a book, by one a shoulder, from the canvass, looked down "slab and good." of those incongruities common to dreams, curiously, for an instant, upon the motley After all, thought I, may not this pilfering methought it turned into a garment of foreign throng, and then descended, with fury in disposition be implanted in authors for wise or antique fashion, with which they pro- their eyes, to claim their rifled property. purposes; may it not be the way in which ceeded to equip themselves. I noticed, The scene of scampering and hubbub that providence has taken care that the seeds of however, that no one pretended to clothe ensued, baffles all description. The unhapknowledge and wisdom shall be preserved himself from any particular suit, but took a py culprits endeavoured in vain to escape from age to age, in spite of the inevitable sleeve from one, a cape from another, a skirt with their plunder. On one side might be seen decay of the works in which they were first from a third, thus decking himself out piece- half a dozen old monks, stripping a modern produced. We see that nature has wisely, meal, while some of his original rags would professor; on another, there was sad devasthough whimsically, provided for the convey-peep out from among his borrowed finery. tation carried into the ranks of modern draance of seeds from clime to clime, in the maws of certain birds; so that animals, which, in themselves, are little better than carrion, and apparently the lawless plunderers of the orchard and the corn field, are, in fact, nature's carriers to disperse and perpetuate her blessings. In like manner, the beauties and fine thoughts of ancient and obsolete writers, are caught up by these flights of predatory authors, and cast forth, again to flourish and bear fruit in a remote and distant tract of time. Many of their works also undergo a kind of metempsychosis, and spring up under new forms. What was formerly a ponderous history, revives in the shape of a romance-an old legend changes into a modern play-and a sober philosophical treatise furnishes the body for a whole series of bouncing and sparkling essays. Thus it is in the clearing of our American woodlands; where we burn down a forest of stately pines, a progeny of dwarf oaks start up in their place; and we never see the prostrate trunk of a tree, mouldering into soil, but it gives birth to a whole tribe of fungi. There was a portly, rosy, well-fed parson, matic writers. Beaumont and Fletcher, side whom I observed ogling several mouldy pole-by side, raged round the field like Castor and mical writers through an eye-glass. He soon Pollux, and sturdy Ben Jonson, enacted contrived to slip on the voluminous mantle more wonders than when a volunteer with the of one of the old fathers, and having pur-army in Flanders. As to the dapper little loined the gray beard of another, endeavour-compiler of farragos, mentioned some time ed to look exceedingly wise; but the smirk-since, he had arrayed himself in as many ing commonplace of his countenance set at patches and colours as Harlequin, and there nought all the trappings of wisdom. One was as fierce a contention of claimants about sickly looking gentleman was busied embroi- him, as about the dead body of Patroclus. dering a very flimsy garment with gold thread I was grieved to see many men, to whom I drawn out of several old court dresses of the had been accustomed to look up with awe reign of Queen Elizabeth. Another had and reverence, fain to steal off with scarce a trimmed himself magnificently from an illu- rag to cover their nakedness. Just then my minated manuscript, had stuck a nosegay in eye was caught by the pragmatical old genhis bosom, culled from "The Paradise of tleman in the Greek grizzled wig, who was dainty Devices," and having put Sir Philip scrambling away in sore affright with half a Sidney's hat on one side of his head, strutted score of authors in full cry after him. They off with an exquisite air of vulgar elegance. were close upon his haunches; in a twink A third, who was but of puny dimensions, ling off went his wig; at every turn some had bolstered himself out bravely with the strip of raiment was peeled away; until in spoils from several obscure tracts of philo- a few moments, from his domineering pomp, sophy, so that he had a very imposing front; he shrunk into a little, pursy, chopp'd but he was lamentably tattered in rear, and bald shot," and made his exit with only a I perceived that he had patched his small few tags and rags fluttering at his back. clothes with scraps of parchment from a Latin author. Let us not, then, lament over the decay and oblivion into which ancient writers de- There were some well-dressed gentlemen, scend; they do but submit to the great law it is true, who only helped themselves to a of nature, which declares that all sublunary gem or so, which sparkled among their own shapes of matter shall be limited in their du-ornaments, without eclipsing them. Some, ration, but which decrees also, that their too, seemed to contemplate the costumes of elements shall never perish. Generation the old writers, merely to imbibe their prinafter generation, both in animal and vegetable life, pass away, but the vital principle is transmitted to posterity, and the species continues to flourish. Thus, also, do authors beget authors, and having produced a numerous progeny, in a good old age they sleep with their fathers, that is to say, with the authors who preceded them and from whom they had stolen. ciples of taste, and catch their air and spirit; 66 Whilst I was indulging in these rambling Hill, and the solitudes of the Regent's Park. fancies, I had leaned my head against a pile He had decked himself in wreaths and ribof reverend folios. Whether it was owing bands from all the old pastoral poets, and to the soporific emanations from these works; hanging his head on one side, went about or to the profound quiet of the room; or to with a fantastical, lack-a-daisical air, bab the lassitude arising from much wandering; bling about green fields." But the personage or to an unlucky habit of napping at impro- that most struck my attention, was a pragper times and places, with which I am griev-matical old gentleman, in clerical robes, with ously afflicted; so it was, that I fell into a a remarkably large and square, but bald doze. Still, however, my imagination con- head. He entered the room wheezing and tinued busy, and indeed the same scene re- puffing, elbowed his way through the throng, mained before my mind's eye, only a little with a look of sturdy self-confidence, and changed in some of the details. I dreamt having laid hands upon a thick Greek quarto, that the chamber was still decorated with the clapped it upon his head, and swept majesti portraits of ancient authors, but that the cally away in a formidable frizzled wig. number was increased. The long tables had disappeared, and in place of the sage magi, In the height of this literary masquerade, a cry suddenly resounded from every side, of There was something so ludicrous in the catastrophe of this learned Theban, that I burst into an immoderate fit of laughter, which broke the whole illusion. The tumult and the scuffle were at an end. The chamber resumed its usual appearance. The old authors shrunk back into their picture frames, and hung in shadowy solemnity along the walls. In short, I found myself awake in my corner, with the whole assemblage of bookworms gazing at me with astonishment. Nothing of the dream had been real but my burst of laughter, a sound never before heard in that grave sanctuary, and so abhorrent to the ears of wisdom, as to electrify the fraternity. The librarian now stepped up to me, and demanded whether I had a card of admission. At first I did not comprehend him, but I soon found that the library was a kind of literary "preserve," subject to game laws, and that no one must presume to hunt there without special license and permission. In a word, I stood convicted of being an arrant poacher, and was glad to make a precipitate retreat, lest I should have a whole pack of authors let loose upon me. Sketches from St. George's Fields. By 1820. This satirical poem purports to be written by an Italian painter, to divert his melancholy while in the King's As Belcour when returning bent his neck, But woe to him that calls your lordship currish.) 'Twas six o'clock precise; Ranger becomes the cicerone of the Park, His horses wait; he's going for a ride—” 66 spurs ?-" his A curse confound such base unmanner'd curs." Where hope of some short joy the sanguine draws, | And vanity is fed by bad applause, The brute his wonted offal seeks, the fool See yon pale wretch,-observe his vacant His lustre lacking eye, and matted hair; His squalid hands, his soil'd and tatter'd dress- We add but one other specimen : it is a graphic view, and given in the reply of a ci-devant fashionable to a brother prisoner. An eager visaged inmate of that place, Asmiled past a cook in busy pride, The rich aroma, climbing to his brain, new Improved consommée or superb ragoût, An old friend is brought in prisoner, and Ranger and Belcour, who had seen better times, renew their acquaintance in limbo. A bed room is hired for the itter. No herse more closely girds the cofrin'd dead, Not half so low from old Bellario's cave The inmates of the gaol are thus des cribed. Here ruin'd lawyers ruin'd clients meet; If you complain, have I not cause to fume, Bids you manoeuvre, ere you sit, to know many colours, gives a patch of all; through, Midst crevices, whence issue forth cach night The vermin hordes that plague, and make me long for light. |