There seem'd a glory round us, and Teresa

The angel of the vision.'

There is something of uncommon richness and wildness of fancy in the following speech of Teresa:

There are woes

Ill barter'd for the garishness of joy.
If it be wretched with an untir'd eye,

To watch those skiey tints, and this green ocean;

Or in the sultry hour, beneath some rock,
My hair dishevelled by the pleasant sea-breeze,
To shape sweet visions, and live o'er again
All past hours of delight. If it be wretched
To watch some bark, and fancy Alvar there,
To go through each minutest circumstance
Of the blest meeting, and to frame adventures
Most terrible and strange, and hear him tell them;
And if indeed it be a wretched thing

To trick out mine own death-bed, and imagine
That I had died, died just ere his return!
Then see him listening to my constancy,
Or hover round, as he at midnight oft
Sits on my grave, and gazes at the moon;
Or haply in some more fantastic mood,
To be in Paradise, and with choice flowers
Build up a bower, where he and I might dwell,
And there to wait his coming! O my sire,

If this be wretchedness, what were it, think you,
If in a most assured reality

He should return, and see a brother's infant
Smile at him from my arms!'

Highly, however, as we think of the merits of the Remorse, we confess we are rather surprised that it should ever have been popular on the stage. The plot has radical errors, and is full of improbabilities. It is improbable that Teresa should not recognise Alvar; it is improbable, that neither Ordonio nor Isidore should discover him; it is improbable, that Alhadra should have been able to collect her band of Morescoes in so short a time; it is improbable, that she should have penetrated, undiscovered, with them, to the dungeon in the castle; it is still more improbable, that she should escape with them, unmolested, when Valdez and his peasantry must have been in the very entrance. There is also a considerable awkwardness in the conduct of the plot; between the closing of each act and the opening of the following one, more of the action is carried on, than it is possible by any stretch of imagination to suppose natural. We do not, however, build upon those errors, our opinion, that the play is not likely to keep possession of the stage. We know, that in the

illusion of splendid scenery, and the bustle of representation, greater defects than these may well be overlooked; but we think that the great merits of the Remorse are precisely those which in representation would be neglected, or ill understood by the majority of spectators. The character of Ordonio is the masterly conception of an original mind, but to be duly appreciated it must be not merely seen, but studied: it is strongly marked with the metaphysical habits of the author; and the parts must be compared with each other, and with the whole, before we can enter into the poet's own ideas of Ordonio.

Again, the poetry, beautiful as it is, and strongly as it appeals in many parts to the heart, is yet too frequently of a lofty and imaginative character, far removed from the ready apprehension of common minds. We consider the invocation to be appropriate and happy and aided by music, scenery, and the solemn feelings that naturally arise on such occasions, we can conceive that the whole effect must have been awful and imposing; but how few of the audience would comprehend at a single hearing poetry so full of mysterious and learned allusion, as the following!

With no irreverent voice, or uncouth charm

I call up the departed. Soul of Alvar,

Hear our soft suit

Since haply thou art one

Of that innumerable company,

Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow,
Girdle this round earth in a dizzy motion,
With noise too vast and constant to be heard:
Fitliest unheard! For oh ye numberless
And rapid travellers, what ear unstunn'd,
What sense unmaddened might bear up against
The rushing of your congregated wings! [Music.
Even now your living wheel turns o'er my head.
Ye, as ye pass, toss high the desert sands
That roar, and whiten, like a burst of waters,
A sweet appearance, but a dread illusion
To the parch'd caravan, that roams by night.
And ye build up on the becalmed waves
That whirling pillar, which from earth to heaven
Stands vast and moves in blackness, &c.

Throughout the play, the reader who is at all conversant with Shakspeare, will perceive the author's ardent admiration of the father of the English drama. Mr. Coleridge is, however, no servile copyist; in general his imitation is of that judicious kind which is felt every where, and seen no where, a likeness of the whole, rather than a copy of any part; in some instances, however, by boldly venturing to try his strength with his great master, he forces us to a comparison of particular passages which is not favourable to him. The imitation, for example, of Hamlet's

picture of his father and uncle, though not without some beautiful lines, appears to be the effort of an injudicious and mistaken ambition. Should we even allow, that in any instance of this sort Mr. Coleridge had equalled the parallel passage in Shakspeare, this would not in any way affect our judgment of the merits of the two poets. It is one thing to invent, another to imitate; it is one thing as by inspiration to throw out a bright passage, which shall become a text in the mouths of all men for ever, and another to study that passage, to enlarge its beauties, to supply its defects, to prune its luxuriancies, and thus at length produce a faultless copy of an imperfect original. Mr. Coleridge is not often guilty of this fault; he has in general rather given us the character, than the features of Shakspeare. For these and many other excellences, which our limits prevent us from noticing, we will venture to recommend the Remorse to our readers. We are confident of its success in the closet, we wish we could be as sanguine of our own, when we exhort Mr. Coleridge to a better application of the talents, which Providence has imparted to him. He has been long before the public, and has acquired a reputation for ability proportioned rather to what he is supposed capable of performing, than to any thing which he has accomplished. In truth, if life be dissipated in alternations of desultory application, and nervous indolence, if scheme be added to scheme, and plan to plan, all to be deserted, when the labour of execution begins, the greatest talents will soon become enervated, and unequal to tasks of comparative facility. We are no advocates for bookmaking, but where the best part of a life, and endowments, of no ordinary class have been devoted to the acquiring and digesting of information on important subjects, it is neither accordant with the duty of a citizen to his country, nor the gratitude of a creature to his maker, to suffer the fruits of his labour to perish. We remember the saying of the pious Hooker, 'that he did not beg a long life of God for any other reason but to live to finish his three remaining books of Polity. In this prayer we believe that personal views of fame had little or no concern; but it is not forbidden us to indulge a reasonable desire of a glorious name in the aftertime.

ART. XIII.-History of the Azores, or Western Islands; containing an Account of the Government, Laws, and Religion; the Manners, Ceremonies, and Character of the Inhabitants; and demonstrating the Importance of these valuable Islands to the British Empire. London. 1813.

HE quality possessed by the magnet of attracting iron was well known to the ancients; but when, or where, or by whom the

remarkable property of its polarity was first discovered, is doomed, it would seem, to remain an impenetrable secret. Nor is the first application of this quality to the purposes of navigation-a circumstance which must for ever rank among the most important as well as wonderful events in the history of the progress of human knowledge-better known to us. That no record should remain, no trace be found, of the success or failure of the first experiments-of the cautious proceedings, of the hopes and fears, of him who first launched his frail bark into the wild ocean's wave' under the directing influence of this extraordinary instrument,-is difficult to be conceived, even with all the allowances for the unenlightened times in which it was made.

If, however, a hope may yet be indulged that any such records are in existence, they must unquestionably be sought in Portugal. It may be urged, indeed, that the two great historians of the nautical discoveries of that nation, Jean de Barros and Faria y Sousa, having had the full command of all the requisite documents for the compilation of their respective narratives, would not have overlooked so extraordinary a discovery, if any record of it had passed through their hands. But this by no means follows. They inquired not beyond the facts of the voyages that came before them. And even in recording these, it was too much the fashion of writers of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries to quote authorities for opinions but not for facts; if it was maintained that 'fire would burn, or water drown, Pliny was called upon to vouch for the one, and Galen for the other; but an historical fact was to be taken on the simple authority of the author, whom indeed they rarely condescended to name. Of the lights therefore which led to these maritime discoveries-the spirit in which they were undertaken and persevered in, in spite of the numerous difficulties and dangers to be encountered, and which would do honour to any age or nation-these historians convey but very scanty and imperfect information. The preparatory memoirs, and the original journals of the voyages, if still in existence, (of which we have little doubt,) would afford materials for one of the most curious and instructive histories of the early progress of maritime and geographical knowledge that has yet been exhibited; and we cannot help thinking that this desideratum in literature might yet fall to the share of some of our countrymen who have been the means of preserving the existence of that ancient kingdom, if a proper search were set about at this moment. We venture to say there would be no objection on the part of the Portugueze government. Any intelligent and respectable Englishman, well acquainted with the language of the country, would find no difficulty in getting access to the public records: the object of the research, so flattering to the nation, would of itself ensure every assistance,

The fortitude and perseverance of the people who,' as Doctor Vincent has justly observed, completed for the world the greatest discovery that navigation has yet to boast of,' must command the admir tion of all nations and all ages. It is that perseverance which gives a colour to the argument of their sovereign having procured some previous knowledge that a passage to India did exist round the Cape of Good Hope. This, however, could not have been obtained, as some suppose, from the Moors of Africa, with whom they came in contact after the conquest of Ceuta. The knowledge of the Arabs on the west side of Africa extended no farther than the great desert of Saara, and on the east was limited to Sofala; all beyond these limits was supposed to terminate in the mare tenebrosum.' It appears, indeed, from the account of the voyages of Abu Zeid al Hasan to India and China, in the ninth century, that, from the wreck of an Indiabuilt ship found on the coast of Syria, his countrymen inferred there must be a communication between the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean, a thing,' says he, 'quite unknown to those who lived before us;' they thought, however, that this communication was round the country of China, and of Sila, the uttermost parts of Turkestan and the country of the Chozars.' (Czars.)

It is far more probable, that whatever information the Portugueze possessed, was derived from the Venetian school, at that time the seat of maritime science. We know from Barros, and the fact is corroborated by Candido Lusitano, that Prince Henry procured, with much expense and difficulty, a certain Jacomo of Majorca to teach the art of navigation and also the construction of inathematical instruments and geographical charts, for all of which he was in those days much celebrated; and we also find that in 1444 this prince employed Luiz Cadamosto, a noble Venetian, in prosecuting his discoveries; and a record still remains in the monastery of St. Michael di Murano, at Venice, of Alphonso V. of Portugal having ordered a copy to be made of the famous map of Fra Mauro deposited there, in which Africa is terminated on the south by Cape Diab', and a note inserted, stating the report of a ship from India having passed the extreme point south -2000 miles towards the West and S. W. in the year 1420. The date of this map is 1459, twenty-seven years previous to the voyage of Diaż to the Cape of Good Hope.

No mention, however, of this map is made by the early Portugueze writers; they do not even inform us, whether, in their African discoveries, which commenced in 1415, they were assisted by the compass, though the probability is that they were in possession of this instrument, as in 1418 they discovered Porto Santa, and the following year returned and took possession of the island of