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It were easy to extend observations ty; he must not aim at what he thinks of this kind, and to produce other cau- the spirit of the passage, while he negses of obscurity in the various figures lects the letter ; because, in so doing, which are employed in the page of in- he may have missed its true meaning; spiration. The truth is, that similar he may have mistaken the nature of difficulties present themselves in all the the allusion, and then he entails bis classical productions of antiquity; and own mistake upon posterity. But if he it would bave been a strong argument translates accurately, though the pasagainst the genuineness of the Scriptures, sage may be obscure to bimself and to had they been wanting in that style of bis readers, yet perhaps the informaspeaking and thinking which were pe- tion brought home by some traveller culiar to the times in which they were who has observed the custom of eastern written.

nations, or the discovery of some book There is only one more remark on of antiquity, may throw light upon it, this subject to which the attention of and enable us to perceive beauties the reader is particularly requested; which were before concealed, and and that is, the difficulty of conveying which would have remained in darkthe true import of a figure in a trans- ness had the translator taken the liberlation. Let the reader take a French ty which translators of other books are book, and, regardless of the idiom permitted to take with impunity. of the two languages, and of the differ Making then due allowance for these ent class of figures employed by them, several circumstances, which hinder us let him translate literally, and how from perceiving many of the excellenmuch will be lose of the beauty and, in ces of Scripture, we are still conmany cases,of the sense of the original! strained to acknowledge that there is

Now in the translation of the Bible no book that can stand a cumparison there is less liberty allowed to the ima- with the Bible—none, which labours gination, and even judgment of the under such great disadvantages to the translator, than in any other book. His developement of its peculiar beauties of business is not to embellish, and not composition, and which yet rises far even to give his own explanation of above them all, exhibiting those specipassages, but to put his reader in pos- mens in every style of writing and of session of the plain Word of God. He thinking, which are above all imitation must not sacrifice correctness to beau- and all praise.

LONDON LYRICS.

(New Mon.)

POOR ROBIN'S PROPHECY.
When girls prefer old lovers,

When doers turn to talkers,
Wbed merchants scoff at gain,

And Quakers love a ball;
When Thurtell's skull discovers

Then hurry home, street-walkers,
What pass'd in Thurtell's brain;

For sure the sky will fall.
When farms contain no growlers,

When lads from Cork or Newry
No pig-tail Wapping-wall,

Won't broach a whisky flask,
Thea spread your lark-pets, fowlers,

When comedy at Drury
For sure the sky will fall.

Again shall lift her mask :
When Boston men love banter,

When peerless Kitty utters
Wheo loan-contractors sleep,

Her airs in tuneless squall,
When Chancery-pleadings canter,

Then, cats, desert your gutters,
And common-law ones creep :

For sure the sky will fall.
When topers swear that claret 's

When worth dreads no detractor,
The vilest drink of all;

Wit thrives at Amsterdam,
Then, housentaids, quit your garrets,

And manager and actor
For sure the sky will fall.

Lie down like kid and lamb;
When Southey leagues with Wooller,

When bard with bard embraces,
When dandies show no sbape,

And critics cease to maul,
When fiddlers' heads are fuller

Then, travellers, mend your paces,
Than that whereon they scrape :

For sure the sky will fall.

When men, who leave off business

With butter-cups to play,
Find in their heads no dizziness,

Nor long for "melting day:”

When cits their pert Mount-pleasants

Deprive of poplars tall;
Then, poachers, prowl for pheasants,

For sure the sky will fall.

CAESAR.

GREENWICH HOSPITAL.

(Lond. Lit. Gaz.) "Let not ambition mock their useful toil,

in a calm, a good-humoured smile, and Their honest joys and destiny obscure ;

6 What cheer! what cheer !” for eveNor Grandeur bear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor.":

ry one he meets ? Death and he bave

been playmates ever since he was a litWHY aye, day after day, we hear tle powder-monkey in the Thunder;

and read of great men's actions and though that gentleman has often and their fame; but who is there be- grinn’d at bim, and smuggd (as the side a sheave of the old block would boys say) a bit of him now and then, endeavour to snatch from oblivion the he still lives in spite of his teeth, a memorial of the humble Tar? No, French abridgement of an English no, the world's too busy bespattering work. Oh if I could persuade you their foes, or bepraising their friends, once, Mr. Editor, to pass an hour at to heed the “ auncient marinier.” But the Jolly Sailor, it would leave an imto me-oh there is a rich treat in it far pression upon your mind, never, to be beyond what the antiquarian feels erased. There all is honesty and when he takes the rusty farthing out of truth; though to do them justice they the vinegar, expecting at least to find a can stretch the fox a bit, such as seeing

However, bate detraction the Purser running round the grater of —“ Jack up a son gout” is my old Mount Vesuvius for making dead men motto. For myself, I love to steal in chew tobacco, and placing the stoppaunperceived among a group of old Pen- ges of grog to his own account; or a sioners, and listen to their tails of the long story of the mermaids (as they olden time. There is a secret pleasure pass'd the ships of a morning watch) in notoriety when honourably acquired. with their pails, going to milk the seaAsk -- whether he never felt a grat- cows.

Aye, aye, (says old Sam,) I ification at hearing the whisper as he remembers a merman in the Mediterpassed along, “ That's C

the po- raneaa ; he was about the civillest feler, that's the author of

-,” Well, low of the kind I ever met with, for afso it is with me; I square my wig byter dancing a hornpipe he comes along. the lifts and braces, get my spectacles side, and pulling off his hat to the Capa cock-bill, mount my sky-scraper hat tain, asked to light his pipe by the binwith a dog-vape, and sally forth into nacle lamp, for his wife had got drunk the College. A graceful bow, like the and let the fire go out, and they had beave-and-set of a Dutch dogger in a chips only once-a-day.” But then to head sea, always attends my entry at hear them talk of wounds and battles, the gates ; and I pass on among the while the names of the gallant heroes loud remarks of « That's he! that's of the wave as familiar in their mouths the litter-hater gemman--him as sends as household words_names that once our yarns for the Head-it-er to spin.” warmed the Briton's heart with glowOnce or twice, 'tis true, I have been ing ardour, Howe, Duncan, Nelson, annoyed by some pickled dog willing Collingwood, Malcolm, and a honto preserve his wicked jest, who has dred others, are in their flowing cups sent a stale quid whistling by my left freshly remembered,' and each pointing ear, to show his knowledge of Latin in to his scars, will tell of the feats done declining quis-quis. But who is there, in his day. A few evenings since I unmoved, can look at the grey-baired took my usual seat in the room, (a snug veteran-timber to the heel-bis ma corner being appropriated to the abthematical moon-raker topp'd to port, sent man,) and resting my head upon and his left arm upon either shoulder my hand, appeared involved in thoughtswinging about like the spanker-boom « Ah ! then were the times, messmate,

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Well,

(said Dick Willis,) when they used to wash'd overboard the binnacle and the get their bread and cheese ; bad luck companion ; the Captain lost his to old — for ever inventing water to quadrant, and couldn't keep an obsergrog! Howsomever, we are never vation for fifteen days : at last we arsatisfied, and shouldn't be content if rived safe at Halifax. Read it again, they made us Lords of the Admirality. neighbour.' Again the letter was read. I recollects as if it was but yesterday, Once more, neighbour.' This too when Nelson led us at Trafalgar, eh, was complied with : when the old girl, Hameish?—that was a glorious day thinking she'd got it all by heart, sallied for England! You remember Mr. forth, big with importance. Rivers, a smart, active Midshipman, Dame, what news ?'' cried a dozen voithat lost his leg? I understands he's ces. Oh! my poor son'— I hopes a Captain dow—a worthier fellow ne- no mischief,dame! Thank God! he's ver wore a head; nay, there wasn't a safe! But he has been driven into the man a-board (though his precious limb Bay of Firmament by a bamboozle was dock’d) that could beat him in go- right in the teeth.

it blow'd great ing aloft; and I've seen him lead down guns'-—-La! bless us; what a wona dance with his wooden pin flourishing der they wasn't all beat to atomys-well, away as well as the nimblest there. I wouldn't be a sailor? - Ah ! but Almost the first as was killed fell close that warn't the worst--they carried to Nelson; I shall never forget the away the pulpit-a heavy sea washed look be gave! and when he received overboard the pinnacle of the tabernahis own Found, 'twas as if the shot cle--the captain lost his conjuration, had pierced every heart in the ship. and couldn't get any salvation for fifBut he's gone, messmate, he's gone! teen days—at last they arrived safe at Well, here's success to him wherever Hallelujah.' Poor Joe was desperatehe is; we shall never look upon his ly fond of soaking his biscuit, and allike again. And my brave Comman- ways got groggy whenever he could. der, Collingwood, he too has slipt his Once I remember we were refitting in moorings, and got a moneyment in St. Portsmouth harbour, and lay over on Paul's, though I carn't make any thing the Gosport side, just above the old of it. Mayhap it may be all right, for Gladiator, and so many hands had libI don't understand harkey-tecture and erty every day. It was Sunday afterGreek ; but yet I should have liked to noon, and the first lieutenant, with the have seen some-ot like himself.” “Why, other officers, were walking the quar(says Jem Breeching,) "it's the fash- ter-deck, Joe bowled aft, and dowsing ion, and they wear 'em so now-Poor his bat, ask'd leave to go on shore. Joe Thompson-he lost his life-that "No, Thompson,' said the lieutenant, Trafalgar business. We were mess- it is not in my power. Only for mates together in the frigate. He half an hour, Sir.'' I cannot grant it.? used to tell a comical story about his "I have been five years, Sir, without old mother. She was a press-biter or ever touching land, Sir, and if you a methodiss, I don't know which don't let me go, I shall die. You howsomever, before he got press’d, he know, Thompson, if you go on shore sailed in a merchant-man, and the you'll get drunk, kick up a row, and I dame bad waited a long time in anx- shall be condemned— besides, the Capious expectation of hearing from him. tain's orders are positively against it.? At last the letter arrived at the village, Away went Joe forward to look over and all bands rap to hear the news, but the gang-way. Back again he came, the old lady chose to peruse it first; "For ten minutes, Sir; indeed I won't and because she couldn't read herself, get moon-eyed.' Not for one minute.? the clerk of the parish was sent for, and Only let me put my toes ashore.' then she found that her son had been “Well, Thompson, (says the lieutedriven into the Bay of Fundi by a pam- nant,) if you like to go and tramp in poosa right in their teeth. It blow'd the mud there (pointing towards Hasgreat guns,' wrote Joe, and we carri. lar Hospital) for the next two bours, ed away the bolt-sprit; a heavy sea you're welcome ; but not a step fur

ther. Thank ye, Sir ;' and down were going up to the rigging loft, when below he went. We all pitied him, the flag lieutenant ordered him to make 'cause he was a hearty fellow, and we us fall in agreeable to the regulations. knew the officer was only in joke. Well, there he was for about an hour Up came Joe again, full dress’d. I'm facing us to all points of the compass. ready, Sir.' Ready! ready for what?' At last the Admiral cotch'd sight of • To take a walk, Sír.' Why, Thomp- us: “Halloo! halloo, Officer ! what son, you could hardly think me seri are you doing here ?" l'm endeaous. I hope you won't go from your vouring to make the men fall in two word, Sir. A burst of laughter and and two, Sir; but as there are only surprise came from all hands; but Joe three of them, I can't do it for the life persevered, and was actually landed on o' me, though I have been squaring the mud in his white dress, where he them all manner of ways.' I think I continued to travel to and fro, in the can see him now-his scraper athwart presence of some hundreds of specta- ships, white small-clothes, and military tors, till his two hours were expired, boots, (a famous hand at his legs ;) when he hailed to be taken aboard, and then his eyes as keen as a northerly was as perfectly sacisfied as he would gale. There wasn't a Middie on the have been with a week's liberty. He station but will remember him all the was a dry subject, though always wet- days of his life; and as for the Warting.' The Gladiator, (said Jack rant Officers, to hear him call out, Rattlin,) why that was the time Sir • Halloo! Master Carpenter there, I- C-had his flag flying aboard of with the scupper leather boots ! But her. Him as used to make us march he was a smart Officer, and knew his like sodgers, two and two, in the Dock- duty, and while he lives may he never yard; and one day, our midshipman forget it." bad only three hands ashore, and we

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AN OLD SAILOR.

HAJJI BABA OF ISPAHAN.

(Blackwood's Mag.) WHEN Anastasius first made its But Anastasius, though full of circum

appearance, everybody thought stance which necessarily had been conLord Byron was taking to write prose; nected by travel, was (that circumfor there was no living author but Lord stance, all of it, apart) a work of imByron supposed capable of having mense genius, and natural power. The written such a book. When Byron de- thing told was good; but the manner of nied the work, (and, in fact, his lord- telling it was still better. The book ship could not have written it,) people was absolutely crammed with bold inlooked about again, and wondered who cidents, and brilliant descriptionsthe author could be. But, when the with historical details, given in a style production was claimed by Mr. Thomas which Hume and Gibbon could scarceHope, who had heretofore, written only ly have surpassed ; and with analysis about chairs and tables, and not written of human character and impulse, such very well about chairs and tables nei as even Mandeville might have been ther, then the puzzlement of ratiocina- proud to acknowledge. Material, as tors became profounder than ever. regards every description of work, is

All that could be made out at all perhaps the first point towards success, in common between Mr. Hope and it is not easy for any man to write ill, Anastasius, was, that Mr. Hope had who has an overflow of fresh matter to had opportunities of getting at the local write about. information which that book contained. But Anastasius was anything rather He had visited those parts of the world than a bare combination of material. in which the scene was chiefly laid ; The author did not merely appear to and had resided in some of them (as have imbued himself completely, with at Constantinople) for a considerable a scarce and interesting species of inperiod.

formation, and to have the power of

scene.

pouring that information forth again, out all this description, and the admirain any shape he pleased; but he also ble scene that follows—his leaving seemed to have the power, (and withal, her when she faints, believing her illalmost equally the facility,) of originat- ness to be affected—the nervous foreing new matter, of most curious and bodings that come over him, aftervaluable quality. He paraded a super- wards, at the banquet, until, at length, fluity of attainment at one moment, and he is compelled to quit the partyshowed a faculty to act without any of hurries home--and finds her gone! it the next; displayed an extraordinary Throughout the whole of this narraacquired talent for drawing man, as he tive, there is not an epithet bordering is in one particular country ; but a still upon inflation. The writer never stops more extraordinary intuitive talent for to make a display of his feelings ; but drawing man, as he is in every class, keeps up the passion as he goes on, and in every country.

merely by keeping up the action of the His capacity for producing effect was The simplicity all through, and so extended, that he could afford to tri- the natural elegance of the style, catches file with it. Anastasius was not merely attention almost as much as the comone of the most vigorous, but absolutely manding interest of the subject. The the most vigorous, of the “dark-eyed tale is one of the most painful that and slender-waisted heroes,” that had ever was related; and it is told in the appeared. We liked him better than plainest, and most unaffected possible any of his cater cousins, because the manner. family characteristics were more fully And it is the great art of Mr. Hope, developed in him. The Giaours had in this story of Euphrosyne, as in the their hundred vices, and their single conduct of a hundred other criminalivirtue; but Anastasius came without ties into which he precipitates his hero any virtue at all. The Corsairs were throwing him actually into scrapes Findictive, and rapacious, and sangui- sometimes, as though for the pleasure nary, as regarded their fellow-men; but of taking him out of them again—it is Anastasius had no mercy even upon the author's great art, that, with all his woman.

vices, Anastasius never thoroughly losThe history of Euphrosyne is not es the sympathy of the reader. There only the most powerful feature in Mr. is a rag of good feeling—a wretched Hope's book; but, perhaps, one of the rag it is, and it commonly shows itself most powerful stories that ever was in the most useless shape too (in the written in a novel.

shape of repentance)—but there is a There is a vraisemblance about the remnant of feeling about the rogue, villainy of that transaction, which it (though no jot of moral principle,) sickens the soul to think of. Crabbe and a pride of heart, which, with rocould not have dug deeper for horrible mance readers, covers a multitude of realities; nor could the author of the sins; and upon this trifle of honesty, Fable of the Bees, have put them into (the very limited amount of which is a more simple, yet eloquent and ener- curiosity,) joined to a vast fund of atgetic, language. For throughout the tractive and popular qualities—wit, whole description of Euphrosyne's sit- animal spirits, gay figure, and personal uation, after she becomes the mistress courage--he contrives, through three of Anastasius_his harsh treatment of volumes, to keep just within the public her in the first instance, by degrees in- estimation. creasing to brutality-his deliberately And apart too from, and even betorturing her, to compel her to leave yond, the interest of the leading chahim, even when he knows she has not racters in Anastasius, there is so much a place of refuge upon earth—her pa- pains laid out upon all the tributary tient submission, after a time, only personages of the tale ; the work is got aggravating his fury, and his telling up with the labour of a large picture, her, in terms, “ to go!” that “he de- in which the most distant figure is sires to see her no more !” Through- meant to be a portrait. Suleiman Bey

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