1157 Its silver beams rest on the tombs, But enter not the grave's confines; There neither sun nor moonlight shines, But blackest night for ever dwells. The joy and grief of ages past, The father's hope, the widow's stay, Why are the dead reserv'd with care? "Tis the bright hope the Bible gives, This storehouse of the dead shall ope, And all that sleep in dust shall wake; When the archangel's trump shall shake The deep foundations of the earth. DANIEL COPSEY. Braintree; May 29, 1816. From the New Monthly Magazine: Poetry. By the late ALFRED POINTZ SANDERSON. [The following lines are the production of a young gentleman now no more! Though written before he had attained his twentieth year, they discover a correct taste, united with a fine imagination. We find in them none of those laboured ornaments--none of those pompous and fantastic epithets which usually load juvenile performances. A chaste simplicity, every where supported by elegance, is (if my prejudices do not mislead me) their distinguishing character. They address the heart by the tenderness of their sentiments and recommend themselves to the taste by the purity of their style. The youth who has given this early display of genius was a native of Northleach, in Gloucestershire, and received a part of his education at the Free School there, of which his father was head-master. About the age of thirteen, he had the misfortune to lose his father, who died of an apoplexy, soon after he had obtained some church preferment. The destitute situation of the family, occasioned by this event, drew upon them the benevolent attention of the late Dowager Lady Spencer, who adorned high life by the lustre of her virtues. Under her patronage, the subject of this brief memoir was sent to Pembroke College, Oxford, where he pursued his studies with an [116 of a blood-vessel, occasioned by too violent WEET ev'ning star! whose placid ray Hush'd are the woods, the groves, the vales, The mellow beams of moon-light fall. From life's gay morn to closing age! That soothes the swain's unruffled hour?' Safe in life's vale, from harsh alarms, Feel sorrow but in FANCY's dreams! May all I see that home endear! And friends around my bed shall weep, And may the breeze the green grass wave, And o'er it beam the sun of even! And nought be heard near my low cell, Save village-sounds at daylight's close ; From the Gentleman's Magazine. By Lord THURLOW. ardour and activity of mind which difficulties NOW the pied April shows her blossom'd could not check. The Greek and Roman Classics were bis particular favourites; and he acquired a skill in them which older scholars seldom attain, of which a version of Pope's Messiah into Latin poetry (the product of some of his leisure hours in college) is a sufficient evidence. It shews a mind well acquainted with the felicities of style and expression, with the versification, and idiomatical elegancies of the Roman Poets. But his literary career, though brilliant, was short. The roptare thorn, And saffron cowstips the green meads adora; tree And household elder of their leaves are free: * Curfew. Let us, my Silvia, to the woods begone, And make the birth-day of the year our own. Thou art as sweet as Spring; as dear to me As is the golden honey of the bee; And Ocean shall be parted from the strand, Ere I forsake thee or thy lov'd command. Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: Finish'd as they had begun, Proud of Persecution's rage; One in fire, and two in field, Their belief with blood have seal'd; II. There are seven pillars of gothic mould, For in these limbs its teeth remain, III. They chain'd us each to a column stone, With some new hope, or legend old, A grating sound---not full and free I was the eldest of the three, And to uphold and cheer the rest I ought to do---and did my best--And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him--with eyes as blue as heaven, For him my soul was sorely moved; And truly might it be distrest To see such bird in such a nest; For he was beautiful as day--(When day was beautiful to me As to young eagles, being free)--10 A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's gone, Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun: And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirit gay, 20 With tears for nought but other's ills, [118 And then they flowed like mountain rills, Unless he could assuage the woe Which he abhorr'd to view below. V. The other was as pure of mind, But formed to combat with his kind; With joy :--but not in chains to pine: 30 Those relics of a home so dear. Had followed there the deer and wolf; VI. Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls; 40 Thus much the fathom-line was sent 50 60 70 98 100 110 Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high 121 And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smil'd to see The death that would have set me free. I said my nearer brother pined, For we were used to hunter's fare, But he, the favourite and the flower 180 I've seen it on the breaking ocean Strive with a swoln convulsive motion, L120 180 140 While all the while, a cheek whose bloom 199 160 170 20 900 I called, and thought I heard a sound--- I only stirred on this black spot, I only lived---I only drew One on the earth, and one beneath--- I could not die, I had no earthly hope---but faith, And that forbade a selfish death. Concluded in our next. LONDON 221 230 INTELLIGENCE IN LITERATURE, AND THE ARTS AND SCIENCES. Mr. NICHOLS has nearly completed at the press Two Volumes of "Illustrations of Literature, consisting of Genuine Memoirs and Original Letters of Eminent Persons, who flourished in the Eighteenth Century;" and intended as a Sequel to the " Literary Anecdotes." He has also nearly ready for publication, a Third Quarto Volume of the Biographical Memoirs of WILLIAM HOGARTH; with illustrative Essays, and 50 Plates not in the two former Volumes. Shortly will appear a new work, compris ing The State Lottery, a Dream: by Sam. Roberts. Also Thoughts on Wheels, a Poem: By James Montgomery, Author of the Wanderer of Switzerland, &c. In one vol. Duodecimo. The Round Table, a collection of Essays, on Literature, Men, and Manners. By LEIGH HUNT and WILLIAM HAZLITT. 2 vols. 12mo. Mr. W. SAVAGE is making great progress in his work on Decorative Printing; which promises to form a new era in Printing, by enabling us to represent subjects in their proper colours, so as to imitate Drawings, at the common press, and by the usual process. Mr. Coke, of Holkham, was the purchaser, at Mr. Roscoe's sale, of the fine portrait of Leo the Tenth, for 500 guineas.---The library sold for £5150; the prints for £1880; and the drawings £738. Mr. Campbell, the Poet, has determined to proceed with his Critical Lives of the Poets, with Specimens, which will certainly appear in the course of the winter. What passion cannot Music raise and quell! Within the hollow of that shell By Music, minds an equal temper know, Warriors she fires with animated sounds: rational amusement, which, relieving the mind at intervals from the fatigue of serious occupation, invigorates and prepares it for fresh exertion. It is the perfection of any science to unite these advantages, to promote the advancement of public and private virtue, and to supply such a degree of amusement, as to supersede the necessity of recurrence to frivolous pursuits for the sake of relaxation-and of this nature, in a peculiar degree, is the science of Music. The sister of Mirth and friend of Sorrow, it is this which recreates our Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds; spirits when fatigued with care, that ban Melancholy lifts her head, Morpheus rouses from his bed, Sloth unfolds her arms, and wakes, Intestine wars no more our passions wage, THE POPE. HE value of any science, says Tytler, is to be estimated according to its tendency to promote improvement; either in private virtue, or in those qualities which render man extensively use ful to society. Some objects of pursuit have a secondary utility; in furnishing M Eng. Mag. Vol. I. ishes our melancholy when oppressed with sorrow, that augments our pleasures when inclined for mirth; as seasonable in grief as in joy; as properly employed in ceremonies of the greatest solemnity, as in those of mirth and pleasure; as much relished when we are in solitude as when we are in company; it is this alone which, at once calculated to delight the young and old, the joyful and the sad, is equally suited to all ages and capacities, all times and places. To a science like this, then, possessed of such great and varied advantages, we should imagine it impossible for any to find objection; and though it is not en 123] On Music. [124 tirely the case, yet its opponents, as it is might be applied to better purposes? And natural to suppose, are comparatively and tortunately few. might it not, as is too frequently the case, be applied to worse? Might not the The chief and only arguments, how- mind that is thus engaged, be otherwise ever, that seem to be urged against its vacant and misemployed; exercised upcultivation are, the immoral effects which on thoughts that are frivolous and useless, it is believed to produce in female minds, or, what would be still worse, upon such by the employment of their thoughts as are vicious and improper? might not too much upon the subject of love; the the hours we devote to this be otherwise time which it occupies, that might be consumed in the doing of nothing, or, devoted to better purposes; and its ten- what would be still worse, in the doing dency to effeminate the soul and banish of harm; frittered and fooled away in the the manly virtues. shuffling and cutting of cards, the perusal of The first argument against the study novels, or an over-attention to the foppeof music, the immoral impression it is ries of dress, and the frivolities of fashion. apt to produce by employing the mind The third argument, adduced by way too much upon the subject of love, is of objection to this art, is the tendency it certainly a false one. The same objec- is said to possess in effeminating the soul, tion might be made with equal force, to and banishing the manly virtues; but the cultivation of letters. We know that the truth of this assertion must be denied ; there are works of an immoral tendency, on the contrary, there is nothing, when as well as those of an opposite nature; properly directed, so well calculated to but it would be absurd, on this account, exalt the mind, or ameliorate the heart. to condemn the cultivation of literature in general. In respectable families, neither books nor songs of an immoral or improper description are, of course, admitted; and, where it is otherwise, the fault must not be attributed to letters or the science of music, which in the hands of the well-intentioned will ever be wielded in a good cause, as instruments to suppress vice and encourage virtue. Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, The man that hath not music in his soul, And his affections dark as Erebus ; SHAKSPEARE. Is there a heart that music cannot melt? Of solitude and melancholy born? He needs not woo the muse; he is her scorn; mourn And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine, Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine. BEATTIE. The next objection, that is urged against music, is the time that it occupies-but what is this? rather a reflection upon the person than the science; an argument that may be equally applied to every thing else that is excellent as this; for what is there good and useful,in modBut there are no greater testimonies eration,that is not at the same time hurtful in favour of this science than the respect and pernicious, in the extreme? as well which it has received from the first chamight we,for the same reason,argue against racters of all ages and nations, sacred and food, because there are some who are in- profane. Omitting, however, to speak temperate in feasting; food in itself is of its divine sanction ;* the share it posbeneficial; it is only in excess that it sessed in the Jewish service; and the becomes injurious; it is not this, thereplace it still holds in the religious cerefore, that deserves censure when we suf- monies of the present day; we only obfer from the effects of its abuse; the reproof must fall upon ourselves; and it is the same with music; if we allow it to engross too much of our time, it is our own error, and cannot, in justice, be produced as an objection to the science, But the time that is occupied in this * 2 Chron. xxix. 95, &c. +Vide Lightfoot's Description of the Temple of Solomon, and Capel's Templi Hierasolymitani triplex delineatio ex Villalpando Josepho, Maimonide et Talmude, prefixed to Walton's Polyglot, &c. |