NAPOLEON'S DREAM.The following incident, however, is of so (No. 154, October 22, 1881.] singular a nature, so well authenticated, and at the same time ADVERTISEMENTS, new, we believe, to the English reader, that it may well find a place here: The most celebrated actors of the French theatre Connected with Literature, Science, and the Arts. were assembled, and nightly representations given at Erfurth; the two Emperors, seated side by side, occupied each an arm. MISS PORTER'S LAST ROMANCE. chair, on a platform erected on the usual station of the orchestra, This day is published, on account of Alexander's weak hearing ; the pit was filled with In 2 volg. 12mo, a new edition, price 16s. » OF THE FIELD OF FORTY FOOTSTEPS. A Romance of the Seventeenth Century. Alexander rose, and gracefully presented his hand to Napoleon. By Miss JANE PORTER. 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Large collections of subjects for transferring constantly ia * The friendship of a great man is a blessing from the gods, ported from France. White Wood Articles of every description. TO OUR READERS. he do show the bend sinister on his scutcheon. He has a good English style too, and evinces himself, by his reOur Readers are respectfully informed, that in con- marks, no bad scholar of his great commander and teacher sequence of Mr William Tait, Bookseller, having be in the art of war. We cannot, however, say that he has come a share-holder in the Literary Journal, the work added much to our previous knowledge of the Peninsular will, on and after Saturday the 5th of November, be campaigns. issued under his auspices, at No. 78, Prince's Street. sketch of the unsuccessful attack upon Bergen-op-Zoom Lieutenant Moodie has presented us with a clever The new arrangements, the details of which possess no in 1814_himself the most conspicuous figure in the foreinterest for the public, are such as, it is confidently be ground. lieved, will, if possible, give to the Journal increased sta- Captain Cooke is the principal performer for his adbility, and a new impetus. ventures fill the whole of the first, and the greater part of In thus parting from a publisher whose name has been the second volume. The captain is a good man and a associated with the Edinburgh Literary Journal from the brave soldier, with considerable powers of description, a first moment of its existence, we cheerfully embrace the no great command of his mother tongue. He is conti most illogical and inconsequential style of thinking, and opportunity afforded us of bearing willing testimony, not nually informing us, that he is about to communicate a only to the intellectual worth and agreeable manners, but good joke, which in the end proves no joke at all. He to the unbending integrity and correct business babits of relates incidents, the point and bearing of which no morour esteemed friend, Mr Joun AirKEN. We can truly tal can discover. And yet, by his pertinacity in narrisay of him that, while he has fulfilled the duties of Pubting the adventures of himself and comrades, he has addlisher to our entire satisfaction, and to the entire satis the British army is composed, and has afforded civilians, ed considerably to our knowledge of the stuff of which faction of our talented predecessor, we have not unfre who have never stirred from our peace-girt isle, additional quently been indebted to the suggestions of his excellent insight into the horrors of war. We cannot better conjudgment and refined taste. Nor is it a trilling compli- vey to our readers a notion of the impression the perusal ment to Mr AITKEN to say, and we can do so with the of this work has left upon our mind, than by laying ben most perfect sincerity, that, for the three years during tore them a jumble of its pictures—ludicrous, painful, which the Literary Journal bas existed, its Editors have and pleasing. We introduce him to our hero during a momentary interval of breathing from war's alarms : known nothing of the much-talked of “ Quarrels of Authors with their Publishers." “ One evening, while reclining on the parched and sun-burnt turf at the tent door, our milch-goat nibbling We take leave of our old friend with the warmest particles of hard biscuit out of my hand, on looking wishes for his future success ; and, as we happen to know around, I was much struck with the beauty of the his intentions, we venture to predict that his name will, scenery; the azure sky was reddened and glowing with erelong, be more widely known in another capacity than a variety of brilliant tints, reflected from the glare of the it has yet been as Editor of The Cabinet, and Constable's setting sun, whose bright rays 'gilded the rugged peaks Miscellany, as a partner in the house of Constablerand of the towering and great bulging mountains which every where inclosed us. Co., or as publisher of the Edinburgh Lilerary Journal. Sentinels lined the opposite ridge, and one of their bands A long line of grey.coated French was playing a lively French air. In the valley below LITERARY CRITICISM, us, the little active Basque boys and girls were pelting each other with apples, between the hostile armies, while the Memoirs of the Late War : comprising the Personal Nar- straggling and half-starved Spanish soldiers, who dared Tatire of Captain Cooke, of the 43d; the History of the reality were picking up the apples, and carefully deposit not pluck the fruit, pretending to enjoy the sport, but in Campaign of 1809 in Portugal, by the Earl of Munster; and the Campaign of 1814 in Holland, by Lieu: ing them in their small forage bags. In the background tenant T. W. D. Moodie, H.P. 21st, Two volumes sat our tanned and veteran batman, employed in mending 1200. Pp. 321, 314. London. Colburn and a pack-saddle, after a long day's forage, and casting an Bentley. Edinburgh: Bell and Bradfute. 1831. eye of affection towards his animals, which were tied round a stake, feeding, with ears turned back, on some The Late War-what late war? The term is now fresh heads of Indian corn. In the meanwhile, my inapplicable ; but we will not quarrel about words. messmate was conversing with, and drawing a caricature The chief attraction of these volumes for the lounging, of, a dowdy woman (from the Asturias), loaded with an loitering class of readers—who seek nothing more in a oblong basket of fresh butter, with her arms akimbo, and book than a screen for their closed eyes, to prevent the ber nut-brown knuckles resting on hips which supported world from seeing how they dose away their forenoon—no less than four short course woollen petticoats ; from will consist in the name of the Earl of Munster embla- underneath these branched out a pair of straddling legs, zoned on the titlepage. His lordship is, it is true, a of enormous circumference, the feet being wrapped in frank, gallant, high-spirited scion of royalty, although ! brown hairy skins, hy way of sandals." a : season. We next thrust our reader into one of the most sicken- ing from fatigue, sore feet, and want of water ; then ing scenes of the war : crowding into the battle, covered with dust, and under a “ The rain now fell in torrents for days together, and scorching sun, they had received severe wounds, and were thousands of British and Portuguese soldiers (now crowd-finally dragged, or carried on rudely-constructed bearers, ing the churches which had been converted into hospitals) from the scene of action, during excruciating torture, and were dying by hundreds, of fever produced by the sickly ultimately left to perish by the side of the roads, or on The excruciating torments, suffering, and priva- stubble land, with their parched tongues cleaving to the tions of the common soldiers were such, that an adequate roof of their mouths, and (to complete their miseries) bedescription is impossible,-many of them lingering in fore breathing their last sigh, to behold, with glazed and raging fevers, stretched out on the pavement, the straw balf-closed eyes, the uplifted hand of a Spanish assassin, that had been placed for their comfort having worked armed with a knife, to put an end to their existence. from 'under them during their agonies, while hundreds These dreadful fates awaited the defeated French sol. of flies settled on and blackened their dying faces : and diers in Spain; it was impossible to gaze on the mutiso stationary did these tormentors become, that those lated bodies of these our enemies, without feelings of deep who still maintained sufficient power were obliged to tear commiseration for our fellow-creatures, who, a day or them from off their faces, and squeeze them to death in two previously, had been alive like ourselves, and pertheir hands. Cars, piled up and loaded with the re- haps the admiration of their comrades.” mains of these unfortunate victims to discase, daily passed The reader will please to leave this charnel-house, and through the streets for the purpose of pitching their follow us to the bal). bodies into some hole by way of interment. The medical “ The division bivouacked round the town; and the officers were overpowered by the numbers of sick, and next morning we moved about two leagues in advance, also fell ill themselves, so that it was a total impossibility, and rather to the left, where an interchange of shots took notwithstanding their strenuous efforts, to surmount all place between the left of our army and the enemy, near difficulties, and to pay that attention to all that could Pollos, who had no idea of permitting us to cross the have been wished. The very hospital orderlies were ex- Douro at that time, as the French marshal wished to hausted by attending, burying, and clearing away the maintain his line on that river for the base of his future dead. These scenes of misery cannot be fancied: the operations. We then returned, and took up our quarsick pouring into the town, lining the streets, and filling ters in Ruêda. Pay was issued, all of which we spent every house, set at nought all theoretical conception." in gayeties and iced wines. The inhabitants had all re. Yet amid scenes like these, and suffering themselves turned to their dwellings. The mayor was informed from privation, did our officers manage to forget for a that the officers would give a ball; when he procured moment the sad realities by which they were surrounded, Senoritas, according to custom. It was extremely pleaamid the glare of theatrical representations. sant, with waltzing, and all the fascinating mazes of the “ The long expected night of performance having ar- Spanish country-dance in perfection. The Marquis of rived, written bills of the play having been distributed Worcester, and others of the Earl of Wellington's staff, throughout the village, (which was filled like a beehive attended.” with officers, who had come from a considerable distance Now for a battle : from other divisions of the army, with flowing camlet- “. At eleven o'clock, the Spaniards moved forward, cloaks, and mounted on boricos, mules, and ragged-main- single-handed, to attack the heights of La Pugade, under ed stallions,) and tickets being issued for pit and boxes, a heavy fire of musketry and grape-shot, which thinned we moved, in Bacchanalian groups, towards el Teatro, their ranks, and galled them sadly. The ground was (or chapel.) It was crammed to excess, as we had not fallow, of a gentle ascent, without hedges or trees, so that forgotten to reserve some room for los soldados. The every shot told with a fatal precision. Notwithstanding curtain no sooner drew up, than the wonder of the Mu- this, they closed, and kept onwards. The French posi. chachas knew no bounds, and they became so loquacious tion was a blaze of flashing cannon and sparkling inus. in admiration of the scenery and dresses, and in disputing ketry, and the iron balls were cutting through the fallow among themselves which was el Principe, and which the ground, tearing up the earth, and bounding wantonly various characters the officers were to personify, that it through the country. The fatal moment had arrived : was a considerable time before they could be so far tran- the Spaniards could do no more: the shouting of the quillized as to permit the performance to proceed, which, French army was daggers to their hearts, and thunder however, went off with great eclat. 'Poins, and be hang- to their ears'; and when within fifty yards of crowning ed. Alas!, no. Poor Poins was badly wounded, and all their hopes, down went the head of their column, as blown up a few days after !" if the earth had opened and swallowed them up. A deep We have seen the dying amid their festering agonies- hollow road ran parallel with the enemy's works, into let us now turn to contemplate the dead. which the affrighted column crowded. Terrible shelter! “Early on the morning of the 21th of July, we passed for at this time the enemy sprang over their intrenchPena-Aranda, from whence the inbabitants sallied out, ments, and stood over their victims, pouring down the loaded with bread, wine, and liquors, and rent the air bullets on their devoted heads with fatal precision, so that with their acclamations in praise of the glorious victory two thousand of them fell a prey to the adversary, with. that we had won over the French ; and even the little out destroying hardly any of their opponents; and, as if boys straddled out their legs and bent forward their heads in anticipation of such a result , the enemy had constructin derision of the enemy's soldiers, to represent to us to ed a battery of beavy calibre at the bridge of Montauban, what a state of distress and exhaustion they were reduced. which raked the road, and ploughed up the heaps of the As we passed onwards, numerous objects of commisera- living and the dead--the former crawling under the latition, lying by the side of the road, reminded us of the ter, to screen themselves for a few short moments from miseries of war in all its horrors : many of the French the merciless effects of the enemy's projectiles. soldiers lay dead, exposed to the scorching rays of the “The rear of the Spaniards now closed up, add, stretchsun, which had so blistered their faces, and swelled their ing their necks over the brink of the fatal golf, they bodies, that they scarcely represented human forms, and turned about and fled like chaff before the wind, amid looked more like some huge and horrible monsters, of gi- the volume and dense clouds of rolling smoke majestically gantic dimensions, than any thing else. It is impossible floating in the air, as if to veil from the enemy the great to convey an adequate idea of such spectacles, or of the extent of their triumph. sensations they must bave endured during their last ago- “ As soon as the fugitives could be scraped together in nies. These, now inanimate, objects had marched over a lump, they once again moved forward to make a second sandy plains, without a tree to shelter them, wbile suffer- | attack, led on by a group of Spanish officers, on foot, and a a THE FALSE ONE. on horseback. The shot levelled them to the earth, tention of our readers, were of a staid and demure chawithout any chance of success: the disorganized column racter-gentle and lady-like in their demeanour. The once more stood in a mass on the bank of the fatal hol- honest gentleman for whom we at present claim their low road, by this means bringing all the enemy's fire to first glance of favour, is rough, sturdy, honest, and full a focus ; but at the sight of the mangled bodies of their of glee-a true John Bull. While his fair predecessors dying comrades, their last sparks of courage forsook take their place in the snug back drawingroom, heated by them, and they fled from the field, heedless of the exhort- a patent register grate, adorned with rose-wood tables ations of many of their officers, who showed an example covered with the best engravings and the newest music, worthy of their ancient renown. The French again set round with sofas and chairs clad in damask and satin, bounded over their intrenchments, and at full run came rendered yet more cherishingly warm by ankle-deep glowround the left flank of the disconcerted Spaniards, (at a ing Turkey carpets, and huge depending crimson window point where the road was not so deep,) and plied them curtains, the “ Humourist” takes his place alike by the with more bullets, nor ceased to follow them, until they | Christmas fireside of the peasant and the peer. His were stopped by the fire of a brigade of guns, (supported manly, unobtrusive spirit is at his ease with the latterby a regiment of English heavy dragoons,) and attacked his warm heart overflows towards the former. He is the on their left fank by the rifle corps, supported by our delight of little boys, to whom he unfolds his rich treabrigade. This movement prevented them from cutting sure of grotesque designs, and age listens with placid asunder and separating the two wings of our army." smiles to his jokes. His garments are aptly expressive of Amid this strange assortment of suffering and levity, his character—a rough unglaring green. They remind it is pleasing to meet with such an incident as the fol- us of russet-coated apples, always richer and sweeter than lowing: their fairer and smoother brethren-the delight of horti" As soon as the second brigade came up, we again cultural shows, and the abomination of every judicious ascended the heights of Santa Barbara, where we found palate. Come forward, Mr Humourist, and tip us a a French corporal, with a broken leg, his head resting on touch of your quality, in one of your side-shaking songs, a hairy knapsack, and supported in the arms of a com rade, who generously remained behind to protect the life E of his friend from the cuchillo of the Spaniards. As soon A Modern Sappho's Lament. as he had delivered him to the care of the English sol " And is it true that thou art false? diers, he embraced the corporal, saying, “ Au revoir, bon And false that thou art true? camarade Anglais ;' and, throwing his musket over his shoulder, with the but-end en l'air, he descended the And am I doom'd to prove the fate The Lesbian damsel knew ? mountain, to rejoin the French army on the opposite Yes ! far away, for good and aye, range of heights. Of course, no one offered to molest My faithless lover 's gone; this simple soldat, who easily effected his escape.” And I am left, of hope bereft, And this is war! Beautiful war! This compound of And falsehood's name is John! murder, pillage, and revelry, where human fortitude and intellect display themselves in their pride and power “ I trusted to thy traitor kiss where the warmest feelings of the heart, the most gene How fondly love beguiles ! rous self-devotion, sweep across our fevered brow like The warm impression on my lips the balmy gales of spring--and where the most fiend Did coin them into smiles. like passions of the heart are let loose and cheered to the From others' sighs and ardent eyes, havoc! It is the very drunkenness of society. It is a In listless scorn, I turn'd, school for the moralist-a glorious theme for the painter And many a youth of matchless truth and poet—but long may it be our lot to gaze on it at dis For thy dear sake I spurn'd. tance only! May sur blue waters be a magic circle, o'er which the 'war-fiend cannot leap! Peace be within our "“ 'Twas but last night, a love-sick wight walls-prosperity within our palaces! May our nobles Advanced his bold pretension, learn to know better that people upon which they look Which I declined-like gradus, since with jealous distrust! May our land remain, amid the It was the fourth declension. convulsions of surrounding nations, the asylum of liberty, A prey to care, I ne'er shall wear opulent content, and cheerful industry ! Bride favours white as snow, Of true love with a beau. " Alas! I cannot struggle long By W. H. Harrison. Embellished by Eighty En Against a grief so keen, gravings, designed and executed by W. K. Brooke. For, day by day, I waste away, London: R. Ackermann. 1832. Edinburgh: J. And grow more lank and lean Than erst was valiant Dalgetty Forget-Me-Not ;,a Christmas, New Year's, and Birth Reduced to half a ration, day Present, for 1832. Edited by Frederic Shoberl. Whose belt fell down unto his heels London : R. Ackermann. Edinburgh: J. Boyd. From sheer extenuation. Ackermann's Juvenile Forget-Me-Not, for 1832. Edited by Frederic Shoberl. London: R. Ackermann. Edin “ Though fuit on my tombstone Death, burgh: J. Boyd. With his keen dart, shall chisel, Taschenbuch für das Jahr 1832, der Liebe und Freund And through the long grass on my grave schaft gewidmet. Herausgegeben von Dr St Schütze. The wind my dirge shall whistle; (Pocketbook for 1832, dedicated to Friendship and My story shall live after me, And be remember'd long, For tuneful bards, with Attic salt, Sball pickle it in song. geben von Theodor Hell. (Penelope ; a Pocketbook for “ And children that are yet unborn, 1832. Edited by Theodor Hell.) Leipzig: J. C. When they shall hear my tale, Hinrich. Glasgow: John Reid and Co. Shall lay aside their gingerbread, Tue Annuals to which we last week directed the at. My sorrows to bewail; Boyd. And Pity, while they think upon The music of the river- O blend them all in song! “ Sweet sights of nature gather In one delicious dream, The hill, the glen, the beather, The streamlet and the stream! Woods whence the wild fowl sallies, The flower-concealing glade, The green, the grassy valleys, That seem for angels made! “ Snatch, snatch them in their feetness, The charm will soon be gone; Enjoy them in their sweetness, For bitterness comes on. Time, soon by death attended, Will darken every brow, And every straiu be ended, As mine is ended now,' To “ Ackermann's Juvenile Forget-Me-Not," we have only one objection. Some of the contributors have in dulged in the expression of trains of thought and feeling “ Such hideous sights shall haunt thy nights, which it is impossible for children to understand or symSave when the startling scream pathize with. These younkers cannot fancy the emotions Of night.birds foul, the bat and owl, with which we look to the time when we were what Shall chase thy feverish dream. they now are, and it would be evil augury for them if No moonlight sweet thine eye shall grect, they could. This objection, however, applies to a very But thou shalt wake to see few of the contributions in this nice little volume. The The raven's wing its shadow Aing rest are all calculated to interest the juvenile mind, the 'Twixt all that's bright and thee !" morals they inculcate are good, -the book itself is band The following The tales, songs, and engravings of the “ Humourist," some,—and the illustrations elegant. afford a rich treat to the lovers of fun. The book shall stanzas by Miss Jewsbury, though scarcely calculated for be carefully treasured up till our little ones return on the the meridian of the nursery, are eminently pleasing : Christmas holidays from distant Greenlaw, on the banks TIE SLEEPING FOREST-CHILD. of our beloved Solway, where, under the paternal charge of that worthiest of Quakers and Cumberland statesmen, ON A PAINTING BY R. ROTHWELL, ESQ. J-S, they are ripening into sturdy, orderly, and “ The morn is waking in the woods, intelligent Englishmen. What guffaws will shake our The birds are glancing by, roof during the long winter evenings ! And there are flowers where late were budsAckermann's “ Forget-Me-Not," in its garb of crim Young sleeper, ope thine eye; gon and gold, always reminds us of poor Goldsmith in The dark tree-tops wave gallantly his peach-blossom coat. We can scarcely say that all its Against a pearly sky, contents are worthy of Goldie, although a kindred spirit The leaves are twinkling pleasantlycertainly is there, in female form--the gentle, happy, Young slecper, ope thine eye. delightful Mary Russell Mitford. There is also authentic account of the adventure which Miss Caroline “ The dews are drying fast away, Wilhelmina Amelia Skeggs lefc enveloped in mystery, by The diamonds of the dawn; Richard Thomson. Then there is a wild and beautiful From covert now, for food or play, story of Hindostanee love, hatred, and superstition, from Steals out the dark-eyed fawn ; the dashing author of the “ Kuzilbash," and a Back- The bee is gone forth murmuringly, woods' tale from Colonel Stone of New York, and poetry The rill flows through the lawn from many old friends and favourites-among the rest, In silver-sounding revelryLetitia Landon and James Hogg. Among the engra O why is thine withdrawn? vings, our favourites are, “ The Stage-struck Hero," from a painting by W. Kidd, and “ Mayence," from a “ Thy laugh would drown the streamlet's voice, Thy step outspeed its bound, drawing by Prout. Of all the contributors, however, Dr Bowring is the man who most astonishes us. The fa Thy glee, a thing of heart and choice, vourite scholar of Jeremy Bentham, and the most inde Would scatter glee around; I know there's music in the sky, fatigable twister of the King's English into ballads and Bright blossoms on the ground, cramp roundelays of the day, in one and the same person! This is more than our philosophy dreamed of. The Yet, yet, young sleeper, ope thine eye, For more in thee is found. mind that pores witi pleasure on the “ book of fallacies," turning to bathe itself in morning's dews, and smell nose- “ Thy cheek is glowing on the grass gays, and sing its happiness! It is inconceivable. Here In deep, exotic bloom, is a stave of the doctor : And thou might'st seem, to all that pass Through the green forest gloom, A sunbeam stolen from on high, And, by a summer doom, Made in a human form to lie There, in that fragrant tomb ! “ Yet ope thine eye; and be a thing Of life not yet beguiled, Sweeter than poetry way sing, An infant undefiled ! in MORNING SONG. |