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Review-Scripture Similitudes.


as fast as sound learning decays. We same time, so simple and comprehencommenced our remarks with a sin- sive, that the most ordinary undercere desire to contribute our mite to standings can reach their highest conwards the promotion of a better state ceptions. Here is a sky serenely gay, of things. How far our philanthropic where the brightest genius of the pointentions will be ultimately crowned etic muse might employ bis minstrelsy, with success, we cannot pretend to and sing and roam for the whole period say, as it must depend upon others of his mortal existence ; and after his more than ourselves. And as we do “ threescore years and ten” should not presume to prophesy as well as to have revolved, he would leave the preach, we cannot perhaps do bet- greater part of these celestial regions ter than close our paper, and try to to be traversed by those who should mend our pen.

feel disposed to retouch the consecraA TOWNSMAN. ted lyre.

But, however high our expecta

tions respecting these poems were Review.-Scripture Similitudes, cun- raised by these auspicious prognos

sisting of about 450 short Poems, on tics, they were fully counterbalancSaered Metaphors, selected from the ed by the disappointment which acHoly Scriptures. By Thomas Gale. companied a perusal of them. With Longman & Co. pp. 156. 1821. two or three exceptions, though 450

in number, these poems consist of no In our reviews of books, we endea- more than two verses each, and of vour always to be governed by three these, the first which caught our atmotives, viz. candour to the author, tention were the following, the gramfidelity to the trust reposed in us, and matical accuracy of which we are not justice to the public at large. We, much disposed to admire. however, find, in adhering to these principles, that difficulties will fre- " Frogs exist in marshy lands, quently occur, which, without either Where mad and filth abounuls, giving offence, or acting inconsistently

And spread abroad like human clans,

O'er all the verdant grounds. with our station, we cannot easily adjust.

Fit emblem of the croaking tribe, Ít would at all times give us plea

Of Romish monks and priests, sure, could we recommend an author

Who o'er the souls of men preside,

Aud on church livings the particular patronage and regard of a liberal public, for his meritorious services in the cause of literature and Mr. Gale, as if conscious that he usefulness; while, on the contrary, could not urge the scriptures as the it is no less a painful duty to dis- basis of his poems too often, has not charge, when we feel ourselves impe-contented himself with using tautoratively called upon to hold him up logy in “ Scripture Similitudes," and to receive that public chastisement, Sacred Metaphors," but he has had which his folly, his ignorance, or his recourse to a third expedient in compresumption, might have taught him pound tautology; and added, to expect.

lected from the Holy Scriptures." This We have looked forward with no mode of expression, we presume, Mr. small degree of pleasure to the peru- G. would call “ * exhausting idea in sal of this work, which, published by language.” He sets out in his preone of the first booksellers in this face with great professions of difficountry, and bearing a title announc- dence;" and it would have given us ing 450 Poems on Scripture Simili- much pleasure to have found those tudes, was adapted to excite con professions realized in the work; but siderable interest and expectation. we conceive that the following exWe are aware that a book of this na- tracts will prevent our readers, amidst ture has been long wanted, calculated bis literary carnage, from charging him as it would be, if composed with ta- with “ extreme diffidence :" lent, to produce the most beneficial consequences.

“ Christ was the angel who appear'd The metaphors and imagery of scrip

To all the ancient saints,

Him whom the patriarchs rever'd, ture, are, at once, the most sublime

And sought in their complaints.”. that were ever penned ; and, at the


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“ Absurd and foolish is their pains nicate to the world, we promise hira

Who hew a broken stone
To catch the soft descending rain,

much better success than with his 1 And trust to that alone.”

poems; and the hearty approbation of

society at large, which we fear he will . Had Mr. Gale understood the first

never obtain by his “ Scripture Simi

litudes." elements of the English language, he never would have evinced so much

As candlesticks and candles shed a light ignorance of them as he has so unfor- When darkness clouds the atmosphere aroand." tunately displayed, in using the objective case instead of the nominative,

What an incalculable benefit would to the first irord “Him" in the third Mr. Gale confer upon all the inhabiline of the first stanza; and the singular' tants of the world, if he would make verb “is” to the plural nominative: known where these canellesticks of such "pains" in the first line of the second singular and useful properties could stanza.

be purchased! We had the misfor

1 We pass on to quote a few speci-'tune while writing the above quoiamens of these poenis, as they almost tion, as if some fatality had hung over indiscriminately occur; not intending as, to snuff out our candle, and we to offer many remarks upon their de- should have felt much pleasure in seefects, for they must be so glaring to the ing Mr. Gale's position verified; bat, most inattentive reader, that it will alas! we found that our candlestick be impossible for them to escape de- as not of the same luminous manutection,

faciure! « A woman that's immodest,

In contemplating the destruction of lavates the gazing view,

the world, Jr. G. says: Of those who are dishonest,

“ Earth's axle-tree shall then turn round
Nor to their houour true.

The spacious firmanent,
But when a wife is corer'd

In camios folds securely bound,
With modesty and grace,

Like scrolls of olu parcảmet,"
Licentioas thoughis are smother d
And leare the biasuing face."

Amidst the variety of quotations

which we have made from ibis work, & A wife that loves to scald, is often rery bold, (not tending, we confess, to elerate

Sappung that ber bashni shoaki sabuit, Vr. G, to a very distingeished place To bear it ar br dar, until be pides anar, among the Brush Poels,) we must Beath the chagna of eacà talkiag fit.

not forget one on Das Spring, wbich, Tis like the drogas of raia, to stop it is in rain, though not abore mediocrity, is greatit east save rent, and will ia streams dels superior to any oiher in the ro

sind [ntil the surm is spent aroused bressberert.

lume. dni seweg Oprugs the creative to an end." * Tis w ben the blasting east

To solsce san and beast,

Procesias ive bed approach of morn and day; * He Sure with is and shame,

Tae phant us all retreat, To make care with God."

Axises their madre seat,

Nor longer in the sociabt radiance play. We presume that Mr. Gale's poetry. So Jesus Est espors puses hial::le trouble: for it appears. Azeri bress crits, from the alle quotativa, that when a Before diss som on the soul; Hin erreads beroad its proper lengih,

He bises af" whe's star, klaside surprising the riy of reluc- rx mais vestes is coatrod...

Betire le even dis car, ing wis as waar sylables as he may

p. 41. Rury, though he made them ar last 20 words at al.

We have thas taken a more extend

ed view of this work than we bad ori* We are se mans wicked sinaliv jotended; and we cannot but The was a marzre care

tiel serprised that any person who

had the finistra of mis superstrucTi is the first time we ever knew sure securely tard, with education

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Review-Gordon, a Tale.

86 room.wowwroorsennustarrero *a jingling rhyme;" and if this were through a field of margin. We do the only requisite, we should say, that not, however, intend by this remark he has shown himself a very bad mu- to intimate, that he has done this with sician. Instead of that easy, flowing a design to levy a tax on the pockets vein of beautiful and lofty conception, of his customers. It falls in with the which pervades all scripture imagery, plan he has adopted, and unites with he has substituted what is vulgar, in- his language to satirize the folly of consistent, and absurd. To say that the age. these poems are Scripture Simili

The author having examined a catudes,' is to utter little less than pro-talogue of books which he had profanation against the sacred volume, cured for inspection, proceeds as So far are these poems from being cal- follows :culated to lead youth to the fountain, with eager mind I had already marked to “ drink of the pure unadulterated

Full twenty books for John to fetch me stream ;' that they present every home; stimulus to a distaste; and to cause When I perceived (just then the yard-dog them to turn aside with disgust and barked, abhorrence. We do not charge Mr.

I looked, and saw his mouth began to foam) Gale with this intention : we think his Well, as I said, I had just then remarked,

That in my list I had omitted some motives truly laudable ; but unfortu- Wrote by Lord Byron, Beppo, and Don Juan, nately his poetic abilities are not com- So I destroyed my list, and wrote a mensurate with the purity of his intentions. He has done little for his muse, I rang ihe bell, and John that instant came : and the muse seems to have done as “ I like to be particular in" all; little for him.

If he had not he would bave been to blame; We are entirely unacquainted with

Servants should always mind their master's

call : Mr. Gale personally; and can have no I would have gone myself, but I was lame, invidious object in the publication of The splinter had so hurt me, though 'twas these remarks. It would have been small : more congenial to our fcelings had we

“Go, John,” said I, “and purchase me these

books: not even kuown him now by his name; I saw John thought this curious, by his looks. but we have only to bope that this may be a fictitious appellation, or a “simi- John soon returned, and I began to look litude ;” by which he may learn pru. I found that I most certainly mistook,

At what I thought must surely be a prize : dence and wisdom, in private, without For pought alighted on my eager eyes exposing his feelings to the darts of But white-white-white; and scarcely thro' those who are acquainted with him the book, in public. At all events, it would have Could I perceive one ray of black arise : been well had Mr. G. received a little But now and then I found some in the middle,

And what the rest is for I can't unriddle. judicious tuition from his printer, as it regards the insertion of his name in I closed the book, and viewed it roand and

round, the title-page: he would, no doubt, have advised follow a similarcourse Has sent but little back, 'tis well I've found

Exclaiming thus: Cette guinee et une demie, which he had marked out for himself, So nice a way, where none can sure condemn viz. the omission of it altogether.

To rid myself of any idle pound:

Lord Byron's works are precious as a gem Review.-Gordon, a Tale. A Poetical As I should think, must want some "good old

-he, Review of Don Juan, 8vo. p. 80. vice, London: Allman, 1821.

“ And so has taken up with avarice.” The author, in his preface, informs his After many unnecessary digressions, readers, that the following poem is promises of amendment, relapses into


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But to return. I read the poem through, “ How much to be regretted the narration

And sat revolving in my mind the fate “ Should be entwined with subjects that of Juan, Julia, and the wretched crew,

degrade; And Haidee's sad condition ; all sedate, “ Subjects too gross indeed to bear relation, And full of thought I sat, when open flew “ Making the poem's numerous beauties The creaking door: I tremble to relate,

fade; But tell it out I must ; then in there came “ Omitted they produce sad mutilation, A tall, thin man, John mentioning his name. “ Sending to ruin all, and cast a shade

“O'er all those brilliancies, and glowing parts, I bowed-he bowed. My name, Sir, is not

“ Which most delight us, and transport our known

hearts.” " To you, I am aware. -"Be seated, Sir,

The stranger frowned-his eye expressed bis "I pray you will. Bring up the candles,

rage, John.“

It glanced on me a galling, piercing look: Both then sat down, I gave the fire a stir; “ I so admire this work, that not one page, And then remarked, “The weather's under

One letter, should be taken from this book: gone

Though I am past my strong meridian age, "Such changes lately, we had need wear fur;

“ The height of passion, yet I could not “ Indeed, the changes are so sudden here,


[flung “ From bot to cold, we need it all the year.” “ To see this work diminished,"-down he

The poem, and the room resounding rung. “In many cases, Sir, that may be true,

p. 35-37. “But not in mine."--"Indeed, Sir, how is that?

From the preceding lines, the cha« Climate affects us all, then surely you « Are not exempt? Pray, Sir, put down your personage, who thus comes forward to

racter and name of this extraordinary hat." He answered not; I looked his lips were admire and defend Don Juan, will be blue,

easily understood by our readers ; but The sofa seemed to tremble as he sat; although his applauses seem to be unI thought it strange he neither moved nor bounded, few among them we conceive spoke,

would wish to have so warm an adNor deigned to notice me save by his look.

mirer. In a manner similar to that I looked again-bis cheeks were pale and wan, which the preceding stanzas describe,

His languid eyes deep sunk within his head, the dialogue continues till
His body gaunt, just like a skeleton,

In short, he seemed as risen from the dead: The stranger's patience now was gone com-
This was not pleasant, I must frankly own;

pletely : I felt, I know not what, a kind of dread,

He rose at once, and to exasperation, Sach as 'tis said ghosts cause when they Hellish and barsh, gave way--not quite dis

creetly, appear; That could not be with me,- I never fear.

Though he had perfected his preparation,

He might have had it blazen forth more neatly : Again I said, “ 'Tis very cold to-night,

His rage produced the dreadful aberration “How very different this from Italy."

Which happened afterwardsmit came like My guest replied, “Sir, you are there quite Filling my heart with horror, fear, and wonder.

thunder, right.” “ You, Sir, have been to Italy, I see!”

Up rose the stranger, and at once appeared “ Fhave, Sir, now-a-days 'tis requisite; A dreadful goblin full before my view; “You pass unheeded till you've crossed the Sounds superhuman I distinctly heard,

sea; “ As if a few hours spent upon the ocean,

Which every moment louder-louder grew:

My anxious mind was suddenly transferred “ Would wash away your dulness like a To some development entirely new, lotion."

The boards below began to crack and shake, « Pray, did you chance to meet a British Peer, | Then all entwined beneath me, like a snake. Of noble race, of noble talents too,

My fire and candles burnt both blue and dim, « The author of Den Juan ?-It is here:”

And I was motionless on the small space (I turned the book, and opened it to view.)

I had to stand on; I looked up at him “ No: but I've read bis works, and I declare

Who was my guest-how dreadful was his

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O what a sight burst then upon my view! Review.-The Pleasures of Home.

But what I saw I must forbear to tell, Save that it was as horrid as 'twas new;

with other Poems. By R. Porter, Suffice it that I saw the depths of hell :

Second Edition, 800. pp. 139. LonBat my astonishment each moment grew don, Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy;

Yet inore o'erwhelining, for I heard a bell, Longman, and Co. 1821.
Load, dismal, ruthful, ring a peal below,
With echoing yells, because they moved so

The Pleasures of Home are not altoslow.

gether unknown, even in savage life ; At last they brought a globular machine,

but it is in civilized society, uncontaWith winches on each side to tarn it by, minated by artificial refinements, that Each rolling age, as it had ever been,

we must expect to find domestic feliAt every varying turo I might descry; From Adam to the present all were seen,

city blooming in perfection. To deTheir pames, their stations too, this would scribe these pleasures, many


men and verse-men” have employed Their states, both here, and in that dreadful their powers, with considerable sucplace,

cess; but such are the nectarious Were brought before me in a moment's space. streams which flow from this perenEternity's lond clock I heard below,

nial fountain, that it is incessantly Its pendulum struck home at every change; teeming with enjoyments that no ge'Twas EVER, ALWAYS: each resounding nius can fully exhaust. blow

The work before us is an amiable Re-echoed EVER, ALWAYS, through the production of the muse, abounding range

with simplicity of scenery, and exhiof those abodes. I heard one call to know What time it was ? Lis lone was dire and biting, in appropriate language, a strange,

considerable degree of strong natural He sat in deep despair, as I could seem feeling. The only philosophy to which The dreadful auswer was, ETERNITY. the author makes any pretensions, is,

the pbilosophy of nature, which rises

superior to the sophistications of meUnable to sustain this drcadful exhi- taphysical intricacies, and sheds a bition of infernal agency, the reader lustre around it, without the blandishof Don Juan adopts the following me- ments of art. The diction is flowing, thod, to exclude from his vicw this easy, and harmonious ; and the feacomplication of horrors, and thus tures of rural and domestic life, are conducts us to the conclusion of the exhibited in pleasing variety. The scene.

following passage will exemplify the

truth of some of these remarks. Anxious I stood, expecting when their flight

Should be begun, when suddenly appeared There is a time, which eacb revolving A giant ghost from out the caves of night; All then gave way as though he were re- To Britain's isle brings round, (when wintry

vered ; He seized my table, and with monstrous miglit Aod cheerless darkness form the lengthen'd Threw it direct towards me-much I feared

eve ;) Twould do me hurt; so wben I saw it rise, A few delightful hours I would not change Shuddering I raised my hands to screen my For crowded routs, or all the fancied bliss eyes.

Of reeling revelry. The dusky day

Steals early into night; the busy wile Especting Dought but death, I covered still Heaps on the glowing grate the melting coals

My agitaled eses with trembling hands; Or crackling billet; wbile to future peace
At length I heard no poise, I felt no ill, The kettle sings a simple overture.
I took my hands away. Where are those The rattling china pexi, graces the board,

In usual order rang'd; the curtain then Those spectre groups, which made my blood To shield the penetrating breeze is drawn; rau chill ?

The well-accustom'd chair with bigh-rais'd Where is my guest? Lo! bere my table stands!

And cushion form'd for perfect ease, they My fire and candles regularly burn!

wheel And all is quiet! What a sudden turn! To the known place of comfort, where the


From op'ning doors or ill-join'd casements These extracts, and this narrative, near, which we have endeavoured thus to Gives no annoyance; anxious now they wait, combine, will preclude, we conceive, The tender father and the husband dear,

Mother, and babes, for bis much wish'd return the necessity of any further recommen- Whose smiles and conversation light that same dation of this poem.

Of social comfort, which without him droop No. 36.-VOL. IV.





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