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agreeable, or more disagreeable, than if they had stood by themselves. He treats of the most important matters as if they were the most unimportant, and vice versa. He makes us pleased with what is actually displeasing to us, or archly affects to believe we are pleased; but when he presents us with a delightful image, be immediately prevents us from enjoying it, by associating it with other images which either entirely destroy, or at least greatly diminish the pleasure which they would otherwise impart. He is perhaps of all writers the most witty in his way, and yet no man knew better how to conceal his wit. He never affects to know that what he says is calculated to provoke us or make us laugh. He generally means the contrary of what he says, and praises always when he intends to censure. Of this the following passage is a beautiful example, in which he lashes the fanatics of his time :
talents to other pursuits, we cannot venture to determine.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit. We have already observed, that he resembles Montaigne in one feature of his manner : we may add that, in his general manper, he resembles Erasmus more than any other writer. The edi. tor* is entitled to all the merit which an editor can claim,—the exercise of a cbaste and correct judgment,work is printed with neatness and elegance,—and we strongly recommend it to our readers,
“ Pious spirits who passed their days in rap; tures of futurity made little more of this world than the world that was before it, while they lay obscure in the chaos of pre-ordination and night of their forebodings. And if they be so happy as truly to understand Christian 'annihi. lation, extasies, exolution, liquefaction, transformation, the kiss of the spouse, gustation of God, and ingussion into the divine shadow, they have already had a handsome anticipation of heaven. The glory of the world is surely over, and the earth in ashes unto them.
To subsist in lasting monuments, to live in their productions, to exist in their names and predicament of chimeras was large satisfaction to old expectations, and made one part of their elysium. But all this is nothing in the metaphysics of true belief. To live indeed is to be again ourselves, which being not only a hope but an evidence in noble believers, it is all one to lie in St. Innocent's church-yard as in the sands of Egypt. Ready to be any thing in the extasy of being ever, and as content with six feet as the moles of Adrianus."
Memoirs of the Life of Artemi. 8vo. pp. 374. 12s.
This is the biography of an Armenian, written by himself, in his native dialect, which he afterwards translated into the Russian language, from which it has been renderd into English. The faithful painting of Asiatic characters and manners, not by a European traveller, but by a simple pative, is new to our literature, and delights from its novelty; but the chief charm of the book is its simplicity of views and of style, in which latter respect it has, we suspect, lost much by its travelling into English through the medium of Russia. The work gives us a terrible view, of the ferocity of our nature when uptamed by education and philosophy; shewing the wretched state of Society, when regular governments and permanent institutions do not exist to protect life and property, or do pot produce an amelioration of individual character. Artemi's simplicity evinces itself even from the first line of his preface, where he tells us that the catalogue and journal of his sufferirgs and mishaps were noted down, at his mother's command, merely to shew the goodness of God towards him. He was born at Wagarschapat, near Mount Ararat, on the 20th of April, 1774, his father being “ a skilful cutter and polisher of precious stones.” His history of his mother, and of her maternal parent, is the most simple and moving representation of the strong natural affection of a mother for her offspring that we ever read. This universal feature of our nature supported these two unfortunate creatures through as much of cruelty and suffering as the most ferocious could inflict, or as the most patient could support. There is a story told of his mother
'Tabesne cadavera solvat Au rogus haud refert.
We have only to add that the little work before us is an imperishable monument of the author's genius. We will not say but he might have directed his talents to higher purposes; but as genius converts whatever it touches into gold, we are so pleased with every tbing coming from his pen, that we would hardly wish him to have written on any other subjects than those on which he has written, or at least we would not exchange the pleasure, which they have imparted to us, for the speculative satisfaction which we might have possibly enjoyed, had he directed his talents to subjects of sublimer interests. We know what he has done: what he might have done, had he directed his
A Gentleman whose high talents and extensive acquirements are not unknown to the literary world.
having been stolen from her parent 'at way of Constantinople--about as awkfour years old, and being purchased ward a journey as a man in these disby a benevolent Persian of wealth, was
turbed times of the East could well unbrought up by the old man as his daugh dertake. May good fortune restore ter and betrothed to his son. But the him to a safe and comfortable old age, mother having, after a long and ardu for his biography has interested our ous search, discovered her child in the feelings, and has afforded us a day of house of the Persian, by one quarter pleasurable study. of an hour's rhapsody about saints and martyrs, creates in the girl an abhorrence of Mahometanism, weans all her affections from her kind old protector, The Lollards, a Tale. By the and makes her desert him, in spite of
Author of “ The Mystery,” and of all his tears and entreaties. This is practically shewing the dreadful effects “ Calthorpe.” London, 1822. of proselytism and religious difference, unaccompanied by good sense and hu The Author of this book is already manity; and we sympathize with the known to our readers, as we have had good old man when he exclaims in his occasion to notice his former works; anguish, “ kindness has no effect on and his last novel of “ Calthorpe" dethese unfeeling, ungrateful creatures. manded and received at our hands an But Artemi loses his father at four acknowledgement of its very superior months old, and his widowed mother merit. But the work now before us is struggles through every privation, and of a species totally distinct from its supports numerous cruelties to maintain
predecessors; and however well the her children, and to rear Artemi for author of “ Calthorpe" may have estathe church, which was the object of blished his claim to the general characher piety and of her ambition, as well ter of a good novelist, he has now as of her affection for her son. In entered into a new field, and it becomes Wagarschapat there were seven hun necessary to exanine, de novo, the dred houses, and we suppose about powers and capability of his mind and three thousand inhabitants, of which it pen. The book before us is not a mere appears only ten could read. Poor
commentary upon human passions, and Artemi's literary 'proficiency excited a nicely constructed series of incidents so much envy on the part of his supe and story, intended to interest and deriors, as to bring down upon himself light the imagination ; but it aspires and mother numerous taunts, as well as to the loftier task of identifying remote cuffs and blows from both laymen and and important matters of history with the Christian priesthood of Armenia; the occurrences of private life, and the who certainly appear to be as arrant a customs and habits of private society. set of scoundrels as we ever read of. It is easy to conceive, that this is no Poor Artemi is very sensible, a great comman undertaking, if it be executed moralizer, very superstitious, and cre with accuracy and success. The difdulous. He suffers much for conscience ficulty does not alone consist in the sake, and more, it would seem, from comparative scarcity of materials, from his untoward destiny. His adventures which the necessary information is to be are numerous, and told in a style of derived. It is greatly increased by the affecting simplicity—at length Artemi taste of the age, which leads a large escapes to the Russians, and eventually portion of the literary world to the gets to St. Petersburgh, where, how. very sources of that information, with ever, new tribulations commence. After a thirst too insatiable to be satisfied, his long catalogue of disasters, drub- though the fountain yielded its waters, bings, and of a moving accidents by like the rock at the touch of the proflood and field,” the humble and amia- phet. There is a prevailing rage for ble 'creature concludes by a
historical and antiquarian research, be to God who has prospered me in which renders it utterly impossible, such manifold ways," although a life that an author should deceive or blunof less prosperity it is not very easy to der without detection; or assume facts imagine. However, Artemi at last rea for the sake of convenience without lizes an humble competence, he gets to a tolerable shew of data upon which to Paris, acts as a commercial agent for found his assumption. There is a close the Armenians at St. Petersburgh, and, illustration of this in “ the Lollards,” 'as if enamoured of his disastrous pere to which there is a learned and a candid, grinations, he cannot content himself as well as modest preface, apologising with ease, quiet, and security, but starts for some slight anachronisms, and elaon a pilgrimage to Jerusalem by the borately attempting to justify other
important departures from received observation. Although the style, coupé, opinions. The chief point, upon which and antitheses, be peculiarly adapted to he has adopted such a course, is in Aphorisms, we cannot agree with Mr. relation to the era at which the art of Colton in his opinion upon the beauty printing was discovered, as he makes of antitheses, as a figure, nor can we use of that discovery for the purposes agree with him in his possessing the of his work at a period considerably power of avoiding it in his more lengthantecedent to the time, at which it has ened pieces, for reading his preface, or been generally supposed to have taken the first ten lines of his Critique on Don place. And it must be admitted, in Juan, would convince us, that he even candour, that although the case he thinks in antithesis. Some of these makes out may not be a perfect one, Aphorisms are so long and diffuse, that yet it is sufficiently conclusive to war they are rather essays, or short serojons. rant its particular application. Our-Others are trite, containing nothing opinion of this work, upon its general of novelty in the matter, or of supemerits, is decidedly a favourable one. riority in the form, such as Nos. 1. 3, 4. If we discover imperfections in the de 8. 58. 83. 88, 89, 90. 96, 282.-Some of tail, we do not find the author wanting the best are, 7. 11. 13. 15. 35. 48. 73.77. in the greater qualities of mind and $1. 91. &c. Mapy are very bad, such, acquirement, which it is necessary that for instance, as Nos. 16. 18. or both he should possess. His research has obvious and hacknied, such as 71. 84. been sufficiently extensive to enable &c.; whilst others, as we have before him to unfold the obscurities of history, observed, are mere essays; and, we must and to connect them with life and the add, being written in the style of Aphoactions of men. He has done this, not risms, are by no means pleasing essays. only with the delightful interest and We like Mr. Cotton's longer pieces the vivid colouring which attract and charm least : for instance, the Number 62, the general mass of readers; but with upon Materialism, contains nothing of an accuracy and general fidelity that fact, but what the writings of Laurence, may defy the most cynical of antiqua- Brown, Rennell, and the Reviews and ries. His motto is fully exemplified; Magazines of the day have rendered, for truly in his pages do 6 forgotten we should almost say, nauseously comgenerations live again.”
mon; whilst as to reasoning upon those facts, Mr. Colton displays a total igno
rance of the arguments. Mr. Colton Lacon; or, Many Things in Few
ought to know, that Analogy affords no
“ grounds of probability” in favour of Words. Vol. II. 8vo. 7s, 6d. pp, any religion, nor does it even prove, 266.
that religion is not improbable; all that
it can prove is, that it is not unnatural That, which we dislike the most of or absurd. This is the only use that this work, is its title. A book, which Bishop Butler professes to make of tells us many things in a few words, Analogy, and that orthodox and excelpossesses no ordinary degree of merit, lent reasoner, Dr. Reid, confines Anaand we think that the author might as logy to the same bounds. The critique well have selected some less quaint on Don Juan contains many good oband assuming name, leaving the merits servations, but where Mr. Colton proof the work to elicit such a panegyric; nounces stanzas to be obscene or blas. if it could, from its readers. The work, phemous, he might as well have avoided however, does really contain many very quoting them; and he never blames the good things, which we are rather sur poet's morals without accompanying his prised at, as the first volume was replete censure with such high commendations with so much of similar matter, that we of his genius and powers, as to give us thought it must have exhausted any some suspicion that he is hardly in earprivate store-house of even more than
nest ; or that he is falling within the ordinary profundity. The present vo. observation contained in his fourteenth lume contains two hundred and eighty. Aphorism. Mr. Colton, in the third three Aphorisms, a long Critique upon page of this critique, tells us, that “ the Lord Byron's Don Juan, and the author's Morality of Pope is too neutralized to Poem upon the Conflagration of Mos do good.” What he weans by this, we cow, now printed with many additions, do not know; and we suspect he does The Aphorisins do not possess the style not know himself. As to the magnaof epigramınatic paradox, or the bril nimity of sacrificing Moscow, we must liant turn so peculiar to Rochefoucalt, observe, that in poetry such a view of but they evince a power of profound the case is allowable-only let us rethinking, as well as a habit of acute member that those, who fired the city,
passed the ensuing winter at the Court sports of boyish fancy-The lines on of St. Petersburgh, whilst the inhabit 6 Rural Solitude,” transport the reaants of Moscow were left to perish with der to the purest rural scenery and the cold. We have nevertheless enjoyed feelings. There is a singular mixture much satisfaction from Mr. Colton's of the school-boy and the poet in the work, and think the present volume a Song to the Robin Red-breast,” and in useful addition to its predecessor. the “ Lines to a Dog.” The poems, at
pages 89. 117. and 121, are of the best in the volume. The prose pieces are
all upon religious subjects, and, alThe Remains of Henry Kirk White. though controversial, they are replete Vol. III. 8vo.
with the humanity and benevolent spirit
which ought to characterise a Christian. The decidedly favourable judgment,
We cannot agree with Mr. White in the which the public pronounced on the arguments he raises upon the interfirst two volumes of " The Remains of polated passage of Josephus: in subHenry Kirk White,” has been confirmed jects of such importance as Revelation, by time; and the affection which those too many admissions of may-be's and works excited for the truly amiable possibilities are the foundations of scep
ticism. To conclude the volume now and interesting poet, who sunk untimely to the grave, will render the
offered to the public is a necessary present publication of value to most
addition to its two precursors, and, persons. Independent of this feeling, without it, they would not have made the present volume possesses intrinsic a faithful portrait of the poet's mind merit. The first two volumes contain
and heart. ed only selections of the poet's better pieces, but the present volume, containing his more juvenile and less studied productions, affords as a fairer
The Three Perils of Man; or, War, specimen of his mind and habits. We Women, and Witchcraft. A Border may possess the biography of more powerful, or even of more precoce in
Romance. By James Hogg. 3 vols. tellects than Kirk White's, but li.
12mo. London, 1822. terature does not afford us so fine an instance of the union of early character We have long been admirers of Mr. with early genius. His fervent piety Hogg's talents, and sincere well-wishers was untinged with any of the extrava to him. By bis preceding works he has gance incident to young and ardent established a reputation, which the one minds, and was free from the bigotry now before us will not, as we think, and spirit of exclusion, with which it is diminish. His beauties are peculiarly so often accompanied by maturer judg- his own; his faults are rather the faults ments. The clearness of his intellect, of his situation than of the man; a his unwearied and constant industry, so natural, unaffected style, and a variety free from the sudden efforts of youth, of incident are the most prominent and which relax into inaction or dissipation ; attractive features of this author's works. and, above all, the astonishing tone of It is with regret that we observe these prudence and quiet good sense, which beauties obscured by occasional coarse. distinguished this bighly-gifted indivi ness, not to say indecepcy. But in dual, are most beautifully, but indi. this instance, allowances ought to be rectly displayed in the contents of this made for the remarkable circumstances volume. The volume consists of about in wbich Mr. Hogg has been placed. fifty pages of bis private correspond With no advantages of birth or educaence, of some forty or fifty poetical tion he, bas, by the unassisted force of pieces, and of numerous prose produc native intellect, brought himself into tions. Independent of the pious and the favourable notice of the public. amiable spirit breathed throughout his Our limits do not allow of our giving private correspondence, some of the any account of the work; but to those letters contain matter of much utility of our readers who have found pleasure to young minds. The poems give pro in the perusal of Mr. Hogg's former mise of future excellence: that upon productions (and we think few have “Winter” is full of vigour, but the allu not found pleasure in them), we may sion to goblins and witches in this and venture to promise a considerable grain “ the Fair Maid of Clifton,” are the tification in the perusal of this romance:
Explanation of the Frontispiece.
(Concluded from page 561, Vol.81.)
In pursuance of the intention, the present number; in order to which we expressed in our last num serve as a FRONTISPIECE to the ber, we proceed to make a few ob- eighty-second volume of our Magaservations on the Sculpture in the zine. Exhibition of the present year, which The fable of Cupid and Psyche, closed on Saturday the 13th of July. comprehending the beautiful alle
It has always appeared to us to be gory of Love and the Soul, has been a most judicious arrangement on the a frequent and a favourite subject part of the Royal Academicians, so of poetry, painting, and sculpture. to frame their catalogue, as to lead It is not, however, a story of very the visitors to the Exhibition up remote antiquity. No mention of stairs at once, and not to induce Psyche, nor any allusion to her them to go into the Model-School, amours with Cupid, occurs in any until they have been in all the other Greek or Latin writer of an earlier apartments of the Institution. On date than Lucius Apuleius; who a sultry day, the coolness of this
flourished in the reigns of Antoniroom is as refreshing as a glass of nus Pius, and his brothers, M. Antoice-cream:-it is like a bath at the ninus, the philosopher, and Lucius . end of a journey, on a dusty road. Aurelius Verus. It is generally supAfter we have been dazzled by the posed, therefore, to be the invention glare and contrast of colours, and of Apuleius; although he may poswearied by the pressure of the throng sibly have derived his materials from of gazers in the upper rooms, we are the Basilidians, in Egypt. Apuleius instantly relieved on entering the introduces it as an episode in “The apartment appropriated to Sculp- Golden Ass, "a work abounding with ture, by its comparative solitude, indecencies; and in which the charmand by the chaste simplicity of the ing fable of Cupid and Psyche, alworks which are there assembled. though rather verbosely told, apWhen we have snugly seated our pears, in comparison with the other selves in that little shaded niche parts of the book, like a lovely-and which is so accommodatingly placed fragrant flower, springing from a between the windows, we feel as if, rank and fætid hot-bed. The folafter having, run a long career of lowing analysis of the story, which pleasure and dissipation, we had, is by the classical and elegant pen towards the close of life, withdrawn of Nr. D’Isræli, we take the liberty from the gay illusions of society; of borrowing from that very intein order to cherish the graver reflec- resting and scarce work,“ Gems setions, and more heavenly contempla lected from the Antique,” by Mr. R. tions calculated to fit us for our final Ragley ; published in 1804. departure. The nuinber of works of Sculp- ters, all beantiful; the third was more
“ A king and queen had three daughture, and of Models, in this last,
than beautiful. She was compared to was not so great as we have known
Venus; for her was the worship of that it to be in some former exhibitions ; deity neglected; Paphos, and Cnidos, and but there was a large proportion of Cythera were deserted. The statues of productions of superior merit:—of Beanty were ungarlanded and uncrowned;
her altars were without incense and sacri. these, the one which appeared to us
fices. Venus, indignadt, summoned her to be unequivocally the most fasci
son signally to chastise the feeble niortal, nating (and we doubt whether in the whose audacious beauty had stolen away more refined qualities the art it her adorers. has ever been excelled,) was Mr. “ Yet Psyche drew no advantage from Westmacott's “ Psyche ;” of which
her charms. All hastened to behold her;
all admired her; but she inspired no one we have the pleasure, by the kind
with desire. Her sisters were already permission of his Grace the Duke of married ; and she alone, in the solitude Bedford, to prefix an Engraving to of the palace, hated her own beauties,