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able to accommodate a friend with a 2 on the dickie before.
old, pendant in slings from thing in my younger days. But it is
the top of the carriage. quite unnecessary to multiply instances of the reigning regard to what is 13 grand total. vulgarly called the main
chance. Those I have already referred to must be ob Yet, Mr Editor, these wonderful vious, and familiar to every one ; and efforts of, or rather at, economy, seem there is no person whose own expe- to answer no proportionate end. In rience and reflection will not furnish my younger days, country gentlemen, forth many more.
with few exceptions, made a shift to From this display of economy in continue in the management of their such matters, one would almost con own affairs during life; but now the clude that the same spirit pervaded prevailing fashion, or rather passion, the whole menage, and that our country is to get TRUSTEED with all possible gentlemen were wallowing in wealth, expedition ; -a landlord, whose estate and proud in independence, at least is not at nurse, is as great a show as a that they were enabled to live with live author was in my younger days, greater comfort at home, and to ap- previous to our being afflicted with pear with more splendour abroad, than the writing typhus; and a country it was in the power of their progeni- gentleman selects for the nonce a few tors to enjoy and exhibit in my younger of his friends, assisted by the disindays.
terested labours of a city and a counI am much afraid, however, that try-writer, who underlie all the trouble any one venturing on such a conclu- of managing his affairs at an expense sion, would find that he had reckoned not much exceeding that of a stud of without his host, and that there is running horses, and a crack pack of neither so much real comfort within fox-hounds. From this arrangement, doors, nor so much dignity displayed one evident advantage results, viz. that without, as in the days that have gone the trusteed, from employing these leby. Then, when one went to visit a gal characters, these aucupii, secures friend in the country, although the all the pleasure, as well as the profit, courses at dinner were not so nume- arising from the sport, entirely to himrous, yet the fare was equally abund- self-no mean consideration in this ant, and to the full as savoury; and selfish age. although there was not the same end In my humble opinion, six or seven less, and I must say teazing, variety years may be considered a reasonable of shilpit wines produced, a good many allowance of time for a man of midmore bottles of substantial claret were dling fortune to outrun the conput upon the table, fully atoning for stable ;" but a man of very large esthe absence of their more feckless and tate will probably accomplish the obfashionable brethren. Then, gentle- ject much sooner, especially if the men of two thousand a-year drove lady of the mansion be a woman of four good cattle in their carriage, at- business, who starts at six o'clock in tended by a brace of outriders “ arm- the morning, and piques herself on ed for war complete ;" but now very being a notable. In that case I have few commoners in Scotland drive more known the object very decently achievthan a pair of horses, and the poored in about half the time. animals are so loaded with dickies be It invariably happens, that the profore, and barouche-seats behind the gress of incumbrance, as observed avehicle, that it looks more like a first bove, advances with increased rapidity rate Newcastle waggon than a gentle- in proportion to the largeness of the man's equipage.
I actually saw a estate, a circumstance doubtless arisbaronet of my acquaintance get under ing from the proprietor being sensible way at Cheltenham, for his seat in of the necessity of using despatch, the north of Scotland, with a cargo of when so great a mass of business lies thirteen souls stowed away in, and on, before him ; and if his pecuniary difhis coach, viz.
ficulties happened to be great, previous
to his succession, the greater seems to ing draught to some patient far gone be the impulse to hasten the return of in the poetical mania, we have not similar embarrassments,--a preposses- heard. This much is certain, that he sion for which I confess myself unable has caught the infection, and that to account satisfactorily, unless by ad- thoroughly. For some time we were mitting the force of habit, which we in hopes, that he might get off with a all know " is prodigious and unac- violent fit or two, but of late the countable.”
symptoms are terrible. The phrenzy Should you, Mr Editor, consider of the “Poems” was bad enough in this sketch worthy of appearing in its way; but it did not alarm us half print, it may, however slight, afford a so seriously as the calm, settled, imcud for rumination to some of your perturbable drivelling idiocy of " Enreaders, and may perhaps induce me, dymion." We hope, however, that in in a future Number, to consider, a so young a person, and with a constilittle more at large, a subject which I tution originally so good, even now the have only touched SKIN DEEP. disease is not utterly incurable. Time,
firm treatment, and rational restraint, do much for many apparently hopeless
invalids; and if Mr Keats should hapCOCKNEY SCHOOL OF POETRY.
pen, at some interval of reason, to cast
his eye upon our pages, he may perNo IV.
haps be convinced of the existence of OF KEATS,
his ralady, which, in such cases, is THE MUSES’SON OF PROMISE, AND WHAT ofter all that is necessary to put the FEATS
patient in a fair way of being cured. HE YET MAY DO, &c.
"The readers of the Examiner newsCORNELIUS WEBB. Paper were informed, some time ago,
by a solemn paragraph, in Mr Hunt's Of all the manias of this mad age, best style, of the appearance of two the most incurable, as well as the most new stars of glorious magnitude and common, seems to be no other than splendour in the poetical horizon of the Metromanie. The just celebrity the land of Cockaigne. One of these of Robert Burns and Miss Baillie has turned out, by and
by, to be no other had the melancholy effect of turning than Mr John Keats. This precothe heads of we know not how many cious adulation confirmed the waverfarm-servants and unmarried ladies; ing apprentice in his desire to quit the our very footmen compose tragedies, gallipots, and at the same time excitand there is scarcely a superan auated ed in his too susceptible mind a fatal governess in the island that does not admiration for the character and taleave a roll of lyrics behind hier in her lents of the most worthless and affectband-box. To witness the disease of ed of all the versifiers of our time. any human understanding, however One of his first productions was the feeble, is distressing, but the spectacle following sonnet," written on the day of an able mind reduceri to a state of when Mr Leigh Hunt left prison." insanity is of course ten times more It will be recollected, that the cause afflicting. It is with such 'sorrow as of Hunt's confinement was a series of this that we have contemplated the case libels against his sovereign, and that of Mr John Keats. This young man its fruit was the odious and incestuous appears to have received from nature “ Story of Rimini.” talents of an excellent, perhaps even
" What though, for shewing truth to flatof a superior orde talents which, de
tered state, voted to the purposes of any useful Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, profession, must have rendered him a
In his immortal spirit been as free
Till, so unwilling, thou unturn'dst the all has been undone by a sudden at- Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate !
With daring Milton! through the fieldsof air; a glorious denizen of the wide heaven
To regions of his own his genius true of poetry," but he had many fine Took happy flights. Who shall his fame soothing visions of coming greatness,
i impair . · When thou art dead, and all thy wretch
and many rare plans of study to preed crew ?
pare him for it. The following we The absurdity of the thought in this think is very pretty raving. sonnet is, however, if possible, sur
" Why so sad a moan? passed in another," addressed to Hay. Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; don" the painter, that clever, but most The reading of an ever-changing tale ; affected artist, who as little resembles The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; Raphael in genius as he does in per. A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air ; son, notwithstanding the foppery of
A laughing school-boy, without grief or care, having his hair curled over his shoul
Riding the springing branches of an elm, ders in the old Italian fashion. In
“O for ten years, that I may overwhelm this exquisite piece it will be observed, Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed that Mr Keats classes together WORDS That my own soul has to itself decreed. WORTH, Hunt, and HAYDON, as the Then will I pass the countries that I see three greatest spirits of the age, and in long perspective, and continually that he alludes to himself, and some Taste their pure fountains. First the reahn others of the rising brood of Cockneys,
I'll pass as likely to attain hereafter an equally
Of Flora, and old Pan : sleep in the grass, honourable elevation.
y Feed upon apples red, and strawberries,
Wordsworth And choose each pleasure that my fancy sees and Hunt! what a juxta-position! Catch the white-handed nymphs in shady The purest, the loftiest, and, we do places, not fear to say it, the most classical of To woo sweet kisses from averted faces, living English poets, joined together Play with their fingers, touch their shoulin the same compliment with the ders white meanest, the filthiest, and the most Into a pretty shrinking with a bite vulgar of Cockney poetasters. No
As hard as lips can make it : till agreed,
A lovely tale of human life we'll read. wonder that he who could be guilty of this should class Haydon with May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest;
guury And one will teach a tame dove how it best Raphael, and himself with Spencer. Another, bending o'er her nimble tread, • Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; Will set a green robe floating round her head,
He of the cloud. the cataract. the lake. And still will dance with ever varied ease, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake. Smiling upon the flowers and the trees : Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: Another will entice me on, and on He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
urou, h almond blossomas and rich cinna. The social smile, the chain for Freedom's
non ; sake:
Till in the bosom of a leafy world And lo!- whose stedfastness would never We rest in silence, like two gems upcurl'd take
In the recesses of a pearly shell.” A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. Having cooled a little from this “ fine And other spirits there are standing apart · Upon the forehead of the age to come ;
passion," our youthful poet passes very These, these will givethe world another heart, naturally into a long strain of foaming
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum abuse against a certain class of English Of mighty workings?
Poets, wbom, with Pope at their head, Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb. it is much the fashion with the ignoThe nations are to listen and be dumb! rant unsettled pretenders of the preand why, good Johnny Keats ? be- sent time to unde *value, Begging cause Leigh Hunt is editor of the these gentlemens' pardon, although Examiner, and Haydon has painted Pope was not a poet of the same high the judgment of Solomon, and you order with some who are now living, and Cornelius Webb, and a few more yet, to deny his genius, is just about city sparks, are pleased to look upon as absurd as to dispute that of Wordsyourselves as so many future Shak- worth, or to believe in that of Hunt. speares and Miltons! The world has Above all things, it is most pitiably really some reason to look to its foun- ridiculous to hear men, i alum their dations! Here is a tempestas in ma- country will always huv resson to be tulâ with a vengeance. At the period proud, reviled by uneducated and when these sonnets were published, Himsy striplings, who are not capable Mr Keats had no hesitation in saying, of understanding either their merits, that he looked on himself as "not yet or those of any other me of power
fanciful dreaming tea-drinkers, who, Will not some say that I presumptuously without logic enough to analyse a single Have spoken ? that from hastening disgrace idea, or imagination enough to form Twere better far to hide my foolish face ? one original image, or learning enough That whining boyhood should with reveto distinguish between the written Ere the dread thunderbolt could reach ? language of Englishmen and the spo
How ! ken jargon of Cockneys, presume to if I do hide myself
, it sure shall be talk with contempt of some of the In the very fane, the light of poesy." most exquisite spirits the world ever
From some verses addressed to va. produced, merely because they did not rious amiable individuals of the other happen to exert their faculties in la
it borious affected descriptions of flowers this gossamer-work, that Johnny's
appears, notwithstanding all seen in window-pots, or cascades heard affections are not entirely confined to at Vauxhall ; in short, because they objects purely etherial. Take, by way chose to be wits, philosophers, patriots, of specimen, the following prurient and poets, rather than to found the and vulgar lines, evidently meant for Cockney school of versification, mora
some young lady east of Temple-bar. lity, and politics, a century before its time. After blaspheming himself into Of thy honied voice ; the neatness
“ Add too, the sweetness a fury against Boileau, &c. Mr Keats of thine ankle lightly turn'd : comforts himself and his readers with With those beauties, scarce discern'd, a view of the present more promising Kept with such sweet privacy, aspect of affairs ; above all,
with the That they seldom meet the eye ripened glories of the poet of Rimini. Of the little loves that fly Addressing the manes of the departed Round about with eager pry. chiefs of English poetry, he informs Saving when, with freshening lave, them, in the following clear and touch- Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave ;
Like twin water lilies, born ing manner, of the existence of " him in the coolness of the morn. of the Rose,” &c.
0, if thou hadst breathed then, “ From a thick brake,
Now the Muses had been ten.
Couldst thou wish for lineage higher
Will I call the Graces four.” From this he diverges into a view of who will dispute that our poet, to things in general." We smile when
use his own phrase (and rhyme), we think to ourselves how little most of our readers will understand of what Of Lady Cytherea.”
“ Can mingle music fit for the soft ear follows.
So much for the opening bud ; now “Yet I rejoice : a myrtle fairer than E'er grew
in Paphos, from the bitter weeds for the expanded flower. It is time to Lifts its sweet head into the air, and feeds
from the juvenile “ Poems,” to
pass A silent space with ever sprouting green.
the mature and elaborate “ Endymion, All tenderest birds there find a pleasant a Poetic Romance.” The old story of
the moon falling in love with a shepCreep through the shade with jaunty Alut- herd, so prettily told by a Roman tering,
Classic, and so exquisitely enlarged and Nibble the little cupped flowers and sing. adorned by one of the most elegant of Then let us clear away the choaking thorns German poets, has been seized upon From round its gentle stem ; let the young by Mr John Keats, to be done with as
fawns, Yeaned in after times, when we are flown,
might seem good unto the sickly fanFind a fresh sward beneath it, overgrown
cy of one who never read a single line With simple flowers : let there nothing be
either of Ovid or of Wieland. If the More boisterous than a lover's bended knee ; quantity, not the quality, of the verses Nought more ungentle than the placid look dedicated to the story is to be taken Of one who leans upon a closed book ; into account, there can be no doubt Nought more untranquil than the grassy that Mr John Keats may now claim
slopes Between two hills. All hail delightful hopes! the truth, we do not suppose either
Endymion entirely to himself. To say As she was wont, th' imagination Into most lovely labyrinths will be gone,
the Latin or the German poet would And they shall be accounted poet kings
be very anxious to dispute about the Who simply tell the most heart-easing things. property of the hero of the “ Poetic O may these joys be ripe before I die. Romance.” Mr Keats has thoroughly
appropriated the character, if not the full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet name. His Endymion is not a Greek breathing. shepherd, loved by a Grecian goddess; Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathhe is merely a young Cockney rhyme. A flowery band to bind us to the earth, ster,
dreaming a phantastic dream at Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth the full of the moon. Costume, were of noble natures, of the gloomy days, it worth while to notice such a trifle, Of all the
unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways is violated in every page of this goodly Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, octavo. From his prototype Hunt, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall John Keats has acquired a sort of From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the vague idea, that the Greeks were a most tasteful people, and that no my
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon thology can be so finely adapted for for simple sheep ; and such are daffodils the purposes of poetry as theirs. It is
With the green world they live in; and clear
rills amusing to see what a hand the two That for them selves a cooling covert make Cockneys make of this mythology; 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid forest brake, the one confesses that he never read Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose the Greek Tragedians, and the other blooms : knows Homer only from Chapman; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms and both of them write about Apollo, We have imagined for the mighty dead; Pan, Nymphs, Muses, and Mysteries, All lovely tales that we have heard or read; as might be expected from persons of an endless fountain of immortal drink, their education. We shall not, how. Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. ever, enlarge at present upon this sub “ Nor do we merely feel these essences ject, as we mean to dedicate an entire For one short hour; no, even as the trees paper to the classical attainments and That whisper round a temple become soon attempts of the Cockney poets. As Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, for Mr Keats' “ Endymion," it has just Haunt us till they become a cheering light
The passion poesy, glories infinite, as much to do with Greece as it has Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, with “old Tartary the fierce;" no man, That, whether there be shine, or gloom whose mind has ever been imbued o'ercast, with the smallest knowledge or feeling They alway must be with us, or we die. of classical poetry or classical history, could have stooped to profane and vul- Will trace the story of Endymion !!!"
Therefore 'tis with full happiness that I garise every association in the manner which has been adopted by this After introducing his hero to us in a “son of promise.”. Before giving any procession, and preparing us, by a few extracts, we must inform our readers, mystical lines, for believing that his that this romance is meant to be writ- destiny has in it some strange pecuten in English heroic rhyme. Το
liarity, Mr Keats represents the bethose who have read any of Hunt's loved of the Moon as being conveyed poems, this hint might indeed be need- by his sister Peona into an island in a less. Mr Keats has adopted the loose, larmed by the appearance of the bro
river. This young lady has been a. nerveless versification, and Cockney rhymes of the poet of Rimini ; but in ther, and questioned him thus: fairness to that gentleman, we must
“ Brother, 'tis vain to hide add, that the defects of the system are
That thou dost know of things mysterious, tenfold more conspicuous in his dis- Immortal, starry ; such alone could thus ciple's work than in his own.
Hast thou sinn'd Weigh down thy nature.
Mr Hunt is a small poet, but he is a clever Offensive to the heavenly powers ? Caught
in aught man. Mr Keats is a still smaller poet, A Paphian dove upon a message sent ? and he is only a boy of pretty abili- Thy deathfid bow against some deer-herd ties, which he has done every thing in bent, his power to spoil.
Sacred to Dian ? Haply, thou hast seen The poem sets out with the follow- Her naked limbs among the alders green; ing exposition of the reasons which And that, alas! is death. No, I can trace induced Mr Keats to compose it.
Something more high perplexing in thy
face !") “ A thing of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never
Endymion replies in a long speech, Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
wherein he describes his first meeting A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
with the Moon. We annot mak