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Where worshipp'd? Nature and sweet Poesy
And hand in hand these angel-maidens move,
Their sport is on the breezy lawn; above
Or fairer sights upon the vision throng?
For Nature's temples are the halls of Song.
LITERARY NOTES AND JOTTINGS. much more piquant and amusing is the
history of the affair given by Clement No. I.
.About this time some thousands of well CROMWELL'S PREACHING.
affected women of London, Westminster, HUME has been censured for asserting that House of Commons with two petitions in
Southwark, and the hamlets, stormed the Cromwell wrote sermons, “a discovery," behalf of Jo. Lilburn and his company.says Dr. Harris, "of Mr. Hume's own, and They complain of the Council of State's quite unsuitable to his character and the violent and illegal proceedings against times. The historian was probably misled them, in seizing them in the night by solby an imperfect recollection of the follow. diers ; of their arbitrary government,
taxes, ing humorous and graphic description, by excise, monopolies, &c., and with utterly that acute writer and keen partizan, Clement taking away all liberty of discourse, than Walker."
which there can be no greater slavery. They “ Sunday after Easter day (1649) six
received not so good answers to these petipreachers militant at Whitehall tried the tions as they were wont to receive when patience of their hearers, one calling upan. other successively. At last the spirit of the thimbles to sacrifice to these legislative
they had money, plate, rings, bodkins, and Lord called up Oliver Cromwell, who, idols. They were bid go home and wash standing a good while with lifted up, eyes, the dishes ;' to which some 'replied, they as it were in a trance, and his neck inclin- had neither dishes nor meat left.?" ing a little to one side, as if he had expected Mahomet's dove to descend and mur.
JOHNSON'S POETICAL CRITICISM. mur in his ear, and sending forth abundantly the groans of the spirit, spent an The morose severity with which Johnson hour in prayer, and an hour and a half in has treated the works of Gray has been
In his prayer he desired God universally condemned as ungenerous and to take off from him the government of this unjust ; but we know not that it has been mighty people of England, as being too remarked, that the worthy doctor-who heavy for his shoulders to bear. An au- was, after all, a “fine old fellow," as By. dacious, ambitious, and hypocritical imita- run terms him, though sadly swayed by tor of Moses. It is now reported of him masterless passion and inveterate prejuthat he pretendeth to inspirations; and that dice-has himself fallen into the very sins when any great or weighty matter is pro- for which he so coarsely censures_the pounded, he usually retireth for a quarter poet. In his remarks on the “Ode to Eton or half an hour, and then returneth and de- College," a poem which, from its sedate livereth out the oracles of the Spirit. Sure. contemplative character, one would think ly the spirit of John Leyden will be doubled Johnson must have admired, he styles the upon this man !"*
apostrophe to the Thames “ useless and Hume states that in the same year the puerile," and adds, as if with the blunt ob. women applied, by petition, for the release tuseness of a true matter-of-fact critic, of Colonel Lilburn, but were desired 10 "Father Thames has no better means of mind their household affairs, and leave the knowing than himself." This is certainly government of the state to the men. How a fact, but who ever before thought of ap
plying such a test to poetry? • History of the Independents, p. 154. Edit. 'Gadzooks! must one swear to the truth of a 1661.
Dr. Johnson, however, when he so far for
Violets, dim, got himself as to pen this sage dictum, for
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, got also, that some sixteen or seventeen
Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, years before, when his imagination was
That die unmarried ere they can behold perhaps warmer, and his perceptions more
Bright Phæbus in his strength,” vivid, he had written a book called “Rasse- carried with them no rapture or intoxicalas,” in which the river Nile is thus nobly, tion to his imagination-no dreams of hidapostrophised —" Answer, great Father of den moral beauty, superior to the cold reWaters, thou that rollest thy floods through alities of material life. eighty nations, to the invocations of the daughter of thy native king. Tell me if thou waterest, through all thy course, a sin. THE HILL OF FOTHERINGAY, NORTHAMPTONSHIRE. gle habitation from which thou dost not hear the murmurs of complaint ?" Now, pray,
Sep. 12.-Just returned from a visit to Dr. Johnson, what better means of knowing Fotheringay, in the eastern division of the had the Nile than your Princess Nekeyah, county of Northampton-a spot famous in or the much-injureil Father Thames ? and story. It was the residence of the princely don't you
stand much in the same Plantagenets, the birthplace of Richard III., situation as poor Mr. Gray ?
and is known to all lovers of history, poeIn the same life, the critic censures the try, and romance, as the place where Mary poet for conceiving that he could not write Queen of Scots closed her sufferings and but at certain times, and terms this harm- captivity on the scaffold. The day was less imagination, which has been entertained propitious—the sun shone without a cloud, by almost every writer of works of fiction, and some rain which had fallen the previa fantastic foppery. In the life of Milton a ous night breathed a delightful coolness similar charge is adduced. Now, Dr. John- into the air, and gave an unwonted beauty son himself, in his life of Denham, admits and freshness to the green lanes, and the the force and reality of this conceit
. Speak- surrounding trees and commons. The ing of the four sonorous and oft-praised scenery of Northamptonshire, like most of lines, also addressed to “ Father Thames,
the inland portions of "merry England,"
is flat and unvaried, but rich and fertile. “O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
Broad level meadows, intersected by thick, My great example, as it is my theme !
well-kept hedges, rustic stiles and crossings, Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not and bounded by a lazy brook or river, that dull ;
displays on its margin a few stunted wil. Strong without rage; without o'erflowing full,” lows or alders, with here and there a neat the doctor remarks—“The passage has cleanly cottage, or a snug farm-house, or a beauty peculiar to itself, and must be num
baronial mansion, bered among those felicities which cannot
“ Bosomed high in tufted trees;" be produced at will by wit and labour, but must arise unexpectedly in some hour pro
such are the objects that meet the eye, and, pitious to poetry." This is all which Milton though not romantic, they are always weland Gray claimed—the very keystone of come and grateful to the heart. The taste the fabric—the "fantastic foppery” which in such matters is chiefly regulated by earJohnson afterwards laboured to destroy.
ly associations. We remember poor John Critics, like a certain description of moral Clare, the rural poet, once taking us to see offenders, ought to have good memories.
his favourite scene, the haunt of his inspira. Johnson's criticism of Milton's Lycidas is tion. It was a low fall of swampy ground, wholly unworthy of his talents, and demon- overspread with brambles, and partly enstrates, better than a thousand dissertations, circled with a slow rushy brook, which the that he was either sometimes wilfully blind young poet-then in the first flush of early from prejudice, or that to the charms of a hope and budding ambition-has aposcertain class of imaginative poetry he was trophised in the following picturesque
stanza:utterly insensible. The exquisite relish for the pleasures of a town life which predomi. · Flow on, thou gently plashing stream, nated in the mind of Johnson, and his con
O'er weed-beds wild and rank ; stitutional a version to solitude, seem to have Delighted I've enjoyed my dream blunted his perception to the simple beauties Upon thy mossy bank: of external nature, and to have rendered Bemoistening many a weedy stem, him distasteful of poetry which did not in
I've watched thee wind so clearly : clude some striking moral sentiment, or at
And on thy banks I found the gem
That makes me love thee dearly." tract by the stately grandeur and measured melody of its numbers. His mind disdained Fotheringay church is one of the finest an alliance with the gentler graces. He village churches in England, and, instead could comprehend and develope, with match- of being surmounted with the usual weathless skill and wisdom, the sublimities of Pa-er-vane, it is crowned with the favourite radise Lost; but the myrtle and ivy of Lyci. armorial device of the House of York, the das shrank from his touch, and eluded his falcon in a fetterlock. The castle stood at grasp. With our great critic, the proper the eastern extremity of the village on a study of mankind was man.
high mount, and was protected by a double
range of moats, now filled up. The hill "Upon the ground of Sawtry,” replied descends abruptly on the western side, the rustic, alluding to the name of the par. where it is bounded by
ish. • The Nen's barge-laden wave,”
“A similar joke occurs in Shakspeare
between the gravedigger and Hamlet, but and some meadows as trim and smooth the coincidence, being perfectly undesign as the verses of Pope, which, according to ed, only bears testimony to the truth and Johnson's famous simile, were “shaven by verisimilitude of the poet's conceptions. the scythe and levelled by the roller.” A One slight ovation more, and we have massy, fragment of the outer wall of the done. Scotchmen are famous for nationcastle lies by the river-side, and this, with ality, and one night we remember a popu. the hill, forms the only remaining indica. lar living author, in the midst of a joyous tion of the lofty fortress, the stern prison- group in London, reciting with great enthuhouse, where Mary spent the last year of siasm, from memory, Burns' Address to her troubled life, and yielded it up to the the Deil. He repeated the lines jealous tyrannical policy of Elizabeth, with a magnanimity and composure worthy of
“ I've heard my reverend grannie say, a Christian princess.
In lonely glens ye like to stray;" when a genuine borderer burst out, "D'ye
think the auld chield has any notion of " Joke, a jest; something not serious," This was the climax of nationality.
Scotch scenery? О I wish I was wi' him !" says. Johnson. Common sense is said to
In the Letters from the Highlands, writ. be a rarer quality than genius, but a good ten about 1720, by one of General Wade's joke is rarer still. Rogers, the poet, re; engineers, there occurs a good practical marked that the best joke he ever heard joke with respect to the tailors of Inverness. was an acknowledgment in the newspapers To prevent cabbaging, an ingenious process from the commissioners of the Sinking was adopted. Fund, that they had received six pounds
“I shall give you a notable instance of sterling from some patriotic individuals towards the liquidation of the national debt! the tailor's purloining. This is to buy
precaution used by some of the men against The disproportion between the means and the end is certainly ludicrous enough, and of clothes, even to the staytape and thread;
everything that goes to the making of a suit rivals the egregious vanity of old Dennis and when they are to be delivered out, they the critic, (“ Mad Dennis," as Swift called are all together weighed before the tailor's him,) who imagined the French were going face. And when he brings home the suit, to invade Great Britain, because he had it is again put into the scale with the shreds written a tragedy reflecting on the French of every sort, and it is expected the whole character. As an instance of the strange shall answer the original weight.” association of ideas in some minds, we may mention, that when a gentleman remarked on the morning that intelligence was received of Lord Byron's death--- So Byron is gone !”-an individual present rejoined, Meeting with a Scottish baronet at Tours « Yes, and do you know, Mr. Cooper, our last summer, we learned the following cirneighbour is not expected to live ?!:* cumstance illustrative of the ancient in
Scarcely less rich was the remark of a timacy" which existed between Lords cockney citizen, I like Young's acting Brougham and Melbourne. Upwards of better than his Night Thoughts,” confound-thirty years ago Sir George S. Mackenzie, ing the poetical divine, long since gathered of Coul in Ross-shire, was waited upon at to his fathers, with the tragedian then flour- his house one day by a messenger from the ishing on the stage.
inn or change-house, to tell him that two We have heard that when a Scotch duch- gentlemen were at the said hostelry, and ess, once “ the admired of all observers, were desirous of speaking with him. The was questioning the children at one of her baronet repaired to the spot, and on entercharity schools, the teacher asked, "What ing the cottage saw to his surprise his col. is the wife of a king called ?"
lege acquaintance, Mr. Henry Brougham, “ A queen,” bawled out the little philoso. dressed in a kilt, sitting with his feet upon pher.
a pail of water, and by his side Mr. Wil• The wife of an emperor ?"
liam Lamb, apparently very tired and woe“ An empress," was replied with equal begone. After the usual congratulations, readiness.
the travellers stated that they were on a " Then what is the wife of a duke called ?" pedestrian excursion in the Highlands, and
“A drake," exclaimed several voices, were considerably fatigued. The gentlemistaking the title duke for the biped duck, man pressed them to go to his house, but which they pronounced the same. this they declined. Some whisky was call
At a meeting of a turnpike board one ed in, and after the glass had circulated a day, a farmer objected to some decision, short time, and many a pretty remark and when the clerk asked upon what ground he lively sally had been made, the two stran. objected.
gers, little dreaming, we dare say, that one VOL. VIII.
ANECDOTES OF LORD BROUGHAM.
was to be prime minister and the other lord | business of public life; and Telford may chancellor of England, slung their knapsacks be cited as an instance of how completely on their backs and departed. It is a pity one description of genius may be overlaid that courts or debates should come between and neglected by the mind of its possessor a friendship of so old standing, and ce- receiving a totally different bias and direcmented by kindly thoughts and offices thir- tion. ty years since among the Highland hills. In his early days Telford lived on poetic The energy and perseverance of Brougham ground, amidst the scenes of the finest old at this time led all who knew him to pre. Scotch songs, green hills, and the other addict his future greatness; and one gentle-juncts of a landscape of great sylvan and man in Glasgow, Mr. Jardine, a merchant, pastoral beauty. Eskdale, his native district, bet ten guineas to one that Brougham was also the birthplace of Armstrong, author would be a cabinet minister. The mer- of the "Art of Preserving Health," and of chant did not live to see this realised; but Mickle, the translator of the Lusiad. Tel. so firm was his conviction that it would ford wrote a poem descriptive of this classic take place, that he left a memorandum in dale, but it is only a feeble paraphrase of his will
, stating that the ten guineas were to Goldsmith. It seems, however, to have sup: be paid over to the Glasgow Infirmary. plied a line to his friend Campbell. Telford This was actually done after Lord Brough- writes, am's elevation to the woolsack. Mr. Jardine's son (who told the circumstance) was “ Whose airy summits mingle with the skies,” a Scottish advocate, or barrister, and is now a sheriff in Scotland.
and the fourth line in the Pleasures of Hope is the same, with the exception of "sun
bright" instead of "airy." The engineer TELFORD, THE ENGINEER.
afterwards helped the poet to a more valua
ble line, which he could lawfully appropriate The late Mr. Telford was in his young -a line in his will leaving Mr. Campbell days a devoted rhymster, and his boy: 5001. This bequest has also turned out to be ish studies and predilections contrasted nearly double the amount, owing to the strangely with the severer pụrsuits of his terms of the will and the testator's effects far manhood and old age. In his original oc- exceeding what he believed to be their cupation of a stone-mason, cutting names value. on tombstones, (in which he excelled,) we Sir David Brewster has paid a generous can fancy him cheering his solitary labours tribute to the virtues and merits of Telford, with visions of literary eminence, rivalling in the last number of the Edinburgh Review. the fame of Milton or Shakspeare; but we We would add that, apart from the utility of may be sure that he never dreamed of con- his labours, and of the genius with which ceiving the Menai Bridge or the Pont-cy- they were planned and executed, the examsylte Aqueduct in Wales. We should as ple of his life must have been important in soon expect to see the gnarled and un- directing attention to extensive public works wedgeable oak” spring from a graft upon to engineering and improvements on a a myrtle. Yet Telford seemed to be mark- scale of grandeur suited to the dignity of this ed out as a literary man by his friends and great empire. The British government has contemporaries, as well as by the first lagged behind some of the continental states dawnings of his own ambition. In Edin- in zeal for science, and encouragement of burgh he associated with Dugald and Mrs. the skill and enterprise of the nation. We Stewart, with Gregory, Alison, Playfair, have all inscribed on our banners Lord and Campbell: the latter then a very young Grey's talismanic word “Retrenchment,”— man, in the flush of his precocious and an admirable motto, but surely not intended wonderful genius. Nor did he forget this to cover a peddling, huxtering economy, spirit in his later and more prosperous unworthy the first commercial empire in the days. He was a warm and steady friend world. Mr. 'Telford, we do think, lifted the to Čampbell, to whom his house in Abingdon public mind a little above this creeping atStreet was ever open. When Dr. Currie mosphere. He also afforded an excellent conceived the benevolent project of pub. pattern to men of science to be free and lishing the works of Burns, and writing the liberal in their communications with each life of the bard, for the benefit of his desti. other, to extend the boundaries of useful tute widow and family, Telford entered knowledge. Above all, his example must warmly into the project, and promoted it teach the humblest not to despond under by his money as well as by his counsel and adverse circumstances, or to fold their hands influence. The magnificent plans and in despair. Many a young engineer and schemes on which he was latterly engaged mechanic will, we hope, recollect that Tel. completely occupied his time and talents, ford seized every opportunity to acquire and all traces of the youthful poet had en- information, and that if he had not perhaps tirely vanished. It is impossible to reckon pored over the plates and descriptions in the amount of latent talent constantly Rollin's history, by his mother's fireside, or slumbering in this great country from want in the open air, while he herded sheep, he of industry or opportunities of action, or would not have risen to be president of the buried beneath the weightier cares and Society of Engineers, and a man whom kings
BY AN EXILE.
delighted to honour. And, should they attain
ITALY. a certain degree of eminence, they must recollect also that Telford never slacked in his efforts, or reposed on his past exertions. Some of his best works were planned when he was above sixty, and when he was in the enjoyment of easy circumstances and high | Political, religious, and moral elements of social reputation. Let them, therefore, persevere.
order in Italy. Telford's latter days were a fine commentary Democracy and aristocracy-Christianity-Popery on the text of Shakspeare
and chivalry “ Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright; to have done, is to hang Ir enthusiasm of public spirit, and sanctity Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; for a nation an independent existence, Italy
of private manners, were sufficient to secure For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path,
would have sent her glorious freedom down For emulation hath a thousand sons,
to the remotest generations. The wealth and That one by one pursue ; if you give way,
splendour to which the enfranchised cities Or hedge aside from the direct forth-right,
of the Lombard league were suddenly raised, Like to an entered tide they all rush by,
did not, for a long time, exercise their corAnd leave you hindmost.”
ruptive influence. The eternal state of warfare in which they found themselves engaged, from their earliest origin, was not peculiar to Italy. It was the element in which that age of steel equally breathed. It had the
effect of preventing them from falling into FLOWERS AT SEA.
that languor and torpor into which they
would have been lulled by uninterrupted BY MRS. ABDY.
prosperity. Their spirit of enterprise, their
emulous ambition, kept pace with their mu“'This morning we were surprised by the ap- nicipal jealousies, with their endless conpearance of a bouquet on one of our cabin tables-ficts.
Liberty, the worker of wonders, lilies, hyacinths, daffodils, violets, and primroses at sea! It is a matter of ambition with us to carry into turned all poisonous seeds into sources of
blessing. New York a flower still fresh, though plucked in England.”-From Mr. Foster's Journal of the First But the Italian republics ran their race Voyage to America in the Great Western.
alone. The higher they rose in their liberal
aspirations, the deeper their neighbours sank Oh! dear is this gift from a kindly hand,
into darkness and madness. The disorders These lovely flowers from our own fair land; of feudal anarchy raged to their highest pitch By a gentle spell our thoughts they lead on the other side of the Alps. The Italians To the violet bank, and the primrose mead; led the way to a land of promise, on which Though rocked on the ocean's billowy foam, they were not to set their foot. They lit a Our hearts return to the scenes of home,
torch that was afterwards to pass over to And our cherished friends and our youthful Switzerland, and hence to Holland and Gerhours
many, to England and America, and never, Arise at the sight of these English flowers. or but too late, warm their bosoms again.
Italy was to assume the apostleship of civiLet us long delay their final doom,
lisation and freedom, and, like all other Let us carefully tend their fleeting bloom; apostles, to be requited with crucifixion and Perchance, when a few brief days are o'er, martyrdom We may land our prize on another shore, Those free states rose' amidst the confusion And surely all shall unite to praise
of unsettled institutions and jarring opinions. The triumphant science of modern days, The Italians loved the name of liberty more When flow'rets culled beneath England's sky than they comprehended its meaning. They Shall smile in America ere they die ! hung in hesitation between the reminiscen
ces of the ancient world and the wants of the And these flowers a moral may convey ; modern. They contrived to reconcile the To strangers we bend our rapid way, advantages of republican equality with the Let us bear to them the feelings kind brilliancy of chivalrous prowess. They That we knew in the land we left behind; struggled to unite the worldly wisdom of From jealous doubts and misgivings free, Roman policy with the pure dictates of May our countries join in unity,
Christian humanity. Their governments And may days of friendly trust be ours, partook of the military assemblies of the Foretold by the smile of these English fow- feudal Champ de Mars, and of the dema
gogic tumults of the Forum. Scarcely emancipated from the reiga of violence, they had not well learned to give always right the ascendency over strength. The last germs of feudalism, which they flattered them. selves to have uprooted, shot forth again, by