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society doubly; you shrink to think of on the large scale, but have astonishingly the littleness and helplessness of solitary fine profiles, and eyes of the brightest man ; you startle at his power and da- lustre. They still call these festivals Bac. ring, where minds and bodies aid each chanalian, and crowd to them, if the other, and fill the world with wonders of weather is fine, in great numbers. a creation within, and from its fair self, which, to the eye of the untutored savage, occupied with cursory descriptions of
The remainder of the volume is would all be miracles. I like the black and monumental cy.
the principal cities through which presses, which on the hills round this he passed in his rout home, particucity seem to grow as mourners, and dark larly Florence, Bologna, Padua, Ve. ly wave their spiral tops above this spot, nice, Verona, and Milan, from which this grave of glory and of empire. How one ignorant of the state and chastrange mirth seems in Rome ! yet here racter of these places would certainit is loud, healthy, happy. Beneath a ly derive some useful information, lofty mound of broken sherds and an. but to those already familiar with cient pottery, without the city, there are their history, local curiosities, and some rustic taverns, and there are trees the manners of their inhabitants, we near, and grass grows round them: here fear these descriptions would add but you may see the people. The women in little to their stock of knowledge. their black hats, with flowers in them,
It must be allowed, however, that and bouquets in their hands and bosoms, and the laced corset, and the velvet jace observer of men and manners; and
our author is an accurate and shrewd ket, nine crowded in one open carriage, it is obvious, from the general chaall smiles and glowing with rude health, arrive and sit down with men of their racter of his writings, that he posown class, at open tables, and feast and
sesses a heart fitted to sympathise dance to the lute and tambourine, and with their feelings and fortunes, and spend the long holiday in merriment. a head capable of communicating to The forms and features of the Roman others what he has felt and seen. women are very handsome ; they are all
Co the River Leben.
Quanto il mondo ha di vaso e di gentile ! -Guarini.
BEAUTIFUL stream! Where now I look A dark veil of o'er-arching woods conon thee,
ceals, The frequent Aashing of the sunbeam At parts, thy current ; breaking its tells
bright line, How proudly thy deep breast of water And yielding to the dazzled sight a fine swells:
And sweet repose. While there, my pleas'd And all thy winding course spreads forth
eye steals to me;
Over the various tincting that reveals From where, beside the castled rock, the The wane of Summer where the dark
green fades Receives thy blended tide, to where the To sere or russet, through a thousand lake,
shades, Bounteous of rivers, pours thee forth, to How sweet, yet sad, a joy my rapt mind make
feels, The green vale as a paradise : I see
Pondering how oft beneath the rich. Where, by the House of God, emblem leav'd bough of Time
I've sat, in noontide idlesse, counting Thou windest, and, to Him that marks
the flow'rs thy flood
That mingled in the garland Spring Rolling unchangedly as erst when they
had flung, Who long there on thy bank have slept Studious of beauty, o'er thy placid
did climb, Joyous, the steep of life, renew'st the Or, from my flute, in July's twilight inood
hours, Of thought besitting most the stranger of Pour'd the soft melody thy Naiad's bow'rs a day.
· Mazy as Error is thy course ; yet they Else might I deem thy lovely valc to be Who dwell upon thy brink behold a Haunted at eve, when day's bright hours stream,
of joy are done. Like Chastity or Truth, whose pure depths seem
Nor is thy winding loveliness unsung. Of crystal, flowing rapidly away,
Oft, where the slanting birch its tresses Or ling'ring to bathe the daisy on its way:
dips The pale white weed, whose flow'ry To kiss thy limpid ware, and wild-briar cov'ring hides
sips Thy shallows, when thy shrunken cur- Nurture from thee, and woodbine wreaths rent glides
are hung A stream of Summer, laughing to the day Fantastically the dark elms among, That gilds thee, and so sweetly o'er
The praises of thy“ dimpling course" thy bed
are heard, Mosaic murmuring, becomes thee well. And yon grey column, near the village The fairest maid, that seeking, where
Tells, on its broken tablature, who flung The primrose, on thy bank, and violet,
His “ rural pipe's" young music o'er shed
thy tide, Their odour, looks into thy silvery
A mighty name! yet, while the wild, swell
notes sank, Of waters, each sweet line of beauty there
Blent with thy murmur o'er the silent may note.
A tone imbued his soul that did abide, Such streams as thine of old Diana lov'd And oft recall'd his fancy to thy bank, To bathe in with her nymphs; but And claim'd his sweetest numbers to thy these are fed
stream and vale. From earth : the etherial bands that nightly led
Flow on for ever in thy purity ! The dance by moonlight on the sward, And, while thy many-sweeping turns or rov'd
disclose With zephyr 'mong the closing flow'rs, or New beauties, varying as the season mov'd
throws Sleepily with the twilight wave adown Its changeful mantle o'er the scene, still The river flowing soothingly, or, with
Image of stainless faith, simplicity, Wov'n of the setting sun's last beams And purity of soul, in those who dwell remov'd,
Upon thy banks: still may thy clear Just ere they melted, from the moun. stream tell, tain height,
Coming in sunshine on, the sweet felicity Sat by the glassy stream, weeping to see That gilds their hopes, and thy bright Its brightness die away; these too are current past gone,
Picture their bygonc days. Or only on the dreamer's vision light, Levenside, 1821.
REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED LAW-CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN THE BOOKS.
Shakespeare v. The Author of Waverley.
“ I can call spirits from the vasty deep."
This day came on, before the cent patrons of the bard of Avon, Lord Chief Commissioner, Time, a were present, and seemed to interest trial, in which Shakespeare was pur- themselves much in the proceedings. suer, and the Author of Waverley The jury was composed partly of the defender. As the case excited con- gentlemen of former days, and partsiderable interest in the literary ly of those of the present. Counsel world, the court was unusually for the pursuer, Lord Chancellor crowded. On the bench, beside the Bacon, &c.; for the defender, Dr Judge, we observed Homer, Sopho- Dryasdust, Messrs Gifford, Jeffrey, cles, Æschylus, and the laughter- and the other celebrated critics of the loving Aristophanes. The Earls of day. Among the various personages Essex and Southampton, the munifi, who crowded, or, we may say, litere ally crammed the court, we observed, the pursuer. He felt considerable in a corner, the Author of the Curi. diffidence, he said, considering the osities of Literature, busily engaged high merits of the subject, to appear taking notes, from whose papers the before such a learned and venerable following account of the proceedings assembly as the champion of his has been chiefly taken.
celebrated client in the present case, The points at issue were: Whether more especially, as his pursuits and was the pursuer or defender the studies might seem to have lain in a greater genius? And whether the de- different tract. “ But I consider, fender, by his productions, had not my Lord,” he continued, " that the innovated upon the fame of the pur- man who unfortunately has not a resuer?
lish for, or he who lets other occuAn objection was made to the trial pations entirely alienate his taste going forward, on the ground that from such productions, is deprived the parties did not come before the of many of the most delightful and court on an equal footing; in respect exhilarating pleasures of a refined that the one was a writer of drama- mind. I reflect with singular comtic works, and the other of novels, placency on the many times, when, or prose tales and histories ; and that unbending my mind from severer therefore a comparison could not pro- studies, I have luxuriated on the perly be drawn between the two. vivid sallies of imagination, the But it was argued, that the two spe- touching pathos, the poignant wit, cies of composition bore a close re- and pure morality, contained in the semblance to each other. That both volumes of my illustrious client. I depicted natural incidents and man- need scarcely enlarge on the fame of ners, and both dealt in the passions, this celebrated author; he has reand feelings, and foibles of humani- ceived the united and enthusiastic ty. That, in Shakespeare's time, the admiration of his own countrymen, spirit of the age, and the habits and and of all those of other countries tastes of the public, had, perhaps, an who are capable of approaching his effect in directing his attention to excellencies. It has been beautifully dramatic works; that the spirit of observed by one of his admirers, chivalry, then in its height, made the that if it should so happen that the people delight in tournaments, pub- race of men became extinct, a being lic shows, and theatrical spectacles: of another species would have a sufwhereas now the sentiments of the ficient idea of what human nature public had changed, and their amuse- was, from Shakespeare's works alone. ments were diverted into other chan- Every shade of character,-every nels. They still retain their taste amiable propensity,--every dark, for the spirit of such works, but gloomy, and turbulent passion, is their habits have become more do- pourtrayed with such singular truth mestic, more retired and sedentary, and minutenessand their minds less enthusiastic, stirring, and cbivalrous: they now
" Each change of many-colour'd life he prefer reading in their closets such drew, works as the novels in question- Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd where the dialogues are so inter
Existence saw him spurn her bounded spersed with description, as to bring
reign, the scene in a pleasing manner be
And panting Time toil'd after him in fore the fancy-to witnessing all the
vain ! pomp and circumstance, and the ac, tion and expression of a mimic re- Thus has his name floated down the presentation. That, under these cire stream of public opiņion, emblazon. cumstances, the Author of Waverley ed by the applauding voice of sucbad but adapted his productions to cessive ages, without a rival, or even the prevailing taste ; and that it is an approach of a competitor ; till at probable, had he written in Shake- last one has arisen, who, similarly speare's time, his pieces would have gifted in many respects, treads close assumed a similar form to his. in his path, and in the eyes of many
The objection was over-ruled, and seems to proceed with equal fooie Lord Bacon rose to open the case for steps. Far be it from me to ats
tempt to underrate the merits of the view of making invidious comparidefender. I admire and honour his sons. His client had not the pregenius; but still that genius may be sumption to attempt to be thought great, without being the greatest; to excel the great master-spirit of his he may shine a star of the first mag- age, Shakespeare. The present disnitude, without rivalling the sun in cussion was forced upon him, and he his splendour. In fertility and vi- hoped it would not be considered as gour of imagination, in felicity of arrogance on his part if he attemptpainting to the life, in simple and ed to defend his client. Comparisons natural pathos, and almost in hu- of all kinds, but especially of literary mour and wit, he is little, if at all, merit, were often very vague and ininferior to his rival. He paints a va- conclusive. Of two persons attempt. riety of characters with true consist- ing the same walk, one might excel ency and originality; so distinctly in qualifications of one kind, and one are they brought out, that we seem in another, and it was a matter of to recognise them as individuals, and much nicety to adjust the balance in time come to reckon them in the between them. The noble and learnlist of our acquaintances. So far as ed counsel on the other side, with he depicts, he does so with life, and much candour, had admitted, that the pictures please and amuse us. in what must be considered the esBut we in vain look for those aw- sentials of genius, the author of fully-deep portraitures of humanity, Waverley was little or nowise infethose sympathetic delineations of feel. rior to his great prototype-in imaing, and gradual risings, insidious ginative power, in felicity of descripchanges, and 'tempests and whirl- tion, and in depth of feeling. That winds' of passion, coming so closely he had not pourtrayed many of the home to men's business and bosoms, passions and feelings, which are most which are to be found in Shake- remarkable, and most prevalent in speare. If we come to consider the humanity, may perhaps be owing to language in which the respective au- the circumstance that Shakespeare thors clothe their ideas and descrip- lived before him. The great minds tions, we will find an immense sue of the days that are past have seized periority on the side of the drama. upon the most striking and most imtist. There is an indescribable charın portant subjects, and have left little in the flow and harmony of measured to their successors but imitation and lines, which much enhances the sen- amplification. There is no farther timents they express; together with room to paint the workings of ambia dignity and conciseness of expres- tion, leading on to guilt and cruelty, sion, which prose can never equal, after the characters of Macbeth and and never approach. Shakespeare's King Richard. Groundless jealousy, volames teem with passages of beau- revenge, and the love of malice, purety, in which are crowded and con- ly for its own sake, is already decentrated maxims, reflections, and picted in Othello and Iago,-themeturns of expression, which have be- lancholy wreck of a noble and sensicome incorporated with our very tive mind in Hamlet,--and youthful thoughts, and which we borrow like passion in the loves of Romeo and a second language, on all occasions, Juliet. It may perhaps be said, that, either of seriousness or levity: His striking out new paths, and seizing works can bear to be perused again on incidents not obvious to the comand again, and always with renewed mon eye, and therefore not suspector additional pleasure.”
ed to exist, is a principal characterThe illustrious counsel, after ob- istic of genius. But human nature, serving that it was almost needless to though diversified, is not inexhauscall any witnesses on the part of his tible,-the general properties, and client, although hosts of them were primitive passions and affection, have in attendance, concluded a learned already been sufficiently pourtrayed. and eloquent speech, by craving from The Author of Waverley then, to be the jury a verdict in his favour. original, had to take these general
The counsel for the defender now passions of our nature, and represent rose. When the question was first them when under peculiar circumagitated, he said, it was not with the stances, situations, and states of civilization; as is exemplified in the Here a motley crowd of witnesses Covenanters, under the sway of reli- were examined, consisting of all ranks, gious enthusiasm,—the Celts in a degrees, ages, and professions,-oldsemi-barbarous state, &c.. These maids, bachelors, grave doctors, and characters, then, being peculiar, and philosophers--striplings and young confined to a sect or nation, though misses, who all bore unequivocal tese they may not be so generally or in- timony of the pleasure they had dedividually interesting, display not rived from the author's works. After the less art and power in their con- these, Voltaire, and some others of struction. In his historical charac- his countrymen, his disciples, were ters, the Author of Waverley will brought forward, in order to give bear an equal comparison with Shake their opinion against the dramas of speare, in his truth of painting, and Shakespeare. But Voltaire's evidence power of illustrating and amplifying was so contradictory, and so plainly the conceptions of history. In pa shewed that he was unacquainted thos, the history and trial of Effie with the spirit, and prejudiced aDeans, the catastrophe of the Bride gainst the plan of the author's works, of Lammermoor, and several other as to render his testimony of no passages, vie with the finest scenes of weight. Shakespeare. The ludicrous humour Here the pleadings closed, and of Bailie Jarvie has few counter the venerable Judge summed up the parts in the pages of the other; and evidence in a clear and masterly manthe cavalier, Dugald Dalgetty, need He left the decision entirely not be ashamed to shake hands with to the impartial verdict of the jury; the sack-loving. Sir John Falstaff. and if they should give it in favour Rebecca in Ivanhoe, and the sisterly of the pursuer, in his opinion, it affection of Minna and Brenda in the would rather be an honour than a Pirate, equal the most lovely crea disappointment for the Author of tions of Shakespeare. In short, there Waverley to be thought worthy of would be no end to enumerating his competing with the immortal Shakevarious beauties; and we shall now speare. proceed to bring forward proofs of The jury, after retiring for some the universal admiration in which time, gave a verdict in favour of the the works of the defender are held. pursuer, on both issues.
The landlord received me with a fellows, and both of us had spent a smile, but the evening was wet, and great part of our early life at Edgemy parlour contained nothing in the field, -he with his father and mother, shape of amusement, except an odd and I, being an orphan, with my volume of Hume's History of Eng- uncle and aunt. We both left the land. I was on the point of becom- village about the same time; Dicking melancholy, when the door open- son sailed for the West Indies, and ed, and my old friend Dickson held 1 for the East. Our youthful friendout his hand to me. I had written ship was thus entirely broken off, him a note about an hour before, and many years elapsed before we mentioning the circumstances which again met by accident in Paris. We would oblige me to pass the night at had both made independent fortunes, the village, on my way to the metro- and were on our way back to our polis; but I had scarcely hoped that native country. Circumstances, howit would have found him disengaged. ever, kept me for some time on the We were both, you may be sure, continent, and Dickson set off by himheartily glad to meet, for we had self for Edgefield, where, he said, all been separated for some time. We his ambition was to end his days as pulled our chairs nearer the fire, happily as he had begun them. I' profilled our glasses to the brim, and mised to see him, if ever I happened to prepared to make the most of our revisit the scenes of my childhood; time.
but fate made it necessary for me to Dickson and I had been schoolreside in a very different part of the