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chief misfortune to be, that she was born a woman. This ence in the world between sitting bolt upright, before a maris evidently a mistake which nature never intended should ble-covered, blue-lined, lank, ledger-looking, Threadneedlebe committed, and in revenge Lady Morgan has worn

Street sort of a volume, for the purpose of opening a running at least a pair of intellectual breeches ever since she was the downy depths of an easy chair, and then and there,

account with one's own current ideas, and the sinking into three hands high. Had she been called Lord Morgan, without let and molestation -as the old Irish passport has nobody would ever have accused her of going beyond her it-giving a careless and unbeeded existence to the infinite depth, or out of her sphere; for a thousand subjects and deal of nothings which lie latent in the memories of all such modes of expression are patent to males, which the fair as have seen and heard much, and have been over the hills sex ought to handle cautiously, or reject altogether. and far away.' Thoughts that breathe will not always Hence we say that Lady Morgan is far too often dis write; 'words that burn'are apt to cool down as they are gustingly clever. She is continually taking a tremendous traced ; visions that come like shadows' will also “so destride, or rather straddle, across the rubicon of female part;' and the

brightest exhalations of the mind, which are

drawn forth by the sunny influence of social confidence, delicacy, and with the most hearty good-will proceeds to like other exhalations, will dissipate by their own lightness,

grapple with every thing that comes in her way. Her and—beyond the reach of fixture or condensation-make ' personal vanity, joined with a total want of feminine themselves air, into which they vanish !

susceptibility, prevent her from ever for a moment sus “ I never in my life kept a commonplace book for prepecting that she is doing any thing in the slightest degree serving such Cynthias of the minute. I have even an wrong; and altogether mistaking the nature of her own

antipathy to all albums and vade-mecums, and such charipowers, she confidently wraps herself up in the belief sions reveries which were never rêvés--and impromptus

table repositories for fugitive thoughts, and thoughtless effuthat she is unquestionably the Madame de Stael of Ire- laboured at leisure. I hardly think I can bring myself to land. This she is not, and never can be. She has a open a regular saving bank for the odd cash of mind, the good deal of information, a good deal of shrewdness, a surplus of round sums placed at legal interest in the great good deal of knowledge of life; but her imagination is public fund of professed authorship : 'on renvoye tout cela d very limited, her feelings are blunted, and her judgment la pédantisme.'”– Vol. I. pp. 1-3. is any thing but infallible. Miss Edgeworth even is

GRAMMAR “ By the by, grammar is the last thing that rather dry and masculine to our taste, but she is softness should be placed in the hands of children, as containing the and delicacy itself compared with Lady Morgan. The their powers of comprehension; putting them to unnecessary

most abstract and metaphysical propositions, utterly beyond child in the fable says to the goat, “ If you be a goat, torture; giving them the habit of taking words for things; show your beard." We wonder whether Lady Morgan and exercising their memory at the expense of their judg. has a beard or not. We offer an equal bet that she has. But this is the original sin of education in all its

Notwithstanding all this, however, Lady Morgan's branches."— Vol. I. p. 136. books are read, and are worth reading. A book, perhaps, incidents, and odd conjunctions of travelling, it happened,

The Countess D’ALBANY.-“ Talking of the accidents, = ought to be viewed as an abstract thing, independent of 5 its author. In all her Ladyship's writings there is Tuscan autumn ! with its · Tuscan grapes,' fresh olives,

one fine autumnal morning, at Florence—and oh, for the thought,—sometimes correct, and sometimes incorrect,— and autumnal flowers, which give the Tuscan capital its in general vigorous, and often original. She comes into pretty name—it happened that my illustrious countryman, the literary arena armed cap-à-pie, and dares the lords of Mr Moore, my husband, and myself, were seated on a sofa the creation to the combat. There are of the masculine in our old palace in the Borgo Santa Croce, looking at the

gender many whom she could with ease horsewhip at cloud-capt Apenuines, which seemed walking in at the winE their own doors. This rather piques nos autres ; and we dows, and talking of Lord Byron-from whose villa on the

Brenta Mr Moore had just arrived—when our Italian serrevenge the indignity offered to our brethren, by voting vant, Pasquali, announced • The Countess D'Albany: the lady vulgar, and so forth. Nevertheless, wherever a

Here was an honour which none but a Florentine could reviewer gets really angry, you may depend upon it he is appreciate !—for all personal consequence is so local!. Mapaying a compliment to the intellectual strength of the daine D'Albany never paid visits to private individuals, person reviewed. When the Quarterly called Lady Mor- never left her palace on the Arno, except for the English

poor worm,” they must have been terribly incensed Ambassador's, or the Grand Duke's. at something she had said ; and it has ever taken some whisper Mr Moore, ' The widow of the Pretender ! your : thing more than a poor worm to incense the Quarterly.

legitimate Queen! and the love of your brother poet, Al

fieri ;' and then came my turn to present my celebrated The “ Book of the Boudoir” is full of all Lady Mor-compatriot, with all his much more durable titles of illusgan's faults, and is by no means destitute of some of her tration : so down we all sat, and fell to discourse.' excellencies. The London Journalists have been all abu “ I observe that great people, who have been long before

sing it, yet all quoting from it. It is a kind of Album, the public, and feel, or fancy, they belong to posterity, geE made up of odds and ends,-anecdotes, reminiscences, re- nerally make themselves agreeable to popular writers; and 6 flections, apophthegms, and gossip. It is certainly by no

they are right; for what are the suffrages of a titled coterie, means a bad book for killing a wet forenoon with. If which can bear but the breath and suppliance of an hour," one could overlook, in its perusal, its vulgarity, its ego

to the good opinion of those whose privilege it is to confer

a distinction, to awaken an interest that vibrates to the retism, its loose notions of morality, its vanity, and its total motest corner of the known world? Kings may give pawant of sentiment, there is enough of smart, ingenious tents of nobility-genius only confers patents of celebrity. writing behind, to make the work palatable. Hoping One line from an eminent writer will confer a more lasting that these remarks have conveyed a general notion both dignity than all the grand and arch dukes that ever reigned of the author and her book, we shall add a few lively ex

from Russia to Florence can bestow. tracts, which we have selected, with a view of giving as

“ Madame D'Albany, already forgotten as the wife of the favourable an impression of both as possible, and, at the Dante lasts in the lines of Alfieri.

last of the royal Stuarts, will live as long as the language of same time, of amusing our readers. We begin with the “ The Countess D'Albany could be the most agreeable passage with which the first volume commences, and add woman in the world; and, upon the occasion of this flatto it one or two miscellaneous articles :

tering visit, she was so. She could also be the most disagreeNore Books._“ Last night, as we circled round the fire able; for, like most great ladies, her temper was uncertain ; in the little red-room in Kildare Street, by courtesy called and her natural hauteur, when not subdued by her brilliant a boudoir, talking about every thing, any thing, and nothing bursts of good-humour, was occasionally extremely revoltat all, I happened to give out some odds and ends that ing. Still she loved what is vulgarly called fun; and no amused those who, truth to tell, are not among the least wit, or sally of humour, could offend her. amusable; when somebody said, "Why do you not write We bad received very early letters from London, with down all this?" and here is a blank book placed before me the account of the King's death, (George the Third.) I for the express purpose. But I suspect there is no talking was stepping into the carriage, to pay Madame D'Albany upon paper as one talks ' les pieds couchés sur les chenets.' a morning visit, when they arrived ; and I had them still feel, at least at this moment, that there is all the differ in my hand on entering her library on the roi-de-chaussée,

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where I found her alone and writing, when I suddenly ex- roically in love with a female stomach ? I, who am no claimed, with a French theatrical air,

physiologist, can only appeal to faets. Pope, Dryden, Swift, • Grande Princesse, dont les torts tout un peuple deplore,

Racine, Boileau, La Fontaine, were none of them famous Je vien vous l'annoncer, l'Usurpateur est mort !'

as lovers ; they had no great passion, and excited none;

some of them were absolutely insensible to female charms "What usurper!' asked Madame D'Albany, a little and were sceptics to their influence. La Fontaine, with surprised, and not a little amused.

all his naïveté—which is generally so indicative of passion «Madame, l'Electeur d'Hanorre cesse de vivre !' The

was as cold as an icicle. Je doute,' says Miron, his friend, mauvaise plaisanterie was taken in good part; for, truth qu'il y ait un filtre amoureux pour La Fontaine. Ina to tell, though the Countess D’Albany always spoke in terms guère aimé les femmes.! I have some doubts of the sensiof respect and gratitude of the royal family, and felt (or af- bility even of the divine Petrarch, potwithstanding his fected) an absolute passion for his present Majesty, whose thousand and one sonnets, which made so little impression picture she had, she was always well pleased that others

on Laura.

As to Ovid, his conceits are the antipodes of should consider her claims to the rank of queen as legiti- passion and feeling; and Anacreon was so mere a roué, máte, of which she herself entertained no doubts. She, that I should as soon take Don Juan for a martyr to the however, affected no respect for a husband, whom, living, belle passion' as he. Cowley, who wrote so much upon she had despised for his vices and hated for his cruelty.”- love, was an anchorite. Prior, who wrote so freely on it, Vol. I. pp. 193-6. Country LIBRARIES." Madonna mia ! how well I and lived with Thérèse, who, besides being an imbécille, was

was a rake; and Rousseau, a poet in prose, wrote Julie, know the smell of a country-house library! Being, by di- neither chaste nor sober, and was all for love, and a little vine indignation, an author, people think I do nothing but for the bottle.' When 'Doctor de Pruli chided Rousseau, read and write books, eat paper, and drink ink,' as Sir a few days before his death, for exposing himself, in his weak Nathaniel says; and are pleased to consider that wbich is health, by going to the cellar, Rousseau, pointing to Thérèse, but the episode, as the history of my life. It frequently, observed, Que voulez vous ? quand elle y va, elle y reste.'" happens that, before I have made acquaintance with half – Vol. II. pp. 21-3. the rose-trees, smelled the geraniums, or swallowed a draught of the delicious air I left town expressly to breathe, I am

We are always glad to meet with our old friend Robert presented with the key of the bookcase-(I would as soon Owen of New Lanark, a man whom his day and generalock up my bells as my books, since the great merit of both tion do not sufficiently appreciate. The following anecis, to be always at hand)-So I go twisting and turning the dote places him in far too ludicrous a light, but it is said key into its rusty lock; and, ouf! the fust and the

characteristic : must, when the bookcase is opened ! "Then, what a search for something one can read through in less than a twelve- ANECDOTE OF ROBERT OWEN.“ On the previous mornmonth. Out of every hundred volumes, there are scarcely ing the most benevolent, amiable, and sanguine of all phimore than six or seven works; for country-house libraries lanthropists, called on me with a countenance full of some are made up of folios, quartos, or large octavos pour le new scheme of beneficence and utility It was Mr Owen moins ; except that here and there is a sort of thick, short, of New Lanark, whose visits are always welcome in Kil squat volume, that belongs to no class or form; and every dare Street, though so 'few and far between.' work runs from ten to fifteen volumes. The reason is, “ As soon as we had sunk into our arm-chair, and put that country-house libraries are generally heir-looms, origi- our feet on the fender, and before we had got on the usual nally collected as a work of gentility by the wisdom of the topics of parallelograms and perfectibility, New Lanark, country-house ancestors. They consist of what are called and a new social system, he began, standard books-books that would let the world stand still “ . My dear Lady Morgan, you are to have a party to to the end of time !-composed and collected when know- night.' ledge, instead of being given, as now, in quintessential ** To be sure, my dear Mr Owen, and it is made expressdrops, was weighed out by the stone, or measured by the ly for yourself. You are my Lion; I hope you don't mean yard. Concentration, in all things,-the throwing off the to jilt me?' rubbish, and getting at the element is the true proof of By no means; but I have brought you a better lion excellence; and it is now in literature, as in medicine ; in- than I can prove.' stead of being choked with a pint of bark mud, (all port

"" I doubt that; but who is he? where is he?" wine as it may be,) we swallow a few pellucid drops of

666 In my pocket.'" quinine, without wry faces or deep inspirations! It for

6 " You don't say so; is it alive? merly took a life to write a book, and half a one to read it. “Here it is,' said Mr Owen, smiling; and, drawing Oh, the 'Rollin's Histories,' and Voyages round the world,' forth a little parcel, he unfolded and held up a canvass tunic and the Clelias and Cassandras,' and the poems in fifty- or chemise, trimmed with red tape. nine cantos, the folio . Thoughts upon Nothing,' and the “• I want you,' he added, to assist me in bringing into seven-volume ponderosity of * Sir Charles Grandison !""- fashion this true costume of nature's dictation, the only one Yol. ). pp. 282-4.

that man should wear.' The following passage is rather severe on the rhyming

“ • But woman, my dear Mr Owen ?'

« « Or woman either, my dear Lady.' race, but we almost suspect it is just :

“ . Consider, Mr Owen, the climate !" Poets' Loves.-“ Poets seldom make good lovers, except «« Your face does not suffer by it.' on paper, there is no serving God and Mammon. The “' But then again the decencies ?' concentration of thought which goes to the higher flights of « « The decencies, as you call them, Lady Morgan, are composition, allows the feelings but little play. There has conventional; they were not thought of some years ago, been much dispute whether great actors are the dupes of when you were all dressed in the adhesive draperies of antheir own art ; but the great actors themselves have honest- tiquity, like that beautiful group on your chimney-piece. ly avowed that they owe their successes to their coolness and You see there the children of Niobe wore no more volumi. self-possession ; and the poets, if they were equally candid, nous garments than my tunic; that lovely child, for inwould own themselves in the same predicament. They are stance, which Niobe is endeavouring to save from the shalts, not, however, often inclined to make the confession. Ho of Apollo. And yet none of your fine ladies or gentlemen race says, “We must weep ourselves before we can make our are shocked by the definition of forms which have ever been readers weep;' and Pope's "He best can paint them, who the inspiration of art. I assure you that I have already got shall feel them most,' goes very nearly to the same tune.

several ladies to try this tunic on“ Passion, though eloquent, is not descriptive; and delights 66 « Oh ! Mr Owen !!! not in those details which make the essence of impressive “«On their little boys, Lady Morgan ; and if I could writing. Dr Johnson, who loved, or fancied he loved, his only induce you to try itshe-bear, and was therefore (good' bruin !) the better au- si • Me! my dear Mr Owen ! you surely cannot sup thority on the subject, has said that he who woos his mis- pose tress in verse, deserves to lose her ;' and there is no woman “I don't ask you to wear it, Lady Morgan, All I beg of sense who would not come to the same conclusion. I have for the present is, that you will give it a trial, by showing heard an odd paradoxical person assign a physiological it off at your party to-night: recommend it-pult it off!' reason for this. When one great organ, he says, is much " Quitte pour la peur, I promised to do so to the utmoet and permanently excited, the developement is at the expense of my appraising abilities; and so we suspended the little of all the other fanctions. Head- workers, in particular, chemise from the centre of my bookcase, under a bust of have uniformly bad digestions; and how can a man be he- Apollo.

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“ • There,' said Mr Owen, looking rapturously at the the Old World has been materially increased. Indelittle model dress of future perfectibility ; . there it is wor- pendently of the numerous body of merchants and diplothily placed! Such were the free vestments, that, leaving matic agents, or of wealthy and inquisitive travellers, the limbs of the Greek Athlete unrestrained, produced those who constantly visit us, many sons of the richer faminoble forms which supplied models for the Apollo of Bel- lies have been sent for education to France, to England, videre !'

"It is certainly placed to great advantage, Mr Owen,' and to Germany. We have the happiness to reckon I replied, with a sigh ; ' but it gives my pretty library very some of them among our friends; and we can bear them much the look of Ragfair, or a back parlour in Monmouth this testimony, from an intimate acquaintance both hete Street.' My dear madam,' he replied, emphatically, where

and in other lands, that more enthusiastic and unwearied the human race is to be benefited, no sacrifice is too great. students, or men more anxious to carry home the useful And this sentiment, which is the governing principle of and ornamental knowledge of foreign countries, we have Mr Owen's life, may serve for his epigraph."-Vol. II.

never known. The effects of their labour's are already

beginning to be visible–in the tone of society, and in the We bid Lady Morgan farewell with no unkindly feel universities and literature of America. Any one accusing; and, if we did, she is an old soldier, and knows tomed to look over the successive numbers of the North very well how to fight her own battles. We like to get American Review, must have been struck with the early a book from her now and then. It is always a dashing, and accurate analysis it contains, of almost every imhelter-skelter sort of affair ; and, in these “meek piping portant work in literature and science that appears in times of peace," it is a comfortable relief to the creamy- | Great Britain or on the Continent. We are ready to adfaced weaklings who are continually melting under our mit, that this highly-educated state of the public mind hands. Let Lady Morgan publish, therefore, at intervals ; does not necessarily infer the presence of original talent. but she need not visit Edinburgh, for we have a Byronic We are aware that, notwithstanding the intensity of hatred towards dampy women.

Cooper, or the classic beauty of Percival, we would look

in vain for one name that stands out in bold relief among The North American Review. No. LXIV. Boston. its fellows like those of Byron, Wordsworth, or Scott.

Frederick T. Gray. London. O. Rich. Edinburgh. All that we contend for is, that the atmosphere in which Adam Black.

alone such spirits can breathe, a dense congregation of Nothing can afford a more striking contrast than the congenial souls, is there,-minds with the same aspirafirst number of this Review, which fell accidentally into tions,—minds capable of appreciating them. Where God our hands some time ago while on a visit to a friend in builds a house, he does not let it wait long for a tenant. the country, and that which is now lying on our table. Let the future fates of America be what they will, of one It is the contrast between a heavy imitation of the Edin- thing we are sure, that she never will disgrace the lineburgh Review, and a work which imitates no other, but age from wbich she has sprung. Noise and nonsense expresses, in a spirited and polished style, original views enough will be uttered, but wherever men's tongues and on a variety of interesting topics. This advance it has pens are free, this must be the case ; and over the creepnot made alone, but in company with the whole of Ameri- | ing and noxious weeds, the majestic trees of the forest can literature. When that country first separated from will wave their branches beneath the blue dome of heaven. Britain, it was necessarily too much engrossed with busi A mere descriptive catalogue of the articles in the preness to pay much attention to letters; and separating, sent Number of the North American Review, would afmoreover, at a time when there was a greater intellectual ford the reader but an unsatisfactory idea of its contents. stagnation than has been experienced at any other period We prefer giving one or two extracts, which we have of British history, it could not be expected to carry any selected, not because we think them particularly original great impulse along with it. Little progress was made of striking, but as they are characteristic of the sentiin this respect till about the beginning of the present cen

ments and principles of the most widely-circulated Ame tary; for we cannot dignify the coarse and tasteless, rican periodical. The first is from an article, entitled though occasionally vigorous, effusions of Joel Barlow “ History of Intellectual Philosophy :" and his contemporaries with the name of poetry.

* In politics, the deficiency of standard works in the 11It may look like an effusion of national vanity to say, terature of modern Europe is equally remarkable, and the that the first kindling up of a true literary spirit in Ame- science is evidently still unsettled. 'Locke's Treatise on rica was caused by the Edinburgh Review ; but, as we

Government' is far from possessing the same complete and

satisfactory character with his Essay on the Human Unare convinced of the truth, we must even run the risk of derstanding, and the notion of a social contract, which he incurring the suspicion. That periodical, be its critical held in common with all the English politicians of his time, and other tenets what they may, communicated its own and which forms the basis of his theory, seems to be essenenergy and activity to the literature of Britain, it did tially erroneous. The Spirit of Laws' is justly celebrated more, it gave it for a time its own form and impress. for the depth of thought, extent of reading, and point and America drew, at that period, its literature from this beauty of language, which are exhibited in it, and will ever country, and received, along with it , the contagious dis- nately for its utility

as a classical and standard work, it

remain a most valuable literary monument; but, unfortuposition to intellectual activity. Its first efforts were excels chiefly in details, and the statement of leading princharacterised chiefly by a power which knew not well ciples is precisely the most questionable thing about it. The how to direct itself, and was sorely in want of materials later French politicians wrote under the influence of temto work apon. It is not enough to give men the first porary passions and interests, and receded from, instead of rudiments of taste, and then turn them into the wilder- advancing beyond, the point to which the science had been ness with nothing but nature for their guide. The men brought by Montesquieu. Rousseau did little more than who would excel in literature musť live in the constant present, under the attractions of his powerful style, but, in

other respects, under a less advantageous form, the theories interchange of thoughts with a community

who share their of the English writers; and Mably, whose name was at one feelings and their knowledge. They must have it in their time distinguished, with all his apparatus of positive histopower to look back on the long lapse of past ages; all rical knowledge, is substantially a mere declaimer. In Engthe mighty deeds and events which stand in reality iso- land, little or nothing has been done since the time of Locke, Lasted, with empty and formless years intervening between towards completing the enterprise which he unfortunately them, must appear to them in the retrospect grouped into failed to accomplish. Had Burke digested his notions into one glorious whole. In the want of all these in America, a complete and formal treatise, he would have been at once

the Locke and Plato of polities; and it is in his writings, rent as she had been from the European system, we are occasional, fugitive, passionate, sometimes self-contrato look for the secret of the emptiness of her first pro- dictory, as they are, that we are to look, if anywhere, for ductions.

the scattered elements, the membra disjecia, of a true theory Since that time, the intimacy between America and of government. The systein now most popular in Eng

purpose, it “

land, regarding only the number, and not the character of selfish, local, or party prejudice; to become, in truth and in its adherents, is that of radicalism, (?) as understood and deed, a citizen of the world; to ennoble and expand his taught by the followers of Bentham. Little can of course heart till it become a great sea, which sball gather tribute be looked for in politics, from a school which denies the from the fountains of the whole earth, to purify and again · reality of moral distinctions; but their opinions evidently give back their contributions in the shower and the fruitful gain ground, in the absence of any powerful champion of dew. He must strive to make himself perfect in all good, an opposite one, and threaten to subjugate the mass of the wise, and great things, and to become a living example of people; an event which, if it happen, must of course be fol that perfection upon which his soul's eye should be for ever lowed by a bloody and disastrous revolution."

fixed. Thus educated, those restless yearnings of the spirit, The following passage seems to us to contain a just those unquenchable desires, ever thirsting for satisfaction, appreciation of the merits of De Béranger, the French yet never satisfied, which form the real moving power that lyrist :

impels the true poet forward, will be left free to act; and

those high instincts • haunting the eternal mind, a presence “ Born of humble parents, and cast upon the lowest that will not be put by,' will find for themselves a tongue spoke of the wheel of Fortune, in spite of her malicious ef- and a ready utterance. forts to throw him off, he has clung to it during its revolutions, until the goddess, mollified, as it were, by his perse end of an overpowering tragedy, to remind the audience

Like the manager of a theatre, stepping forward at the verance, has bestowed upon him a boon which would gladly be grasped at by most men, namely, a most extensive and of the neatness and taste of his establishment, we con* popular reputation. As a party writer, he has made him- clude by assuring our readers, that the paper and printself obnoxious to one great political sect throughout the ing of the North American Review are worthy of Balkingdom, and has made himself an equal favourite with the lantyne himself, being little inferior to what they meet numerous faction which is arrayed on the other side. We with in their own LITERARY JOURNAL. may be enthusiastic; and we confess that we find something to excite enthusiasm in the character of one, who, despising alike the favours of fortune and of power, has devoted him. The Davenels ; or, A Campaign of Fashion in Dublin. self and his talents to his country. Blind and selfish though his affection may be, still it is a noble selfishness, and one

Two Vols. London. Henry Colburn. 1829. that excuses much that we should not otherwise so lightly pass over. The levity, the voluptuousness, the vanity, nay,

This is a vulgar piece of fashionable drivel, peculiarly the coxcombry of talent, which abound' in many of his offensive in our nostrils. It is a matter of six hundred songs, all these blemishes we excuse, when we remember pages, covered with letter-press, but for what earthly how often he throws off this veil which shrouds his more

goes beyond the length of our tether," as estimable qualities, and displays to us, in its true light, the David Tweedie says, to discover. The first volume confeeling, or rather passion, which burns beneath them-an tains an account of several balls given during the winter ardent and unquenchable love of freedom. But we will not lavish any more commendatory epithets season in Dublin, and which appear to us precisely siupon Béranger or his work; for, on looking over ou arti- milar to all the other balls given in all the other cities of cle, we are apprehensive lest we should be misunderstood, his majesty's dominions, the leading characteristic of these and lest the unquestioned beauty of some of his songs should assemblies being, that some young men dance quadrilles have led us into somewhat too unqualified an expression of with some young ladies. The second volume takes us to admiration of the tout ensemble. To our extracts, we trust Nice, for no particular reason that we know, unless that no reader of good taste will refuse to award the same amount the authoress (for it must be a lady) has exhausted all of praise that we have bestowed upon them; but, nevertheless, for the sake of our national character, and our claims she has got to say about Ireland, and finds change of to a superior degree of moral sense, we should be extremely scene necessary. Nice, as we learn from the Gazetteer, sorry to see these two volumes in general circulation among “ is an ancient and considerable city of Italy, capital of

a county of the same name, with a strong citadel, and a Our last quotation contains the American reviewer's bishop's see. The exports are silk, sweet oil, wine, coraccount of what constitutes a poet :

dials, rice, oranges, lemons, and all sorts of dried fruits." “ The child of impulse and passion, yet retaining all the All the dramatis persona, therefore, of the “ Davenels," simplicity and easy contiding faith of childhood ; impatient, go to Nice, and after the heroine is thoroughly satisfied impetuous, and full of life, with the blood ever running that she can never be married to the hero, she is married races through his veins, yet ever under the guidance of Rea to him, and the novel ends. We shall with pleasure surson—not cold and pale as she is wont to be painted, but render our editorial functions to the person who convinwise with an earnest wisdom, and warm with the glow and freshness of an earlier clime ;-he must be skilled in human

ces us that this is not as good an account of the plot as nature, and not only must he be familiar with the spoken

can be given. Then, as to the dialogue ;-surely there word and the visible act, but with that philosophy accord must be something sparkling there ; when did a “ Caming to which these are regulated. He must ponder deeply paign in Dublin" ever take place without some good the motives of the heart, and be able, by a quick and divi- things being said ? Let us dip for a moment into the ning sympathy, to penetrate into its very retirements.

He “ Davenels” to try. The heroine and her sister thus exmust cherish his imagination, and cultivate his taste, by a careful study of all those whose works give evidence that press themselves on their return home from an assembly: they felt within them the strivings of the diviner mind; Harris did not sit up; but I think she may get up now

_“• O dear!' said Henrietta, yawning, I am glæd not to imitate, but to gain directions which may guide him to those guarded and enchanted fountains of inspiration to disrobe me.'— We are better without her,' said Frefrom whence they themselves have drawn. He must be derica; and offering her assistance, they helped each other learned in all the branches of human knowledge, that his to undress, and retired to rest." Frederica is the hemind may be full of associations. He must become master roine, and of course, as this extract implies, is very amia. of the most copious vocabulary, that copia verborum, not less important to the poet than the orator; and not only in her manners, as might be guessed from the following

ble. She is lively, too, and indeed almost trop prononcée take pains to acquire command of words, but he must study passage : _“ Frederica burst out laughing, and said, I into their powers, and busy himself in learning all those reflected shades and hues of meaning, with which they have protest I was taken in at first ; I really thought she been tinged by association, as if they had been dipt in the had not where to lay her head.'—' She is very tirewarm flush of a rainy sunset;' for this is the distinguish- some,' said Henrietta,' with her eternal complaints. I ing peculiarity of a poetic dialect, that its words not only am sure nothing should induce me ever to travel with her suggest the single and immediate idea to the mind, but come again.'—' If one seems to pity her,' said Frederica, “ she linked with a thousand beautiful, though dim, remembrances. But his most anxious labour ought to be to culti

will bear any thing ; indeed, she has very little to bear, vate his own heart,—to cleanse it from all the taints which

more than any of us, and I was longing to stop in the it acquires by coming in contact with the world. He must kitchen, though they were frying.' (From a delicacy of strive earnestly to purify his imagination; to fill his mind constitution, we presume, in the heroine. ] “We must with noble desires and motives; to divest himself of every have a fire here,' said Henrietta"-[a noble and generous

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proposal.] This same Henrietta is remarkably clever ; dition of a very fine old picture by Reubens, the noble proupon one occasion she made the following admirable ob- prietor of which had kindly given the Academy the use servation :-“ Come, you shall not pretend you are less of it for a time. The glare of lamp-light was not, inhappy with an agreeable young man ; I feel very happy deed, suited to set off the pictures to advantage, and it when I am with you and my brother, but I am not at a was rather their general moral effect which was left upon loss how to be agreeable when I am with men I like.” the mind, than any distinct perception of their individual She said this, as the authoress obligingly informs us, merits. It was a delightful patriotic feeling to sit en“with a little vanity of manner, which Frederica thought circled by so many specimens, chiefly of Scottish art ; and became her.” Frederica is occasionally sentimental, which the few noble additions from England, and the magnificent we think a great charm in woman. Happening to be in masterpiece of the Flemish School, seemed to look with the country, she exclaims,~"How delightfully that no scorn, but with a very benevolent eye of encouragethrush sings, and how pleasant the smell of the new ment, upon the efforts of our Northern Artists, which mown hay !'-'Is that hay ?' said Sir Martyn, [a gen- are the fruit of but a few years' practice and experience. tleman who was unable to appreciate this fine poetical The progress has, indeed, been wonderful ; and I am burst.] I thought there was an agreeable smell !"" not sure whether the genius of Scotland has not evinced Concerning this same Sir Martyn, we are favoured with its fertility and resources quite as much in this unacthe subjoined highly interesting anecdote :-“ Sir Martyn customed department, as in those literary walks in which had intended asking Henrietta Davenel for the next it has been so long distinguished. Whatever distinction, quadrille; but Lady Floranthe chose to consider him as indeed, a nation may acquire in certain displays of talent, her partner still. Though standing near her, he forgot till the fine arts are obtaining a firm root in its soil, it her very existence for some minutes, and the stopping of cannot entirely throw off the reproach of barbarism. the music reminding him that it was time to secure Hen- Poetry will not accomplish that advantage for it, because rietta, he turned briskly round in order to find her, when the greatest poets the world has seen, have lived in ages Lady Floranthe, taking it as a signal for going to their very remote indeed from civilization. There may be places, passed her arm in his, and most undoubtedly led, great scholars, too, and philosophers, in a country where while she seemed to follow him, to the top of the room.' there is but little general cultivation ; but where that beWe can conceive few situations more horrible; and it is comes prevalent, ambition to excel in the fine arts grows evident that Lady Floranthe must have been a female likewise into a prevailing passion, and a field is opened for Machiavel. One other little passage, and we have done. the genius of a people, which may hitherto have been It is very impressive, and full of incident :-“ Lady Hor- quite unthought of, and unexplored. It is only, howtensia suddenly stepped towards the door. [The atten ever, when they enter upon this splendid course, that one tion is roused by the word suddenly,for when one does and the same character of elevated mental existence seems any thing suddenly, you may always be sure that some- universally to encircle them. The creations of art are thing is to follow.] Mardyn, who went last, glanced back not like books, which speak merely to the mind, and do at Frederica. (This was a natural action on the part not speak alike to all ; they address themselves first to the of Mardyn, for he was in love with Frederica.] Lady senses, and gaining an inlet by those entrances which Hortensia, in a low voice, (there is something awful in a are common to all men, they triumphantly advance to fill low voice,] asked him—to dine and go to the play with the imagination and to excite the feelings of nations. No them that evening, adding, (still in a low voice,] We have doubt, the eye which is qualified to relish the beauties a bor."

of painting or sculpture, is not the inexperienced eye of If our readers are not now inspired with a desire to the inattentive or unrestrained spectator—but it is reread the “ Davenels,” we shall merely add, that the hero, markable how soon, when the taste for these divine arts Captain Villiers, made it a rule to give himself consider is once awakened, a very keen perception of their excelable airs at every party he went to.

lences becomes widely diffused. The forms of a higher and superior beauty come thus to be familiar to the pub

lic mind. The citizen and the rustic themselves have Selecta ex Eutropii Historia Romana, et Cornelii Nepo

tis ; itemque ex Fabulis Phaedri Æsopiis, cum Notulis their minds exalted by the representation of the sublime Anglicanis; et Vocabulario Uberrimo ; in Gratiam

in human affections, or of the still higher attributes of Tyronum Conscripta. Edidit Gulielmus Lorrain, superior beings—or natural beauties, which before were LL.D. Editio Tertia, Ampliata. Glasguae. Vene- undistinguished by them, now acquire a meaning and exunt apud Robertson et Atkinson. 1829.

pression unfelt hitherto, when they are reflected from the

living canvass or marble. We feel happy in recommending to the notice of teach

Sentiments to this effect, though much better expressers, and others who are interested in facilitating the pro- which we were favoured, on the occasion to which I

ed, were brought forward in the eloquent orations with gress of a classical education, this elementary work as one of very considerable merit. The selection furnishes have alluded. The excursive genius of Wilson had a fine a good groundwork for the Latin tyro's study while at

theme for its delightful wanderings; whether it hovered school. The English notes are judicious and appropri- over the cradle of the arts in ancient Greece, or followed ate, and in the vocabulary the quantity is carefully mark- them in their later exhibitions of excellence,—or at last ed, the etymology of every word is pointed out, and syno- rested with love and hope upon their rise in his native nymous words, classical allusions, phraseology, and pro- | land, and saw, amid the mist of its mountains, forms of per names, &c. are also fully and clearly illustrated. natural scenery for the painter,ếor the no less dense mist

of its peat fires, countenances and limbs for the statuary, MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

to which Greece or Italy themselves could scarcely find rivals. The progress of architecture among us, of late

years, was likewise strikingly adverted to by him and SOME REMARKS ON THE PROGRESS OF THE FINE

other speakers; and that splendid building, the New High ARTS IN SCOTLAND.

School, met with universal tributes of applause. A people By the Rev. Dr Morehead.

who are surrounded in their daily walks by fine archiI was present at the dinner given, some time ago, by tectural displays, must derive from them a character of the Members of the Scottish Academy, and could not but elevation and refinement, especially where they are apfeel highly gratified, both with the company, and the oc- plied to high objects for the academies of youth—for the casion on which they were assembled. We dined in a monuments of the illustrious departed — and for the room, the walls of which were thickly ornamented with temples of the Deity. These objects have been, till of the paintings exhibited by that Institution, with the ad-late, prosecuted in this part of the island in edifices the

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