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1838.] Tupper's Geraldine.

"' I could not hide my alter'd form:
Then on my head the fearful storm

Of gibe and insult burst:
Men only mocked me for my fate,
But women's scorn and women's hate

Me, their poor sister, curst.

"' And little can the untempted dream, While gliding smoothly on life's stream

They keep the letter-laws,
What they would be, if, tost like me
Hopeless upon life's barren sea,

They knew how hunger gnaws.

"' O woman, had thy kindless face
But gentler look'd on my disgrace.

And heal'd the wounds it gave I—
I was a drowning sinking wretch,
Whom no one lov'd enough to stretch

A linger out to save.

"' They tore my baby from my heart, And lock'd it in some hole apart

Where I could hear its cry, Such was the horrid poor-house law;

Its little throes I never saw,

Although I heard it die 1

"' Still the stone hearts that ruled the place
Let me not kiss my darling's face,
My little darling dead;

0 I was mad with rage and hate,
And yet all sullenly I sate,

And not a word I said.

"' I would not slay, I could not bear
To breathe the same infected air
That kill'd my precious child:

1 watched my lime, and fled away
The livelong night, the livelong day.

With fear and anguish wild:

"' Till down upon a river's bank,
Twenty leagues off, fainting, I sank,

And only long'd to die;
I had no hope, no home, no friend,
No God!—I sought but for an end

To life and misery.

"' Ah, lightly heed the righteous few
How little to themselves is due,

But all things given to them;
Yet the unwise because untaught,
The wandering sheep, because unsought,

They heartlessly condemn:

We do not think the idea very happy of " Contrasted Sonnets"—such as, Nature—Art; The Happy Home—The Wretched Home; Theory—Practice; Pi itches—Poverty; Philanthropic—Misanthropic; Country Town;and so on—and 'tis an ancient, nay, a stale idea, though Mr Tupper.evidently thinks it fresh and new, and luxuriates in it as if it were all his own. Sometimes he chooses to shew that he is ambidexter—and how much may be said on both sides—leaving the reader's mind in a state of indifference to what may really be the truth of the matter—or disposed to believe that he knows more about it than the Sonnetteer. The best are Prose and Poetry and they are very good—so is " Ancient," but Modern is very bad—and therefore we quote the three—

"' I was half-starved, I tried in vain
To get me work my bread to gain;

Before me flew my shame;
Cold Charity put up her purse,
And none looked on me but to curse

The child of evil fame.

"' Alas, why need I count by links
The heavy length'ning chain that sinks

My heart, my soul, my all?
I still was fair, though hope was dead,
And so I sold myself for bread,

And lived upon my fall:

"' Now was I reckless, bold and bad,
My love was hate,—I grew half-mad

With thinking on my wrongs;
Disease, and pain, and giant-sin
Rent body and soul, and rag'd within!

Such meed to guilt belongs.

"' And what I was,—still such am I;
Afraid to live, unfit to die,—

And yet I hoped I might
Meet my best friend and lover—Death,
In the fierce frowns and frozen breath

Of this December night.

"'My tale is told : my heart grows cold;
I cannot stir,—yet,—kind good sir,

I know that you will stay,—
And God is kinder e'en than you,—
Can He not look with pity too

On wretched Ellen Gray?'

"Her eye was fixed; she said no more,
But propp'd against the cold street-door

She leaned her fainting head;
One moment she look'd up and smil'd,
Full of new hope, as Mercy's child,

—And the poor girl was dead."

"That the fine edge of intellect is dulled,

And mortal ken with cloudy films obscure,
And the numb'd heart so deep in stupor lulled

That virtue's self is weak its love to lure,

But pride and lust keep all the gates secure,
This is thy fall, O man; and therefore those
Whose aims are earthly, like pedestrian prose,

The selfish, useful, money-making plan,
Cold language of the desk, or quibbling bar,

Where in hard matter sinks ideal man:
Still, worldly teacher, be it from me far

Thy darkness to confound with yon bright band
Poetic all, though not so named by men,
Who have swayed royally the mighty pen,

And now as kings in prose on fame's clear summit stand.''

"To touch the heart, and make its pulses thrill,

To raise and purify the grovelling soul,
To warm with generous heat the selfish will,

To conquer passion with a mild controul,
And the whole man with nobler thoughts to fill,

These are thine aims, O pure unearthly power,
These are thine influences; and therefore those
Whose wings are clogged with evil, are thy foes;

And therefore these, who have thee for their dowei.
The widowed spirits with no portion here,

Eat angels' food, the manna thou dost shower:
For thine are pleasures, deep, and tried, and true,

Whether to read, or write, or think, or hear,
By the gross million spurn'd, and fed on by the few.

"My sympathies are all with times of old,

I cannot live with things of yesterday,

Upstart, and flippant, foolish, weak, and gay,
But spirits cast in a severer mould,
Of solid worth, like elemental gold:

I love to wander o'er the shadowy past,
Dreaming of dynasties long swept away,

And seem to find myself almost the last

Of a time-honoured race, decaying fast;
For I can dote upon the rare antique,

Conjuring up what story it might tell,
The bronze, or bead, or coin, or quaint relique;

And in a desert could delight to dwell
Among vast ruins,—Tadmor's stately halls,
Old Egypt's giant fanes, or Babel's mouldering walls.**

Mr Tupperhas received much praise bation of the public. Perhaps our.

from crities whose judgment is gene- rough notes may help him to discover

rally entitled to great respect—in the where his strength lies ; and, with his

Alias—if we mistake not—in the right feelings, and amiable seesibili

Sptctutor—and in the Sun. If our ties, and fine enthusiasm, and healthy

censure be undeserved—letourcopious powers when exercised on familiar

quotations justify themselves, and be and domestic themes, so dear for-

our condemnation. Our praise may ever to the human heart, there seems

seem, cold and scanty; but so far no reason why, in good time, he

from despising Mr Tupper's talents, may not be among our especial

we have good hopes of him, and do favourites, and one of "the Swans

not foar but that he will produce many of Thames"—which, we believe, are

far better things than the best of as big and as bright as those of the

those we have selected for the appro- Tweed.

Alas! for poor Nicol 1 Dead and gone—but no* to be forgotten—for aye to be remembered among the flowers of the forest, early wede away 1

Tub Uk' Bible.

"Chief of the Household Gods

Which hallow Scotland's lowly cottage-homes!
While looking on thy signs

That speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me comes—
With glad yet solemn dreams my heart is stirr'd,
Like Childhood's when it hears the carol of a bird I

"The Mountains old and hoar—

The chainless Winds—the Streams so pure and free—
The GoD-enamel'd Flowers—

The waving Forest—the eternal Sea—
The Eagle floating o'er the Mountain's brow—
Are Teachers all; but O! they are not such as Thou 1

"Oil could worship thee 1 v

Thou art a gift a God of love might give;
For Love and Hope and Joy

In thy Almighty-written pages live!
The Slave who reads shall never crouch again;
For, mind-inspired by thee, he bursts his feeble chain 1

"God 1 unto Thee I kneel,

And thank Thee! Thou unto my native land—
Yea to the outspread Earth—

Hast stretch'd in love Thy Everlasting hand, And Thou hast given Earth, and Sea, and Air—.

Yea ail that heart can ask of Good and Pure and Fail!

"And, Father, Thou hast spread

Before Men's eyes this Charter of the Free,
That all Thy Book might read,

And Justice love, and Truth and Liberty.
The Gift was unto Men—the Giver God I
Thou Slave! it stamps thee Man—go spurn thy weary load!

"Thou doubly-precious Book 1

Unto thy light what doth not Scotland owe?
Thou teachest Age to die,

And Youth in Truth unsullied up to grow!
In lowly homes a Comforter art thou—
A Sunbeam sent from Gos—an everlasting bow!

"O'er thy broad ample page

How many dim and aged eyes have pored?
How many hearts o'er thee

In silence deep and holy have adored?
How many Mothers, by their Infants' bed,
Thy holy, blessed, pure, child-loving words have read I

"And o'er thee soft young hands

Have oft in truthful plighted Love been join'd,
And thou to wedded hearts

Hast been a bond—an altar of the mind !—
Above all kingly power or kingly law
May Scotland reverence aye—the Bible of the Ha' I"

We have no heart to write about him his memory—they breathe of the holy

and his genins and his virtues now; fragrance that "smells sweet and

but these lines which Scotland "will blossoms in the dust." And how

not willingly let die," will embalm beautiful are these!

A DAY AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

"'Come sit by your father's knee,
My son,
On the seat by your father's door,
And the thoughts of your youthful heart,
My son,
Like a stream of Gladness pour;
For, afar 'mong the lonely hills,
My son,
Since the morning thou hast been;
Now tell me thy bright day-dreams,
My son,—
Yea, all thou hast thought and seen?"

"' Whan morn abune yon eastern hill

Had raised its glimmerin' e'e, I hied me to the heather hills,

Whar' gorcocks crawin' flee;
An' e'er the laverock sought the lift,

Frac out the dewy dens,
I wanderin' was by mountain-streams

In lane an' hoary glens.

"' Auld frownin' rocks on either hand,

Uprear'd their heads to Heaven, Like temple-pillars which the foot

O' Time had crush'd an' riven;
An' voices frae ilk mossy staue

Upo' my ear did flow,—
They spake o' Nature's secrets a'—

The tales o' long ago.

"' The daisy, frae the burnie's side,

Was lookin' up to God— The crag that crown'd the towering peak

Seem'd kneeling on the sod:
A sound was in ilk dowie glen,

An' on ilk naked rock—
On mountain-peak—in valley lone—

An' haly words it spoke.

"' The nameless flowers that budded up- Each beauteous desart child— The heather's scarlet blossoms spread O'er many a lanely wild:The lambkins, sporting in the glens— The mountains old and bare— Seem'd worshipping; and there with them I breathed my morning prayer.

"' Alang o'er monie a mountain-tap—

Alang through monie a glen — Wi' Nature haudin' fellowship,

I journey'd far frae men.
Whiles suddenly a lonely tarn

Wad burst upon my eye,
An' whiles frae out the solitudes

Wad come the breezes' cry.

"' At noon, I made my grassy couch Beside a haunted stream,—

A bonnie blumin' bush o' brume Waved o'er me in my dream.
I laid me there in slumberous joy Upo' the giant knee
Of yonder peak, that seem'd to bend In watching over me.

"' I dream'd a bonnie bonnie dream,

As sleepin' there I lay :—
I thocht I brightly roun' me saw

The fairy people stray.
I dreamt they back again had come

To live in glen an' wold—
To sport in dells 'neath harvest-muncs—

As in the days o' old.

"' I saw them dance upon' the breeze,

A n' hide within the flower—
Sing bonnie an' unearthly sangs,

An' skim the lakelets o'er!
That hour the beings o' the past—,

O' ages lost an' gone
Came back to earth, an' grot an' glen

War' peopled every one!

"' The vision fled, an' I awoke :—

The sun was sinkin' doon;
The mountain-birds frae hazles brown

Had sung their gloamin' tune:
The dew was fallin* on the leaf.

The breezes on the flower; An' Nature's heart was beating calm,—

It was the evening hour.

"'An', father, whan the mune arose,

lTpo' a mountain-height
I stude an' saw the brow of earth

Bound wi' its siller light.
Nao sound cam' on the watching ear

Upo' that silent hill;
My e'en war' fill'd with tears, the hour

Sae holy was an' still!

"There was a lowly mound o'green

Beside me risin' there,—
A pillow whar' a bairn might kneel,

An' say its twilight prayer. The munelight kiss'd the gladsome flowers

That o'er that mound did wave; Then I remember'd that I stude

Aside the Martyrs' grave!

"I knelt upo' that hallow'd earth,

While Memory pictured o'er The changing scenes — the changing thoughts, That day had held in store; An' then my breast wi' gladness swell'd, ''" An' God in love did bless,— He gave me, 'mong auld Scotland's hills, A day o' happiness!"

INDEX TO VOL. XLIV.

/ Alcestis of Euripides, the, translated by Mr
Chapman, 408.
Ancient fragments of the Phoenician, Chal-
dean, &c. writersi by Cory, reviewed,
105.
Archxus, a poem, by him named the Sex-
ton's Daughter, 1—Part II. 3—Part III.
5—Part IV. 7—Part V. 9—Part VI. 12
—Part VII. 14—Part VIII. 16_Part
IX. 18—Thoughts and images by him,
197 — Legendary Lore, by him, No. IV.
Land and Sea, 335—No. V. The Onyx
Ring, Part I. 664—Part II. 741.
Arnold's History of Rome, reviewed, 142.
Attache, Letters of an, 369.
Avenger, the, a tale, 208.
Banker, the Murdering, a tale, 823—Chap.

TI. 838.
Imiohos-Ayres, war in disgrase, 717.
Cabinet and the Country, the, 429—Lord
Brougham has well branded the Mel-
bourne Cabinet with the title of the ** In-
capables," ib.—the incapability of the
Premier shewn, 430—of the Foreign
Secretary, ib.—of the Colonial Secre-
tary, 431—vt ih& Home Secretary, ib.
—the important affairs of the nation are
neglected on the pretext of tranquillizing
Ireland, ib.^-examples adduced of the va-
nity of tranquillizing Ireland by making
concessions to the Irish papists, 432—ex-
tracts from O'Connell's speeches quoted
in proof, ib.—also Mr Roebuck's letter
on those speeches, 436—further evidence
by Lord Brougham, 437—no reliance can
be placed on the most solemn protesta-
tions of the papists, 438.
Callimachus, Hymn to Diana, by the trans-

latur of Homer's Hymns, 52.
Casiirair Perrier, his political character de-
picted, 34—162.
Catholicism, Protestantism, and Philosophy
in France. By M. Guizot, reviewed, 524.
Chapman, Mr, his translation of the Alcestis
of Euripides, 408.
Christopher in his Cave, 268—among the

Mountains, 285.
Colonial misgovernment, 624—the political
character of the Colonial Secretary de-
picted, ib.—his shameful conduct to Mr
Boulton, Chief-Justice, Newfoundland, ex-

posed, 625—his endowments of popery
the bane of colonial government, as exem-
plified in Lower Canada, 628—in New
South Wales, 630—in the West Indies,
632—his culpable conduct exposed, in re-
gard to the exportation of the Hill Coolies
of India to the West Indies, 633—some
of his proceedings, as the Malta Commis-
sion, are incidental specimens of the gene-
ral policy of the administration, 63-4—
besides these instances of improper con-
duct, he has permitted objectionable ap-
pointments to be made in our North American colonies, 635.
Colonial and reciprocity systems considered, 317.
Coronation Ode for Queen Victoria I., June 28, 1838, by James Montgomery, 140—
Letters of an Attache on the coronation,
369—Sonnets, on the, 402.
Corn Laws, the, 650—up to last crop, the
existence of the corn laws, as affecting
prices, was of no importance, ib.—the last
wet and cold summer raised the price of
corn, and the Radicals have seized this
formidable weapon to move the passions
of tlie peoplo, ib.— the argument constant-
ly maintained against the corn laws stated,
651—doubtful that unrestricted importa-
tion of foreign corn would lower the money
price of corn, 652—unrestricted importa-
tion would depress the home growers as
much as it would encourage the foreign
growers, ib—examples of the effects of
this principle quoted in other articles of
consumption, 653—fallacy of the opinion
that low prices are the invariable concomi-
tant of prosperity, proved, 655—as well
as the opinion that a free trade in grain
would greatly extend our foreign trade,
ib.—the home trade rather would decline
much more than the foreign trade would
increase, 657—official tables quoted to
show the greater value of agriculture than
manufactures, and of agriculture and the
home trade combined, than the foreign
trade, ib.— whilst the cry for unrestricted
importation of corn is set up, the restric-
tions existing in favour of manufacturing
industry are permitted to rest unmolested,
659—when the home market consumes

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