from his situation it is most probable before-hand that he would possess. If my premises are right and my deductions legitimate, it follows that there can be no poetic medium between the swains of Theocritus and those of an imaginary golden age. 5 The characters of the vicar and the shepherd-mariner in the poem of "THE BROTHERS," that of the shepherd of Greenhead Ghyll in the "MICHAEL," have all the verisimilitude and representative quality, that the purposes of poetry can require. They are persons of a known and abiding class, 10 and their manners and sentiments the natural product of circumstances common to the class. Take "MICHAEL" for instance: "An old man stout of heart, and strong of limb: Had climb'd with vigorous steps; which had impress'd 15 20 25 30 35 So many incidents upon his mind Than his own blood-what could they less? had laid 10 Strong hold on his affections, were to him A pleasureable feeling of blind love, The pleasure which there is in life itself." On the other hand, in the poems which are pitched at a lower note, as the "HARRY GILL," "IDIOT BOY," the 15 feelings are those of human nature in general; though the poet has judiciously laid the scene in the country, in order to place himself in the vicinity of interesting images, without the necessity of ascribing a sentimental perception of their beauty to the persons of his drama. In the "Idiot Boy," 20 indeed, the mother's character is not so much a real and native product of a "situation where the essential passions of the heart find a better soil, in which they can attain their maturity and speak a plainer and more emphatic language," as it is an impersonation of an instinct abandoned by judge25 ment. Hence the two following charges seem to me not wholly groundless at least, they are the only plausible objections, which I have heard to that fine poem. The one is, that the author has not, in the poem itself, taken sufficient care to preclude from the reader's fancy the disgusting 30 images of ordinary morbid idiocy, which yet it was by no means his intention to represent. He has even by the "burr, burr, burr," uncounteracted by any preceding description of the boy's beauty, assisted in recalling them. The other is, that the idiocy of the boy is so evenly balanced by the folly 35 of the mother, as to present to the general reader rather a laughable burlesque on the blindness of anile dotage, than an analytic display of maternal affection in its ordinary workings. In the "Thorn" the poet himself acknowledges in a note the necessity of an introductory poem, in which he should have pourtrayed the character of the person from whom the 5 words of the poem are supposed to proceed: a superstitious man moderately imaginative, of slow faculties and deep feelings, "a captain of a small trading vessel, for example, who, being past the middle age of life, had retired upon an annuity, or small independent income, to some village or 10 country town of which he was not a native, or in which he had not been accustomed to live. Such men having nothing to do become credulous and talkative from indolence.” But in a poem, still more in a lyric poem (and the NURSE in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet alone prevents me from extending 15 the remark even to dramatic poetry, if indeed the Nurse itself can be deemed altogether a case in point) it is not possible to imitate truly a dull and garrulous discourser, without repeating the effects of dullness and garrulity. However this may be, I dare assert, that the parts (and these form the 20 far larger portion of the whole) which might as well or still better have proceeded from the poet's own imagination, and have been spoken in his own character, are those which have given, and which will continue to give, universal delight; and that the passages exclusively appropriate to the sup- 25 posed narrator, such as the last couplet of the third stanza; the seven last lines of the tenth; † and the five following *I've measured it from side to side; "Nay, rack your brain-'tis all in vain, Perhaps when you are at the place, * stanzas, with the exception of the four admirable lines at 'Tis now some two-and-twenty years And they had fix'd the wedding-day, Had sworn another oath; And, with this other maid, to church Poor Martha! on that woeful day Into her soul was sent ; A fire was kindled in her breast, 'Tis said a child was in her womb, As now to any eye was plain; She was with child, and she was mad; From her exceeding pain. Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather Last Christmas when we talked of this, And, when at last her time drew near, prejudiced and unsophisticated hearts, as sudden and unpleasant sinkings from the height to which the poet had previously lifted them, and to which he again re-elevates both himself and his reader. If then I am compelled to doubt the theory, by which 5 the choice of characters was to be directed, not only à priori, from grounds of reason, but both from the few instances in which the poet himself need be supposed to have been governed by it, and from the comparative inferiority of those instances; still more must I hesitate in my assent to 10 the sentence which immediately follows the former citation; and which I can neither admit as particular fact, or as general rule. "The language too of these men is adopted (purified indeed from what appear to be its real defects, from all lasting and rational causes of dislike or disgust) because 15 such men hourly communicate with the best objects from which the best part of language is originally derived; and because, from their rank in society and the sameness and narrow circle of their intercourse, being less under the action of social vanity, they convey their feelings and notions in 20 simple and unelaborated expressions." To this I reply; that a rustic's language, purified from all provincialism and grossness, and so far reconstructed as to be made consistent with the rules of grammar (which are in essence no other than the laws of universal logic, applied to psychological materials) 25 will not differ from the language of any other man of com No more I know, I wish I did, There's no one knows, as I have said: That Martha Ray about this time |