Sidor som bilder
PDF
ePub

choly enthusiasm as he goes. See the Secchia | Already in the streets the stir grows loud Rapita: canto 5. st. 43. &c. and cauto 7, Of expectation and a bustling crowd. st. 29. &c. With feet and voice the gathering hum contends,

Chaucer studied the poets of Italy: Shakspeare made their tales the foundation of some of his noblest efforts. Mr. H. treads in their steps. Perhaps there never was a more splendid opening than that of the present poem.

The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May
Round old Ravenna's clear-shewn towers and
bay,

A morn, the loveliest which the year has seen,
Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its green;
For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night,
Have left a sparkling welcome for the light,
And there's a crystal clearness all about;
The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out;
A balmy briskness comes upou the breeze;
The smoke goes dancing from the cottage
trees;

And when you listen, you may hear a coil
Of bubbling springs about the grassy soil;
And all the scene, in short-sky, earth and sea,
Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that laughs
out openly.

The deep talk heaves, the ready laugh ascends;
Cal ings, and clapping doors, and curs unite,
And shouts from mere exuberance of delight,
And armed bands, 'making important way,
Gallaut and grave, the lords of holiday,
And nodding neighbours, greeting as they run,
And pilgrims, chanting in the morning sun.
With heaved-out tapestry the windows glow,
By lovely faces brought, that come and go;
T:ll, the work smoothed, and all the street
attired,

They take their seats, with upward gaze admired!

Some looking down, some forwards or aside,
As suits the conscious charm in which they
pride;

Some turning a trim waist, or o'er the flow
Of crimson cloths banging a hand of snow
But all with smiles prepared, and garlands
green,

And all with Buttering talk, impatient for the

scene.

The procession follows in proper order, most gallantly arranged, and "Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and spring brought before the eye of the reader in ing:

The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town;

While happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen;

And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay.

most vivid colours; but, unfortunately, the intended bridegroom instead of coming himself to fetch his bride, sends his brother; and the lady is too deeply impressed with his person and appearance. The poet shines in the distinctions he has contrived to mark, between the brothers.

Enough of this. Yet how shall I disclose
The weeping days that with the morning rose,
How bring the bitter disappointment in,—
The holy cheat, the virtue-binding sin,-
The shock, that told this lovely, trusting heart,

And well may all who can, come crowding That she had given, beyond all power to part, there,

If peace returning, and processions rare,
And to crown all, a marriage in May weather,
Have aught to bring enjoying hearts together;
For on this sparkling day, Ravenna's pride,
The daughter of their prince becomes a bride,
A bride, to crown the comfort of the land:
And he, whose victories have obtained her
haud,

Has taken with the dawn, so flies report,
His promised journey to the expecting court
With hasting pomp,and squires of high degree,
The bold Giovanni, lord of Rimini.

Her hope, belief, love, passion, to one brother,
Possession (oh, the misery!) to another!
Some likeness was there 'twixt the two, an air
At times, a cheek, a colour of the hair,
A tone, when speaking of indifferent things;
Nor by the scale of common measurings,
Would you say more perhaps, than that the one
Was more robust, the other finelier spun;
That of the two, Giovanni was the graver,
Paulo the livelier, and the more in favour.
Some tastes there were indeed, that, would
prefer

Giovanni's countenance as the martialler;

And 'twas a soldier's truly, if an eye
Ardent and cool at once, drawn back and high,
An eagle's nose, and a determined lip,
Were the best marks of manly soldiership.
Paulo's was fashioned in a different mould,
And finer still, I think, for though 'twas bold,
When bolduess was required, and could put on
A glowing frown, as if an angel shone,
Yet there was nothing in it one might call
A st mp exclusive, or professional,-
No courtier's face, and yet its smile was ready,
No scholar's, yet its look was deep and steady,
No soldier's, for its power was all of mind,
Too true for violence, and too refined.

A graceful nose was his, lightsomely brought
I own from a forehead of clear-spirited thought,
Wisdom looked sweet and inward from his eye;
And round his mouth was sensibility:-
It was a face, in short, seemed made to shew
How far the genuine flesh and blood could go;
A morning glass of unaffected nature,—
Something, that baffled every pompous fea-
ture,-

The visage of a glorious human creature.

The worst of Prince Giovanni, as his bride
Too quickly found, was an ill-tempered pride.
Bold, handsome, able if he chose to please,
Punctual and right in common offices,
He lost the sight of conduct's only worth,
The scattering smiles on this uneasy earth,
And on the strength of virtues of small weight,
Claimed tow'rds himself the exercise of great.
He kept no reckoning with his sweets and
sours;-

He'd hold a sullen countenance for hours,
And then, if pleased to cheer himself a space,
Look for the immediate rapture in your face,
And wonder that a cloud could still be there,
How small soever, when his own was fair.
Yet such is conscience, so designed to keep
Steru, central watch, though all things else go
sleep,

And so much knowledge of one's self there lies
Cored, after all, in our complacencies,

And so he made, 'twixt virtue and defect,
A sort of fierce demand on your respect,
Which, if assisted by his high degree,
It gave him in some eyes a dignity,
And struck a meaner deference in the many,
Left him, at last, unloveable with any.

The reader easily anticipates the event: the bride, after long struggling with her pride, her honour and duty, suffered the image of Paulo, her husband's brother, to occupy her mind; and Paulo, on his side, could not refrain from deeply drinking the empoisoned bowl of delight, by meditating too often, and too long, on the charms and accomplishments to which he had been married as a proxy. At length accident, says the history, brought about a mutual acknowledgment, fatal to their peace.

In an enchanting pavilion in the garden
Francesca was reading

'Twas Launcelot of the Lake, a bright romance,
That like a trumpet, made young pulses dance,
Yet had a softor uote that shook still more ;-
And here with growing interest in her reading,
The princess, doubly fixed, was now proceed-
ing.

Ready she sat with one hand to turn o'er

The leaf, to which her thoughts ran on before,
The other propping here with brow, and throw-
ing

Its ringlets out, under the skylight glowing,
So sat she fixed; and so observed was she
Of one, who at the door stood tenderly,-
Paulo, who from a window seeing her
Go strait across the lawn, and guessing where,
Ilad thought she was in tears, and found, that
day,

His usual efforts vain to keep away.

"May I come in ?" said he:—it made her start, That smiling voice;-she coloured, pressed her heart

A moment, as for breath, and then with free

That no suspicion would have touched him And usual toue said, "O yes,―certainly,"

more,

Than that of wanting on the generous score:
He would have whelmed you with a weight of
scorn,

Been proud at eve, inflexible at morn,
In short, ill-tempered for a week to come,
And all to strike that desperate e tror dumb.
Taste had he, in a word, for high-turned merit,
But not the patience, or the genial spirit;

There's apt to be, at conscious times like these,
Au affectation of a bright-eyed ease,
An air of something quite serene and sure,
As if to seem so, was to be, secure:
With this the lovers met, with this they spoke,
With this they sat down to the self-same book,
And Paulo, by degrees, gently embraced
With one permitted arm her lovely waist;
And both their cheeks, like peaches on a tree,

Leaned with a touch together, thrillingly;
And o'er the book they hung, and nothing said.
And every lingering page grew longer as they

read.

As thus they sat, and felt with leaps of heart
Their colour change, they came upon the part
Where fond Geneura, with her flame long nurt,
Smiled upon Launcelot when he kissed her
first:

That touch, at last, through every fibre slid;
And Paulo turned, scarce knowing what he
did,

Only he felt he could no more dissemble,

And kissed her, mouth to mouth, all in a tremble.

Sad were those hearts, and sweet was that long kiss:

Sacred be love from sight, whate'er it is.

The world was all forgot, the struggle o'er,
Desperate the joy.-That day they read no

more.

"My master bade me say then," resumed be,
"That he spoke firmly, when he told it me,-
"That I was also, madam, to your ear
"Firmly to speak, and you firmly to hear,-
"That he was forced this day, whether or no,
"To combat with the prince; and that although
"His noble brother was no fratricide,
"Yet in that fight, and on his sword, he died."

"I understand," with firmness answered she;
More low in voice, but still composedly.
"Now, Tristan, faithful friend, leave me ; and
take

"This trifle here, and keep it for my sake."
So saying, from the curtains she put forth
Her thin white hand, that wore a ring of
worth;

And he, with tears no longer to be kept
From quenching his heart's thirst, silently
wept,

And kneeling took the ring, and touched her
hand,

To either streaming eye, with homage bland,
And looking on it once, gently up started,
And, in his reverent stillness, so departed.
Her favorite lady then with the old nurse
Returned, and fearing she must now be worse,
Gently withdrew the curtains, and looked in ;
0, who that feels one godlike spark within,
Shall say that earthly suffering cancels not

A few words, dropped in her sleep, reveals to her husband what had passed to his dishonour; he calls his brother to account, fights with him, and Paulo, in desperation, rushes on his sword. The conflict between the brothers is not the happiest effort of Mr. H's poetry: possibly be could not do otherwise than he has done; for, he was bound to end his tale, in some degree consistently with history, and of course tragically. But, the death of Francesca, is very masterly and here the spirit of the Poem ends. Before the fight Paulo commissioned his squire with a message to the lady. He is admitted into her cham-She ceased, and turning slowly towards the

ber:

frail sin!

There lay she praying, upwardly intent,
Like a fair statue on a monument,
With her two trembling hands together prest,
Palm against palm, and pointing from her
breast,

wall,

"Who's there?" said that sweet voice, kindly They saw her tremble sharply, feet aud all,

and clear,

Which in its stronger days was joy to hear; Its weakness now almost deprived the squire Of his new firmness, but approaching nigher, "Madam," said he, " 'tis I; one who may say, He loves his friends more than himself today;

"Tristan.”—She paused a little, and then said "Tristan-my friend, what noise thus haunts my head?

Something I'm sure has happened-tell me what

"I can bear all, though you may fancy not." "Madam," replied the squire, "you are I

know,

All sweetness-pardon me for saying so.

Then suddenly be still. Near and more near
They bent with pale inquiry aud close ear ;- •
Her eyes were shut, no motion, not a breath,
The gentle sufferer was at peace in death.

The reader will now judge whether we are not justified in ranking Mr. Hunt high among our original poets. We presume, also, that the blemishes we have hinted at cannot have escaped observation; and we desire earnestly that a man of such talents would consider whether it were not infinitely to his advantage in every respect, not to awake the mind to poetry only, but to virtue also, not merely to delight the world, but to improve it.

doubt, but what knowledge is of late greatly extended, and greatly enforced, it is not only enjoyed by an increasing

A Solemn Review of the Custom of War; shewing, that War is the effect of Popular Delusion, and proposing a Remedy.number of persons, but those who enjoy Svo. pp. 24. Printed in America, at it are more deeply impressed with a sense Hartford; reprinted at the County of its power and office. We have done Press, Ipswich. 1816.

We are such determinate friends to

Peace, that we think nothing of the inconvenience of repeating a subject, to which we had given a place in our last number. That sentence in the title-page "proposing a remedy," instantly drew our attention; and we sought with great diligence for this operative principle, which we shall submit, in the writer's own terms, to our readers:

Is is not possible to form powerful Peace societies, in every nation of Christendom, whose object shall be, to support govern ment, and secure the nation from war?

In such s cieties we may hope to engage every true minister of the Prince of Peace, and every Christian who possesses the temper of his inaster. In this number would be included a large portion of important civil characters.

Having formed societies for this purpose, let the contributions be liberal, in some measure corresponding with the magnitude and importance of the object. Let these be judiciously appropriated to the purpose of diffusing light, and the spirit of peace, in every direction, and for exciting a just abhorrence of war in every breast.

Let printing presses be established in sufficient numbers to fill every land with newspapers, tracts, and periodical works, adapted to the pacific design of the societies. Let these alt be calculated for the support and encouragement of good rulers, and for the cultivation of a mild and pacific temper among every class of citizens.

The object would be so perfectly harmonious with the spirit, the design, and the glory of the gospel, that it might be frequently the subject of discussion in the pulpit; the subject of Sabbath and every day conversation, and be introduced into our daily prayers to God, whether in public or private.

Another means of advancing the object, deserves particular consideration; namely, early education. This grand object should have a place in every plan of education, in families, common schools, academies, and universities.

On Knowledge then, in its principle, in its power, this writer depends for the success of his plan. There can be no Vol. IV. LIT. PÂN. 24. N.$. SEPT. 1816.

our part to promote knowledge; and we so far agree with the worthy writer, of great good does not at present exist. as to believe that a more potent engine Whether his hopes are well founded, that in a century from this time. the na tions of Christendom may consider hu light that they now view the ancient saman sacrifices made by war in the same crifices to Moloch is another question. History affords us no clue to guide our researches, or to justify such anticipa tions on the subject; and, to say truth, we should build more on the severity of present sufferings, than on principles so theoretic. Says our author:

I have till now avoided the mention of calculated to excite party feelings. But as our present war, that nothing should appear the present calamity is severely felt. I must favour the present object. If our distresses be permitted to hope, that the affliction will may be the occasion of opening the eyes of this people, to see the delusions of war in general, and of exciting them to suitable exertions to prevent a return of such a calamity, an important benefit may result not only to posterity, but to the world. For if suitable exertions be made in this country, the influit will cross the ocean, and find its way into ence will not be bounded by the Atlantic; the Bible Societies, and other religious societies in Great Britain, and on the continents of Europe, Asia, and Africa. Nor will it be many years before it will find access to the houses of legislation and the palaces of kings.

If report may be credited, America will soon declare how far she coincides in the precepts of this writer, and some others, who, with the best intentions, labour in the same cause. In the mean while, the following observations demand the consideration of our countrymen ; time will shew whether this man of peace has been gifted with the spirit of prophecy.

And

The depravity occasioned by war, is not gains ground in a nation during a war. confined to the army. Every species of vice when a war is brought to a close, seldom, perhaps, does a community return to its for

2 L

We

mer standard of morals. In time of peace, | are often many ages 'ere they reach that vice and irreligion generally retain the ground simplicity by which the learner is most they acquired by war. As every war augments profited. Only masters are qualified to the amount of national depravity, so it pro-write elementary treatises; and nobody portionably increases the dangers and misewill doubt Dr. Gregory's abilities for the ries of society. subject he has here undertaken. shall give the Dr. leave to speak the commendation of his work, in his own terms. We cannot take upon us to pronounce on the correctness of his theorems, by attentively working them. Half a century ago they might have been acceptable; but, in A. D. 1816!the Dr.

It has been suggested by a friend, that there is an exception to this account; thatGreat Britain has been engaged in war the greater part of the time for a century, and that probably the moral and religious character of the nation has been improved during that period.

Admitting the correctness of this statement, it amounts to no more than one exception from a general rule; and this one may be accounted for, on the ground of singular facts.

1. The island of Great Britain has not been the seat of war for a long course of years. The wars of that nation have been carried on abroad; and their army and navy have had little intercourse with the population at home. This mode of warfare has tended to remove from their own country the corrupting influence of military camps. Had their island been the seat of war for eighty years out of a hundred the effects would, in a great measure, have been reversed. But,

ters.

-Let us hear

In the composition of the work I have freely availed myself of all such matter as was likely to answer my purpose, especially in the productions of foreign mathemati cians. The plan and method are of course my own: the materials have been collected, almost of necessity, from all quarwhich will occur in different parts of In addition to the acknowledgments this little volume, it would be unjust not to say here, that the theory of projections, the general problem in reference to dialling, and tions for the variations of triangles, are taken the comprehensive table of differential equa simply, with such alterations as fitted them better for general usefulness, from the Chevalier Delambre's admirable Treatise on Astronomy, in three volumes quarto. transferring such curious and valuable matter from an expensive treatise in a foreign language, into a cheap volume in our own, will not I hope be regarded as performing a After all, we are perhaps not very ade-trifling service to the English student. quate judges of the present depravity in that pation. Their army and navy may still be considered in estimating the amount of national depravity, as well as of population. Let these return home, be disbanded, and mixed with the general mass of citizens; what then would be the moral state of society in Great

2. There have been, within twenty years, singular efforts in that nation, which have had a tendency to counteract the moral influence of war. Their Missionary societies, their Bible Societies, and a vast number of religious, moral, and charitable institutions, must have had a powerful and favourable in fluence on the character of the nation. By these, and not by wars, the moral state of the nation has been improved.

Britain?

Elements of Plane and Spherical Trigonometry; with their Application to Heights and Distances, &c. By Olinthus Gregory, LL.D. of the Royal Military Academy. 12mo. Baldwin and Co. London. 1816.

Science is rendered easy by the continued labours of masters to facilitate and to abridge the processes by which it is reduced to practice; and elaborate sciences, which require effort of mind,

The

I am aware that there are some persons, into whose hands this work may fall, whe will not approve it as they would have doire had the demonstrations been exclusively geometrical. This is in consequence of a prejudice against the analytical processes, most singularly cherished in a country where the modern analysis has received some of its most valuable improvements; a prejudice which, though it is rapidly weakening, still retains its hold upon the minds of several

respectable mathematicians; and on account of which it may be expedient to assign some of the reasons that have induced me to apvolume as I have done to the analytical or propriate so large a portion of the following algebraical mode of deducing properties

and theorems.

These reasons the Dr. accordingly states; but we cannot follow his arguments; they will be attentively considered and fallowed their due force, by practical men.

« FöregåendeFortsätt »