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The loveliest flower in Nou-che-mal,
Pirouz then claims Allan as her prisoner. It
seems that she has been promised the throne of "To the shades of the orange, and myrtle, and clove,
Nou-che-mal by Nym-gul-nair, the reigning queen, Where the golden-winged bee and the butterfly rove, who will abdicate in her favor as soon as she finds And the birds trill out their joyous lays
a young mortal fool enough to take “the nectar" In mingling songs of love and praise,
which Allen has imbibed. We suppose the fruit For this beautiful fruit with leaves so green,
was a nectarine. Delighted in her success, she An offering to Nou-che-mal's beauuful queen,
hurries off with Allan down the river, the two boats I have come, I have come.
making a little regatta " along their watery way.” " How happy will be onr Nym-gul-nair,
They arrive soon at a whirlpool, which Pirouz Nou-che-mal's queen, so lovely, so fair,
tells Allan is the way that leads to her “ palaces When on ber head I place the wreath
and festal halls." Allan does not like such a moist Of orange boughs, that grew beneath The clear blue skies of this land of bliss !
entrée and prepares for a manly resistance, when Oh! 'tis for a modest crown like this
(as he tells us) I have come, I have come.”
“One stifled scream, We confess we can see nothing so seductive in
The effort of expiring breath,
Awoke me from that fearful dream !" this song of the Syren as to induce any apprehensions for our hero. It is obviously an imitation of No doubt the young gentleman felt relieved. Upon the Feast of Roses in Lalla Rookt., and the last waking up his hero, we might reasonably expect line especially is suggested by “It is this, it is that Mr. Farmer should show some little regard this." The names of the province and the queen for the unities and come down from his fairy-flight are scraps from Byron and Moore and seem to be to the inhabitants of this dull earth. But the first made up of Gulnare and Nourmahal.
thing that Allan sees on the margin of the StaunThe echo of the song dies away, and Allan, look- ton river, by the light of the moon, is his friend ing op, sees a little green boat containing Pirouz, Pirouz, in flesh and blood, who bends over him in to whom we are now formally introduced. She is, a very familiar and affectionate manner, places her of course, an angelic creature, with no superfluity lips to his own and gives of clothing, as we may infer from the following
“- one burning kiss, description,
Affection's own peculiar bliss."
Here Mr. Farmer descants on beauty, and we
recommend the following statement to all who have
“E'en simple Beauty's self possesses The overhanging houghs which spread
In her dark eye the magnet stone,
Whose soft attracting power alone,
Its willing victim dooms or blesses ;
And how much more the light that flashes
Electric-like beneath the lashes
Of Beauty's eyes, when Beauty's form
Is more than mortal-half divinesessed with his appearance, accosted him in a very Whose every glance doth chill or warm Western style of salutation;
The life-blood at the heart, and twine
Around us mystic wreaths of love, Stranger,' she said, in accents bland,
More fadeless, lasting and secure, • Whence comest thou, and what to seek ?
Than mortal Beauty ever wove
From all her blooring, transient store !”
Will somebody tell us where the verb is, that the Five questions in a breath! Allan, to do him jus- substantive " light,” in the 5th line, should govern ? tice, stood this cross-examination very well, and as as the sentence runs, the poor widowed condisoon as Pirouz would permit him to proceed, gave tion of " light," without its partner, excites our deepber full and satisfactory answers.
est commiseration. explains that she comes from fairy-land, and pluck
But to our narrative. Pirouz grows more and ing from a neighboring tree a fruit of tempting hue,
more tender, and at last throws her arm around like Ese in the garden of Eden, gave it to Allan, Allan's waist and they leap together from the high who, like a genuine son of Adam, ate it, and feel. precipice, down into the Staunton river. Saping intoxicated by its influence, forth with pressed pho leaped into the Ionian sea and never rose Pirouz to his bosom,
again to the surface, but our lovers, more for"With many a kiss
Lunate than the Lesbian maid, dropped unhurt into Of passionate and fervid zest."
a skiff made of. sea-weed. Where the sea-weed
came from or whether it is a good material for
“ As laws profane the Deity." boat-building, we shall not stop to enquire. We
Mr. Farmer is a lawyer, and is, doubtless, in the must follow our lovers down the river, where
habit of having oaths administered. We are there. Allan hears the song of the Nightingale and sees
fore fair acacia trees and orange groves.
sorry to see that he considers it a blasphemous
ceremony. speeds on through a glancing lake where “briny meteors” are seen in its wake; an allusion we sup: the hand of Pirouz, but she bids him forbear.
After the coronation, Allan kneels and kisses pose to the phosporescence of the sea, which would be very pretty if the boat had been on Chesapeake
“Nay, I preser Bay. We must not forget, however, that all this
Thy kisses should not wasted be salt water and these aromatics and tropical fruits
On lipless hand, or bended knee :" are on the Staunton river.
We italicise the line to show how little Mr. Far. At last they reach a bold mountain, around the top of which airy forms, “like cherubs fair,” are
mer cares for grammatical construction. The are seen flitting and guarding the Spring of Plea- meaning of the passage is clear enough, but it
makes Pirouz ask Allan not to kiss her knees, a sure. It would really be worth a trip to the Slaun. ton river to witness this remarkable spectacle. We most unprecedented, though certainly not an un
reasonable request. have occasionally seen cherubs of muslio and pink
But we must pass on.
Pirouz and Allan enjoy ribbon in the corps de ballet, performing impossible
the honey-moon in this subterranean paradise. He flights on invisible wire, but rustic cherubs, actual
is invested with regal prerogative (how far in conresidents of the county of Halifax or Charlotte we
flict with the State jurisdiction of Virginia, we are should be pleased, for the novelty of the thing, to
not informed) and every wish of his heart is gratinumber among our acquaintance.
fied. But PirouZ imposes upon him one law. But to proceed. Allan loquitur.
There is a certain tree, the fruit of which he must “These vague conjectures scarcely crossed
not touch, under penalty of immediate banishment My brain, ere through a fissure passed
from her presence. We think we have read someOur barque, and 1, in darkness lost, Upon the world had looked my last.”.
thing like this before. It occurs to us that the first (Here, let us say in parenthesis, we have a spe- ture. But we make no imputation of plagiarism :
law ever given to man was very much of this nacimen of Mr. Farmer's unlucky divisions into verse. We merely suggest the resemblance. It seems as if he had counted off his eight sylla
Pirouz soon becomes oppressed with a presentibles and then stopped, without regard to the ar
ment of evil and a fear that their loves will soon rangement of substantive and verb. Not unfre- be cruelly dissolved, and goes off to kiss the spot quently a trifling auxiliary or an insignificant pre- where she first met her lover, as the best method position is made to occupy the place of last syllable of averting the blow. Allan wishes to go with in the line. In the present instance, there are, with her, but to this she will not consent, and his indeed, two important verbs in this position, but
feeling of loneliness, after her departure, is thus they are so disjoined from their immediate con
described : nexions as to render the verse most unmusical, and to remind us in part of those ingenious diversions “How dull, insipid, is the hall, of Mr. Canning, in which he represents his hero as
Which late hath been the lighted scene
Of merriment and festival, doomed to starve on water gru.
When silence reigns where mirth hath been, el, never more to see the U.
And here and there, around the room, niversity of Gottingen.)
Lie crushed and witbered wreaths that speak
Of blushes spent, and wasted bloom The barque, on issuing again from the fissure, From many a lovely maiden's cheek! glides into a gorgeous and magnificent grotto or Who hath not felt--when lingering there, cave, resplendent with gems and gold, and sur
The last of jocund revellers left, passing all the enchantments of the Arabian tale.
Like one of his last joy bereft—". We are not aware of the existence of any such
Our readers will readily remark the similarity of cavern on the Staunton river, but let us not restrict this to Mr. Moore's sweet little verse, Mr. Farmer to geographical accuracy. Allan is, of course, transported by the beauty and dazzling I feel like one, who treads alone, splendors that surround him, when Pirouz tells
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlauds dead, him to make himself very much at home, as it all
And all but he departed. belongs to him, as her husband. She then crowns him “Sovereign Lord of Nou-che-mal,” and the Allan to console himself lies down under the forliule subjects of fairy-land kneel around him and bidden tree and goes to sleep, (Mr. Farmer is fatake the oath of allegiance, kissing their hands, by mous for putting people to sleep,) has the nightway of a solemnity, and not the "sacred book," mare and wakes up, (where do you think, gentle reader !) on the very rock spoken of in the open-| broken Agnes, after lingering many years on the ing of the story, holding in his hand
banks of Staunton River, (quis talia fando, tempe
ret a lachymis,) at last drowns herself beneath its "The poisonous fruit of fairy-land That grew a thousard leagues away."
rushing tide. Thus ends, gentle reader, the sad
story of the “Fairy of the Stream.” And thus is Three thousand miles! Think of that, Master described the scenery of Virginia ! Brooke! Allan and Pirouz had, but a short time The next poem of Mr. Farmer's is entitled " Albefore, travelled it in a few hours in a sea-weed ceste.” It is sung by a wandering harper, in the skiff, and now it is far, far away, and the Staunton presence of the renowned Bobadil el Chico, the river is a thousand leagues in length. Mr. Farmer last of the Moors, within the gates of his palace. must excuse us, but we don't believe a word of it. We have not room to give anything more than a
Allan had placked the forbidden fruit and was mere abstract of this extraordinary performance. visited with the curse. The curse is ushered in It is a dream, of course, and we would recommend with italics and a note of admiration, and we are Mr. Farmer, in his next edition, to prefix to it as to be duly impressed with its awful import. Allan a motto, the words of Bottom the weaver, “I will bitterly laments his face and thinks it a hard case get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream ; that he should be esiled from his empire, because it shall be called Bottom's dream, because it bath in an unconscious moment he had disobeyed the no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a commands of his queen. He then relates how to play before the duke.” The thread is as followsoothe his mental inquietude, he went abroad and eth : Heber, a young man of whose nativity we travelled for a year, without forgetting his Pirouz, are ignorant, goes to Persia to seek an eastern how, returning to his native village, he
bride. Upon reaching his destination, he apos
trophizes the “ bright spirit of the starry skies” Never told his love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
and tells the spirit that he has come from his naPrey on bis damask cheek,
“ To this far isle to lay my head, and that to Agnes alone, had he ever revealed it.
Heart-broken in a stranger's tomb." We are afraid that our readers, in the many in
A “heart-broken head" is what we never heard iricacies of Allan's story, have forgotten all about poor Agnes, who was compelled to play the "elo- of before, but as we said, “ Alceste” is an extraquent listener” on the banks of Staunton River. ordinary poem. Heber goes to sleep and dreams Mr. Farmer now recurs to her in the “ Epilogue,”
abort Venice and a radiant maiden kneeling before where Allan reminds Agnes how he wooed and the image of the Virgin, and the rites of Catholic won her,
worship, and waking up, suddenly changes his mind
about an eastern bride, and starts off for Venice * In that embowered solitude,
instanter. Arriving there, he finds the maiden of Where every night the lone bulbul Was wont to trill its mellow notes,"
his dream at the altar praying to be rescued from
a compulsory marriage, which is to take place on and then, declaring that he had told her all, winds the morrow. He walks up the aisle and interupt
ing her orisons, (though he had never seen her beAnd now for the Sequel. 'Tis sunset. Allan fore except in a vision,) and exclaiming
" at last, and Agnes sit musingly together. But a “dread at last!" " he pressed his bride." Alceste, for of unknown evil" darkens up the brow of Allan, this is her name, consents to be his bride, and and the bright particular star that beamed gently to avoid the opposition of her family, they jump on his love seems to have paled in the sky. He into a boat with a single oar and put off for Persia communicates his fears to Agnes.
over the Adriatic sea. Since the three wise men "And as he spoke, the star was hurled
of Gotham went to sea in a bowl, we do not recolBlood-red and flaming, down the heaven,
lect so adventurous a voyage.
Mr. Farmer does A stricken and a blasted world,
not tell us anything of their passage, whether storTo chaos from its orbit driven."
my or prosperous, but transports us at once to PerWithout venturing to dispute the astronomical sia, where they live in a white-walled cottage and fact which is here set forth, we should like to know practise a religious observance of the Catholic
forins of worship. where the chaos was to which the planet was hurled? Possibly among the Nebula.
“ Nor rose nor myrtle, when it dies The plot thickens. To the astonishment of Allan Beneath the sun when rudely torn, and Agnes, Pirouz appears in her skiff, and after
E'er ball so rich incense exhales delivering a long and somewhat pompous oration,
Upon the evening's sighing gales,
As from that altar upward borne, carries off Allan by the magic influence of her
To meet acceptance in the skies wand. Allan, Mr. Farmer tells us, was never Did then so gently, sweetly rise, been or heard of more, and the poor, deserted, heart- In prayer's half-uttered, faltering tone."
up the story
What was it that "did then so gently, sweetly | sia, and that his muse may bring herself down to rise?” Can any body tell ?
good English. The book may be had at all the The course of true love never did run smooth, bookstores of our city. however, and ere long the Venetian lover, who was espoused to Alceste, comes to their cottage in the
The PoeticaL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS; OR THE PILdisguise of a monk, and tells a cock-and-bull story
GRIMAGE OF Love. By Thoinas Miller. New York. of having been exiled from Thessaly, (the last J. C. Riker. 1848. place in the world that he ought to have mentioned Flower-books are among the most popular of literary to give probability to his tale,) on account of his gifts; and some of them from the judicious poetical selecreligious opinions. Then he draws his sword upon with the exception, however, of Nature's Gems-a splen
lions are well calculated to advance the cause of good laste, Heber, who, being on his guard, gives him a death, did quarto published two or three years since hy D. Applewound. The disguised monk, however, as he lies ton & Co.,—we do not recall any specimen of this species upon the floor, contrives to stab Alceste, and so of book, which in an artistic point of view is not more or they die away together in a very burnt-cork and less objectionable. In this respect, the volume above named melo-dramatic sort of fashion. Heber then tells deserves high praise. The flowers are admirably executed Boabdil el Chico that ever since the fatal hour, he binding are superb ; while the text is far superior to the or
and colored by hand, by Ackerman. The typography and has wandered harp in hand, through many climes, dinary contents of similar works. All readers of taste ropouring on the breeze his tale of wo, and, in his incide in admiration of the poetical Basket-maker. His wanderings, has reached the Moorish palace. genuine moral taste and pure morality have made his books
Boabdil el Chico is disgusted with the poem and for the young and more elaborate writings deservedly popu. his comments thereupon are the very best criticism lar. In the present instance we note the same excellenthat could be adduced. Fadladeen himself never These attractions are enhanced by a brief, but pertineni
cies, accompanied by a richer vein of poetical moraliziog. gave a nicer opinion.
introduction from the pen of Mrs. Oakes Smith, the Amer. "And you call this poetry-and moreover presume to of- ican editor of the volume. fend the ears of Boabdil El Chico with such balderdash! Why, my valet here can compose better rhymes, and may- The MIDDLE KINGDOM; A Survey of the Geography, For hap sing them too. Out upon thee !” cried the ungenerous
ernment, Education, Social Life, Arts, Religion, $c., wher monarch. Then calling to the guard—“ Take him to prison
Chinese Empire and its Inhabitants. By s. Wells Wil.
liams. In Two Vols. New York and London. Wiley that his head as well as his harp may be confiscated."
& Putnam. 1848. The "other poems" of the volume consist of To an imaginative reader, the Chinese characters upon “Ki-tum-te-wa, or the Phantom Horseman," which the yellow covers of these bandsome volumes suggest a we pass over, and several fugitive pieces, soine of mysterious attraction and revive all the strange anecdotes
once current, of the stationary civilization and secret dithem really very pretty, under the title of “ Twi- plomacy of the Eastern empire. A glance at the interior light Hours” and “ Heart-Whispers.” We wish will prove not less gratifying to the lover of accurate inforwe had room, in justice to Mr. Farmer, to insert mation. Our limits forbid an analysis of the contents ; but “Love's Choice," which is far the best thing we we assure our readers that the study and observation of have seen from his pen.
twelve years is concentrated, as it were, into a result cred. The book closes with a piece of silliness, worthy
itable alike to the industry and care of the author. The
scope of the work is indicated by the title. The manner in of its opening. It is called “ Heart-Whisper, No. which it is executed indicates that no expense has been IV."
spared. A new map of the Empire is arranged and there are numerous graphic illustrations, principally engraved by
J. W. Orr. The enterprising publishers bare not issued, “ A little flow'ret, sweet and fair,
among their many standard volumes, a work of its kind Once in a quiet valley grew :
more intrinsically valuable and thoroughly prepared. We 'Twas nurtured by the fragrant air,
commend it to our readers with the utmost confidence.
A TREATISE ON THE LAW OF COPYRIGHT, &c., &c., &e
with some notices of the History of Literary Property. But in a dark, ill-fated hour,
By George Ticknor Curtis, Counsellor at Law. Boston:
Charles C. Little and James Brown. 1847.
A very useful volume from the pen of a lawyer, whose
aim has been to present a condensed exposition of the law I heard a little lamb cry ba !
as it obtains on the subject of copyrighi in books, dra
natic and musical compositions, letters and other mano. The poor little flow'ret died and (oh disastrous scripts, engravings and sculpture" both in England and
America. Apart from its intrinsic merit, as a contributioa fate!) never bloomed again! The Italics are Mr. to legal science, we do not know when we have seen a Farmer's. All we can say to this is, what Sam more interesting book, and we do not hesitate, therefore, to
say that it should be read not only by the profession and Weller told Mr. Winkle, when that gentleman com-line fraternity of authors, but by every man who would plained that the ice was slippery, “ Not a wery un- keep up with the enduring and respectable literature of the
e. The notes to the volume especially are full of agreeacommon thing, sir.”
ble reading and acceptable information. We cannot close We now conclude our remarks with the hope this hasty notice without expressing our satisfaction at the that if Mr. Farmer should ever write another poem the usual brochures of Little and Brown,) which is grateful
very excellent style of publication, (quile in keeping with on Virginia scenery, it may say a little less of Per-'to the eye, in this day of bad printing.
PUBLISHED MONTHLY AT FIVE DOLLARS PER ANNUM-JNO. R. THOMPSON, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
RICHMOND, MARCH, 1848.
ature, perhaps the tastes and feelings of every sucANCIENT GREECE.
ceeding age, may be more easily imagined than
estimated, even by those conversant with her hisHER HISTORY AND LITERATURE. tory. But though it would be a difficult task to
trace out the influence thus exerted, still it will In publisbing the following clear and able view of Gre- ever be a pleasing and an instructive employment, cian History and Literature, we think it proper to express to turn for a while from the scenes of confusion our dissent from the author's opinion upon The Homeric and turmoil, of daring ambition and restless actiQuestion. We entertain the old belief, that Homer was
vity, that so strongly mark the outlines of the busy not a mere fanciful name, given by the Greeks to their per world in which we live, and calmly survey the insonified idea of epico-poetic excellence, but was a MAN, stitutions and the character of a people whose acprobably old and blind, who wrote, or at least composed, tions fill so large a space in the world's history. ibe liad and Odyssey-whoever may have written the
The character of a people is undoubtedly influCher poems attributed to him. Our author lays an ingenienced in a considerable degree by that of the counous foundation for his Theory about Homer, in an earlier try which they inhabit, but in a manner so general page of the article ; where, having stated as probable, that and indefinite, that its amount cannot easily be deDeucalion was but a symbol of the Flood, and that his son termined. The Geography of Greece is remarkHellen (from whom the Greeks were called Hellenes) was able in many respects.
Situated at the Southonly a “ personification of the tribe and intended by his Eastern verge of Europe, and almost equally acrelation to Deucalion to indicate that the commencement cessible to each of the three great continents of of the race dated back to the re-peopling of the earth;” he the eastern hemisphere, it occupied the great censays, " This method of interpretation” is “a key to much that
tre towards which the trade and commerce of the is otherwise mysterious and absurd in the fabulous genealo- ancient world tended, and from which the radiagies of antiquity. "By the application of this beautiful prin- tions of genius and knowledge extended in every ciple," adds he, "modern criticism has converted into au
direction. The limits of this country, called by thentie history, or at least rationally explained, many of its inhabitants Hellas, were never very accurately those wonderful legends,” &c. And again—“This ten- defined, but at farthest embraced a tract of small dency of the Greek character to personify the indefinite extent in comparison with that of most modern and to embody the ideal," *** "is strikingly exhibited
kingdoms. in their whole system of traditionary legends," &c.
It is remarkable for the great extent of its seaBy all this, the reader is well prepared to receive our coast in proportion to its whole area ; and if we author's closing remark upon the Homeric Question—that consider the clusters of islands in the Ægean, as "Homer and Hesiod will stand, each as the personification
properly forming a part of the same country, it is of a whole class of heroic bards.” Certainly, to our view, peculiarly distinguished in this respect from every no stracture ever had a more “ideal” basis. But no one other portion of the globe. can fail to be struck with the modesty, so characteristic of
It has been thought by some that the proportion true scholarship, that pervades our correspondent's discus
of sea-coast in any country is always connected sion of this question. He evidently but glances at the ar
with, and probably exercises a great influence over guments which are in his mind : and we should be grati
. the progress of civilization and the arts, as well fed, as doubtless our readers would, if he would present as the general developments of the genius and enthose arguments in a form, however, as brief and popular
terprise of its inhabitants; and if this theory be as he can, to suit the general taste and the dimensions of oor magazine. It seems to us easy to answer his reason
not altogether fanciful, we may look to this circumdrawn from the doubtful existence of alphabetical writing who dwelt in a land so strongly marked by this
stance as one index to the character of the people in Homer's time : but we do not wish to detain the reader.
peculiarity. [Ed. Mess.
But whilst thus noted for its general position, it « Vos exemplaria Graeca,
is no less so for its own internal features. In glanNocturna versate manu, versate diurna.”
cing at a map it will be seen that almost every disTo the student of ancient history, there is no trict is encircled by ranges of steep and lofty mounname that awakens so many thrilling associations tains, and thus separated from the others by natural as that of Greece.
barriers, broken occasionally by the abrupt defiles The influence of her institutions, her history, and narrow passes so celebrated both in the history her philosophy and her poetry in forming the liter- and the poetry of the inhabitants. It was doubt