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Now the rich stream of whiskey winds along, Hop the double-shuffling feet.

What makes ye now so blithe and frisky? Pure, unmingled, smooth, and strong,

Domingo comes,(19) with groaning waiter bowed ; | What is it but a taste of Whiskey? Through Scotia's rocks, and Albion's golden plain; Where'er he turns, beaux, belles their homage While old Allegany's mountain Now rolling o'er the Atlantic main,

pay ;

Rum and Cider breathed aronnd,
Puncheons, hogsheads, see they pour !

With arms sublime, that float above the crowd, At every village tapster's fountain
Our wharves and little boys rebellow to the roar.(8) In melting state he wins his greasy way; Murmured deep a grumbling sound;

His dewy cheek, and heaving bosom, lave Till Usquebagh, in Ireland's rebel day,
I. 2.

Rich steams of whiskey punch, and chocolate's Left her green turf-bed for our western plains ; (9) Oh sovereign of the mighty bowl!

purple wave.

Alike she walks smooth miles of turnpike way, Parent of bliss, in palace or in cot,

And stumpy roads, that crack the creaking Enchanting Punch! the sullen Scot,

II. 1.

wains.(27) And frantic Irish, feel thy soft control.

(20)Man's thirsty race—what ails ye so? When all the West had drunk of her by tons, In Britain's ports, her men of war

Rheum, Asthma, Vertigo, the fevered brain She sought, oh Boston ! last thy supper-loving sons. Lie all sheer hulks ; each jovial tar

Cholic, Dyspepsia's ghastly train,
Has filled his thirsty can at thy command.
And Gout, sad torment of the crimson toe!

III. 1.
Mantling in the sceptred hand

These cursed complaints, oh Punch! remove, (28)Far from the Main-street's clattering way, Of George, (10) thy magic lulls the beastly king:(11) And justify the drops I love.

To a snug Court our little Club had strayed,
His mane nor shakes, nor tail doth swing, Say, was it pressed in vain, Rye's heavenly juice ? | What time, where W******* Place was laid,
Quenched in thick fumes of Usquebagh
Oporto's blood, Madeira's yellow dews,

To him the Secretary did display
The thunder of his growl, and lightning of his The white-topped host, and India's dusky hoard, A three quart bowl; the dauntless child
paw.(12)
Are given to range the dreary board,

Stretched forth his thirty arms and smiled;
I. 3.
Till through the folding doors (my soul!)

“Come take a drop," said he," the summer rose
Old 'Mingo's march I spy, and whiskey's smoking Shall richly paint thy blossomed nose;-
(13) Thee, cotillion sets delight,

bowl.(21)

Thine too these cellar keys, my jolly boy ;
Hooting at thy misty flight. (14)
Chauncey Place! thy russet green(15)

II. 2.

This can unlock Madeira's joy, The rosy Boston girls hast seen,

That show the way to all the sorts of beers, On Mrs ******'s night, (16)

(22)In climes beyond our Boston Thumb,(23) Or ope the sacred source of Whiskey's smiling With antic ***

* (17) and blue-eyed M****, Where shaggy forms(24) infest the Pittsburgh road, tears."(29)
Frisking round the whiskey basin;
Whiskey has got the upper hand of Rum,

III. 2.
To cheer the Pennsylvanian's dull abode.
Now dancing up, and now retreating,
Now in reeling troops they meet;
And oft, amid the odorous shade

(30) Club drained the bowl; then, full of airs, To Peter's elbow cadence beating, (18) Of New York's boundless cellars laid,

On toe of curiosity, She deigns to hear the tippling youth repeat, The secrets of the drink to spy, thus Amadis de Gaul was called the flower of chiv- Their

'lectioneering fights, and frisky loves. In good low Dutch, mellifluously sweet,

He passed the flaming bounds of kitchen stairs; alry. So, in modern times, Bob Logic says to Its track, where'er

the whiskey moves,

The boiling pot, the ruddy blaze,

Where cook-maids swelter while they gaze, Jerry, " That's the time of day, my flower.

Mirth, glee, pursue, and loud-resounding laughs,
Now rolling" &c.

He saw; but (blast it) would you think!
8.
Nothing can be more beautiful than these lines. Unconquerable thirst, and never-ending draughts.

He saw not how to mix the drink.
The impetuous language of the verse is admirably

But see! the Secretary's sumptuous hand
II. 3.

Has filled again, at Club's command, adapted to the rush of whiskey, leaping out of the

Two pitchers of etherial juice ; ship, by puncheons and hogsheads, as if exulting in (25) Woods that wave o'er far Kentuck'; the new found land of Liberty: The putting the Shores that brood the Canvass duck;

Their throats in fragrance clothed, and mirth-inwharves and the little boys that throng them on the Fields that Mississippi laves;

spiring dews. same footing, and making them both and equally Or where Obio's muddy waves

III. 3. rebellow to the roar of the whiskey casks, can Their sluggish way through snags and sawyers hardly be surpassed. It is a beautiful confusion of

suck,(26)

(31) Hark! the merry voices shoutmetaphors well worthy of the Hibernian lyre.

Bright-eyed Whiskey skips about, 9. Power of whiskey punch to calm the turbu

19. “Domingo comes.” Domingo Williams, Esą. Steam that breathes, and drops that bum.

Pouring from her vapoury um
lent sallies of the soul-particularly exemplified in 20. To dispel the real and imaginary ills of life But ah ! the drink is out-
the British character.
10. The celebrity of the Prince Regent's Punch dence that gave White-top and Black-top* to cause
whiskey was given to mankind, by the same Provi-

Oh cup divine! what high proof spirit
is well known even on this side of the Atlantic.

Fills thee now? Though it inherit
11. “The beastly king,” i. e. the king of beasts. It is a peculiarity of whiskey punch that it was
them. "My bane, my antidote, are both before me."

Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
or British lion. The passage is merely emblemat-
never known to produce any thing worse than the Ruling with supreme dominion

The Secretary's whiskey had,
ic, and contains no personal

allusion whatever.
12. “Quenched in thick fumes" &c.
vapours. The dreariness of the dinner-table during

O'er the liquor-loving lad,
the solemn circulation of the several kinds of wines Yet oft before Club's infant eyes shall run
Gray has
"Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie
is beautifully contrasted with the exultation that

Such punch as ***** knows to mix, or ****, The terrors of his beak and lightnings of his eye." lights up every visage at the entrance of whiskey. In orient drops, invigorate of fun;

21. This is very inferior to our poet's. “The lightning

Still shall it mount, and keep its distant way of his paw" is particularly expressive of the lion's

“Till through the folding doors, my eye! Beyond the limits of a vulgar slop, rapidity of motion, and the bringing together of

Old Mingo's march and smoking bowl I spy," Beneath the Secretary's far-but far above thunder and lightning by two figures in the same 22. Extensive influence of whiskey over the re

White-top: line, is a beautiful apposition.

motest and most uncivilized tracts of America; its 13. Introduction of whiskey into fashionable connexion with love and liberty; and the civil vir- a river. Sawyers are trees whose roots rest on the society, with its power of producing all the graces tues, and domestic pleasures, which naturally at-bottom, and whose limbs, being on the surface, of motion in the body. tend on it.

move up and down with the motion of a wood14. “ Hooting at thy misty flight” is an original 23. "Boston Thumb." See the Address, delivered sawyer. The sound in this line is eminently exline, peculiarly after the manner of Gray. "Misty on the first passage of the Boston and Roxbury pressive of the sense ; a sluggish stream, choked flight," '-a striking expression of the passage of hot Mill Dam Boston is described as resembling a up with mud and stumps, making its way, as it were, whiskey through a ball-room; and nothing could be human fist, which was opened by building four by a sort of capillary suction. happier than the word "hooting," to express the bridges for fingers, and said dam by way of thumb. 27. “ Alike she walks," &c. Alluding to the strange, promiscuous sound which always follows 24. "Shaggy forms,” &c.; alluding to the half waggon loads of whisky that come down from the the entrance of whiskey.

horse, half alligator, so frequently found in those interior.“ Incessu patuit dea." 15. “Chauncey-Place! thy russet green." horrid regions.

23. Whiskey is here introduced to Mr Club by his
Most of my readers may not be aware that there 25. Progress of Whiskey, considered as an alle- Secretary, who generously extends to him the free
is any Green whatever in Chauncey-Place. But we gorical personage, from Ireland to our western use of all the liquors in his cellar.
assure them there is one appurtenant to the school country, from thence to the Atlantic states, and 29.“ Whiskey's smiling tears," is another of the
under the meetinghouse; and it is very properly finally to Boston. Also, its effects compared with beauties which deserve to be pointed out as pecu-
termed a russet green.
those of rum and cider.

liar to the Irish Muse.
Variation.
Rusty green."

26. "Their sluggish way though snags and saw- 30. Club is anxious to discover the true secret 16. On Mrs ******s night. Alluding to a dance

of making whiskey punch, but fails in the attempt. lately given in that vicinity.

Snags are stumps of trees, fixeil in the bed of The Secretary's farther generosity. 17. Variation." Antique.”

31. Comparison between the Secretary's whis18. “ Peter's elbow" f*c.—figuratively, for the Celebrated wines lately imported from Santa key punch, and any other liquor that can be produviolin of Mr Peter Howard. Cruz.

ced on this side the Atlantic.

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POETRY

show that it ought to consider original wood's Magazine, which is, take it altogethauthors only as tools or materials for the re- er, about as good a thing as is going, at

estimate them accordingly. tacks the Westminster Review of course. {The following should have been printed some viewer, and to

months since; but poetry like this, can never This is just what we mean to do in a very In No. 65 it is laughed at abundantly. be unseasonable.)

capital essay now receiving its last polish, “The Westminster Review is henceforth to be

and to be published—some time or other. called the Antediluvian Review. Its former titles MARCH.

At present we shall do no more than just of the Benthamite and the Radical, have sunk away The stormy March is come at last,

to tell our readers what is doing abroad in into this matchlessly appropriate cognomen. Its With wind and cloud and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast this respect; because we cannot fail thus readers were, it must be owned, at first rather sur

prised at the obsoleteness of the several topics. to convince every honest man, that review. But the

secret bas at length been suffered to tranThat through the snowy valley flies.

ers &c. are multiplying not only faster than spire. As the purpose of the work is reform in all Ah, passing few are they who speak,

books, but so much faster, that the review- its branches, church and state, book and mankind; Wild stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, ers are actually compelled to ransack “the and as no reform is worth a straw which does not Thou art a welcome month to me. vasty void of by-gone things” for subjects. begin at the root, the Antediluvian Review

has de of periodicals actually established we shall and so as not to set the laughers' against it, all at

termined to begin at the beginning; but cautiously, For thou, to northern lands again,

give no list,—as we have not many columns once. Accordingly the first number has treated of The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train

to spare ; of those just starting in our

own

no subject much beyond fifty years of age ; and has And wear'st the gentle name of Spring. land, we shall be very particularly silent; lucubrated on the Bullion question, Public Educa

not caring to tell those who may not think tion, Malthus, and the first numbers of the Edin And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, so well of the United States Literary Ga- burgh and Quarterly Reviews.” This is all as it

should be. The present century is fairly excluded, When the changed winds are soft and warm,

zette as we do, what a wide variety they and that is enough for a first number. But the secAnd heaven puts on the blue of May. may select from. In England divers small ond is to be more antique and fearless; and to con

things are perpetually struggling to be, but tain articles on the Character of Marlborough ; on Then sing aloud the gushing rills And the full springs, from frost set free, since this year came in, at least five new the Revolution of 1688, and as a little additional

development, a detail of the War of the Roses. journals of much magnitude and pretension The work is then to be considered

as having fairly That, brightly leaping down the hills, Are just set out to meet the sea.

have been proposed or begun. There is the declared itself, and it is thenceforth to wanton in

UNIVERSAL REVIEW, OR CHRONICLE OF THE the wilderness of the dark ages, to give a train of The year's departing beauty hides

HISTORY OF ALL NATIONS. Of this we only dissertations on the discovery of the Pandects; the Of wintry storms the sullen threat; But, in thy sternest frown, abides know that it was to begin in March, and to be Bulls of Innocent III.; the controversy of Duns

Scotus; the private correspondence and familiar published every two months. The Prospec- philosophy of St Dominic; the fall of the Gnostics; A look of kindly promise yet.

tus declares all the established periodicals the rise of the Aristotelians, &c. &c. Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies And that soft time of sunny showers,

to be very poor things indeed ; and that the “How much farther this radical retrogression may When the wide bloom, on earth that lies,

writers in this are to be very able, very im- go, or whether, like Neptune's horses in the Iliad, Seems of a brighter world than ours. partial, very constitutional, and particularly the third bound may not exhaust the universe, must

B. disposed to profit by the fact, that “on the still be left in that curious repository of the undis-
continent a new and brilliant period has covered and unintelligible, the breast of Jeremy

.
opened, that almost resembles the fifteenth
INTELLIGENCE.
century, in the suddenness, masculine

The CAMBRIDGE QUARTERLY REVIEW is strength, and original splendour of its in- announced, to appear in March. The proSome great English engineer-no matter tellectual exertion.” Then

a new series of prietors profess to seek no new plan, but to who-was called before the House of Com- the LITERARY MUSEUM is announced; we do better in the old way than any other. mons, to state facts touching canals, &c. are promised to simplify the prospectus as we learn from the Prospectus that they are Perhaps he meant to get the job of building far as possible--that the new work shall be graduates of Cambridge, disposed to pay one; be that as it may, he declared that ca- a prompt, accurate, and universal Review particular attention to university matters, nals were of more use than any one thought and Register of Literature and all the Arts wholly unconnected with any similar underthem or has found them since. A member and Sciences

-- which is certainly

quite prom: throne," and, as we suppose, to put down the

taking, hoping to support “the altar and the of the Commons, a little amazed at his trot-ise enough. It is published in London every

Westminster Review. ting his hobby so violently, uttered a “Pray, Saturday. Knight's QUARTERLY MAGAZINE Sir, if canals are thus omnipotent of good, is fairly under way. We have seen a few are not navigable rivers of some use?” numbers of it, and think it almost better than The Publishers of this Gazette furnish, “ Certainly, Sir; they serve to feed naviga- nothing at all, -as mere matter of amuse- on liberal terms, every book and every ble canals." This is quite a good joke, rather ment. It appears to be a general Maga- periodical work of any value which America old, but not very,—and we make a very in-zine of Belles Lettres. But the great gun of affords. They have regular correspondents, genious and felicitous application of it, in the new periodicals, is the WESTMINSTER and make up orders on the tenth of every remarking, that rivers held about the same Review; of which the first number has just month for England and France, and frerelation to canals in our engineer's opin- reached us. Many of the articles are very quently for Germany and Italy, and import ion, that original works bear to reviews, able, and it professes to do great things from thence to order one or more copies of in the taste of the reading public. In fact, We take it to be a thorougb radical in its any work for a moderate commission; and the only reason why we undertook this Ga- character. Doubtless our readers know, they would remark, that their orders are zette, was our discovery that the world were that every body in England is either a tory, executed by gentlemen who are well qualirapidly getting convinced of the total use--and wishes every thing, good, bad, and fied to select the best editions, and that lessness of all books whatever, excepting as indifferent to be just as it is, forever ;-or a they are purchased at the lowest prices they may supply food for reviews, journals, whig, a “constitutional whig, "-wanting for cash. All new publications in any way

av magazines, literary gazettes, &c. &c. &c. those matters altered, which interfere with noticed in this Gazette, they have for sale This conviction on the part of the world is his comfort or convenience;-or a radical, or can procure on quite as good terms as a proof of growing wisdom, and is moreover who affects the topsyturvy, and means to those of their respective publishers. likely to be of some service to us. We in- leave nothing at rest until he is uppermost.

CUMMINGS, HILLIARD, & Co. tend to do what we can to spread and fix it, Hitherto the radicals and whigs have made by showing that it exists; inasmuch as common cause and spoken by their common

CAMBRIDGE: nothing makes people believe a thing, like organ the Edinburgh Review ; but it seems finding out that others believe it. One way that the radicals are strong enough to have PRINTED AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, to do this would be to assume that the world a book of their own, and the first thing

P always thinks what it should, and then to they do, is to cast off the Edinburgh. Black- HILLIARD AND METCALF.

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THE UNITED STATES LITERARY GAZETTE.

Published on the first and fifteenth day of every month, by Cummings, Hilliard, & Co. No. 1 Cornhill, Boston. -Terms, $5 per annum, payable in July.
VOL. I.
BOSTON, JUNE 16, 1824.

No. 5.
REVIEWS.

in our streets and villages, as a new order unavoidable. Our literatures are in some

of animated creation. Our press teems an- sense common stock; the produse of both Poems. . By James G. Percival. New nually with a flarge amount of original countries is brought into one market overt; York, 1823. pp. 396.

produce, and that of a character not en- and whoever goes there to sell, must be

tirely contemptible. At the very time that prepared for the competition. The reading This volume of native poetry is a new earn-power-looms and spinning-jennies are start- public is the same to both; and the public est that America is not always to be in lit-ing into operation in all parts of our coun- | never makes allowances. The public ought erature the land of promise. Our capa- try, we are fabricating a fair proportion, not to make allowances. Men who volunbilities of every sort, have too long been for our age and condition, of good mer- tarily and ambitiously force themselves into the theme of our panegyrists, and as such, chantable poetry, and vendible romance. the high and responsible station of authors, have furnished more laughter than wit to Our productions in other departments of who undertake for hire, either of fame or our enemies. It was long since remarked, literature are neither few, nor unworthy of money, it matters not, to instruct or amuse and then at least, not without a colouring regard. The American imprimatur on the public mind, cannot reasonably comof truth, that we Americans, homines works of fiction and taste is beginning to plain, if that favour is withheld, where they novi,” are forever vaunting the things that be known and respected even in England, have produced neither instruction nor shall be ; prophesying what a wonderful as our Waltham cotton stamp is in other amusement. Nor can they reasonably exnation we must become in due process of parts of the world. It is no longer neces-pect that the public will be at great pains time ; and resting a huge fabric of national sary for us to build upon futurity, or to go to ascertain the cause of the failure. It is vanity on the shadowy foundation of a na back to the land of our ancestors in elder enough that they have failed to do that, tional hereafter. The retort is at least a fair days, asserting a claim to literature wbich | which, undone, were better unattempted. one upon those elder nations of the earth, is ours as well as theirs. The day has Upon these principles we ourselves profess who lose the beginnings of their greatness come when we must assert a literature of to judge; and therefore, while we devote in the mists of antiquity, that their pride is our own, not vauntingly, nor yet fearfully, our pages chiefly to American literature, founded, not upon what they are, but upon but with that modest confidence which be- we shall esteem it no part of our duty to what their ancestors have been. The boast comes the ingenuous youth who is conscious praise it because it is American. In critiof a son in his father's glory, or of a father of deserving well at the hands of a master, cism we know no country, but the great rein the promise of his son, are indeed equal, whom he does not pretend to have rivalled, public of letters. “fros Tyriusve mihi ly unbecoming in private life; and we far less surpassed, "We do indeed most nullo discrimine agetur.” think them both poor subjects of national solemnly protest against this perpetual com- It is high time we turn to our author, exultation. For our party, we are well parison between English and American who will not fear judgment on these princicontent that our own country shall be tried, literatures. We protest against the folly ples. We hear he is young ; but we shall not by the future, or the past, but as she is, of it on our part-we protest against the allow nothing for his youth, since he is an provided she be tried at the common law, injustice of it on bers. Apart from all author, and authors, like ladies, are always by a jury of her peers; and we will not other considerations, it is placing the im- of a certain age; nor should we mention object, that even ber rivals and exemplars petus of a few prosperous years in compe- the circumstance, but as a cause of conbe her judges, if her efforts be fairly meas-tition with that acquired by as many cen- gratulation to him and to ourselves, for the ured with her means. We will not say that taries of progressive action. Allow all greater chance that remains to him to do her infant institutions have in a few short that should be allowed, and it is not little, better things than he has yet done. He is years accumulated such store of learning as for the laws, language, religion, civil liber- an American, but we have already said we cumbers the monastic shelves of European ty, domestic and public habits, that we have bestow no commendation for that cause. Inacademies; that her young luxury has derived from England, and enjoy in com- deed why should we, since it is no merit of brought into being such a profusion of mon with her sons and daughters of the his? He has published a book of near four chef-d'æuvres in marble or canväss, as may present day, and still the literatures of the hundred pages in rhyme. Oh that mine challenge the Vatican or the Louvre; or ancient and the youthful nation are not enemy had written half the number! Let that her fast growing, but not yet over- fit subjects of comparison ;-it is a very pro- him not count upon that seven-fold shield as grown, fortunes have enabled her to main-saic sort of “magna componere parvis." a protection against any peril of authorship, tain at her frugal board such a crowd of Ages may elapse before the literatures of unless it be the peril of being read. It is inpoor poets, and magnificent reviewers, as the two countries, viewed en masse, will deed “the very head and front of his offendare marshalled under the golden banners stand upon equal footing. Still, individual ing.” A man who writes a book of four of nobility and regal wealth. The crumbs authors in either country must at all times hundred pages in these days, and that po

which fall from our rich men's tables are be judged by the same critical standard ; etry too, should have made up his mind to not yet so plentiful as to have made litera- and so far as that standard is derived from condemnation beforehand. It is too much ry.idlers (for such they are to those who the usages of English writers, so far are to expect, that either our ladies or our critmingle in the busy scenes of active life) a our authors liable, and justly liable, to the ics, whose work tables and desks are alnumerous and distinct class of our commu- odious law of comparison. True, that with ready crowded with new Waverly novels, nity. But still, in literature and the arts, England's superior mass of literature, her new cantos of Don Juan, and new Quarwe have done well, and are daily doing bet- greater number of candidates for literary terly and Edinburgh and North American ter. Our artists who were famous abroad, fame, by reason of the greater inducements Reviews (those admirable time-saving concan now live at home. It becomes more that are held out to them, there are, and densers of reading), besides all the other difficult to number our literary devotees, must be of necessity, a larger number of new things under the sun, and these comof whom a few years since some one or two first rate men; so that the comparison will ing upon them so much faster than even the stragglers were looked upon as miracles. for a long time run to the disadvantage of most praise-worthy diligents among us Professed authors are no longer pointed at our authors. Still the evil, if it be one, is either desire or deserve; it is too much to

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expect that such pampered gentry can find is a simple story of a young man of wealthy | Tossed, and went back along her polished sides, stomach to digest, or heart to praise, a vol- parentage, and a young woman whose only And floated off, bounding the rushing wake, ume of these dimensions. If the name in the surviving parentilived in obscurity, who

fall That seemed to pour in torrents from her stern.

The wind still freshened, and the sails were stretchtitle-page be one unknown to fame, we need in love with each other at church. The

ed, look no farther. But if it be one of those great ones will not hear to the match; and, Till the yards cracked. She bent before its force, favourites of fortune who supply tea-talk as usual under such circumstances, pre- and dipped her lee-side low beneath the waves. “ for the nonce," and whom not to know scribe the grand tour. The son goes into for- Straight out she went to sea, as when a hawk were to argue ourselves ynknown, how eign parts, and, after a long absence, his parts on a dove, and with a motionless wing deeply should such an one, before he pub- mistress one day sees the signal agreed up. Their dark walls to the waters, and the hills

Cuts the light yielding air. The mountains dipped lishes four hundred pages of rhyme, ponderon between them, at the mast-head of a Scarce reared their green tops o'er them." on the serious inconvenience he is about to ship entering the bay; but a sudden storm

a occasion to so many honest gentlefolks, who arises; the vessel is totally wrecked ; she cantos, occupying a hundred and twenty

The next poem, “ Prometheus,” is in two are bound by the laws of honor to expend finds the corpse of her true love on the much precious time and invaluable labour shore, embraces it, and dies; and thus, of and regret that we cannot join in the voice

pages.

We have seen it highly praised, in reading at least one page in teh, because course,

of unqualified commendation; our reason they are bound by the laws of fashion to say "They both were buried, where they first had met, is a very simple one, and will doubtless be that they have read him. Wherefore Beneath one stone, and they were wept by all.” should such a man expect mercy at literary

more gratifying to the author than any othhands?

Upon this slender and common-place out- er we could give, since he will of course Notwithstanding all this, we have really line is spread a great deal of beauty, chief- set it down to our own particular stupidi

that we cannot fully understand read Mr Percival's Poems ourselves quite ly of the descriptive kind.

The piece is : -itist

it. We

certainly spared no reasonable through, and seriously advise all other lov- opens poetically, in mediis rebus, with a

We gave it a 'first and a ers of the muse, who have a rational rea pretty picture of the deserted mistress sit- pains to do so. gard for their own entertainment, to do the ting by the flag-staff

,

on a towering cliff second perusal, not without care. Still unlike. Mr Percival certainly exhibits poet

near her father's cottage, which looked out daunted, we essayed a third time, and read ical powers very far above the ordinary upon the ocean, where she hourly watched on till we came to the passage which berange. He possesses in an eminent degree sail after sail for the long expected signal. gins,

“ Much study is a weariness—80 said that quality, without which a poet cannot Her melanchóly visage and wasted form be, a keen perception of natural beauty ;

The sage of sages, and the aching eye, furnish the author with ap apology for tell

The pallid cheek, the trembling frame, the head a quality which includes both the sensibili ing us the story of her love; after which,

Throbbing, Sc. ty of the poet, and the taste of the mere the ship that bears her lover is seen in the

Attest his

truth." artist. The sensibility may exist without offing, and the catastrophe follows which

Being much struck with this truth of the the taste, and the reader will be shocked concludes the tale.

As a specimen of our “ sage of sages," and fully coinciding with as often as he is delighted. The taste may author's powers, and his style of versifica- him in opinion, we shut the book. Poetry inexist without the sensibility, and the reader tion, we cannot do better perhaps than to deed wants ita essence if it fail to excite or will at best be pleased with a cold, inani- select his descriptions of the ship which is amuse, and the mind cannot well be excitWhere the two coexist in happy union, yet on board, and afterwards while she is no definite idea. We would not be undermate beauty which smiles him to sleep . about to bear the lover away, before he is ed or amused with that which

conveys to it their joint production cannot but touch the under full sail.

stood to say that no ideas are to be collectfeelings and satisfy the judgment, although “The sun was setting, and his last rays threw ed from these pages; but that we cannot it may not reach those bolder flights of Bright colours ou the clouds that hung around

distinctly perceive the general scope and poetic fervour, which crowd the imagination The mountains, dimly rising in the west with things of more than mortal birth, and on which a ship lay floating. It was calm

design of the poem; it has no unity ;-it Over a broad expanse of sheeted gold,

leaves no distinct impression upon the mind. lead it to riot in its native empyreal realms. Her sails were set, but yet the dying wind

We see neither a Gothic ruin, nor a We cannot say that the general character Scarce wooed them, as they trembled on the yard Grecian porch, nor a good habitable house of Mr Percival's poetry, as exhibited in the With an uncertain motion. She arose,

of brick and mortar; but a confused mass book before us, is of this sublimated cast, When on a lake at sunset she uprears

As a swan rises on her gilded

wings,

of gems and glittering rubbish cumbering although there are passages which betray Her form from out the waveless stream and steers

the earth. The solution of the difficulty much depth of feeling and power of ex- Into the far blue ether-so that ship

is, that our author's muse has been foolishpression. It has been said of poetry, that Seemed lifted from the waters, and suspended, ly trying to fly after the manner of By ron, to possess moderate excellence in the art is Winged with her bright sails, in the silent air.

and has consequently got lost in the clouds. to want its very essence; as if not to be A voice came from that ship, the voice of joy,

Poetry in the olden time consisted chiefly beyond all praise were to be wholly un. The coming of the breeze, to send them forth The song of a light heart, and it invoked

in a sort of personification, or figurative worthy of regard ;—and there is as much Over the rolling ocean."

description of the world without us, and those of truth in this observation as in most gen

passions of the human heart which operate eral rules affecting matters of taste. But

And again, after he is embarked and the most strongly and visibly on human action ; there are, nevertheless, different walks of vessel has got under way.

but nowadays she is refined into a sort of poetry, which are to be trodden with a dif

Meanwhile

metaphysical subtilty, exercising her inferent step. We do not look for dithyram- The sun had set, the painted sky and clouds

genuity in analyzing the secret workings of bic fury in the song of Melpomene, nor ex- Put off their liveries, the bay its robe Of brightness, and the stars were thick in heaven.

the soul, and describing in vague and myspect to see pastoral softness in the tragic They looked upon the waters

, and below

tical language the mazy world of feeling buskin. Cowper and Thompson never Another sky swelled out, thick set with stars,

within us. When one of Homer's heroes reach the sublimity of Dryden, or the And chequered with light clouds, which from the sits down by the seashore and looks out gloomy grandeur of Byron ; yet who will north

upon the waters, the poet describes them, say they were not poets ? So Percival Came flitting o'er the dim-seen hills, and shot

dark, stern, and boundless, in such language leaves us behind him when he urges his Dimmed the clear sheet-it darkened, and it drew Like birds across the bay. A distant shade

as presents a kind of direct picture to the flight into unknown worlds, but takes us Nearer. The waveless sea was seen to rise

mind; but when Byron gazes on the ocean, entirely with him while he is content to In feathery curls, and soon it met the ship, he tells you how he feels about it, and how tread the flowery meads and dark vallies of And a breeze struck her. Quick the floating sails be used to feel about it when he was a little this earth, and mingle in the tender scenes Fresher, the curls were waves; the sails were flection from the dark mirror of his own Rose up and drooped again. The wind came on

boy; and the image presented is but a reof domestic life. Of the longer poems in this book, the Tensely; the vessel righted to her course,

soul. We do not intend here to enter into "Wreck” strikes us as by far the best. It | And ploughed the waters; round her prow the foam a discussion of the respective merits of the

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NIGHT WATCHING.

cit.

old and the new schools ; but we think it es- "Day fades, and night grows brighter in her orb, As a loud sound of awe. She passed her hand sential to the interest of poetry, in either which walks the blue air with a queen-like smile, Over those quivering lips, that ever grew

Paler and colder, as the only sign form, that it should present some subject of And seems with a soft gladness to absorb

All the deep blaze, that lit yon rocky pile, To tell her life still lingered it went out! sympathy to the reader. The author ofan Where the sun took his farewell glance, the while And her heart sank within her, when the last ingenious theory of beauty traces all our He rested on the throne of parting day, Weak sigh of life was over, and the room notions of it to associations with human, or Which is his royal seat;—as a far isle

Seemed like a vaulted sepulchre, so lone
The Rolling amid the upper deep its way,

She dared not look around; and the light wind,
at least spiritual, life and action.
wide landscape of smooth lawns and culti- The moon glides on, as glides her shadow on the That

played among the leaves and flowers that grew bay."

Still freshly at her window, and waved back
vated farms, charms us from the sense of hu-
man comfort it creates ; rugged and roman- We regret that our limits will not permit The curtain with a rustling sound, to her,

In her
intense abstraction,

seemed the voice
tic scenery reminds us of the proud savage us to go into a particular analysis of the of a departed spirit. Then she heard,
of the wilds, or the strange beings resem- poems which follow. The “Suicide,” though At least in fancy heard, a whisper breathe
bling man in his spiritual qualities, which in a different metre, has much of the same Close at her

ear

, and tell her all was done, superstition has at some time created ; and character with the Prometheus. The plan and her fond loves were ended. She had watched the pleasure we derive from poetical de- we admit is easily discernible, and we have Until her love grew manly, and she checked

, and nerved her heart scriptions of these scenes, upon the princia a living personage pictured before us ; but To the last solemn duty. With a hana ple of the old school, is like that derived he formas no very distinct image in our That trembled not, she closed the fallen lid, from pictures) in proportion as they suggest minds, and the whole poem consists of his And pressed the lips, and gave them one long kissthe scenes themselves, bringing with

them vague descriptions of morbid feelings, which Then decently spread over all a shroud ; their natural associations, with more or are not portrayed with a very powerful And sitting with a look of lingering love

Intense in tearless passion, rose at length, less distinctness, with more or less truth of pencil, and are far from winding us up to And pressing both her hands upon her brow, colouring and outline. And so their stories sympathize with the last desperate act. The Gave loose to all her gushing grief in showers

, and personages delight us, according as they smaller pieces, which fill up the remainder Which, as a fountain sealed Hii it had swelled more or less resemble the reality of human of the volume, are in general much better To its last fulness, now

gave way and flowed action, and the variety of human charac than the poems from which we have hith- In a deep stream of sorrow. She grew calm, ter. Now all we mean to say of the old erto extracted, and those of them more es | Upon the moonlight loveliness, all sunk

And parting back the curtains, looked abroad and the new schools is, that it is infinitely pecially in which

our author

condescends to In one unbroken silence, save the moan more difficult, and requires a far greater touch upon the realities of domestic life, well From the lone room of death, or the dull sound stretch

of ingenuity in the poet, to call deserve the highest commendation. For hof the slow-moving hearse. The homes of men forth the sympathies of his readers ið fa- instances, we would select “ Night Watch- Were now all desolate, and darkness there, vour of his own secret feelings, which

may ing" and the Deserted Wife.” The former And solitude and silence took their seat
of these exhibits such a pure spirit of ten- of a destroying angel had gone by;

In the deserted streets, as if the wing
be very extravagant and very peculiar,
than by description of life and manners, der poetry, that we cannot resist the temp-Atha gay, the busy, and the crowded mart

blasted all existence, and had changed and human action, and natural scenery, as tation of giving it to our readers entire.

To one cold, speechless city of the dead!" every one sees them about him. And hence a successful writer of the former class is a

This delicious morceau needs no elogium, very dangerous subject of imitation. By: Rested upon his clay-cold forehead. Death

"She sat beside her lover, and her hand

for it speaks to the heart. fon himself, though eminently the poet of

"Liberty to Athens,” the “Senate of CalliWas calmly stealing o'er him, and his life his own heart, is well enough aware of the went out by silent dickerings, when his eye

machi," and the Greek Emigrant's Song," necessity of presenting to the mind of his woke up from its dim lethargy, and cast

are excellent specimens of the lyric strain ; reader some personage in whose sorrows Bright looks of fondness on her. He was weak, and, to tell the truth, we were not a little glad (for he has no joys) we are to sympathize; Too weak to utter all his heart. His eye to find something of the heroic order, by and while we travel with his lordship over How much he felt her kindness, and the love Was now his only language, and it spake

way

of relief from the sombre, melancholic a great part of the earth, prosing, or rather That sat, when all had fled, beside him. Night

tone which usually pervades our author's poeticizing, at every step about his own Was far upon its watches, and the voice

rhyme. It has been said that we have a feelings in regard to every thing he sees, of Nature had no sound. The pure blue sky

fair criterion of the poet's temperament Childe Harold, the stern and melancholy Was fair and lovely, and the many stars

in the natural images which he selects for

ornament and illustration. We were paroutcast, wandering from elime to clime, Looked down in tranquil beauty on an earth

That smiled in sweetest summer. She looked out
cheerless and alone, is all the while
pictured Through the raised window, and the sheeted bay

ticularly struck with the force of this rein our minds, giving unity to the poem, and Lay in a quiet sleep below, and shone

mark in its application to the book before a constant object of interest to our regards. With the pale beam of midnight-air was still,

us. The sun, for example, is a part of the All this is wanting in the “Prometheus,” And the white sail, that o'er the distant stream economy of nature which Mr Percival, in where the poet gives us nothing but vague Moved

with so slow a pace, it seemed at rest, common with most of his fanciful brethren, and indefinite descriptions of the universe Fixed in the glassy water, and with care makes great use of. Certainly no phenom

Shunned the dark den of pestilence, and stole and himself; so vague and indefinite, that Fearfully from the tainted gale that breathed

ena give rise to finer poetic feeling, of a the poem might almost as well be read by Softly along the crisping wave-that sail

most opposite character, than the daily comstanzas backwards as forwards. Yet there Hung loosely on its yard,

and as it flapped,

ing and departing of the god of day. Yet are detached passages, which, considered Caught moving undulations from the light, in this whole volume of poems we never by themselves, are full of the most exalted And spires, and walls, and roofs, a tint so pale

;

That silently came down, and gave the hills, (we may be understood almost literally beauty. The address to the sun, begin- Death seemed on all the landscape_but so still,

when we say never) see him in his morning ning Who would have thought that any thing but peace glory, while the fading beauties of a sunset

occur to darken our hearts in every page. “ Centre of light and energy! thy way

And beauty had a dwelling there! The world

Had gone, and life was not within those walls, Before we take leave of our author, we Is through the unknown void; thou hast thy throne Only a few, who lingered faintly on,

cannot omit calling his attention to one or Morning, and evening, and at noon of day,

Waiting the moment of departure or
Far in the blue, untended and alone,"

two faults of composition which a little care
Sat tending at their pillows,
with a love

will enable him to correct. The chief of has an air of majesty throughout, approach. And she was one--and in a lonely house, So strong it mastered fear-and they were few,

them is indefiniteness. Upon this, as aping far nearer to sublimity than is usual Far from all sight and sound of living thing, plied to the unity of a whole poem, we have with our author, and we regret much that She watched the couch of him she loved, and drew already remarked. But the same fault ocits length will not permit us to extract it. Contagion from the lips that were to her curs in its parts, arising frequently, as it We will substitute for it a single stanza Still beautiful as roses, though so pale

would seem, from too great ambition of orcontaining much exquisite poetry in its They seemed like a thin snow curl. All was still, 5 little round.”

nament, which leads the bewildered imagiAnd even so deeply hushed, the low, faint breath That trembling gasped away, came through the night | nation to run on from one illustration to

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