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tinuing obstinately foul, I went on epithet that poetry has ever applied shore in the pilot-boat and landed at to the sea. Portsmouth at the same hour the next morning. The sea was smooth and Where all above is sky, and ocean all the sail pleasant. We came round
around, the Needles, and up the solent or sounds very sublime till you get on West Channel of the Isle of Wight, board of ship; and then reality gives and as we kept close in shore all the you a small circle of a dozen tiers way, the transition from a sea voyage of waves all around, capped with a to my land journey up to London low dome of sky, about the size of was broken by thus coasting along St. Paul's Cathedral ; for it is a very this beautiful island. And so ends just observation of Dr. Reid, that this tedious journal of a voyage of “when the visible horizon is termi131 days at sea!
nated by very distant objects, the The boundless ocean! If it be celestial vault seems to be enlarged meant to give the effect of a view of in all its dimensions.” * It must there“sea without shore," it is quite a fore follow that when the horizon is mistake to describe it, 'as the bound- bounded by a circle of waves three less ocean. It appears to be com- miles off, the zenith shuts down over pletely bounded ; and that too at the our heads into a smaller segment of very short distance of three or four a sphere than that of an apparent heiniles, all around. The melancholy misphere. But enough of the sea. main is in my mind the happiest
• Reid's Inquiry into the Human Mind, ch. xi. & 22
A SHADOW on my spirit fell,
When my hush'a footstep from thee pass'd ;
To me, who fear'd it was thy last;
With roses from thy own loved bowers :
Back to thy valued rural hours ;
Was with thee in thy slow decays;
Whose life had been a hymn of praise :
Rest-till their change and thine shall come;
THE PORTRAIT PAINTER.
Sono Pittore !-Sal, Rosa.
« And so
I shall not begin par le or a “ learned pundit," I shall not mencement, for I have an antipathy satisfy the public. to straight lines. It has always been Whether I have “ wandered o'er my custom to open a book in the the earth,” and describe scenes that middle, that I may have the plea- I have really witnessed; or have sure of torturing my brains to find never quitted the noise and bustle of out what the probable beginning a smoky city, and describe from may have been: the words, “ In a hearsay, I shall not satisfy the public. rich and beautiful valley, situated in Why should I? Who satisfies the the province of
“ The ele- public now-a-days? Who puts bis gant De Mowbray received a fash- name to a novel or a poem? Even ionable education at ;" put though every one knows who is the me into an agony of impatience. I author, does not every one love still prefer such openings as,
to fancy himself wandering in a layou are really not going to-day ;” but byrinth of doubt, and exclaim, “oh! then is sure to follow, “said the let me be deceived !” Long live the lady so and so," and the story goes known Unknowns, great, and little ! on as quietly as if it had any other Long live doubt and perplexity!beginning. Indeed any thing matter Where is mystery may be impartiof fact makes me insufferably ner- ality. vous, and I had rather receive any When ye doubt, the truth not knowing, kind of answer than a direct one; Believing the best, good may be growing ; for which reason an Irishman is my In judging the best no harm at the least, delight.
In judging the worst no good at the best. This peculiarity may account for
Heywood. my declining to inform the reader
The first person who placed himwho I am, what is my age, sex, self under my care, with the fond or what circumstances gave rise to hope of being rendered immortal by my present pursuit. We are apt my art, was an old gentleman of to suppose the feelings of others goodly presence, with a red round similar to our own; and as I face totally innocent of expression, have acknowledged my preference small grey eyes, and broad bald for darkness rather than light, I forehead. His family, under whose choose to conclude, that all to whom hands he seemed to suffer a patient I introduce myself are of my way of martyrdom, insisted on my being thinking. I therefore intend to give left entirely alone with him, for fear them leave to stumble to their heart's of the attention of either being dicontent without affording them as- verted from the destined point. We sistance-a kindness I should prize took our stations and a dead silence extremely in my own person.
ensued. I am a portrait-painter, so much I
When all was prepared I looked condescend to mention-whether I up and beheld the poor man screwed paint in allegory, or in very truth, into an upright position, his elbows whether I am actually a spoiler or resting on the arms of his chair, his adorner of ivory or canvas, or with hands meeting, and his thumbs twirla visionary pencil trace unsubstan- ing in the most exact time, his mouth tial forms, I shall not satisfy the pursed up, his eyes half closed, and public.
his whole body motionless, saving, Whether I am a portly citizen, the before-mentioned rotatory memwith such a face as smiles from bers: appalled at such an appearthe walls of Somerset-House, or a ance, I endeavoured by conversashadowy grey gentleman, such as tion on various subjects to draw him startles us to look on in the pages of from his perpendicular; but he had Peter Schlemihl; whether I am- received his lesson, and he knew the A clerk foredoom'd his father's sonl to cross, consequences of disobedience: he Sept. 1824.
sometimes, indeed, relaxed from his they spend the evening ?” following
saucepans being placed lady of some beauty, of which she
Arp," that I might judge of the The specimens I gleaned of the effect, she condescended to warble, character of this India gentleman in a loud voice, the following strain, amused me. He is accustomed to the words and air of which, though remain in London a short time every not new, she told me she particularly year, and this house is his residence admired, and indeed poetry in genem during that period. He reads the ral she “ was partial to.” Of her newspaper, and now and then an power of giving proper expression to Asiatic Journal, but no other printed the music, from thoroughly underthing ever encumbers his table. His standing the words, she gave me this whole employment is listening to what specimen. passes in the house, his door being
Song. Rosina). always ajar that he may catch the
See the rosy moon happeering slightest sound: no sooner is any Pants with gold the verdure lawn, bell rung than his peals louder, and
Bees on banks their time disporting, he darts forward to intercept the ser- Sup on sweets and ale of morn! Vant, that he may be first attended, that he may know why the bell was Then she obliged us with “ Dy rung, that his orders may supersede Piasir,” and “ Tooky Assendy," and any others: the questions, * Who “ Portray chermong; the accomknocked at the door? Who came paniment far less intolerable, it must in? Who dines at home? What be acknowledged, than what it acare they doing below? How do companied
Her costume gave me infinite in “Shakspeare's play of the Distrouble, in consequence of her mo- tracted Daughter;" 'twas settled at ther's indecision, as to whether she length, and she lives in canvas, and should be represented in her own looks pink, with her loved Arp, in a character at her Arp, with her last large gilt frame, beside her peaceful ball dress of pink satin, with blue and much-enduring papa. and yellow roses“ all the fashion My next sitter was the wife of an now, I assure you, a mixture of co- Honourable, whose whole family by lours;" or in some faney character, turns I was so much honoured as to such as Mary Magdalen, or Juliet, be allowed to represent.-I shall or Eloisa with her beads, or Elvinas proceed to give a sketch of them.
SCHILLER'S LIFE AND WRITINGS.
(Part III concluded.)
FROM HIS SETTLEMENT AT JENA TO HIS DEATH (1790–1805). Ar Weimar his present way of life letters or visited his friends. His was like his former one at Jena : his evenings were very often passed in business was to study and compose: the theatre; it was the only, public his recreations were in the circle of place of amusement which he ever his family, where he could abandon visited; nor was it for the purpose himself to affections, grave or trifling, of amusement which he visited this: and in frank and cheerful intercourse it was his observatory where he with a few friends. Of the latter he watched the effect of scenes and sihad lately formed a social club, the tuations, devised new schemes of meetings of which afforded him a art, or corrected old ones. To the regular and innocent amusement. He players he was kind, friendly: on still loved solitary walks: in the nights, when any of his pieces had park at Weimar he might frequently been acted successfully or for the first be seen wandering among the groves time, he used to invite the leaders of and remote avenues, with a note- the company to a supper in the book in his hand ; now loitering Stadthaus, where the time was spent slowly along ; now standing still; in mirthful diversions, one of which now moving rapidly on:
was often a recitation, by Genast, of one appeared in sight, he would the Capuchin's_sermon in Wallendart into another alley, that his stein's Camp. Except on such rare dream might not be broken. “A occasions, he returned home directly favourite resort,” we are told, “ was from the theatre to light his midnight the thickly-overshadowed rocky path lamp, and commence the most earnwhich leads to the Römische Haus, a est of his labours. pleasure-house of the Duke's, built The assiduity with which he strugunder the direction of Goethe. There gled for improvement in dramatic he would often sit in the gloom of composition had now produced its the crags, overgrown with cypresses natural result: the requisitions of his and boxwood, shady hedges before taste no longer hindered the operahim, not far from the murmur of a tion of his genius; art had at length little brook, which there gushes in a become a second nature. A new smooth slaty channel, and where proof at once of his fertility and of some verses of Goethe are cut upon his solicitude for farther improvea brown plate of stone, and fixed in ment appeared in 1803. The Braut the rock." He still continued to von Messina was an experiment; an study in the night: the morning was attempt to exhibit a modern subject
a spent with his children and their mo- and modern sentiments in an antique ther, or in pastimes such as we have garb. The principle on which the noticed ; in the afternoon he revised interest of this play rests is the fatalwhat had been last composed, wrote ism of the ancients; the plot is of
extreme simplicity; a chorus also is bundantly redeemed.
Wilhelm Tell, introduced, an elaborate discussion sent out in 1804, is one of Schiller's of the nature and uses of that ac- very finest dramas; it exhibits some companiment being prefixed by way of the highest triumphs which his of preface. The experiment was not genius combined with his art ever successful: with a multitude of ine realized. The first descent of Freedividual beauties this Bride of Mes- dom to our modern world, the first sina is found to be ineffectual as a unfurling of her standard on that whole: it does not move us; the rocky fortress, the pinnacle of Eu. great object of every tragedy is not rope, is here celebrated in the style attained. The chorus, which Schil- which it deserved. There is no false ler, swerving from the Greek models, tinsel decoration about Tell, no sickly has divided into two contending refinement, no declamatory sentiparts, and made to enter and depart mentality. All is downright, simple, with the principals to whom they and agreeable to nature; yet all is are attached, has in his hands be- adorned and purified and rendered come the medium of conveying many beautiful without losing its resembeautiful effusions of poetry; but it blance. An air of freshness and retards the progress of the plot; it wholesomeness breathes over it; we dissipates and diffuses our sympa- are among honest, inoffensive, yet thies; the interest we should take in fearless peasants, untainted by the the fate and prospects of Manuel and vices, undazzled by the theories of Cæsar, is expended on the fate and more complex and perverted condiprospects of man. For beautiful and' tions of society. The opening of the touching delineations of life; for pen- first scene sets us down among the sive and pathetic reflections, senti. Alps. It is “a high rocky shore ments, and images, conveyed in lan- of the Lüzern Lake, opposite to guage simple, but nervous and em- Schwytz. The lake makes a little phatic, this tragedy stands high in bight in the land, a hut stands at a the rank of modern compositions. short distance from the bank, the There is in it a breath of young ten- fisher-boy is rowing himself about in derness and ardour mingled impres- his boat. Beyond the lake on the sively with the feelings of gray-haire other side, we see the green meadows, ed experience, whose recollections the hamlets and farms of Schwytz are darkened with melancholy, whose lying in the clear sunshine. On our very hopes are chequered and so- left are observed the peaks of the lemn. The implacable Destiny which Hacken, surrounded with clouds ; consigns the brothers to mutual en- to the right and far in the distance mity and mutual destruction, for the appear the glaciers. We hear the guilt of a past generation, involving rance des vaches, and the tinkling of a mother and a sister in their ruin, cattle-bells.” This first impression spreads a sombre hue over all the never leaves us; we are in a scene poem: we are not unmoved by the where all is grand and lovely; but it characters of the hostile brothers, is the loveliness and grandeur of unand we pity the hapless and amiable pretending, unadulterated nature. Beatrice, the victim of their feud. These Switzers are not Arcadian Still there is too little action in the shepherds, or speculative patriots ; play; the incidents are too abundant. there is not one crook or beechen ly diluted with reflection; the inte- bowl among them, and they never rest pauses, flags, and fails to pro- mention the social contract or the duce its full effect. For its specimens rights of man. They are honest of lyrical poetry, tender, affecting, people driven by oppression to assert sometimes exquisitely beautiful, the their privileges; and they go to work Bride of Messina will long deserve like men in earnest, bent on the desa careful perusal; but as exempli- patch of business, not on the display fying a new, form of the drama, it of sentiment. They are not philosohas found no imitators, and is likely phers or tribunes ; but frank, stalto find none.
wart landmen: even in the field of The slight degree of failure or mis- Rutli, they do not forget their comcalculation, which occurred in the mon feelings; the party that arrive present instance, was next year a- first indulge in a harmless ebullition