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styles, which defy all artificial forts; and, when it fails, then ensues rules to stunt them in their growth, that sickness of the soul, that miserable or lop off their limbs, or strip “mawkishness" which is so eloquentthem of their leaves, because there is ly described by Keats in the preface a living sap within the stout trunk to his “ Endymion. The degree in which must create for itself massive which it is experienced seems to be branches and an interminable foliage, in proportion to the genius of the sufwe at once perceive what necessity ferer. Chatterton had more of it there is that this power and its sister, than Neele, and Keats more of it than genius, should never be separated. Chatterton. Nor is this strange. Where the logical power exists with- The spirit of genius is eminently a out the vital power, there is dryness, combining spirit : it is always busily and coldness, and death. Where the hunting after connexions : in compovital power exists without the logical sitions, it loves long sentences and power, there is a struggle —a vain and abhors epigrams. To a mind in which hopeless struggle-to express feelings this spirit exists, the consciousness which will not find language for them- that it is deficient in the power of arselves. For (and it is to this point ranging and harmonizing the different we would particularly draw our read- elements of which it consists, that ers' attention, as being most connect- thoughts are every inoment flying off ed with the history we are comment- in a thousand directions from some ing on) the case of the mere logician common centre to which they will not who is without genius, is very differ- return to explain the nature of their ent from that of the man of genius route, and how often they intersected without logic. The whole mind of each other,-must be agonizing to a the one is so darkened by forms that degree of which common-place perhe is quite unable to perceive the na sons like ourselves can form no possiture of the country through which he ble conception. is moving, and consequently per And is there no remedy for it ? suades himself, good easy man, that Must the trophies of genius perishing he has travelled a vast distance, when, under its own glorious excitement be like Mrs. Hardcastle, he has been hung up forever, that worldly men merely driving round his own farm- may laugh and exult in their own house; and thus he may be one of the meanness and poverty? We trust happiest and most self-complacent of not. All the men we have described God's creatures. But the man of have been alike in one particular, begenius is in a very different predica- sides their genius : they have all ment. He never indulges in the wanted a calm, systematic, meditative pleasing delusion that he has been education. It is this which would speaking to the purpose when, like have conferred upon them that qualiGoodman Dull, he has not said one ty which, being absent, made those word all the while, for he has some they possessed, not useless to the thing to say, something wbich he world, but cruelly painful to the posmust speak and cannot, something sessor. Many have fallen victims to which, finding no vent, turns inward the disease, who might have been and feeds upon the mind which pro- saved by this remedy ; and the fortuduced it. A thousand vague images nate few who have escaped, are not lie scattered in his fancy ; but he ungrateful for their rescue, or unmindcannot combine them into a picture: ful of its cause. glimpses of glorious visions appear to
“ That poets in their youth begin in gladness :" himn; but he cannot apprehend them : questionable shapes float by him ; but, for this they are indebted to the faculwhen he questions them, they will not ty divine, which invests everything it answer. The unassisted effort to touches with its own brilliancy and realise, is the most painful of all ef- loveliness ; but, if of any one of them
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it can be said, (and of whom can it good which they wrought to this one be said so truly as of the writer of the class of young poets,-the former line we are quoting,)
scale, heavily charged though it “That thereof comes not in the end despon- might be, would instantly kick the dency and madness,"
beam. But, on this very account, it this they owe in a very great measure is one of the very direst evils of these to the happy circumstances which en- Universities, that their doors are closabled them to share in these early ad- ed against all such men upon whom vantages from which so many are ex- the gists of fortune have not been becluded by poverty and mischance. stowed along with those of genius. We believe, that, if into one scale If the founders of the two magnificent were thrown all the mischiefs which institutions which are rising up in our Universities have produced by the London will lay this to heart, and encouragement of improper motives will really determine to make the edto study, or of habits of extravagance ucation they communicate a means of and dissipation, and if to them were nursing instead of extinguishing geadded all the mischiefs which have nius, they will build for themselves been falsely laid to their charge by livelong monuments for which “kings," mistaken or malicious adversaries, and and greater than kings, "might wish if into another scale were thrown the to die."
MADAME DE SÉVIGNÉ. As I am a sort of general reader of not being read in connexion with the polite literature, I have thought it dis- subjects to which they relate. graceful not to have read Madame de “It appears to me truly wise to Sévigné's Letters ; those letters so endure the tempest with resignation, celebrated for their wit, vivacity, ori- and to enjoy the calm when it pleases ginality, and the beauty of their style, heaven to restore it to us." and which the reading world had been “God knows that I desire nothing unanimous in admiring during one more than his will; the futility of hundred and fifty years. But these wishes should always recal us to this letters composed nine volumes, closely submission.” printed ; and, as time was allotted to “ Those who are disposed to be me only in a definite portion, I was patient, and to take comfort, find reanot certain that I might not employ sons every where.” it to greater advantage than in read “ Should we not be just, and place ing nine volumes of letters, even of ourselves in the situation of others ?" acknowledged excellence. Years « Attention to what others say, and have passed over my head, my stock the presence of mind by which we of time is diminished, and, a month quickly comprehend and answer, are ago, I resolved to give a part of what principal objects in our intercourse remained to Madame de Sévigné's with the world.” Letters. I found in them all I ex “We are more or less affected by pected, and much that I had not been great qualities, in proportion as we taught to expect; for they appeared have
less relation to to me as remarkable for the justness them.” and propriety of the serious observa “I am still alone, without being tions, as for the playfulness of fancy, dull. I have plenty of books, work, or the ease and elegance of their and fine weather; these, with a little style. Of many examples found in reason, go a great way.” support of this fact, I extract the fol “ It seems to me that I have been lowing, though they will suffer from dragged, against my will, to the fatal
period when old age must be endured ; beautiful, of high birth, and I see it, I have attained it; and I ing bigh talents; yet she demands would, at least, contrive not to go be- nothing for herself, makes no claims. yond it, not advance in the road of in- There is not one line, in her thousand firmities, pain, loss of memory, dis- letters, which betrays a consciousness figurements, which are ready to lay of superiority ; on the contrary, she hold of me; and I hear a voice which evinces a degree of humility, which says, “You must go on, in spite of might appear questionable, if we did yourself; or, if you will not, you must not know her to be totally free from die,' an alternative at which nature affectation. In principle she is firm ; recoils. Such, however, is the fate in her intercourse with the world she of those who have reached a certain is conciliating. She considers what period; but a return to the will of is due to others, and frequently sacriGod, and to that universal law which fices her own comfort to contribute to is imposed upon us, restores reason to theirs. The religion of Madame de its place, and makes us call in patience Sévigné is submission to God, and her to our aid."
morality is justice, peace, and benevoIn reading the letters of Madame lence. She had a penetration which de Sévigné, I have never, for a mo saw perfectly, a judgment which dement, lost sight of herself. In Paris, cided rightly, and a prudence which I have associated with her and her never went astray. friends : at the Rocks, I have walked But Madame de Sévigné, so just, with her in the woods ;
so reasonable, in thought and in acplace, I have been with her when she tion, had one feeling which neither was writing to her daughter. So reason nor religion could control; this strongly did I enter into her feelings, was her excessive love for her daughthat I wished her to join her daughter, ter; a love which passed the bounds though I should thereby lose her ini- of maternal love, and for which, as mitable letters, which I would have there is no precedent, there is no doubled in number, had it been in my name. She lived but for her daughpower.
ter, and she died because she feared Madame de Sévigné was rich and her daughter would die.
THE JUNE JAUNT.
A CHAPTER OMITTED IN THE LIFE OF
MANSIE WAUCH, TAILOR." AFTER Tommy Bodkin had been youth, and that a master cannot be too working with me on the board for much on the head of his own business. more than four years in the capacity It was in the pleasant month of of foreman, superintending the work- June, sometime, maybe six or eight shop department, together with the days, after the birth-day of our good conduct and conversation of Joe Bree- old king George the Third-for I reky, Walter Cuff, and Timothy Tape, collect the withering branches of lilymy three bounden apprentices, I oak, and flowers were still sticking thought I might lippen him awee, to up behind the signs, and ower the try his hand in the shaping line, es- lamp-posts,—that my respected acpecially with the clothes of such of quaintance and customer, Peter Farour customers as I knew were not rel, the baker, to whom I have made very nice, provided they got enough many a good suit of pepper-and-salt of cutting from the Manchester manu- clothes,—which be preferred from facture, and room to shake them- their not dirtying so easily with the selves in. The upshot, however, bakehouse-called in upon me, reproved to a moral certainty, that such questing me, in a very pressing mana length of tether is not chancey for ner, to take a pleasure ride up with
him the length of Roslin, in his good even than walking ; yet, as I told him, brother's bit phieton, to eat a wheen it gave a man leisure to use his eyes, strawberries, and see how the forth- and make observation to the right and coming harvest was getting on. the left; and so we had a prime
That the offer was friendly, admitted look of Lasswade,-and Newbottle not of doubt, but I did not like to Abbey,—and Melville Castle,-and accept for two-three reasons ; among Dryden woods, -and Hawthornden,which was, in the first place, my and the paper mills, and the bleachawareness of the danger of riding in field,-and so on. The day was such vehicles,--having read, sundry bright and beautiful, and the feeling times in the newspapers, of folk hav- of summer came over our bosoms; ing been tumbled out of them, drunk the flowers blossomed and the birds or sober, head-foremost, and having sang; and, as the sun looked from the got eyes knocked ben, skulls clowred, blue sky, the quiet of nature banished and collar-bones broken ; and, in the from our thoughts all the poor and second place, the expense of seeding paltry cares that enbitter life, and all the horse, together with our finding the pitiful considerations, which are ourselves in meat and drink during but too apt to be the only concerns of the journey, -let alone tolls, straw- the busy and bustling, from their berries and cream, bawbees to the awaking in the morning to their lywaiter, and what not. But let me ing down on the pillow of evening speak the knock-him-down truth, and rest. Peter and myself felt this forshame the Deil,-above all, I was cibly, he, as he confessed to me, harafraid of being seen by my employers, ing entirely forgot the four pan-soled wheeling about, on a work day, like a loaves, that were, that morning, left gentleman, dressed out in my best, by his laddie, Peter Crust, in the and leaving my business to mind it- oven, and burned to sticks; and, for self, as it best could.
my own part, do what I liked, I could Peter Farrel, however, being a man not bring myself to mind what piece of determination, stuck to his text of work I had that morning finished, like a horse-leech ; so, after a great till, far on the road, I recollected that to-do, and considerable argle-bar- it was a pair of mouse-brown spattergling, he got me, by dint of powerful dashes for worthy old Mr. Mooleypersuasion, to give him my hand on pouch. the subject. Accordingly, at the hour Oh, it is a pleasant thing, now and appointed, I popped up the back-loan then, to get a peep of the country. with my stick in my hand,-Peter To them who live among shops and having agreed to be waiting for me on markets, and stone-walls, and butcherthe road-side, a bit beyond the head stalls, and fishwives,-and the stell of the town. The cat should be let of ready-made tripe, red berring, and out of the pock by my declaring, that Cheshire cheeses,—the sights, and Nanse, the goodwise, had also a finger sounds, and smells of the country in the pie,-as, do what ye like, wo- bring to mind the sinless days of the men will make their points good—she world before the fall of man, when all having overcome me in her wheed- was love, peace, and happiness. Peter ling way, by telling me, that it was Farrel and I were transported out of curious I had no ambition to speel our seven senses, as we feasted our the ladder of gentility, and hold up eyes on the beauty of the green fields. my chin in imitation of my betters. The bumbees were bizzing among the
That we had a most beautiful drive gowans and blue-bells; and a thouI cannot deny ; for though I would not sand wee birds among the green trees allow Peter to touch the horse with were churm-churming away, filling the whip, in case it might run away, earth and air with music, as it were a fling, or trot over fast,—and so we universal hymn of gratitude to the made but slow progress-little more Creator for his unbounded goodness to
all his creatures. We saw the trig world—had bought his own bounds, country lasses bleaching their snow- and built new ones—could lay down white linen on the grass by the water- the blunt for his article, and take the side, and they too were lilting their measure of the markets, by laying up favorite songs.
All the world seemed wheat in his granaries against the day happy, and I could scarcely believe- of trouble-to wit-rise of prices. what I kent to be true for all that, “ Well, Peter,” said I to him, that we were still walking in the seeing that ye read the newsparealms of sin and misery. The milk- pers, and have a notion of things, cows were nipping the clovery parks, what think ye, just at the present moand chewing their cuds at their lei- ment, of affairs in general ?” sure ;—the wild partridges whidding Peter cocked up his lugs at this about in pairs, or birring their wings appeal, and, looking as wise as if he with fright over the hedges ;-and the had been Solomon's nephew, gave a blue-bonneted ploughmen on the road knowing smirk, and said, cracking their whips in wantonness, “Is it foreign or domestic affairs and whistling along amid the clean that you are after, Maister Wauch ? straw in their carts. And then the for the question is a six quarters wide rows of snug cottages, with their kail- one." yards and their gooseberry bushes, I was determined not to be beat by with the fruit hanging from the man of woman born ; so I answered branches like ear-rings on the neck of with almost as much cleverality as a lady of fashion. How happy, thought himself, “Oh, Mr. Farrel, as to our we both,-Peter Farrel and me, foreign concerns, I trust I am ower how happy night they be, who, with loyal a subject of George the Third, out worldly pride or ambition, passed to have any doubt at all about them, their days in such situations, in the as the Bonaparte is yet to be born society of their wives and children. that will ever beat our regulars abroad Ah! such were a blissful lot!
—to say nothing of our volunteers at During our ride, Peter Farrel and home; but what think you of the paI had an immense deal of rational per specie-the national debt-borconversation on a variety of matters, ough reform—the poor-rates—and the Peter having seen great part of the Catholic question ?" world in his youth, from having made I do not think Peter jealoused I two voyages to Greenland with his ever had so much in my noddle; but uncle, who was the mate of a whale- when he saw I had put him to his vessel. To relate all that Peter told mettle, he did his best to give me me he had seen and witnessed in his satisfactory answers to my queries, far-away travels, among the white saying, that till gold came in fashion, bears and the frozen seas, would take it would not be for my own interest, up a great deal of the reader's time, or that of my family, to refuse bank and of my paper; but as to its being notes, for which he would, any day of very diverting, there is no doubt of the year, give me as many quarter that. However, when Peter came loaves as I could carry, to say nothing to the years of discretion, Peter had of coorse flour for the prentices' sense enough in his noddle to disco- scones, and bran for the piys—that ver, that “a rolling stane gathers no the national debt would take care of fog ;” and having got an inkling of the itself long after both him and I were penny. pie manufacture when he was a gathered to our fathers; and that inwee smout, he yoked to the baking dividual debt was a much more haztrade, tooth and nail; and, in the ardous, pressing, and personal concourse of years, thumped butter-bakes cern, far more likely to come home to with his elbows to some purpose ; so
our more immediate bosoms and busithat, at the time of our colleaguing nesses—that the best species of bortogether, Peter was well to do in the ough reform was every one's com