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From the New Monthly Magazine.

Palm-Sunday, March 26th, 1809, her soul,* burned six solitary tapers T INCLOSE you two poetical effu- while a reddish twilight yet penetrated

sions, which suggested themselves du- from the top of the dome. At the door ring a quarter of an hour of profound of the temple I turned about once more, emotion, on the distribution of palms on and my soul was divided between griefPalm Sunday, and the wished-for bene- and hope. diction on Maundy Thursday. You Easter Sunday. “Whence comes! know my way from my childhood, and thou, Magdalen, beaming with joy ?" that my capricious Muse will not be woo- “ From the grave of the Lord ! I have ? ed, but visits me just when she pleases. seen the living conqueror of death !" At such times my heart throbs violently Such were the words of life that salu and my eyes often overflow, so that I as to-day at St. Peter's. The organ " scarcely see the paper or hold my pen. the orchestra were in front of the high

Good Friday evening. We are just tar, where a spacious quadrangle of se mu come from St. Peter's, where to-day all received the clergy ; the rest of the con has been silent mourning. Long did we gregation stood. This way of perform walk there under the echoing vaults till ing the music is not so favourable for the the gloom of night with all its mysterious execution, as when it is given in oves terrors began to cnvelop us. The hun- the side chapels; but it admits of a great dred lamps, at other times constantly er number of hearers, and the effect is burning round the grave of the apostles, more solemn. The tones are often lost gradually expired: the altars of the saints in the prodigious space, or break against also were wrapped in darkness at the the massive pillars ; on the other hand, it hour in wbich the Redeemer cried li is is rendered more impressive, by the idea finished ! The victorious cross, which of the vastness of the place. The tone used to be so resplendent, threw not to die away, and you meet them again in day its light through the yast space : for walking, like harmonies wasteci from the church herseli mouros, bowed down bisher world: they escape you wherd in the dust, and needs consolation. Be- vol expected them ; but all at once a fore the altar of the mother only, who has some her dead son on her lap, and a sword in Michael Angelu's celebrated Madrid



Mrs. Brun's Letters from Rome.

(VOL. 2,

Houd of nec pours down upon you the whole neighbourhood to the windows, from the cupolis. You must recollect, and many even from their beds, 10 listen trolier, bow often our late father used to to his strains. By degrees, these sweet iuroest hal inos: means wbich work upon strains became less frequent, and more t o birr of the sensual feelings of man, melancholy; till at length one evening a stiese wbib t-salt the soul and the peculiarly doleful farewel song called the tienghis, were so little employed in the cruel maiden to the grave of her miseraLucial worship, though they are by no ble lover,* in tones so moving and pair waren escluded from it.

thetic that all the hearers burst into tears. par 6%. The great benediction was Baldini was seen po more at Rome, and 30C Fit D-but listen to the history of my his obdurate charmer soon gave her hand two poems. I showed them to my friend to another. the Cavaliere Gherardo de' Rossi, one of “ Some years afterwards," continued the first poets and l.cerati, as well as one my friend, “I was present in a church at u the best men in Rome. He immedi- Rome, during a procession of priests who attiy made a spirited translation of them passed me singiog. A voice, the sweetinto Italian, which we sent on Wednes- ness of which awakened certain indistinct day in the Passion Week to the Pope, recollections, attracted my notice. I liswith oliy his signature: Da una Signora tened, and looked more attentively - It Foruntiera. Tu author however was was Baldini. His pale emaciated face, Soun Lupused, c.0d some days afterwards illumined by the soft light of the taper, his bloines 3 Quot to me his private secre- he glided past me like a shadow, with tery, th: Abba's Baldini, to thank me ip down-cast eyes--or rather rose, as if from

Jame, and to say, that " it gave him the grave, before me. I hastened to him, brai pieasure to find that a foreigner, a and found him calmly resigned, having Privier tant, an ingenious poetess, and an received comfort from above, He re2. Ale woman, thought so well of him."* turned by degrees into the world, visiting Puiuw I was desired to send him the in a few select circles, especially where Ge!cas original rel proprio pugno"in he meets with music.” ny sy hard. " iting." This I did, and Thus far my friend. We actually

d a vteri translation of it made into found this generous victim of love at the Hypopaganda.

house of the Countess Carradori, a native ?: private secretary of Pius VII, is of Vienna. She is the best singer off the un cairemely interesting man, especially stage at Rome. In ber early youth, she

013 worn. Since I have got into the song at the theatre in Vienna. There she ativesiyle ofernale memoirs, I must re- was seen and heard by Count Carradori, 10 you the hi-tory of the Abbate Bal- and the celebrated air in Cimarosa's Ho

no communicated to me by a mutual ratii-- Belle pupille tenere, performed by von nearly the following words :--- a most exquisite voice, and accompanied * Desiure'.” said he,“ near the Ro- by eyes not less beautiful than those are

idi, in Balini, a young Roman of supposed to be to which this enchanging promisina lines was engaged in the song is addressed, made a conquest of the

y not be aw. He conceived a passion heart of the Roman Count. Their union i !!! fele, who also lived near has been peculiarly happy. There we

* L'albicon, but from whom he met with saw for the first time the yet pale and B0

This attachment revived his mildly melancholy Baldini. When the Betres de patint for music, which had Countess Carrac:ri, who is quite a Rowilaid to rave studies, and every even- man in her encouragement of promising

des e of the Pantheon was enli- talents, sung Mozart's sweetest duet, Deli oil win Paldini's songs, both the perdoni al primo affetlo, with my Ida, con un' e of which were his own who is yet no more than fourteen years

tion this enchanting voice, ac- old, Baldini said- Questa Ragazza non pintad is '3 masterly guitar, drew sa la musica, ma è la musica—" she is Caricame thin peretition of these compli

V not a musician, she is music itself.” Thus * p 11. **PX; Tip of his Holiness, especially Quivi il suo deluso amore, accompanied by

Leitere infallible, and of course the guitar, has become a popular song of the 11, (+ criticize them.


BOL. 2.]

Mrs. Brun's Letters from Rome. you see this Buldini is destined to tell healthy, though he subsists almost entireme what I am fondest of hearing—but ly upon eggs, milk, and vegetable diet nothing from him affords me so much so that I frequently call him in joke, pleasure as his heart-thrilling straios. our Brahmin. Lately, indeed, he has

Before I close this letter I will put up been prevailed upon by the renonstrances for you a print-an indifferent one in- of the physicians, who have for some time deed-engraved from a miniature of the past suspected a weakness of his optic Pope, and which appeared last summer nerves, to admit some animal food and a while I was in Tuscany. In a few days small quantity of generous wine to his 12,000 copies of it were sold: the hermit-like table. I never quit the sacred French general then caused it to be shades about his habitation without seelbought up, fearing lest the contagion of ing myself better than when I went thiththis enthusiasm might spread over all er-and let me leav: Roine when I will, Italy. It has no other merit than that among my many great sorrows, the keenof being a striking likeness.

est will be the parting from D'Agincourt. April 20. Difficult as it is in these What must be the sentiments of this extimes to form acquaintance with the high- cellent old man on the part which his er clergy, I have nevertheless had the countrymen are now performing at pleasure to see Cardinal Erskine several Rome you may easily conceive. times at my house. He is a most amia- July 4. Will you hear a pretty leble, accomplished, and elegant old man, gend ?--On the day when the prociamacombining the most polished manoers tion of the complete, occupation of the with the diguity of his station. But the Roman states on the part of the Fiench crown and heart of my acquaintance here emperor appeared, a white pigeon flew is the Chevalier d'Agincourt, now 80 in at one of the windows of ihe Pope's years of age. We are as much attached apartments. The attendants endeavourto him as though we were his children, ed to drive it out again, but in vain ; and be loves us with paternal affection, the bird flew to and fro in the lotty rooms This gentleman possesses all the quali- far above ibeir reach. As their efforts tjes which in la bonne vielle France most were fruitless, and served only to disturbi advantageously distinguished individuals the Pope, the bird was left in quiet posat his time of life--buoyant vivacity, delo session, and food and drink were placed icacy of feeling, that gallantry of the for it, that it might not perish for want. heart in the intercourse with our sex The etherial creature, however, would which is peculiar to the southern nations, not touch any thing earthly ; neither and which the French expressed more would it quit the place till the bull of tenderly than any other. Such is he as excommunication was prepared, when it a Frenchman ; but the qualities which suddenly darted out at the same window. adorn him as a man are of far greater by which it had entered ibrice 'twentye importance, and do not belong exclusive- four hours before ! ly to any nation. D'Agincourt has that St. Peter's was never so thronged as lofty purity of soul above the reach of at the late festival of the Apostles. Great all profanation, that pious simplicity of numbers of country-people were there ; heart wbich a bigbly favoured few alone but even the Romans are growing devout preserve amid the worms of life, and from attachment to this Pope ; aud that, which surround them already bere below you well know, is saying a great deal. with the radiance of inmortality-In a Among the many altars of the vast cathiepretty liouse on the Trinita di Monti be. dral, the most frequented by the people lives retired from the bustle of the world, was the tomb of the holy Pope Leo, devoting himself to the study of antiqui- where Algardi's prodigious basso-relievo, ty, and the care of a charming garden representing the appearance of the two which he planted himself at the age of Princes of the Apostles to Attila, is seventy, and in the shade of which he placed. Hence ascended the most fer. pow delights to walk. There we find vent prayers for “ deliverance for bin among bis flowers which he is fond scourge of mankind, and succe of cultivating with his own hands. Not- above in the absence of all ea withstanding his advanced years, he is

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From the Gentlemna's Magazine.

Feb. 10, 1817. so distinct as to raise a blush on the AS I have long known and loved the cheeks of those who were thus betrayed. A harmony of your spirit, and that lo the second Act many fans were held although we are neither of us very able up to hide a gape as long as when the performers in the Science of Music, yet thumb and fore-finger are stretched wide we bave sometimes, as the “ Laborum apart ; however, until this time I had dulce Lenimen," sought the concord of been suffered to enjoy the concert in sweet sounds--you are, therefore, the quiet ; but a lady near me began now to fittest friend I have to sympathise with grow very uneasy, and leaned across me me in the following case : During the to her friend, and talked of a visit the last recess I had the pleasure of being day before, and most rapidly quizzed all present at a celebrated annual festival of the company while Milton's "Sweet Music, where the first Performers were Echo" engaged the performers. I met, the highest harmony preserved, and changed seats with her, which, as the the most fashionable audience assembled, lady was remarkably fat, occasioned a Indeed I had been informed that so con- disturbance to the rows before and bevinced were every family for many miles hind, for which, of course, I alone was to round, that both taste and execution blame. The Orchestra lost no time, nor would cunor !most the Commemora- any credit, for the whole selection was . - Peswel, that the most eager so- the most judicious I had ever heard ; words for bockets of admission had but it did not secure them from the unLa ond ; and those who had governed propensity of the people to talk

r ütarl, and others who had not about any thing the most foreign to the Cap ala", "ere actually despised, as purpose ; and when the whole closed not worthy of being associated with or with the grand Chorus in the Messiah, noticed by their neighbours, and they the company rejoiced more at the close were, in short, become less than nothing than the performance, which they neverSuch was the Christian consolation of theless most candidly applauded. Now, these friends. Animated by this ardent Sir, all this led me to reflect whether the expectation, I esteemed every family I power of Music is real or imaginary. If saw in this crowded assembly equal in there were not something genteel in the musical skill to Cramer or Beethoven entertaininent, I doubt whether any asthemselves : and as I boast the taste of semblage would ever be collected to hear an Amateur, it was very gratifying to it. It moves the passions ; but as soon me, to anticipate the profound attention as it ceases, nay, indeed, when but little and the scientific observations of those of it has been given, ennui seems to prenear whom I had the honour to be placed. vail, and it leaves nothing for the mind.

When the Orchestra first opened, the Like a steam-engine, it has all the effect, the silence with which the first part of till the heat evaporates, or, like a gasthe Grand Overture was heard, afforded light it is extinguished. The want of me the most satisfactory hopes that equal National Music at a battle has been attention would be paid to the whole ; the known cause of that Nation failing. but no sooner was it closed, than a gen- Orpheus and Pan, and Apollo himself, tleman who appeared to understand it, have done wonders amongst the brutes remarked it was very fine, but his lady and human animals of heathen mytholothought it rather too long. The first gy; but, Sir, such enlightened auditors Act proceeded, and was accompanied are not reserved for modern tii $ ;will meetings not more profounci : the and every pastral shepherd that pir. " Oles furnished rare opportunities his lay it is tlock while his Culmet was

tosip of the day to begin and kind, 1t them to their animal recita

üre wis a proof oor an abrupt tions, and hun his lute iipon some bendsics of huli whisper vereins will," whenever she frowned


Legends of Lampidosa.-The Parisiun. sic then lost its power. I questioned cian, and continued a long time in the much with myself whether it has any same posture, with the air and ouitude of general power or not, and, without lose a connoisseur. The ass took no notice ing time, I shall now refer you to a high of us at all, munching his thistles very authority, whose judgment is deservedly demurely. The hind set up her large ranked upon the highest of Moses' seat. broad ears, and seemed to be extremely

“Being in the country one day,” said attentive. The cows gave us a look, Vigneul Marville, Professor of Music, and then marched off. The little birds “ I had a mind to see whether beasts, as in a cage and on the trees strained their it is commonly said of them, take plea. throats and sang with the utmost eagersure in Music. Whilst my companion ness ; whilst the cock minded nothing was playing upon an instrument, I con- but the hens, and the hens busied themsidered attentively a cat, a dog, a horse, selves in scratching the dunghill." an ass, an hind, some cows, some little The late Dr. Jortin, who studied birds, and a cock and hens, wbich were Music for relaxation from his laborious in the court below the window where writings, on reading this description, said, we stood. The cat paid no regard to “ Imagine these creatures to be human, the Music, and, to judge by his physi- and you will have no bad representaognomy, he would have given all the tion of any one of our politest assemblies symphonies in the world for a mouse ; at a musical performance.” he stretched himself out io the sun, and I shall now leave you, dear Sir, 10 went to sleep. The horse stopped short reflect upon all this; and you shali teil before the window, and, as he was graz- me the result of your thoughts after we ing, he raised his head from time to time, have met at the bext Concert of Antient The dog sat bim down like a monkey, Music,

A. II. fixing his eyes stedfastly on the Musi

Prom the European Magazine.


flowers to-day, but he charged me to ofN o one appeared to regard what these fer this substitute--" and he presented a

words implied : and her character, bouquet of jewels arranged to represent contrasted with Henrielle's, resembled the a poppy and a lily interwoven. These Provençal roze, whose cold whiteness is symbols, once considered sacred to the scarcely tinged with a blush, compared deity of marriage, caused a smiling change to the bright scarlet tulip. An impene in the receiver's aspect, while the Baron trable mauvaise honte covered talents gravely cast his eyes on the lesier brought which she really possessed, while an air to him by the giver. But the assembly's always easy, confident, and caressing, attention was diverted by the entrance of gave her rival that elegance which is said an aged and blind woman, supported by to be the result of conscious dignity and her children, who led her towards that tranquil happiness. The Baroness,once queen of the festival. She carried a frida herself the reigning belle of Paris, deter- ket filled with Provencal roses, wbich she mined to raise her new favourite to the kissed and went over." I have nothing same beight by splendid and incessant more to offer, mademoiselle!” said she : galas. On her birth-day, according to the “but these roses are fresh from the tree graceful custom still preserved there, your good father planted in my garden." Henrielle presided at a festival designed -“ Åh, Madelon !” exclaimed Henridfor its celebration; and flowers, the usual na

the usual na, springing towards her—" I have tributes, were brought in beautiful abun- heard bim name his kind nurse a thousand dance to the pavilion where she sat. A times, and that rose-tree was planted on young stranger, pressing thro' the crowd, my birth-day !”-“ Who are you ?" replaced himself near her. “Your father," plied the old paysanne-“ when be plansaid he, “could not send his favourite ed it, he did not tell me that he had a

* Bee ATR. Vol. I. p. 910.

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