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well provided, and many had even left Rostopchin ran about in every quarter, their servants to attend upon us. In disseminating fire with their matches; most of them there was a note left by in which they were but too much asthe proprietor, begging the French offi- sisted by the wind. This terrible concers who took possession to take care flagration ruined every thing. I was of their furniture and other things; that prepared for every thing but this. It they had left every article necessary for was unforeseen, for who would have our wants, and hoped to return in a thought that a nation would have set few days, when the emperor Alexander its capital on fire? The inhabitants had accommodated matters, at which themselves, however, did all they could time they would be happy to see us. to extinguish it, and several of them Many ladies remained behind. They perished in their endeavours. They knew that I had been in Berlin and also brought before us numbers of the Vienna with my armies, and that no incendiaries with their matches, as injury bad been done to the inbabitants; amidst such a popolazzo we never and moreover, they expected a speedy could have discovered them ourselves. peace. We were in hopes of enjoying I caused about two hundred of these ourselves in winter quarters, with every wretches to be shot. Had it not been prospect of success in the spring. Two for this fatal fire, I had every thing my days after our arrival, a fire was dis- army wanted; excellent winter quarcovered, which at first was not suppos- ters; stores of all kinds were in plenty; ed to be alarming, bui to have been and the next year would have decided caused by the soldiers kindling their it. Alexander would have made peace, fires too near the houses, which were or I would have been in Petersburgh.” chiefly of wood. I was angry at this, I asked if he thought that he could enand issued very strict orders on the tirely subdue Russia. "No," replied subject to the commandants of regi- Napoleon ; " but I would have caused ments and others. The next day it Russia to make such a peace as suited had advanced, but still not so as to the interests of France. I was five give serious alarm. However, afraid days too late in quitting Moscow. that it might gain upon us, I went out Several of the generals,” continued he, on horseback, and gave every direction “ were burnt out of their beds. I myto extinguish it. The next morning a self remained in the Kremlin until surviolent wind arose, and the fire spread rounded with flames. The fire adwith the greatest rapidity. Some hun- vanced, seized the Chinese and India dred miscreants, hired for that purpose, warehouses, and several stores of oil dispersed themselves in different parts and spirits, which burst forth in flames of the town, and with matches which and overwhelmed every thing. I then they concealed under their cloaks, set retired to a country house of the Emfire to as many houses to windward as peror Alexander's, distant about a they could, which was easily done, in league from Moscow, and you may consequence of the combustible mate- figure to yourself the intensity of the rials of which they were built. This, fire, when I tell you that you could together with the violence of the wind, scarcely bear your hands upon the rendered every effort to extinguish the walls or the windows on the side next fire ineffectual. I myself narrowly es- to Moscow, in consequence of their caped with life. In order to shew an heated state. It was the spectacle of example, I ventured into the midst of a sea and billows of fire, a sky and the flames, and had my hair and eye- clouds of flame : mountains of red rollbrows singed, and my clothes burnt offing flames, like immense waves of the my back; but it was in vain, as they sea, alternately bursting forth and elehad destroyed most of the pumps, of vating themselves to skies of fire, and which there were above a thousand; then sinking into the ocean of flame out of all these I believe we could only below. Oh, it was the most grand, the find one that was serviceable. Besides most sublime, and the most terrific the wretches that had been hired by the world ever beheld ! !"

POLYHYMNIA,

BY JAMES MONTGOMERY*.

song ?

(London Mag. June.) IT can no longer be a complaint of Where is she, whose looks were love and

age that English songs, without their music, are senseless and inanimate She is gone, and since that hour of sadness

Love and gladness I no longer see ; things; for within a very short period Nature seems her sepulchre to me. of time the most celebrated of our po. Where am I? life's current faintly flowing: ets have contributed to this delightful

Brings the welcome warning of release. species of poetry; and a young lady Struck with death; ah! whither am Igoing? at her piano may with the turning over All is well, my spirit parts in peace. but a few leaves chuse for her voice a song of Moore's, or Byron's, or W.

The air is remarkable for sweetness Scott's, or Campbell's. To be sure, and pathos. The accompaniment preMoore's morality and Byron's pietý sents only, chord repeated in regular are two for a pair ;—but in the light succession, supporting, but not disturb Scotch words of the two latter, there ing the voice, while the short symphois all that is unexceptionable : and even

nies are full of expressiveness. in the two former, a want of meaning

Youth, Manhood, and Age, the next is certainly their last sin. It is with piece, is of another character; and very sincere pleasure that we can now though one in which the author is emadd the name of Montgomery to those inently successful, perhaps it is not the of the illustrious lyrics we have just most fitted for song. mentioned ; and who that has read the Wanderer of Switzerland and the mi

YOUTH, MANHOOD, AND AGE. nor pieces of this poet, can for a mo- Youth, ah! youth, to thee in life's gay ment doubt his power to be great in

morning, The present little work is Health the hills, content the fields adorning,

New and wonderful are heav'n and earth; composed of seven very beautiful songs Nature rings with melody and mirth. written to foreign airs, and as we have Love invisible, beneath, above, the author's permission to publish them Conquers all things ; all things yield to love. in the London MAGAZINE, we shall take them at his word, and let them Time, swift Time, from years their motion

stealing, assert their own beauty :-certainly, to Unperceiv'd hath sober Manhood brought; our taste, they have that exquisite un Truth her pure and humble forms revealing, ion of tenderness, melancholy, and

Tinges fancy's fairy dreams with thought;

Till the heart no longer prone to roam, truth, which makes a good song perfect. Loves, loves best, the quiet bliss of home.

The first piece is entitled Reminiscence; it is exceedingly plaintive and Age, Old Age, in sickness, pain, and sorrow, unaffectedly pathetic.

Creeps with length'ning shadow o'er the

scene ;

Life was yesterday, 'tis death to-morrow, REMINISCENCE.

And to-day the agony between : Where are ye with whom in life I started, Then how longs the weary soul for thec,

Dear companions of my golden days ? Bright and beautiful Eternity. Ye are dead, estrang'd from me, or parted; Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand The music is a fine motivo, exalted ways.

a little from its tone of deep feeling by Where art thou, in youth my friend and an accompaniment of more motion and brother,

variety than the last. These things Yea in soul my friend and brother still? almost rise to the level of some o. Heav'n receiv'd thee, and on earth none

Haydn's Canzonets (the most exquiother Can the void in my lorn bosom fill. site things of the kind ever written),

* Polyhymnia, or Select Airs of Celebrated Foreign Composers, adapted to English Words, written expressly for this Work, by James Montgomery.

The Music arranged by C.F. Hasse.

and may claim a place in the memory Far in exile, when we roam,
with his Despair, and the Wanderer. O'er our lost endearments weeping,

Lonely, silent vigils keeping,
The War Song is remarkable for

“ Meet again” transports us home. strength, simplicity, and expression;

Joyful words, &c. mixing, however, no small portion of melody with its more animating quali- When this weary world is past, ties. The symphonies and accompa

Happy they, whose spirits soaring,

Vast eternity exploring, niments are characteristically plain.

“ Meet again" in heav'n at last : “ The original strain, of which the

Joyful words, &c. following stanzas are an imitation, was

This is set for three voices, with a wont to be sung, with patriotic enthusiasm, by the German and Prussian solo, and a return to the trio. soldiers, in their encampments, on their

There is an admirable spirit and marches, and in the field of battle, du- beauty in the following. ring the last campaigns of the allies

VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS. against Bonaparte. This Tyrtæan lyric, therefore, contributed, in its day Night turns to day, when sullen darkness

lowers, and its degree, to the deliverance of And heav'n and earth are hid from sight; Europe."

Cheer up, cheer up ; ere long the op'ning

flowers

With dewy eyes shall sbioe in light.
WAR SONG.
Heaven speed the righteons sword,

Winter wakes spring, when icy blasts are And freedom be the word !

blowing, Come, brethren, hand in hand,

O'er frozen lakes through naked trees; Fight for your father-land.

Cheer up,cheer up; all beautiful and glowing,

May floats in fragrance on the breeze. Germania from afar Invokes her sons to war;

Storms die in calms, when over land and Awake; put forth your powers, And victory must be ours.

Roll the loud chariots of the wind;

Cheer up, cheer up; the voice of wild comOn, to the combat, on!

motion Go where your sires have gone;

Proclaims tranquillity behind.
Their might unspent remains,
Their pulse is in your veins.

War ends in peace; tho'dread artill'ry rattle,

And ghastly corses load the ground; On, to the combat, on!

Cheer up, cheer up ; where groan'd the Rest will be sweet anon ;

field of battle, The slave may yield, may fly ;

The song, the dance, the feast go round. We conquer or we die.

Toil brings repose, with noontide ferfors 0, Liberty ! thy form

beating, Shines through the battle-storm ;

When droop thy temples o'er thy breast; Away with fear, away!

Cheer up, cheer up : grey twilight, cool Let justice win the day !

and fleeting,

Wafts on its wing the hour of rest. Meet Again, is the subject of all subjects for music. It is almost a song

Death springs to life, though sad and brief

thy story ; that sings of itself !

Thy years all spent in grief and gloom;

Look up, look up ; eternity and glory
MEET AGAIN.

Dawn through the terrors of the tomb. Joyful words, we meet again !

The music is of an intense but dark. Love's own language comfort darting Through the souls of friends at parting; of the movement of which Meet Again

er character in its opening; the reverse Life in death to meet again !

consists. This air has a similar, but While we walk this vale of tears,

more marked division. Here also the Compass'd round with care and sorrow, Gloom to day and storm to-morrow,

composer, or the adapter, has shown Meet again" our bosom cheers. · his knowledge of effect in the accomJoyful words, &c.

paniment.

ocean

The home truth of The Pilgrimage, Deeper, deeper, let us toil which follows is delightful. We could

In the mines of knowledge ;

Nature's wealth and Learning's spoil, wish that English songs should be dis

Win from school and college ; tinguished by, and valued for, this cha- Delve we there for richer gems racter.

Than the stars of diadems.

THE PILGRIMAGE OF LIFE.

Onward, onward, may we press, How blest the pilgrim who in trouble

Through the path of duty. Can lean upon a bosom friend;

Virtue is true happiness, Strength, courage, hope with him redouble,

Excellence true beauty ; When foes assail or griefs impend.

Minds are of celestial birth,
Care flies before his footsteps, straying

Make we then a heaven of earth.
At day break o'er the purple heath,
He plucks the wild flow'rs round him play. Closer, closer let us knit
ing,

Hearts and hand together,
And binds their beauties in a wreath. Where our fireside comforts sit,

In the wildest weather :
More dear to him the fields and mountains, O, they wander wide, who roam
When with his friend abroad he roves,

For the joys of life from home.
Rests in the shade near sunny fountains,

Or talks by moonlight through the groves; For him the vine expands its clusters,

Nearer, dearer bands of love, Spring wakes for him her woodland quire; To our father's house above,

Draw our souls in union. Yea, though the storm of winter blusters, 'Tis summer by his ev'ning fire.

To the saints' communion ;

Thither ev'ry hope ascend,
In good old age serenely dying,

There may all our labours end.
When all he lov'd forsakes his view,
Sweet is affection's voice replying,

The music consists of an animating
“I follow soon,” to his “ adieu :" strain, like the War Song. The suc-
Nay then, though earthly ties are riven,
The spirit's union will not end,

ceeding verses are in the nature of vaHappy the man, whom Heav'n hath given riations, which are introduced either In life and death a faithful friend. upon the melody itself, or into the ac

companiment, and each is concluded It is a bass sostenuto song, expres- with a chorus—a repetition of the last sive and elegant. The passages are bars of the air with a different accomcast into the best parts of the voice.

paniment. It reminds us of the Qui sdegno of Mozart, though the resemblance is in the

Having thus given every word of style, not in the melody. There is a

this interesting publication, our readers second part for two tenors, which adds may suppose that they need not see

the work elsewhere; but if they supa variety to its intrinsic beauty.

The last piece, Aspirations of pose that, admiring it, they can do Youth, is the call of Genius to Glory, without the music, they are mistaken. which can only be truly heard through that in reading they seem to pine for the air of poetry. With infinite spirit and truth is combined a feeling which that voice which gives them feeling, carries the invocation to the heart. force, and spirit. The airs are beautiWe should think that this little piece fully selected, and most skilfully arranbeautifully sung would waken a slum ged; and we only wish that Mr. bering mind to its fullest energies.

Hasse, who by this work so forcibly

proves his power, would not stay here, ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH.

—but, seeking other melodies, and inHigher, higher will we climb,

spiring his present companion, would Up the mount of glory,

lay other delightful songs at the feet of That our names may live through time, Polyhymnia.

In our country's story ; Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls'.

RAYMOND THE ROMANTIC, AND HIS FIVE WISHES.

No. III.

(European Mag. April)

THE SILVER MINE OF ZELLER- tions, that are totally different from any FEID.

which we have been previously con" And what news from the Kingdom of Subterra- nected with. neous Darkness and airy hope ?-Wbat says the I know not if every impatient and Swart Spirit of the Mine?... - Such adventures become a gallant Knighe better than a humble Es. romantic man be possessed of the same quire,-to rise on the wings of the night-wind,-to feelings, but with me, the moment that dive into the bowels of the Earth."

one adventure is achieved, or one wish

The Antiquary is gratified, my mind is immediately AFTER all the thousand similies, thrown into a state of violent excitation, life, perhaps there is not a better than Nay, even at the very time when those that which likens it to a journey. The inclinations are being complied with, I reason of this is two-fold: it resembles feel in a continual fever of anxiety, uba travel, first, because we are every day til my gratification be put beyond the moving onwards to its completion, and reach of accident, and I am certain

consequently we every day lessen the that all which I had anticipated kas · distance which we have to go; and se- been performed. From these premises

condly, because the prospect around us it will be deduced, that after I had deis ever changing, sometimes suddenly, scended from the aerial voyage describand sometimes imperceptibly. In the ed in my last paper, France was no march of life this is also continually longer the country for me ; since I the case ; for that which attracted the panted to view the subterranean regions fancy of childhood, is, in general, no of the world, and pass into those prolonger looked upon by youth, any more found caverns, which many wise and than the pleasures of our juvenile days good characters have believed to conform the enjoyments of manhood, or tain a race of beings, that are neither the contemplations of advancing age. angels nor men. The great Coal Mine Such likewise is a journey: perchance at Leige, the splendid Silver Mine at at our first setting out, we look upon a Salsebery, in Sweden, and the amazing level country in high cultivation; then depths of the Diamond Mines of Golby degrees, the richly party-coloured conda, were all considered for election fields swell into verdant uplands; which in my own mind; but my choice was at afterward rise into dark hills, and these length fixed by hearing a provincial are subsequently exchanged for moun- ballad, relative to the Silver and Coptains that seem to embrace the horizon, per Mines in the Harz District in Hanoas the Persians believe those of Kas sur- ver. This brought to my recollecround the world. But the prospects tion, a thousand supernatural legends, which we behold, while upon our trav- concerning the beautifully romantic naels, do not always pass away with such tion of Germany; and I conceded a a gradual alteration of feature ; nor do part of my original wish as to the depth the events of our lives always glide of the Mine itself

, in favour of the wild down into each other, by such undis- adventures with which I might chance tinguished degrees. No! in the former to meet, in the subterranean Metalinstance, we often arrive at some stage, chambers of Clausthal, Zellerfeld, or where the whole face of nature changes Rammelsburg. There, thought I, as I from beauty to wilderness, or from wav- revolved the subject over in my own ing forests and corn-fields to rocks and mind, there is the country of spirits ; the sea-shore: and in like manner, a land and water; flood, mountain, and single hour will often prove sufficient forest; fire and air have all in the anto alter the whole character of our lives, cient Hercynia their appropriate genii. and to bring us into scenes and situa- Waldebock, Schalteomadu, Rilbezharl,

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