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other Edipean riddles which have puzzled the world since its creation, while the young sages shall be all unconscious of the might within them. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings may such revelations be ordained. As, however, the loss of one of our senses generally quickens and strengthens the rest, so the preternatural growth and vigour of any particular mental faculty commonly cripples or weakens the others. A hump-backed man is spindle-shanked, and the Calculating Boy, in all directions but one, was weak-minded and simple. In every thing “order is heaven's first law;" proportion and equilibrium are the only elements of beauty and strength.
Among the advantages of my birth it was my good fortune to be member of a large family, the collision of which is highly beneficial in rubbing off the little asperities and singularities that the youthful character is apt to throw out in the petulance of its developement. The severe discipline and turmoil of school completes this process, as the lashing and roaring of the ocean assimilates the pebbles upon its beach; but I question whether in this rough mode of polishing, the remedy be not worse than the disease. What idle cant and talking by rote is it in old men to declare, with a grave shake of the head or theatrical sigh, that their school-days were the happiest of their lives. Away with such nonsense! they were no such thing. For myself I can declare that I look back with unmixed horror to that period, and that no temptations should induce me to live my life over again, if I were again compelled to struggle through that accursed Slough of Despond. Naturally placid and sedate, I was rarely betrayed into pranks, and of course escaped the punishments which they entail : in spite of a disadvantageous infirmity under which I laboured for several
I always enabled to keep at the head of my class: I frequently won prizes for good conduct, almost always those for scholastic exercises : I was never flogged; and yet my mental sufferings were acute. Were I called upon to specify them, I could not easily do it: they consisted rather of an aggregate of petty annoyances than of any one overpowering evil. Of a delicate constitution and sensitive mind, every nerve and fibre seemed to be perpetually set on edge. My senses and appetites were all outraged by grossness and coarse viands ; I was maddened with noise and hurly-burly; at one time the boisterous mirth and practical jokes of my school-fellows distressed me; at another I was terrified by their cries and contortions as they suffered under the rod. Tough and obdurate minds soon got inured to all this, but mine was of a more tender temperament, nor could it find any consolation in a hoop or skippingrope. I hold it little vanity to say that “my desires were dolphin-like, and shewed themselves above the element they lived in.” So deeply was my mind impressed with the laceration of my feelings at this period, that in after-life I never sent a child to school without a thousand misgivings and qualms of conscience; and I would rather have thrown a boy to the Minotaur at once, than have sacrificed him to the slow torment of any public school, polluted by the system of what is technically termed Fagging—that is, compelling a youngster to crouch beneath the foot of some malignant tyrant of the first or second form, that he may finally take his revenge, not on his oppressor, but on the next stripling over whom, as he advances to seniority, he is to exercise the same wanton cruelty. Cowardly and debasing practice! It may
fit boys for the army, but it can hardly fail to render them not less abject towards their superiors than reckless and overbearing to those beneath them.
It is humiliating to reflect how little is subsequently retained after passing through this fiery ordeal. At least five school-boys out of ten make a point of forgetting their Latin and Greek, which is nearly all they can acquire at a public school, with as much rapidity as possible. F— says, that such a man is better than one who never studied the classics, as an empty censer still has a grateful odour from the perfume it contained ; but I suspect he would rather sit down to one full bottle of Port than smell to a dozen empty claret bottles, whatever might have been the fragrance of their bouquet. Porson, who retained so much that he could afford to boast of what he had lost, was justified in exclaiming to a chattering pretender, “Sir, I have forgotten more than you ever knew." But after all, it is better to have knowledge to brag of than ignorance. “How comes it,” said a flippant youngster to Dr. Parr, " that you never wrote a book ?—suppose we write one together." "In that way," said the Doctor, "we might indeed make a very thick one."
Why, by putting in all that I know and all that
do not know." In due time I exchanged the scholastic form for a stool in a merchant's counting-house, and found my Latin of special service in supplying the initials for pounds, shillings, and pence, with which I headed the columns of the Petty-cash book ; while my Grecian lore fully qualified me to institute a comparison between the famous honey of Hybla and Hymettus, and the sugar samples which were ranged on shelves over my head. What a revulsion of mind I experienced at being suddenly plunged from the all-commanding summit of Mount Pindus and the powery vale of Hæmus, where my young fancy had held converse with nymphs, fauns, and dryads, into the murky day candle-light of a counting-house in the City, where my aspiring intellect was to be fed from the classic fountains of brokers, wharfingers, and sailors. Ductile as water, the mind at that age soon takes the form of whatever surrounds it. The poor pride of excelling, even in this humble knowledge, rendering me assiduous, I won the confidence of my employer, and after due probation was promoted to what is termed a pulpit-desk, where I stood from nine in the morning till eight at night, behind three enormous books which I was employed in posting, and for my sole reward received the honorary appellation of book-keeper. Greater men than I have performed less honourable drudgery for a rag of ribbon across the breast or round the knee; and I only regret the continuance of offices like mine, because in the great improvement of mechanical science I think animal machines may be dispensed with, and a steam-engine be advantageously substituted for a book-keeper. My evenings were my own, and as I was never very fond of theatres, routs, and parties, and was constitutionally temperate, I had still some leisure hours for reading, and invariably carried a book with me to bed to keep me awake; a practice which I have since occasionally adopted for a purpose directly opposite. My range did not extend beyond the catalogue of a circulating-library, but nothing came amiss to me; my appetite was too keen to be discriminative, and I swallowed trash with a relish which nothing brût the raciness of youth and novelty can impart, and which I have since found often wanting when more nutritious and wholesome aliments were spread before me. Among other rubbish upon which I fastened in my hunger, was the barren study of Heraldry—one which I now view with sovereign contempt, but to which I am perhaps indebted for the literary turn given to my mind, at an age when trifles were influential, and for all the subsequent comforts and advantages derived from that tendency. Detecting some heraldic error in the Gentleman's Magazine, I wrote a letter to correct it: how many times I corrected my own correction I cannot say, but I remember it occupied four sides fairly written, and the reader, if he be not himself an occasional author, can hardly imagine the impatience with which I waited for the end of the month. My hopes of its being inserted were but faint, but they were strong enough to take me to the publisher's early on the first day of the month, where I bought the number, went up a court to look over the table of contents and found that my communication had been inserted. Few moments of my life have afforded me more gratification. My countenance dropped, however, when I got home and turned to the article, for at the first blush it appeared to me,
it occupied, (about a column) to have been miserably cut up and curtailed ; but on comparing it with my copy I discovered that not a syllable was suppressed, and that this seeming contraction was but the natural effect of printing. I continued an occasional correspondent of the venerable Mr. Sylvanus Urban till my mind was out of arms, and I became vain enough to imagine that I was fifty years too young to be entitled to the patronage of this Mæcenas of old women.
(To be continued.)
A Roma Sepultuda en sus ruinas.
Search Rome for Rome, O Traveller! thou shalt see
A shapeless ruin strew'd along the ground,
On palaces, and tombs, and temples rent,
O Rome! thy grandeur and thy strength are spent-
That which was fugitive is permanent!
TO A LOG OF WOOD UPON THE FIRE.
When Horace, as the snows descended
That Logs be doubled,
His fancy troubled.
To warm a Poet,
To let thee know it.
Thy natal hour,
Thy leafy bower.
From neighbouring manor,
A fairy banner.
Heaving with passion,
To each vibration.
So grappled under,
Tempest and thunder.
From thy caressing,
As if'in blessing.
Sported and Auttered;
Their vows have utter'd.
How oft thy lofty sumınits won
With rustling motion ;
In hush'd devotion-
O'er thee impended :
Thy course was ended-
Thou may'st bequeath me;
To those beneath me.
My hold terrestrial ;
To realms celestial.
MODERN PILGRIMAGES *-NO. II.
THE PANTHEON. Of all the fabrics, northward of the Alps, intended for the service of religion, the most worthy of the name of Temple is perhaps the Pantheon-of old, and now once more the church of St. Genevieve, Afar off its grey dome is descried by the traveller, as he approaches the capital of France, eminent in height and simple grandeur above all the spires of that ambitious city. After glancing at the gilt cupola of the Invalides, the gloomy mass of Notre Dame, the lofty roofs and chimneys of the Thuilleries, the eye and interest alike repose upon its majestic dome.
It was upon the 3d of January, 1822, that the pilgrim wended his way to this shrine of the Revolution, and the resting-place of Rousseau and Voltaire. An unusual bustle seemed to pervade the town, especially every avenue to the building; it was the day appointed for its reconsecration to the services of religion. Carriages, and priests, and processions, choked up every passage, while the crowd looked on
• In the article Modern Pilgrimages, No. II. we were not aware that Mr, Moore had actually alluded to his having been indebted to Shenstone's Elegy in the verses quoted from him. Our idea was, that Mr. Moore had unconsciously hit on the same thought as Shenstone ; and it was by no means either expressed or insinuated that he was a plagiarist.-We say this to satisfy our Correspondent H. B.