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Safely lodg'd at home,
And all secur'd against the wind stern rising,
Of viands flavour'd, new and cooling drinks.
With rising morn the wind subsides: the clouds Fly lighter and to higher air sublime, Discharg'd of all their weight. The eastern breeze Resum'd is balmy; and creation lives.
The wreck we next examine: there, nor man,.
She broods no tempest
To fetch the quiet creek in boats; and haste
The female age matur'd and wise, her child's Guardian, hung for life on men! While she pray'd That they would save her daughter's life and her's, A sweeping billow bore her to the deep.
Shortly awake, Elmira join'd me soon,
Unknown diversities of landscape strike:
Her God is in her heart, in love and bliss;
We are sure our readers will forgive the eccentricity of the above extracts, for their sweetness and beauty. Subjoined to The Hurricane is a poem, entitled, A Solitary Effusion, the excellence of which induces us to transcribe it entire.
"What is the cloudless sky to me? Nature's
Hark! Here are groves
That hold, or held some Druid. Dark mantling
By Roman, or by savage conqueror's step,
Here, too, are haunts of love, as well as grand
And rudest wisdom's darkest, drear domains.
Groves were sacred once to love: once were heard,
Airs with the zephyr, whispers with the sacred grove.
Or antient minstrels sung, of Dryad or
As all within was mild, serene, and pure-
Which age is vile, the Gothic, or refin'd?
That, which the heart lays waste!' I hear exclaim'd
In choral harmony of fair and great.
'Ah! what avails to us, pure Nature's spirits!
And preaching of his inmost works Himself;
Till all the seraph glow in all his fires,
Enraptur'd diapason's holy sound.'
"Twas not the warrior's gleam, that thinn'd our shades
And harshly grated human discords there:
He pass'd unheeded when the storm was o'er,
That speaks a God, Creator of the land;
Is the first dread-love the first great terror
And yet is love the universal friend :
And, (hear the choir of nature, man and God!)
He dreads himself-hates love he can't subdue-
And his dissociate earth, usurp'd and curst!
We cannot conclude better, than with the following noble passage from the notes.
"A man is supposed to improve by going out into the world, by visiting London. Artificial man does; he extends with his sphere, but alas! that sphere is microscopic. It is formed of minutiæ, and he surrenders his genuine vision to the artist, in order to embrace it in his ken. His bodily senses grow acute, even to barren and inhuman pruriency; while his mental become proportionally obtuse. The reverse is the man of mind. He who is placed in the sphere of nature and of God, might be a mock at Tattersall's and Brookes's, and a sneer at St. James's. He would certainly be swallowed alive by the first Pizarro, that crossed him :-But, when he walks along the river of Amazons; when he rests his eye on the unrivalled Andes; when he measures the long and watered Savannah; or contemplates from a sudden promontory, the distant, vast Pacific-and feels himself a freeman in this vast theatre, and commanding each ready produced fruit of this wilderness, and each progeny of this stream-His exaltation is not less than impe
rial. He is as gentle too as he is great: his emotions of tenderness keep pace with his elevation of sentiment; for he says, 'These were made by a good Being, who, unsought by me, placed me here to enjoy them.' He becomes at once, a child and a king. His mind is in himself; from hence he argues and from hence he acts; and he argues unerringly and acts magisterially: his mind in himself is also in his God; and therefore he loves, and therefore he soars. He knows where he is; his speculations do not outfly his practice; for he thinks he knows nothing but what he proves. The vast pride of discovering experimental philosophy cannot, indeed, be his; for discovery is precluded by incessant knowledge."
ART. XI.-Biographical Memoirs of Extraordinary Painters. Λόγος ἐςι ψευδὴς ἐικονίζων ἀλήθειαν.
Aphthonius Progymnas. Pr. London: Printed for J. Robson, New Bond-street. Cr. 8vo.
Some works derive a considerable portion of the interest attached to them from the character of the writer; an observation that will, in a certain degree, apply to the publication before us, which was one of the earliest literary efforts of the author of Caliph Vathek. It possesses, however, other claims on our attention, and, though obviously a juvenile production, is by no means deficient in interest, as will appear from the extracts which we shall proceed to lay before our readers.
In a short prefatory advertisement, the editor states himself to be in possession of some particulars relative to the author of these Memoirs," which might interest the curiosity of a respectable class of readers, and even prepossess them in favour of the publication. As, however, an impartial judgment on its merits is wished for, and the editor's availing himself of such an advantage, might suggest the idea of attempting to bias the public opinion, no communication of the sort is allowed. Permission could not be obtained to mention even the particular age at which the author wrote these pieces. It was in vain the editor's partiality for them, induced him to express something more than a hope that their merits with the public might rest little on that circumstance. For he has ever been persuaded that the success of the most admired productions of the ingenium præcox, at least in our own language, has been much more owing to their intrinsic worth than to the period of life at which they were written. His principal motive, could he