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precipitated ourselves not long ago,* as a negotiator-a minister abroad, by supplying our omissions, and cor. and Secretary of State at home, has recting our errors—(a subject upon not been collected. It may be found which the less we say, the better,) in the “ American State Papers ;" is without making any fuss about them. always able, and sometimes masterly. We have high authority for this Alston, WASHINGTON--the paint(when they venture upon such a This fine artist has written some thing as the voluntary correction of poetry ; and, we are sorry to say, a blunder-or a—we won't say what) one poem-called the “Paint King." -in our brethren of the Quarterly There are, certainly, two or three and Edinburgh Reviews.

fine passages in it; but we never Adams, HANNAH. This lady, if we knew whether Mr Alston is making are not mistaken, is a sister of John fun of M. G. Lewis, or imitating him; Adams, late President of the United whether he is caricaturing the extraStates. John Quincy Adams, of vagance of another, or playing off who we have already spoken, is, of his own under cover; whether he course, a nephew of hers. Women, is in earnest or not. As a painter,

upon as a privileged class; he knows very well that any such but some of their amusements, it can- equivocal disclosures of intention, or not be denied, are of a serious turn, design, would be the death of an ar—and some of their graver studies, tist, whatever were his merit, in othrather amusing. This lady, for ex- er matters. Nobody can mistake ample, has written a large book—and the purpose of the following lines ; a very useful book, too, for the lai- wherefore every body enjoys them : ty-which is called, A DICTIONARY

“ His whip was a torch, and his spur was OF RELIGIONS. We know nothing a match ; else of her as a writer : nor as a wo. And over his horse's left eye was a patch, man, except, perhaps, that she was To keep it from burning the manger. one of the most benevolent of human

His teeth were calcined, and his tongue creatures. We remember a little anecdote of her. She was remarkably it rattled against them, as though you

was so dry, absent. She set off one day, a-foot

should try and alone, to hear celebrated

To play the piano with thimbles.”— preacher : passed by the very door A touch, by the way, quite Shakof the meeting-house," within reach

spearean ; as, where the bard saysof his voice : made her


through the crowd assembled in the road ;

-" The poor beetle that we tread upon, and held on her way, until the strange, As when a giant dies.”

In coporeal sufferance finds a pang as great wild appearance of the road made her stop. A traveller overtook her. No doubt: but quere-how great a She inquired her way to the “ meet- pang does the poor beetle find, when ing-house :” expressed her astonish- a giant dies ? ment, when she learnt the truth : and Let us return. Caricature M. G, returned upon her steps,--passing by Lewis, if you will ; burlesque anythe door, as before, through the same body's poetry, and welcome : turn crowd,--and returned, as she went, what you please into ridicule ; butwithout having heard the preacher. in mercy to us--in mercy to your

ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY. In speak- self-let your purpose be unequivoing of this writer, lately, we said that cal. We may laugh in the wrong he had written only one book. The place, else ; and mistake your poe“ Letters from Silesia," which were try for nonsense. made into a book here, without au- The truth may be, perhaps, that thority, by a London bookseller, Mr Alston ran ashore, like many a were mere newspaper scribbling- good fellow before him, while trying The correspondence of Mr Adams, to steer two courses at once. Pers


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* Eee ATHENEUM, Vol. II. New Series, p. 351.

haps he began, with a serious design Beppo-what is Don Juan, but a carto manufacture some “ god-like poe

icature of Childe Harold ?—the very try ;" pushed on, with tolerable suc- point on which that incoherent poem cess, until he took fire; when, afraid was most vulnerable. And Mr of being laughed at, he put himself Moore's criticisms on his Lalla out. We have known many such Rookh, put into the mouth of Fadlacatastrophes. People begin serious- deen—what was that, but offering ly: say something, by and by; or do himself in such a way, that, if he something very extravagant-just on were rejected, we should never know the confines of the ridiculous-just whether he were serious or not? balancing between sublimity and bur- You are surprised. We could menlesque-when, afraid of having it tion fifty more of these contrivances, caricatured, or misrepresented, or to escape accountability and ridicule. mistaken-or tilted over, into the Point us out a single writer, of any gulf, by another, they even tilt it age—if you can—who has not been over themselves, and have the cred- guilty of them; or one, who has not it of it: like smugglers, who, when been diverted from his original dethe duties are high, and the informer sign, by accidental thoughts, rhymes, is well paid, inform against them- or mistaken scratches of a pen; like selves, and make money by the job; a painter, by a blot ; a captain, or a or, perhaps, Mr Alston began the chess-player, by an accidental move, poem in a frolic; worked away, hel- Point us out a single one, who, when ter-skelter, until he had written some- he is waggishly disposed, can bear thing more serious than he desired, to lose an eloquent or affecting pasand much better than he wished; sage, if it pop into his head ; or one, when, like many a living author, who, when he is running before the whom we could name-without pa- wind—with absolute poetry, every Lience or self-denial enough to pre- sail set—has enough self-denial to serve the idea, till it would come in hold on his way, in spite of a joke ; play-discretion enough to throw it one whomif it be good for anything, aside altogether; or dexterity enough will not find a place for it sooner or to interweave it, without spoiling the later—as he would, in chase, for a whole piece—he lugs it in, to the man overboard—for drift wood, with ruin of his original plan. Some po- great carbuncles growing to it—or ets, afraid of being caricatured by for a dolphin tumbling in his wake. others, take the trouble to caricature Long after the appearance of the themselves. If they run their head“ Paint King,” Mr Alston wrote against a post, they always begin the some lines upon the Peak of Chimlaugh. If they do anything very borazo, in which was one passage of foolish, they know well enough, that extraordinary power. He describes if they don't tell of it, somebody else it, after night-fall,—overtopping the will. Thus Homer, after his absurd other mountains-rejoicing in the comparison of armies to bees, pro- sun-set-and luminous with royalty. tected himself by his frogs and mice. " Thou of the purple robe and diadem of Thus Cowper, in his “Task," and “ Gilpin," laid an anchor to wind- he says :-a line worth his “ Paint ward.

Thus M. G. Lewis, in his King,"—the whole of it forty times “Giles Jollop the grave, and the over. Let no man venture to proBrown Sally Green, secured him- nounce positively upon the first self, and all his admirers, forever, movements of genius.

It is very from eternal ridicule.--It reminds us painful to us, of course, to allude of a friend's advice_“If you ever again to the Edinburgh castigation of offer yourself to a woman," said he, Lord Byron, (a castigation, by the “ do it so, that if she refuse you, she way, that made Lord Byron; but for herself shall never be able to tell that, he would, probably, have lived, whether

you were in earnest or not.” and been forgotten : that stung him So, too, with Lord Byron, What is into convulsive life;") but we won!

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warn every body on this point. It and remained quiet for a whole year. is in the history of all extraordinary His nature broke out anew, then : he

All have endured a like trial. made some fine sketches (of Cooke They are all exp. sed, in their infan- and Cooper the actors :) excited atcy, to a seasoning like that of the tention : his master tore up his inSpartan children. It is fatal to the dentures—let him go free ; and a weak--none but the offspring of the purse was made up, to send him over giants can outlive. H. 6 White the waters, for education. perished. Mr Alston, himself, had Critics, beware. Michael Angelo a picture shown to him one day. and the statue of the broken arm ; “What is your opinion ?-speak frec- the “ speaking picture :" the horse of ly, I pray you,” said a person to Appelles—of which the horse of Alhim. Mr A. declined. He was re-exander was a better judge than ally unwilling. The other insisted— Alexander himself: the picture in the “ It was the work of a young friend. market-place, daubed all over, one He must have Mr A.'s opinion.” day, for its beauty, by the critics ;

Well, then," said he—“ well, then, and all over, the next, for its faultito deal plainly with you—it is a ness, by the same critics : the Chatwretched affair. There is no ground terton papers : the Shakspeare pafor hope--not even for hope. Let pers (by a boy of seventeen :) the him give up the idea. He never can Angerstein picture, chosen, we bemake a painter."'-_-6 It was painted lieve, by Mr West and Sir Thomas by yourself.”-“ No !impossible.” Lawrence: What are all these, but

look there is your so many warnings to you? name ; and here-see-here is the Barlow, Joel. Author of the Codate-only seven years ago, you per- LUMBIAD, a prodigious poem, with ceive."

nothing in it so bad-so miserably Another warning to those who give bad- -as one may find in almost every out a rash judgment upon the youth- page of Milton : with many passages, ful. Many a brave heart has been bro- which, if such kind of poetry were ken by the hasty word of a critic; not entirely done with, in this world and many a critic has persevered -and forever (we hope)—would be like the lawgivers of the Medes end thought very good : and-and-and Persians--in maintaining every de- that is all. We can't, for our souls, cree, right or wrong, after it had once work out another word in favour of

the poem-whatever we may, conMr Leslie, himself, is another ex- cerning the poet—who was really a ample. While he was yet an appren- very good sort of a man--very hontice, in a book-store, his mother, find- est—and very American : although ing that his heart was fixed upon he did give up the ghost at the chadrawing, consulted with Mr Rem- riot-wheels of Napoleon Buonaparte, brant Peale, the historical and por-, while tugging after him, in his Rustrait painter. No," -- said Mr sian expedition. Peale, who is a man of ten thousand, Barton, Dr. A writer of considfor honesty—“ no, madam. Ours is erable merit ; and author, among a miserable business, at best. There other works, of one, upon MEDICAL is nothing remarkable in these little BOTANY, the reputation of which is sketches by your son. Advise him high among men of science. to give up the notion altogether : dis- BIGELOW-Author of a late work courage him. Even if he should suc- on the MediCAL BOTANY of North ceed : if he should be able to paint America. The plan was comprehenas good a picture as I do; he will only sive : and the parts, which we have he as I am—after a long life of labour, met with, accidentally, have been miserably poor.” Such was the effect worthily done. The undertaking of this advice-well meant, and seri- and execution are honorable to the ously given--that Mr Leslie returned, country. like a galley slave, to the counter ;

(To be continued.)

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You remember the maid whose dark brown hair,

And her brow, where the finger of beauty
Had written her name, and had stamped it there,

Till it made adoration a duty.

But she wandered away from the home of her youth,

One spring ere the roses were blown ;
For she fancied the world was a temple of truth,

And she judged of all hearts by her own.
She fed on a vision, she lived on a dream,

And she followed it over the wave ;
She sought where the moon has a milder gleam,
For a home--and they gave her—a grave!


THE imagination of a youthful paths of reality, and are merely frai

poet could scarcely picture a though beautiful creations of the poet's more lovely spot than that chosen for or describer's mind. Those who the cottage of old Richard Alleyn. have taken a more extended view of It was bosomed in one of the wildest human nature, will draw a line beand most romantic vallies of North tween those two extremes. If they Wales : on each side rose high and have read the book of life as attenlofty mountains, some with dark, bar- tively as the narrator, they will agree ren surfaces, others clothed with with him that there are many parts of beautiful and luxuriant verdure, while the south and west of England, where on the one immediately before the the primitive simplicity and open cottage dashed a swift and wide tor- frankness that early distinguished its rent, which, like the energies of an inhabitants above the rude barbariambitious man, seemed to regard no ans of the north, are yet to be found, obstacle, but carried every thing tri- though not perhaps blooming as unumphantly before it. The valley tarnished as before the innovations itself was the picture of primitive and luxuries of foreign manners crept simplicity, and the cottage was one in and laid the foundation to the which a spirit were he exiled in this gradual decay of its national characunder world from the realms of the ter. Had the cynical traveller beblest, might have chosen for his home. held the cottage of Alleyn in the So simple, so unadorned, except by spring time of the year, when the the lavish hand of nature, it greeted damask roses were hiding with their the traveller's eye ; and afforded to blushing heads its humble exterior ; it

a most pleasing relief after gazing when the eglantine and jessamine on the rapid torrent before the dwell- strove to surpass in luxuriance if they ing, which resembled too closely the could not in beauty, their queen-like never-ceasing anxiety and bustle of sister ; he would have paused ere he the world ; while the still and quiet asserted that deceit and treachery habitation seemed the home of hap- could exist in a home which seemed piness and peace, and all the kindlier the dwelling-place of the best fruits aflections of our nature.

of the heart. It appeared as if naThose whose travels have been ture pitied the neglects of fortune, confined to the city which gave them and gave to the possessor those gifts birth, are too apt to imagine that the around his dwelling which the richpictures of rural beauty and simplicity est inhabitant of the proudest city which we meet with in poetry and might envy, but which all his wealth romance are not to be found in the could not obtain.

2 ATHENEUM, VOL. 3. · 2d series.

If all seemed peace, happiness and nature of its clime, or the want of love without, it was but a just em- proper nourishment, it gradually deblem of the interior of the cottage. cays and enjoys a sweet but ephemeIts inhabitants consisted of the aged ral existence. possessor and his daughter, his only It was in the same cottage that child. Ellen was the beloved of his Alleyn and the partner of his felicity heart, for she was the surviving gave up the tumultuous cares and pledge of a hapless, though romantic heartless enjoyments of the world for affection, which, though it gilded his the calm and quiet seclusion of domaturer years with the sunshine of mestic life. Ellen was their only contentment, yet destroyed those child, she was the child of their hope visionary hopes which the hey-day of and their affections, and the harbinyouth had created. The story of ger of happiness their declining years Alleyn may be related in a few were continually pointing at. She words: he was one of those fortunate was to them the solace of the past, beings who are said (by way of ex- the joy of the present, and the hope cellence) to have married love; of the future. How can the enfeebled in the eyes of the world, a most ridi- narrator relate the delicious transculous sacrifice, but to those who ports of the parents, as with silent dehave studied the human heart more light they watched over their daughattentively, a better and surer secu- ter as she increased equally in beauty rity of happiness than any road the and in age. Each day brought to finger-post of highly excited youth them a dearer joy, for it brought to and hope could point out. To mar- light some new charm or grace that ry for love, signifies to marry for no before she was not possessed of, or other consideration whatever. Where hidden from their admiring sight. neither rank, titles, wealth, the influ- The mother of Ellen was a most acence of family connexions, and, in complished woman, and though it was short, no selfish feeling can have any impossible that her daughter could recommand; but an interchange of af- ceive all the advantages of education fection, a sacrifice to the opinion of she herself possessed, yet she impartthe world ; a determination to make ed to her sufficient to keep her mental up in the society of the object of charms in keeping with her personthei affections, all those enjoymenis al endowments. In this delightful and expectations they have resigned task, this amiable woman was called to obtain the wishes of their heart. from the arms of her doating hus

Novelists would fain make us ima- band and child, to that licaven, which gine that love is to be found only in alone was superior to the one she the regions of Grosvenor and Port- already had enjoyed. The fostering man squares, that it must be fostered of Ellen, the bringing her up in those in the lap of afluence, and rocked in paths which his deceased wife so the cradle of splendor. They know eminently graced, had now become not that it is independent of geogra- the only consolation her loss had left phy; it palpitates as deeply beneath the afflicted widower. the russet gown of the hardy cottager, Years passed away and left with as in the bosom of the sickly votary the old man resignation and contentof fashion, whose brow is clasped by ment. The virtues of his departed a coronet. But love is a flower which wife rendered her always alive in his must have the free and balmy air of memory, and his soul was too much retirement and seclusion, where its devoted to Providence to repine at fragile tendrils may acquire strength his decrees Ellen had now attained and vigour to cling with permanency. her seventeenth year, and with it all In ihe forced air of palaces and draw- the beauty and grace that could posing rooms, it is like an exotic whose sibly adorn that delightful period of beauty and novelty delights its owner life. The reader may reconcile this for a while, but from the ungenerous to his mind as the usual description

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