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No. 2661. – July 6, 1895.
Blackwood's Magazine, III. ITALIAN DISUNION. By Jos. Crook
Nineteenth Century, .
Gentleman's Magazine, IX. THE “Isles OF SAFETY,'
Public Opinion, .
POETRY. THE VIRGIN'S WREATH,
2 | WILD FLOWERS, " How HAPPY THE SON is of Disia,”: 21AT THE LAST,
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THE VIRGIN'S WREATH.
WILD FLOWERS. I Am a maiden sad and lonely.
Oh, beautiful blossoms, pure and sweet, Courted I was by a squire's son,
Agleam with dew from the country ways, Early and late he waited only
To me, at work in a city street, Until my innocent heart he won.
You bring fair visions of bygone days –
Glad days, when I hid in a mist of green Easterly winds why do they whistle,
To watch spring's delicate buds unfold ; And tear the green leaves from the tree,
And all the riches I cared to glean And shred and strew the heads of thistle ?
Were daisy silver and buttercup gold. All flowers are bent and broke like me. O hearken to the cocks a-crowing,
'Tis true you come of a lowly race, The daylight pale will soon appear,
Nursed by the sunshine, fed by the But in my grave I'm nothing knowing
showers; If it be day or darkness drear.
And yet you are heirs to a nameless grace
Which I fail to find in my hothouse A garland bind with silver laces,
flowers ; Of rosemary and camomile,
And you breathe on me with your honeyed Of mint and rue and water-cresses,
lips, And hang it in the church's aisle.
Till in thought I stand on the wind( when my love o' Sunday morning
swept fells, Doth come and worship in his pew,
Where the brown bees hum o'er the ferny He'll think of me with thoughts unscorn- dips, ing,
Or ring faint peals on the heather bells. That he was false and I was true,
I close my eyes on the crowded street,
I shut my ears to the city's roar,
And am out in the open with flying feet How happy the son is of Dima ; no sorrow
Off, off to your emerald haunts once
more ! For him is designed, He is having, this hour, round his own Kill But the harsh wheels grate on the stones
below, in Durrow
And a sparrow chirps at the murky pane, The wish of his mind.
And my bright dreams fade in an overflow The sound of the wind in the elms, like the Of passionate longing and tender pain. strings of
Chambers' Journal. E. MATHESON. A harp being played, The note of the blackbird that claps with
the wings of
Delight in the glade.
AT THE LAST.
It is thy wife! O, husband, let me in ! At earliest dawn,
I am aweary, and the way was hard ; On the brink of the summer the pigeons The snow was deep, the way was hard to are cooing
win ; And doves in the lawn.
I fell before thy gate against me barr'd. Three things am I leaving behind me, the o let me in ! it is thy weary wife,
Hitherward following with wounded feet, very
To find thee here, and lose the pain of life.
And my despair no hope, when thou wert
o, love, from out my darkness to thy light. Yet my visit and feasting with Comgall And now for me, for me, the dawn at last ! have eased me
For me the rapture of the end of night ! At Cainneach's right hand,
Downfall’n my husband's silent house beAnd all but thy government Erin has fore, pleased me,
He hears me not - then Death undo the Thou waterfall land.
door. Irish Song Book. COLUMKILLE.
From Temple Bar. that openly advocated tyrannicide, and WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.
could scarcely be restrained from chalHOWEVER we may account for the lengiug Lord John Russell for some unpopularity of Landor's writings, and fancied slight to a remote, and perhaps it is no very difficult matter to do this, doubtful, ancestor. No man ever exit has always seemed to us strange that pressed greater confidence in himself, the public have shown so little interest or had a profounder belief in the power iu Landor, the man. There is a com- and durability of his own work, yet, mon complaint against the biographies because a publisher refused to print of meu of letters that they are, with “ Count Julian,'' he burned the mapufew exceptions, insufferably dull read. script of another tragedy he had in ing. Aud the cause of this is not far hand, and declared his intention to to seck. If an author has put the best abandon poetry forever. A professed of himself into his books, he has, as a follower of Epicurus, his whole life rule, left his biographer little to tell. was destructive of happiness and All his adventures have probably been, peace. His temperament was too strong like the Vicar of Wakefield's by the for his philosophy. He was removed fireside, all his migrations from the fron Rugby to save expulsion, was blue bed to the brown. No such com- rusticated at Oxford, had quarrelled plaint, however, can be made against with his father, and turned his back on the biography of Walter Savage · Lan- the paternal home forever,"
" before dor. The most exacting reader must be bad reached the age of twenty. Yet admit that Mr. Forster had a very good he was capable of great tenderness of story to tell — although he may with feeling and of firm friendship. The justice complain of the lumbering way two years that elapsed between the in which that pompous gentleman told Rugby episode and his residence at it. Mr. Sidney Colvin bas told the Trinity College, Oxford, were passed story more briefly, but more brightly, in the house of Dr. Langley, of Ashand with a tighter critical grasp, in his bourne, between whom and his hotlittle volume of the “ English Men of headed pupil there sprang up a devoted Letters " series. Few men - few men attachment. Landor referred to this of letters, certainly – have been so in after years in the most affectionate happily circumstanced as Landor ; few spirit. In the conversation of Izaak have done more to make shipwreck of Walton, Cotton, and Oldways, Walton their lives, and to bring disaster on all says of “the good parson of Ashwith whom they were convected. bourne,” whom Landor informs the
“I never did a single wise thing," reader, in a note, is the Dr. Langley of are his own words, “in the whole his school-days : " He wants nothing, course of my existence, although I yet he keeps the grammar-school, and have written many which have been is ready to receive, as private tutor, thought such."
any young gentleman in preparation On the surface, Landor's character for Oxford or Cambridge ; but only appears an odd mixture of opposing, one. They live like princes, converse and even mutually destructive, ele- like friends, and part like lovers." ments. A man of strong aristocratic Some good friends attempted a recsympathies, he had unbounded onciliation with his family, and arhatred of tyranny and oppression in rangements were ultimately made by any form ; a lover of peace and quiet which he received an allowance of meditation, his entire career was a £150 a year, with freedom to do as he series of contests ; to a nature of such pleased. The next three years were rare gentleness that he never plucked passed in reading, writing poetry, and a flower, nor took a bird's nest, nor, making love, among the Welsh hills. after once finding a wounded bird, ever Some experiments in journalism were used his gun for sport, was joined an made in London, chiefly at the instigaimpetuosity and uncurbed vehemencetion of the celebrated Dr. Parr, with
whom acquaintance had been made ; generations. Health, genius, honor, are but Landor never had any serious the words inscribed on some ; on others are thought of entering any of the profes- disease, fatuity, and infamy. sions, and this, more than any other,
The wife was many years younger would have been peculiarly distasteful than her husband, and the marriage to him. On his father's death he suc- proved anything but a happy one. For ceeded to a good property. His pext a little while, however, all went well. experiment was of a military character. The young couple entertained guests at Roused to enthusiasm by the Spanish Llanthony, the first to come being resistance to Napoleon, Landor started Southey and his wife. Landor wrote a off to Spain, and proclaimed that he great deal of Latin verse, and published would equip at his own cost, and ac- a volume of English poetry. Meancompany to the field, a thousand volun- time, trouble was brewing among his teers. He did so, and while on the levants and neighbors. “The earth march with men to join Blake's army, contains no race of human beings so took occasion to quarrel with the En- totally vile and worthless the glish envoy, Stuart. He saw no fight. Welsh,” he writes, with characteristic ing, and after the Convention of Cintra vehemence. His chief trouble was was signed, came home as filled with caused by an English tenant, who had disgust as he had previously been with made use of Southey's name as an inenthusiasm. In 1809 he bought the troduction ; a man who knew absoruined priory and estate of Llanthony, lutely nothing of farming, and who having disposed of other property to leagued himself with the Welshnjen to assist him in the purchase. Here he annoy and defraud their eccentric landproposed to live the life of a country lord. His reuts were not paid, his gentleman. The building of a new game was poached, his cedar plantamansion commenced ; the old tions were damaged, and, in a little ruius were to be reverently restored. while, he found himself involved in Gangs of men were soon at work mak- innumerable lawsuits. A local attoring roads and bridle paths through the ney who had made himself peculiarly valley. Agriculture was to be raised to obnoxious he publicly thrashed, and the a high standard, sheep were imported man brought a criminal action against froin Segovia, and the surrouuding him. In the course of a few years he country was to be made lovelier with had sunk a fortune in his Llanthony plantations of Landor's favorite trec, property, and, when at last his suit for the cedar of Lebanon. That he ought the recovery of two thousand pounds to live within the limits of his income from the defaulting Englishman was was a notion that never occurred to decided in his favor, he was, finanLandor. While all this was going ou, cially, a ruined man. He determined it chanced that he met a young lady at to go abroad. His personal property a ball in Bath, and as soon as he set was realized, and the Llanthony estate eyes on her, exclaimed : “By heaven! vested in trustees. His mother's lifethat's the prettiest girl iu the room ; charge entitled her to the position of I'll marry her.” And marry her he chief creditor, and under her managedid. Such was the precipitate action ment the estate became more prosperof the man who could philosophize on ous, and was made to yield Landor an marriage thus :
income of something like sixteen hunDeath itself to the reflecting mind is less to France ; his wife disliked the plan,
dred pounds a year. He desired to go serious than marriage. The elder plant is
and objected. A quarrel ensued, durcut down that the younger may have room to flourish : a few tears drop into the loosing the process of which she taunted ened soil, and buds and blossoms spring him, in the presence of her sister, with over it. Death is not even a blow, is not the disparity of their years, with the even a pulsation ; it is a pause. But mar- result that next morning Landor set riage unrolls the awful lot of numberless sail for France in an oyster boat, alone.
He believed they were parted forever, matic scenes ; one or two volumes of and proposed to reserve for himself minor poems; some Latin verses, of 1601. a year, and make over all the rest interest to none but scholars ; aud a of his income to his wife. In a little “Commentary on the Memoirs of Mr. while, hearing that she had been very Fox," a book described by those who ill since their parting, and had suffered have seen it as a masterly performmuch on account of it, we find him ance, but withdrawn from circulation writing her an affectionate letter; a almost as soon as published. reconciliation was effected, and she Landor's title to notice, up to this shortly joined her husband at Tours. date, was that he had been one of the In September, 1815, they set out for leaders in the new movement of EnItaly, and settled down for three years glish poetry – the movement identified at Como. Here he passed a quiet with the names of Wordsworth and time, making but few acquaintances, Coleridge. " Gebir" appeared in the and seeing no friends, except Southey, same year as the “ Lyrical Ballads," who came for a short visit in the sum- and to any one able to read the signs mer of 1817. In 1818 his stay was of the times, bore as unmistakable evibrought to an abrupt close. An Italian dence as they did that a new era of poet, named Monti, had published English poetry was at hand. Landor some verses on England, which roused had gone back to the old masters of Landor's ire, and he printed some scur- harmony, and had imbibed much of rilous Latin verses on Monti. Monti their music. Few people, nowadays, summoned him for libel. Landor have read a line of the verse which thereupon wrote to threaten the magis- was in fashion at the end of the last trate with a thrashing, and for this was century, and the beginning of this, so ordered to quit the country. He re- we need make no apology for quoting a tired at his leisure, and established passage from Hayley's “ Triumphs of himself at Pisa, which became his Temper,” by way of specimen — and home for the next three years. We no unfavorable specimen — of the kind cannot wonder that the Italians failed of thing that did duty for poetry in to understand this imperious and ec- those days. A young lady, named centric Englishman. Strange stories Serena, has completed her toilet, and about him were current among the people. He was believed to have chal. Now in full charms descends the finished lenged the secretary of legation for fair, whistling in the street when Mrs. Lan- For now the morning banquet claims her dor passed ; to have walked up to the
care ; judges in a court of justice, with a bag Her sire impatient sits and chides his tardy
Already at the board with viands piled, of dollars in his band, asking how
child. much was necessary to obtain him a On his imperial lips rude hunger reigns, favorable verdict; to have thrown bis And keener politics usurp his brains : cook out of window, for neglect of a But when her love-inspiring voice he hears, dinner, and while the man lay moaning When the soft magic of her smile appears, on the ground with a broken limb, thrust In that glad moment he at once forgets his head out with the exclamation, His empty stomach, and the nation's “Good God, I forgot the violets !"
debts : At this time Landor was forty-six He bends to nature's more divine controul, years of age, and as yet had produced And only feels the father in his soul. pone of the work which is most char Quick to his hand behold her now present acteristic of his genius, and on which The Indian liquor of celestial scent !
Not with more grace the nectar'd cup is bis fame as an English classic must rest. He had published “ Gebir," a By rose-lipp'd Hebe to the Lord of heaven.
given narrative poem in blank verse ;
While her fair hands a fresh libation pour, Julian, a Tragedy,” afterwards more Fashion's loud thunder shakes the soundcorrectly described as a series of dra