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dizing as that other whole place—the hesi- | Here it is—I was laughing at you—in my tation of Jupiter whether he shall vioLATE sleeve. FATE, in order to save his own Aesh and BULLER. Another Herman Boaz!-Bless blood from its decreed stroke—the consola- my eyes, there is Kilchurn! It must betory device of Juno (in remonstrating and there is no other such huge Castle, surely, dissuading) that he shall send Apollo to call at the head of the Loch—and no other such Death and Sleep—a God-messenger to God- mountainsministers—to bear the dead body from the North. You promised solemnly, sir, not battle-field to his own land and kin for due to say a single word about Loch Awe or its obsequies. And, lastly, those drops of blood appurtenance, this Evening-so did every which fall from the sky to the earth, as if mother's son of us at your order—and 'twas the heart-tears of the Sire of all the worlds well—for we have seen them and felt them and their inhabitants.

all—at times not the less profoundly—as the Buller. You are always great, sir, on visionary pomp keeps all the while gliding Homer. But, pray, have you any intention slowly by-perpetual accompaniment of our of returning to the αυταρκεια ?

discourse, not uninspired, perhaps, by the North. Ha! Buller-do you speak ? I beauty or the grandeur, as our imagination have not wandered from it. But since you was among the ideal creations of genius seem to think I have, think of Patroclus with the far-off in place and in time—with lighting a fire under a tripod with his own generations and empires. hands, to boil meat for Achilles' guests—of Achilles himself helping to lay the ransomed “ When dark oblivion swallows cities up, body of Hector on the car that was to take And mighty States, characterless, are grated it away. This last is honorific and pathetic. To dusty nothing." Ministrations of all degrees for themselves, in their own affairs, characterize them all. SEWARD. In the declining light I wonder From the least of these to Achilles fighting your eyes can see to read print. the River-God—which is an

excess—all North. My eyes are at a loss with Small holds together—is of one meaning—and Pica—but veritable Pica I can master, yet, here, as everywhere, the least, and the fa- after sunset. Indeed, I am sharpest-sighted miliar, and most homely, attests, vouches, by twilight, like a cat or an owl. makes evident, probable, and facile to cre BULLER. Have you any more annotations dence, the highest, most uncouth, remote, on Alison ? and difficult otherwise of acceptation. Pitch NORTH. Many. The flaws are few. I ing the speculation lower, plenitude of the verily believe these are all. To elucidate his most robust, ardent, vigorous life overflows Truths-in Taste and in Morals-would rethe Iliad-up from the animal to the divine quire from us Four a far longer Dialogue.

- from the beautiful tall poplar by the river- Alison's Essays should be reprinted in one side, which the wheelwright or wainwright Pocket Volume-Wisdom and Goodness are fells. Eating, drinking, sleeping, thrusting in that family hereditary—the editing would through with spears, and hacking the live be a Work of Love-and in Bohn's Standard flesh off the bone-all go together and help Library they would confer benefit on thouone another-and make the “ · Majesty and sands who now know but their name. Dignity”-or what not—of the Homeric Seward. My dear sir, last time we voyEpos. But I see, Buller, that you are time- aged the Loch, you said a few words--pering me—and I am ashamed to confess that haps you may remember it-about those I have exceeded the assigned limit. Gen-philosophers - Alison—the “ Man of Taste," tlemen, I ask all your pardons.

Thomas Campbell loved to call him—assurBULLER. Timeing you—my dear sir ! Look edly is not of the number--who have insisted –’tis only my snuff-box-your own gift- on the natural Beauty of Virtue, and natural with your own haunted Head on the lid—in Deformity of Vice, and have appeared to place spired work of Laurence Macdonald. our capacity of distinguishing Right from

North. Give it me—why there—there Wrong chiefly, if not solely, on the sense of by your own unhappy awkwardness—it has this Beauty and of this Deformitygone-gone—to the bottom of the deepest North. I remember saying, my dear Separt of the Loch!

ward, that they have drawn their views too Buller. I don't care. It was my chro much from the consideration of the state of nometer! The Box is safe.

these feelings in men who had been long exerNorth. And so is the Chronometer. cised in the pure speculative contemplation of

moral Goodness and Truth, as well as in the , and trying situations and in conflict with calmness and purity of a tranquil, virtuous passions, there can be no doubt that the Imaglife. Was it so?

ination will give itself up to this general MoSEWARD. It was.

ral Cast of Mind, and feel Beauty and DeNORTH. In such minds, when all the calm formity vividly and uniformly in the contemfaculties of the soul are wedded in happy plation of the moral quality of actions and union to the image of Virtue, there is, I have moral states of character. no doubt, that habitual feeling for which the SEWARD. But your words imply-do they term Beauty furnishes a natural and just not, sir ? that such is the temper of their expression. But I apprehend that this is calmer minds, and not the emotion which is not the true expression of that serious and known when, from any great act of Virtue or solemn feeling which accompanies the under Crime, which comes suddenly upon them, standing of the qualities of Moral Action in their Moral Spirit rises up in its native strength, the minds of the generality of men. They to declare its own Affection and its own Judgwho, in the midst of their own unhappy ment ? perversions, are visited with knowledge of North. Just so. Besides, my excellent those immutable distinctions, and they who, friend, if you consider well the feeling in the ordinary struggles and trials incident which takes possession of us, on contemplatto our condition, maintain their conduct in ing some splendid act of heroic and selfunison with their strongly-grounded principles devoting Virtue, we shall find that the sort and better aspirations, would seldom, I appre- of enthusiastic transport which may kindle hend, employ this language for the descrip: towards him who has performed it, is not tion of feelings which can hardly be separated perfectly a moral transport at all; but it is from the ideas of an awful responsibility a burst of love and admiration. Take out, involving the happiness and misery of the then, from any such emotion, what Imagacountable subjects of a moral order of ination, and Love, and Sympathy have supGovernment.

plied, and leave only what the Moral Spirit SEWARD. You think, sir, that to assign recognizes of Moral Will in the act, and you this perception of Beauty and Deformity, as will find that much of that dazzling and splenthe groundwork of our Moral Nature, is to did Beauty which produced the transport of rest on too slight a foundation that part of loving admiration is removed. man's constitution which is first in importance SEWARD. And if so, sir, then must it be to his welfare ?

very important that we should not deceive NORTH. Assuredly, my dear friend, I do. ourselves, and rely upon the warmth of emoNay, I do not fear to say that the Emotion, tion we may feel towards generous and heroic which

may properly be termed a Feeling of actions as evidence of the force of Moral Beauty in Virtue, takes place at those times Principle in our own breasts, which requires when the deepest affection of our souls to to be ascertained by a very different testwards Good and Evil acts less strongly, and Norri. Ay, Seward ; and it is important when the Emotion we feel is derived more also, that we should learn to acknowledge from Imagination-and

and to respect, in those who, without the SEWARD. And may I venture to suggest, capacity of such vivid feelings, are yet consir, that as Imagination, which is so strong a scientiously faithful to the known Moral Law, principle in our minds, will take its temper the merit and dignity of their Moral Obedience. from any prevalent feelings, and even from We must allow to Virtue, my dearest Seward, any fixed and permanent habits of mind, so our all that is her due—her countenance beautiful Feeling of Beauty and Deformity shall be in its sweet serenity—her voice gentle and different to different men, either accord- mild-her demeanor graceful—and a simple ing to the predominant strength of natural majesty in the flowing folds of her stainless principles, or according to their course of raiment. So may we picture her to our imaglife?

ination, and to our hearts. But we must beNORTH. Even so. And therefore this ware of making such abstractions fantastic and general disposition of Imagination to receive visionary, lesť we come at last to think of its character will apply, no doubt, where the emotions of Virtue and Taste as one and the prevailing feelings and habits are of a Moral same—a fatal error indeed—and that would cast; and hence in minds engaged in calm | rob human life of much of its melancholy intellectual speculation, and maintaining their grandeur. The beauty of Virtue is but the own moral nature rather in innocence and smile on her celestial countenance—and may simplicity of life than in the midst of difficult | be admired—loved—by those who hold but

little communion with her inner heart and wonder and will worship. Think how Poet, it may be overlooked by those who pay to is dumb and Sculptor lame, who foreknows her the most devout worship.

that what he would sing, what he would carve, Talboys. Methinks, sir, that the moral will neither be felt nor understood. emotion with which we regard actions great BULLER. The Religion of a people furly right or greatly wrong, is no transport; nishes the sympathy which both pays und apit is an earnest, solemn feeling of a mind plauds. knowing there is no peace for living souls, TALBOYS. And Religion affords to the except in their Moral Obedience, and there Artist in Words or Forms the highest Forms fore receiving a deep and grateful assurance of Thought—sublime, beautiful, solemnof the peace of one soul more, in witnessing withal the sense of Aspiration—possibly of its adherence to its virtue; and the pain Inspiration. which is suffered from crime is much more NORTH. And it guards Philosophy-and allied to sorrow, in contemplating the wilful preserves it, by spiritual influence, from dedeparture of a spirit from its only possible gradation worse than death. The mind is Good, than to those feelings of repugnance first excited into activity through the impresand hate which characterize the temper of our sions made by external objects on the senses. common human emotion towards crimes offer- The French metaphysicians-pretending to ing violence and outrage to humanity. follow Locke-proceeded to discover in the

North. I believe that, though darkness mind a mere compound of Sensations, and lies round and about us seeking to solve such of Ideas drawn from Sensations. Sensations, questions, a feeling of deep satisfaction in and Ideas that were the Relics of Sensawitnessing the adherence to Moral Rectitude, tions--nothing more. and of deep pain in witnessing the departure Talboys. And thus, sir, by degrees, the from it, are the necessary results of a moral Mind appeared to them to be nothing else sensibility; but taken in their elementary sim- than a product of the body—say rather a plicity, they have, I think, a character distinct state of the body. from those many other emotions which will NORTH. A self-degradation, my friend, necessarily blend with them, in the heart of which to the utmost removes the mind from one human being looking upon the actions God. And this Creed was welcome to those of another__" because that we have all one to whom the belief in Him was irksome. That human heart."

which we see and touch became to such PhiTALBOYS. Who can doubt that Religion losophers the whole of Reality. Deity—the infuses power and exaltation into the Arts? Relation of the Creation to the Creator—the The bare History teaches this. In Greece, hope of a Futurity beyond the grave-vanPoetry sang of Gods, and of Heroes, in whose ished from the Belief of Materialists living in, transactions Gods moved. Sculpture mould and by, and to-Sensation. ed forms which were attempted expreses- Seward. And with what a horrid

symsions of Divine Attributes. Architecture

pathy was the creed welcomed ! constructed Temples. De facto the Grecian North. Ay, Seward, I who lived nearer Arts rose out of Religion. And were not the time-perhaps better than you can--the same Arts, of revived Italy, religious ? know the evil. Not in the schools alone, or

BULLER. They all require for their founda- in the solitude of philosophical thought, the tion and support a great pervading sympathy doctrine of an arid speculation circulated, -some Feeling that holds a whole national like a thin and unwholesome blood, through breast. This is needed to munificently defray- the veins of polite literature ; not in the ing the Costlier Arts--no base consideration schools alone, but in the gorgeous


gay at bottom. For it is a life-bond of this life, saloons, where the highly-born, the courtly, that is freely dropped, when men freely and and the wealthy, winged the lazy hours with generously contribute their means to the light or dissolute pleasures--there the Phihonor of Religion. There is sentiment in losophy which fettered the soul in the pleasopening your purse.

ing bands of the Senses, which plucked it SEWARD. Yes, Buller--without that senti- back from a feared immortality, which opened ment no man can love noble Art. The true, a gulf of infinite separation between it and deep, grand support of Genius is the confi- its Maker, was cordially entertained—there dence of universal sympathy. Homer sings it pointed the jest and the jibe. Skepticism because Greece listens. Phidias pours out a study--the zeal of Unbelief! Principles his soul over marble, gold, and ivory, because of false thought appeared suddenly and widehe knows that at Olympia united Greece will I ly as principles of false passion and of false

· action. Doubts, difficulties, guesses, fine its close_Impiety was the name of the Giant

spinnings of the perverse brain, seized upon whom these throes of the convulsed earth the temper of the times--became the springs had borne into the day, and down together of public and popular movements—engines went Throne and Altar. But where are we? of political change. The Venerations of Time BULLER. At the river mouth. were changed into Abominations. A Will NORTH. What! at home. strong to overthrow--hostile to Order- BULLER. See the Tent-Lights—hear the anarchical—" intended siege and defiance to Tent-Music. Heaven.” The irreligious Philosophy of the NORTH. Your arm, Talboys—till I disemcalmer time now bore its fruits. The Century bark. Up to the Mount I shall then climbing had prepared the explosion that signalized I unassisted but by the Crutch.


A NEGRO, who had run away from his , plexion of the villain, whom (having seldops master in South Carolina, arrived in London seen a negro) he took for the devil! The in an American ship. Soon after he landed, murderer then disengaged himself from the he got acquainted with a poor, honest laun- grasp of the nephew, and succeeded in dress, in Wapping, who washed his linen. making his escape through the chimney. But This poor woman usually wore two gold the nephew believed, and ever afterwards rings on one of her fingers, and it was said declared, that it was the devil with whom he she had saved a little money, which induced had struggled, and who had subsequently this wretch to conceive the design of murder- flown into the air and disappeared. The ing her, and taking her property. She was negro, in the course of the struggle, had a widow, and lived in an humble dwelling besmeared the young man's shirt in many with her nephew. One night her nephew places with the blood of his vietim; and this, came home much intoxicated, and was put joined with other circumstances, induced to bed. The negro, who was aware of the his neighbors to consider the nephew as the circumstance, thought this would be a favor- murderer of his aunt. He was arrested, able opportunity for executing his bloody examined, and committed to prison, though design. Accordingly, he climbed up to the he persisted in asserting his innocence, and top of the house, stripped himself naked, told his story of the midnight visitor, which and descended through the chimney to the appeared not only improbable, but ridiculous apartment of the laundress, whom he mur in the extreme. He was tried, convicted, dered—not until after a severe struggle, the and executed, protesting to the last his total noise of which awoke her drunken nephew ignorance of the murder, and throwing it in the adjoining room, who got up and wholly on his black antagonist, whom he hastened to the rescue of his aunt. In the believed to be no other than Satan. The meantime the villain had cut off the finger real murderer was not suspected, and rewith the rings; but before he could escape, turned to America with bis little booty; but he was grappled with by the nephew, who, he, after a wretched existence of ten years, being a very powerful man, though much on his death-bed confessed the murder, and intoxicated, very nearly overpowered him; related the particulars attending it.-Bostos when, by the light of the moon, which shone Mercantile Journal. through the window, he discovered the com

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The last of the “ Adelphi” is no more Smith, “I am James the first; he must abthe last of the brothers who first rendered dicate ; I reigned here before he came." their writings popular in the “Rejected Ad James was a well-looking man, but having dresses.” Both were clever men and piquant a little of that stiffness of bearing which often writers, but Horace Smith is something be- attaches to a life of uniformity, with comyond this. He possessed talents of a wider paratively circumscribed habits. He was a scope than James, who preceded him to the constant and keen observer of city manners, grave in 1839; his views were more extend- and the foibles of many of the citizens he ed; he was more intellectually accomplished, made the subject of harmless ridicule. We had seen much more of the world, and say harmless, for there was never the smallthought deeper. James was a wit, an est portion of ill-nature in his satirical agreeable companion, possessed of a fine touches. He smote the folly, but spared vein of humor, but circumscribed in the ex the man; a mode much more effectual in the tent of his information, and, as a natural con way of reformation, than that severity of sequence, more concentrated in himself. censure which awakens the resistance of James selected his subjects for the most part self-love. His pieces, collected and published within the circle in which he moved and con- by his brother, whom we have just lost, fully tinued to move through life. A happy point exhibit this view of his nature. A prevalent well made, it was his delight to repeat at foible, a trivial display of vanity, a trait of the dinner-table or in the evening party, self-indulgence, an epicurean inclination, or His jokes, and excellent they were, thrown any little peculiarity, being the subject, he off among convivial friends—in short, society, generally handled it as briefly as possible, cheerfulness, and its accompaniments-con- and most probably worked the whole point stituted the summum of his life's pleasures. out in his mind before he committed it to His frame was not active; his bachelor hab- paper. It may be questioned if anything he its and dinings-out rendered him a subject ever wrote cost him more than one sitting. for the gout, to which disorder he ultimately The closing line or two, or the last stanza, fell a victim. From his office in Austin Fri- wound up what he called “his moral.' ars to his residence in the Strand, constituted There was much less of liberality of feeling the major part of his journeyings. Horace, about him than about his brother Horace. on the contrary, was of an active make. A It is difficult to say which of the two was year or two after we first knew him he visit the most witty in the social hour. Depended Italy ; and returning, for some time made ent upon momentary, often upon an involunFrance his residence. We first saw James tary disposition to cheerfulness at the moat his office in Austin Friars, nearly thirty ment, all wits are unequal in brilliancy at years ago. He looked as serious as the times. Both brothers may be characterized parchments and papers surrounding him- rather as possessors of a high talent for for he was a solicitor by profession, and humor, than of that sparkling wit which chartransacted the business of the Board of Ord-acterized Hook. Sometimes, with all his nance. He seemed in this situation as little wonderful readiness, it was hit or miss with of a wit as can well be imagined. A joke Hook, who aimed at notoriety, no matter took place on this visit, often subsequently how acquired. The Smiths were boch graver repeated. There were two Smiths on the men, and would have thought to run a joke same side of the court, and we had very | too near to a failure was akin to one. We naturally knocked at the door of the first we have known Horace Smith indignant at Hook's came, to. On entering his office we men- jesting not only ill, but out of place, in his tioned our mistake : “Aye,” said James | wild manner.

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