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his poultry-yard, his rabbits or his sing- the sweetest of our life. It was not
“ Time steals on in silence to efface
But it is vain in us to attempt to dcthose ancient games on which the very scribe those feelings of which the hulearned Martinus Scriblerus has left so
man heart and the works of our best full a commentary-the Apodidascinda, poets are full: or puss in the corner, the game of
Mr. Godwin says that a man's relachuck-farthing, which Julius Pollux tions ought to find no more favour in his calls Omilla, and the building of houses eyes than any one else. For our own and riding upon sticks, Ædificare casas, part we must say, and we think our Equitare in arundine longa, which, says
readers will agree with us, that there is the same learned author, have been
a something in the heart, call it affecused by children in all ages ; though he tion, habit, or prejudice, with which doubts whether the riding on sticks did
we regard those who have given us life, not coine into use after the age of the and those with whom we have enjoyed Centaurs.
it, that we are neither able nor willing Of our next recollection, the highest, to transfer to the first man or woman and heavenliest of any, we know not
we may happen to meet in Fleet-street; whether we can or ought to speak in dull and we must confess that were our prose; and yet should we touch our lyre, father and the archbishop of Canterthe harping of its strings would, we are bury upset in a boat, we should feel afraid, be sadly unworthy of the theme, very much inclined to save the former and, we hope, of the taste of our readers.
at the expense of the latter, even It is not however a subject which suits though his Grace's life were of infinitely with the solid and grave appearance has not given us such feelings in vain,
more importance to the state. Nature which a closely-printed page of prose and we may safely follow them as the wears; and we must therefore entreat pardon if the symmetry of our next
true guides to virtue and happiness. In page or two should be broken with the the indulgence of them indeed some of number of beautiful quotations which the finest
and purest pleasures of life are even now begin to basten from our pen. remember with tender regret the circle
to be found. The man who does not The “ soote season,” the May of our life, the time
of well-known and cheerful faces which “When passion first waked a new life through our
used to assemble round his father's fireframe,
side-the man who has forgotten the And our soul, like the wood that grows precious in countenances of his own kindred, should burning,
look well to his heart, for he may deGave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame," pend upon it, that if his memory fail is the true food for reverie, as the French him in this point, all is not well within. call it, and always continues to be, un- The parental and the filial affections are til the spirit is blighted in the atmos- perhaps the most enduring of our naphere of the world, and the world's ture, embracing as they do all the strong crimes have “brushed from the grape holds, which benefits conferred and re'its soft hue," and left in the place of ceived without any worldly sense of obthe purest feelings of our nature vanity, ligation to rouse pride or jealousy, are the and anguish, and ashes. The writer means of securing. It is an unfortunate to whom the above lines belong, is feeling of our nature, that we cannot the true poet of youth, with much or with unmixed pleasure look on the most of its follies and giddy-headedness, face of a benefactor ; the integrity of but with all its sparkling enchantment man revolts at the idea of receiving an and bounding life. He knows the obligation which he has not deserved ; windings of a young heart as well as his pride, his just pride, is roused at any one, and he tells us that the hal- enjoying benefits to which his merits lowed form of a first love
have not entitled him; and it is in vain L" Lingering haunts the greenest 'spot that his generous friend assures him that 1:. In memory's waste."
he does not seek, and will not receive, a It is indeed a relic of Eden, an organic return. No high and honourable man remain of that former world in which can feel a pleasure in reaping where he innocence and happiness were the por- has not sown; and the most delicately tion of humanity. This recollection is conferred favours are nothing more than
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the donations of charity, where the per- capable of affording, the existence of son benefitted is incapable of making a which fact there are few whose heads return. But none of these feelings, are as grey as ours that can doubt. which are so favourable to independence How feelingly Cowley speaks of the of character, have place between a father pursuits of his young days, which he and a son, or where a brother receives a enjoyed in the company of a friendkindness at the hand of a brother. The
Say, for ye saw us, ye immortal lights, receiver then accepts it freely, because How oft unwearied we have passed the nights ! he knows and feels that he should be
We spent them not in mirth, or lust, or wine, equally ready to bestow, and the gift it But search of deep philosophy, self is made, in the language of the
Wit, eloquence, and poetry,
Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were lawyers, “in consideration of natural love and affection." All the ties of friendship may be dissolved by unkind It was a king of Spain, we believe, ness or forgetfulness; but the bonds of who is reported to have said that there relationship, however they may be loos were four things to which he was parened by time or circumstance, can never ticularly attached, old wine to drink, be wholly broken. We scarcely re
old wood to burn, old books to read, member any where a finer picture of ma
and old friends to converse with. There ternal tenderness than the story of the certainly is no trusting the characters Widow and her Son (in the first volume of others without the test of long exof the Sketch-Book)*, which is a fine perience; and it is impossible that we portraiture of these beautiful affections can feel that sure reliance on the friendof our existence. There is indeed ship of a new acquaintance which we
" No sanctity of touch like that do when we grasp the hand of an old Wherewith a father blesses the bent head
friend. Time tries all kinds of stability, of an affectionate and gentle child.--" and none more than that of friendship. The recollections of ancient friendship He is a rarely fortunate man who can give rise to some of the pleasantest feel- pass through life without check or ings which we are capable of experienc- change of any kind, and he is still more ing. Friendship arises out of the resem
fortunate who finds that every mutation blance of characters and circumstances, of life serves but to strengthen those and in general where these are incom- bonds of affection which the earnest patible no true affection can exist. If guilelessness of youth has formed. the truth were to be told, perhaps it When we are young, the conviction might be said that friendship is only an which we feel in the virtues of others extension of the principle of self-love, makes us easily trust every semblance of and that we are attached to others only goodness and kindness; and in the hour because in many points they resemble of youthful enthusiasm we too often ourselves. But whatever may be the truth
an eternal friendship,” which of the case, we shall not enter into a evaporates ere the sun goes down. In disquisition on the subject at present,
the lightness of our own volatility, we or attempt to pass off upon such of our forget our vow, or in the unworthiness readers as have not been recently at
of the object we are absolved from it, school, a few pages of Cicero de Amici- and we turn with the same trusting tia as our own composition. We only simplicity again to offer our heart and to mean to talk about the pleasures which be again deceived. There is no remedy the memory of long-past friendship is for this misfortune but Time, which
teaches us too truly that it is not in This is decidedly one of the best works every breast that we can repose our which we have received from the other side gladness and our suffering, and that we of the Atlantic, though, by the way, we be are fortunate indeed if we can find one lieve the author of it, Mr. Washington bosom which we can make the sure deIrvine, has long been, and still is, a resident pository of our own heart. It is only in this country. His reputation as a writer stands very high in America, and it bids upon a friendship like this that the mind fair to do the same in England. There is few are there to whom fortune has given
can look back with pleasure ; and how much both of fine feeling and fine writing in his compositions, although they may per
such a retrospect! With such a friend haps be thought by some rather too flowery. indeed at one's side, who has shared The Sketch-Book is one of the liveliest and every sorrow, and doubled every joy, pleasantest periodical publications which who has been a light to our feet and a have been written in the English language comforter to our spirit, how sweet is it for many years.
to trace back the path of perils and dis
quietude which we have trodden to used to cause such iinmoderate sorrow gether, and to muse over pleasures in all that heard it, that at length it was which were more delightful because we prohibited. It is said that the Rans des both enjoyed them. How sweet it is to Vaches, to the ear of a stranger, possesses think that our friend's worth and virtues very few charms, and that it resembles, have been cherished and promoted by in ruggedness, the mountainous country our means, while we acknowledge the where it had its birth. reciprocal benefit which studying so pure There are higher, but not sweeter asa heart has conferred upon our own.
sociations than those which we feel in There can be no friendship amongst the visiting scenes which have been endearwicked ; the bond which holds them to- ed to us by the gladness or the sorrowgether is of sand; and the same abasing ing which we have experienced within self-love which united them, will break their precincts - these more dignified the chain of their union whenever the associations are connected with the prospect of a greater gratification tempts highest moral feelings of our nature, ihem to desert their ally. What images such, for instance, as we feel when we does the memory of such friendships visit the places where the great benefacpresent-disgust, and disquiet, and re tors of mankind have wrought their pentance. But in a virtuous friendship, works, or where those noble struggles even if death deprives us of the partici- have taken place which are immortal in pator of our best feelings, how very the hearts of mankind. Such is the plain sweet are the recollections which in of Runnymede, where the great charter dying he bequeaths to us—of days passed of our liberties was signed—such is the in the activity of virtuous exertion, and field of Marathon, and the pass in which in the pure emulation of virtuous pur- the Spartan stood and perished-such poses, of high aspirations after excel are the thousand venerable ruins which lence mutually inspired and cherished, Rome presents to the eye of the traveland of one unvarying sentiment of deep ler. “I can neither forget nor express,” but useful affection which could only be says Gibbon, “the strong emotions extinguished by death.
which agitated my breast, as I first apHow fresh and how delightful are the proached the Eternal City. After a recollections of those scenes in which sleepless night I trod, with a lofty step, we have passed hours of innocence and the ruins of the Forum ; each spot happiness! This attachment to local where Romulus stood, or Tully spoke, objects, wound round the heart by a was present to my sight.” It is in asthousand tender associations, gives rise
sociations like these that almost all to trains of thought in which melan- others are combined; they recal the choly and pleasure are sometimes beau- days of our childhood, when we studied tifully blended. The slightest thing—a the virtues and the actions of those illusleaf-a sinple flower-a low-breathed trious men, whose ashes have long been air, can raise a creation before our eyes, mingled with the cominon dust, and which we thought had passed away for whose characters have become so fa
St. Pierre heard a Frenchman in miliar to our minds, that a sentiment the Isle of France, sighing over the de- almost like friendship animates us when solate scene, exclaim, “ Could I see we think of them. but one violet I should die happy!” What does Alison, in his excellent He remembered amid the blight of na- Essay on Taste, say as to these associature the verdure of his own flower-clad tions? « There is no man who has not vallies. The attachment of the Swiss some interesting associations with parto their country is known to every one, ticular scenes, or airs, or books, and and how at the sound of the “ Rans des who does not feel their beauty or subliVaches,” the memory of their native mity enhanced to him by such connecmountains overpowers every other feel- tions. The view of the house where ing. This air, says Rousseau in his one was born, of the school where one Dictionary of Music, was so dear to the was educated, and where the gay years Swiss, that it was forbidden under pain of infancy were passed, is indifferent to of death to be played to the troops ; for
They recall so many images of it made those that listened to it melt past happiness and past affections; they into floods of tears, and either desert, or are connected with so many strong, or languish till they died, such an ardent interesting emotions, and lead altogether desire did it excite in them to return to to so long a train of feelings and recol. their native plains. A similar effect is lections, that there is hardly any scene attributed to a Moorish ballad, which which one ever beholds with so much
rapture. There are songs also which in some of Virgil's eclogues. For ous we have heard in our infancy, which, parts, we should be staunch supporters when brought to our remembrance in of Mr. Rogers, and for a variety of good after years, raise emotions for which we reasons, in the first place, Hope is cannot well account, and which, though almost sure to disappoint you, for when, perhaps very indifferent in themselves, the object is at length obtained, which still continue from this association and has so long been the subject of your confrom the variety of conceptions which templation, the reality is sure to be inthey kindle in our minds, to be our fa- ferior to the mind's beautiful conception vourites through life. The scenes which of it at a distance; on this account it is have been distinguished by the residence very wrong to read descriptions of fine of any person, whose memory we ad- scenery before you visit it, as you cannot mire, produce a similar effect. * Move- help letting your fancy run on it, which mur enim, nescio quo pacto, locis ipsis will
, ten to one, draw a finer picture in quibus eorum, quos diligimus, aut ad- than the original. Now Memory, on miramur, adsunt vestigia. The scenes the contrary, throws a hue of beauty themselves may be little beautiful; but over objects which, when we were near the delight with which we recollect the them, were, perhaps, little better than traces of their lives, blends itself insensi- disagreeable. With what pleasure do bly with the emotions which the scenery we remember past scenes, even though excites; and the admiration which these we may have suffered in them, and how recollections afford, seems to give a kind pleasing do even our afflictions and griefs of sanctity to the place where they become when they are soîtened and dwelt, and converts every thing into shadowed by the power of memory, beauty which appears to have been con And besides we are sure of memory, nected with them.” *
but the visions of hope may all deceive There is a great deal both of beauty and forsake us. The past cannot be and truth in this extract. Every one of annihilated, but what we anticipate for common sensibility must acknowledge the future may never arrive ; and then this. And many people must have found, again, if it does, we know it is but loo as Alison says, even in the scent of a probable it will bring disappointment flower, the memory of happier days.— with it. The mind also easily forgets More frequently, however, these sensa- past cares, and remembers only what is tions are so dim, that we only experience delightful and pleasant; while if we look a vague idea of pleasure—a sort of senti- forwards to a mixed scene of joy and ment of a former existence, which we sorrow, our eyes commonly rest on the are not able to analyze into any remnant latter. In short, the one is a reality, of past circumstance.
the other a vision—the one is irrevocably We wish we could get Mr. Rogers our's, the other never may, be sorten and Mr. Campbell together, and make thousand casualties may destroy the them argue the point whether the Plea “frost-work” of our hopes, but death sures of Memory or Hope are greater, alone can deprive us of the pleasures face to face, in verses like the shepherds which memory gives.
THE FRENCH AND SPANIARDS CONTRASTED. As powerful states and rival kingdoms, lutionary Spain may differ from Revoluthese iwo countries have long been look- tionary France. Guided by the coned on by the world. Their relative trast which they have on all great progress in civilization, in science and points, and to this hour displayed, we ihe arts, has been observed and judged; must in the future expect as wide a disbut it remains to be seen in what Revo- tinction; and as a sort of data on which
* We have attempted the following free poetical paraphrase of some of the thoughts in the above passage. SONNET.
1h in in The fragrance of those flowers which with delight That the soul sinks not in all earthly blight! Our young hands pluck'd-the shadowy counte. The echo of some old friend's long-hush'd voice? nance
À mother's blessing, and a sister's tearOf that soul-cherish'd one, whom time and The shady spot that was our childhood's choice, chance
Where we have listend with a joy severe Have sever'd from us (drest in the pale light
To the harsh winds in these the thoughts reOf holy recollection)-those few bright
joice, And fadeless sympathies, which so enhance And to the heart these memories are dear. The value of our days as we advance,
to reckon, it may not be uninteresting principles in the political world, (that is, to trace some of the strongly opposing the chief movers in European affairs,) features in the characters of the two as France and Spain then were, should nations. To account for such contra- experience the same kind of mutual oprieties, on abstract principles, has baffled position, in order to secure the wellthe speculation of many a philosopher; being of empires. Among the alleged and if Hippocrates with regard to the proofs of natural repugnances are those Scythians, and Strabo as respecting the remarked between various minerals and Medes and Armenians, laid it down as metals. The diamond is in dissention fact that climate alone produced the with the loadstone, and many others are wonderous differences or similitudes found to refuse all kind of alliance. Vewhich are found in various people, we getables display their enmities, as well as cannot be surprised that weaker rea- attachments: the vine shrinks from the soners have fallen into the same belief. cabbage; and, finally, to destroy the But Bayle was an observer of a different fern, it is said that you have only to fix a stamp. He treated the theory as a chi- rush to the shock of your plough—such mera; and attributed to political inte- is the antipathy of those plants, regarded rests, and institutions of state, that dif- when together as emblems of interminference in the characters of nations, able war. In animals these feelings are which every one can now account for less questionable. It is not only with from these same influences. *
regard to the amount of relatíve ill Never, perhaps, was there so striking which they are enabled to inflict on a contrast between neighbouring states each other, or the common interests as between those of France and Spain. which nature has given them; but it is This is so singular and so forcible, as to clear that something concealed from our have obtained, from some writers, the observation produces unaccountable efstronger epithet of antipathy. A Spa- fects. It is easily understood why the nish doctor, named Carlos Garcia, pub- sheep flies from the wolf, or why the lished, in 1627, a book entitled Anti- sparrow is averse to the hawk; but patia de los Franceses y Espagnoles. This how are we to explain why the lion work is little Aattering to the author's trembles at the voice of the cock? why nation, but we must remark that it was the elephant runs before the ram? or printed at Rouen. La Mothe le Vayer, why the horse shudders at the smell of availing himself of this publication, pro- the camel? It is these extraordinary duced a treatise on the same subject, facts that have driven many a great mind which he gave to the world as a transla- to the mysteries of occult research, and tion from the Italian of Fabricio Cam to the theory of natural sympathies and polini; but he afterwards avowed him- dislikes. This is all amusing and inself the author, and it is to be found in structive both, when confined to the the folio edition of his works, printed in lower scales of nature ; but when man 1662, tom. 1. A pamphlet appeared at becomes the object of speculation, and Paris in 1809, in which this treatise is is attempted to be reduced to this level, republished, but its doctrine denied. it is something more grave than ludiThe object, however, was sufficiently crous; and in the present stage of the clear to keep alive the antipathy, if it world can be scarcely pardoned, even in really existed, or to create one if that an author of two centuries back, or rawas but imaginary. The diffuse and 'ther in the age for which he wrote. negligent La Mothe has been by some La Mothe, taking his theory for fact, of his countrymen compared to Plu- lays it down as such, that between the tarch. His claim to this distinction French and Spanish nations there is the finds however little support from the same kind of natural antipathy as beparticular work before us, which, as we tween the various objects before-menhave mentioned, can be scarcely said to tioned ; and such as he says individual be his own.
men are prone to with regard to other He sets out by stating, that, as in the men, in spite of themselves, and in opphysical world first principles are al- position to the strongest efforts of reason. ways opposed one to the other, and that Without stopping to combat this monfor the common good of the universe, strous, degrading, and, it is to be hoped, so it was decreed by Divine Providence exploded doctrine, we shall look to the that the iwo nations, being the first statements, and pass
the reasoning, of
this writer. Bayle, vol. iii. p. 5:23. edition de la He says, that if we remark the reci. Haye, 1727.
procal positions of France and Spain,