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that each string may be twice raised a may be made to act independently of half-lone, by means of the same pedal, each other. For instance, if in the key which coasequently has a double more of C natural major (in which the harp is ment; thus with respect to facility of tuned) all the seven pedals be down, by modulation they unquestionably possess raising then the performer nay modua vast advantage over the harps hitherto late into C flat in ajor, 'or, by touching in use. The complicated machinery of the second movement, into © sharp these instruments was invented some major. I question, however, whether years ago by Mr. Sebastian Erard. these harps will ever be generally adoptDouble movement harps are now, how- ed on the Continent, owing to the errorever, manufactured by all the principal mous price at which they are sold. makers in London, and Mr. Stumpf has The plainest of those manufactured by recently introduced a very ingenious im- Messrs. Erard cost 110 guineas; and proyement on theni, by which the first the richly ornamented ones are sold at and, second Inovements of the pedals 160 guineas.”

,,,ON THE GENIUS AND WRITINGS OF WORDSWORTH.

(Concluded from our last Number.) The spirit of contemplation influ. alınost alone - a divine philosopher ences and directs all Wordsworth's among the poets. It has been his sinpoetical faculties. He does not create a gular lot, in this late age of the world, variety of individual forms to vivify them to draw little from those sources of inwith the Promethean fire of drainatic terest which incident and situation sup. genius, and exhibit the living struggle ply--and to rest his clain to the gratiof their passions and their affections in tude and admiration of the people on opposition to each other, or to destiny. his intense and majestical contempla"The moving accident is not his trade.” tions of man and the universe. He looks on humanity as froin a more The philosophical poetry of Words- 1 exalted sphere, though he feels his kin- worth is not more distinct from the dradred with it while he gazes, and yearns matic, or the epic, than from the merely over it with decpest sympathy. No didactic and inoral. He has thrown poet of ancient or modern times has into it as much of profound affection, as dared so entirely to repose on the mere much of ravishing loveliness, as much strength of his own powers. Others, in- of delicate fantasy, as adorn the most deed, have given hints of the divinest romantic tales, or the most passionate truths, even amidst their wildest and tragedies. If he sces all things " far as most passionate effusions. The trage- angel's ken," he regards thein with hudies of Sophocles, for example, abound man love. His imagination is never in moralities expressed with a grace and obscured amidst his profoundest reaprecision which often ally the sentiment sonings, but is ever active to embody to an image, and almost define it to the the beautiful and the pure, and to presenses. In Shakspeare the wisdom is sent to us the most august moralities in as much deeper as the passion is in- « clear dream and solemp vision," Intenser; the minds of the characters, stead of reaching sublime conclusions under the strongest excitements of love, by a painful and elaborate process, he hope, or agony, grow bright as well as discloses them by a single touch, and warm, and in their fervid career shed fixes them on our hearts for ever. So abroad sparkles of fire, which light intense are his perceptions of moral up for an instant the inmost sanctua- beauty, that he feels the spirit of good ries of our nature. But few have ven- however deeply hidden, and opens to our tured to send into the world essentially view the socret springs of love and of meditative poems, which none but the joy, where all has appeared barren to thoughtful and the gentle-hearted cau the ungifted observer. He can trace, truly enjoy. Lucretius is the only writer prolong, and renew within us, those of antiquity who has left a great work inysterious risings of delight in the of this description; and he has unhap-' soul which « may make a chysome pily lavished the boundless riches of his child to smile," and which, when halfgenius on doctrines which are in direct experienced at long intervals in riper opposition to the spirit of poetry. An age, are to us the assurances of a better apostle of a more congenial faith, life. He follows with the nice touch of Wordsworth, stands pre-eininently unerring sympathy all the most subule

, workings of the spirit of good, as it and majestic shapes--but, without de. naakes its liule sanctuaries in hearts un- priving them of their own reality, has , conscious of its presence, and blends its imparted to them a life which inakes

influences unheeded with ordinary them objects of affection and reverence. thoughts, hopes, and sorrows. The He enables us at once to enjoy the conold prerogatives of humanity, which templation of their colours and forms, long usage has made appear cominon, and to love them as human friends. He put on their own air of grandeur while consecrates earth by the mere influences he teaches us to revere them. When of sentiment and ihought, and renders we first read his poetry, we look on all its scenes as enchanted as though he the mysteries of our being with a new had filled them with Oriental wonders. reverence, and feel like children who, Touched by him, the hills, the rocks, having been brought up in some deserted the little hedgerows, and the humblest palace, learn for the first time the re flowers-all the grandeurs and the tengality of their home-understand a ve- dernesses of creationshine in a magic nerableness in the faded escutcheons lustre“ which never was by sea or land,” with which they were accustomed to and which yet is strangely fainiliar to play-and feel the dim figures on the our hearts. These are not hallowed by stained windows, or on the decaying him with “angel visits,” nor by the pretapestry, which were only grotesque be- sence of fair and immortal shapes, but fore, speaking to their hearts in ances- by the remembrances of early joy, by tral voices.

lingering gleams of a brightness which The consecration which Wordsworth has passed away, and dawnings of a has shed over the external world is in glory to be revealed in the fulness of a great measure peculiar to his genius. time. The lowliest of nature's graces

In the Hebrew poetry there was no trace have power to move and to delight : of particular description—but general him. “ The clouds are touched, and

images, such as of tall cedars, of sweet in their silent faces does he read unutpastures, or of still waters, were alone terable love." He listens to the voice permitted to aid the affections of the de- of the cuckoo in early spring, till he vout worshipper. The feeling of the “begets again the golden time of his vast and indistinct prevailed; for all in childhood," and till the world, which is religion was symbolical and mysterious, "fit home” for that mysterious bird, and pointed to“ temples not inade with appears “ an airy unsubstantial place." hands, eternal in the heavens.” In the At the root of some old thorn, or beneath exquisite master-pieces of Grecian in the branches of some time-honoured spiration, free nature's grace was almost tree, he opens the sources of delicious excluded by the opposite tendency to musing, and suggests the first hints admire only the definite and the palpa- which lead through a range of intensest ble. Hence the pictures of nymphs, humanities to the glories of our final satyrs, and deities, were perpetually sub- destiny. When we traverse with him stituted for views of the magnificence the “bare earth and mountains bare," of earth and heaven. In the romantic we feel that “ the place whereon we poetry of modern times, the open face are standing is holy ground;" the meof nature has again been permitted to lancholy brook can touch our souls as smile on us, and its freshness to glide truly as a tragic catastrophe ; the spleninto our souls. Nor has there been dours of the western sky give intimation wanting “ craft of delicate spirits” to of “a joy past joy;" and the meanest shed lovelier tinges of the imagination flowers, and scanty blades of grass, on all its scenes—to scatter among awaken within us hopes too rapturous them classical images like lonic tem- forsiniles, and “thoughts which do often ples among the fair glades and deep lie too deep for tears.” woods of soine rich domain-to call To give all the instances of this sub(lainty groups of fairies to hold their lime operation of the imaginative faculty revellings upon the velvet turf-or af- in Wordsworth, would be to quote the ford glimpses of angel wings fluating at far larger portion of his works. A few even-tide in the golden perspective. But lines, however, from the poem comthe imagination of Wordsworth has posed on the Banks of the Wye, will given to the external universe a charm give our readers a deep glimpse into the which has never else, extensively at inmost heart of his poetry, and of his lcast, been shed over it. He has not poetical system, on the coinmunion of personified the glorious objects of crea- the soul of inan with the spirit of the tion-nor peopled them with beautiful universe. In this rapturous effusion-in New Monthly Mag.--No. 83. VOL. XIV.

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that each string may be twice raised a 'may be made to act independently of half-tone, by means of the same pedal, each other. For instance, if in the key which consequently has a double move- of C natural major (in which the harp is inent; thus with respect to facility of tuned) all the seven pedals be down, by modulation they unquestionably possess raising then the performer may modua vast advantage over the harps hitherto 'late into C flat in ajor, 'or, by touching in use. The complicated machinery of the second movement, into C sharp these instruments was invented some major. I question, however, whether years ago by Mr. Sebastian Erard. these harps will ever be generally adoptDouble movement harps are now, how- ed on the Continent, owing to the errorever, manufactured by all the principal mous price at which they are sold. makers in London, and Mr. Stumpf has The plainest of those manufactured by recently introduced a very ingenious im- Messrs. Erard cost 110 guineas; and proyement on theni, by which the first the richly ornamented ones are sold at and second novements of the pedals 160 guineas.”

, .,. ON THE GENIUS AND WRITINGS OF WORDSWORTH. .. .

(Concluded from our last Number.) The spirit of contemplation influ- almost alone - a divine philosopher ences and directs all Wordsworth's among the poets. It has been bis sinpoetical faculties. He does not create a gular lot, in this late age of the world, variety of individual forms to vivify them to draw little from those sources of inwith the Promethean fire of dramatic terest which incident and situation sup. genius, and exhibit the living struggle ply--and to rest his claim to the graiiof their passions and their affections in tude and admiration of the people on opposition to each other, or to destiny. his intense and majestical contempla"The moving accident is not his trade.” tions of man and the universe. He looks on humanity as froin a more The philosophical poetry of Wordsexalted sphere, though he feels his kin- worth is not more distinct from the dradred with it while he gazes, and yearns matic, or the epic, than from the merely over it with decpest sympathy. No didactic and moral. He has thrown poet of ancient or modern times has into it as much of profound affection, as dared so entirely to repose on the mere much of ravishing loveliness, as much strength of his own powers. Others, in- of delicate fantasy, as adorn the most deed, have given hints of the divinest romantic tales, or the most passionate truths, even amidst their wildest and tragedies. If he sees all things far as most passionate cffusions. The trage- angel's ken," he regards thein with hudies of Sophocles, for example, abound man love. His imagination is never in moralities expressed with a grace and obscured amidst his profoundest reaprecision which often ally the sentiment sonings, but is ever active to embody to an image, and almost define it to the the beautiful and the pure, and to presenses. In Shakspeare the wisdom is sent to us the most august moralities in as much deeper as the passion is in- “ clear dream and solemn vision.” Iatenser; the minds of the characters, stead of reaching sublime conclusions under the strongest excitements of love, by a painful and elaborate process, he hope, or agony, grow bright as well as discloses them by a single touch, and warm, and in their fervid career shed fixes them on our hearts for ever. So abroad sparkles of fire, which light intense are his perceptions of moral up for an instant the inmost sanctua- beauty, that he feels the spirit of good ries of our nature. But few have ven- however deeply hidden, and opens to our tured to send into the world essentially view the secret springs of love and of meditative poems, which none but the joy, where all has appeared barren .to thoughtful and the gentle-hearted cau: the ungifted observer. He can trace, truly enjoy. Lucretius is the only writer' prolong, and renew within us, those of antiquity who has left a great work inysterious risings of delight in the of this description; and he has unhap- soul which may make a chysome pily lavished the boundless riches of his child to smile," and which, when halfgenius on doctrines which are in direct experienced at long intervals in riper opposition to the spirit of poetry. An age, are to us the assurances of a better apostle of a more congenial faith, life. He follows with the nice touch of Wordsworth, stands pre-eminently unerring syinpathy all the most subtle

workings of the spirit of good, as it and majestic shapes—but, without demakes its liule sanctuaries in hearts un- priving them of their own reality, has conscious of its presence, and blends its imparted to them a life which makes influences unheeded with ordinary them objects of affection and reverence. thoughts, hopes, and sorrows. The He enables us at once to enjoy the conold prerogatives of humanity, which templation of their colours and forms, long usage has made appear cominon, and to love them as human friends. He put on their own air of grandeur while consecrates earth by the mere influences he teaches us to revere them. When of sentiment and ihought, and renders we first read his poetry, we look on all its scenes as enchanted as though he the mysteries of our being with a new had filled them with Oriental wonders. reverence, and feel like children who, Touched by him, the hills, the rocks, having been brought up in some deserted the little hedgerows, and the humblest palace, learn for the first time the re- flowers--all the grandeurs and the tengality of their home-understand a ve- dernesses of creation-shine in a magic nerableness in the faded escutcheons lustre“ which never was by sea or land," with which they were accustomed to and which yet is strangely familiar to play—and feel the dim figures on the our hearts. These are not hallowed by stained windows, or on the decaying him with “ angel visits," nor by the pretapestry, which were only grotesque be- sence of fair and immortal shapes, but fore, speaking to their hearts in ances- by the remembrances of early joy, by tral voices.

lingering gleains of a brightness which The consecration which Wordsworth has passed away, and dawnings of a has shed over the external world is in glory to be revealed in the fulness of a great measure peculiar to his genius. iime. The lowliest of nature's graces In the Hebrew poetry there was no trace have power to move and to delight of particular description--but general him. “ The clouds are touched, and images, such as of tall cedars, of sweet in their silent faces does he read unutpastures, or of still waters, were alone terable love." He listens to the voice permitted to aid the affections of the de- of the cuckoo in early spring, till he vout worshipper. The feeling of the “begets again the golden time of his vast and indistinct prevailed; for all in childhood," and till the world, which is religion was symbolical and mysterious, “fit home" for that mysterious bird, and pointed to “temples not made with appears “ an airy unsubstantial place.” hands, eternal in the heavens.” In the At the root of some old thorn, or beneath exquisite master-pieces of Grecian in the branches of some time-honoured spiration, free nature's grace was almost tree, he opens the sources of delicious excluded by the opposite tendency to musing, and suggests the first hints admire only the definite and the palpa- which lead through a range of intensest ble. Hence the pictures of nymphs, humanities to the glories of our final satyrs, and deities, were perpetually sub- destiny. When we traverse with hiin stituted for views of the magnificence the “bare earth and mountains bare,” of earth and heaven. In the romantic we feel that “the place whereon we poetry of modern times, the open face are standing is holy ground;" the meof nature has again been permitted to lancholy brook can touch our souls as simile on us, and its freshness to glide truly as a tragic catastrophe ; the spleninto our souls. Nor has there been dours of the western sky give intimation wanting “craft of delicate spirits” to of “ a joy past joy;" and the meanest shed lovelier tinges of the imagination flowers, and scanty blades of grass, on all its scenes—to scatter among awaken within us hopes too rapturous them classical images like Ionic tem- for siniles, and “thoughts which do often ples among the fair glades and deep lie too deep for tears." woods of soine rich domain--to call To give all the instances of this sub(lainty groups of fairies to hold their lime operation of the imaginative faculty revellings upon the velvet turf-or af. in Wordsworth, would be to quote the ford glimpses of angel wings floating at far larger portion of his works. A few even-tide in the golden perspective. But lines, however, from the poem comthe imagination of Wordsworth has posed on the Banks of the Wye, will given to the external universe a charm give our readers a deep glimpse into the which has never else, extensively at inmost heart of his poetry, and of his least, been shed over it. He has not poetical system, on the communion of personified the glorious objects of crea- the soul of man with the spirit of the tionnor peopled them with beautiful universe. In this rapturous effusion-in New MonaLY MAG.--No. 83. Vol. XIV.

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which, with a wise prodigality, he hints like glory, which assures to us that this and intimates the profoundest of those world is not our final home. Age, to feelings which vivify all he has created him, is not a descent into a dark valley, -he gives the following view of the but a “ final eminence,” where the wise progress of his sympathy with the ex- may sit“ in awful sovereignty” as on a ternal world :

high peak among the mountains in “ Nature then

placid summer, and commune with (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, heaven, undisturbed by the lesser noises And their glad animal movements, all gone by) of the tumultuous world. One season To me was all in all. I cannot paint

of life is bound to another by “the naWhat then I was. The sounding cataract

tural piety" which the unchanging Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,

forms of nature preserve, and death Their colours and their forms, were then to me comes at last over the deep and tranquil An appetite : a feeling and a love,

stream as it is about to emerge into a That had no need of a remoter charm

lovelier sunshine, as “ a shadow thrown By thought supplied, or any interest

softly and lightly from a passing cloud.” Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past,

The Ode in which Wordsworth parAnd all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this

ticularly developes the intimations of Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts immortality to be found in the recolHave follow'd, for such loss I would believe lections of early childhood, is, to our Abundant recompense, For I have learn'd

feelings, the noblest piece of lyric poetry To look on nature, not as in the hour

in the world. It was the first poem of Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity,

its author which we read, and never Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power shall we forget the sensations which it To chasten and subdue. And I have felt excited within us. We had heard the A spirit which disturbs me with the joy

cold sneers attached to his name-we Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

had glanced over criticisms, “ lighter Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

than vanity,” which represented him And the round ocean, and the living air, as an object for scorn « to point its And the blue sky, and in the mind of mind : slow unmoving finger at”-and herein A motion and a spirit, that impels

the works of this derided poet-we All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

hought, found a new vein of imaginative sentiAnd rolls through all things.”

ment opened to us sacred recollections There are none of the workings of brought back on our hearts with all the our poet's imaginative faculty more freshness of novelty, and all the venerwonderful in themselves, or more pro- ableness of far-off time—the must mysductive of high thoughts and intense terious of old sensations traced to a sympathies, than those which have for celestial origin—and the shadows cast their objects the grand abstractions of over the opening of life from the realihumanity-Life and Death, Childhood ties of eternity renewed before us with and Old Age. Every period of our be- a sense of their supernal causes ! What ing is to him not only filled with its a gift did we then inherit ! To have the own peculiar endearments and joys, but best and most imperishable of intellecdignified by its own sanctities. The tual treasures the mighty world of recommon forms of life assume a new miniscences of the days of infancy-set venerableness when he touches them before us in a new and holier light; to for he makes us feel them in their con find objects of deepest veneration where nexion with our immortality-even as we had only been accustomed to love; the uncouth vessels of the Jewish law to feel in all the touching mysteries of appeared sublime to those who felt that our past being the symbols and assurthey were dedicated to the immediate ances of our immortal destiny! The service of heaven. He ever leaves us poet has here spanned our mortal life conscious that the existence on whose as with a glorious rainbow, terminating beginning he expatiates, will endure for on one side in infancy, and on the other ever. He traces out those of its fibres in the realıns of blessedness beyond the which are eternal in their essence. He grave, and shedding even upon the middiscovers in every part of our earthly dle of that course sweet tints of uncourse manifold intimations that these carthly colouring. The following is the our human hearts will never die. Child view he has given of the fading glory of hood is, to him, not only the season of childhood drawn in part froin Oriental novelty, of innocence, of joyous spirits, fiction, but embodying the profoundest and of mounting hope--but of a dream- of elemental truths :

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