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those rules are inadequate to the sup to himself and his country, and anticiport of the principles of good taste, and pate from his future labours (if wholly have been arbitrarily laid down on a devoted to his elevated art, as we hope confined and imperfect hypothesis. they will be) works which may requal
Notwithstanding our opinion of the the productions of the most auspicious principal figure, we consider Mr. Hay- times. don's performance highly honourable
MARCIAN COLONNA.* WE have watched, with very pleasing tomed to linger" with soft, reluctant, interest, the gentle and roseate dawn of amorous delay," is amply testified by Mr. Cornwall's genius. His “Drama- the volume before us. tic Scenes,” and his “ Sicilian Story," But though we rejoice to find in have combined more of fancy with Marcian Colonna indications of an inmore of conversational ease have tenser spirit, and glimpses of a further blended more of freshness with more nobleness, than in Mr. Cornwall's preof luxury-have exhibited more of mo- ceding works, we do not consider his ral nobleness with more of abandon- story as very felicitously chosen. The ment to the impulses of joy—than any main spring of its distresses is not the other poems of
In these motive of a moral agency, but the workcharming pieces, exquisite beauties are ings of hereditary madness a calamity produced without seeming effort; the which should, we think, be shaded from characters with whom we mingle are the thoughts as one of our being's most native to the element of poetry, and awful mysteries. The hero, a younger breathe forth human passion in the lan son of a noble family of Rome, is sent guage of delicate spirits, without appears in childhood, by his heartless parents, ing to know it. The imaginations drop to the convent of Laverna, where the from their lips like the rain from over
disease of his mind is sometimes devecharged blossoms. In the lovely region loped by the wretched superstitions to which these works have introduced around him, and sometimes soothed by us, the stream of passion is ever fresh the majestic scenery of the mountains. and profound, though it is “ fringed His elder brother dies—he returns to with roses." Soft as is their whole te- his home and marries the lady who nor, there is in them nothing effeminate; had shone before his boyish eyes in their sadnesses are mellowed by fancy, all “ the glory and the freshness of a but not refined away; and their“ nec- dream, but who had been given to tared sweets ” do not satiate. If airs another, and now regarded herself free breathe to us as from the “sweet south,” by the reported death of her husband. we are always “ clipped round” only by But that husband lives to claim her, the free heavens, not by the gay cre to awaken the fury in her lover's veins, ations of an artificial elegance. The and finally to drive him to murder her music of humanity comes to our en- by poison. The author, in all this, has chanted ears from the scenes of ill-fated shewn his capability of treating a fearful love, or the grave of young hope, mild subject tenderly-has imparted to the indeed and harmonious, yet still in its aberrations of madness something of own sad and natural tones. That the grandeur of destiny—and has irreworks like these should become speed- sistibly inculcated the practical lesson ily popular, afforded a timely proof that that a disease, whose strangest excesses the taste for pure beauty was not lost in have no moral obliquity in them, is the worship of mere energy. Still we capable of being softened and rendered wished to see Mr. Cornwall attempting gentler by the soothings of affection a bolder range-not, indeed, leaving his and the placid varieties of nature. Still fairy bowers for the desolate regions of though we would on no consideraimagination, where all is dark, barren, tion have lost the tendernesses and the and gigantic, but penetrating into yet ho- majesties of the work—we do not think lier and more varied scenes of loveliness the subject fit for poetry. When madthan those which he had trodden. That ness, like that of Clementina, arises in these inner retirements of the Muses from some great moral cause or sets he will be as free a ranger, as in the loose a stupendous intellect, as in Lear dainty vales where he has been accus -or makes sweet discord in a lovely
# Marcian Colonna, an Italian Tale, with three Dramatic Scenes and other Poems, by Barry Cornwall. I vol. 8vo.
mind, as in the instance of Ophelia « Thou trackless and immeasurable main! it may have a place in high fiction.
On thee no record ever lived again
To meet the hand that writ it; line nor lead But a simple malady derived at the
Hath ever fathom'd thy profoundest deeps, birth-though the most intellectual of Where haply the huge monster swells and sleeps, diseases should, we think, be treated King of his watery limit, who 'tis said only by those who study it with a view can move the mighty ocean into storm.to its cure. Indeed, to our feeling, not oh! wonderfnd thou art, great element : only absolute insanity, but all morbid
And fearful in thy spleeny humours bent, emotions are unfit for the noblest uses
And lovely in repose : thy summer form
Is beautiful, and when thy silver waves of the bard. Fresh, healthful humanity, Make music in earth's dark and winding caves, healthful even when erring, is the only I love to wander on thy pebbled beach, fit theme for a poet of so pure a heart, Marking the sunlight at the evening hour, and so sweet a fancy, as the author And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach before us.
• Eternity, Eternity, and Power." The excellencies however of this There is a great deal of exceeding poem, as we have already intimated, are beauty in the minor pieces of this voof a very rare and exalted order. The de- lume, but we can only enumerate a few scription of the scenery around Laverna which have particularly pleased us. is striking as one of Salvator's wildest “Amelia Wentworth,” a dramatic scene, pictures. All the loves 'of Marcian and has a deep pathos and an affectionate Julia- when the visitings of disease do familiarity, which are most soothing and not break in on them are at least as resistless. The “ Rape of Proserpine" beautiful as any thing of the kind in is a piece of pure Greek beauty, and the author's former poems. The little has the merit of redeeming Pluto from words and figures seem like the over the grimness usually attributed to his flowing drops of hearts too full of pas- frame. The scenes which represent the sion and of joy. But perhaps the finest last moments of the apostate Julian are of all-certainly the vastest piece of con- entirely in a different style from any templative imagination ever embodied by which' Mr. Cornwall has hitherto atthe author, is the following address to tempted— they are calm, philosophic, the ocean, which we prefer to the cele and speculative-though their dissertabrated apostrophe with which “ Childe tions on life and immortality are very Harold" closes.
beautifully checquered and relieved by O thou vast ocean! ever-sounding sea !
touches of the genuine pathetic. One Thou symbol of a drear immensity !
argument for the renewal of our existThou thing that windest round the solid world ence is put with a beauty which conLike a huge animal, which, downward hurl'd
vinces, and which no speculator, unless From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone.
a poet, could deviseThy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep
“ I cannot think that the great mind of man Is like a giant's slumber, loud and deep.
With its accumulated wisdoms too Thou speakest in the east and in the west
Must perish; why, the words he utters live At once, and on thy heavily laden breast
And is the spirit which gives birth to things Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life Below its own creations ?” Or motion, yet are moved and meet in strife. The carth hath nought of this; nor chance nor This sentiment is manifestly the exchange
pression of a mind which feels and Ruffles its surface, and no spirits dare
knows its truth, and is to itself, as well Give answer to the tempest-waken air; Bat o'er its wastes, the weakly tenants range
as to the world, a high evidence of its At will, and wound his bosom as they go .
hopes. Well may one, who can feel Ever the same it hath no ebb; no flow;
and imagine like him, recognize the But in their stated round the seasons come imperishableness of his being. Well And pass like visions to their viewless home,
may he feel in his own conceptions, the And come again and vanish : the young Spring Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming,
proofs of a glory to be revealed hereAnd Winter always winds his sullen horn,
after; and in his sensibilities, some
trains of emotion, which must “ have Dies in his stormy manhood; and the skies in heaven their perfect rest.” Our auWeep, and flowers sicken when the Summer flies.
thor has a right to these assurances of - Thou only, terrible ocean, hast a power
his “ natural piety,” for the « vision A will, a voice, and in thy wrathful hour, When thou dost lift thine anger to the clouds,
and the faculty divine” are his-the A fearful and magnificent beauty shrouds
clear purity of thought which this world Thy broad green forehead. If thy waves be driven cannot destroy. The words he has utBackwards and forwards by the shifting wind, tered will live. May he long continue How quickly dost thou thy great strength unbind, advance in his noble career, and pursue And strctch thine arms, and war at once with
it rejoicing ! Heaven!
And the wild Autumn with a look forlorn
where they float about in great numbers AS some of your readers may possibly among the female blossoms, and often have it in view to visit Italy in the course cling to them in clusters so as to cover of this summer, or, what is better, in them entirely; thus bringing the stathe succeeding autumn, allow me to mens and pistils into inmediate cons point out a service, which any of them tact, and giving the anthers an opporhaving a taste for botany, might render tunity of discharging their pollen immeto the horticulturists of this country. diately over the stigma. When this
In passing from Ferrara to Venice operation has been performed, the now you embark on the Po at Ponte del uncoiled stalk of the female plant beLago Oscuro; you then sail down this gins again to resume its original and river, and at a certain point, the name spiral form, and gradually sinks down, of which has escaped me, you enter the as it gradually rose, to ripen its fruit at first of a chain of canals which lead to the bottom of the water." the lagunes, or shoals of Venice. In I have picked up some of these fethese canals are many very curious and male flower-stalks which, having been beautiful water-plants in the greatest broken by the oars, or some other acciluxuriance. Besides a yellow-flowered dental circumstance, were floating on Aoating Villarsia, the specific name of the surface of the canals above-menwhich I have not been able to ascertain, tioned, which, when uncoiled and there is the Salvinia natans, Trapa na- stretched out, measured ten feet in tans, and Valisneria spiralis; none of length, which shewed that the canal which have been yet introduced here, must be of that depth at least. with the exception of the Trapa natans, The Valisneria has been introduced which existed a few months in the pond more than once into the Jardins des of the Hammersmith nursery some years Plantes at Paris and Ghent; but never ago.
ripened its seed in either, and being an The shortest way of acquiring such a annual, was of course lost. The only knowledge of these plants as will enable botanic garden on the Continent in any person of observation to recognize which I found it, was in that at Avigthem floating on the water, will be to non, the director of which, Mr. Esprit get a sight of the figures or dried speci. Reynien, is a botanist of great zeal and mens in the Banksian or Linnean Li- activity, and is at present engaged on a Eraries.
Flora of his environs, including the The two first species are instances of celebrated Vaucluse, which is, if poscomplete plants floating in pure water, sible, still more rich in plants than in without touching soil with any part of ideas relative to poetry and "that vulgar their roots. The Salvinia resembles at passion which we have in common with a distance a tuft of mountain-ash leaves the beasts that perish.” which had dropt into the water, and its Though the Valisneria grows most curious yellow flowers proceed from its luxuriantly in Italy, it is found in various roots.
places in the south of France; as near The Valisneria affords a singular proof Avignon in the mains of the variegated of the sexuality of vegetables. “This meadows ; in the marshes at Carcasson, plant,” Keith observes (Physiology of and near Nismes,and in the canal of LanVegetables, ii. 320.), “ is of the class guedoc, where, report says, it once sudDiæcia, producing its fertile flowers on denly grew up from the bottom of the the extremity of a long and slender stalk, water in such abundance as to prove an twisted spirally like a cork-screw, which impediment to navigation. This was at uncoiling of its own accord about the the time the plant was in flower, when time of the opening of the blossom, it had shot up its female flower stems to elevates the flowers to the surface of the the surface. A consultation among the water, and leaves them to expand in directors was deemed necessary, to know the open air. The barren flowers are what was to be done ; meanwhile, as this produced in great numbers upon short occupied some time, the spiral stalks upright stalks issuing from different found time to coil themselves up and roots, from which they detach them- retire to the bottom of the canal, so that, selves about the time of the expansion by the time the remedy was agreed on, of the female blossom, mounting up the disease had disappeared. This story like little air-bubbles, and suddenly ex- I heard at Lyons from a gentleman who panding when they reach the surface, found the plant once in that neighbour
hood—what credit is attached to it, I like mine, are in the vegetable world, dare not say. It is not unlikely to have and who have, while personally sufferhappened under such a government as ing from a very painful malady, taken was that of France before the revolution. the trouble I took for such a length
Mr. Audibert, à zealous botanist and of time. The plant being reduced by nurseryman at Tenelle, department des friction and decay, from six inches Bouches du Rhone, Mr. Sarrettejun. bo- square to about two inches, had untaniste et fleuriste at Marseilles, both doubtedly been carried off by a bird, as know the plant and would furnish it to no human being could approach it outany person passing their way in the spring side the window, nor could any one or autumn. The late severe frosts pre- have known its value. I could only, vented me from receiving it from the therefore, blame myself for not putting a former gentleman along with a number gauze covering to the mouth of the jar. of other things which I received this I believe I might have brought it spring. The safest way, and that which home with equal safety, and much more I ordered to be adopted, was, to sow the ease, by planting it on the surface of a seeds in a pot in autumn, and send jar of wet moss, and laying gauze over them off by coach in February or that, wetting the moss once or twice a March-this was done, but the severe day; and this method I should suggest winter killed the plants.
to any traveller who may attempt the As to the Salvinia natans, I pursued same enterprise; premising, that he the following plan. I procured in Ve must get the moss either on the mounnice a glass jar or gally-pot, about six tains between Florence and Bologna, or inches square, with a round mouth (if he can) at some of the botanic garabout four inches diameter. Having dens. Moistened flax or cotton might, spread out the plant between two square perhaps, answer as a substitute. pieces of gauze, I sewed their edges to a I hope this account (which to some piece of brass wire, bent so as to fit pretty will be dull enough) of my failure both exactly the inside of the square part of the with Valisneria and Salvinia, may injar. A little bending and care was re- duce some traveller of taste and leisure quisite to enter the plant by the more to bring over those rare and curious narrow and round mouth, but this done strangers, and more especially Salvinia. it was easy to rebend the wire into the
S. H. T. square form, and so leave the plant Aoat Bayswater, May 4, 1820. ing on the water in the jar the plant P.S. The following memoranda may be thus incased in gauze. The jar being useful to the juvenile horticultural or bothree parts filled with water, over this tanical traveller.-An immense variety of was placed moss, to prevent the motion seeds and plants inay be collected round of the gauze while the plant was en Avignon, and especially at Vaucluse. route. In this way the plant travelled Above forty varieties of orange and all day, the jar being placed in a wicker lemon may be purchased, at ten-pence case, and set on the roof of the com- each, at Nervi, near Genoa. Melonmon vehicles of the Vetturini. Every seeds and paper-narcissuses from Naevening, when we rested for the night, ples. Above fifty distinct varieties of the moss was removed, and the water Bengal rose are to be seen in the Royal renewed. Having stopped a few days at Gardens at Monza-a good collection Milan, Geneva, Basle, and Strasburg, the of succulents-and abundance of pines. plant was freed from its envelope at A good many Alpines may be collected, each of these places, placed naked on with no trouble, by stopping two days the water, and the jar set outside the at the post-house on the Simplon. window. In this way I succeeded in Collection of Swiss plants from Geneva bringing the Salvinia to Paris ; but or Basle-general collections and cheap, there, alas! I was destined to suffer the from Ghent. All the botanic gardens mortification of losing it; for, having on the Continent, with a very few excepplaced it, as usual, outside the window tions, sell and exchange seeds, as is in a fine evening about the end of Sep- done by our Liverpool garden ; but, extember last, on my getting up next morn- cepting the Paris garden, they have noing it was gone. What I felt can only thing worth asking for. be conceived by those whose delights,
DRURY LANE THEATRE.
fate will teach the author, who 'unTHE long.expected tragedy of V'ir- doubtedly possesses some talent, to be ginius, at this Theatre, was' a' com- contented, for the present at least, with plete failure. It had neither nature nor nature and with history. art-poetry, nor passion—the variety of The revival of Giovanni in London met the romantic drama, nor the stateliness with, and deserved, a very different sucof the antique. It was a frigid imita- cess. This pleasant extravaganza, whic tion of the tragic poets of France, writ- was originally produced at the Olymten in a cold declamatory style, without pic by Mr. Elliston, is well worthy of much of swelling pomp of numbers or ihe more extended sphere over which sentimental elegance to fill up the he now presides. The Don Juan of mighty chasm which the absence of the Opera, with his infinite gaiety and truth and nature occasions. There were spirit,' would, to our feelings at least, however some vigorous lines, and a be too gross and selfish for endurance, general smoothness of diction which were not his story little else than the proved that the author might have done means of combining a series of the dibetter, if he had not been seduced by vinest harmonies. Here his exploits are a false notion of tragic dignity. In vain merely exuberances of the animal spirits, did he raise Virginius to the rank, or his wickedness is changed into frolic, at least the costume of a general, give and all his worst libertinism becomes Appius a regal palace, and exalt the an airy jest. The idea of opening the young Roman school-girl into a bois- piece in Tartarus, of representing Gioterous heroine. To supply the place vanni as Airting with the Furies and of marvellous incident, of which the making love to Proserpine, of sending story is so barren, he made the modest him back into the world because he unconscious virgin wander out in the is not fit for the infernal regions, and of evening on the banks of the Tyber to suffering him to steal the old thief Mermeet her lover, brought Appius thither cury's wings and Charon's boat to take in his stead to enjoy a keen encounter back himself and three ladies to the of words with the formidable lady, and earth, is very daring and happy. The Virginius himself to fancy his daughter lower parts of Greek story were never impure, find her only imprudent, and burlesqued so pleasantly, or their gloom protect her from the decemvir.
He laughed away in a spirit of humanity so could not be content to take the cata- genial. There are few things better on strophe from the historian, but, as he the stage than the song of the three happy first deprived the youth of Virginia widowers, whose wives Giovanni so of its gentleness, he took its sacrifi- maliciously brings back to their unexcial glory from her fate. He repre- pecting arms, or the demeanour of the 'sented her father as striking the dagger ladies on resuming their old prerogato her heart, more from pride than tives. The piece is agreeably variegated patriotism; and instead of giving its by snatches of well-known tunes-old true dignity to her death by exhibiting favourites quaintly applied and happily it as awaking the spirit of freedom introduced—which often startle us into from its slumber, and restoring liberty a train of agreeable associations on a to Rome, he made us feel it as a sudden. Madame Vestris, as the hero, mere tragical mistake, arising from a plays with much liveliness, and sings chimerical sense of danger; a rash act in the truest taste. But we do not which a moment's delay would have think her equal to the original Gioprevented! Mr. Kean, as Virginius, vanni of the Olympic, Miss Burrell,
did not improve the author's concep- who went through the character, from 'tion. The measured verse rolled hea- Pandemonium to the altar, in a free vily from his lips in a drowsy tone; spirit of frolic and of joy we have never and his touches of beauty, though not hailed on the boards since Mrs. Jordan absolutely wanting, were exceedingly left them. Her acting was a real, genurare. The piece, astonishing as it may ine, hcarty thing—a high sporting with seem, was treated by not a few of the mischief without harm--the triumph of regular critics as on a level with the ex- a jocund spirit
, and a single heart, thinkquisite production of Mr. Knowles ! ing and fearing no evil. "How triumphThe town, however, suffered it to lan- antly did she defy the terrors of the guish and expire; and we trust that its burning marle, or sing « Giovanni