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"Dot cherish in some corner of his heart Bertram extorts a promise from Imo* Some thought that makes that heart a sanctuary nine to meet him

ary gine to meet him under the castle wails, " For pilgrim dreams in midnight-hour to visit, " And weep and worship there.

and yield him an hour's intercourse. " - And such thou wert to me--and thou art The appointinent is kept, and in a

lost. 1-What was a father? could a father's love

wretched moment the stain of guilt is * Compare with mine?" in want, and war, and added to the sorrows of the unbappy

wife. Immediately after the parting, Things that would thrill the hearer's blood to Bertram hears that Lord Aldobrand had

tell of, My heart grew human when I thought of thee- received a commission from his sove*Imogine would have shuddered for my danger- reign to hunt down the outlawed BerImogine would have bound my leechless wounds

tram. From this moment be forms an

in from this momen Imogine would have sought my nameless corse, And known it well--and she was wedded-wed- inexorable determination to murder (for ded

whatever gloss is given to the act, in -Was there no name in hell's dark catalogue To brand thee with, but mine immortal foe's

e reference to the manner, place, and And did I'scape from war, and want, and famine, time of doing it, no other name could. To perish by the falsehood of a woman

properly describe it) bis devoted eneI'mo. On spare me, Bertram; oh preserve thy- my. His borrid purpose is declared to

self. Ber. A despot's vengeance, a false country's the wretched wife, whose pitiable and curses,

mad despair, on being unable to move The spurn of menials whom this hand had fed... In my heart's steeled pride I shook them off,

* him from bis purpose, is certainly a As the bayed lion from his hurtless hide most distressing picture of female anShakes his pursuer's darts---across their path guish. The murder is committed ; and One dart alone took aim, thy hand did bard it.

on all that succeeds is the utter misery, Imo. He did not hear my father's cry... Oh a beaven--

madness, and death of Imogine, and Nor food, nor fire, nor raiment, and his child the death of the Count by his own Knelt madly to the hungry walls for succour E'er her wrought brain could bear the horrid Hand

srid bands. thought,

That there is much deep distress in Or wed with him--or---see thy father perish. the story of this tragedy, very consideBer. Thou tremblest lest I curse thec; tremble roble farce in

le rable force in the expression of feeling not Though thou hast made me, woman, very and passion, and both vigour and beauwretched

ty in the imagery and diction, we are Though thou hast made me---but I will not curse

se very ready to admit ; but in dignity, theeHear the last prayer of Bertram's broken heart, propriety, consistency, and contrast, in That heart which thou hast broken, not his the finer movements of virtuous tender

foes Of thy rank wishes the full scope be on thee--

ness, the delicacies of female sensibi. May pomp and pride shout in ihine addered path lity, the conflict of struggling emotions, Till thou shalt feel and sicken at their hollow. heroical elevation of sentiment, and mo

ness--May be thou'st wed, be kind and generous to thce, Til thy wrung heart, stabb'd by his noble fond tremely deficient. The hero is that

same mischievous compound of attracWrithe in detesting consciousness of falsehood -May thy babe's smile speak daggers to that mo

. tiveness and turpitude, of love and ther

crime, of chivalry and brutality, which Who cannot love the father of her child, in the poems of Lord Byron and his And in the bright blaze of the festal hall,

und imitators has been too long successful When vassals kneel, and kindred smile around : thee,

in captivating weak fancies and out. May ruined Bertram's pledge hiss in thine raging moral truth. Let but your hero

earJoy to the proud dame of St. Aldrobrand--

be well-favoured, wo-begone, mysteWhile his cold corse doth bleach beneath her rious, desperately brave, and, above

towers. (Bertram, p. 25---30. all, desperately in love, and the inter• At the next meeting of this luckless est of the female reader is too apt to be pair, wbich is at the convent of St. secured in his behalf, however bloody, Anselm, after mach painful conflict, dark, and revengeful, bowever hostile

towards God and man, he may display fatigue of a journey. All this he rehimself in bis principles and actions. The solves, and the deed is done, without whole theory and secret of this poeti. any tender visitings of nature, and with cal philosophy is amusingly detailed in less compunction or conflict in his bothe epilogue to the piece, from which, som than Milton's devil expressed on small as is our general esteem for these the eve of destroying the felicity of literary performances, we must, for the Paradise. And yet, says the epilogue, sake of the profound ethical maxims it in apology for all this, contains, exhibit an extract to the “Bertram! ye cry, a ruthless blood-stain'd reader.

rover! “Enough for Imogine the tears ye gave her;

He was but also was the truest lover! I come to say one word in Bertram's favour-' . We will present to our readers the Bertram ! ye cry, a ruthless blood-stain'd rover! scene which takes place between the He was but also was the truest lover : Jovers after that act of shame by which And, faith! like cases that we daily view, Ali might have prosper'd had the fair been true. the mother, wife, and woman, were for

“Man, while he loves, is never quite deprav'd, ever lost. And woman's triumph, is a lover sav'd. The branded wreich, whose callous feelings

Enter BERTRAM. court

" It is a crime in me to look on theeCrime for his glory, and disgrace for sport; But in whate'er I do there now is crimeIf in his breast love claims the smallest part, Yet wretched thought still struggles for thy If still he values one fond female heart,

safetyFrom that one seed, that ling'ring spark, may Fly, while my lips without a crime may warn grow

theePride's noblost flow'r, and virtue's purest glow: Would thou hadst never come, or sooner parted. Let but that heart-dear female lead with care Oh God- he heeds me not : To honour's path, and cheer his progress there, Why comest thou thus ?” what is thy fearful busiAnd proud, though haply sad regret occurs

ness? At all his guilt, thinkalí his virtue hers." I know thou comest for evil, but its purport

(Epilogue, p. 81. I ask my heart in vain."

Ber. « Guess it, and spare me." (a long pause,

during which she gazes at him.) story turns is the fatal act of infidelity Canst thou not read it in my face?

" Imo. I dare not ; committed under the walls of the castle

nder the walls of the caste Mixt shades of evil thought are darkening of Aldobrand. And this crime is pro

there; posed and assented to by the contract. But what my fears do indistinctly guess ing parties, in a manner as little con. Would

little con. Would blast me to behold- (turns away, a

pause)" sistent with common modesty in wo- Ber. Dost thou not hear it in my very silence ? man, and common generosity in man, as “That which no voice can tell, doth tell itself. can well be imagined. But if that which Imo. My harassed thought hath not one point

of fear, ought most to soften a man towards the Save that it must not think.” sufferings of a woman be the conscious. Ber. (throwing his dagger on the ground") ness that he himself has been the cause Show me the chamber where thy husband lies,

Speak thou for ine,of it, then is this Bertram one of the The morning must not see us both alive. worst specimens of a man and a soldier Imo. (screaming and struggling with him)

Ab! horror! horror! off-withstand me that we have yet encountered in the

not, course of our experience. After crop- "I will arouse the castle, rouse the dead, ping this fair flower, be treads it under To save my husband ; villain, murderer, mon

ster, foot, and scallers in the dust is biasted Dare the bayed lioness, but fly from me. beauty. With ruthless delight, and de. "Ber. Go, wake the castle with thy frantic moniac malice, he spurns the soft and

cries :

Those cries that tell my secret, blazon thine. melling prayers in her husband s beball, Yea, pour it on thine husband's blasted ear. whom he resolves to murder in his own “Imo. Perchance his wrath may kill me in its mansion, in the presence or hearing of womercy.

" Ber. No, hope not such a fate of mercy from his wife and child, and, as it seems,

| bim; while he rests on bis couch after the He'll curse thee with his pardon.

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* And would his death-fixed eye be terrible “Wouldst have him butchered by their ruffian * As its ray bent in love on her that wronged him ?

hands * And would his dying groan affright thine ear “That wait my bidding? “Like words of peace spoke to thy guilt-in vain? Imo (falling on the ground)-Fell and honi

Imo. I care not, I am reckless, let me perish. * Ber. No, thou must live amidst a hissing * I'm sealed, shut down in ransomlese perdition. world,

Ber. Fear not, my vengeance will not yield * A thing that mothers warn their daughters from,

its prey. * A thing the menials that do tend thee scorn.

" He shall fall nobly, by my hand shall fall * Whom when the good do name, they tell their “ But still and dark the summons of his fate, beads,

“So winds the coiled serpent round his victim. ** And when the wicked think of, they do triumph; "Ill as the lady Imogine was used « Canst thou encounter this?

"Imo. I must encounterit-I have deserved it; by her sanguinary and brutal lover, we * Begone, or my next cry shall wake the dead. cannot say that her own character is # Ber. Hear me.

such as to entitle her to much respect. “ Imo. No parley, tempter; fiend, avaunt.

The author has endeavoured in a very * Ber. Thy son.-(She stands stupified.) Go,

take him trembling in thy hand of shame, lame manner to support her constancy A victim to the shrine of public scorn-

by the pretext, not a very new one, and ** Poor boy ! his sire's worst foe might pity him, * Albeit his mother will not

do in the present instance clumsily enough a Banished from noble halls, and knightly con- inserted, of a starving parent whose life verse,

was saved by the sacrifice; and atter * Devouring his young heart in loneliness * With bitter thought-my mother was a

La this first sacrifice to convenience or exiwretch.

gency, not unlike those wbich, in the Imo. (falling at his feet) “I am a wretch,

coarse arrangements of ordinary life, but who hath made me so? " I'm writhing like a worm beneath thy spurn." parents are apt to require of their Have pity on me, I have had inuch wrong. daughters, and daughters are apt very

Ber. My heart is as the steel within thy grasp. cheerfully to submit to, she makes " Imo. (still kneeling) Thou hast cast me down another from light,

Y another voluntary sacrifice of her honour, s From my high sphere of purity and peace, her husband, and her child, to another * Where once I walked in mine uprightness, sort of convenience or exigency which

blessed "Do not thou cast me into utter darkness."

is created by the urgency of nature or Ber. (looking on her with pity for a moment) the stress of passion. The events are Thou fairest flower

of ordinary occurrence and of ephemeWhy didst thou fling thyself across my path, My tiger spring must crush thee in its way,

ral frequency in vicious society; and But cannot pause to pity thee.

though the author has raised them to Imo, Thou must,

tragic dignity by his manner of telling - For I am strong in woes"-I ne'er reproached

and describing them, and the vivacious thee" I plead but with my agonies and tears-" touches of a very glowing pencil, yet Kind, gentle Bertram, my beloved Bertram, the real substratuin of the tale is one of For thou wert gentle once, and once beloved, Have mercy on me-Oh, thou couldst not think it.

itor those turbulent triumphs of passion over

Those (looking up, and seeing no relenting in his face, duty, which mar the peace of families she starts up wildly)

and make the practicers in Doctors' By hearen“ and all its host," he shall not perish. Ber. " By hell and all its host," he shall not commons. lire.

• That this murderous fellow of a count « This is no transient flash of fugitive passion is meant to engage our admiration and « His death bath been my life for years of misery * Which else I had not lived

yo interest our sympathies, is but too ap

interest our sympathies is but too an« Upon that thought, and not on food, I fed; parent. Aster Bertram bas revealed • Upon that thought, and not on sleep, I rested to the Prior his bloody trade as the lead* I come to do the deed that must be done-* Nor thou, nor sheltering angels could prevent

ens er of a banditti, and his yet more horme.”

rible purposes, the holy man, as he is Imo. “But man shall, miscreant"-help! called, thus addresses him : Ber. Thou cællest in vain

Prior. High-hearted man, sublime even in thy The armed vassals all are far from succour * Following St. Anselm's votarists to the con. A


Cod. And again, after the horrible murder, vent" * the band of blood are dækening in their bulguin sybick certainly had as little sublimity

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in it as the murders of Radcliffe High- tender object of the love of both its way, the saintly Prior'meets the bloody parents, stands pretty much without Bertram with this exclamation : defence, even at the bar of that tribunal Prior. This majesty of guilt doth awe my spi- where love holds its partial sessions.

On the stage there should be no k it the embodied fiend who tempted him Sublime in guilt?"

tampering with the Majesty of Heaven.' Never was a murderer of a man in Neither appeals, or addresses, nor power let off so well. He walks abroad prayers,

od prayers, nor invocations to the King a chartered ruffian ; and be who but a

of kings, nor images taken from his relittle before had been proclaimed as an

vealed word, or from bis providences, outlaw, and his life declared to be for

or bis attributes, can be decorously or feited, is left, after the assassination of

csafely introduced on the stage, or the greatest and most honourable mana

on adopted for the purposes of mere poeti

cal effect, or pretended situations. in the country, to hold a long parley with monks and friars, and at last to

Objects of such tremendous realily are die at his own leisure, and in his own mow me

di mewn not the proper appendages of fiction. manner. What occasioned the fall of

oned the call of They were intended only for hallowed Count Bertram and his banishment is

is uses, and not for entertainment or ornanot disclosed, but we are at liberty' to..

"ment. Upon these grounds it seems to suppose it was rebellious and treasona

us to be a practice that cannot be justible conduct. The Prior, who seems

fied by any prescriptive usage of the to have known him well, alludes to the

drama, to blend the pure idea of Heaven similarity of his case to that of the

and Heaven's King with the corrupt “star-bright apostate;" and the main

display of human passions, and repreground of his implacable hostility to se

tility to sentations of earthly turmoils and disLord Aldobrand is the patriotic office

tractions. We do not mark the play with which he is invested of preventing

before us as peculiarly deserving of him, if possible, from infesting the coast

censure in this respect; but the passas a marauder, and chasing him out of 3

of age which follows has given us the opthe woods wherein he and his banditti portunity of boldly declaring ourselves were secreting themselves. It does not on this subject, whatever credit we may appear that Aldobrand had vowed his

lose by it in the opinions of the more destruction, but on the contrary the

liberal critics of these times. . Prior thus advises him,

Imo. Aye, heaven and earth do cry, impas.

sible. “Flee to the castle of St. Aldobrand,

The shuddering angels round the eternal throne His power may give thee safety.”

Veiling themselves in glory, shriek impossible, So that upon the whole there seems Eu to be a want of a sufficient provocation We take our leave of Christabel and to the horrid crime which Bertram com. Bertram, but not without adverting, as mitted, except a tendency by nature in justice we ought, to the great disto acts of blood and cruelty be suppo- parity between these productions in sed to have pre-existed in his mind, the merits of the compositions. The and to have prepared the way to the poem wbich has been devominated villany which followed. And when“ wild and singularly original and beauall this is properly weighed, the despe- tisul," is, in our judgment, a weak and rate love towards such a restless ill-dis. singularly nonsensical and affected per. posed person in the mind of a gentle formance ; but the play of Bertram is lady, unsubdued by a union with a kind a production of undoubted genius. The and noble busband, distinguished by descriptive as well as the pathetic force public fidelity and private worth, the of many passages is admirable, and the fruit of which union was a child, the rhythm and cadence of the verse is

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musical, lofty, and full of tragic pomp. lent itself to the trickery of Lord ByAs the reader has observed, we have ron's cast of characters, and employed many serious objections to the piece, itself in presenting virtue and vice in and we cannot but greatly regret that a such delusive colours, and unappropriate mind like that of its author should bave forms.'

ART. 4. Airs of Palestine, a Poem. By John Pierpont, Esq. Baltimore.

B. Eddes.

COON after the discovery of America, citizens, to names that would adorn the

and when little was known of it, with annals of any age or nation ; and in certainty, but its existence, a theory point of general information, intelliwas started, by some of the philosophers gence, ingenuity, and enterprise, we of the old world, highly derogatory to dread comparison with none. the importance of their new acquisition; It is true we have produced but few

—which was no less than that this authors ;-yet fewer bad ones, in proContinent was a sort of after-creation, portion, tban is generally the case. As wben nature was in her dotage ; and we do not often see any but the more that in all her efforts in this hemisphere, approved works that appear abroad, we she betrayed manifest indications of are led to judge of the remainder by imbecility. A notion so suited to flat- these specimens. From fallacious preter European pride readily obtained; mises, it is not wonderful that we should and as more pains are usually taken to draw a false conclusion. Probably not circulate calumny than to refute it, the one work in ten, that is published in belief may possibly yet prevail where Great Britain, survives the first edition, it was propagated.

and scarcely one in ten of this decima The philosophers, however, happen. tion ever reaches this country. We ed, for once, to be mistaken,--the fact have little idea of the number of volumes being directly the reverse of the hypo- that fall daily still-born from the press iheses. The aspect of nature is both in the British metropolis. grander and more beautiful in America, But still, we are reproached because -her mien is more majestic, her fea- we have produced so few authors,-let tures are more varied and more lovely, their merits be as they may. We susher disposition is kinder, and her pro- pect that the old leaven of the original ducts are more liberal and diversified, error in regard to this country is at the than in any other quarter of the globe ; bottom of this argument, which is urged --and whatever grade, in the scale of by cavillers. The reason of this alleged. intellect, may be assigned to the abori- and admitted .deficiency, is perfectly gines, we can now boast a race of. men obvious, and in no degree impeaches who are able to vindicate their claims our capacity. Books are the manufacto the prerogative of talent.

ture of the mand ; -and precisely the We have no reason to blush at the same reason which has led us to rely character of our countrymen. We can on foreign skill and industry for many point, in the catalogue of our illustrious other fabrics, has induced us to import

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