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JULY 1818.


Contents. Essays on the Lake School of Poetry, The English in Parisumman. un 446

No I. Wordsworth's White Doe of Horæ Cambricæ, No I. Some of the Rylstone

369 Truds of the Island of Britain.... 448 Letter to a Politician..

1381 The Cockney School of Poetry, No III. 453 On Calumnies against the Living.. 388 Fox and

-456 Anecdotes of the Fife Gypsies, No IV...393 Sanscrit Ode— The Brownrigg Ashtaké, Biographical Notices of William Russell, a Sanscrit Ode in Honour of his ExLL.D. by Dr Irving

-398 cellency Sir Robert Brownrigg, G.C.B. The Mad Banker of Amsterdam, or, Governor of Ceylon ; by Petros Pun

the fate of the Brauns. A Poem, in dita Sekara, a Native of the said IsFour Cantos. By William Wastle, land


a 402 Letters of Timothy Tickler to eminent Report of the Committee, appointed by Literary Characters the Society of Dilettanti to examine

Letter IV. To the Editor of BlackMr Elliott's plans for the repair of the

wood's Magazine macamcomm. 461 Cathedral Church of St Giles, Edin- Important Discovery of extensive Veins burgh.


and Rocks of Chromate of Iron in the History of a Six Weeks' Tour through Shetland Islands

-463 France, &c.

-412 Notice of the Operations undertaken Translations from the German.

to determine the figure of the Earth, To Ebert (From the German of by M. Biot, of the Academy of SciKlopstock).


ib. The Black Yager's Song (From the German of Körner)


LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC The Murderess (From the German

INTELLIGENCE. mmmmmm.471 of Schiller) cocoon

-418 Time's Magic Lanthern, No VII. Adam WORKS preparing for PUBLICATION ...-474

Smith and Highland MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICAOutlines of Philosophical TIONS

manw 476 Report for 1818 of the Institation for

the Education of Deaf and Dumb Children


MONTHLY REGISTER. Miss Spence and the Bagman...

428 Letter, from the Author of the “ Vin. Commercial Report

-480 dication of the Memorie of the Som- Meteorological Report.

487 ervilles," to Sir Henry Steuart of Promotions and Appointments 488 Allanton, Bart.

438 Births, Marriages, and Deaths.romaan „492


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as to bestow the “hallowed name' upon such writers as the Sprats, and

Yaldens, and Dukes, and Pomfrets, No I.

et hoc genus omne,” whom the WORDSworth's White Doe of Ryl- courtesy, and ignorance of a former

age admitted into the poetical brotherstone.

hood. Unless a Poet be now a Poet The three great master-spirits of our indeed, unless he possess something day, in the poetical world, are Scott, of " the vision and the faculty dia Wordsworth, and Byron. But there vine,”-he dies at once, and is heard never were minds more unlike to each of no more. There is, of necessity, in other than theirs are, either in original so poetical an age as this, a vast crowd conformation or in the course of life. of deluded followers of the Muse, who It is great and enduring glory to this mistake the will for the power. But age, to have produced three Poets,—of the evil of this is not great. The perfectly original genius,-unallied to genuine Poets, and these alone, are each other,--drinking inspiration from admired and beloved. Of them we fountains far apart, -who have built have many ; but we believe that we up superb structures of the imagina- speak the general voice, when we place tion, of distinct orders of architecture, on a triple throne, Scott, Wordsworth, -and who may indeed be said to rule, and Byron. each by a legitimate sovereignty, over Though greatly inferior in many separate and powerful provinces in the things to his illustrious brethren, Scott kingdom of Mind. If we except the is perhaps, after all, the most unequiElizabethan age, in which the poetical vocally original. We do not know of genius of the country was turned pas- any model after which the form of his sionately to the drama, and which principal Poems has been moulded. produced an unequalled constellation They bear no resemblance, and, we of great spirits, we believe that no must allow, are far inferior to the heother period of English literature could roic Poems of Greece ; nor do they, exhibit three such Poets as these, though he has been called the Ariosto standing in conspicuous elevation a- of the North, seem to us to resemble, mong a crowd of less potent, but en- in any way whatever, any of the great lightened and congenial Worthies. Poems of modern Italy. He has given There is unquestionably an etherial a most intensely real representation of flush of poetry over the face of this the living spirit of the chivalrous age land. Poets think and feel for them- of his country. He has not shrouded selves, fearlessly and enthusiastically. the figures or the characters of his There is something like inspiration in heroes in high poetical lustre, so as to the works of them all. They are far dazzle us by resplendent fictitious superior indeed to the mere clever beings, shining through the scenes verse-writers of our Augustan age, and events of a half-imaginary world. It is easy to see in what feelings, and They are as much real men in his in what faculties, our living Poets ex- poetry, as the “ mighty Earls” of old cel their duller prose brethren ; and are in our histories and annals. The the world is not now so easily duped, incidents, too, and events, are all wonia


derfully like those of real life ; and kindling power over the actions and when we add to this, that all the most characters of our own age. interesting and

impressive superstitions Byron is in all respects the very opand fancies of the times are in his posite of Scott. He never dreams of poetry incorporated and intertwined wholly giving up his mind to the inwith the ordinary tissue of mere hu- fluence of the actions of men, or the man existence, we feel ourselves hur- events of history. He lets the world ried from this our civilized age, back roll on, and eyes its wide-weltering into the troubled bosom of semibar- and tumultuous waves-even the cabarous life, and made keen partakers lamitous shipwrecks that strew its in all its impassioned and poetical darkness with a stern, and somecredulities. His Poems are historical times even a pitiless misanthropy. He narrations, true in all things to the cannot sympathise with the ordinary spirit of history, but everywhere over- joys or sorrows of humanity, even spread with those bright and breath- though intense and overpowering. ing colours which only genius can They must live and work in intellect bestow on reality; and when it is re- and by intellect, before they seem collected, that the times in which his worthy of the sympathy of his impescenes are laid and his heroes act were netrable soul. His idea of man, in distinguished by many of the most the abstract, is boundless and magnienergetic virtues that can grace or ficent; but of men, as individuals, he dignify the character of a free people, thinks with derision and contempt. and marked by the operation of great Hence he is in one stanza a sublime passions and important events, every moralist, elevated and transported by one must feel that the poetry of Wal- the dignity of human nature ; in the ter Scott is, in the noblest sense of the next à paltry satirist, sneering at its word, national; that it breathes upon

Hence he is unwilling to us the bold and heroic spirit of per- yield love or reverence to any thing turbed but magnificent ages, and con- that has yet life; for life seems to sink nects us, in the midst of philosophy, the little that is noble into the degrascience, and refinement, with our tur- dation of the much that is vile. The bulent but high-minded ancestors, of dead, and the dead only, are the obwhom we have no cause to be ashamed, jects of his reverence or his love; for whether looked on in the fields of war death separates the dead from all conor in the halls of peace. He is a true nexion, all intimaey with the living ; knight in all things,-free, courteous, and the memories of the great or good and brave. War, as he describes it, alone live in the past, which is a world is a noble game, a kingly pastime. He of ashes. Byron looks back to the is the greatest of all War-Poets. His tombs of those great men

" that stand Poetry might make a very coward in assured rest;" and gazing, as it fearless. In Marmion, the battle of were, on the bones of a more gigantic Flodden agitates us with all the terror race, his imagination then teems with of a fatal overthrow. In the Lord of corresponding births, and he holds the Isles, we read of the field of Ban- converse with the mighty in language nockburn with clenched hands and worthy to be heard by the spirits of fiery spirits, as if the English were the mighty. It is this contrast bestill our enemies, and we were vic- tween his august conceptions of man, torious their invading king. and his contemptuous opinion of men, There is not much of all this in any that much of the almost incomprehenmodern poetry but his own ; and sible charm, and power, and enchanttherefore it is, that, independently of ment of his Poetry exists. We feel all his other manifold excellencies, we ourselves alternately sunk and eleglory in him as the great modern vated, as if the hand of an invisible National Poet of Scotland,-in whom being had command over us.

At one old times revive,--whose Poetry pre- time we are a little lower than the vents History from becoming that angels; in another, but little higher which, in times of excessive refine- than the worms. We feel that our ment, it is often too apt to become a elevation and our disgrace are alike dead letter,—and keeps the animating the lot of our nature; and hence the and heroic spectacles of the past mov- Poetry of Byron, as we before reing brightly across our every-day marked, is read as a dark, but still a world, and flashing out from them a divine revelation.


If Byron be altogether unlike Scott, he has rendered it more creative to our Wordsworth is yet more unlike Byron. imaginations. With all the great and essential facul- We are well aware, that what we ties of the Poet, he possesses the calm have now written of Wordsworth is and self-commanding powers of the not the opinion entertained of his gePhilosopher. He looks over human nius in Scotland, where, we believe, life with a steady and serene eye; he his Poetry is scarcely known, except listens with a fine ear “ to the still by the extracts from it, and criticisms sad music of humanity." His faith is upon it, in the Edinburgh Review. unshaken in the prevalence of virtue But in England his reputation is high, over vice, and of happiness over mi. -indeed, among many of the very sery; and in the existence of a hea- best judges, the highest of all our venly law operating on earth, and, in living Poets; and it is our intention, spite of transitory defeats, always vi- in this and some other articles, to give sibly triumphant in the grand field of our readers an opportunity of judging human warfare. Hence he looks over for themselves, whether he is or is not the world of life, and man, with a great Poet. This they will best be a sublime benignity; and hence, de- enabled to do by fair and full critiques lighting in all the gracious dispensa- on all his principal Poems, and by full. tions of God, his great mind can and copious quotations from them, sewholly deliver itself up to the love of lected in an admiring but impartial a Aower budding in the field, or of a spirit. We purpose to enter, after this child asleep in its cradle; nor, in doing has been done, at some length into the so, feels that Poetry can be said to stoop peculiarities of his system and of his or to descend, much less to be de- genius, which we humbly conceive we graded, when she embodies, in words have studied with more care, and, we of music, the purest and most delight- fear not to say, with more knowledge ful fancies and affections of the human and to better purpose, than any writer heart. This love of the nature to in the Edinburgh Review. Indeed, which he belongs, and which is in the general conviction of those whose him the fruit of wisdom and experi- opinions are good for any thing on the ence, gives to all his Poetry a very subject of Poetry is, that, however peculiar, a very endearing, and, at the excellent many of the detached remarks same time, a very lofty character. His on particular passages may be, scarcely Poetry is little coloured by the artifi- one syllable of truth-that is, of knowcial distinctions of society. In his de- ledge-has ever appeared in the Edinlineations of passion or "character, he burgh Review on the general principles is not so much guided by the varieties of Wordsworth’s Poetry, or, as it has produced by customs, institutions, been somewhat vaguely, and not very professions, or modes of life, as by philosophically, called, the Lake School those great elementary laws of our of Poetry. We quarrel with no critic nature which are unchangeable and for his mere critical opinions; and in the same; and therefore the pathos the disquisitions which, ere long, we and the truth of his most felicitous shall enter into on this subject, we Poetry are more profound than of any shall discuss all disputed points with other, not unlike the most touching perfect amenity, and even amity, toand beautiful passages in the Sacred wards those who, “ toto cælo,” dissent Page. The same spirit of love, and from our views. There is by far too benignity, and etherial purity, which much wrangling and jangling in our breathes over all his pictures of the periodical criticism. Every critic, nowvirtues and the happiness of man, pera-days, raises his bristles, as if he were vades those too of external nature. afraid of being thought too tame and i Indeed, all the Poets of the age, -and good-natured. There is a want of none can dispute that they must like- genial feeling in professional judges of wise be the best Critics,-have given Poetry; and this want is not always up to him the palm in that Poetry supplied by a deep knowledge of the which commerces with the forms, and laws. For our own parts, we intend hues, and odours, and sounds, of the at all times to write of great living material world. He has brightened Poets in the same spirit of love and the earth we inhabit to our eyes ; he reverence with which it is natural to has made it more musical to our ears; regard the dead and the sanctified ;

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