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length discovered such a ftuation, first to his mafter, and then to the fell fait alleep upon. fo.ne withered Itranger, lea piog upon each with marks leaves. His dog lat watching at his of the utmost rapture, till too rudely feet, a small bundle of linen and a expresling his joy, the old man, totterstaff were placed belide him, and the ing, fell at the foot of a blasted beech, red rays of the declining sun, having that stood at the bottom of the hill. pierced through the shrubs that con. Wolkmar hastened to his relief, and Cealed the retreat, gleamed on the had just reached the spot, when startlanguid reatures of his beloved maf. ing back, he exclaimed, “ My father,
O my father !” Gothre, for, so the And long be thy relt, О Wolkmar! old man was called, saw and knew may sleep lit plealant on thy fou!! Un. his son, a smile of extacy lighied up happy map! war hach etranged thee his features, a hectic flushed his check, from thy native villa, C; war, unnatural his eyes beamed tianiport through the war (natched thee from thy Faoay and waters that luffused them, and streich, her infant. Where artshou,best of wives? ing forth his arms, he faintly uttered, thy Wolkmar lives ! 'twas error sprád “ My beloved son!” Nature could his death. Thou fled'it; thy beauty no more: the bloom upon his withcaught the eye of power ; thou fcd'it ered cheek fed fast away, ihe dewy wi:n thy infant and thy aged father. luftre of his eye grew dim, the throb,'. Unhappy woman! thy husband leekech bing of his heart oppressed him, and thee over the wilds of Switzerland. ftraining Wolkmar with convulliye Long be thy rest, О Wolkmar ! may energy, the last long breath of aged. Sleep fii pleasant on thy soul!. Gothre Aed cold across the cheek of
Yet not long did Wolkmar rest; his son.. starting, he beheld the dog, who, The night grew dark and unlovely, seizing his coat, had fhook it with the moon Itruggled to appear, and by violence; and having thoroughly ac fits her pale light streamed across the wakened bin, whining licked his lake, a lilence deep and terrible preface, and spraog through the thicket. vailed, unbroken bur by a cold shriek, Wolkmar, eagerly following, discern- that at intervals died along the valed at fome distance a man gently ley. Wolkmar lay eotranced upon the walking down the declivity of the op dead body of his father, the dog stood polite hill, and his own dog running motionless by his side ; but at last with full speed towards him. Th: alarmed, be licked their faces, and sun yet threw athwart the vale rays of pulled his master by the coat, will hava blood-red hue, the sky was overcast, ing in vain endeavoured to awaken and a few big round drops ruftled" them, he ran howling dreadfully along through the dropping leaves. Wolk- the valley; the demon of the eight mar fal him down, the dog now fawn- trembled on his hill of storms, and ed upon the man, then bounding ran the rocks returned a deepening echo. before him. The curiosity of Wolk Wolkmar at last awoke, a cold mar was roused, he rose to meet the sweat trickled over his forehead, every stranger, who, as he drew near, ap- muscle shook with horror, and, kneel. peared old, very old, his steps scarce ing by the body of Gothre, he wept, supporting with a staff; a blue mantle. aloud. “ Where is my Fanny," he was wrapped around him, and his hair exclaimed, “ Where shall I find her? and beard, white as Inow, and wav- oh! that thou had'st told me the yet ing to the breeze of the hill, received lived, good old man ! if alive, my from beneath a dark cloud, the laft God, she must be near : the night is deep crimson of the setting fun. dark, these mountains are unknown The dog now run wagging his tail, to me." As he spoke, the illumined
edge of a cloud fhone on the face of we will die also, my Billy! Gothre Gothre, a smile yet dwelt on his is gone to your own dear father, and features. Smileit thou, my father,” they are both happy yonder, my Bilfaid Wolkmar, “ I feel it at my ly," pointing to the moon. : heart; all tha!! yet be well.” The Wolkmar, in the mean time,' food night again grew dark, and W lkmar, enveloped with fhade, his armis itretchretiring a few paces from his father, ed out, motionless, and fixed in Glent threw himself on the ground.
astonishment ; his tongue clove to the He had not continued many mic roof of his mouth, and he faintly and putes in this fituation, before the dif- with difficultv uttered, “ Miy Fanny, tant found of voices struck his ear ; my chili!" His accents reached her they seemed to iffae froin different ear, she sprang wildly from the ground, parts of the valley, and two or three “ It is my Wolkmar's spirit,” he ex. evidently approached the spot where claimed. The lky instantly cleared Gothre lay; the name of Gothre! all around, and Wolkmar burit upon Gothre! mournfully ran from rock to her sight. They rushed together, she tock. Wolkmar, starting from the fasted. “ God of mercies !” cried ground, fighed with anxiety and ap- Wolkmar, * if thou wilt net drive prehenfion ; leaning forward he listen- me mad, restore her to life : fhe ed with fearful apprehension but the breathes, I thank thee, O my God, beating of his heart appalled bim. The breathes! the wife of Wolkmar!" The dog who, at first alarmed, had Fanny recovering, felt the warm em.crept to his master's feet, began now braces of her beloved husbanů: “Dear, to bark with vehemence ; suddenly dear Wolkmar," she faintly whisperthe voices ceased, and Wolkmar ed, “ Thy Fanny- I cannot Speak; my thought he heard the soft and quick Wolkmar, I am too happy ; see oor tread of people fast approaching. At Billy!" The boy had crept clofe to this moment, the moon burit from be- his father, and was clasping him sonnd hind a dark cloud, and fhone fuil on the knees. The tide of affection rushthe dead body of Gothre. A thrill ed impetuously through the bosom of skriek pierced the air, and a young Wolkmar, ” it presses on my heart," woman rufhing forward fell on the he said, “ I cannot bear it.” The boly of Gothre. « Oh, my Billy," domestics, whom Fanny had brought the exclaimed to a little boy, who ran with her, crouded round:“ Let us up to her out of breath, “ fee your knee!," said Wolkmar, « round the beloved Gothre! he is gone for ever, body of aged Gothre:" They knek gone to heaven and left us. O my around, the moon fhope sweetly on the poor child! (clafping the boy, who earth, and the fpirit of Gothre palled cried most bitterly,) what thall we do by, he saw his children and was hape without him, what will become of us, py.
On the Gothic Superftition. *
There would he dream of graves, and corfes pale;
Or blaft that Hricks by fits the fhuddering ifles along. BEATTIE. the various kinds of fuperfti- fluenced the human mind, node apa tiga which have in any age in- pear to have operated with fo much From the fame.
effe&t as what has been termed the of Shakspeare, yet are they equally Gothic. Even in the present polished solemn and striking. The abrupt period of society, there are thousands and rapid fervor of "imagination, who are alive to all the horrors ofwitch- the vivid touches of enthusiasm, craft, to all the folemn and terrible mark his composition, and his specgraces of the appalling spectre. The tres rush upon the eye with all the fiumost enlightened mind, the mind, frée pendous vigour of wild and momenfrom all taint of superstition involun- tary creation. So deep and uniform tarily acknowledges the power of a melancholy pervades the poetry of Gothic agency; and the lare favours this author, that, whether from naable reception which iwo or three tural disposicion, or the preffure of publications in this style haye met misfortune, from the face of the with, is a convincing proof of the af- country which he inhabited, or the fertion. The enchanted forest of Tal- insulated fate of society, he seems fo, the spectre of Camoens, and the ever to have avoided imagery of a apparitions of Shakspeare, are to this, light and airy kind; oih swife, from day highly plealing, striking, and the origin-lity of his genius, much in sublime features in these delightful this way mizht have been expected. compositions.
As to the superstition of the LowAnd although this kind of super- lands, it differs so little from the itition be able to arrest every faculty lighter Gothic, that I know not wheof the human mind, and to shake, as ther I am warranted in drawing any it were, all nature with horror, yet distinction between them. It is not, does it also delight in the most spor- however, peculiar to this district of tive and elegant imagery. The tra- Scotland, the Highlanders in many ditionary tales of elves and fairies still' parts, especially in their beautiful convey to a warm imagination an in- little vales, being still enthusiastic in exhausted source of invention, sup- their belief of it. plying all those wild, romantic, and These are then the two species of varied ideas with which a wayward superstition which seem molt capfancy loves to sport. The Provencal able of invigorating the powers of bards, and the neglected Chaucer imagination : how feeble, cold, and and Spenser, are the originals from insipid are the mythological fables of whence this exquisite mythology has the classic bard, compared to the bold been drawn, improved, and applied and daring fictions of the Gothic with so much inventive elegance by Muse. Shakspeare. The flower and the It has been, however, too much leaf of Chaucer is replete with the the fashion among critical writers, to most luxuriant description of these condemn the introduction of this kind præternatural beings.
of imagery, as puerile and absurd ; Next to the Gothic in point of fub- but, whilft it is thus formed to infus limi:y and imagination comes the ence mankind, to surprize, elevate, Celic, which, if the superstition of and delight, with a willing admiration, the Lowlands be esteemed a part of every faculty of the haman mind, how it, may, with equal propriety be di. shall criticism with impunity dare to vided into the terrible and the spor- expunge it? Genius has ever had a tive; the former, as displayed in the predilection for it, and has prer songs and ballads of the Low Coun- been the favourite superstition of the try. Offian has opened a new field poets. I may venture, I think, to for invention, he has coloured a predict, that if at any time this fpeset of beings unknown to Gothic cies of fabling be totally laid afide, fiction ; his ghosts are not the ghosts our national poetry will degencrale VOL. XII, NO 72. .
into mere morality, criticism, and of Mr Hole's Arthur, or the Nors fa:ire; and that the fublime and ter- thern Enchantment, will again call rible, and fanciful in poetry, will do the attention of the public to those longer exist. The recent publication fertile sources of invention, for it is
In scenes like these, which, daring to depart
From sober truth, are still to nature true,
Th'heroic muse employ'd her Taffo's art!
To hear his harp, by British Fairfax strung,
Believ'd the magic wonders which he sung!
The poet from whose works the a- frequently classed him with a Tickell bove quotation has been taken, pof- and a Hammond, yet with the dif fessed all that fervor of enthusiasm, all cerning few will he ever hold an esthat warmth of imagination charac- alted rank in the regions of pa:hos teristic of true genius; and althoug'i and invention. ignorance and bad taste have not un
By fairy hands his knell is rung;
To dweli a weeping " Votress” there. But to return to our subject.-Al. Barbauld, under the title of Sir Ber though so great a disparity evidently trand, the transition is inmediately obtains between the two species of Go- from the deep Gorhic to the Arabic thic superstition, the terrible and the or Saracenic fuperftition; which slsportive ; yet no author, that I am though calculated to forprize, would acquainted with, has availed himself have given more pleasure, and would of this circumstance, and thrown have rendered the preceding scenes them into immediate conuaft. In a of horror more striking, bad it beca fragment lately published by Mrs of a light and contrafted kind..
Review of New Pablications. d deferiptive Account of the land of Jamaica : By William Beckford, Eją
Author of Remarks on the Situatim of Negrees in Jamaica. In Ta luoxes. 80. I'd. I. PP. 464. a. II. PP. 405. 125. Boardı. Eger tors. 1790.
GENTLEMAN, resident for several concerned in its plantations and traf 1 years in Jamaica, and largely fic, must be able to afford the pubbc * just account of this important part bope, that if neither' abolition nor e. of the British dominions; especially mancipation shall take place, a full if, to natural capacity, he adds, as and efficient reformation may ; " and Mr Beckford appears to do, the im- under this idea, (he adds,) there canprovements of reading, scientific in- not be a doubt but that the Negroes quiry, and observation, The volumes may be made as contented and hapbefore us, accordingly, contain much py, as their ideas of contentment information, and cannot fail of afford- and happiness can possibly extend.' ing amusement and pleasure to the We find that Mr Beckford canreader, though they do not form a not really vindicate the practice of perfect production,
flavery; the injustice and cruelty in It would be eafy to point out feve. which it originates, are charges that ral blemishes ; some of which, at least, ftill cleave to it, amid all arguments might have been corrected, or pre- that can be offered in its favour; vented, with but little trouble to the and which alone, whatever might be writer ; there are instances in which faid to pallinte fubsequent evils, prore the style is inacurate, or awkward and that it is criminal, and ought by some obscure; at other times it appears in- means, though gradually, to be supflated or affected ; occafionally, the pressed. It does not appear that mer digreffions are tirefome, and the pro. thus degraded and oppressed, so far hixity is unpleasant; repetitions fre- from meriting punishment, can be quently occur; and the descriptions, juftly censured for contrising and though interesting and exprellive, may employing measures to regain that liconfilt too much of poetical profe for berty of which they have been robfome ears, or approach too near to bed. Mr Beckford, as we have hint. bombalt :-on such accounts, the ed, at one time mourns over their dis. work lies open to censure, and may tresses, and at another describes their poffibly try the patience of the reader; state as easy : though he appears, in who will yet, if good-natured, be in this respect, to be rather perplexed. clined to make confiderable allowan, Descriptive writing is frequently ces for an author, who evidently attempted by this author, and free writes under deep depression of fpi- quently with some success. He finds rits and peiturbation of mind. many picturesque views for the pur
Mr Beckford is an advocate for the pose, in the land, the ocean, the 'heaNaves; he laments their fuifferings; veos, and the different kinds of em. complains of the injustice to which ployments which are here prosecuted : they are subjected ; and points out —ome of the founes are of a pleafin g particular initances of the ill-treate and cntcrtzining nature,—lome are ment that they receive from inhuman grand, awful, and terrific : ihe author and avaricious masters. He is at wishes for the band of an artist, who the same time, an avowed adverfary could make them glow on the canvas; to an abolition of the trade, or eman. and Aaiters himseif that, in some fucipation of the Negroe: he alfo taiks ture period. such a desire will be gramuch of the peace and comfort which cifed : he allures the reader, that the this people obtain in Jamaica, and observations which he hath made on would perfuade the reader that it is she scenery of Jamaica are the faithsuperior to what is known to the ge- ful consequences of a long and minerality of the lower orders of society nute investigation of its beacties ; in Great Britain : but indeed there «nor," says he, am I conscious appears to be a degree of inconfiften- that I have introduced one single obcy in his observations at different ject of nature that I have not frequentzimes. He, however, declares his ly had before my eyes, and have not
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