RECOLLECTIONS OF A POETIC CHILDHOOD. CHARACTERISTICS OF THE PASSION OF LOVE AS MODIFIED BY THE POETICAL IMAGINATION. Παντα yag του 'κει και του θείου ορέγεται, κακείνου ενέκα πραττει όσα κατα φυσιν garru.-Aristot. De Animâ, ii. 4. Couched in the twilight bower of Memory, Ere yet her last faint vesper beam expires, Where fools still hear, and babblers still confess, For here-here chief-for millions here alone Gleam the veil'd glories of our deathless dower ; Here sound, though strange and dim their undertone, Here first the Nurseling of Eternity Lisps the weird language of his birthright, sighs That murmur infinite longings, tones that be Music strayed earthward from the spherèd skies. Infant of Hope, the Heir of heavenly joys Moulds his young heaven below, and sports among its toys! This Power, the Promise through the Pang still seeing, To paint the sunbow on the sunless storm; This power to make our Hope our present Being, Flesh with the life of Spirit to inform ; This high, heaven-framing instinct of the Heart, August disquietude, whose ceaseless art Time with Eternal hues can still invest, This, this, through Sense's earthlier tissue wove, Passion's dread mystery makes,—the high Sublime of Love! And hence, if now, quickening long-buried thought, Your Dreamer phantoms of dead joy present, Err not, as though some lower aim he sought, Nor basely deem of this high argument! For round this delicate Dream of tranced youth See the Number for October, 1841. Even as the cloud-born Iris, on whose form Sinks mantling, till the Fondling of the Storm, Expands the Formed not Found, the Venus of the Mind! We feel the freshening dew of eve, and think, We think or dream-that Dew of starry growth, Oh, thus, Nay more this sky-born instinct too hath made The wildering cataract, the sequester'd shade, On banquets sad and dim and desolate. The Heart, if not to Heaven or mortal clay, Must cling to very dreams, with them abide-decay. And some there be to whom a happier star Hath given to make their passionate breathings heard, To own the Silent Wanderer the preferred. A brain-born phantom! Yet the Dreamer gives In cloudy colouring o'er his eye, and bends To clasp the Form to which unconscious Fancy lends A vesture of the air! To Love like this Hence rose the old world's lovely madness-hence To rapture wanderers by celestial looks Startling like summer lightnings! Hence the train Of wondrous Shapes, half mortal half divine, Whose breathing marbles filled each storied fane, A dream-born Heaven to still the hunger of the Heart! And thus the Dream-Child loved! Thus thy young breast, For one who formed the angel he caress'd, Round Thee, as blossoms 'neath a western gale To shrine their parent tree in verdurous bowers, And garb its form with wreaths of its own spring-born flowers! That bright Ideal, moulded of fond thought, The fair Presiding Shape that haunts the heart, As rose that Sculptor's Wonder which combined Like sundawn on the waves, this magic o'er my soul. I saw in it the witching dream that wooed We walked in love beside the waters wild, O'er the hushed earth, when thunderous cloud-drifts lour Such is the mystic bond of lifeless forms To living feeling in our passionate days; Flushed by the kindred common glow that warms Diffusing soul o'er Nature, and from her Borrowing those deathless beauties for each thought Of the bright dreams she witness'd, which confer Eternity on Memory! They have caught Immortal Nature's glow; these blessed dreams Return, and with them woods, and wilds, and wandering streams! • The two rival theories of the Beautiful. A. W. von Schlegel (among others) has clearly and eloquently enforced the inadequacy of the former, Thus in the ancient forest-fane our minds With the deep mournful power that marks the Child of Song! Children-dream-haunted Children! Yet we mused Much marvelling, doubting-nay, even now confused Shed on the young heart of each wondering child, Strange hopes, sweet wants, such as that gentle age But years were fleet; we grew; and with us grew our hearts! And meet was she to be my Spirit's Bride, That ladye of the passionate breast, whose thought Was inexpressive beauty! Side by side With One whose soul was prison'd lightning, sought Of my strong visions, as amid the rocks And I was wont to gaze upon those eyes But the fine spirit from human passion drawn ; What marvel if, enwrapt in gorgeous forms Of fancied bliss, men's hearts still prone to pass Of Passion's clime of tempests, fail to deem Misfortune's hand can weave the texture of such dream! Hast thou beheld the pallid Felon wake Its cold damp misery vex his sickening sight,→→ 2 r VOL. XX. No. 119. 1830. Hast thou beheld him start with scream of joy, Know this, and thou hast known what human souls Its cloud of fancies to dissolve in tears. What then? the pang in mercy still is given, To wrench eternal hopes from Sense and Time; Must madden in earth's suffocating clime. All else is mockery that men pursue, GOD, and God's inbreath'd Life-the Sour, alone are true! B. THE HUSBAND-LOVER. A TRUE STORY. CHAPTER I. "On celui qui me flatte m'aime trop ou il ne m'estime assez." "ELLEN LEARY! Ellen Leary!" ex- "What do you mean, Judy?" said Ellen Leary, quietly laying aside her work, and evidently rather astonished at her visitor's not particularly ceremonious address: "won't you take a chair by the fire and warm yourself, for you must be wet from the shower." The speaker was a tall, finely formed young woman, with brilliant black eyes, and rich but not coarse complexion, which was heightened not a little by the unexpected appearance of her guest. Her glossy black hair was simply drawn back from a forehead of unusual whiteness, and fastened at the back in the style almost universal among the female peasantry of the south of Ireland. Seated on a low stool not far from the clean hearth, on which a few bright embers were blazing, she was busily engaged in plying her needle at the moment of her companion's entrance-a perfect picture of quiet industry and home content. The expression of her countenance was modest, thoughtful, and intelligent; but a close observer might have detected a slight compression of the lips, and a certain expression about the well-formed mouth, indicative of firmness, if not of obstinacy of disposition. The appearance of her |