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much delight in his lordship’s writings. and the judgment we have pronounced But when, in the midst of his pathos, we upon them. In bis present performance recollect his character, we are disgusted there is little to excite reprehension, or with his affectation. When he makes indeed any thing else. It is altogether the pretence of paternal kindness for his unworthy of his lordship's reputation, infant daughter, a cloak beneath which to and only remarkable as it affords another stab afresh the bleeding bosom of that in- evidence of that incontinence in his lordfant's mother, we are the more revolted ship which we have so often reproved. If at the atrocity of the act from the sanc- the noble author desire posthumous fame, tity of the disguise. In listening to his he should treasure up a legacy for posteinvocations of solitude and silence, we rity. Indeed if he would not survive his are led to reflect on the causes which celebrity, he must be more prudent in his have rendered him an outcast from soci- demands on a complaisant public. We ety. When we hear him arraigning Hea- suspect, however, that the Lament of ven, and uttering imprecations on man Tasso,' like Peter Pindar's razors, was kind, we cannot but call to remembrance made to sell.' Notwithstanding his lordhis heinous ingratitude to the one, and ship's youthful deprecat:on of mercenary his manifold injuries to the other. Many motives, he has of late found it exceedof his sentiments, it is true, harmonize ingly convenient to replenish his empty with his condition. But these are not coffers by vending the lumber of the of the class which we admire.

brain'-and, we believe, has discovered We are anxious to be distinctly under

it to be a gainful trade. But we did not stood in regard to the nature of the im thinkt hat after his vehement phillippic pressions we are apt to receive from his against this contraband traffic, he would lordship’s most applauded and intrinsi- so soon have taken to peddling small cally finest passages.

The more we wares. What price his lordship may

The more we should approve them as truths, the more have received for this copy of verses: we abhor them as lies. When lord By- we know not-five hundred pounds perron murmurs in the impassioned and des- haps—but be that as it may, we will give ponding tones of Petrarch, or Camoens, it to our readers gratis-por shall we reor Tasso, we are affected much in the quire many thanks for the donation. game manner that we should be by the may be well, however, to explain the cirJanguage of Cato in the mouth of Clodius. cumstance on which it is founded. Tasso We must be persuaded of the sincerity was patronized at an early age, by Alof an orator, or of a poet, before we can phonso Duke of Ferrara. He produced yield ourselves up to his power. Mere his poem of Rinaldo, at Padua, when he rhetorical declamation,

was but seventeen years old, and four Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

years after placed himself under the pro

" tection of this prince. Alphonso procurBut when we perceive the absolute men- ed him an employment in the suite of his dacity of the speaker, when his tongue is brother, a Cardinal and ambassador from contradicted by the whole tenor of his the Pope to the court of France. On his life, we are more struck hy the effrontery return to Ferrara the young poet suffered of the falsehood, than with the beauty of himself to become enamoured of Elenothe sentiment.

ra, the sister of his sovereign. He strugLord Byron has so impoliticly ap- gled with his passion and retired to Sor propriated to himself prominent senti- rento in Naples, his native place, where ments, expressed in the persons of his his sister resided. But absence served heroes, that we are perhaps induced to only to inflame his passion. Unable extend the parallel of their situations longer to deny himself the pleasure of seeand opinions further than his lordship ing his mistress, he returned to Ferrara, intended. Thus, this injudicious associ- and such was the uncontrollable force of ation of himself with the creatures of his his love, that he had the rashness to emfancy, besides robbing us of the pleasure brace the princess in a crowded assemwe might have derived from a tempora- bly. The Duke Alplonso, who witnossry oblivion of his actual profligacy, has ed his extravagance, coolly ordered him filled our apprehensions with the spec- to be confined as a maniac in the hospital tres of unperpetrated crimes. We sin- of St. Anne. Here for twenty years he cerely regret the double injustice which suffered all that his own sensibility, and his lordship has by this means com the scenes around him, could infict. It mitted.

is not wonderful that he should, at times, We have made the above remarks in re- have experienced the malady in puted ference to lord Byron's past productions to him. He was eventually released and

retired to Naples


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Above me hark! the long and maniac cry 1.

Of minds and bodies in Long years !--it tries the thrilling frame to bear

And hark! the lash and the increasing howl, And eagle-spirit of a Child of Song

And the half-inarticulate blasphemy!

There be some here with worse than frenzy foul, Long years of outrage, calumny and wrong;

Some who do still goad on the o'er-laboured mind, Imputed madness, prisoned solitude,

And dim the light little that's left behind
And the mind's canker in its savage mood,
When the impatient thirst of light and air

With needless torture, as their tyrant will
Parches the heart; and the abhorred grate,

Is wound up to the lunt of doing ill:

. With these and with their victims am I classed, Marring the sunbeams with its hideous shade,

'Mid sounds and sights like these long years hare Works through the throbbing eyeball to the brain With a hot sense of heaviness and pain ;

passed ; And bare, at once, Captivity displayed

'Mid sights and sounds like these my life mar

close : Stands scoffing through the never-opened gate, Which nothing through its bars admits, save day

So let it be-for then I shall repose.
And tasteless food, which I have eat alone

Till its unsocial bitterness is gone;
And I can banquet like a beast of prey,

I have been patient, let me be so yet:
Sullen and lonely, couching in the cave

I had forgotien half I would forget, Which is my lair, and it may be-my grave.

But it revives-oh! would it were my lot All this hath somewhat worn me, and may wear,

To be forgetful as I am forgot! But must be borne. I stoop not to despair;

Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell For I have battled with mine agony,

In this rast lazar-house of many woes? And made me wings wherewith to overfly

Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the The narrow circus of my dungeon wall,

mind, And freed the Holy Sepulchre from thrall :

Nor words a language, nor e'en men mankind; And revelled among men and things divine,

Where cries reply to curses, shrieks to blows, And poured my spirit over Palestine,

And each is tortured in his separate hellIn honour of the sacred war for hiin,

For we are crowded in our solitudes The God who was on earth and is in heaven,

Many, but each divided by the wall, For he hath strengthened me in heart and limb.

Which echoes Madness in her babling moods:That through this sufferance I might be forgiven,

While all can bear, none heed his neighbour's

I have employed my penance to record
How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored.

None! save that One, the veriest wretch of all,
Who was not made to be the mate of these,
Nor bound between Distraction and Disease.

Felt I not wroth with those who placed me here? But this is o'er--iny pleasant task is done :--

Who have debased me in the minds of men,
My long-sustaining friend of many years!
It'I do blot thy final page with tears,

Debarring me the usage of my own,

Blighung my life in best of its career, Know, that my sorrows have wrung from me

Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? none.

Would I not pay them back these pangs again, But thou, my young creation ! my soul's child!

And teach them inward sorrow's stitleu groan? Which ever playing round me came and smiled,

The struggle to be calm, and cold distress, And wooed me from myself with thy sweet sight,

Which underiniues our stoical success ? .
Thou too art gone--and so is my delight:

No!--still too proud to be vindicuve-
And therefore do I weep and inly bleed
With this last bruise upon a broken reed.

Have pardoneu princes' insults, and would die,

Yes, Sister of my Sovereign ! for thy sake
Thou too art ended-what is left me now?
For I have anguish yet to bear-and how?

I weed all bitterness from out my breast,

It hath po business where thou art a guest; I know not that-but in the innate force

T'hy brother hales--but I can not detest; Of my own spirit shall be found resource. 1 bave not sunk, for I had no remorse,

Thou pitiest noi-but I can not forsale. Nor cause for such ; they called me mad-and

why? Oh Leonora ! wilt not thou reply?

Look on a love which knows not to despair, I was indeed delirious in my heart

But all unquenched is still my better part, Tu lift my love so lofty as thou art;

Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart But still my frenzy was not of the mind;

As dwells the gathered lightning in its cloud, I knew my fault, and feel my punishment

Encompassed with its dark and rolling shroud, Not less because I suffer it unbent.

Till struck,- forth flies the all-ethereal dart! That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, And thus at the collision of thy name Hath been the sin which shuts me from inankind; The vivid thought still flashes through my frame, But let them go, or torture as they will,

And for a moment all things as they were My heart can multiply thine image still;

Flit by me; they are gone-l am the same. Successful love may sate itself away,

And yet my love without ambition grew ; The wretched are the faithful ; 'Lis their fute I knew thy state, my station, and I knew To have all feeling save the one decay,

A princess was no love-mate for a bard; And every passion into one dilate,

I told it not, I breathed it not, it was As rapid rivers into ocean pour;

Sufficient to itself, its own reward; But ours is fathonless, and bath no shore.

And if my eyes revealed it, they, alas!

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Were punished by the silentness of thine, With pilfering pranks and petty pains, below
And yet I did not venture to repine.

The feeling of the healthful and the free;
Thou wert to me a crystal-girded shrine,

But much to One, who long hath suffered so, Worshipped at holy distance, and around

Sickness of heart, and narrowness of place, Hallowed and meekly kissed the saintly ground; And all that may be borne, or can debase. Not for thou wert a princess, but that Love I thought mine enemies had been but man, Had robed thee with a glors, and arrayed But spirits may be leagued with them--all Earth Thy lineaments in beauty that dismayed

Abandons-Heaven forgets me--in the dearth Oh! not dismayed-but awed, like One above; Of such defence the Powers of Evil can, And in that sweet severity, there was

It may be, tempt me further, and prevail
A something which all softness did surpass Against the outworn creature they assail.
I know not how-thy genius mastered mine Why in this furnace is my spirit proved
My star stood still before thee :-if it were Like steel in tempering fire because I loved !
Presumptuous thus to love without design, Because I loved what not to love, and see,
That sad fatality hath cost me dear; :

Was more or less than mortal, and than me.
But thou art dearer still, and I should be
Fit for this cell, which wrongs me, but for thee.

IX. 'The very love which locked me to my chain

I once was quick in feeling--that is o'erHath lightened half its weight; and for the rest,

My scars are callous, or I should have dashed Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,

My brain against these bars as the sun flashed And look to thee with undirided breast,

In mockery through them ;- if I bear and bore And foil the ingenuity of Pain.

The much I have recounted, and the more

Which hath no words, 'tis that I would not die VI.

And sanction with self-slaughter the dull lie It is not marvel-from my very birth

Which shared me here, and with the brand of My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade

shaine And mingle with whatc'er I saw on earth; Stamp madness deep into my memory, Of objects all inanimate I made

And woo compassion to a blighted name, Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers,

Sealing the sentence which my foes proclaim. And rocks, whereby thes grew, a paradise, No-it shall be immortal!--and I make Where I did lay mne down within the shade A future temple of my present cell, Of waving trees, and dreamed uncounted hours, Which nations yet shall visit for my sake. Though I was chid for wandering; and the wise While thou, Ferrara! wben no longer dwell Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said The ducal chiefs within thee, shalt fall down, Of such materials wretched men were made, And crumbling piecemeal view thy hearthless And such a truant boy would end in wo,

halls, And that the only lesson was a blow;

A poet's wreath shall be thine only crown, And then they smote me, and I did not weep, A poet's dungeon thy most far renown, But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled Returned and wept alone, and dreamed again

walls The visions which arise without a sleep.

And thou, Leonora ! thou—who wert ashamed And with my years my soul began to pant That such as I could love--who blushed to hear With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain; To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear, And the whole heart exhaled into One Waut, Go! tell thy brother that my heart, untamed But undefined and wandering, till the day

By grief, years, weariness and it may be I found the thing I sought--and that was thee; A taint of that he would impute to meAnd then I lost my being all to be

From long ipfection of a den like this, Absorbed in thine-he world was past away Where the inipd rots congenial with the abyss, Thou didst annihilate the earth to me!

Adores thee still;--and add--that when the

towers VII.

And battlements which guard his joyous hours I loved all solitude-but little thought

Of banquet, dance, and revel, are forgot, To spend I know not what of life, remote

Or left untended in a dull repose, From all communion wlth existence, save

This-this shall be a consecrated spot! The inaniac and his tyrant; had I been

But Thou—when all that Birth and Beauty Their fellow, many years ere this had seen

throws My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave; Of magic round thee is extinct-shalt have But who hath seen me wriihe, or heard me rave? One hali the laurel which o'ershades my grave. Percbance in such a cell we suffer more

No power in death can tear our names apart, Than the wrecked sailor on his desert shore ; As noile in life could rend thee from my heart. The world is all before him-mine is here,

Yes, Leonora! it shall be our fate Scarce twice the space they must accord my To be entwined forever--but too late!

bier. What though he perish, he may list his eyo

This is all! Here is the whole of lord And with a dying glance upbraid the sky

Byron's book, called the Lament of I will not raise my own in such reproof,

Tasso. We have given his lordship at Although 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof.

full length, and we hope we are duly VIII.

obliged to him for the oppoftunity he has Yet do I feel at times my mind decline,

afforded us of gratifying our numerous But with a sense of its decay :- I see

readers with an entire volume of new Unwonted lights along my prison shine,

poetry, of the newest pattern. How very And a strange demon, who is vexing me condescending it is in great lords to write

such little books! Who would have ex- literal expressions are not well coupled. pected a work like this from the greatest We next find that this 'tasteless food' poet of the age !

once had an "unsocial bitterness' which * We are sorry, however, that his lord- it had lost. This is intelligible. But how ship did not bear in miod, that whatever a man or 'a beast of prey can banquet' is worth doing, is worth doing well.' In- upon 'tasteless food,' we cannot easily deed the less costly the material, the compreliend. It is allowable to suppose more requisite is skill in the workman- that Tasso planned his Jeruselem Deliship to give it value. But we do not dis- vered during his tedious confinement, and cover any unusual polish in this poem. it would be paiural for him to feel some It is written in the same rugrt style as bis listiessness, and something like regret, fordship's masterpieces. It is a rough-lewd after he had completed so pleasing a pebble. We have often a great deal of task--but that fishing his work was to trouble to make out a very little mean- him like the last bruise upon a broken ing. The whole of the first stanza is reed,' as we learn in the second stanza, constructed with the most curious infeli- we could not have imagined. In the city.' The sense is discoverable on close sixth stanza there is some poetry, though scrutiny, but the periods are cumbrous, there is nothing new in it to the readers and to say the least, very awkwardly ar- of lord Byron. By his own account, ranged. The rhymes do not regularly the author of the Lainentation was a sad recur, nor are they perfect---gritte and boy. When he was whipped as a truant, shade, display'd and gate will not harmo- he cursed in his heart,' his parents or nize. The figures are bad. We are told preceptors who inflicted the blow, and, of a “grate working through the eye- regardless of their injunctions, returned ball to the brain, with a hot sense of hea- to his favourite "haunts.' He perused viness and pain'--that is a' grate,' with a the volume of nature to little purpose, if “hot sense, working its way through the he did not learn from his studies a beteye-ball! There is to be sure, no incon- ter lesson of inoral duty, than to purture gruity in endowing a grate with sense revenge and to persevere in disobedithat could perform such scats, though enee. The poem contains his lordship's we think it a very nonsensical metaphor. usual proportion of pause-antithesis-Je are next told of a never opening gate and alliteration. which admits nothing through its bars, with pilfering pranks and pet:y painsbut day and tasteless food'--and the

is a vastly pretty specimen of the latter. scoffings of captivity. The figurative and

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1. Rafinesque.. Art. 4.* A Manual of Botany, for the Northern States, comprising generic descrip

tions of all Phenogamous and Cryptogamous plants to the north of Virginia, hitherto described, &c. &c. Compiled by the Editor of Richards's Botanical Dictionary. Albany. WEBSTER & SKINXERS. 1817. 12mo. pp. 164. THE work before us, has no higher titude towards him in terms highly

1 claim than to the title of a mere commendable, it may be proper to hint, compilation; but compilations are some that students are not in general the best times very useful when properly and judges of what is most useful in their skilfully executed, and this manual pro- pursuits. What they deem such, may offessing utility as its avowed object, it may ten prove otherwise, and they are but he incumbent to examine how far this di- seldom enabled to detect the errors of sideratum has been attained. It is ushered their teachers, while they are taught to under the patronage of the members of consider them as doctrines and truths. the Botanical Class in Williams' College, How much better it would be, if those Massachusetts, for whose use it appears writers who undertake at an early period to have been compiled, and whose thanks to instruet us, or to facilitate our attainare offered to the author for his pains. ments in natural sciences, would consult While it must be highly gratisying to ob- previously those who may be able and serve that as many as sixty-three stu- willing to guide their forward steps, and dents have signed that address, and at- direct them towards the best sources of tended the lectures on mineralogy and information. We are induced to state botany, delivered by the author in that this, in reference to both works of this auCollege, and while they express their gra- thor, who appears to be a young man of talents; but who might have greatly im- in the two Floras of Michaux apd Pursh, proved his performances, had he been di- who appear to carry a greater authority rected in proper time, to the latest and than they deserve, will probably be most correct works, on the subjects which taught and followed for a short period to he has undertaken to illustrate,

come, or until a new Flora of the U. S. We understand that the author of this shall be undertaken on the plan of Decananonymous manual is Mr. Eaton, lecturer dollo's French Flora and Species plantaon Botany and Natural History, first in rum, when it will of course be superseded Yale College at New Haven, now in Wil- by the natural method, which (by Liune. liams' College in Massachusetts. He us's own confession) exceeds as much the published last year at New Haven in sexual system, as this system exceeds all Connecticut, a translation of Richards's others. When it is recollected that the Dictionary of the terms of Botany, which system of Linnæus, although published will be found a useful work, notwithstand about 1733, was not adopted in England ing that it is sixteen years backwards in and America, until about forty years afpoint of improvement, the period that has terwards, and that the natural method of elapsed between the publication and Jessieu, (since improved by Brown, Detranslation of the work. The additions candolle, and Rafinesque,) published in introduced into it by Mr. E. are very in- 1789, is merely beginning to dawn in considerable, and he appears to have had England, through the exertions of the ilno knowledge of many eminent works lustrious Robert Brown, it will not appear published since 1800, (period of Richards's strange, that the U. S. should not have publication, in which numberless im- yet followed the example of the contiprovements in Glossology, or the lan- nent of Europe, where it begins to be in guage of Botany, have been introduced, general use. We are however happy to such as Philibert's Dictionary, Fonte- observe, that even with us, Messrs. Cornelle's Dictionary, Link's Elements, De- rea and Rafinesque are endeavouring to candolle's Theory, Mirbel's Elements, introduce and teach the method of naWildenow's Principles of Botany, &c. ture, and Mr. E. has with much propriety besides his Cryptogamy, and the partial noticed to which of the orders of Jesimprovements of Correa, Desvaux, Per- sieu, every genus belongs. He has likesoon, Acharius, Brown, Rafinesque, &c. wise added a reference to the natural orNone of the parts of Botany or any ders of Linnæus. other science can remain stationary in By the title of this manual, we were Europe, particularly during 16 years; led to expect, that all the plants of the and this must not be forgotten by those states north of Virginia, were to be dewho shall endeavour to transmit to us the scribed or at least to be enumerated; but scientific knowledge of continental Eu- such is not the case. Only the genera rope. Let us not imitate England, who are described, a few species of each Pheadopts with reluctance, and after long pe- nogamous genus and Ferns, (particularly riods, the improvements and discoveries such species as are found in Connecticut of her neighbours; but let us avail our- and Massachusetts,) and only one species selves at once of all those that have been, of every other Cryptogamous genus ; or may hereafter be made, else we shall the whole might have been added with never be on a level with those nations, by great propriety, and it would not have whom they are adopted and fostered. much swelled the volume. By this ad.

This manual of Botany deserves at dition we should have had a complete least its name, being of a sinall and ap- manual guide for Herborisations, &c. propriate size, closely printed and with much cheaper and less bulky than Pirrsh; maiiy abbreviations. So far the author but now, many plants will be found by has been consistent, since he has included the student and the Botanist in their in a few sheets, what might have been en- walks, and excursions, which they will larged into a thick volume, by those who be unable to find in this manual; but let are prone to swell their labours, in the them not on that account think that hope or belief that they may be esteemed they are new. in proportion to their bulk and weight! Nearly 1400 species are however enu

The genera and species of this manual merated, and distinguishedly short ceriare of course enumerated according to nitions, many of which will unhappily the sexual system of Linnæus, with the apply to sereral species, whence students trivial corrections of Persoon. This un- may be led into error. Several of the natural, incorrect, difficult, puzzling, in- species are exotics in general cultivation ; delicate and obsolete system, prerails as they are a proper appendage, and are disyet in the U.S. and havin: beeu adopted tinguished by the lettere. It is very much

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