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full soon;


p. 60.

Than grandeur's most magnificent saloon; savages led by Brandt had extirpated

; While, here and there, a solitary star his whole tribe on account of their Flushed in the darkening firmament of friendship to the Americans, and were

June ; And silence brought the soul-felt hour, approaching to wreak their vengeance

by laying waste the settlement of Ineffable, which I may not portray ;

Wyoming For never did the Hymenean moon

XIX. A paradise of hearts more sacred sway, « Scarce had he uttered-when Heaven's In all that slept beneath her soft, voluptu

verge extreme ous ray.”—p. 43.

Reverberates the bomb's descending star, The third part continues this de- And sounds that mingled laugh-and lightful picture so true in itself, where shout-and scream, pure affection and regulated desires

To freeze the blood, in one discordant

jar, combine to form connubial bliss; and

Rung to the pealing thunderbolts of war. we feel all that the poet would impress Whoop after whoop with rack the ear asupon us when, in the fifth stanza, he

sailed ; announces the storm, which, in the As if unearthly fiends had burst their bar; wreck of nations, was to involve this

While rapidly the marksman's shot prelittle structure of home-built happi

vailed ;

And aye, as if for death, some lonely ness; and describes the transitory

trumpet wailed. nature of human felicity in the most

XX. beautiful and original simile which

“ Then looked they to the hills, where we have yet found applied to a theme fire o'erhung so often sung.

The bandit groupes, in one Vesuvian glare; V.

Or swept, far seen, the tower, whose clock “ And in the visions of romantick youth, What years of endless bliss are yet to flow!

Told legibly that midnight of despair.” But mortal pleasure, what art thou in truth !

These sounds of tumult and deso. The torrent's smoothness ere it dash beloro! And must I change my song? and must I

lation are mingled with the more show,

cheering notes of the drums and mi. Sweet Wyoming! the day, when thou wert litary musick of a body of provindoomed,

cialists, who arrive, it would seem, Guiltless, to mourn thy loveliest bowers

to protect the inhabitants of Wyo. laid low! When where of yesterday a garden ming. The description of this band,

a bloomed,

composed of the descendants of vari. Death overspread his pall, and blackening

ous climes, and arrayed by “ torch ashes gloomed.”-p.50.

and trumpet,” evinces the same high The approach of civil war in Ame- tone of military poetry which glows rica, and the attachment of Walde- through the stanzas on the battle grave to the provincial cause, are of Hohenlinden. We are, however, briefly touched upon, as are the boding again compelled to own some disapapprehensions of Gertrude, too soon pointment arising from the indistinctto be fatally realized. One evening, ness of the narrative. The provinwhile danger was yet deemed remote, cialists appear prepared to fight in an Indian,

worn with fatigue and age, defence of the Pennsylvanian Arcarushes hastily into Albert's cottage, dia. Outalissi chants his battle and is with difficulty recognised to song, and Albert invokes, amid the be the Oneida chief, Outalissi, who blaze of neighbouring villages, the had guided Waldegrave to Wyoming. protection of the God of Hosts on the After an indulgence of former recol. defenders of their native country. lections, rather too long to be alto- Waldegrave too, assumes the sword gether consistent with the pressing and plume; yet, without any reason nature of his errand, the Indian in- assigned, these preparations for bat

, forms the domestick circle that the tle terminate in a retreat to a neigh


bouring fort ; and we are left to wo at once appropriate to America, conjecture the motive for flight in a and distinct from the manners of band so energetick and so amply every other country. provided. The destruction, too, of

XXXIV. Wyoming might have claimed a

“ Then mournfully the parting bugle bid more lengthened detail than is afford- Its farewell o'er the grave of worth and

truth; ed by the lines which we have quoted, Prone to the dust afficted Waldegrave and the main interest in the fate of

hid Albert and his family would have His face on earth ;-him watched in been increased rather than diminish- gloomy ruth, ed by a glance at those numerous

His woodland guide ; but words had none

to sooth groupes who must necessarily have

The grief that knew not consolation's accompanied the flight, or remained to perish with their dwellings. But Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth, of these we learn no more than if He watched, beneath its folds, each burst Waldegrave and Julia had, like our

that came first parents, been the sole inhabitants Convulsive, ague-like, across his shud.

dering frame !"-p. 69. of this terrestrial paradise. Covered by the friendly battalion, they reach

We have gazed with delight on the in safety the fort which was to afford Savage witnessing the death

of Wolfe them shelter ; and in the few accu

with awe and sorrow acting upon harate yet beautiful lines which cha- bits of stubborn apathy; and we have racterize its situation and appear. perused the striking passage in Spenance, the poet has happily compelled ser'whose Talus “ an iron man ymade into his service even the terms of in iron mould” is described as having, modern fortification, and evinced a

nevertheless, an inly feeling of symcomplete conquest over those techni. pathy with the anguish of Britomarte; cal expressions which probably any

yet neither the painter nor the poet other bard would have avoided as fit has, in our apprehension, presented only for the clisciples of Cohorn or

so perfect and powerful an image of Vauban.

sympathetick sorrow in a heart unXXV.

wont to receive such a guest, as ap“ Past was the flight, and welcome seemed pears in the mute distress of the the tower, Oneida warriour bending over

bis That, like a giant standard-bearer, frowned despairing foster-son. His grief at Defiance on the roving Indian power. Beneath, each bold and promontory which, did our limits permit, we

length becomes vocal in a death-song, mound With embrasure embossed, and armour

would willingly transfer to these crowned,

pages. But we have been so profuse And arrowy frize, and wedged ravelin, in quotation, that the concluding Wove like a diadem its tracery round stanzas are all we can produce to jusThe lofty summit of that mountain green; tify our asserting for the author the Here stood secure the group, and eyed a distant scene.”—p. 36.

preeminent merit of his lyrical poetry. Here, while surveying in fancied

XXXVII. security the progress of the devasta

“ To-morrow let us do or die !* tion, Albert and Gertrude fall pierced But when the bolt of death is hurled, by the bullets of the lurking marks

* This expression occurs in Burns's men of the enemy. A death-speech, Bannockburn; yet it is a kind of common affecting yet somewhat too long, ex,

property, being the motto, we believe, of hausts the last efforts of the expiring à Scottish family. We might more justly, Gertrude ; and as her husband kneels on the part of the ingenious Dr. Leyden, by the bodies in ineffable despair, the

reclaim the line, following exquisite description of

“Red is the cup they drink, but not

with wine.” Outalissi's sympathy gives an origin. But these occasional coincidences, over ality and wildness to the scene of which stupidity delights to doze, are


Ah! whither then with thee to Ay, pared materials for caricaturing GerShall Outalissi roam the world?

trude of Wyoming, in which the Seek we thy once-loved home?

irresistible Spanish pantaloons of her The hand is gone that cropt its flowers ! Unheard their clock repeats its hours !

lover were not forgotten, Albert was Cold is the hearth within their bowers !- regularly distinguished as old Jona. And should we thither roam,

than, the provincial troops were callIts echoes, and its empty tread,

ed Yankie-doodles, and the sombre Would pund like voices from the dead !

character of the Oneida chief was XXXVIII.

relieved by various sly allusions to “ Or shall we cross yon mountains blue,

“ blankets, strouds, stinkūbus, and Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed; And by my side, in battle true,

wampum.” And having thus clearly A thousand warriours drew the shaft? demonstrated to Mr. Campbell and Ah! there in desolation cold,

to the reader that the whole effect of The desert serpent dwells alone,

his poem was as completely at our Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering

mercy as the house which a child bone,

has painfully built with a pack of And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old ;

cards, we proposed to pat him or the Then seek we not their camp-for there

head with a few slight compliments The silence dwells of my despair ! on the ingenuity of his puny architecXXXIX.

ture, and dismiss him with a sugar“ But hark, the trump !-to morrow thou plum as a very promising child inIn glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : deed. But, however prepared we F'en from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears ;

came to quizz what is no otherwise Amidst the clouds that round us roll,

ridiculous than because serious and He bids my soul for battle thirst- pathetick, our hearts recoiled from He bids me dry the last-the first- the disingenuousness of the task. The only tears that ever burst

We shall ever be found ready to apFrom Outalissi's soul ;

ply the lash of ridicule to conceit, Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.”

presumption, or dullness; but no

pp. 71-73. temptation to display our own wit, With these stanzas the curtain is

or to conciliate popularity, shall dropped over the dead and the mourn. prompt us to expose genius to the ers, and the poem is concluded. malignant grin of envious folly, or by

Before we proceed to any general low and vulgar parody to derogate examination of Gertrude of Wyo. from a work which we might strive ming, we think it necessary to inti- in vain to emulate. mate to our readers, that it is by no

We return from this digressive means owing to deficiency of wit, apology to the merits and defects of on our own part, that we have con.

Gertrude of Wyoming, which have ducted them in sober sadness from this marked singularity, that the lat. the beginning to the end of Mr. ter intrude upon us at the very first Campbell's affecting tale. We are reading; whereas, after repeated peperfectly aware that, according to the rusals, we perceive beauties which modern canons of criticism, the re. had previously escaped our notice. We viewer is expected to show his im. have, indeed, rather paradoxically, mense superiority to the author re

been induced to ascribe the most obviewed, and at the same time to re

vious faults to the same cause which lieve the tediousness of narration by has undoubtedly produced many of turning the epic, dramatick, moral the excellences of the poem,—to the story before him into quaint and lively anxious and assiduous attention burlesque. We had, accordingly, pre. which the author has evidently be

stowed upon it before publication. hardly worth noticing in criticizing ori. It might be expected that the publick ginal poetry

would regard with indulgence those Vol. 11.

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imperfections which arise from the of Wyoming as an impediment to poet's diffidence of his own splendid the flow of popularity which has in powers, and too great deference to the present day attended poems of a the voice of criticism. In some re- ruder structure. But the publick spects, however, publick taste, like taste, although guided in some degree a fine lady,

stoops to the forward by caprice, is also to a certain extent and the bold;" and the modest and correctly grounded upon critical docanxious adventurer is defrauded of trine; and the truth is, that an author the palm, merely that his judges may cannot work upon a beautiful poem enjoy the childish superiority of con- beyond a certain point, without doing demning an overlaboured attempt to it real and irreparable injury in more give them pleası:re. Let no reader respects than one. suppose that we recommend to imi: It is in the first place impossible tation the indiscreet, and undaunted to make numerous and minute alteraprecipitation with which another po- tions, to alter the position of stanzas, pular poet is said to throw his effu- to countermarch and invert the comsions before the publick with the in- ponent parts of sentences, without difference of an ostrich as to their leaving marks of their original array. success or failure. To sober criti. The epitaph of the Italian valetucism the fault of him who will not dinary will apply as well in poetry as do his best is greater than the excess in regimen ; and it may be said of of over caution, as the sin of presump- many a laboured effort of genius : tion is greater than that of spiritual Stava bene, ma per star meglio, sto despondency. Carelessness is also qui.There are in Gertrude passaa crime of deeper die when consi- ges of a construction so studiously dered with reference to its effects involved, that nothing but the deepest upon publick taste ; for the habit of consideration could have enabled the writing loosely is particularly capti. author to knit the Gordian knot by vating to the fry of young scribblers, which his meaning is fettered, and and we are in danger of being deluged which unfortunately requires similar with rhapsodical romances by poets exertion of intellect ere it can be diswho would shrink from the attempt entangled. An ordinary reader is of imitating the condensed, polished, sometimes unable and always unwil. and laboured stanzas of Gertrude of ling to make such an effort, and Wyoming. But considered with re- hence the volume is resigned and ference not to the ultimate reputation, condemned in a moment of splenetick but to the immediate popularity of impatience. Some of the introducthe author, it is dangerous to allow tory stanzas have their beauties thus the publick to suppose that they have obscured, and afford rather a conbefore them the work upon which, jectural than a certain meaning. after the most solicitous and anxious We allude to the second in particu. exertion, he is willing to stake his Jar. Similar indistinctness occurs in poetical character. A spirit of con- the construction of the following sentradiction, which animates the mass tence : of mankind, impels them to depre- “But high in amphitheatre above ciate that which is presented as the

His arms the everlasting aloe threw: chef d'auvre of the artist'; and the

Breathed but an air of heuven, and all the

grove question is no longer whether the

Instinct as if with living spirit grew.” work be excellení, but whether it has

The idea here is beautiful, but it is attained that summit of excellence

only on reflection that we discover on which no poet ever was or ever that the words in italicks mean not will be placed by his contemporaries. that the aloe breathed an air of heaven,

We have hitherto only considered but that the grove grew instinct with the labour bestowed upon Gertrude living spirit so soon as the slightest

we came

air of heaven breathed on it. Some- enthusiastick feeling, experiences times passages, of which the tone is that simple and natural, are defaced by The dear illusion will not last, affected inversion, as in Gertrude's The era of enchantment's past. exclamation :

Then occur the doubtful and dampYet say! for friendly hearts from whence ing questions, whether the faded in

spiration was genuine ; whether the Of us does oft remembrance intervene?” verses corresponded in any degree to

Again, in altering and retouching, its dictates, or have power to commuinverting and condensing his stanzas, nicate to others a portion of the iman author will sometimes halt between

pulse which produced them. Then his first and his latter meaning, and comes the dread of malignant crideviate into defects both of sense and ticism; and last, but not least torgrammar. Thus in the Oneida's menting, the advice of literary friends, first song we have

each suggesting doubts and altera“Sleep, wearied one ! and in the dreaming tions, till the spirit is corrected out land

of the poem, as a sprightly boy is Shouldst thou the spirit of thy mother sometimes lectured and flogged for greet,

venial indiscretions into a stupid and O say to morrow that the white man's hand

inanimate dunce. The beautiful Hath plucked the thorns of sorrow from thy feet.”

poem of Lochiel, which Mr. CampLastly, and above all, in the irk

bell has appended to the present vosome task of repeated revision and lume, as if to illustrate our argument, reconsideration, the poet loses, if we

exhibits marks of this injudicious may use the phrase, the impulse of alteration. Let us only take the last inspiration ; his fancy, at first so ar.

lines, where in the original edition dent, becomes palled and flattened, the champion declares that even in and no longer excites a correspondent

the moment of general rout and deglow of expression. In this state of struction, mind he may correct faults, but he Though my perishing ranks should be will never add beauties ; and so much like ocean weeds heaped on the surf

strewed in their gore, do we prefer the stamp of originality beaten shore, to tame correctness, that were there Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, not a medium which ought to be While the kindling of life in his bosom aimed at, we would rather take the remains, prima cura with all its errours, and

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid with all its beauties, than the over


With his back to the field, and his feet to amended edition in which both are

the foe! obliterated. Let any one read the And, leaving in battle no blot on his most sublime passage in Shakspeare, name, a hundred times over, without in- Look proudly to heaven from the deathtermission; it will at length convey

bed of fame.” to the tired ear, neither pathos nor

The whole of this individual, visublimity, hardly even an intelligible gorous, and marked picture of the idea. Something analagous to this Highland chieftain lying breathless

amid his broken and slaughtered occurs to every poet in the melancholy task of correction. The Scythi- clan-a picture so strong, that we ans, who debated their national af. even mark the very posture and feafairs first in the revel of a festival,

tures of the hero-is humbled and and afterwards during a day of fasting, tamed, abridged and corrected, into

, could hardly experience a greater the following vague and inexpressive sinking of spirit in their second con


" Lochielsultation, than the bard who, in re

Shall victor exult in the battle's acclaim, vising the offspring of moments of Or look to yon leaven from the death-besi

of time."

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