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tell you that at once, it was the great papa material change in the course of the of the whole world that turned the moon, last century, I am not prepared to -he turned every thing in a lathe of his maintain, but it certainly appears to own to answer the good purposes of his me, that a much more disgusting atchildren and creatures ; and we are all his children and creatures, men, women, chil
tention to self predominates at present, dren, horses, cows, sheep, and dogs, &c.
than existed, or at least was exhibit&c. Alathea leaps upon my knee, kisses ed, forty or fifty years ago,—not onme again and again, and, laughing in tears, ly in matters directly connected with cries out, • O mamma! this is charming money, but in the intercourse and inThen papa is my brother, and you are my dulgencies of life in general, of which sister; and my grandpapa made the moon, I shall content myself with noticing and every thing else."" Pages 42 and 43.
only two or three slight instances. This is beautifully naif and sim
In my younger days (pray do not ple, and, at the same time, admirably write me down Laudator temporis acti, calculated to impress the youthful some sort of generosity was practised mind. We can easily conceive, that between man and man. In those days any little master or miss, after read- there actually were people who would ing this passage, would next as nat- have put themselves to some personal urally ask-" And pray, my dear papa, inconvenience to oblige a friend or what turned Lord Buchan's head?”
neighbour, but now every thing, howWe would have wished to extend
ever trifling, proceeds by way of barour extracts to greater length, and gain and sale, and with a quick eye to could have gratified our readers with the quid pro quo. numberless others equally edifying,
In my younger days, any one who had our limits permitted; but we pretended to write gentleman after his must defer all further criticism till name, would have been considered a the happy period when the remaining very shabby fellow had he resorted to volumes of this great work shall ap; the present fashion of selling a terrier, pear. In the mean time, we would
a pointer, or a greyhound, to a friend refer all our readers, who desire more
who happened to want one of these intimate acquaintance with his lord- animals; and then, it was more comship’s writings, to the admirable por- mon to send a basket of fruit to a tion of it already before the public. neighbour in the country, as a present, It is to be had, we believe, at the than to a fruit-shop in town for sale. colossal statue of Sir William Wale But in our days of economy, the prolace, erected on the hill above Dry- duce of the kennel, and the gardens, burgh by the patriotic earl, who, by even to the little superfluity of flowers, a metamorphosis even still more strange
seems destined to augment the fathan that of the fair Miss Porter, has mily supplies in the same way with converted the warrior into a booksel- the ox-stall or the farm-yard. Indeed ler, and now makes him the means of I understand that a well-fed puppy is disseminating taste and learning over reckoned a toothsome article by some the land he formerly saved by his people, and a sort of dainty that freprowess.
quently supersedes the necessity of purveying a more costly entremet or remove-But this by the way.
Under the present system, if one happen to ask a friend for leave to
sport over his grounds, whether moor MR EDITOR,
or dale, the request is received, and “ We have heard of the golden and contemplated pretty much in the same silver age,
and have seen a little of the manner, as if you had asked leave
When I happened to make to kiss his wife during the honeythis observation (trite enough I allow), moon; that is to say, if he has power a friend of mine remarked, that in his to grant the favour;—but it now freapprehension no appellation was more quently happens, that gentlemen let appropriate to the present times than their game, as well as their farms, to the sELFISH AGE; and truly, upon the best bidder (by-and-by they may let consideration, I am very much incline their wives also), only reserving a right ed to be of my friend's opinion. for the supply of their own occasions ;
That the propensities of human na- and when such is the case, their ture, in the main, have undergone any sorrow is inexpressible at not being
IN MY YOUNGER DAYS.
able to accommodate a friend with a 2 on the dickie before. day's sport.”. This is a refuge far ex- Item, 3 in the barouche-seat behind. ceeding the hackneyed pretence of a Item, 7 sitters, or rather squeezers, in jubilee, that father of many lies. Now,
in the inside. sir, this fashion of letting game would Item, 1 young gentleman, 4 months also have been reckoned a very shabby
old, pendant in slings from thing in my younger days. But it is
the top of the carriage. quite unnecessary to multiply instances of the reigning regard to what is 13 grand total. vulgarly called the main chance. Those I have already referred to must be ob- Yet, Mr Editor, these wonderful vious, and familiar to every one; and efforts of, or rather at, economy, seem there is no person whose own expe- to answer no proportionate end. In rience and reflection will not furnish my younger days, country gentlemen, forth many more.
with few exceptions, made a shift to From this display of economy in continue in the management of their such matters, one would almost con- own affairs during life; but now the clude that the same spirit pervaded prevailing fashion, or rather passion, the whole menage, and that our country is to get TRUSTEED with all possible gentlemen were wallowing in wealth, expedition ;-a landlord, whose estate and proud in independence, at least is not at nurse, is as great a show as a that they were enabled to live with live author was in my younger days, greater comfort at home, and to ap- previous to our being afflicted with pear with more splendour abroad, than the writing typhus; and a country it was in the power of their progeni- gentleman selects for the nonce a few tors to enjoy and exhibit in my younger of his friends, assisted by the disindays.
terested labours of a city and a counI am much afraid, however, that try-writer, who underlie all the trouble any one venturing on such a conclu- of managing his affairs at an expense sion, would find that he had reckoned not much exceeding that of a stud of without his host, and that there is running horses, and a crack pack of neither so much real comfort within fox-hounds. From this arrangement, doors, nor so much dignity displayed one evident advantage results, viz. that without, as in the days that have gone the trusteed, from employing these leby. Then, when one went to visit a gal characters, these aucupii, secures friend in the country, although the all the pleasure, as well as the profit, courses at dinner were not so nume- arising from the sport, entirely to himrous, yet the fare was equally abund- self-no mean consideration in this ant, and to the full as savoury; and selfish age. although there was not the same end- In my humble opinion, six or seven less, and I must say teazing, variety years may be considered a reasonable of shilpit wines produced, a good many allowance of time for a man of midmore bottles of substantial claret were dling fortune to outrun the conput upon the table, fully atoning for stable ;” but a man of very large esthe absence of their more feckless and tate will probably accomplish the obfashionable brethren. The gentle. ject much sooner, especially if the men of two thousand a-year drove lady of the mansion be a woman of four good cattle in their carriage, at- business, who starts at six o'clock in tended by a brace of outriders - the morning, and piques herself on ed for war complete ;" but now very being a notable. In that case I have few commoners in Scotland drive more known the object very decently achieva than a pair of horses, and the poor ed in about half the time. animals are so loaded with dickies be- It invariably happens, that the profore, and barouche-seats behind the gress of incumbrance, as observed avehicle, that it looks more like a first bove, advances with increased rapidity rate Newcastle waggon than a gentle- in proportion to the largeness of the man's equipage.
I actually saw a estate, a circumstance doubtless arisbaronet of my acquaintance get under ing from the proprietor being sensible way at Cheltenham, for his seat in of the necessity of using despatch, the north of Scotland, with a cargo of when so great a mass of business lies thirteen souls stowed away in, and on, before him; and if his pecuniary difhis coach, viz.
ficulties happened to be great, previous
COCKNEY SCHOOL OF POETRY.
to his succession, the greater seems to ing draught to some patient far gone be the impulse to hasten the return of in the poetical mania, we have not similar embarrassments,-a preposses- heard. This much is certain, that he sion for which I confess myself unable has caught the infection, and that to account satisfactorily, unless by ad- thoroughly. For some time we were mitting the force of habit, which we in hopes, that he might get off with a all know “ is prodigious and unac- violent fit or two; but of late the countable.”
symptoms are terrible. The phrenzy Should
you, Mr Editor, consider of the “ Poems” was bad enough in this sketch worthy of appearing in its way; but it did not alarm us half print, it may, however slight, afford a so seriously as the calm, settled, imcud for rumination to some of your perturbable drivelling idiocy of “ Enreaders, and may perhaps induce me, dymion.” We hope, however, that in in a future Number, to consider, a so young a person, and with a consti. little more at large, a subject which I tution originally so good, even now the have only touched Skin Deep. disease is not utterly incurable. Time,
firm treatment, and rational restraint, do much for many apparently hopeless invalids; and if Mr Keats should happen, at some interval of reason, to cast
his eye upon our pages, he may perNo IV.
haps be convinced of the existence of
his malady, which, in such cases, is OF KEATS, THE MUSES'SON OF PROMISE, AND WHAT
often all that is necessary to put the
patient in a fair way of being cured. UE YET MAY DO, &c.
The readers of the Examiner newsCORNELIUS WEBB. paper were informed, some time ago,
by a solemn paragraph, in Mr Hunt's Of all the manias of this mad age, best style, of the appearance of two the most incurable, as well as the most new stars of glorious magnitude and eommon, seems to be no other than splendour in the poetical horizon of the Metromanie. The just celebrity the land of Cockaigne. One of these of Robert Burns and Miss Baillie has turned out, by and by, to be no other had the melancholy effect of turning than Mr John Keats. the heads of we know not how many cious adulation confirmed the waverfarm-servants and uninarried ladies ; ing apprentice in his desire to quit the our very footmen compose tragedies, gallipots, and at the same time excitand there is scarcely a superannuated ed in his too susceptible mind a fatal governess in the island that does not admiration for the character and taleave a roll of lyrics behind her in her lents of the most worthless and affectband-box. To witness the disease of ed of all the versifiers of our time, any human understanding, however One of his first productions was the feeble, is distressing; but the spectacle following sonnet, “ written on the day of an able mind reduced to a state of when Mr Leigh Hunt left prison. insanity is of course ten times more It will be recollected, that the cause afflicting. It is with such sorrow as of Hunt's confinement was a series of this that we have contemplated the case libels against his sovereign, and that of Mr John Keats. This young man its fruit was the odious and incestuous appears to have received from nature
Story of Rimini.” talents of an excellent, perhaps even
“ What though, for shewing truth to flatof a superior order--talents which, de
tered state, voted to the purposes of any useful Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, profession, must have rendered him a In his immortal spirit been as free respectable, if not an eminent citizen. As the sky-searching lark, and as elate. His friends, we understand, destined Minion of grandeur ! think you he did wait? him to the career of medicine, and he
Think you he nought but prison walls was bound apprentice some years ago
Till, so unwilling, thou unturn’dst the to a worthy apothecary in town. But
key? all has been undone by a sudden at
Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate ! tack of the malady to which we have In Spenser's halls ! he strayed, and bowers alluded. Whether Mr John had been sent home with a diuretic or compos- Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew VOL. III.
With daring Milton! through the fieldsof air; a glorious denizen of the wide heaven
To regions of his own his genius true of poetry,” but he had many fine Took happy flights. Who shall his fame soothing visions of coming greatness, impair
and many rare plans of study to preWhen thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew ?
pare him for it. The following we The absurdity of the thought in this think is very pretty raving. sonnet is, however, if possible, sur
Why so sad a moan? passed in another," addressed to Hay- Life is the rose's hope while yet un blown ; don” the painter, that clever, but most The reading of an ever-changing tale ; affected artist, who as little resembles The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; Raphael in genius as he does in per
A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air ;
A laughing school-boy, without grief or care, son, notwithstanding the foppery of having his hair curled over his shouls Riding the springing branches of an elm. ders in the old Italian fashion. In
“O for ten years, that I may overwhelm this exquisite piece it will be observed,
Myself in poesy ; so I may do the deed that Mr Keats classes together WORDS- That my own soul has to itself decreed. WORTH, Hunt, and HAYDON, as the Then will I pass the countries that I see three greatest spirits of the age, and In long perspective, and continually that he alludes to himself, and some
Taste their pure fountains. First the realm others of the rising brood of Cockneys,
Of Flora, and old Pan : sleep in the grass, as likely to attain hereafter an equally honourable elevation. Wordsworth
Feed upon apples red, and strawberries,
And choose each pleasure that my fancy sees. and Hunt! what a juxta-position ! Catch the white-handed nymphs in shady The purest, the loftiest, and, we do
places, not fear to say it, the most classical of To woo sweet kisses from averted faces, living English poets, joined together Play with their fingers, touch their shoulin the same compliment with the
ders white meanest, the filthiest, and the most Into a pretty shrinking with a bite vulgar of Cockney poetasters. No
As hard as lips can make it : till agreed, wonder that he who could be guilty
A lovely tale of human life we'll read.
And one will teach a tame dove how it best of this should class Haydon with
May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest; Raphael, and himself with Spencer. Another, bending o'er her nimble tread, “ Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
Will set a green robe floating round her head, He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
And still will dance with ever varied ease, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Smiling upon the flowers and the trees : Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing:
Another will entice me on, and on He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
Through almond blossoms and rich cinnaThe social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake :
Till in the bosom of a leafy world And lo !whose stedfastness would never
We rest in silence, like two gems upcurl'd take
In the recesses of a pearly shell.”
Having cooled a little from this “ fine Upon the forehead of the age to come ;
passion,” our youthful poet passes very These, these will give the world another heart, naturally into a long strain of foaming
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum abuse against a certain class of English Of mighty workings ?
Poets, whom, with Pope at their head, Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb. it is much the fashion with the ignoThe nations are to listen and be dumb! rant unsettled pretenders of the preand why, good Johnny Keats ? be- sent time to undervalue. Begging cause Leigh Hunt is editor of the these gentlemens' pardon, although Examiner, and Haydon has painted Pope was not a poet of the same high the judgment of Solomon, and you order with some who are now living, and Cornelius Webb, and a few more yet, to deny his genius, is just about city sparks, are pleased to look upon as absurd as to dispute that of Wordsyourselves as so many future Shak- worth, or to believe in that of Hunt. speares and Miltons ! The world has Above all things, it is most pitiably really some reason to look to its foun- ridiculous to
ear men, of whom their dations! Here is a tempestas in ma- country will always have reason to be tulâ with a vengeance. At the period proud, reviled by uneducated and when these sonnets were published, flimsy striplings, who are not capable Mr Keats had no hesitation in saying, of understanding either their merits, that he looked on himself as not yet or those of any other men of power
fanciful dreaming tea-drinkers, who, Will not some say that I presumptuously without logic enough to analyse a single Have spoken ? that from ħastening disgrace idea, or imagination enough to form 'Twere better far to hide my foolish face ? one original image, or learning enough That whining boyhood should with reve
rence bow to distinguish between the written
Ere the dread thunderbolt could reach ? language of Englishmen and the spo
How ! ken jargon of Cockneys, presume to If I do hide myself, it sure shall be talk with contempt of some of the In the very fane, the light of poesy." most exquisite spirits the world ever From some verses addressed to va« produced, merely because they did not rious amiable individuals of the other happen to exert their faculties in laborious affected descriptions of flowers this gossamer-work, that Johnny's
sex, it appears, notwithstanding all seen in window-pots, or cascades heard affections are not entirely confined to at Vauxhall ; in short, because they objects purely etherial. Take, by way chose to be wits, philosophers, patriots, of specimen, the following prurient and poets, rather than to found the and vulgar lines, evidently meant for Cockney school of versification, mora
some young lady east of Temple-bar. lity, and politics, a century before its
“ Add too, the sweetness time. After blaspheming himself into a fury against Boileau, &c. Mr Keats Of thine ankle lightly turn'd:
Of thy honied voice; the neatness comforts himself and his readers with With those beauties, scarce discern'd, a view of the present more promising Kept with such sweet privacy, aspect of affairs; above all, with the That they seldom meet the eye ripened glories of the poet of Rimini. Of the little loves that fly Addressing the manes of the departed Round about with cager pry. chiefs of English poetry, he informs Saving when, with freshening lave, them, in the following clear and touch- Thou dipp’st them in the taintless wave ;
Like twin water lilies, born ing manner, of the existence of " him
In the coolness of the morn. of the Rose,” &c.
0, if thou hadst breathed then, “ From a thick brake,
Now the Muses had been ten.
Couldst thou wish for lineage higher
Will I call the Graces four." From this he diverges into a view of Who will dispute that our poet, to things in general. We smile when
use his own phrase (and rhyme), we think to ourselves how little most of our readers will understand of what
“ Can mingle music fit for the soft ear
Of Lady Cytherea.” follows.
So much for the opening bud ; now “Yet I rejoice : a myrtle fairer than
for the expanded flower. It is time to E'er grew in Paphos, from the bitter weeds
pass from the juvenile “ Poems,” to Lifts its sweet head into the air, and feeds A silent space with ever sprouting green.
the mature and elaborate “ Endymion, All tenderest birds there find a pleasant a Poetic Romance.”
The old story of
the moon falling in love with a shepCreep through the shade with jaunty flut- herd, so prettily told by a Roman tering,
Classic, and so exquisitely enlarged and Nibble the little cupped flowers and sing. adorned by one of the most elegant of Then let us clear away the choaking thorns German poets, has been seized upon From round its gentle stem ; let the young by Mr John Keats, to be done with as
fawns, Yeaned in after times, when we are flown,
might seem good unto the sickly fanFind a fresh sward beneath it, overgrown
cy of one who never read a single line With simple flowers : let there nothing be
either of Ovid or of Wieland. If the More boisterous than a lover's bended knee; quantity, not the quality, of the verses Nought more ungentle than the placid look dedicated to the story is to be taken Of one who leans upon a closed book ; into account, there can be no doubt Nought more untranquil than the grassy that Mr John Keats may now claim slopes
Endymion entirely to himself. To say Between two hills. All hail delightful hopes! As she was wont, th' imagination
the truth, we do not suppose either Into most lovely labyrinths will be gone,
the Latin or the German poet would And they shall be accounted poet kings
be very anxious to dispute about the Who simply tell the most heart-easing things. property of the hero of the “ Poetic O may these joys be ripe before I die. Romance." Mr Keats has thoroughly