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115 man. Where had they fled, and wherefore to, and merry glance stood beside me, his hair leave the earth so dull and the night so voice- wreathed into a thousand curls, and reeking less, which once had rung with many a silvery with the odours of wine. Accompanied by the laugh. Where? Where had they departed? hoary Silenus, who had intoxicated his limbs I longed to behold them, as the forsaken night into the joy of a second youth : and reclined his ingale sighs for its mated love, and with the ex- giant stature at my feet, and called for the juice cess of ardent desire was about to stretch forth of the enlivening grape. He clapped his hands, my hands and call on them to appear, as if my and amid mirth and laughter, and shrieks of voice could wake them from their crystal cells, boisterous glee, the satyr and frolicking faun when a sound struck my ear, and I paused. It came forward leaping in the moonlight. Seizing was a low stream of music. Distinct but dis- the pipes and classic reeds that were suspended tant, it was at first only just audible. Gradu- from their necks, they played a merry chaunt ally approaching, however, it grew louder, and like the carol of early birds, and Pan sang to at length filled the air with its aërial waves. their piping. And now from every side came My very breath almost hushed as death, lest troops of forms, who mingled with the rest—the aught should escape me to break the stillness or Dryads and the Homodryads, the nymphs of destroy the harmony, whose melodious strains ocean, and those who bore away Hylas from the appeared like sounds from another sphere. I arms of Hercules down the river's tide, and the drew myself noiselessly beneath the shadow of a inhabitants of air, the Sylph and the Gnome; giant tree, which grew close to my resting-place, and last and least came the tiny fairies, tripping and waited the result. Suddenly the recesses of lightly over the grass.
Titania and Oberon the forest were illumined as by the stroke of a mounted their thrones of pearl, and the magic magician's wand; and many a mossy bank and circle having been drawn about the spot, their caverned grot became visible, which until that trains danced with the rest of the fairy group to night had never been confest to a mortal's the pipes of the satyrs. My eyes revelled in the gaze.
glory of the sight, and I could scarcely take The music melted into a soft soul-subduing them off to look on Bacchus. Joy and merristream, like to the distant echo of the shepherd's ment flashed from his lips as he watched their reed down a Thessalian vale in olden times, and evolutions; and he held aloft the sparkling a being of matchless beauty advanced to the goblet, filled with the mantling blood of the open space. A kind of halo seemed to surround vine, the only blood he ever shed, and quaffed her, and to mark her footsteps, as it were the long and deeply, until his features glistened reflection of her loveliness. I turned iny eyes with light, and the jovial laughter-loving god away from her dazzling countenance, for like the felt he was indeed divine. midday sun it blinded my glance with its bril- “And what think you of our revels ?" said liancy. And I knew that she was Venus, the he, turning to me in a voice so mellow and rich, goddess of beauty and love, who had not for that it sounded like the note of a horn. saken the world entirely, although but seldom “ Wonderful and strange are they," I replied, seen and known among mankind. She passed" and beautiful beyond man's imagining; but by with stately step, and dissolved from my are they in truth the spirits of the days of old, gaze; and the earth, though illuminated as by a or merely the unreal shadows of a passing myriad of glow-worms, looked dark in her dream ?”
Real and existent as yourself,” said the Then from out the forest came three forms, god ; “ but wherefore do you ask ?" scarcely less beautiful, and they pursued their " I thought they had fled from the earth!" way in loving converse, twined together like The brow of Bacchus waxed stern as he relilies in a garland; and with entranced eye I plied—“ Had been hunted from it, you mean ! gazed on the receding forms of the Graces. Is it not so? Where now are their temples and
Presently the music, which had hitherto con- their fanes ? not only forsaken, but destroyed; tinued in a voluptuous yet lively strain, changed and their votaries ! who is there that loves the by degrees to a more mournfúl air, and a still solitude of the fairies, or bends his footsteps to more unbreathing silence pervaded all around, their haunts beneath the light of the summer while a cluster of nine maidens, fair beyond the moon ?” beauty of earth, appeared before me. Their My tongue clove to the roof of my mouth, countenances were marked by the tranquillity and I could make no reply. that belongs to deep thought, and sonne vhat “ It was not thus of old," he continued in a sad withal, for the last of the poets had just melancholy voice; “ there was once a time ere fallen before the shaft of griin Azrael; and now the wiles of the tongue and the art of the scholar noue remained among the harsh spirits of mor- superseded the might of the mailed hand, when tality, who would seek the fountain where the their temples were the hearts of inan, and they Muses poured forth their inspiration. So their were worshipped there! But the lore of the eyes were shaded by the downcast lash, they student came, and the creed that had been halmoved as with shackled feet, and all things lowed by the tradition of centuries no longer seemed saldened by their sorrow, and partakers met with veneration or belief. With the age of of their distress.
chivalry and romance passed away the tie that Anon the music rose again in brisk and bound the fairy race to mankind. And what Bacchic measures; and the god of the ruby lip benefit has resulted from the change? Man
was then hardy as iron, well proportioned, and could have hurled you from their slings with as stately as the fir beneath which we lie; and like much ease as they discharged cloth-yard shafts him of old, his glorious strength sufficed to rend from their bows against an enemy's battlethe oak. What is he now? His form is bent ment." even from the cradle; he is old ere he reaches As I pondered on these words, I made due middle age, deformed in stature, and crooked in allowance for the mortifications Bacchus must mind; his tongue only speaks to conceal his daily experience in contemplating the growing thoughts, and to mislead; while in the days of disrespect with which his ordinances are treated which I tell, the word fiew from the heart to the by us in the “ foremost files of time;" and I lip without baseness and without guile. Man was gazing in reverie on the gleaming forms beonce had the bravery of the lion, where he now fore me iningled in the mazes of the dance, when has the tortuous windings of the snake.” a cock crew, and they immediately vanished.
“ Were men indeed so noble ?" I ventured to Turning to the god who had just ceased speak. exclaim, not sharing this reverence for the ing at my side, I perceived that his form too was
golden age, as the god paused for a moment growing dim and shapeless ; but I heard a voice in his angry harangue.
say, as he disappeared, “ When next the moon They differed from the present race as the is at the full await me here, and we will again leopard from the fox; bah, they could have converse together concerning the past." played at skittles with such fellows as you; they
W. B. Batemax.
L I T E R A T U R E.
The Princess: A MEDLEY. By Alfred readers will recollect an article which appeared Tennyson. (Moxon.) – What a delight-what a in these pages a few months ago, partly trans, joy-after the scores of tomes of " verses” it lated from the “Revue des Deux Mondes," and has been our penalty to read, our duty to no- entitled “A French Estimate of Alfred Tentice, but which we have generally dismissed with nyson;" we have often purposed to take up the fewer lines than graced each' title-page-not theme, and tell, with all humility, where we caring to break butterflies on a wheel—what a agreed and where we differed from the writer; joy to come upon a true Poem! Nay, there was but it was not a task to be performed carelessly a sort of tremulous pleasure in cutting the and hurriedly, and our good intentions have leaves-for we had faith in Alfred Tennyson— been perforce from time to time postponed. and knew that the author of " Locksley Hall,” Now we have but to deal with “The Princess ; “The Talking Oak,” “Dora," “ Love and a Medley.” The story is of the simplest; a Duty," and such gems more than “five words story set' between a prologue and an epilogue
like some rich Titian's picture in a carved oak " That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
frame: and quaint burlesque and some sly buSparkle for ever,"
mour make it a medley—because the poet has
grave things to say, which he must entice the would not be false to his own genius and the herd to listen to, by the promise of a pleasant day in which he writes. Besides, in certain jest. circles rumour had been busy; a little was The Princess Ida, half a man-despiser by naknown about “ The Princess” weeks before it ture, and half by education, determines, in the was published. Somebody's wife's-brother-in- bloom and pride of her youth and beauty, to law's-cousin knew somebody who was on inti- found a college for her sex, mate terms with the Bard, and had heard passages recited or read; and though good faith With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, was perfectly kept, it did transpire that the
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair, poem was something new-strange-beautiful ! where it is death for man to enter. But lore
And here it is. Ånd what a delight and joy, dares all things, and Ida was contracted in her after the chink of so much false metal, to hear childhood to the “ Northern Prince," tvho tells the ring of the pure gold !- to listen to the the story, and how swelling sounds of a harp that never jars, and see the forms and “ things of beauty." through And one dark tress ; and all around them both
I wore her picture by my heart, the clear crystal of a Poet's words! We can scarcely suppose any true lover of English poetry Sweet thoughts would swarm as bees about their ignorant of Tennyson's former volumes; and
queen. yet it is not beyond the bounds of possibility with two dear friends companions, the three, that such may be the case. The course of his disguised as girls, though Ida exclaims, appreciation has been curious and slow: for a
" What! long time, even for years, he was the poet of the
the ladies of your land so tall?"Few; but from that glowing and diffusive centre, gain admittance to her palace-college ; and here the circle has widened, and is widening with the descriptive powers of the poet shine out almost mathematical precision. Many of our resplendently. The order which prevails—and
yet the Babel-like murmur of tongues that is Of promise ; fruit would follow. Deep, indeed,
Disyoke their neck from custom, and assert
Woman and man. She had founded, they must various as the flowers of June-and the deep
build ; under-current of noble thought, whose unity Here might they learn whatever men were taught; controls all, furnish us with but one compa- Let them not fear : some said their heads were less ; rison; and this we borrow from one of Tenny- Some men's were small; not they the least of men ; son's earlier poems.
Were his “ Dream of For often fineness compensated size : Fair Women” a mirror, (and is it not ?) and Besides, the brain was like the hand, and grew were it broken to countless pieces, yet so that with using; thence the man's, if more, was more ; each particle reflected its entireness truly, then He took advantage of his strength to be by this multiplication of soul, and heart, and First in the field : some ages had been lost; beauty, should we get some notion of the But women ripened earlier, and her life
Was longer; and albeit their glorious names populousness of this poem. A feeling comes upon you that a mighty crowd is present; The highest is the measure of the man,
Were fewer, scattered stars, yet since in truth among which are many of the truest and noblest And not the Caffre, Hottentot, Malay, women speaking through the poet's lips--women Nor those horn-handed breakers of the glebe, worthy of comparison with the Princess, of But Homer, Plato, Verulam ; even so whom her lover says
With woman; and in arts of government
Elizabeth and others; arts of war,
The peasant Joan and others; arts of grace,
Sappho and others vied with any man : She sees herself in every woman else.
And she, though last not least, who had left her
place But it is the Prince who wails over the debase- And bowed her state to them, that they might grow ment of the sex fully as much as Ida; and To use and power on this oasis, lapt there is much art in putting the following Of ancient influence and scorn.
In the arms of leisure, sacred from blight that which we italicise might in truth be the text
At last of the poem-into his mouth :
She rose upon a wind of prophecy,
Dilating on the future: “ Everywhere
Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, That have as many differences as we.
Two in the tangled business of the world, The violet varies from the lily as far
Two in the liberal offices of life,
Two plummets dropt for one, to sound the abyss
Musician, painter, sculptor, critic, more;
And everywhere the broad and bounteous earth
Should bear a double growth of those rare souls, As truthful, much that Ida claims as right
Poets, whose thoughts enrich the blood of the Had ne'er been mooted, but as easily theirs
world." As dues of nature.
Would that we had space for the Prince's How the discovery takes place - how the defence of himself, or the description of the Prince saves Ida from drowning-how lives are tumult; brief snatches must suffice :spared, but how war is proposed-how a tourney takes place, and how Ida's brother is forbid Oh, not to pry and peer on your reserve, to slay her lover-because " his mother lives”.
But led by golden wishes and a hope, is it not all written in the book itself? And The child of regal compact did I break shall we not rather occupy our space with ex
Your precinct; not a scorner of your sex, tracts from a poem that to shallow minds per- All that it might be:
But venerator, and willing it should be haps may show but shallow or many-sided meanings. And yet has it but One purpose for them who have eye, and ear, and heart to per
Let me say but this, ceive it-a meaning that comes upon a wind That many a famous man and woman, town of prophecy.” One cannot even describe the And landskip have I heard of, after seen Thing without quotation of its riches. The fol- The dwarfs of presage; though when known there lowing half-earnest half-playful passage is from
grew a lecture by the Lady Psyche
Another kind of beauty in detail
Made them worth knowing; but in you I found
And mastered, while that after beauty makes
I cannot cease to follow you as they say
Than growing boys their manhood ; dying lips,
With many thousand matters left to do,
She mental breadth, por fail in childward care :
Till at the last she set herself to man
Like perfect music unto noble words. And so she would have spoken, but there rose
Our extracts have been long-and yet if we A hubbub in the court of half the maids
dared we would make them longer; of the beauGathered together; from the illumined hall tiful lyrics which are interspersed-exquisitely Long lanes of splendour slanted o'er a press beautiful beyond all common beauty-one or Of snowy shoulders, thick as herded ewes,
more we would fain have introduced. Our And rainbow robes, and gems, and gem-like eyes, praise has been warm, and yet we feel that And gold and golden heads; they to and fro Fluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale,
nothing worthy of the theine has been said ! All open-mouthed, all gazing to the light;
MIDSUMMER Eve. A Fairy Tale of Love. Some crying there was an army in the land,
By Mrs. S. C. Hall. (Longman.)-We must And some that men were in the very walls, And some they cared not; till a clamour grew
redeem our promise of giving an extract from Of a new-world Babel, woman built
this charming book, and atone for our want of And worse.confounded ; high above them stood space last number. The artistic beauty of the The placid marble Muses, looking peace.
volume defies our power to describe; and they
who are familiar with Mrs. Hall's earnest and How can we help italicising such lines as womanly writings (and who is not?) need not the last ?--Or not find room for part of Ida's to be told of the beauty and fascination of the indignant harangue?
story, in which the natural and supernatural are
so beautifully blended; and the latter is made I blame ye not so much for fear; Six thousand years of fear have made ye that
the vehicle for the holiest teaching. We have From which I would redeem ye: but for those
chosen the description of the shipwreck, when That stir this hubbub--you, and you--I know
Sydney and Eva are on their way to England, Your faces there in the crowd--to-morrow morn
the unknown artist seeking to fling himself into We meet to elect new tutors; then shall they
the vortex of the metropolis. That love their voices more than duty, learn
On a sudden a sunk rock, that projected under With whom they deal, dismissed in shame to live No wiser than their mothers, household stuff,
water, considerably below the limits of the visible Live chattels, mincers of each other's fame,
point, struck the bow of the ship; instantly she Full of weak poison, turnspits for the clown,
swung round; her head cleared, but her stern comThe drunkard's football, laughing-stocks of Time,
ing on the rock, struck repeatedly, and the sea being Whose brains are in their hands and in their heels,
very heavy, her rudder broke away, and all her works
aloft were shivered. For a moment, helpless as she But fit to flaunt, to dress, to dance, to thrum,
was, she forged off, but at the same instant ran upon To tramp, to screanı, to burnish, and to scour, For ever slaves at home and tools abroad.
another rock, the sea breaking over her. A half
suffocated cry of despair arose from the deck; several And yet, vanquished by Love, at last she persons were washed overboard. The confusion of
a death-struggle succeeded, but the captain never for owns her error, but prayed him
an instant lost his presence of mind.' Some cried,
“ the boats! the boats !" and seemed about to rush not to judge their cause from her
into them, as they tossed about, half full of water, That wrong'd it.
knowing that the ship could not long hold together. " Blame not thyself too much,” I said, “nor blame captain knew there was still water on the other side ;
If there were any means of getting on the reef, the Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws; but the breakers lashed the ship furiously, and These were the rough ways of the world till now. dashed in a fearful gully between it and the reef. It Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know
was impossible, the most daring thought, to attempt, The woman's cause is man's; they rise or sink
short as it was, to cross it. No one, for an instant, Together, dwarf'd or Godlike, bond or free:
supposed they who had been washed overboard For she that out of Lethe scales with man
could clamber the precipice. The fog was evidently The shining steps of Nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,
clearing off, the light increasing, and the ship did not Stays all the fair young planet in her hands
pitch as unceasingly, shaking rather as the surge
dashed over her. At last they heard a hail from the If she be small, slight-natured, miserable
reef, and, much to their astonishment, they saw the How shall men grow? We two will serve them both
figure of one of their crew: he was saved! He made In aiding her, strip off as in us lies
signs to them to throw him a rope lower down, and (Our place is much) the parasitic forms
descended, with an ease which proved him unhurt, That seem to keep her ur, but drag her down
to a point where a rope might be secured. Erery moment increased the danger of those who clung to the ship: if she got off the
spike," on which sbe For woman is not undevelopt man,
was, as it were, impaled, she must instantly settle But diverse : could we make her as the man
and sink. Every effort was made to fling a rope Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this
across, but in vain. One bold-hearted fellow offered Not like to like, but like in difference:
to carry it through the surge: a plunge, and he Yet in the long years liker must they grow: struggled bravely; but a spar struck him, and he The man be more of woman, she of man;
sunk. This made the bravest shudder. Sidney and He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Eva clung together, not venturing to look into the Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; abyss. Keeldar, as if understanding the peril and
the resource, eyed the distance with his deep blood-rock, he pressed the glove into her hand. Each as shot eye, and whined.
he arrived greeted the dog as their preserver ; but he “He is not a water-dog, unfortunately,” said the responded to no caress of a stranger hand. captain.
Sidney wished to remain to the last with the capEva bent down and kissed the creature's head. He tain; but he would not permit him, and Eva watched looked up into her face, and licked her hand. “He with her husband his every movement with intense will try if I tell him," she observed to the captain. anxiety, as he stood alone upon the reeling deck, "You will go, Keeldar !” The dog shook himself, taking a last farewell of the timbers he had regarded advanced his forepaws to the edge of the vessel, and with fidelity and affection. He had hardly swung looked steadily forward. The sailor on the reef com- bimself off, when a heavy sea struck the ship, and so prehended what was going forward, and let himself completely unseated her, that the ropes were cast down, so that he stood hip-high in the water. from their holdings, and the gallant officer was im
Era ungloved her hand, and attempted to fasten the mersed in the waves. The men pulled as if their glove to the rope (this was done for her): she lives were still in his keeping ; even Eva put her frail showed it to the dog, told him he was to carry it strength to the rescue; all shouted to him as with there-pointing across. It was flung off, and the one voice to hold on; and so great was their anxiety gallant brute sprang after it with such high courage, to preserve his life, that they hardly noticed the utter that at the shout raised by the sailors the white destruction of the vessel, which, before he was landed pigeon, which must have sheltered somewhere in the on the reef, had gone to pieces so completely, that rigging through the storm, fluttered towards the reef. nothing could be seen but the spars and bulk-heads,
“Do not look, Eva: I will tell you what occurs, jostling each other in the trough of the sea, which said Sidney, as he turned her face to his bosom. “I had lifted her up, and then dashed her into fragdo not see him yet, my love : all is one mass of
One or two old sailors declared there must foam; the rope floats idly-no, he has it! he has it! have been a "reason" for all this—in the summer. Good dog-no, it is loose again ; no, he has it; I see time!-something not right going on; for they had his head !"
heard sounds such as thunder never uttered, and seen "Let it go! let it go! he is uncoiling it ; steady!" shadows on the deck never reflected from mortal cried the captain. “Lady," he added, “call form. This they whispered to each other, looking loudly to the dog ; he will hear your voice." out for the white pigeon, which seemed to have
Eva was at once herself: she advanced, nothing passed from the reef as mysteriously as from the heeding her dripping garments, nor the deaths which ship. gaped around her. Beneath her feet a thousand Keeldar might have been a popular dog, if he had demons were tugging at the yet firm-set planks, had popular manners ; but he never courted "the reeving them one from the other, and yelling half in people," and when each had patted him on the head, mockery, half in triumph. Some of the passengers and all admired his courage and sagacity, there lay on the shelving deck, so ill as to be indifferent seemed to arise a tacit understanding that he only whether life or death were at hand. Each wave desired the approbation of his mistress ! shook the shattered bark, as it hissed and spattered over the timbers : but Eva stood like Hope, steady THE PARLOUR LIBRARY. (Simms and to the anchor, on the spot from which Keeldar had MʻIntyre.)— The eleventh volume of this excelplunged. “ Forward, good Keeldar ; forward, brave lent and wonderfully cheap publication presents, dog, forward !” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. if we mistake not, an entirely new feature.
ReHe turned his head once towards his mistress, but All knew their lives depended on his
issues of deservedly popular works, by estastrength and sagacity: they grouped together, watch-blished authors, have hitherto been given us in ing with panting hearts and straining eyes the move
clear type, a portable form, and with tasteful ments of his head as he struggled onwards. Again getting up,” at a price that would have seemed Eva encouraged him, and all felt the influence of her fabulous twenty years ago; but in the last numvoice. Eagerly at last the sailor grasped the rope, ber we have an original novel by Carleton; and and waved his arm in triumph ; but the dog would the originators and proprietors of the work apnot yield up his charge.
peal yet more strongly to the public for support "It is the glove he wants,” exclaimed Eva, in in their spirited undertaking --for a pencil and a agony.
few figures will quickly show, that only a sale The captain put his trumpet to his mouth. “Give amounting to tens and tens of thousands, can him the glove."
There had been a fierce and determined wrestling bring the scheme to paying point. “The Emibetween the man and the dog ; but it ceased at once.
grants of Ahadarra” is an Irish novel, as might The sailor clambered to the nearest ledge, the rope be expected from Mr. Carleton's pen; and the coiled round his arm; while Keeldar, unable to same power of vivid description, and of life-like shake the water from his coat, shut his teeth firmly delineation of the Irish character, especially the on the glove. Still the waves rolled on, though the peasantry of the land, which has given him the gale abated. The sailor on the reef made fast his highest reputation, is now evinced to sustain it. rope ; but it had been injured in its progress, and The plot is too intricate for us to attempt sketchwas unequal to much weight. Doing as he was or- ing it here, and far too interesting for us fairly to dered, the little cabin-boy coiled one of great strength trifle with it. “ Hycy Burke" is a creation that round his slim body, and grappled the other, foot by stands among the real personages of fictionfoot, across the abyss. Oh! if his mother had been those we speak of familiarly as acquaintances, there to see him !' That secured, two strong men went over to provide for the safety of those who were
whether disagreeable or not-and contrasts in to follow, and, valuable as time was, there was no
its meanness, conceit, and pieces of villany confusion. Nothing could keep the trembling small and great, very powerfully beside the Keeldar tranquil during the minute that his mistress sisters Kathleen and Hanna, and the high Was wafted across ; but when she was lifted to the hearted M‘Mahons, father and son.