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They cuff, they tear, their cheeks and necks they rend,
M. J. CHAPMAN. (TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.)
Which is best? Brome is bad. Dr had not stretched them from the Johnson said no man could distin- first. “ Float on the wind” is not guish Brome or Fenton from Pope. quite right.“ Wheel on high" is All men may-most women, and very poor indeed—nobody supposes some children. A wishy-washy imi. they were very low—and yet they tation of the style of Pope cannot be were lower than they had been by very like Homer. Our belief is, that some thousand feet at least-for the though Pope may have brushed and people saw the sparkles of their eyes. burnished up a bit his coadjutors' “ And clang their wings, and hoverversions, he was pleased to let them ing beat the sky,” is no great imremain in their manifest inferiority provement on our truthful proseto his own. They were two good which, by the way, we perceive, is a foils. Rapid” and “ swift”-to verse, and a good one_“ There say nothing of the tautology-are sweeping round, they shook their wretched epithets, applied here to numerous plumes.” The line that eagles—and of course not in Homer. follows is a mean version of the Nothing is said in the Greek about magnificent. Not a syllable in Homer “ descending.” That they did de- about“ sbrieking"—they yelled not. scend, we see. “ Stretch their broad “ They cuff - they tear” – Brome wings,” seems to imply that they must have thought very fine-so fine that he must like a fool say which it was impossible they could something still finer. “ And from ever repay, to birds. Yet they were their plumes huge drops of blood no great ornithologists. The science descend,” which does not liappen of augury was high, but not appaeven when a tercel gentle strikes rently very complicated; and the a heronsbew into what seems a for- Aight-inspired man had in truth but tuitous congregation of atoms. The to know his left hand from his right. concluding lines are sonorous—but Yet the people, with a firm faith in ambitious over much-and the whole his inspiration, awfully heard his the failure of a man who never saw interpretation of the omen, to comeven a buzzard. Cowper is almost mon sense seemingly as simple as as good as possible_and shows that sublime—as in those two eagles. Haa poet may keep tame hares, and litherses gave utterance but to the yei admire wild eagles. In Sotheby thoughts of the people, gazing on we are sorry to miss the mountain; the birds-for amazement and fear and there seems a "they” wanting had fallen on them--and they all felt for grammatical construction ; but that the rushing of wings and the the flight coming and going is finely glaring of eyes were ominous of given, and so is the threatening and death. But he, they believed, was the portent. Sotheby has seen many “ endowed with clear credentials eagles. Chapman (not old, but from above”-and that utterance young Chapman) is admirablý Ho- was to them not merely confirmameric. But “ Voiced a boding tion, but revelation. In his prophetic draih,” we promise a crown to any exultation he became unconsciously man who shall explain. Cowper and a Liar of the first magnitude, yet Chapman are “both best.” “Of the spoke Jove's truth. That Ulysses rest of the passage, Brome makes and Telemachus were to come flying very weak work — Cowper rather wing to wing like eagles, he saw and heavy work—and Sotheby rather said, as he heard aloft the whistling imperfect work—so let their ver- plumes; but that twenty years ago sions sleep. Hay has promised to he had told Ulysses of his fated retry his hand on it-and we have sug- turn to Ithaca, we no more believe gested to him the right measure. At than that he told Us, at the era of present there really seems to be no- the French Revolution, that Christothing in English so like the Greek pher North was to be the Editor of as our own prose. No merit that of Maga yet unconceived in the womb ours_'uis all Homer's. A few words, of Fate. But he held that strange with your leave, about this Portent. tale devoutly true, and so did all
To know Fear, you must either who heard him ; for he threw his live, or imagine you live, in an age of feelings of the present on his feelings soothsaying and superstition. Prog- of the past, and they all so bandied postications of a direful event are themselves back and forward, that sublime, seen sbadowy on a strange- by collision they kindled into a clouded sky-typical of retribution, new birth-the feeling of the Future. in all ghastliest shapes-shifting to No wonder there were awe and and fro, and of a bloody colour. amazement,-nor can there be a Seers stand staring there, till they doubt that all felt Fear. But as a shudder to pronounce the doom de- heroic character, in Burns' Hallowclared by the troubled heavens, and een, under the influence of superstiwander, wild-eyed, up and down a tious fear, “ whistled up Lord Len. mountainous country, madand miser. nox'march, to keep his courage able, and wishing they were dead. cheery,” so now did the bold Eu. You can think with what Fear they rymachus burst out into abuse of may inspire a lone Highland glen by Kalitherses, and, with a quaking a few woful words of old withered heart, resumed his countenance and maniacs, almost naked, cowing chief-speech-pale and faltering-for the tains, even when “plaided and plum- nonce, to simulate scorn. Cowper ed in their tartan array.” In the felt that wellancient world, seers, and soothsayers, “ Hence, dotard! hence and propbets, (surely they were not To thy own house ; there, prophesying, all deceivers,) for the revelation of the Fates were under obligations, Thy children of calamities to come.
Birds, numerous, Autter in the beams of a prophet fit to speak before men. The day,
whole harangue is fierce and furious, Not all predictive. Death, far hence but Eurymachus keeps harping on
one string, and the discordant twangHath found Ulysses ; and I would to ing disturbs not the spirit of the Heaven,
young hero. He demands a twentyThat, when he died, thyself had perished oared bark, that he may seek sandy
Pylos, and thence hasten to LacedeThen badst thou not with these prophetic mon, to obtain tidings of his sire. “ If strains
I hear he lives, one year I shall be O'erwhelm'd us, nor Telemachus im- patient for his return. If I bear he is peli'd,
dead, I will perform his funeral rites Already thus incensed," &c.
with such pomp as his great name His mind is ill at ease-he is not demands, and raise at home his tomb, self-consistent-and he must have and then give my mother to-whom felt the weakness of his own logic. I choose.” Then rose Mentor, illus“ Go, dotard, and prophesy to child- trious Ulysses' friend, to whom, on ren; for thou hast o'erwhelmed us, his departure, he had consigned the and compelled the mind of Telema- care of his household, and speaks chus.” That showed Halitherses was like a wise man.
“ Hear me, ye Ithacans, be never King,
Check not the suitors with a single wori'." Alas ! all was rotten in the state of Leal, he could mow and swathe like Ithaca. Twenty years is a long mic grass. Where was this assemblage nority—and mierule, during half that held ? In a building, or in the open time, can sadly change the charac- air ? If in a building the councilter of a people.
hall had no roof, for the eagles were • Injurious Mentor! beadlong orator!
seen coming and going in the sky. How darest thou move the populace
It was, therefore, no Hole-and-Core
ner Meeting—and the sun saw the against The Suitors?"
sin and shame of all the people, and
of all the peers. So asks Liocritus ; but the populace The council-a pretty council inare palsied-dead is the quickening deed-breaks up-and where goes spirit of love and loyalty-and so Telemachus ? To lave his hands in utterly have they forgotten Ulysses the surf of the grey deep. They that they see nothing of him in his have refused to give him a twentyblooming son. 'Tis this that makes oar'd bark—and shall they thwart Telemachus feel his weakness; his the designs of Minerva ? He calls native modesty induces him to think upon the goddess, and she appears and speak humbly of his own imma- in the form of Mentor. There, by the ture powers; his native heroism in- sounding sea, commune the seeming spires him with resolution to face all old man and the young—and ere dangers; but the sight of his own nightfall they will embark. The Sui. people's degradation forces him to tors' renewed showers of scorn now confess that in Ithaca he must suc- glance off the prince's mind like bail cumb to the crew whom, were Ithaca from sunbright armour; and Pallas what once it was, the Land of the fools that drunken multitude, dashing the goblets from their hands, while the sun had set, and twilight drenching their eyes in drowsiness, dimmed all the ways--the bark was and driving them, blind and deaf, in the bay impatient for the prince. staggering through the streets. Mean
M. T. CHAPMAN. (TR. COL. CAM.)
We perceive, from Pope, that Ra- asleep on his own beloved shore. pin is very severe on Minerva and All she did know was, that Jove had Jupiter, who contrive the action of promised he should return. Calypso, the Odyssey. That action, it seems, for aught Minerva knew, might send is very imperfect; because it begins him to Pylos; or Neptune, on his with the voyages of Telemachus, and return from Ethiopia, might drive ends with those of Ulysses. Why, the slayer of his son Polyphemus to surely a son stands in a pretty close the Hyperboreans. What if Ulysses relation to bis own father. A son had been sitting with old Nestor at voyaging to find his father, and even a sea-shore feast? Rapin might have if possible bring biro home, appears been dumbfoundered, and Minerva tous to be helping the action as much somewhat surprised; but nothing is as can be reasonably expected of him, impossible in poetry of which the especially when the action is being machinery is not spinning-jennies helped on still more effectually by but Gods. the father himself, whose whole soul Old Rap likewise thought hois set on getting home to find his nour, duty, and nature ought to have son. But of the two divinities, the moved Telemachus to seek tidings old gentleman is inost crusty on Pal- of his father, without the instigalas. She knew that Ulysses was in tion or guidance of a goddess. That Ogygia—and that Jove had promised acute remark cuts in pieces the whole to let him return to Ithaca. True- poetry of Homer, and makes shreds but what did that amount to? To and patches of the whole Greek remuch less than the old gentleman ligion. But it would be well if all seems to supposse--for Pallas did not youths would act like Telemachus, know that Neptune was to dash him, even at the bidding of a superior after ever so many miseries on a raft, power, human or divine. on Phæacia-That Nausicaa was to Minerva takes him, quoth Rap, to fall in love with bim-that he was to all the most improbable places;-to bear Demodocus barping and sing. the houses of Nestor and Menelaus ! ing in the gardens of Alcinous—and Would he have had her to take him that he was to be landed sound to Ogygia ? But we must be con
tented with Homer's Odyssey-how- In good time Telemachus tells his ever much we may regret that it name and purpose-but Nestor, alas! was not rewritten by Rapin. knows nothing of Ulysses whom he
We know and love Telemachus loved, and pronounces matchless. as well as if we had been for years Then, with what a fine sense of prowith him in Ithaca. What he may priety does Telemachus, instead of end in, no man who has studied hu- mourning for the darkness that man nature may pretend to say—but shrouds his father's fate, modestly now his character is as transparent put such questions to the Old in as the purest well he ever stooped Days as may lead him to narrate to drink at, with a dead deer, or events in his own history, and in that boar, or wolf, lying at the young of other heroes-his friends-after hunter's feet on the greensward the fall of Troy! The young Prince's among the rocks. Never, we may own sentiments and sympathies sugventure to say, will he be so fertile gested indeed the theme-and the in expedients as his Father-nor so aged king had by a few words awaeloquent nor so wise—for in genius kened his desire to hear again the Ulysses was the greatest of all the oft-repeated tale,– Greeks—but as brave, as affectionate, and as faithful to all old loves,
“ Ye, too, far off have heard Atrides' will be the son as the sire-and one
By fell (Egisthus' will, how closed his day as good a king. How delightful to land with him But rightly has the base adulterer paid
breath; on the shore in sight of the old city Dire vengeance due to Agamemnon's of Peleus, and witness his delight on
shade beholding—so Sotheby finely calls 'Tis glorious when heroic sons remain what we dully construed seats the Nine Green Theatres ! In each Such as Atrides' heir, whose righteous ire
The great avengers of their fathers slain; five hundred men feasting on nine Slew the base murderer of his far-famed bulls. Four thousand five hundred men-good and true-in the act of Such thou; so match by deeds thy stately devouring eighty-one bulls. All the
frame, fourscore and one bulls had been That ages yet to come extol thy name." coal-black, without one single ashy spot, when alive in their hides, and The example of Orestes had been now are all done brown on the sa- set before him by Minerva's self, crificial fire. All the thighs--one ere they left Ithaca; and Menelaushundred and sixty-two-are laid on brother of the murdered King of Men the altar of Neptune. All the other again tells him the dreadful tale in flesh-not sinking offal—for the en- the words of the ever-changing Protrails are especially mentioned-con- teus of the sea. Not a word any sumed—we are willing to believe- where (are we mistaken?) about by his worshippers. On the approach Orestes killing his mother. Teleof the strangers, “ all arose" to wel- machus resembled the son of Agacome them—not all the four thou memnon only in being called on by sand five hundred men-but all the earth and heaven to avenge his paós sieh, a noble band, conspicuous rent's wrongs—but his father was among them all the young Pisistra- blessed with a faithful wife—so said tus, who has already embraced the the shade of Atrides to Laertiades Prince of Ithaca, and welcomed him beside the trench of blood in that -his birth and name unknown-to doleful region where he had not forPylos. And old Nestor is not only got the fatal bath-and called Ulys. alive still, but as fresh-looking and ses happy in all his woes—for the hale as he was some ten years back Phantom thought of Penelope and before Troy! What a trump for a then of Clytemnestra. Tontine! and as garru—as elo- Friendship is like love in young quent as ever! Pisistratus sure must hearts—it rises at first sight and enbe his great grandson. By no means. dures for ever. Echephron, Stratius, And in the palace perhaps there is a Perseus, Thrasymedes, Aretus-Nesrocking-cradle. Remember we are tor's sons—are all kind to the son of now flourishing in the heroic age, Ulysses; but Pisistratus is at once and in the presence of a Patriarch, his brother, All the rest are married