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selves from the violence of passions This acknowledgment of the preand of tempests without.

sent imperfection of things, while it As to those extensive and rich affords room to genius for the exerlevels that abound in green fertility, cise of its peculiar power, so should rewarding man's industry, and made it to the eye of the world stamp the what they are by man, as having less greatest value on the high concepof the Creator's hand apparent in tions of the painter, For it

the them, they are of a lower beauty, province of the poet and painter in and not sought by the painter. He part to remove the curse, to refine may delight in them occasionally for the mind from its baser dross, and their intimate connexion with man's idealize nature for its reception. home, and this association will be

" That what I said their charm; but they make no strong Of earth before scarce pleasant seem'd." hold upon the imagination. He may delight in the effects spread over But-quorsum hæc? I have been them by the atmosphere, and rejoice led to make these remarks by way in thankfulness at their communica- of preface or introduction to the tion with the clouds that “ drop fat- brighter scenery of the Sketcher's ness," at their happy gilding of the ground, bearing in my mind the sun's lighting up, and the vivid hues dreary ways to be travelled over bethat the shelter of hedge-rows pro- fore those happy shelters of beauty duces or improves. But these are can be reached. If the wide world fascinations for humbler talent. has its “antres vast and deserts idle,"

The sketcher or painter should so has each particular region, and never lose sight of the truth, that this oursmall island, uncouth, rugged, the whole earth is deteriorated in or dismal wilds broadly spread ; its soil and atmosphere, and every whose frowning, forbidding aspect beauty consequent upon the per- might arrest the wanderer's feet, and fection or imperfection of these, and keep from intrusion the sweet spots that the faculty of imagination is that lie beyond. Every Hesperides given him to supply, as he may, much has its hideous dragon to guard its that is lost, and which the inspira- golden fruit. Our own beautiful tion of genius will enable him to lakes are surrounded by dreary supply; for he ought to believe his moors. But none have perhaps ex, dreams and visions imparted glimpses perienced the gloom of bog and of a fairer world, such as once was, mountain more than the visitors to and may somewhere in eternal space the far and justly famed Killarney. yet exist,-nay, such as he may con- Never shall I forget my passage to it ceive this very earth, when more blest, some years ago, when perhaps the may become; when the wastes shall eye was less nice. From Castle be made profitable, and the accursed Island, (where we first encountered soils be entirely changed ; when the Irish howl, and witnessed the “instead of the thorn shall come up beating of the breasts, tearing the the fir-tree, and instead of the brier hair, and thumping the coffin, per, shall come up the myrtle-tree, and formed by the hired professional it shall be to the Lord for a name, for criers,) all was as dismal as need be. an everlasting sign, which shall not Nor was the journey without its be cut off;" when “ the wilderness danger ; for, to say nothing of the conand the solitary place shall be glad, dition of an Irish post-chaise in and the desert shall rejoice and those days, the seat of which gave blossom as the rose; it shall blos- way, by which our feet were thrown som abundantly, and rejoice even up to the roof, there was a river to with joy and singing: the glory of cross, the passableness of which was Lebanon shall be given unto it, the very questionable, it being, much excellency of Carmel and Sharon.” swollen with rain-and though there Then, indeed, will there be, as it was a bridge, or, I should say, half a were,“ a new earth," and man's pil. bridge, for it was broken in the midgrimage will be through a better dle, we could not attempt to leap paradise, the sunshine whereof will across the opening. It is to be hoped be as answerable to the sunshine in the matter is now settled to what his breast, as are the present scenes county belongs the charge of repair. of earth to the distraction therein. ing it, and that there is no longer danger of having to return some steamer, in which was my friend, twenty wretched miles, or risk one's steadily coasting her way-and I life in the torrent. But it must be knew we should reach Lynmouth confessed the Lakes of Killarney about the same time. As I approachafforded ample compensation. But ed Countisbury hill, the range of our I am not now going to describe Kil- sketching ground opened before me. larney; though it be very tempting, The wooded hills folded and interwith its stag-hunt, its echoes, and sected each other with their dips pursuit, to the very water that mir- and green descents into the valley of rors mountains blue, brown rocks, the Lyn, alternately darkened by the and tufted trees. But I will here running shadows of fleeting clouds point out one beauty peculiar to and again illuminated, affording a Killarney, at least such as I have not living moving variety to the whole. seen so striking elsewhere. There Light and shadow seemed to chase are in the lakes recesses, small bays, each other as in sport;—then would inlets, formed by projections of rock, both vanish, and leave the scene of covered with trees, rich and beautiful, one sombre hue, that wanted the and so shown on ledges edged by depth of shadow. The earth and the declivities and precipices, that you sky were like children in their play, feel sure the axe has never been and now in a wayward mood; and there; they seem so inaccessible but like them had, as it were, hastily by a labour that would not repay, snatched up all the bright things, the and, as if conscious of their liberty, relics of their sport, to pelt the inthrow out even in the reflections in truders that came within their ken the lake, an air of wild security. —and unfortunately within their But, as I said, I am not going to open reach. Being in an open carriage the portfolio at Killarney. Let me (not alone),we were pretty well pepgive one more example, how wretch- pered before we reached the top of ed is the whole road from “ The Countisbury hill. The misty vapoury Eternal City" to the beautiful Tivo, clouds then swept away like dun li, whose exquisite Grecian temple smoke in their passage over the remains a proof of its origin, “ Tibur moor, followed by faint gleams; as Argivo positum colono;" 'pleasant the timid and bright-winged birds, Tivoli, with its cascades, and the with affected courage, follow at a revineyards and gardens moistened by spectful distance the dusky kite, irrigating streams, so truly explaining gorged with his quarry, and sailing the passage of Horace-the

away leisurely and regardless over “ Uda

the territory of his dominion. When Mobilibus pomaria rivis ;" we had arrived at the brow of the where the ductile streams, after per- hill, the storm cleared away, like the forming their fertilizing office, bound drawing up of a curtain, and the scene over the rocks into the Anio, and of the Sketcher's transactions lay form the Cascatelli. The road is illuminated before us. Linton was melancholy, and the 'mephitic disc above, Lynmouth below, and the gusting sulphurous vapours that at- Channel broadly spread before us tack the traveller midway are intole- with its high horizon; and there, to rable. But I do not intend to speak the right lay the steamer, from whose of Tivoli, its Temple, or its Grotto of sides a small skiff was departing, Neptune, and must hasten to the conveying the passengers ashore. scene which lintend to make the sub- Having seen the rest of the party to ject of this pumber of The Sketcher the gate of our lodgings, I went to -Lynmouth, in the North of Devon. greet my friend Pictor, whom I took

I had engaged to meet my friend by the hand as he was stepping from Pictor at my old lodgings at Lyn- the boat. In our walk to our lodmouth. I will not weary the reader gings, we were not unpleased to see with a description of a wearisome many signs of improvement in this ride over Exmoor. For upwards of little place. Some good houses bad twenty miles, whatever way you ap- been built since the last visit. “Do not proach Lynmouth, unless it be by you recollect,” said Pictor, pointwater, you have to encounter most ing to some new stabling, and an ordesolate regions. As soon as I reach- namented cottage,“ my shewing you ed the Minehead road, I saw the a sketch of an old shed and house covered with ivy, and a large boat, best, was not pleasing. The house high and dry, close under the shade still consists of many habitations, or of those trees? All is, I see, removed, nests, communicating with each and the roughness, or picturesque, as other, and well adapted for its purit would be called, has given place pose: and I make no doubt, many a to new masonry, and here are, I see, future sketcher will have good reastables to an elegant villa.”

son to praise the accommodation, Sketcher. I recollect it well, and and never will any meet with a more that I enquired why you made the attentive, civil, obliging person, than sketch, for I thought that it was not worthy Mrs Blackmore. He need likely to be of use to you, though make no agreements; all will be many an inferior artist would make fair, proper, and moderate in charge. a very beautiful little picture of the And she will, where seen or heard, simple Flemish-like assemblage. and that will be seldom, shew, by an

Pictor. And I gave you as a reason, agreeable word and pleasant smile, that the name on the stern of the a ready endeavour that all should be boat was the cause, for I was told to the comfort of her lodgers. an interesting story respecting the Having taken some refreshment, owner. I have it on the sketch, as it as it was yet some hours to sunset, was in white letters on the boat. Pictor and I ascended the hill to

This man, some few years ago, Linton, and from thence with the saved the life of a lady, who with purpose of reaching the “ Valley of two others was adventurously cross- Rocks" that way, we took the path ing the stream, somewhere above cut in the side of the hill, which is among the woods. The lady lost very precipitous down to the water's her footing, and was carried down edge. The castellated rocks above by the torrent. There was apparent- our heads on the left are certainly ly no help, but the man hearing the striking, but they are not on a scale cries of her companions, rushed to be very grand, and require the acdown from the wood, where he hap- cidental effect of partial relief, leapened to be, and providentially ving the more rugged and prominent reached the very spot, where, at the parts to break bold and dark into the imminent risk of his life, he saved the sky, to give them importance; but lady. I understand she rewarded the scene, as a whole, is fine, is grand. him handsomely, and probably en- The expanse of water is great, and abled him to be the owner of the the distant Welsh mountains across large boat I sketched, and I did so, the Channel were at that moment that I might recollect an incident so seen in a remarkably favourable pleasing and so creditable to him. If light. They were of a beautiful ul. the sketch be useless to me as a tramarine colour, blended with warm work of art, it may be beneficial in hues, and separated here and there improving my humanity.”

from each other by vapour or smoke, We soon reached our lodgings, shewing range behind range. Their which I found, to my mortification, outlines were mostly marked upon hating all unnecessary innovations, the sky, though delicately, but in had undergone an “architectural re- some parts were not very distinguishform;" it was, for lack of a better able from the piled clouds that were word to coin one, hotelified. It was about them. The expanse of water heretofore a simple thatched cottage, was of a thousand hues, in all varie. with low country-gothicised win- ties of greens and purples, delicately dows, and trellice-work over the blended with and gradated by the walls, bright with roses and green- pervading atmosphere. It would be ery. Our excellent landlady, who is difficult to imagine more harmonious the paragon of all letters of lodgings, or more beautiful colours than were came out to meet and welcome us, here presented to the eye. Immeand reminded me that my room had diately below us, at the depth of not been touched; and she judged some hundred feet, the multitudirightly, that it would not have been nous waves' gentle undulations were to my taste, had the most elegant of a deeper, though still azure transtructure supplied its place; and I sparent green. The sea-birds, rising confess, the alteration I saw, though up from the clefts of the rocks, for I dare to say it was much for the the most part hidden by the ground just before us, with their peculiar was, in a great measure, occupied by cry, and their white wings silvered the large fragments mentioned; bewith light, as they soared and float- yond these lay the small sandy ed in the air over the waters, so ten- beach, which did not appear to exanted the scenery, that we scarcely tend to any distance on either side, perceived the distant vessels whose and seemed formed as an arena for white sails dotted the bosom of the the entertainment or transactions of Channel. The colour of the water whatever beings might inhabit or and distant mountains would have come as visitants to this rocky secludelighted Claude, but he would have sion. The gentle plash of the waves made a far other use of the rugged upon the shore was much in chaparts of the rocks and cliffs than any racter with the scene. The interior correct view would have allowed of the cavern presented a curious him; he would have thrown them appearance. A large mass of stone forward into the picture, softened had, by some means, been conveyed their ruggedness, and covered them into the centre, and been so cut with foliage, and thrown out magni- away, as to form a very tolerable ficent trees from the very foreground. round table, resting upon a base And he would have improved the much smaller than the upper cirpicture, for the view was soft in its cumference, nor was it without its beauty, and ill accorded with the rude stone seats. We were not sorry bleak and barren ruggedness which to rest here. we knew was at our backs and about Sketcher. Who could have thus us. This would, therefore, have been furnished this drawingroom of Naa fine study for him, for it would ture's architecture ? have left him free to improve where Pictor. Say, rather, of ocean's his genius would be most effective. fabricating; but little shall I care He would have made of it an embark who furnished it, lest truth, or rather ation to some enchanted land. The matter-of-fact, (for there is a differpicture should then have been seen ence,) should mar the fictions which fresh from his easel for I never saw the imagination can so readily supin any picture of his the varieties of ply in such a spot. Nor will I pickcolour, though here they were so axe the rocks, to see of what they are exquisitely blended under one tone. made, and should be sorry to know

After remaining some time at this how they were made. spot, we followed the path, till it led Sketcher. Then you are no advous round into the “ Valley of Rocks.” cate for knowledge; you are surely Where the path suddenly turns to the very unlike the common race of enleft, we marked some sombre rocks quirers. Most tourists would never below us in shade, and a small sandy rest satisfied, until they had learned beach; we intended to wind our where the tools were bought that way thither, to visit a cavern of which helped to hew the table. we had heard, but had neither of us Pictor. But I am no enquirer. I seen. Instead, therefore, of return- don't like enquirers. More than ing by the valley, we walked further balf the things enquired into and on, until we came to a steep and known are not worth knowing, winding pass, that without much dif- Sketcher. Though “ Knowledge is ficulty brought us to the bottom of Power.” the cliffs. Huge fragments Jay all

Pictor. Here it would take away about, where they had been hurled power; for if we knew the whole at their dislodgment from the great history of this cavern, or how Na

We found our way over ture performed her secret part of these, and reached the cavern. It is the work, our intellectual curiosity not large, but all caverns are impo- would be satisfied, and there would sing; and this was rendered more so be an end of the pleasure, but the from its sheltered solitariness. It fire of imagination would be quenchwas retired from the water, the whole ed. And would the exchange be mass in which it was formed being good? , I could wish imagination itself a recess in the cliff'; conse- were oftener judiciously fed, than quently, there were huge projections systematically starved, as it is. We to each side, and the sea in front. should have more painters, sketchers, The space directly before the cavern poets, or at least more taste--more general taste—to admire their pro. good ? It is an engrafted tree; it ductions. Here, at least, "Ignorance bears good and evil. is bliss," and it would be " Folly to Sketcher. Then one-half of it is be wise." There may be a surfeitashes in the mouth, and engenders of knowledge, as of other things, conceit in the heart. that creates disease, makes the heart Pictor. Conceit indeed. For the gross, and the fancy sick. Imperti- man-babe fondly conceives that he nent knowledge is crammed into the is privileged to point out every mobrain, till the inventive faculty is tion of the finger of Providence, driven out. I hate knowledge that though he fail to follow that of a is no wisdom, and leads to none; flea. But I should care little about that makes the heart cold, and dead- it, if they would leave the softer sex ens the fancy like the touch of a tor- free. I was first lectured, and then pedo.

masses.

pitied the other day, by a fair lass of Sketcher. All true, all true, good nineteen, because I would not acPictor. Often have I condemned in company her to scrutinize into the my own mind the absurd pratings secret machinery of a manufactory. that are daily made about know. I am willing to take cottons for cotledge, and how little of it is actually tons, silks for silks, and to leave the of use to the collectors. It should detail to those whose business it is; be as it is required in the art of for, depend upon it, said I to her, it painting; we should discard much will never be yours or mine. that might be good for another, but Sketcher. And if her mind was is bad for ourselves, because it is really occupied upon these things, leading us away from the path our was it not at the expense of better genius should pursue. But the bare thoughts,-nay, purer thoughts,-feaccumulation of dull matters of fact, minine thoughts; because we must never to be brought to any applica- check the growth of evil passions; tion, is the taste of the day; and we must begin with a moral cowardeven half of these are but supposed ice, and deaden the source, forgetting matters of fact, and children are that the chill of selfish, dull Utilitas made to amass them, though they rian knowledge, is as much an ague, can have no interest for them, and as the passions, when unruly, are the ought to have none. They are not fevers of the heart. Both are disallowed to wonder at any thing, eases. The fancy, the imagination, whereas they should be left, and are not evil thought; they may, ineven taught, to wonder much, and deed, receive it; but cultivate these fancy a great deal. They learn alo- highest gifts, and they will work a gies and ologies, and to prate chrono- disgust of evil, have high aspiralogically of the kings and queens of tions, and imbibe resolution, not deIndia or Egypt, when they should bility, from pure fountains. be thinking of the King and Queen Pictor. The whole soul of woman of May; when they should prefer should be poetry, in its best meanCinderella to Semiramis. The me- ing and power; it should be all mory must be crammed with mere charm, all elegance, and gifted with matters of fact, with crude things they fascination, that should play at will, can never digest; and we wonder and irresistibly, in every action, gesthey have neither hearts nor wisdom. ture, speech, and look. And all this It is but bidding them pick up the it will surely lose, if it be taught dry sticks that fall from the Tree of only to rummage the heterogeneous Knowledge, instead of the fruit, till, and tatterdemalion stores of knowwhen they do look up to the fruit, it ledge the pawnbroker. What has is in despair :

a young girl, whom Nature intended Miranturque novas frondes et non sua as the very Paragon of creation, poma."

whose great business it is to keep up

the enchantment of life, (and, of a “ All under Knowledge Tree do gape and truth, the common busy intruding stop,

daily cares and vexations of the world But not an apple in their mouths will have too great a tendency to its disdrop."

enchantment,) who has to learn how Pictor. And if it did, is all the to be ever amusing and amiable, that fruit of the “ Tree of Knowledge" she may ever charm her husband,

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