which winds up the "Life Drama," they (Walter and Violet) only stay out until the approach of evening, when the lady says, half reproachfully You used to love the moon! To which he replies, after remarking that ""Tis so cold," and that the " dews are falling," "A star's a cold thing to a human heart," And love is better than their radiance. Come! Such is the "Life Drama." The subordinate characters are merely introduced, like the friends of Job, to scoff, reason, and draw out the hero of the piece. We have now only to select some peculiarities of style, and to give a few specimens in order to complete our task. We have alluded to blasphemy. We are immortals; and must bear such woe, He'd pay down all his stars to buy the death He doth deny us.-P. 88. (N.B. Two or more allusions in the same page charged as one.) The particulars given below.* "An Evening at Home," a little poem of about fourteen pages, which follows, has its due share of meteorology and brine; but larks appear to be the predominant image; at least they are more worthy of comment. In "A Life Drama" we have only perceived nine 111. 133. 158, and very funny† some of them allusions to larks, pp. 16. 20, 21. 28. 43. 106. are; but here, in this little poem, are no less than six, besides one to linnets. Here is a specimen : Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time "In the sun" is, we believe, a vulgar euphemism for being a little flushed with the rosy god. "England" is represented as just We have spoken of bathos. Servant lo recovering to a doubtful suspicion of her own quitur Wearily I saw the Dawn's Feet sheening o'er the dewy lawns. There is something like plagiarism in Like a young sun-beam in a "gloomy.wood, identity. "Is England, England?" and a companion who was less overcome is recounting to her the achievements of "her own larks." This passage should be illustrated by one of the "Punch" artists. Young England's headache, with the wrenched knockers and policeman's rattle, is a subject worthy of Doyle. It is a shame, however, to fix feminine pronouns upon Young England. Of rampant absurdities the abundance is so great in this little volume, that we know not where to choose. Most of these have already been italicised as beauties by some one or more of the weekly reviewers. is curious that lines which have been thrown off as studies of absurdity by men of It Milton makes Comus (also in a wood) say- genius should so resemble, as they do, many At every fall smoothing the raven down But this is trivial. Would that Mr. Smith might be inclined to go through a regular course of Milton! As to repetition; we understand that Mr. Smith has been called the "laureate of the sun, moon, stars, and seas," or some such expression; and certainly, if frequent allusion to them merit the epithet, he has won it amply. In glancing over his little volume, with pen in hand, we have made out the following little bill; and we believe we have cheated ourselves, by leaving out several items : Mr. Alexander Smith in account with Messrs. Sun, Moon, Stars, and Seas, for similes, allusions, and poetical imagery Debtor To suns, sun-sets, sun-light, sun-beams, &c., for use of Life Drama 77 54 63 66 To moon, moon-beams, moon-light, &c., as above Suns, &c.-Pp. 2. 9. 11. 16, 17. 23, 24(3), 25(2). 28. 32. 35(2), 36(2), 37. 48, 49(2), 50(2), 51(4), 52(3). 57. 59. 62, 63, 64. 66. 70. 74, 75, 76(2). 78, 79. 84, 85. 88. 91 (2). 94(2), 95, 96. 97, 08. 101. 113. 117, 118. 122. 125, 126, 127. 129(2), 130(3). 132. 134. 137(2). 139. 141. 146. 151(3), 152, (very remarkable) 153. 156. 158, 159, 160. 162. 162. 164. 166. 173. 178. 185, 186, 187. 190, 191. 193. 196. 198. 199. Moons, &c.-Pp. 2. 4(2), 5, 6. 14. 29, 30. 39, 40. 45, 46. 52, 53. 59. 61. 67, 68. 70. 72. 74. 80, 81(2), 82. 89. 92. 97. 100. 106. 117(2). 122. 127, 128(2), 199. 132. 139. 145. 151, 152. 155. 163. 169. 178, 179. 182, 183, 184, 185. 188. 190. 196, 197. 199, 200. 202. Stars, &c.-Pp. 4, 5, 6. 12. 16. 18, 19(2). 23, 24(2). 26. 29, 30, 31. 33. 36, 37. 39. 42. 45, 46, 47. 49. 55. 59, 60(2), 61, 62. 76. 78. 80. 85, 86. 88, 89. 92. 97. 100. 103, 104. 109. 118, 119, 120, 121 (2). 131. 136. (3). 138. 141. 144. 147, 148. 154, (a galaxy) 155, 156, 157. (a milky way) 163. 169. 182. 191. 200, 201, 202. Seas, &c.-Pp. 3. 8. 9(2), 10, 11. 14, 15. 17. 19. 25. 29. 38. 40. 42, 43(3). 45. 47. 52. 56. 60. 62. 67. 71, 72, 73. 77. 80. 83. 90. 92. 95. 100. 107. 110, 111. 113. 115, 116. 119, 120(2). 122, 123. 127, 128. 135(2). 142. 149. 151. 153, 154, 155. 157. 161. 170. 178, 179. (2). 185, 186, 187. 192, 193. 195, 196. 198. 200 (3). 202. † E. g.-P. 28. "Skies of larks."-P. 133. "Up goes her voice of larks."-P. 158. "Loud with a thousand 260 larks," &c. &c. &c. of the beauties of the "poetlings" of the present day, when they are trying all they can. Here is a powerful aspiration which might have been placed in the mouth of Leicester or Sir Walter Raleigh in Sheridan's immortal Spanish Armada, or rather of Whiskerandos or the Beefeater aspiring to the hand of the divine Tilburina. O may my spirit on hope's ladder climb From hungry nothing up to star-pack'd space, The following is delicious: Her father's veins ran noble blood, Like a sun-beam she came and went He pour'd his frenzy forth in song, Beneath the quiet daisies.-Pp. 22, 23. Is it possible to read this and avoid thinking of that pathetic epitaph: Here I lies, and my spirit at ASE is, With the tips of my toes and the end of my nose Canning, in ridicule of a poet who crowded his verse with similes wherein there was no similarity, imitated him thus : As Sampson lost his strength By cutting off his hair, So I repair my strength By breathing Hampstead air. This would be no burlesque upon Alexander Smith. Take the following: I am so cursed, and wear within my soul A pang as fierce as Dives, drowsed with wine, Lipping his leman in luxurious dreams.-P. 3. Does any reader see the similitude? The subject is not one that will bear analysis; but we confess that even if we knew exactly how a "pang" were "worn" we should not have looked for a pattern pang in such a set of circumstances. We have not space, however, to follow out this peculiarity of our author; but although there are many pretty images, there is not one true or happy simile in the whole volume. Page 11. We read of a startled lover upon whom a "Thought comes streaming. The poet's spirit taking captive the spheres "to wring their riches out," is a bold conception. In the next stanza he says, or sings: I'll wing me through creation like a bee, And taste the gleaming spheres. This is bolder still. We fear the young gentleman has not yet learned that the moon is not made of green cheese, and that he speculates upon it as an edible. But perhaps we come under the following description : Most souls are shut By sense from grandeur, as a man who snores, Night-capped and wrapt in blankets to the nose, Is shut out from the night which, like a sea, Breaketh for ever on a strand of stars.-P. 17. Perhaps so; but the rattle of Mr. Smith's nonsense makes it difficult for any poor soul to sleep. We shall give a few more specimens of this class of writing. Let them speak for themselves to those who have taste and judgment, or even common perception. When the dark dumb earth His lamp the valley king'd.-P. 21. On winged poesies.-Ibid. The trees were gazing up into the sky, Their bare arms stretch'd in prayer for the snows.— Why should trees pray for snows? As a sun-steed wild-eyed, and meteor-maned, Neighing the reeling stars, is 'bove a hack With sluggish veins of mud.—Ibid. P. 24. As a stern swordsman grasps his keenest blade.-P. 25. If he did he would certainly cut his fingers. Were she plain night I'd pack her with my stars.-P. 42. Assuredly, if he had any he might pack his "stars"-French or Guelphic-and also his garters, in his portmanteau; but packing his lady with stars suggests the idea of a dindon aux truffes, which we should decidedly prefer to a dame aux étoiles. Here is a notion for the Peace Society :- Here is a sun-set, rather more in the style of voluptuously second-rate, giving us the idea Turner than of Danby All shook and trembled in unstedfast light, O'er evening city with its boom of sin.-P. 52. We have heard of various booms, including the boom of the bittern, and the boomerang; but the "boom of sin" is a new boom, made expressly for the author's Argo. Here for hours we hang O'er the fine pants and trembles of a line.-Pp. 52, 53. This must be a clothes-line. Bard of Moses! What is meant, p. 59, by Indian darks? Is it, can it be, an abbreviation for "darkies ?" P. 63 Mad spoomings to the frighted stars To fledge with music, wings of heavy noon, Here it is evident that Mr. Smith had a quaintly exquisite passage in Shakspeare's Midsummer Night's Dream "dim-visaged" that the author had read the lines of Shelley to an Indian air, and Phillips' immortal translation of the φαινεταί μοι κήνος ἴσος θεοῖσιν. But how faint a reflex is contained in Walter's thirty-two lines: I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat: I feel thy clasping arms; my cheek is wet Mr. Smith's "Another yet!" cannot fail to suggest the "Da mî basia mille, deinde centum Dein mille altera, dein secunda centum Of Catullus. But how poor and diluted is in his soul (as he might himself phrase it). give a pin for pages of Mr. Smith's ecstatic It must be remembered that he is babbling of 66 Indian morn." Let us see. an Tita. His mother was a vot'ress of my order; Would imitate, and sail upon the land But Mr. Smith swells his ships in a different manner. He would burst their holds, not fill their sails; and the result would be the loss of all Messrs. Green's and Lindsay's vessels, and the ruin of many gentlemen at "Lloyds." To stand up in the ruins of a man's own heart must be a difficult process, which we should imagine even Mr. Bunn would scarcely contemplate; yet Mr. Smith shrinks not from such a metaphysical catastrophe: If thy rich heart is like a palace shattered, Stand up amid the ruins of thy heart. Surely this was borrowed from one of Castlereagh's vivid catachreses? "To give the hydra-head of rebellion a rap over the knuckles" is nothing to it. At p. 127 there is a very warm lyric which reminds us of some in Mr. Bailey's "Festus." It is extremely intense. There is a pretty line in it : Thy large dark eyes are wide upon my brow. But we cannot say more of it than that it is weakness Qualis nox fuit illa, di diæque Quam mollis torus. Hausimus calentes Et transfudimus hinc et illinc labellis Let those who like this style of poetry, if Spanish scholars, betake themselves to Garcilasso de la Vega; or, if simply classical, there is Tibullus Et dare anhelatim pugnantibus oscula labris, or Claudian's couplet : labris animum conciliantibus Alternum rapiat morsus anhelitum. These are true poet-laureates of the kissthese and others, from Ovid and Johannes Secundus to Hafiz and Anacreon Moore. Mr. Smith cannot afford to enter the lists with them. Do we exaggerate his aim? Let us see. By the sea-shore and the ships, My arm was trembling round her waist; * * * A teaspoonful of Cornelius Gallius against an Imperial quart of amatory "Life Drama.” Pande, puella, genas roseas Let thy soft cheek of Tyrian bloom, Oh, that death would let me tarry, We submit that, in reference to classical pruriencies, these lines are as vulgarly suggestive as ordinary Poses plastiques compared to the statues of Praxiteles, or the idealisations of the divine Titian. As to the "sea-shore and the ships," it must, yes, it must have been at Brighton where the poet "sat with Clari." Our author's love-songs are, however, about equal to one in a foolish novel we reviewed not long since, entitled Blondelle, which created some interest in London circles by its licentious impertinence. It is a poor apology for all this stuff that Mr. Smith can write a great deal better when he confines himself to sense, grammar, and good morals. WALTER (to his mistress). Thou noble soul, Teach me, if thou art nearer God than I! Lifts up a stranded boat upon the beach. I will go forth 'mong men, not mailed in scorn, And whether crowned or crownless, when I fall Had Mr. Smith written all like this, he would, it is possible, have received less sudden praise, but he would have been more of a poet. He might have remained "crownless;" but is the wreath he has won by the nonsense he has written worth the purchase of a summernoon? The length at which we have reviewed this "poet," is not so much out of compliment or blame to him, as reproach to his critics. It is difficult to determine whether he sins through youth and want of discipline, or from poverty of imagination; as one who vainly cuts himself with knives that his god may come. In either case, we may be permitted to remark, since the effect is the same, that if poetry be not precisely the felicitous utterance of common ideas, it does not consist in disguising abstruse thoughts in tortured language. This is the fault and the stumbling-block of the day. Poets fancy it difficult to say any thing new. They do not know that the wondrous power of transposition exhibited by colours, notes of music, and figures, are applicable to words and ideas. They should forget their readers 66 No one may more, and write less for effect. hope successfully to win the Muse by falling into a fit and frothing at the mouth, though he may for a time impose upon the vulgar. He who would snatch fame from the stars must not be ever on the stretch to avoid mediocrity ander Smith as others have done would only by artificial extravagance. To praise Alexbe to betray him into further imperfections. of blasphemy and bathos, and to plunge into It might urge his Pegasus to bolt over plains the dirty waters of licentiousness. Let him ponder over the fate of Icarus, who approached sun, moon, and stars too nearly, until the first melted all the wax from his wings, and he fell into the very "seas "whose beauties he fancied himself securely admiring. Poor Keats is said to have been killed by a cruel article in a venerable contemporary. We believe that had his constitution been good he would have survived the infliction. Alexander Smith incurs an opposite danger. It is enough to turn the head of any young person aspiring to be a poet. At present we are hardly prepared to say whether he be likely hereafter to become one or not. He has, it is true, occasionally given by no means ordinary evidences of power. So have others in their generation, who have been meteors rather than stars, and shone like the fireworks of a night rather than those glorious beacons streaming from past to future with a steady light. Above all, let him read books and look on men and nature. Even genius must have knowledge to work with: the kaleidoscope cannot form new images without its bits of glass and coloured beads. It is too painfully apparent, at present that our poet is illiterate illiterate in books, in nature, and in mankind. All we know Let us assure Mr. Smith that the persons most likely to attack him ere long are the very same who have so extravagantly lauded his crude Life Drama. Their doing so will be the best sign of his improvement and the earliest symptom of his corrected taste. at present is, that the rubbish part of Shelley was simple obscurity; that Byron, Campbell, Grey, Pope, Milton, Shakspeare, or Spenser, never wrote such trash as that which he has perpetrated, and which may be found heaped through his Life Drama, with but few diamonds, mostly of indifferent water, scattered here and there upon it. If Alexander Smith become a man and a poet, he may yet live to thank us. We assure him that we heartily wish him well, and shall be the first to greet, with warm admiration, what we still hope to see a better and nobler effort, worthy of a poetical mind. RECENT PROGRESS OF THE INDIAN QUESTION. I. The Administration of Justice in Southern India. By JOHN BRUCE NORTON, Esq., Barrister-at-Law. Madras: Pharoah and Co. London: Stevens and Norton. 1853. II. The Land Tax of India, according to the Mohammedan Law; translated from the Futawa Alumgeeree; with explanatory Notes, and an Introductory Essay. By NEIL B. E. BAILLIE. London: Smith, Elder, and Co. Bombay Smith, Taylor, and Co. 1853. III. The Theory and Practice of Caste; being an Inquiry into the effects of Caste on the Institutions and probable Destiny of the Anglo-Indian Empire. London: Smith, Elder, and Co. Bombay: Smith, Taylor, and Co. 1853. IV. Notes on the Affairs of India in connection with the Charter-Act Discussions, 1853. Bombay:"Times" Press. 1853. V. Baroda and Bombay; their Political Morality; a Narrative, drawn from the Papers laid before Parliament, in relation to the removal of Lieut.-Colonel Outram, C.B., from the Office of Resident at the Court of the Guicowar; with explanatory Notes, and Remarks on the Letter of L. R. Reid, Esq., to the Editor of the Daily News." By JOHN CHAPMAN. London: Chapman. 1853. 66 VI. A Memoir of the Public Services, rendered by Lieut.-Colonel Outram, C. B. London: Printed (for Private Circulation) by Smith, Elder, and Co. 1853. VII. Baroda Intrigues, and Bombay Khutput; being an Exposition of the Fallacies, erroneous Statements, and partial Quotations, recently promulgated by Mr. Lestock Robert Reid, in a "Letter to the Editor of the Daily News." By LIEUTENANTCOLONEL OUTRAM, C. B., late Resident at Baroda. London: Printed (for Private Circulation) by Smith, Elder, and Co. 1853. VIII. The Opium Trade; including a sketch of its history, extent, effects, &c., as carried on in India and China. By NATHAN ALLEN, M.D. (Second Edition). Lowell [United States]: Walker. 1853. IX. The Administration of the East-India Company; a History of Indian Progress. By JOHN WILLIAM KAYE, Author of "The History of the War in Affghanistan." London: Bentley. 1853. X. Proposal of a Plan for remodelling the Government of India. London: Smith, Elder, and Co. Bombay: Smith, Taylor, and Co. 1853. XI. A Bill, to Provide for the Government of India, ordered by the House of Commons to be printed, June 9, 1853. WITH Our April Number we brought to a close the series of papers, on the present aspect of the Indian question, which we commenced in October last. We have nothing to add to our statement of that case-nothing to rectify; and, if we now bestow a few passing words upon the subject, it is simply that we may record, for the information of our distant readers, what progress a question has made in the agitation of which we have borne an useful, a moderate, and a leading part. The appearance-almost simultaneous with our last publication-of the work which stands at the head of our list, set the seal to the evidence which we had previously laid before our readers, of the iniquitous operation of that absurd machinery which the Company had framed for the administration of justice. Mr. Norton's statements have been hitherto undisputed, as they are indisputable. They come forth on high authority, for it is a Company's servant who makes them; and we confess that we share in the curiosity, expressed by the Madras people to know whether Mr. Norton continues to act as "Company's pleader" in the Madras Sudder Adawlut. Equally to the purpose are the two next works upon our list. Mr. Neil Baillie, the author of the first, was creditably known to the learned world for his able treatises on "the Mohammedan Law of Sale," and "the Mohammedan Law of Inheritance." His present work has considerably enhanced that acquired reputation. It is in every respect "nostris temporibus accommodatum, for "the Land Tax (or Khiraj) of India" is the subject. It is a work of the highest authority, for the text is a literal compilation, from the six volumes of the "Futawa Alumgeeree," of every thing having a direct bearing on the Land Tax. If the work has been published at the expense of the East-India Company, the fact is only another proof of the luxurious heedlessness and ignorance of the Directors. A severer censure upon the stupid rapacity of those present rulers of India cannot be imagined, than this timely publication of the laws of those who reigned before the Company were strong enough to supplant them. We content ourselves with one extract from the erudite and interesting "Introductory Essay" of the learned author. It will be seen how com |