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treasure-house of the kings of France. Henry IV., the existence! The thunders of heaven had now been chronicles tell us, used it as a depository for his savings; launched; and Christendom was there offering a thanksand at his death there was found there no less a sum than giving for the triumph of Christianity over the most inthirty-six millions of francs.
veterate and the most powerful of its enemies. Such was The Bastile, such as it was before its demolition, pre- the solemnity of the scene that even the rudest Cossack sented to the eye a vast edifice, nearly in the shape of a felt its sacred influence; and not an arm was raised, not regular parallelogram. In the middle, however, two a sound heard, in the vast concourse of thirty thousand towers, which fronted the faubourg St Antoine, projected soldiers who stood in close column in the square. considerably, and were designed, by their fire, to take in
PLAINS OF VERTUS AND ST DENIS. flank a column assaulting in front any other portion of the fortress. It was further surrounded by broad and deep the stay of the allied troops in Paris, in 1815, were the
The most magnificent events which took place during ditches, crossed by ponderous drawbridges. It was the reviews of the British and Russian troops on the plains of breaking the suspending chains of one of these bridges St Denis and of Vertus respectively. Never, perhaps, which chiefly aided the populace in taking the fortress at will such a scene be witnessed again. The British musthe great revolution. The governor defended the place tered sixty thousand red-coats; and, as if by enchantment, gallantly; but the mob took advantage of a truce to burst they went through with admirable precision, under the in. Its whole garrison at the time consisted of a party of orders of the Great Duke, the whole manæuvres that had eighty-two invalids (a class of retired soldiers similar to won the battle of Salamanca. At the review of the Rusour enrolled pensioners). . Such was the redoubtable sian troops, a hundred and sixty thousand men were under troop,' says St Victor, in his historical account of Paris, arms on the field, and 540 pieces of cannon. A single
that a hundred thousand patriots had the glory to con- gun, fired from a height, was the signal for three cheers quer, and whose defeat won for them the pompous title from the troops; and the sublimity of the sound, like the of the conquerors of the Bastile !' Few persons will regret the fall of the Bastile. And yet still fewer can have ing away in the distance, was altogether overpowering
roar of the troubled ocean when near, and gradually meltaught to say against it at the time it was destroyed. It was said to be a dungeon of despots, and sometimes it Charles Stuart, now Marquis of Londonderry, after the
Well, Charles,' said the Duke of Wellington to Sir was so; but when the mob broke in, they found only a review was over, you and I never saw such a sight before, few prisoners for debt-and these they left to escape the and never shall again—the precision of the movements flames as they best might, or to perish in them.
of these troops was more like the arrangements of a THE PALAIS ROYAL.
theatre than those of such an army; but still, I think my We shall select but one incident connected with this little army would move round them in any direction while celebrated palace; an incident in the last hours of one they were effecting a single change.' whose memory will ever be associated with its name—the
ECOLE DE NATATION. Duke of Orleans, Philip Egalité. He had been con- It may not generally known in this country, that demned to death by the leaders of the revolution which swimming is an accomplishment not at all unusual among he had done so much to support; and the only favour that French ladies, and it is every day becoming more genewas granted him was that his execution should be post- rally practised. At Trouville, swimming in the sea is poned for twenty-four hours. The use he made of this practised by ladies of the highest fashion, who have always reprieve was to get prepared a sumptuous repast, on which a crowd of admirers on the beach ; but it is in Paris where he feasted with more than his usual avidity; and when this art is carried to perfection. Every lady of fashion led out to the scaffold, he gazed for some time, with a takes lessons at one or other of the numerous baths an smile on his countenance, on the Palais Royal, once the the Seine, the most celebrated of which is that of Mons. scene of his orgies. He was detained for nearly half an Marly, near the Pont des Arts. The following amusing hour in front of the building by order of Robespierre, account of a fête at this bath is translated from one of the who had in vain asked his daughter's hand in marriage, leading fashionable journals—it appeared about two years and who had promised, if he would consent, to excite a ago, but similar exhibitions, we understand, are more turmult which would save his life. But, depraved as he frequent now than then :- A fête worthy of notice took was, honourable feeling was still too strong in him to con- place last Thursday in a spot inaccessible to the male ser; sent to such a sacrifice. Time flew by-death stared him this spot is the Ecole de Natation, near the Pont des Arts, in the face—yet he gave not the expected signal. At last and is held by Mons. Marly, president of the club of Pahe was permitted to continue his journey to the scaffold; risian Naiads. Two sexes were only admitted to this and there he met his fate with stoical indifference. Ma- fête-the ladies and the blue-stockings. Imagine some terialism and infidelity had sadly debased his naturally hundreds of pretty women struggling in the liquid elenoble disposition; but it is pleasing to have to record one ment. (We must acknowledge, by the way, that these redeeming trait at the close of a life stained by so much details were furnished by a lady present). Imagine selfish passion and guilty ambition-he preferred death several hundred ladies splashing about in the water; txo to sacrificing his daughter to the tyrant.
or three rows of spectators in elegant morning costume; THE PLACE LOUIS XV.
the swimming school decorated with flags, ribbons, and The Place Louis XV., where the guillotine had once flowers. Fancy gymnastic contests, nautical steeple done its work on the monarch and queen of France, and chases, of which the prize was a bouquet; shouts of where a thousand heads had rolled on the scaffold, wit- laughter, cries of joy; the prettiest wagers imaginable ; ; nessed, on the 31st of March 1814, the immense host of the most charming awkwardness; and you will have bat the allied army defile through its square amid shouts of a feeble idea of this grand aquatic tournament. After welcome from assembled Paris. But a sight more noble the race for the bouquet, another still more amusing still was witnessed there on the 10th of April—Easter scene completed the feminine fun. A number of life day. On that day a great altar was erected within its ducks were thrown into the water, and chased by a thouprecincts; and the allied sovereigns, with all their generals, sand shining and dimpled arms, amid the shouts of returned there thanksgivings to the God of battles for the laughter of our naiads. "The Seine was never before Fitsuccess which had attended their arms. The marshals of
ness to so much gaiety. By way of finish to the fun, France, too, were present : and the glittering assembly, Mons. Marly, the proprietor, was inundated with compliþareheaded, joined in the solemn ceremony, and on their ments and handfuls of water ; his eyes were wet sith knees, around the altar, kissed the sacred emblem the tears, and all the rest of him with splashes.' "God!' said Monort, in the church of St Roch,
THE FONTAINE-MOLIERE. during the fervour of the revolution, if you exist, avenge This fountain, which serves also as a monument to the your injured name: I bid you defiance : you dare not prince of French dramatists, Molière, was only completed launch your thunders: who will after this believe in your l in the spring of the present year. It stands at the corner
of the Rue de Richelieu and the Rue Traversière-im- floating at his peak. His lovely craft was in perfect conimediately opposite to the house in which Molière died. mand, and having drawn a little before our lee beam, he The edifice is of a noble simplicity; and at once discloses immediately hailed. its double purpose of monument and fountain. Two ‘Ship, ahoy!' marble figures, one representing the lyrical drama, • Hallo!' responded Macsawney. and the other legitimate comedy, stand out on each side • What ship's that?' of the pedestal, which is crowned by a bronze statue of · The Saucy Sally. What brig's that p' Molière. It represents him sitting, and in the attitude • The Vomito Pietro,' was the answer.
" Where are of meditation ; and the modeller has successfully deli- you
from?' neated that expression on the face of the great dramatist • The Cape of Good Hope.' which made Boileau style him · Le Contemplateur.' On • Heave to-heave to! "I have intelligence to commuanother part of the monument, a genius is seen crowning nicate.' the name of Molière. On the front of the house in the * Ay, ay,' sang out Mac. "Cheerily, my lads; round in Rue de Richelieu, No. 34, just under the second story, the weather main and topsail braces. Foretop, there ! has been placed a handsome frame of white marble, upon down top-gallant stun'sail ; in with Big Ben ; clap on the which the following words are painted in gold letters upon topmast stun’sail downballo! That's it-with a will, a black ground :- Molière died in this house, on 17th men. So—0! Man royal and skysail clue-lines !' February, 1673, aged 51 years.' Over this inscription In a surprisingly short space the Saucy Sally was reappears the date of 1841, surrounded by a wreath of duced to top and top-gallant sails, jib and spanker, the laurel. The inauguration of the monument was celebrated fore and main course banging in the brails. The Vomito on 15th January last, with the utmost display. The civic Pietro was still under sail
, although, while our ship authorities were present, and deputations from all the was obeying her injunctions, she had bauled up so sharp in dramatic societies; a battalion of the National Guard, the wind as not only to deaden her way, but to drop a with its band playing, led the procession; and M. Aragó short distance astern. Perceiving our maintopsail to the was one of those who delivered addresses on the occasion. mast, he once more ranged within hailing distance. It is a fitting monument to the gentle spirit of Molière ; *Ship, ahoy! Send a boat aboard of me, d'ye hear?' and the bright, ceaseless, gushing stream, forms no un- Brig, ahoy !' shouted Mac. No boat of mine leaves meet emblem of the clear, brilliant flow of thought and this ship. If you have anything to communicate, send verse of him beneath whose feet it plays.
your own boat,
'Send your boat this instant, sir, or I'll fire into you.'
'Blaze away,' sang out the imperturbable Scotsman. THE PIRATE.
• Down on the deck, lads; you shall pepper him by and By the time that the several dispositions ordered by by.' the captain had been made, the stranger, a beautiful brig, A pause ensued; the vessels gradually separated; the had approached within long gunshot. We officers and Vomito Pietro hove to some sixty yards forward of the passengers) were congregated upon the poop-deck, in an- Sally's lee beam, and, without further ceremony, exticipation of momentarily receiving an iron summons to changed the Spanish ensign for the skull and marrow-bones. round to. This, however, did not appear to be part of the At this moment both vessels had nearly lost stecrage way, unknown's policy; and whilst he was fast drawing a-head, the wind having fallen dead calm. Macsawney, who carried on the duties of the ship as if she “We must be guided by circumstances,' said the Capfloated unquestioned mistress of the blue expanse, order- tain, addressing us; but in no case must we allow them ed eight bells (having taken the sun) to be struck, and to obtain a footing upon our decks. Better go to the bottom invited his passengers to partake their customary meri- like men, than be fung into it like dogs. He will no dian. They were in the act of descending, when Bosy re- doubt seek to board, under cover of his long guns. Let ported that the brig, having given a broad yaw to leeward, him try ; but do not, I implore you, throw away a shot showed Spanish colours at her peak. These were scarcely until each of you is sure of his man; every one they lose set ere they were dipped—an indication that it was their adds to our chance of escape.'. wish to speak to us. The atrocities which have degraded The captain was right in his conjecture; for scarcely Spain's once imperial banner, coupled with the rakish had he ceased speaking ere the Vomito, apparently satisloom of the stranger, and our proximity to the Cape de fied with reconnoitring, launched both her quarter-boats Verde Islands, the favourite resort of the lawless, caused full of men. No sooner had they touched the water than us to survey him with a curiosity in which apprehension they sent forth a wild yell, to which, as a fitting accomwas not slightly mingled. Our doubts and fears were in paniment, the roar of their long eighteen opened its deadly course of speedy solution, for the self-styled Spaniard had throat, happily without any material injury resulting. now lessened his distance to a couple of hundred yards. Emboldened by the non-return of fire, the boats, after a A more exquisite hull it was impossible to look upon- brief conference under the Vomito's stern, commenced long, low, and of exceeding beam-the bow round as an pulling, making somewhat of a sweep, apparently with apple, with a cutwater sharp as a wedge, from which pro- the design of assailing the Saucy Sally on either quarter. jected a female figurehead of the most graceful propor- • Divide yourselves,' continued the watchful and indetions. Every line was symmetry itself-her bottom fatigable Mac; ‘but, above all, be cool-be steady. Ah!' beautifully moulded, her copper bright as burnished gold, he exclaimed, rubbing his hands with great delight, “it and her run clean and fine as the heels of a racer; in short, would be a noble chance. I'll try it, by George ; at the the very model of what an English nobleman's yacht should worst, it can but fail. Look alive, a hand or two; ease be. The capacity might amount to some 300 tons. The off the weather and haul in the lee main braces; there's beauty of the hull was fully equalled by the gear aloft, a cat's-paw aloft; the ship already feels it, and there will which was taunt, tapering, and well set up; the lower- be more ere long. Jump aft, O'Donoghue; take the mast was clean scraped and bright varnished, with long wheel ; run the pirate alongside; and, d’ye mind me, let heads painted white. He carried courses, topsails, with a every mother's son of ye, as he wishes to see kith and slab reef to make them stand better, top-gallant-sails, fore- kin again, pay the strictest attention to my commands.' top-mast stay-sail, jih-boom mainsail, a thundering ring- Circumstances had indeed altered the Scotchman's plans. tail, foretop-mast and foretop-gallant studding sails; At the very moment he was endeavouring to give a warm his royal yards were sent down, and his flying jib-boom reception to the five-and-twenty or thirty wretches, armed housed. All his yards were remarkably square, his can- to the teeth, fast approaching in the pirate's cutters--at vass well cut, and it was impossible to surpass the light that very moment, a light air swelled the Saucy Sally's airy tracery of his taper masts, with all their mazy lines sails. Like other tropical flaws, this air was extremely of superincumbent cordage. As we approximated we gave partial, and did not yet extend to the Vomito, which lay our meteor flag to the breeze-his Spanish ensign still l å motionless log on the water. Freshening in its course,
BY WILLIAM WOLDSWORTII
at length it struck the guilty brig, but too late to save her
MONEY. from the grapple of the Saucy Sally, who was already He who expends it properly is its master; he wholars speeding under its full influence. Two minutes sufficed it up, its keeper; he who loves it, a fool; he who fears to lay her alongside, but few more to pour her resistless it, a slave ; and he who adores it, an idolater. crew upon the corsair's decks; and, whilst the main body battled the astonished russians, one or two secured the
WE ARE SEVEN. helm, and got" the brig before the wind-Saucy Sally bearing her faithful company, her passenger-riflemen picking off the banditti with surprising accuracy. Discom
I met a little cottage girl, fited on every hand, the survivors hurried below, leaving
She was eight years old, she said ;
Her hair was thick with many & curl their trophy in the Sally's power. The boats, meanwhile,
That cluster'd round her head. foiled almost in the moment of possession, rowed with
She had a rustic, woodland air, all the energy of despair; but the breeze had once more
And she was wildly clad ; set in strong and steady, and both the Saucy Sally and
Iler face was fair, yea, very fair
Her beauty mado me glaul. the Vomito were dropping them fast. Their maniac yells rent the air—the water flashed under the fury of their
'Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be ?' strokes, and the boats were urged onwards with a strength
“How many ? seven in all,' she said, almost superhuman. At the moment when hope must
And wondering look'd at me. have been all but dead within them, the Vomito suddenly
. And where are they, I pray you tell ?' hove up in the wind's eye. Could it bc ? Had the mer
She answer'd, “Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell, chantman failed, and were their comrades victors? They
And two are gone to sea; paused upon their oars, joining company, as if to ponder the course proper to be pursued. Brief was the space per
Tiro of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother; mitted for consideration. A plash, a stunning report,
Anl in the churchyard cottage I and an iron shower, sped its fatal flight, dashing their
Dwell near them with my mother.' splintered oars from their nerveless grasp-scattering,
'You say that two at Conway dwell, with one crash, the dying and the dead, with the shatter
Anil two are gone to sei, ed skiffs that bore them, in ruined fragments upon the
Yet yon are seven; I pray you tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be ? devouring deep! One instant, and the welkin rang with
Then did the little maid reply, the howl of despairing fiends; another, and nought was
Seven boys and girls are we : heard save the faint and passing struggle of mortal agony.
Two of us in the churchyard lie, Fearful but just retribution! Their own trusted weapons
Beneath the churchyard tree.' had been turned upon themselves; and O'Donoghue, by
You run about, my little maid,
Your limbs they are alive; the mouth of their boasted Long Tom, had sped them to
If two are in the churchyard laid, their account. - Manx Liberal.
Then ye are only five.
• Their graves are green, they may be seen,' TASTES OF POETS.
The little maid replied,
'Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, All pocts are lovers of nature ; the perception and ad
And they are side by side. miration of beauty in nature and art, are the faculties
My stockings there I often knit, which constitute the very soul of poetry. The finest
My 'kerchief there I em ; passages in Byron are laid on this altar.' The sweetest
And there upon the ground í sit
I sit and sing to them. images in the Paradise Lost' are the descriptions of its
And often after sunset, sir, garden. The poet of the “Seasons' dedicated to Nature
When it is light and fair, the lays of which her beauty and grandeur were the in
I tnke my little porringer spirers. But of all our poets, Wordsworth has devoted
And cat my supper there. himself most constantly to her service. He is the poct
The first that died was little Jane : of Nature in her simple attire, and an unfailing wor
In bed she morning Iny,
Till God relieved her of her pain, shipper at her shrine. Others have traced her in her
And then she went away. grander features, he in her more minute; it is bis pen
So in the churchyard she was laid, that has given a value and interest to little objects and
And, all the summer dry, occurrences, otherwise unmarked and unregarded. His
Togetier round lier grave we play'd, verse lives in the song of the robin, in the first feelings
My brother John and I. of spring, and in the little narrow path in the woods.
And when the ground was white with snor,
And I could run and slille, Wc read his name in the light of the glow-worm; the
My brother Jolin wes forced to go, early snowdrop and the waving branch of the lovely wild
Anil le lies by her side.' rose remind us of his rapture.
How irony are yon tlen,' said I,
If they tiro nre in heaven?'
The little raiden did reply,
0, master! we are seven.' listened to much as we might listen to an ambassador
Bit they are dead--those two are dead, from a distant country, who, while carnestly lischarging
Their spirits are in heaven.'
Tathruning worls way; for still the special duties of his office, and while urging at large
The little muil would have her will, the political and commercial interests of his sovereign,
and said, Nay, we are seven.' might make many allusions and employ many phrases, which, when collected and attentively considered, would
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simply remembering. This occasional difficulty of deterPOETICAL RESEMBLANCES. mining what is one's own and what is not, doubtless forms
the explanation of those cases in which one writer protests
against conscious borrowing from another, but yet cannot SECOND ARTICLE.
deny that he has perused the work on which the charge Since our first paper on this subject appeared, we have is founded. Byron was thus placed when a similarity perused a kindred article by the elder D’Israeli in his between a passage of Coleridge's Christabel' and an Curiosities of Literature,' in which we were exceedingly illustration he used in the third canto of Childe Harold' pleased to find that that most excellent judge in literary was pointed out. matters had been actuated by a spirit in dealing with
In the following extracts, we shall first present a few the poetical resemblances which fell under his notice of the more striking examples which have fallen under similar to that with which we wrote respecting them. our notice of marked improvements on what was probably Studied imitation, there may be, he admits, but as the original model of the thought given expression to. suredly similarity is not always imitation. It is added, of examples of improvements on ideas and expressions *This kind of literary amusement is not despicable. probably borrowed, we have many in The Curiosities of There are few men of letters who have not been in the Literature, but shall not quote from a work so well babit of marking parallel passages, or tracing imitation, known more than the following fine instance :in the thousand shapes it assumes; it forms, it cultivates, “Howell has prefixed to his letters a tedious poem, it delights taste, to observe by what desterity and varia- written in the taste of the times, and he there says of tion genius conceals or modifies an original thought or letters that they are image, and to view the same sentiment or expression
The heralds and sweet harbingers that move borrowed with art or heightened by cmbellishment.'
From east to west, on embassies of love ; Moore also, in bis Life of Lord Byron, while pointing out
They can the tropic cut, and cross the line. an unimportant resemblance in that poet's works, remarks It is probable that Pope had noted this thought, for the of coincidences that they are no doubt 'worth observing, following lines seem a beautiful heightening of the idea :
Heaven first tanght letters for some wretch's aid, and the task of 'tracking' thus a favourite writer 'in the
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. snow (as Dryden expresses it) of others,' is sometimes Then he adds, they not unamusing; but to those who found on such resem
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, blances a general charge of plagiarism we may apply what And wast a sigh from Indus to the Pole.' Sir Walter Scott says in that most agreeable work, his Whether Pope here knowingly borrowed the idea, and Lives of the Novelists—' It is a favourite theme of labori- wrought it up into his own admirable form of expression, ous dullness to trace such coincidences, because they appear we have no means of ascertaining, but there are few who to reduce genius of the highest order to the usual standard will not say it has gained in his version. A similar of humanity, and of course to bring the author nearer to example of this re-setting of an intellectual gem occurs a level with his critics."
to us. A Turkish proverb says—'Where the horse of a We formerly remarked, that the poet, equally with Kurd has struck the soil, the grass ceases to grow. This the painter and sculptor, must devote bimself to the saying has been thus finely versified by Byron in 'Mastudy of the best models in his chosen walk, and that it zeppa,' was consequently not unlikely, in the course of his labours,
For where the Spali's hoof hath trod, that he might unconsciously borrow some of the graces he
The verdure fiies the bloody sod.' was endeavouring to rival. In the case of language, more in the article in Fraser's Magazine entitled “The Plagithan in the embodiment of an idea by painting or sculp- arisms of Thomas Moore,' from which we formerly made ture, does this appear likely to happen. Speech is so / a few quotations, are many good instances of this embelmuch a matter of mere imitation, and the synonymes of lishment of what may have been occasionally borrowed our tongue so few, that in giving expression to an idea a ideas. We shall select two examples, interesting from somewhat similar collocation of words will necessarily the new beauties of thought and language introduced by occur with most men. Let it be noted, also, that poets Moore :are not always the inventors of new phraseologs, but gene- “Sir William Jones, in his preface to the Persian Gramrally use expressions already sanctioned by good writers, mar, says of perfection that it seems to withdraw itself and it will not appear odd that the poet at his desk should from the pursuit of mortals in proportion to their endeaoften be at a loss to know whether he is inventing or only Ivours of attaining it, like the talisman in the Arabian
Tales, which a bird carried from tree to tree, as often as
" True expression, like the unchanging sun,
Clears and improves white'er it shines uponits pursuer approached.”'
It gilds all oljects, but it alters none.' Observe the style in which the Irish melodist throws Heber, in one of his majestic lyrics, applies the same into verse this eastern allusion :
simile to the sacred rolume-
"A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun;
It gives a light to every age-
It gives, but borrow's none.'
In Pollok's 'Course of Time' one of the most beactiful
of the many fine episodes is that of a damsel found kneelIn the following examples, one is at a loss to say which ing in prayer by ber soldier-lover at their old trystingpoet has stated the thought most beautifully :
place. The warrior had that instant returned home, ani • Nor did I wonder at the lilies white,
his first visit was to the hallowed spot. This incident has Nor praise the deep vermilion of the rose;
been either borrowed or invented by the late John WilThey were but sweet sweet figures of the light Drawn after thee, thou pattern of all those.'-SHAKSPEARE.
son, the conductor of the Border Tales, in a poein called
“ The Enthusiast,' where it will be found very spirited; "If any ask y roses please the sight? Decause their leaves upon thy cheek do glow.
related. If any ask why lilies are so white ? Because their blossoms in thy ruind do blow.'---G. FLETCHER.
A passage from Dyer's "Grongar Hill' has been pointed . Why dlocs azure deck the sky ?
out as the original of the beautiful opening lines of Camp. "Tis to be like thine eyes of blue.
bell's . Pleasures of Hope;' but the resemblabce is 3 Why is red the rose's dve? Becanse it is thy blushes' hue.
so close as in the following example from the latter poem. All that's fair, by love's decree,
contrasted with the lines which follow from Roscoe's Has been made resembling thee,'-MOORE.
Hymns. We find the subjoined anecdote in a manuscript note
Lo! at the couch where infant beanty sleepa, book, but are unable to say whence it is taken :--'Sperone
Her silent watch the mournsul roother keeps.' Speroni, when Francis Maria II. Duke of Rovere pro
* As at the infant's midnight bed,
With bosond breath ani stealthy treed, posed the question, which was preferable—the republic or
Her silent watch the mother keeps.'-Roscoe. the principality, the perfect and the not durable, or the
The two following couplets, the first from The Plealess perfect and not so liable to change-replied, 'that
sures of Hope,' and the second from Falconer's + Shipour happiness is to be measured by its quality, not by its duration, and that he preferred to live for one day like a
wreck,' will be found nearly alike in sentiment:man, than for a hundred years like a brute, a stock, or a
• The prand, the cold untroubled heart of stone,
That never mused on sorrows but its own.' stone." This same sentiment has been thus finely con
"The heart that bleeds with sorrows all its own, densed by Addison in his 'Cato':
Forgeis the pangs of friendship to bemoan,' • A day, an hour of virtuons liberty,
In the two next couplets, from Pope and Gray respeiIs worth a whole eternity of bondage.'
tively, the form of expression of a similar sentiment is In language still more glowing and eloquent has Heber finely variedembodied the same idea :
* And swam to empire tlırough the purple flocd.'
* Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne.'
Akin to the above may be placed these lines, from di-
ferent poems of Byron :The Marquis Wellesley said of Napoleon, when in his Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's urealh preri.l' highest pitch of pride, 'that he must plunge into dread- • Far as the breeze can bear, the illowa foarn.' ful difficulties. He is one of an order of minds that by
The difficulty of remembering the precise origin of an nature make for themselves great reverses.' Byron idea-in truth, the position of not knowing whether one causes the Doge Klarino Faliero to use nearly the same is inventing, repeating himself, or borrowing from a words,
other, is shown by the subjoined lines. We are convinced • There was that in my spirit erer
that were the works of this and other poets who compused Which shaped out for itself some great reverse.'
rapidly, carefully looked over, many more examples of Gray has a well-known line,
the same kind would be found. 'Dear as the ruddy drops that warm his heart,"
'Art, glory, freedom, fail, but Nature still is fair. -Childe Hara! which seems to have borrowed its beauty from the address
'States fail, arts fade, but Nature doth not die.'—Childe Haroki. of Crutus to his wife in Shakspeare's 'Julius Caesar :'
• With longues all loudacs3, and with eyes all mirth. ---Lard. You are my true and honournile vise, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
* With breath all odour, and with cheek all bloom.'-Chin Har!? That visit my sad leart.'
A number of other examples, in illustration of this subCampbell's line
ject, are still lying before us, but we shall not run ile Lights of the world and demigods of fame,'
risk of wearying the patience of the reader by farther Coa
tinuing the theme. We may be allowed to hope, in conis almost identical with one of Cowper's in the • Table clusion, that something has been done to dissipate the Talk,
notion that all poetical similarity is necessarily plagiar'Lights of the world and stars of human race.'
ism; and that these extracts have been handled in : In Pope's 'Essay on Criticism' the following simile i proper spirit, and with becoming reverence for the great
masters of the lyre.