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ly is never associated with the idea of ent torpor and death, and suddenly a nest, or “ the leafy month of June.” winging its flight through the air, as
The author of Mandeville has com- dorned with life and beauty, its relamitted a somewhat similar mistake in tion to the chrysalis or nymph, has regard to another of the feathered been deemed analagous to that between tribe.
the soul and the body of man. The “ It was a small part of the edifice only order of things has, however, been that was inhabited in my time. Several completely reversed in the mind of a magnificent galleries, and a number of spa, modern poet, as evinced in the followcious apartments, were wholly neglected,
and ing passage ; suffered to remain in a wofül state of dilapidation. Indeed it was one wing only that called forth to wander o'er the dewy vales,
“ Thus the gay moth by sun and vernal gales was now tenanted, and that imperfectly; the From flower to flower, from sweet to sweet centre and the other wing had long been resigned to the owls and the bitterns."
vol. i. p. 48.
Till, tir'd and satiate with her food and play,
Deep in the shades she builds her peaceful The last-mentioned bird is one
nest, which, more than most others, avoids In lov'd seclusion pleas'd at length to rest : the dwellings of the human race, and There folds the wings that erst so widely bore; usually chooses, for the purposes of ni- Becomes a household nymph, and seeks to dification, some lonely spot in the vici range no more." nity of fens or marshes.
From which it would appear that the In the works of Gesner there is an chrysalis is derived from the moth, and engraving of a whale, in which the not the moth from the chrysalis. lines are so strongly marked, and dis I conceive Southey to be the most posed in such a manner, that the ani- correct, as well as the most skilful of mal appears as if covered with large all the living poets, in adapting the scales. There is also a vessel near it, facts of Natural History to the uses with an inscription, expressing that the of Poetry. According, however, to whale is often mistaken for an island, those skilful and intelligent entomoloand that seamen frequently incur great gists, Messrs Kirby and Spence, in danger by attempting to cast anchor
some of the most picturesque descripby its side. Shaw is of opinion that tions in Madoc, he confounds the fireMilton was conversant with the writ- fly of St Domingo (Elater noctilucus) ings of Gesner, whose work was then with a quite different insect, the lantthe great depositary of natural know- ern-fly (Fulgora laternaria) of Madam ledge, and that this plate suggested to
Merian. him the expression of “ scaly rind” in
“ She beckoned, and descended, and drew out
From underneath her vest, a cage, or net the following sublime passage, which has been censured by some hypercritics. Which knit it, where, confined, two fire-flies
It rather might be called, so fine the twigs, « That sea beast
gave Leviathan, which God, of all his works, Their lustre. By that light did Madoc first Created hugest that swim the ocean stream. Behold the features of his lovely guide." Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The same insect is again alluded to The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff, in the following beautiful passage : Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell,
Sorrowing we beheld With fixed anchor in his scaly rind
The night come on; but soon did night disMoors by his side under the lee, while night play Invests the sea, and wished morn delays.' More wonders than it veiled ; innumerous The term is no doubt inaccurate
tribes when applied to the whale tribe, to
From the wood-cover swarmed, and darkwhich the Leviathan of the Scriptures Their beauties visible; one while they stream
ness made is generally referred. Some authors
ed have been of opinion that the crocodile is mentioned under that name, and in
A bright blue radiance upon flowers that
closed a paper in one of your late Numbers, Their gorgeous colours from the eye of day ; the great sea-snake is considered as the Now motionless and dark, eluded search animal probably alluded to.
Self-shrouded ; and anon, starring the sky, The butterfly has always been con Rose like a shower of fire." sidered as an emblem of immortality. From the days of Solomon until the Deriving its existence from a compara- middle of last century, it was generaltively shapeless body, in which, had it ly affirmed, that the ant prepared long been confined in a state of appar- her bread in the summer, and gather
THE COMPLAINT OF CERES.
ed her food in the harvest.” Whate examples which might be adduced of ever may be the case in regard to the the general negligence of poets, in respecies of more southern climes, it ap- gard to a subject which, if properly pears to have been very generally ad- attended to, might be rendered one of mitted by every naturalist, from Gould the most beautiful auxiliaries of their to Huber and Latreille, that the Eu- art. ropean species of ants are torpid during winter, and consequently do not require a supply of food. The pupa, or intermediate state of these insects, bears a considerable resemblance to a
(From the German of Schiller.) grain of corn, and, as the future population of the colony depends in a
MR EDITOR, great measure upon the welfare of such I send you the following translation as exist in that state, they are particu- of one of the smaller poems of Schiller, larly careful in removing them from which do not seem as yet to be so gedanger, and in exposing them occasion- nerally known in this country as they ally to such a degree of heat as may deserve to be. It is remarked by Matend to hasten their extrusion. It is dame de Stael, that one of the distina probable that these circumstances alone guishing excellences of the German have occasioned the general idea of writers, is the facility with which they their provident habits; so that the identify their own feelings with those many poetical descriptions and sage of the age and character which they reflections which have arisen from the delineate. I know none of these writimpression of their being
ers to whom this applies with greater “ Studious, ere stormy winter frowns, to lay truth than to Schiller. His feeling, Safe in their cells the treasured prey,' too, is under the control of a purer have originated in misconception. Every one must have observed, in genius of his country; and we are
taste than belongs in general to the the stillness of a fine summer evening, never offended in his works with that the choral dances of water-flies, for the most part above the stream which gave
extravagance and affectation on which them birth. What a beautiful picture sentence of excommunication against
some of our critics would pronounce has been drawn by Wordsworth of the whole body of German literature. that simple image. “ Norwanting here to entertain the thought, then mythology would make but a
The woes of a personage of the heaCreatures that in communities exist, Less, as might seem, for general guardian. sorry appearance in most hands; but ship,
in this author there is an unrivalled Or thro' dependance upon mutual aid, power of blending the classic images Than by participation of delight,
of antiquity with that depth of passion And a strict love of fellowship combined. and sentiment which we consider to What other spirit can it be that prompts belong more peculiarly to the moderns. The gilded summer flies to mix and weave
I think this remark will be found to Their sports together in the solar beam, Or in the gloom of twilight hum their joy?" not, let the want be imputed to the
be verified in the following piece. If Dr Darwin, notwithstanding the weakness of the translation, and not to frequency of his learned references, has been guilty of many,
deficiency in the original. inaccuracies
any in his poetry. 'Of these, the following Now the kindly Spring appears, may be taken as an instance:
The earth exults in youth again“ So sleeps in silence the curculio, shut Each sunny hill his green slope rears, In the dark chamber of the cavern'd nut;
And bursts each stream its icy chain ; Erodes with ivory beak the vaulted shell,
See Jove looks down, and smiles serene And quits on filmy wings its narrow cell.”
O’er its blue and glassy bosom ; Now, although the larva of the cur Mild the Zephyr waves his wing, culio “ dwells in the hollow nut," the And spreads to air the op'ning blossom. perfect insect is never found there, but In each grove new songs I hearundergoes its final transformation un Hark! the mountain-nymph replies-der ground.*
“ Thy flowers return to glad the year The preceding are a few of the many
But not thy child to glad thine eyes.”
Aye me! I've wandered long and far, See the Introduction to Entomology by And sought through earth each (listant Kirby and Spence, Vol. ii. p. 416,
O Sol, thine all-revealing star
Some cov’nant of mysterious kind I've called in vain her steps to trace.
'Twixt those who are, and who are not ? No friendly ray of thine hath told
Are they all fled ?--they are not gone Where roams my Child; the searching day No! thou art not for ever reft; Which pours its light on all below;
A tie there is,-- and 'tis but oneHath beamed not on her wand'ring way. The Gods in pity yet have left. Hast thou, O Jove, this evil wrought ?
When Winter comes to chill the year, Or thou, fell Monarch of the dead
To bid the blooms of Spring decay, Smit by her charms—to thy dark floods,
And lays the shiv'ring forests bare, Hast thou my hapless Child conveyed ?
And sweeps their leafy pomp away ; Who will my cheerless message take
Then from Vertumnus' flowing horn Down to that cold and gloomy shore ?
The rich and precious gift I take The boat flits ever o'er the lake,
That teems with life,
the golden corn, Yet wafts but airy shadows o'er.
An off"ring to the shades to make. These fields are shut from mortal view, Mourning, I sink it in the furrow,
Wrapped upin midnight's deepest shroud; It lies upon my Daughter's breast, Since Styx his mournful current drew,
Thus shall my mingled love and sorrow No living form e'er crossed his flood. Be in this mystic form expressed. A thousand ways to death lead down,
Anon the hours in circling train But none lead back to light again ;
Lead in the renovating Spring; Her tears below in silence flow,
Then that which died shall wake again, And I unweeting here remain.
-New life the vernal suns shall bring ; E'en those whose race from Pyrrha came,
The seed to all that seemed as dead, -The death-doomed daughters of the Lifts to the light its joyful head,
When pent within the earth's cold bosom, earthDare follow through the funeral flame
And thousand colours paint its blossom.
The stem ascends to upper sky,
While deep in earth its fibres twine ; May not touch the gloomy strand ;
To nurse the plant, thus Heav'n on high, Powers of Fate ! must heavenly spirits
And earth below their powers combine. 'Scape alone your mighty hand! Half in the world of living light, Plunge me from these realms of light
Half in the realms of darkness hid ; Down to Ruin's deep abyss !
To me they're messengers of hope,Spare not aught my heav'n-born right Sweet voices warbled from the dead. Ah ! comes a mother's woe to this ! Tho' Fate have doomed it, and tho' Hell
Have bound her with its hundred streams, Where with her gloomy spouse she sits,
She may be blessed :- these blossoms tell In joyless state, I hie me down,
In voice soft mingling with my dreams,And mingle with the ghosts that flit “ That e'en though far from day's bright In phantom pomp around her throne.
beams, Her straining eye is dim with tears,
Where only shapes of sorrow roam,And seeks in vain the golden light,
There yet are breasts where kindness streams, It wanders to the distant spheres,
And hearts where love can hold his home." But cannot meet her mother's sight; And will not, till our joys shall leap Ye flowers that o'er the meadow blow;
From heart to heart, with bosoms joined ; To you my blessing here is given, Till the stern Orcus melt, and weep May your full chalice ever flow With tears of sympathetic kind.
With purest nectared dew of heaven.
I'll dip you in the streams of light ; Idle wish, and hopeless moan !
With colours from the rainbow borne, See in one unvarying track
I'll paint your blooms with hues as bright The steady oar of day rolls on
As glitter on the brow of morn. And shall the will of Jove go back ? Thus shall each kindly bosom read No! fixed it stands ;-from every woe in you my mingled joy and pain,
He turns his haughty eyes away ; When Autumn's sickly garlands fade, If once thou'st trod the realms below,
When Spring recalls their bloom again. Fare thee well, my Child, for aye !
Y. Till Aurora's beams shall glow
O'er these darkling streams--farewell Till Hope shall stretch her radiant bow
Across the gloomy depths of Hell.
From the Italian of Guidi.
There lives thy Mother's image still ? Upon the air her golden tresses streaming, Are there no ties by love entwined
And with celestial eyes of azure beamins, "Twixt Child and Mother? Is there not Entered whilere my gate.
Like a Barbarie Queen
And I on the seven hills to sway On the Euphrates shore,
That Senate House of King's conven'd, In purple and fine linen was she pall'a, On me their guide and stay Nor flower nor laurel green,
Ever the Roman counsels leaned
In dangers lofty way.
And not Marcellus' fiercer battle tone; Of beauty and of haughtiness,
And I on the Tarpeian did deliver Sparkled a flattery sweet and condescending; Afric a captive, and through me Nile Row'd And from her inmost bosom sent,
Under the laws of the great Latin river, Came accents of most wonderous gentleness, And of his bow and quiver Officious and intent
The Parthian reard a trophy high and To thrall my soul in soft imprisonment.
broad : And, “ place (she said) thy hand within The Dacian's fierce inroad
Against the gates of iron broke, And all around thou'lt see
Taurus and Caucasus endured my yoke : Delightful chances fair
Then my vassal and my slave On golden feet come dancing unto thee. Did every native land of every wind beMe Jove's daughter shalt thou own
come, That with my sister fate
And when I had o'ercome Sits by his side in state
All earth beneath my feet, I gave On the eternal throne.
The vanquish'd world in one great gift to Great Neptune to my will the ocean gives,
Rome. In vain in well appointed strength secure, know that in thine high imagination, The Indian and the Britain strives
Other daughters of Great Jove The assaulting billows to endure;
Have taken their Imperial station, Unless their flying sails I guide
And queen-like thy subinissive passions Where over the smooth tide On my sweet spirit's wings I ride.
From them thou hop'st a high and god-like I banish to their bound
fate, The storms of dismal sound,
From them thy haughty verse presages And o'er them take my stand with foot se An everlasting sway o'er distant ages
And with their glorious rages
Thy mind intoxicate
Thou liv'st, with want within, and raiment
Gentle regard ; I, I alone The Indians empire ; by Orontes set To new and lofty venture call thee out ; The royal tiar the Assyrian wore ;
Then follow, thus besought, Hung jewels on the brow of Babylon, Waste not thy soul in thought; By Tigris wreath'd the Persian's coronet, Brooks nor sloth nor lingering And at the Macedonian's foot bow'd every The great moment on the wing. throne.
" A blissful lady and immortal, born It was my lavish gift,
From the eternal mind of Deity,
(I answer'd, bold and free),
And steeps it in the light of her rich morn,
Than the kingdoms thou canst lavish, My royal spirits oft
Gifts thou canst nor give nor ravish : Their solemn mystic round
And though my spirit may not comprehend On Rome's great birth-day wound :
Thy chances bright and fair, And I the haughty Eagles sprung aloft Yet neither doth her sight offend Unto the Star of Mars upborne,
The aspect pale of miserable care : Till, poising on their plumy sails,
Horror to her is not They ’gan their native vales
Of this coarse raiment, and this humble cot; And Sabine palms to scorn :
She with the golden muses doth abide,
And oh! the darling children of thy pride Of my revenge a slighter sign ;
Yet will I make its fearful sound
Till seem the gentle pipings low,
Then sprung she on her flight, Its locks of bloody red,
Furious, and at her call, She burst in wrathful menace then:
Upon my cottage did the storms alight, " Me fears the Dacian, me the band
Did hurricanes and thunders fall.
But I, with brow serene,
And lightning flashing pale, of their encircling spears
Devour the promise green
Of my poor native vale.
Morning-Scenes in the Dressing-room
SCENE II. And bar'd them to the pitiless element. Well I remember when his armed grasp Hair-dressers-Salves-Hair-painting From Afric stretch'd, rash Xerxes took his
-Mirrors-Hair-pins. stand Upon the formidable bridge to clasp And manacle sad Europe's trembling hand: BEAUMARCHAIS, that witty merchant, In the great day of battle there was I, that incomparable painter of manners, Busy with myriads of the Persian slaughter. whose memory is kept fresh among The Salaminian sea's fair face to dye, our fair readers by the Figaro and the That yet admires its dark and bloody water; Tarare, found a little silk cloak one Full vengeance wreak'd I for the affront
night, in the Pantheon at Vauxhall, Done Neptune at the fetter'd Hellespont.
and had the skill to extract from it To the Nile then did I go, The fatal collar wound,
alone the age, the height, the comThe fair neck of the Egyptian Queen around; plexion, nay, more wonderful still, the And I the merciless poison made to flow
inclinations and propensities of its Into her breast of snow.
beautiful owner-her true and her Ere that within the mined cave,
false nature her life and her love. I forc'd dark Afric's valour stoop
It must be allowed, that Beaumarchais Confounded, and its dauntless spirit droop, deserves more credit for this than the When to the Carthaginian brave, With mine own hand, the hemlock draught which enabled them, from the colossal
English themselves do for the science And Rome through me the ravenous flame hand they picked up in Egypt, to asIn the heart of her great rival, Carthage, cast, certain, that the statue to which it That went through Lybia wandering, a
had belonged must have been precisescorn'd shade,
ly one hundred and twenty feet tall. Till, sunk to equal shame,
Would that we could light upon some Her mighty enemy at last
fragment of the head-dress, some knot A shape of mockery was made ; Then miserably pleas'd,
or pin that had belonged to our SaHer fierce and ancient vengeance she appeas'd, that kind would, I am sure, enable
bina! A single fortunate discovery of And even drew a sigh Over the ruins vast
my fair and intelligent readers to unOf the deep-hated Latin majesty.
derstand, without the smallest diffiI will not call to mind the horrid sword culty, every part of the dressing-scene Upon the Memphian shore,
which follows. How active and alert Steep'd treasonously in great Pompey's gore; would be their fancy, could they but Nor that for rigid Cato's death abhorr'd ; have before their eyes some actual reNor that which in the hand of Brutus wore, lic of Sabina's toilette! I wish we had The first deep colouring of a Cæsar's blood. Nor will I honour thee with my high mood which there are said to be so many in
at least one of those dressing-pins of Of wrath, that kingdoms doth exterminate; the Museum Gabinum, that mine of Incapable art thou of my great hate, As my great glories. Therefore shall be rarities dug from the ruins of Gabii, thine
by the insatiable Prince Borghese, and