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-Thy muffled friend his nectarine-wall pursues, Who boasts of more (believe the serious strain)
And, with the swallow, wings the year away
! To range the murmuring market-place, and view The motley groups that faithful TENIERS drew.
When Spring bursts forth in blossoms thro’ the
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Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass, Thro' the green trellis shoots a crimson ray ;
Cosmo of Medicis took most pleasure in his Apennine Till the West-wind leads on the twilight hours, villa, because all that he commanded from its windows And shakes the fragrant bells of closing flowers. was exclusively his own. How unlike the wise Athenian, Nor boast, O Choisy, seat of soft delight,
who, when he had a farm to sell, directed the crier to proThe secret charm of thy voluptuous night.
claim, as its best recommendation, that it had a good Vain is the blaze of wealth, the pomp of power!
neighbourhood !–Plut. in Vit. Themist. Lo, here, attendant on the shadowy hour,
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And through the various year, the various day, To hail our coming. Not a step profane
Horace commends the house, “ longos quæ prospicit Dares, with rude sound, the cheerful rite restrain;
Distant views contain the greatest variety, both And, while the frugal banquet glows revealed,
in themselves, and in their accidental variations. Pure and unbought 3—the natives of my field ; While blushing fruits thro' scattered leaves
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Small change of scene, small space his home requires, Still clad in bloom, and veiled in azure light ; Many a great man, in passing through the apartments With wine, as rich in years as HORACE sings, of his palace, has made the melancholy reflection of the With water, clear as his own fountain flings,
venerable Cosmo: “Questa è troppo gran casa à si poca The shifting side-board plays its humbler part, famiglia."-MACH. Ist. Fior. lib. vii. Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art.
“Parva, sed apta mihi,” was Ariosto's inscription over
his door in Ferrara ; and who can wish to say more? “I Thus, in this calm recess, so richly fraught With mental light, and luxury of thought,
confess," says Cowley, “I love littleness almost in all
things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, My life steals on ; (O could it blend with thine !)
a little company, and a very little feast."-Essay vi. Careless my course, yet not without design.
When Socrates was asked why he had built for himself So thro’ the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide, so small a house: “Small as it is,” he replied, “I wish I The light raft dropping with the silent tide ; could fill it with friends."_PHÆDRUS, iii. 9. So, till the laughing scenes are lost in night,
These indeed are all that a wisq man can desire to The busy people wing their various flight,
assemble; “for a crowd is not company, and faces are Culling unnumbered sweets from nameless flowers,
but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal,
where there is no love."
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From every point a ray of genius flows !
By these means, when all nature wears a lowering counHaste to the tranquil shade of learned ease, 4 tenance, I withdraw myself into the visionary worlds of art; Tho’ skilled alike to dazzle and to please ;
where I meet with shining landscapes, gilded triumphs, Tho' each gay scene be searched with anxious eye,
beautiful faces, and all those other objects that fill the
mind with gay ideas.-ADDISON. Nor thy shut door be passed without a sigh.
It is remarkable that Antony, in his adversity, passed If, when this roof shall know thy friend no more,
some time in a small but splendid retreat, which he called Some, formed like thee, should once, like thee, ex
his Timonium, and from which might originate the idea Invoke the lares of his loved retreat, [plore ; of the Parisian Boudoir, that favourite apartment, où l'on And his lone walks imprint with pilgrim-feet; se retire pour étre seul, mais où l'on ne boude point.Then be it said, (as, vain of better days,
STRABO, 1. xvii. Plut. in Vit. Anton. Some grey domestic prompts the partial praise) “Unknown he lived, unenvied, not unblest;
Page 21, col 1, line 13. Reason his guide, and Happiness his guest.
At GUIDO's call, &c. In the clear mirror of his moral page,
Alluding to his celebrated fresco in the Rospigliosi We trace the manners of a purer age.
Palace at Rome. His soul, with thirst of genuine glory fraught,
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And still the Few best loved and most revered
The dining-room is dedicated to Conviviality; or, as
victûs." There we wish most for the society of our friends; I Fallacem circum, vespertinumque pererro and, perhaps, in their absence, most require their portraits. Sæpe forum.-HOR.
The moral advantages of this furniture may be illus2 Tantôt, un livre en main, errant dans les préries
trated by the story of an Athenian courtesan, who, in the
BOILEAU. midst of a riotous banquet with her lovers, accidentally 3 Dapes inemtas.
cast her eye on the portrait of a philosopher, that hung 4 Innocuas amo delicias doctamque quietem. opposite to her seat; the happy character of wisdom and
postulat lumen. Not so the picture gallery ; which requires a north light, uti colores in ope, propter constantiam luminis, immutata permaneant qualitate. This disposition accords with his plan of a Grecian house.
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Like those blest Youths, See the Legend of the Seven Sleepers.-GIBBON, C. 33.
virtue struck her with so lively an image of her own unworthiness, that she instantly left the room; and, retiring home, became ever afterwards an example of temperance, as she had been before of debauchery.
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Rise round the board “A long table and a square table,” says Bacon, “ seem things of form, but are things of substance; for at a long table a few at the upper end, in effect, sway all the business." Perhaps Arthur was right, when he instituted the order of the round table. In the town-house of Aix-laChapelle is still to be seen the round table, which may almost literally be said to have given peace to Europe in 1748. Nor is it only at a congress of Plenipotentiaries that place gives precedence.
Page 21, col. 1, line 65. Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams; Before I begin to write, says Bossuet, I always read a little of Homer; for I love to light my lamp at the sun.
The reader will here remember that passage of Horace, Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno, &c. which was inscribed by Lord Chesterfield on the frieze of his library.
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with knowledge health ; Milton“ was up and stirring, ere the sound of any bell awaked men to labour, or to devotion;" and it is related of two Students in a suburb of Paris, who were opposite neighbours, and were called the morning-star and the evening-star - the former appearing just as the latter withdrew-that the morning-star continued to shine on, wben the evening-star was gone out for ever.
Page 21, col. 2, line 1. And, when a sage's bust arrests thee there, Siquidem non solum ex auro argentove, aut certe ex ære in bibliothecis dicantur illi, quorum immortales animæ in iisdem locis ibi loquuntur: quinimo etiam quæ non sunt, finguntur, pariuntque desideria non traditi vultus, sicut in Homero evenit. Quo majus (ut equidem arbitror) nullum est felicitatis specimen, quam semper omnes scire cupere, qualis fuerit aliquis.—Plin. Nat. Hist.
Cicero, in the dialogue entitled Brutus, represents Brutus and Atticus as sitting down with him in his garden at Rome, by the statue of Plato; and with what delight does he speak of a little seat under Aristotle in the library of Atticus! “Literis sustentor et recreor; maloque in illa tua sedecula, quam habes sub imagine Aristotelis, sedere, quàm in istorum sella curuli!”-Ep. ad Att. iv. 10.
Nor should we forget that Dryden drew inspiration from
Write all down :
the arras, figures,
Page 21, col. 3, line 5. Which gathers round the Wise of every Tongue, Quis tantis non gaudeat et glorietur hospitibus, exclaims Petrarch. Spectare, etsi nihil aliud, certè juvat.-Homerus apud me mutus, imò verò ego apud illum surdus sum. Gaudeo tamen vel aspectû solo, et sæpe illum amplexus ac suspirans dico: O magne vir, &c.-Epist. Var. lib. 20.
Page 21, col. 2, line 52. Catch the blest accents of the wise and great. Mr. Pope delights in enumerating his illustrious guests. Nor is this an exclusive privilege of the poet. The Medici Palace at Florence exhibits a long and imposi atalogue. “ Semper hi parietes columnæque eruditis vocibus resonuerunt.
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-aurea sunt juvenum simulacra per ædes,
LUCR. ii. 24. A fashion as old as Homer !-Odyss. vii. 100
On the proper degree and distribution of light we may consult a great master of effect. Il lume grande, ed alto, e non troppo potente, sarà quello, che renderà le particole de' corpi molto grate.- Tratt. della Pittura di LIONARDO DI VINCI, c. xli.
Hence every artist requires a broad and high light. Michael Angelo used to work with a candle fixed in his hat.-Condivi. Vita di Michelagnolo.--Hence also, in a banquet-scene, the most picturesque of all poets has thrown his light from the ceiling.- Æn. i. 726. And hence the " starry lamps" of Milton, that
from the arched roof Pendent by subtle magic,
yielded light As from a sky.
Page 22, col. 1, line 30. Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art. At the petits soupés of Choisy were first introduced those admirable pieces of mechanism, afterwards carried to perfection by Loriot, the Confidente and the Servante; a table and a side-board, which descended, and rose again covered with viands and wines. And thus the most luxurious Court in Europe, after all its boasted refinements, was glad to return at last, by this singular contrivance, to the quiet and privacy of humble life.-Vie Privée de Louis XV. ii. 43.
Between line 30 and line 31, were these lines, since omitted :
Hail, sweet Society! in crowds unknown,
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After line 18, in a former edition.
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These eyelids open to the rising ray, Your bed-chamber, and also your library, says Vitruvius, should have an eastern aspect; usus enim matutinum
'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
Up rose St. Pierre, when morning shone;
Thou, Frederic, by thy father stay.
And who but she could soothe the boy,
Oh! she was good as she was fair.
every gesture said “ rejoice,”
Soon as the sun the glittering pane
she sung and sung again,
At every meal an empty chair
St. Pierre sat by, nor saw nor smiled.
- Wouldst thou, presumptuous as thoù art,
The light was on his face; and there You might have seen the passions drivenResentment, Pity, Hope, DespairLike clouds across the face of Heaven. Now he sighed heavily; and now, His hand withdrawing from his brow, He shut the volume with a frown, To walk his troubled spirit down: _When (faithful as that dog of yore? Who wagged his tail and could no more) Manchon, who long had snuffed the ground, And sought and sought but never found, Leapt up and to the casement flew, And looked and barked, and vanished thro'. “ 'Tis Jacqueline! 'Tis Jacqueline !" Her little brother laughing cried. “ I know her by her kirtle green, She comes along the mountain-side ; Now turning by the traveller's seat, Now resting in the hermit’s cave,Now kneeling, where the pathways meet, To the cross on the stranger's grave. And, by the soldier's cloak, I know (There, there along the ridge they go) D'Arcy so gentle and so brave! Look up—why will you not?” he cries, His rosy hands before his eyes; For on that incense-breathing eve The sun shone out, as loth to leave. “See to the rugged rock she clings ! She calls, she faints, and D'Arcy springs ; D'Arcy so dear to us, to all; Who, for you told me on your knee, When in the fight he saw you fall, Saved you for Jacqueline and me!"
The day was in the golden west;
And true it was! And true the tale ! When did she sue, and not prevail ? Five years before—it was the night That on the village-green they parted, The lilied banners streaming bright O'er maids and mothers broken-hearted; The drum--it drowned the last adieu, When D'Arcy from the crowd she drew. “One charge I have and one alone, Nor that refuse to take, My father-if not for his own, Oh for his daughter's sake!”
They gather as they go-
Inly he vowed—'twas all he could ;
Nor can ye wonder. When a child,
That morn ('twas in Ste. Julienne's cell, As at Ste. Julienne's sacred well Their dream of love began) That morn, ere many a star was set, Their hands had on the altar met Before the holy man. --And now, her strength, her courage spent, And more than half a penitent, She comes along the path she went. And now the village gleams at last; The woods, the golden meadows passed, Where, when Toulouse, thy splendour shone, The Troubadour would journey on Transported—or, from grove to grove, Framing some roundelay of love, Wander till the day was gone. “ All will be well, my Jacqueline ! Oh tremble not-but trust in me. The Good are better made by Ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still ; And gloomy as thy past has been, Bright shall thy future be !" So saying, thro' the fragrant shade Gently along he led the maid, While Manchon round and round her played : And, as that silent glen they leave, Where by the spring the pitchers stand, Where glow-worms light their little lamps at eve, And fairies revel as in fairy-land, (When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round, Her finger on her lip, to see; And many an acorn-cup is found Under the greenwood tree) From every cot above, below,
But what felt D'Arcy, when at length
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
“ His praises from your lips I heard,
He shook his aged locks of snow ;
scend To make our home a heaven !
1 Called in the language of the country Pas-de-l'Echelle.