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The servant's look-the table that re No! imaged in the sanctuary of your veal'd

breast, His letter sent to CONSTANCE last, still There let me smile, amidst high thoughts seal'd,

at rest; Though speech and hearing left him, told And let contentment on your spirit too clear

shine, That he had now to suffer--not to fear. As if its peace were still a part of mine : He felt as if he ne'er should cease to feel - For if you war not proudly with your A wretch live broken on misfortune's pain, wheel :

For you I shall have worse than lived in Her death's cause he might make his vain. peace with Heaven,

But I conjure your manliness to bear Absolved from guilt, but never self-for- My loss with noble spirit--not despair : given."

I ask you by our love to promise this,

And kiss these words, where I have left Constance, it appears, agitated by a kiss, some undefined jealousy, and teazed The latest from my living lips for yours." and tormented by her mother and sis. ters, had sunk into a gallopping con

We have sail, we believe, somesumption. Would to Heaven Mr where in this hasty, but hearty artiCampbell had thought of some other cle, that we are critics ; but we really cause of her malady! Her farewell is have no wish to prefer any especial very much in the spirit of Gertrude's claim to that character. Critics, howfarewell to her husband ; not inferior, ever, or no critics, we may be permitand beautifully pathetic.

ted to say a very few words on the me

rits of Theodric, a Domestic Tale. " THEODRIC, this is destiny above

We cannot help 'expressing our exOur power to bafile ; bear it then, my treme surprise, that a man so highly love!

gifted as Mr Campbell, could have Rave not to learn the usage I have borne, contemplated “ pure affection breathFor one true sister left me not forlorn;

ing household laws,” that is to say, And though you're absent in another could have surveyed domestic life, its land,

relations and events, and, after all, Sent from me by my own well-meant shewn himself unable to invent any command,

more interesting and impressive exYour soul, I know, as firm is knit to emplification of them, than what is mine

exhibited in this pretty but insignifiAs these clasp'd bands in blessing you cant poem. There actually seems some. now join :

thing here too like a barrenness, not of Shape not imagined horrors in my fate invention only, but absolutely of feelEv'n now my sufferings are not very ing; his mind takes no hold 'either of great ;

the more stirring, or the more still And when your grief's first transports humanities; and if human life can

shall subside, I call upon your strength of soul and of a true poet nothing better than this,

present to the imagination and heart pride

the sooner we complete our journey To pay my memory, if 'tis worth the between Dan and Beersheba the betdebt,

ter; nor does the invention of printing Love's glorying tribute--not forlorn re

seem one likely to be turned to much gret: I charge my name with power to conjure has evidently been pathos, but all the

more account. Mr Campbell's object up, Reflection's balmy, not its bitter cup.

suffering is provoking rather than afMy pard’ning angel, at the gates of Hea- fecting; sorrow assails

man and woman

from mere misunderstanding, and an ven, Shall look not more regard than you have unlucky game of cross purposes ; nogiven

body is to blame, and everybody is To me; and our life's union has been punished ; most excellent people are clad

brought together by mere accident, and In smiles of bliss as sweet as life e'er had. immediately set about marring each Shall gloom be from such bright remem other's happiness; the tide never brance cast?

suits; the time is either half an hour Shall bitterness outflow from sweetness too soon or too late ; a sort of small fapast?

tality attends each petty movement of

the somewhat insignificant personages; and life. It is often, we are sorry to we almost are tempted to believe that say it, most elaborately feeble, and Theodric and Constance must have will the world believe, even when they been married on a Friday ; and if they see them with their own eyes ?-sprintook a wedding-jaunt, we offer a tri- kled with manifest and undeniable fling bet that their carriage broke Cockneyisms. Mr Carnpbell has fredown, and that they had some diffi- quently sounded the very lowest key culty in getting into an inn towards in the gamut of poetry, just as Mr the fall of evening. It is impossible Wordsworth has often done in the for any reader of a good heart to pe- lyrical ballads. But Mr Campbell has ruse, without discomfort, the record in all such trials miserably failed, and of such perplexing misfortunes; but is no better than a boy playing upon a he is not, cannot, be rivetted to the sycamore-pipe. Mr Wordsworth has, narrative by any spell of which Mr in almost all such trials, admirably Campbell seems to be in possession; succeeded, and the low simple note on the contrary he reads on, merely has been from a harp-string. The that he may get rid of a dark but dull great Laker sometimes drives his fine, riddle; and at last he cannot but be true, bold theories rather far, but he a little angry with Mr Campbell, for never fails to smite the heart, and geputting to death two such beauti- nerally his simplicity is sublime. Mr ful and innocent young creatures as Campbell's genius is altogether of a Constance and Julia, who might have different stamp; he must have the air suffered much affliction, and yet not of elegance to breathe, or he gasps, missed the world so very unsatisfacto- chokes, and dies. In Theodric he rily as they do, both maid and bride. often tries to be homely, familiar, conThe tale illustrates nothing that we can versationally narrative, to write as if discern worth illustrating, and what- in a newspaper of daily occurrences, ever beauty and pathos there may be marriages, births, and deaths. Then in a few passages, they are rendered is he uniformly silly and conceited, almost entirely ineffective by the un and that too to such an unfortunate fortunate, unpoetical, and unphiloso- extent, that we verily believe this phical choice of the situations in which poem, with all its tenderness and beau. the interlocutors are placed ; a free, ty, is now in the greatest jeopardy, and full, and unrestrained sympathy, is can only be saved by Mr Jeffrey from never once excited during the whole being damned. That ingenious and poem ; the heart of the reader is al- amiable critic has written for the next most always pained, and his under- Edinburgh a most laudatory critique standing dissatisfied; and if he recalls on Theodric. That is quite right. to his remembrance any of the more Mr Campbell is his friend--and what affecting incidents in his own life, or is friendship without active offices? in the lives of any one of his friends, It is the bounden duty of every good he will feel that they were somewhat critic and honest man to praise his different in their nature, and their ac friends to the skies-if they be men of companying circumstances, from those genius, even although they write inin Theodric, although here a poet of different poems. Abuse your friends acknowledged genius has employed his in private, in the small social circle utmost power of fiction to invent, em- round the hearth, and in the misty bellish, and adorn, with mournful silence of the Cigarium,—but in pubbeauty, a tale, illustrative of the feel- lic let eulogy be the order of the day, ings, fates, and fortunes, that fluctuate Often have we held up to universal over the bosom of domestic life. and well-merited admiration in Maga,

With respect to the style of execu the man whom in Ambrose's we have tion-language, versification, imagery, anatomized ; and the author whom &c., we have already said that we we have not left the likeness of a goose could not help reading the poem with in the Sanctum Sanctorum, often and much occasional delight. There are often have we bowed and congeed many most graceful, elegant, and beau- down the front steps of No. 17, Prince's tiful lines, that could have been dis- Street, as if he had been, at the very tilled only from the pen of a true poet least, a Phænix. -but the composition wants pith, fire,


SCOTCH POETS, HOGG AND CAMPBELL, HYNDÉ AND TAEODRIC. We are proud of Scotland-proud Bee, adduces the contrary testimony of of our native country, for a thousand Petrarch with a chuckle of satisfaction, reasons. We are not so enthusiastic to the effect, that “of all the barbara as the young Squire in Marmion, who ous and cowardly nations, none is is filied with joy and wonderment at more cowardly and barbarous than the the sight of the objects surrounding English, excepting only the rascally “mine own romantic town," for our

This might have been true eyes have assuredly rested upon love enough in the mouth of Laura's lover; lier prospects in the course of our but the accurate mind of Jon ought chequered peregrinations through the to have reflected, that the days of Pem four quarters of the globe. Nor do we trarcha are vastly dissimilar, and by no claim for ourselves the fame of being means like to the days of Georgius a nation of gentlemen, and we scout Quartus. However, letting that be as altogether the title of Modern Athe- it may, wishing to convince Jon that nians. In a word, we are, we flatter we are not vapouring in braggadocio ourselves, as free from the vulgar va fashion on the present occasion, we nity of our countrymen as any people beg leave to call the attention of him, in the world, but still we hold to our and the public in general, to the two original position, that we are proud of works which we have prefixed to our Scotland.—We are proud of its mind. article, and to ask inodestly, but firm: Let nobody imagine, that we are ly, whether any other country has progoing to give, what our dear Irish duced the phenomenon of two poems friends call blarney, to our popula- similar to Theodric and Queen Hynde, tion. What we have said, we have no being published within two or three design to enlarge farther on. If we weeks of each other, by two of the be asked, where are the proofs of our humblest of its natives

one sprung assertion, we shall answer in the su- from the humblest class of its mechablime word of Sir C. Wren's epitaph, nical, the other from the humblest “ Circumspice.” Look round every de- class of its agricultural, or rather paspartment of literature and science toral, population. Let any other naof arts and arms-of wisdom and of tion in Europe shew us a poem by a wit-and you will find them full of cotton-spinner's productsuch as CampScotchmen. But one of the greatest bell, and another by a herdsman's, evidences of the mental power abound- such as Hogg, forcing their way simuling in our country is afforded by the taneously into the very thick-the very circumstance, that our lowliest ranks press of a polished and jealous literahave produced and continue to pro- tureand we are dumb. We accept duce intellects the most refined, tastes even Jon Bee, anti-Caledonian as he is, the most cultivated, and genius the to be the umpire in this cause, of Scotmost powerful.

land v. the World. Jon Bee, the most illustrious writer And as we have happened to menperhaps of the present age, (and to tion it, we may at once say, that there whoin, by the way, his friend Tom are many points of similitude between Campbell

addressed the beautiful son these great poets of the lower orders, net, beginning Star, that bringest which we shall hastily digest into a home Jon Bee,”) may imagine, that parallel, after the manner of Plutarch. in this assertion, we are only showing It may be imagined that our wellanother specimen of what he, in his ad- known, our universally proclaimed, mirable dictionary, ironically styles our much-boasted-of affection, friends Modesty. In that erudite and excellent ship, and compotationship with Hogg, work, he, after quoting from our pages may warp us into giving him an una remark of our own, which went the due preference in this our closecoming length of saying, that“ A loftier and a contrast; but we here most solemnly wiser people than the Scotch are not to assert, that we shall banish all such be found now upon the earth, nor do the considerations from our minds, and records of any such survive;"-(a re- be as impartial as Rhadamanthus, the mark to be read in that glorious Num- son of Jupiter and Europa. Fond are ber of ours, which by universal consent we of Hogg--yea, even to a fault;—but has been called Royal,)-After quo- nobody can deny that we have several ting this remark, we say, Vir-Apis, the times, in the course of our undis

tinguishing Periodical, abused him stupid as the Balaamite portion of the most grossly, we might say diaboli- Pleasures of Hope, nor anything quite cally ; while, though no one can sus so pathetic as O'Connor's Child. Camppect us of any, friendship or affec- bell, on the other hand, was never tion for any of the curs and crosses of guilty of such poetry as what composes Conduit-Street, yet it will be equally the Mountain Bard ; nor did he ever conceded to us, that Campbell's works soar to the height of Bonny Kilmeny. have frequently received from us the In prose, Hogg's Tales and Campbell's highest meed of praise; and that of Lectures on Poetry may pretty well one of them, viz. the Ritter Bann, we stand against one another, both being alone, of all the periodicals, had the equal outrages against literature. So honour and the manliness to take any likewise let the Jacobite Relics pair off notice whatever. We are pleased to with the Specimens of English Poetry. see that Tom has reprinted the whole One work remains which sets Hogg får of this beautiful poem in this volume above the laureate of Lanark. Hogg of his. This is digressing, however : wrote the Chaldee MS. !--Impartial proceed we with our parallel.

justice, therefore, directs that we, in First, then—both are Scotchmen this respect, should exalt the horn of lowly in birth-in manners-and in the Shepherd. conversation. As for birth, Camp Thirdly, both are great Magazine bell was born in the Goose-dubbs of writers. Hogg boasts that it was he Glasgow-Hogg in the hills of Et- who established this Magazine-it is trick, in Muckrath, which, being in a bounce on the part of the Shepherd ; terpreted, signifies, the Place of but beyond doubt, he has been an eager THE Swine. In this the Shepherd is writer in it. Campbell contributes to superior, inasmuch as the smell of Colburn, having succeeded the late the green hills, and the sight of the Jack Polidori in that employment, at clear waters, is far preferable to the a fixed wage of five pounds, fifteen muck of the Molendinar, and the gar- shillings, and fourpence halfpenny per dyloo of the Gallowgate. Again, Hogg's week. It would be absurd were we to sire was a herd; one who dwelt among point out Hogg's inferiority in this the pastoral images to be derived particular. from sheep and kine, from the ob Fourthly, Campbell is occasionally jects which called forth the poetry of a asked to Holland-İlouse ; there he gets Moses, the warblings of a Theocritus, now and then a side look from its and the mimic elegances of a Virgil and lady, which fills him with gratitude. a Pope. Campbell's progenitor was a Hogg has ere now taken toddy fist to cotton-spinner, a pursuit which calls fist with a duke, and thought little much more for jennies than genius, about it. Campbell breakfasts with and which, though useful, is but me- Redding and Fudgiolo, and other such chanical, and without the slightest highones. Hogg sups at Ambrose's. twist of poetry. Homer (and every true This round is, we opine, in favour of poet, in fact) draws similes everlast- the Bard of Benger. ingly from sheep, and beautiful things Fifthly, Hogg can drink eight-andthey are; who, in the name of the twenty tumblers of punch-Campbell Nine, ever drew anything from the is hazy upon seven. Four to one on cotton-mill, except so much per cent the Shepherd. on capital sunk? With respect to con Sixthly, Hogg is a Tory--Campbell versation, Campbell has much to say a Whig. Hogg always said that the in his favour that Hogg has not. Camp- English would beat the French, and bell has kept company with Lady Mor- he was right-Campbell said that the gan, and such like fashionables; and French would beat the English, and no doubt has thereby contracted fine he was wrong. Hogg despises the habits of speech and manners. Hogg Edinburgh Review, and he is right has been, at least of late, very much -Campbell calls it in his Magazine with us; and it is excessively blame a noble, critical work, and he is wrong. able, that he has not acquired our tone Other instances are needless. The foland delicacy. But it is ill teaching an lower of the Macallummore is here inold dog new tricks, as Lord Chester- ferior beyond all chalks. But,

Seventhly, with which we mean to Again, both are writers of prose and conclude our laboriously wrought-up

Here is a difficult scale to ba- parallel-in which our readers must lanee. Hogg never wrote anything so perceive that we have most carefully

field says.


and faithfully collected the particulars Hear Mr Campbell. of comparison, and most rigidly balan “ An English jubilee-'twas a glorious ced them with a dexterous finger, one sight! against the other-seventhly, Hogg, the At eve, stupendous London, clad in light, Tory, has sung the praise of his King Pour'd out triumphant multitudes to in strains the most pure, and songs the gaze, most abominable ; he has huzzaed to Youth, age, wealth, penury, smiling in his glory, and got drunk in his honour. the blaze.” In return for which, he never had any

Hear Mr Hogg further remuneration than a headache

« Just while their horrid sacrifice in the morning; while Campbell, the Still famed with incense to the skies ; Whig, who has, by his political creed, The liquid sounding filame enclosed them, been linked with the most filthy and

Aud rollid them in its furnace bosom. scoundrel-like revilers of that King All glitter'd with a glowing gleen.” that Whig Campbell, we say, has

Here we have fire-light opposed to for such good service received about candle-light-the Aames of heaven L.5000, and is still receiving L.200 a

versus the tallow-chandlers—people year. This last round is wonderfully rolled in a furnace bosom, to people in favour of Campbell.

rolled in wrap-rascals, (Hogg has been So far for the personal comparison folks smiling in a blaze to folks glit

bitten into an alliterative madness,) of these great men ; and we shall descend now to a consideration of the tering in the gleen. With respect to poems which have called forth our

versification, we can satisfactorily comparallel. We shall not analyse the plot pare the melody of Campbell's or plan of these compositions, for seve

* An English jubilee-'twas a glorious ral reasons. First, because we know


with the harmonious rhymery of every man, woman, and child, have already got them by heart; and, se

Hogg's, condly, because we are not able to do

“ The liquid sounding flame enclosed them,

And roll'd them in its furnace bosom.” it. For, with respect to Queen Hynde, we have read it over six times back

II. Love-making has long been the ward and forward, up and down, staple of poetry, and we must see round and round-we have held the how the Hogg and the Camel get book in every possible posture that can

through this important particular. A be conceived, sideways, angularly, prince of Norway

, comes to court a topsy-turvy, upsides down, and down. lady, who he imagines is the Queen of

Scotland. Andhe does it in this wise: sides up; and yet, for the life of us, we have not been able to discover what

“Light, as the bound of buckgoat young,

To footstool of the throne he sprung, it is about. A puzzling sense of un

Put one arm round the royal neck, intelligibility came over us, yet was The other, with all due respect, our pleasure not in the slightest de

Her jewell’d bosom did enfold, gree diminished. We have at all times

The gentle form and arms to hold; risen from the Shepherd and his Hynde And then did lips in silence tell, delighted and instructed, without

Where lover's lips delight to dwell, knowing why or wherefore. And with

Full oft can maid, with frowning brows, respect to Theodric, we have begun it Reprove the act she well allows.” four times; and regularly, with a strange After this, we are positively ashamed certainty which we inust leave to to quote Campbell. His hero, by psychologists to account for, we have running after his flame's jarvey, and fallen asleep at the end of the third taking down the number, traces her, page. Yet we have, by means of a most

“ and to know her well potent dose of Roman punch, nerved Prolong'd, exalted, bound enchantment's ourselves to get through the task of spell.” comparing the two poems, and shall [What this means is past comprehendo it by extracting the most beautiful sion.] Then passages of each, and putting them in " He sought-he won her—and resolved contrast with one another. To begin to make with something bright, we shall give His future home in England for her an illumination, by Campbell, and a sake." town-burning, by Hogg. At the illu- What a vile contrast to the glowing mination, Campbell's man loses his description of the Shepherd ! One is, heart-Hogg's heroes, in his blaze, that of a robust mountaineer roaming lose their lives.

about Muckrath, in all the majesty of

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