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should seem to be paid to Sir Robert himself, than to fis work: he at least will not be surprized, because he knows the observance due to rank, and that,

“ What great ones do, the less will prattle of." Summer having driven the nobles from Mosco, the Knight exclaims, “ What then have I to do in this place !” and instantly sets off for St. Petersburgh. In his way he visits the monastery of the New Jerusalem, built by the celebrated Nichon, in imitation of the Holy Sepulchre in Palestine. “ During his walk round the walls, he fortunately encounters 6 the archimandrite, or abbot, who accosts him with politeness,

and afterwards shews him an attention that was quite “ unexampled.”-(Vol. 1. p. 287.) His account of this interesting place is very slight: he mentions some portraits of the founder, but he does not say a word about the triplehanded Virgin, an object of such high veneration there. It is to be regretted, that he lost the opportunity of comparing the miraculous hand with those of mortal painting : his opinion, as an artist, on the comparative merit of the two styles, would have been interesting, and at least quite as entertaining, and rather more in place, than his learned defence of King David, “ the sweet songster of Israel.”

On his return to St. Petersburgh, Sir Robert conducts his reader from one nobleman's seat to another, and points out with much taste, whatever he finds in them worthy of admiration : he then leads him back in a gentle amble to Mosco, and returns in the same pace to St. Petersburgh. If his follower should have chanced to fall asleep by the way, on his reaching this last city, he will be wakened by the loud larum

The Knight finds a French general there as ambassador,

of war.

“ You will be surprized,” says he, “ that I should be unable to say much of the French general, from my own personal knowledge : he possessed no magnetic powers over me, and " therefore I kept as due a distance as I liked.” -(Vol. II. p. 73.)

From the change, however, which takes place in the disposition of Russia towards England, Sir Robert feels it to be his duty to apply for passports ; and having obtained them, he continues no longer at St. Petersburgh, than 6 to take his “ leave of the Imperial head of the court, in which he had

experienced so much kindness.” Passing rapidly through Finland, he has not opportunity to do much more than give a dry list of the posts, at which he changed horses : but the perils and miseries of his journey, in mid-winter, among the isles of Bothnia, are forcibly painted ; and the manners of the inhabitants of those inhospitable regions are sketched with a masterly hand.

Arriving at Stockholm, fortunately in time to witness the ceremony of opening the statue of Gustavus III, the Knight takes occasion to bestow some very high encomiums on that monarch, and seems scarcely satisfied with the tortures, which Ankerstromm endured on account of his assassination. But le is put still more out of temper, by a blunder of his “ stupid 56 coachman,” in consequence of which, notwithstanding the English ambassador had proposed to present him to the King and Queen, he has the mortification of making his first bow " to their Majesties in a crowd.” As the present unfortunate situation of these illustrious personages, renders whatever relates to them particularly interesting, the reader will not be elispleased with contemplating their portraits as drawn by the Knight.

" Gustavus bears a striking resemblance to the best portraits of " Charles the Twelfth ; and seems not to neglect the addition of 66 similar habiliments. For really at the first glance, you might " almost imagine the picture of his renowned ancestor had walked " from its canvass. He is thin, though well made; about the middle

stature, pa'e, and with eyes whose eagle beams strike with the force of lightning : look at them, and while he is in thought, " they appear remarkably calm and sweet ; but when he looks at

you and speaks, the vivacity of his manner and the brilliancy of


16 his countenance are begond description. His mouth is well.

shaped, with small mustaccios on his upper lip, and his hair, “ which is cropped and without powder, is combed up from his « forehead.

“ Her Majesty is most interestingly beautiful; very much re.

sembling her sister, the Empress of Russia. She is fair with "expressive blue eyes. Her features are fine; but the affability “ of her countenance, her smile, and engaging air, independently " of other charms, would be sufficient to fascinate every heart - almost to forget she was a Queen, in her loveliness as a woman."! (Vol. II. p. 132.)

Whether it is from his inordinate admiration of nobility, that Sir Robert is disposed to appropriate to nobles whatever is beautiful or admirable, it should at least scem necessary to suppose some such disposition, in order to account for a curious blunder he has made on a subject, which it was natural to expect he would have understood even better than the laws and ordinances of chivalry. It respects one of the most celebrated works of the admirable Sergal, which is placed in the church built at Stockholm by Adolphus Frederic.

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6 A little to the right of the altar,” says Sir Robert, " is a monument, erected in the year 1777, to the memory of a noble. man who died in 1560. It is of bronze, and surpasses almost

every specimen of the kind I have seen : in short, I cannot speak " too highly of the design, or sufficiently eulogize the undescri. “bable beauty of its expression. It is an angel holding up in his "left hand the torch of life, which is extinguished: with his “right he unveils the world by raising a piece of drapery: em"blematic, I suppose, that death, while it destroys our mortal “ fires, opens the universe to the sight of our unembodied spirit.” (Vol. II. p. 142.)


It is a pity that the Knight's admiration of this sublime piece of art did not induce him to examine it a little more at. tentively: he would then perhaps have discovered, that it is not the monument of a nobleman, who died in 1560, but the cenotaph of the philosopher, Des Cartes, who having been invited to Stockholm by Christina, died there in 1650: and if Sir

Robert had looked nearer, he would have seen, that the torch is not extinguished, but blazes sufficiently to destroy his fans ciful allegory. Coxe, with his usual accuracy, has described the monument in the following words :

66 Above is the medallion of Des Cartes, and beneath an angel taking a veil from the globe, and illuminating it with a torch ; a sublime idea, simply expressing the effect of philosophy in enlightening the human race, but weakened by the angel's pointing to Stockholm,' written in golden characters." Coxe, Travels in Russia, &c. Vol. IV. p. 76.

Having procured letters of introduction to the Archbishop of Upsal, Sir Robert proceeds to that university, and amongst the other curiosities deposited there, examines the famous Codex Argenteus. The ease with which he gets rid of all the learned disputes respecting this curious volume, is very edifying. The decisive manner, indeed, in which he pronounces it to be a printed translation of the four Evangelists into Mesogothic by Ulphilas, thus settling at once three disputed points without ceremony, leaves the reader no room to doubt, that he either knows the Mæsogothic language and character as well as his own, the distinguishing characteristics of the style of Ulphilas, and the mode of printing in the middle of the fourth century, or that he knows nothing at all about the matter. Which opinion should be adopted, may, perhaps, be determined by his assertion, that the existence of this volume was not known, while it continued in the library of Werden ; and that being removed to Prague, it fell into the hands of Count Koningsmarc,who gave it to Vossius :-an assertion certainly rather hardy, since, it is well known that, while the volume continued in the library of Werden, Anthony Marillon extracted from it some passages, which were inserted in a Commentary on the Gothic Alphabet published by Bonaventura Vulcanius; and that soon afterwards Arnold Mercator transcribed also a few verses, which Gruter gave to the world in his Inscriptiones Antiguæe : and it has been hitherto understood, that when Count Koningsmarc got possession of the book at Prague, he gave it to Queen Christina, from whose library Vossius is supposed to have stolen it. But the facility with which Sir Robert divides, with his knightly blade, these Gordian-knots of history, is truly admirable. He has no sooner drawn on his hand the bloody glove of Charles XII. than he becomes perfectly acquainted with the manner of his death, and is as certain of his having been assassinated, as if he had himself been the assassin.

In the course of an excursion from Stockholm, he descends into the mines of Dunamora, Sala, and Fahlun; and none who have visited those dismal regions before him, have so well painted their gloomy horrors, and the savagely picturesque appearance of their inhabitants. When in the mountains of Dalecarlia, it was natural that he should visit every spot where any memorials of Gustavus Vasa were to be seen ; nor is it to be wondered at, that the enthusiastic admiration, with which he evidently contemplates great and generous actions, should lead him to repeat the well-known story of the preservation of that illustrious patriot by the wife of the traitor Peterson ; but it certainly is rather extraordinary that he should have dressed it up so well as to pass it for new upon the Edinburgh Reviewer.

At length Sir Robert resolves to visit his native shores, but royalty follows him even to the place of his embarkation. The Queen of France, together with the Duke and Duchess d'Angoulême, arrives at Göttenburgh, and he is immediately presented by the Comte de Damas. All “ cold formalities of

ceremony are most condescendingly waved, they make him " sit by them as a friend ;” and while he takes from the Duke the commands with which he honours him for England, he is happy to unite his respect for the Prince with the devoted affection of a friend !

And now, having attended the Knight during all his wanderings, the reader may sit down and consider how much he has added to his stock of knowledge by his Travels. It is certain

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