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(Extracted from N. Mon.) APRIL is at once the most juvenile generally, Jest, like
a painter in the of all the months, and the most presence of his mistress, I grow too enafeminine-never knowing her own mind moured to give a correct resemblance. for a day together. Fickle as a fond I must gaze upon her sweet beauties maiden with her first lover ;-coying it one by one, or I shall never be able to with the young son till he withdraws think and treat of her in any other his beams from her—and then weeping light than that of the Spring, which till she gets them back agaio. High- is a mere abstraction-delightful to fantastical as the seething wit of a poet, think of, but, like all other abstractions, that sees a world of beauty growing be not to be depicted or described. neath his hand, and fancies that he Let me inforın the reader, that what created it; whereas it is it has created I have hitherto said of April, and may him a poet: for it is nature that makes yet have to say, is intended to apply, April, not April nature. April is, not to this or that April in particulardoubtless, the sweetest month of all the not 10 April eighteen hundred and year; partly because it ushers in the twenty-four, or fourteen, or thirty-four; May, and partly for its own sake-so but to April par excellence that is far as any thing can be valuable with- to say, what April (" not to speak it out reference to any thing else. It is, profanely”) ought to be. In short, I 10 May and June, what “sweet fifa have no intention of being personal in teen,” in the age of woman, is to pas- my remarks; and if the April which I sion-stricken eighteen, and perfect iwo am describing should happen to differ, and twenty. It is, to the confirmed in any essential particulars, from the Summer, what the previous hope of one in whose presence I am describing jay is to the full fruition-what the it, neither the month nor the reader boyish dream of love is to love itself. must regard this as a covert libel or It is, indeed, the month of promises ; satire. The truth is, that, for what and what are twenty performances reason I know not—whether to put to compared to one promise? When a shame the predictions of the Quarterly promise of delight is fulfilled, it is over Reviewers—or to punish us islanders and done with ; but while it remains a for our manifold follies and iniquities-promise, it remains a hope: and what or from any quarrel, as of old, between is all good, but the hope of good? what Oberon and T'itania -- but certain it is, is every to-day of our life, but the hope that of late (or the fear) of tomorrow ?--April, « The seasons alter ; honry-beaded frosts then, is worth two Mays, because it Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; tells tales of May in every sigh that it
And on old Hyems' thin and iey crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds breathes, and every tear that it lets
Is, as in mockery, set : the Spring, the Summer, fall. It is the harbinger, the herald,
The chilling Autumn, angry Winter, change the promise, the prophecy, the foretaste Their wonted liveries; and th' amazed world, of all the beauties that are to follow it By their increase, now knows not which is wbich." -of all, and more-of all the delights of Summer, and all the pride, pomp, is in her happiest mood, that I speak.
It is of April, as she is when Nature and circumstance of glorious” Autumn.
What a sweet Alush of new green It is fraught with beauties itself that no has started up to the face of this meaother month can bring before us, and
dow!--And the new-born daisies that "It bears a glass which shows us many more.”
stud it here and there, give it the look As for April herself, her life is one of an emerald sky powdered with sweet alternation of smiles, and sighs, snowy stars. In making our way be. and tears—and tears, and sighs, and tween them, to yonder hedge-row, that smiles-till it is consummated at last divides the meadow from the little in the open laughter of May. It is copse that lines one side of it, let us like-in short, it is like nothing in the not take the shortest way, but keep reworld but “ an April day.” And her ligiously to the little footpath--for the charms—but really I must cease to young grass is as yet too tender to bear look upon the face of this fair month being trod upon. I have been hither
When raios are on thee."
to very chary of appealing to the poets were a tailor itself, should lose his in these pleasant papers ; because they caste, and be sent to the Coventry of are people that, if you give them an mechanics— wherever that may be. inch, even in a span-long essay of this In fact, it cannot happen. On Easter kind, always endeavour to lay hands Monday ranks change places-Jobon the whole of it. They are like the son is as good as Sir John—the “ rude young cuckoos, that if once they get mechanical” is “monarch of all he hatched within a nest, always contrive surveys” from the summit of Green. to oust the natural inhabitants. But wich-hill--and when he thinks fit to when the daisy—“ la douce Margue- say “It is our royal pleasure to be rite"—is in question, how can I refrain drunk”-who shall dispute the profrom pronouncing a blessing on the position ? Not I, for one.
When our bard, who has, by his sweet praise of English mechanics accuse their betters this “unassuming common-place of of oppressing them, the said betters nature," revived that general love for should reverse the old appeal, and reit, which, until lately, was confined to fer from Philip sober to Philip drunk; the hearts of the old poets,” and of and then nothing more could be said. those young poets of all times, the lit- But now, they have no betters, even in tle children?
their own notion of the matter. And,
in the name of all that is transitory, “ When soothed awhile by milder airs,
envy them not their brief supremacy! Thee Winter in the garland wears That thinly shades his few gray bairs ;
It will be over before the end of the Spring cannot shun thee;
week, and they will be as eager to reAnd Autunn, melancholy wight!
turn to the labour as they now are to Doth in ihy crimson bead delight
escape from it : for the only thing that
an Englishman, whether high or low, " In shoals and bands, a morrice train,
cannot endure patiently for a week toThou greet'st the traveller in the lane
gether, is, unningled amusement. And oft alone in nooks remote
But there is a sport belonging to We meet thee, like a pleasant thought Easter Monday, which is not confined When such are wanted.
to the lower classes, and which, fun By violets, in tbeir secret mews,
forbid that I should pass over silently. The flowers the wanton Zepiiyrs choose ; If the reader has not, during his boyProud be the rose, with rains and dews
hood, performed the exploit of riding Her head impearling;
to the turn-out of the stag on Epping Thou art the poet's darling.
Forest ;-following the hounds all day If to a rock from rains he fly,
long,--at a respectful distance ;-reOr some bright day of April sky,
turning bone in the evening with the Imprison'd by hot sunshine lie
loss of nothing but his hat, his hunting Near the green holly,
whip, and his horse--not to mention a And wearily at length should fare,
portion of his nether person ;-and finHe need but look about, and there Thou art !-a friend at haud, to scare
ishing the day by joining the Lady His melancholy.
mayorest's ball at the Mansion-house ;
if the reader has not done all this If stately passions in mc burn And one chance look to thee should turn,
when a boy, I will not tantalize him I drink out of an humbler urn
by expatiating on the superiority of A lowlier pleasure ;
those who have. And if he has The homely sympathy, that heeds
done ic, I need not tell him that he has The common life our nature breeds;
no cause to envy his friend who escaped with a flesh-wound from the fight of
Waterloo--for there is not a pin 10 Now, at last, the Easter week is ar- choose between them! rived, and the poor have for once in the I have little to tell the reader in reyear the best of it-setting all things, gard to London exclusively, this month. but their own sovereign will, at a wise I must mention, however, that now is defiance. The journeyman who works heard in her streets, the prettiest of all on Easter Monday, even though he the cries which are peculiar to them
A wisdom fitted to the needs
Or hearts at leisure."
"Come buy my primroses !”—and but —since it procures bim two Sundays for which, the Londoners would have in the week instead of one. Finally, no idea that Spring was at hand. Now, Now, exhibitions of painting court spoiled children make “ fools” of their the public attention, and obtain it, in mammas and papas;—which is but fair, every quarter;—on the principle, I supseeing that the said mammas and papas pose, that the eye has, at this season of return the compliment during all the the year, a natural hungering and thirstrest of the year. Now, not even a ing after the colours of the Spring sceptical apprentice but is religiously leaves and flowers, and rather than not persuaded of the merits of Good-Friday, meet with them at all, it is content to and the propriety of its being so called find them on painted canvass !
VARIETIES. REVIEW OF NEW PUBLICATIONS, &c. marriage ceremony. He quarrels with his
This month has been less prolific than rival, but is deprived of the honour of ineetthe preceding ; and, altogether, we believe ing him by the circumstance of his rival's there is less of literary novelty at the coin- having been shot by another person an mencement of the present season than has hour before the time of his appointment. for some years been usual.
Five hours after the time that it could Theodore Hook's “ Sayings and Doings, prove serviceable, he receives a note from a Series of Sketches from Life,” is at this his adored Fanny, indicating a plan by time making considerable noise in the which she might be rescued, and united to reading world. It is, indeed, one of the the man of her heart. He goes to London, smartest productions of the kind that has gets inebriated for the first time in his life; appeared for many years. Four tales— sets out upon a nocturnal expedition ; un"Danvers," " The Friend of the Family, der an erroneous impression makes a forci" Merton," and “Martha the Gypsey," ble entry into the house of his mistress, and compose the three volumes, more than one. is taken captive by the guardians of the half of which, indeed, is occupied by night. On the succeeding day he is seen " Merton." Each of these tales is founded by Miss Meadows under very suspicious cir. upon an old Saying; the object of the cumstances with a lady of the strictest hoauthor being to illustrate old sayings by nour. His father undertakes to effect a modern doings; which doings, he assures reconciliation, but drops down dead as he us, are facts. Thus, for instance, the histo- is setting out for that purpose. Merton ry of " Dappers" indisputably proves that is patronized by a nobleman; he reads the "too much of a good thing is good for noth- newspaper announcement of the marriage ing." Tom Burton, a young man of talent, of Miss Fanny Mcadows; throws himself, acquirement, and manners, but of moder: in despair, into the arms of his noble ate fortone, falls in love with, and marries friend's protegée, and then learns, to his ut. the paragon of all that is lovely and excel. ter astonishment and chagrin, that it was Jent in woman “ Health, peace and com not his Fanny Meadows, but a cousin of petence"-happiness in its utmost human hers, whose marriage had just occurred. perfection-are his. By the death of his Fortune still persccutes him. Arriving at rich old uncle from India, he is suddenly his country house, he finds it just burnt advanced to prodigious wealth. He takes down; and while he is searching amongst the uncle's pame (Danvers); purchases the joins for his father's will, his wife elopes princely estates ; obiains a seat in Parlia. with a dashing Baronet. By the failure of mnent; blazes forth in a contested county a banker, upou whom he had neglected to election, patronizes men of genius : col- present a draught, he loses a large sum. lects books, pictures and articles of virtù, In the expectation of obtaining a divorce, with all the ardour of a Fonthill cogno- he makes an arrangement for narrying his enté; finds himself £200,000 in debt; Fanny, but loses the verdict. He sets off is convicted of, and imprisoned for an elec- to Yarmouth in Norfolk, when he ought to tion bribery which he never committed; have gone to Yarinouth in the Isle of and is ultimately reduced to an humble pit- Wight. He is apprehended by the officers tance of less than £1,500 a year.
of justice, brought to trial, found guilty, * Merton" shows that "There's many and sentenced to death for the murder of & slip between the cup and the lip,” Blest his wife's seducer. A few hours before the with talent and character, he enters life with time appointed for his execution he effects the most brilliant prospects. Enamoured his escape-goes to bis wife's father-kills of a beautifol girl, Fanny Meadows, he him by his appearance-is retaken, and led carries her off to Scotland, on the very bor to the scaffold; when, just as he is about ders of which, during a momentary separa to be launched into eternity, the man betios, he commits an assault and is taken be- lieved to have been murdered, appears, and fore a magistrate. The loss of time, thus Merton is once more at large. Supposing occasioned, proves fatal to his hopes : his his wife to be dead, there is now no bar to pursuers arrive at the very moment of the bis union with Fanny Meadows ; but, on
the very day before bis intended marriage, tatingly venture to assert, that the reader, be meets his wife a common prostitute. browu or fair, masculine or feminine, will Merton, still the victim of hopes and expec- find Mr. Galt’s “ Bachelor's Wife" a very tations, enters upon a large estate as the enchanting creature. declared heir of a Peer ; but alas! it turos
• Pride shall have a Fall, a Comedy with out that his half-brother, and not himself, is entitled to the vast possessions. He Songs,” some account of the performance
of which will be found in our theatrical debuys a ticket in the lottery-it comes up a £20,000 prize--but he has been robbed of partment, is, we understand, from the able his ticket. At length, after encountering of " The Angel of the World," “ Catiline,"
pen of Mr. Croly, the distinguished author an alınost innumerable host of equally promising and equally disastrous adventures, permission, to Mr. Caoning. Indepen.
“ Paris in 1815," &c. It is dedicated, by fate seems to be weary of her persecutions. dently of its merits as an acting play, it His wife is dead—fortone has smiled glori. will rank high amongst the reading dramas ously upon him-he fiies to throw himself of the age. In the closet, its poetical beau. and his possessions at the feet of his wor. shipped Fauny, and finds that she is—an
tics are contemplated with admirable efinhabitant of another world! All this may Curiosity is thus described :
fect. We shall offer one or two specimens. be true, but certainly it is very unlike Iruth. “ The Friend of the Family,” is a vil
Curiosity ! lainous attorney, upon whose exploits Both man and woman would find life a waste
True, lady, by the roses on those lips, we shall pause no longer than
But for the cunning of-Curiosity ! that “all ends well" by his committing She's the world's witch, and through the world she felo-de-se.
The merriest masquer underneath the moon ! “ Martha the Gypsey" is a very brief To beauties, languid from the last night's rout, sketch.
She comes with tresses loose, and shoulders wrapt These volumes display an extraordinary In morning shawls; and by their pillow sits, knowledge of life and nature, and a most
Telling delicious tales of-lovers lost,
Fair rivals jilted, scandals, smuggied lace, happy talent for the delineation of charac The bundredth novel of the Great Unknown! ter and manners. The satire is severe And then they smile, and rub their eyes, and yawn, sometimes, indeed, more severe than just;
And wonder wbat's o'clock-then sink again ;
And thus sbe sends the pretty fools to sleep. yet most of the hits are very palpable; She comes to ancient dames, and, stiff as sieel, and, altogether, the style is so racy and In bood and stomacher, with spuff in hand, piquant-there is so much truth and felici She makes tbeir rigid muscles gay with news ty in the sketches-that it is impossible not
Of Doctors' Commons, matches broken off,
Blue-stocking frailties, cards, and ratafia; to be delighted with the work.
And thus she gives them prattle for the day.
She sits by ancient politicians, bowed
A seeming journal, stuff'd with monstrous tales
of Turks and Tartars; deep conspiracies best that we are acquainted with of its (Born in the winter's brain); of spots in the son, class, the 6 Curiosities of Literature" Pregnant with fearful wars. And so they shake, alone excepted. “It has been generally And hope they'll find the world all safe by morn. formed," observes the compiler, “ upon Bow down to sovereigu Curiosity!
And thus she makes the world, both young and old. the principle of affording specimens of the literature of different epochs, not indeed
The following is sung as a trio :methodically arranged, but so chosen as to Tell us, thou glorious Star of eve! exhibit a more extensive view of the literary What sees thine eye? inind of the country, historically consider
Wherever buman bearts can beave,
Man's misery! ed, than has been attempted in any previ.
Life, but a lengthened chain ; ous selection of extracts." Whilst, how Youth, weary, wild, and vain; ever, we admit the excellence of the book, Age on a bed of pain, and accord it our warmest praise, we ob
Longing to die
Yet there's a rest ! ject most decidedly to the very clumsy and
Where earthly agonies ineffective vehicle by which these delightful
Awake no sighs extracts are introduced. It is in jurious to
In the cold breast. the many sensible and original observations Tell us, thou glorious Star of eve ! of Mr. Galt, as too many readers, we are
Sees not thine eye fearful, will be induced to pass them over
Some spot, where hearts no longer beave,
In thine own sky? without perusal. The fair Egeria is nei Where all life's wrongs are o'er, ther more nor less than an ideal blue stock - Where Anguish weeps no more, ing, who, by her learned conversation, im
Where injured spirits soar,
Never to die! parts a charm to the lonely chambers of her spouse, Benedict, in the paper build One touch of the comic and we have ings. We admire iniellectuality, if we may done. The subjoined is the prisoo harangue be allowed the coinage of a word, in the of the dissipated Torrento : lovelier part of our species ; yet we must
“ Are we to suffer ourselves to be molest. confess we are not without our predilec- ed in our domestic circle ; in the lotelinen tions for beautiful forms and faces of less of our prison lives ; in our olium cum fig assuming pretension. This, however, is nilate ? 'Gentlemen of thegaol! (Cheering) not matter of opinion; and we can unhesi. Is not our residence here for our country's
good ?- Cheering.) Would it not be well early love. He sabsequently forms for the country if ten times as many, that union of interest, and drags on a life of hold their heads high, outside these walls, misery, continually haunted by the image were now inside them ?-(Cheering.) i of his lost Mary. However, Mary's busscorn to appeal to your passions ; but shall band is killed by a fall from his horse ; We suffer our honourable straw, our venera George's lady meets with an accident ble bread and water, our virtuous slumbers, which proves fatal ; and thus the lovers, and our useful days to be invaded, crushed, after a decent period of widowhood, are and calcitrated by the iron boot-heel of ar at length united. The hero of “ The Loverogance and audacity ?-(Cheering.) No! Match" is the son of a dissenting, clergyfreedom is like the air we breathe, without man in the West of Scotland, who rears a it we die! No! every man's cell is his family of thirteen children upon a scanty castle. By the law we live here; and stipend of £40 a year. These tales do not should not all that live by the law, die by abound in incident; but they are pervadthe law ? Now, gentlemen, a generaled by a strain of pathetic simplicity which cheer : here's liberty, property, and purity renders them deeply interesting. of principle !-(Cheering.)” It is with no slight feeling of satisfaction,
Miss Spence's tales of " How to be Rid that, after a lapse of several years, we hail of a Wife,” and the “ Lily of Annandale," the appearance of another historical ro.
(two volumes which were slightly intro mance, " Duke Christian of Luneburg, or
duced to the readers of the Belle Assemblée Traditions from the Hartz," from the pen authoress, inserted, with a portrait, in the
in the course of the memoir of their fair of that amiable and admirable writer, Miss Jane Porter. To this lady we are indebt number for last month), are distinguished, ed for almost a new species-a species the first by the singularity of the biographi. delightful and instructive as it was new
cal incident on which it is founded, and .-of literary fiction—the "Great Un
the second by features of a more romantic known,” great us is his fame, is only ment to an anecdote which is related of
and poetic cast. The first gives developa follower in her wake. Referring to the
one of the Dukes of Chandos, to the effect ancestry of our beloved Sovereign, to whom it is dedicated, the scene of the pre- from an impulse of humanity, succeeded in
that the nobleman alluded to, having first, sent production is laid in the age that im- rescuing a young and amiable, but rustic mediately succeeded the Reformation ; a period in which all Europe laboured under female, from the barbarities of a coarse and the most powerful religious excitement. tyraunical husband, was at length induced, Duke Christian is a hero of a spirit most upon the death of that husband, and after truly chivalric ; and, in the progress of his giving the fair one a suitable education, to adventures, he is associated, or comes in yield himself to the united charms of her contact with, nearly all the distinguished person, her heart, and her mind, and to characters of the times. The picture of make her bis Duchess. The second is a the English court in the reign of James 1. tragic love story of the Scottish border, is very ably drawn; much discrimination and contiguous parts of Cumberland. A of character is displayed ; and the more ro
short extract, comprizing the final sentenmaptic incidents connected with the tender
ces of the “ Lily of Annandale,” will afpassion are developed in all that delicate ford a specimen of Miss Spence's style, and soul-thrilling pathos which we have and of the tone of feeling which her vos
lumes discover :been accustomed to admire in the writer's earliest efforts. Altogether, the work is
• Many years had rolled away, and all
recollection of Fleming was lost, except finely, nobly and beautifully written.
when Helen's disastrous story was revived, * Sir Andrew Sagittarius, or The Perils and her grave was visited by the curious trava of Astronomy," io three volumes, is an eller, who heard with tearful eye, the melanamusing though not very well written book, choly fate of one so young and beautiful. abounding in light and playful satire.
. It was more than twenty years after A volume, entitled " Tales and skelches these tragical events took place, that a of the West of Scotland,” by Christopher stranger, wrapt in a cloak, was seen bendKeelivine, consists of two tales : “ Mary ing with feeble steps, wasted form, and hagOgilvie,” and “ The Love-Match ;" and, gard eyes toward the grave of Helen. what the author terms a “ Sketch of Chan. • A peasant passing homeward, with cuges.” In the first of these, George, a young rious gaze, noticed his steps, as another man of fortune, returns from off his travels stranger, of more humble guise appeared to just as Mary Ogilvie, a lovely girl for watch at a short distance, with anxious and wbom, though of an inferior station, be had respectful look, the person who with mournlong entertained a boyish fondness, is on ful aspect tottered along. the point of bestowing her hand with re "Still and solemn was the scene ; on the luctance upon another. His mind is agi- grave wild flowers sprung, mingling with tated by contending passions-love for the long grass which in dewy drops waved Mary, and a dread of incurring the scorn over the silent stone. and ridicule of the world. The latter pre In mournful attitude, the stately figure. tails; and, in a state bordering op dis- with bended knee and upraised hands, lung traction, be attends the marriage of his over the grave; but soon, with a piercing