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bour gossips, starting from their gin- fect till it had reached its final destigerbread and whisky
stands, and clus. nation, the youth's own meatus auditering round him, astounded the ears torius ; and that for others, the scold's and senses of the ill-starred aggressor ! passionate outcry did not verbally difA tangle-kuot of adders, with all its fer from the usual outcries of a scold heads protruded towards him, would in a passion: Yet there was a some not have been more terrific. Reeling thing in the yell and throttle of the with surprise and shame, with the basket-woman's voice so horrific, that look and gesture of a child, that, ha- the general laugh, which had spread ving whirled till it was giddy-blind, is round at the young man's expense, now trying to stop itself, he held out was suspended. The passengers halta his purse, which the grinning scolded, as wonder-struck ; and when they with one snatch transferred to her own moved on, there was a general murpocket. At the sight of this peace mur of disgust and aversion. offering, the circle opened, and made The student MAXILIAN--for he it way for the young man, who instant- was, and no other, who, following his ly pursued his course with as much nose, without taking counsel of his celerity as the fulness of the street, eyes, had thus plunged into conflict and the dread of a second mishap, with the old woman's wares-though would permit. The flame of Irish he could attach no sense or meaning wrath soon languishes and goes out, to the words he heard, felt himself, when it meets with no fuel from res nevertheless, seized with involuntary sistance. The rule holds true in ge- terror, and quickened his steps, to get neral. But no rule is of universal ap- as soon as possible out of the crowd, plication; and it was far from being who were making their way to the verified by the offended principal in pleasure-gardens, the Vauxhall of the this affray. Unappeased, or calling in Irish metropolis, and whose looks and her fury only to send it out again con- curiosity converged towards him. His densed into hate, the implacable bele anxious zig-zag, however, marked the dam hobbled after the youth, deter- desire of haste, rather than its attainmined that though she herself could ment: and still as he pushed and not keep up with him, yet that her winded through the press of the vacurses should, as long at least as her rious gay parties, all in holiday finery, throat and lungs could supply powder he heard a whispering and murmurfor their projection. Alternately push- ing, “ The poor young man! Out on ing her limbs onward, and stopping the frantic old hag!". The ominous not so much to pant as to gain a ful- voice and the wicked looks which the crum for a more vehement scream, she beldam seemed to project, together continued to pursue her victim with with the voice and we are all, more “ vocal shafts," as Pindar has it, or or less, superstitious respecting looksbeş arşives éumeno berç i.e. spitting fire like had given a sort of sentimental turn to a wet candle-wick, as Aristophanes ! this ludicrous incident. The females
And well if this had been all-an regarded the youth with increasing intemperance, a gust of grazy canker- sympathy: and in his well-formed ed old age, not worth recording. But, countenance, (to which the expression alas! these jets and flashes of execra- of inward distress lent an additional tion no sooner reached the ears of the interest,) and his athletic growth, they fugitive, but they became articulate found an apology, and, for the mosentences, the fragments, it seemed, of ment, a compensation, for the awk. some old spell, or wicked witch• wardness of his gait, and the more rhyme :
than most unfashionable cut of his Ay!-run, run, run,
clothes. Off flesh, off bone !
It can never be proved, that no one Thou Satan's son,
of the Seven Sleepers was a tailor by Thou Devil's own!
trade; neither do I take on myself to Into the glass
demonstrate the affirmative. But this Pass The glass ! the glass,
I will maintain, that a tailor, disenThe crystal glass!
thralled from a trance of like duration,
with confused and fragmentary recolThough there is reason to believe lections of the fashions at the time he that this transformation of sound, like fell asleep, blended with the images the burst of a bomb, did not take ef- hastily abstracted from the dresses that passed before his eyes when he first the vine pencilling with delicate shan reopened them, might, by dint of con- dows the brow of a projecting rock of jecture, have come as near to a modish purest Alabaster, that here gleamed suit, as the ambulatory artist had done, through from behind the tendrils, and who made his circuit among the re- here glittered as the interspace. cesses of Macgillicuddy's Reeks, and Yes, gentle Reader !-the diction, for whose drapery the person of our similes, and metaphors, of the preluckless student did at this present ceding paragraph, are somewhat mottime perform the office of Layman.* ley and heterogene. I am myself A pepper-and-salt frock, that might aware of it. But such was the impresbe taken for a greatcoat, - but whe- sion it was meant to leave. A har. ther docked, or only out-grown, was mony that neither existed in the oriopen to conjecture ; a black satin ginal, nor is to be found in any porwaistcoat, with deep and ample flaps, traiture thereof, presents itself in the rimmed with rose-colour embroidery; exact correspondence of the one to the green plush smallclothes, that on one other. My friend Panourgos, late of limb formed a tight compress on the the Poultry Counter, but at present in knee joint, and on the other buttoned the King's Bench,-a descendant of midway round the calf of a manly and the Rabelaisean Panurge, but with a well-proportioned leg. Round his neck trick of Friar John in his composia frilled or laced collar with a ribbon tion-acted on this principle.
He round it, sufficiently alien indeed from sent an old coat to be dyed; the dyer the costume below, yet the only ar- brought it home blue and black : he ticle in the inventory and sum total of beat the dyer black and blue : and this, his attire that harmonized, or, as our he justly observed, produced a harpainters say, was in some keeping- mony. Discordia concors!—the motto, with the juvenile bloom, and mark, gentle Reader ! prefixed by the masgentle Reader! I am going to raise my ters of musical counterpoint, to the style an octave or more ]—and ardent gnarled and quarrelsome notes which simplicity of his face; or with the au- the potent fist of the Royal Amazon, burn ringlets that tempered the lustre our English Queen Bess, boxed into of his ample forehead !-Like those love and good neighbourhood on her fleecy cloudlets of amber, which no own virginals. Besides, I wished to writer or lover of sonnets but must leave your fancy a few seconds longer some time or other, in some sweet in the tyring-room. And here she Midsummer Night's Dream of poetic comes! The whole figure of the stuor sentimental sky-gazing, have seen dent-She has dressed the character to astray on the silver brow of the celes- a hair.—You have it now complete betial Dian! Or as I myself, once on a fore your mind's eye, as if she had time, in a dell of lazy Sicily, down a caught it flying. stony side t of which a wild vine was And in fact, with something like creeping tortuous, saw the tendrils of the feeling of one flying in his sleep,
The jointed image, or articulated doll, as large, in some instances, as a full-grown man or woman, which artists employ for the arrangement and probation of the drapery and attitudes of the figures in their paintings, is called Layman. POSTSCRIPT. Previously to his perusal of the several particulars of the student's tout-ensemble, I am anxious to inform the reader, that having looked somewhat more heedfully into my documents, I more than suspect that the piece, since it came from the hands of the Sartor of Macgillicuddy, had been most licentiously interpolated by genii of more mischievous propensities--the boni socii of the Etruscan and Samothracian breed ; the “ Robin Good Fellows” of England; the “ Good Neighbours” of North Britain ; and the “ Practical Jokers” of all places, but of special frequency in clubs, schools, and universities.
+ The author asks credit for his having, here and elsewhere, resisted the temptation of substituting“ zhose" for “ of which"-the misuse of the said pronoun relative “ whose,” where the antecedent neither is, nor is meant to be represented as, personal or even animal, he would brand, as one among the worst of those mimicries of poetic diction, by which imbecile writers fancy they elevate their prose—would, but that, to his vexation, he meets with it, of late, in the compositions of men that least of all need such artifices, and who ought to watch over the purity and privileges of their mothertongue with all the jealousy of high-priests, set apart by nature for the pontificate. Poor as our language is, in terminations and inflections significant of the genders, to destroy the few it possesses, is most wrongful.
the poor youth neither stopped nor Hapless Maxilian! hard was the stayed, till he had reached and pass. struggle between the tears that were ed into the shade of the alley of trees swelling into his eyes and the manly that leads to the gardens-his original shame that would fain restrain them. destination, as he sallied forth from Whitsunday was the high holiday of his own unlightsome rooms. And the year for him, the family festival scarcely, even now, did he venture to from which he had counted and chrolook up, or around him. The erup- nicled his years from childhood uption from the basket, the air-dance of wards. With this vision before him, cakes and apples, continued still be he had confined himself for the last fore bis eyes. In the sounds of distant four or five weeks to those feasts of glee he heard but a vibration of the hope and fancy, from which the guest inhuman multitudinous horse-laugh is sure to rise with an improved ap(årápuðu ar piles uz) at the street cor- petite: and yet had put into his purse ner. Yea, the restrained smile, or a larger proportion of his scanty althe merry glance of pausing or passe lowance than was consistent with the ing damsel, were but a dimmer reflec- humblest claims of the months ention of the beldam's haggish grin. suing. But the Whitsunday, the alba He was now at the entrance gate. dies, comes but once a-year-to keep Group after group, all in holiday at- it, to give it honour due,- he had tire, streamed forward. The music pinched close, and worked hard. Yes, of the wind instruments sounded from he was resolved to make much of himthe gallery ; and louder and thicker self, to indulge his genius, even to a came the din of the merry-makers bottle of claret,-a plate of French from the walks, alcoves, and saloon. olives, -or should he meet, as was not At the very edge of the rippling tide, improbable, his friend, Hunshman, I once saw a bag-net lying, and a poor the Professor of Languages-i. e. a fascinated haddock with its neb through middle-aged German, who taught one of the meshes : and once from the French and Italian : excellent, more. garrison at Villette, I witnessed a bark over, in pork, hams, and sausages, of Greece, a goodly Idriote, tall, and though the anti-judiac part of the lustily manned ; its white dazzling concern, the pork shop, was ostencotton sails all filled out with the sibly managed by Mrs Hunshman, breeze, and even now gliding into the and since her decease, by Miss Lusagrand port, (Porto Grande,) forced tia, his daughter-or should he fall to turn about and beat round into in with the Professor, and the fair the sullen harbour of quarantine.- Lusatia, why then, a bowl of Arrack Hapless Maxilian ! the havens of plea- punch, (it is the ladies' favourite, he sure have their quarantine, and re- had heard the Professor say, adding pel with no less aversion the plague with a smile, that the French called it of poverty. The Prattique boat hails, contradiction)—Yes, a bowl of punch, and where is his bill of health ? In a pipe-his friend, a townsman and the possession of the Corsair. Then maternal descendant of the celebrated first he recovered his thoughts and Jacob Behmen, had taught him to senses sufficiently to remember that smoke, and was teaching him Theohe had given away-to comprehend sophy-coffee, and a glass of Inniskiland feel the whole weight of his loss. len to crown the solemnity. In this And if a bitter curse on his malig- broken and parenthetic form did the nant star gave a wildness to the vexa- bill of fare ferment in the anticipator's tion, with which he looked upward, brain : and in the same form, with
some little interpolation, by way of Let us not blame him ; for against such gloss, for the Reader's information, chances
have we, sacrificing elegance of style to The heartiest strife of manhood is scarce faith of History, delivered it. proof.
Maxilian was no ready accountant; We may read constancy and fortitude To other souls—but had ourselves been
but he had acted over the whole exstruck,
penditure, had rehearsed it in detail, Even in the height and heat of our keen from the admission to the concluding wishing,
shilling and pence thrown down with It might have made our heart-strings jar, an uncounting air for the waiter. Volike his !
luptuous Youth ! Old Play.
But, ah! that fatal incursion on the Vol. XI.
apple-basket-all was lost! The brim- The pang was too recent, the blow too ming cup had even touched his lips— sudden. Fretfully striking the fireit left its froth on them, when it was spark into the nitred sponge, with dashed down, untasted, from his hand. glazed eye idly fixed, he transferred The music, the gay attires, the trip- the kindled fragment to his pipe. True ping step and friendly nod of woman, it is, and under the conjunction of the volunteer service, the rewarding friendlier orbs, when, like a captive smile-perhaps, the permitted pres- king, beside the throne of his youthful sure of the hand felt warm and soft conqueror, Saturn had blended his sulwithin the glove-all shattered, as so len shine with the subduing influences many bubbles, by that one malignant of the star of Jove, often had Maxilian shock! In fits and irregular pulses of experienced its truth—that locomotion, hurrying yet lingering, he forced himself alongside the gate, and
The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eye a magnifying power : with many a turn, heedless whither
Or rather he emancipates his eyes he went, if only he left the haunts and
From the black shapeless accidents of houses of men behind him, he reached sizeat length the solitary banks of the In unctuous cones of kindling coal, streamlet that pours itself into the bay Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's south of the Liffey. Close by, stood trim bole, the rude and massy fragment of an
His gifted ken can see inclosure, or rather the angle where
Phantoms of sublimity. the walls met that had once protected
MSS. a now deserted garden,
But the force and frequence with “ And still where many a garden-flower its successive volumes, were better suit
which our student now commingled
ed, in their effects, to exclude the acHere, beneath a bushy elder-tree, that tual landscape, than to furnish tint or had shot forth from the crumbling ruin, canvas for ideal shapings. Like Dissomething higher than midway from content, from amid a cloudy shrine of the base, he found a grassy couch, a her own outbreathing, he at length sofa or ottoman of sods, overcrept with gave vent and utterance to his feelings wild-sage and camomile. Of all his in sounds more audible than articuproposed enjoyments, one only remain- late, and which at first resembled notes ed, the present of his friend, itself al- of passion more nearly than parts of most a friend-a Meerschaum pipe, speech, but gradually shaped themwhose high and ample bole was filled selves into words, in the following soand surmounted by tobacco of Lusa- liloquy: tian growth, made more fragrant by « Yes! I am born to all mishap folded leafits of spicy or balsamic plants. and misery!- that is the truth of For a thing was dear to Maxilian, not it!Child and boy, when did it for what it was, but for that which it fall to my lot to draw king or bishop represented or recalled to him: and on Twelfth Night? Never! Jerry often, while his eye was passing, Sneak or Nincompoop, to a dead cer“O'er hill and dále, thro' CLOUDLAND, tainty! When did I ever drop my
bread and butter-and it seldom got gorgeous land !”
to my mouth without some such cirhad his spirit clomb the heights of cuit-but it fell on the buttered side ? Imaus, and descended into the vales of When did I ever cry, Head! but it Iran, on a pilgrimage to the sepulchre fell tail? Did I ever once ask, Even of Hafiz, or the bowers of Mosellara.
or odd, but I lost? And no wonder; Close behind him plashed and mur- for I was sure to hold the marbles so mured the companiable stream, beyond awkwardly, that the boy could count which the mountains of Wicklow hung them between my fingers ! But this floating in the dim horizon : while full is to laugh at! though in my life I before him rose the towers and pinna, could never descry much mirth in any cles of the metropolis, now softened laugh I ever set up at my own vexaand airy-light, as though they had tions, past or present. And that's anbeen the sportive architecture of air other step-dame trick of Destiny! My and sunshine. Yet Maxilian heard not, shames are all immortal! I do believe, saw not-or, worse still,
Nature stole me from my proper home, He saw them all, how excellently fair- and made a blight of me, that I might He saw, not felt, how beautiful they were. not be owned again! For I never get older. Shut my eyes, and I can find as forgivingly as I did with that sworn no more difference between eighteen familiar of hers, and Usher of the me and eight me, than between to-day Black Rod, my old schoolmaster, who and yesterday! But I will not remem- used to read his newspaper, when I ber the miseries that dogged my ear- was horsed, and flog me between the lier years, from the day I was first paragraphs! I would forgive her, I breeched! (Nay, the casualties, tears, say, if, like him, she would have taken and disgraces of that day I never can leave of me at the School Gate. But forget.) Let them pass, however- now, vir et togatus, a seasoned acadeschool-tide and holiday-tide, school mic—that now, that still, that everhours and play hours, griefs, blunders, more, I should be the whipping-stock and mischances. For all these I might of Destiny, the laughing-stock of Forpardon my persecuting Nemesis ! Yea, tune." I would have shaken hands with her,
[We must take Mr Coleridge as he chooses to offer himself. We certainly expected to have had a great deal more of this article for the present Number, when we sent the MS. to our Printer ; but we suppose
it may very safely be taken for granted that nobody will complain of us for opening our monthly sheets with a fragment indeed—but such a fragment as we are sure nobody but Mr Coleridge could have written.
In case there should be any reader of ours unfortunate enough never to have read Mr Coleridge's FRIEND, we strongly advise him to betake himself to that singular Storehouse of scattered genius, and make himself master of the beautiful letters in which the early history of Idoloclastes Satyrane's mind is displayed. He will then come with infinitely more advantage to the Historie and Gests of Maxilian, and their rich Prologomena.
Mr Coleridge will be behaving himself “something amiss," if we have not the continuation of these “ Select Chapters" ere next month.
Hast thou, in feverish and unquiet sleep,
Dreamt that some merciless dæmon of the air
Raised thee aloft, and held thee by the hair,
That by the utmost straining of thine eye,
Thou canst no base, no resting-place descry;
Suddenly parted thee, and left thee there,
Holding but by the finger-tips, the bare
To crumble 'neath thy touch ?-If so, I deein