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that interval, have made good his in their cellars from the shots that retreat into Sweden. But the reluc, still had left many a fracture on the tance to leave Germany was strong front of the buildings, exactness was upon him at all times. In addition not to be expected. But the battle to this, he was now master of a city; seems to have begun about mid-day, the sea was at his back; the state and to have continued with despeof Germany was hourly fluctuating; rate determination till three or four and his position still served as a in the afternoon. The Dutch divirallying point, if the old genius of sion advanced to the great gate, and Prussia was at length to shake the were repeatedly driven back. Gratien, ashes from her head. Such might however, was responsible to a master have been among the motives for who never forgaye, and the assault this apparent imprudence in a man was continued under the fire of who had hitherto taken his mea- Schill's only battery. The Danes sures with equal conduct and intre- were embarked in some gun-boats, pidity. In this period of inaction and landed on the unprotected side he appears to have lost his habi- of the town. It was said that their tual temper, and, like Richard be- red uniforms deceived the Prussians, fore Bosworth, to have given an and that they were looked on as Briill omen by his melancholy. He was tish troops coming to their assistance. said to have indulged in drinking, This attack took Schillin flank, and to exhibit altogether the aspect and his purpose, from this time, was of a man expecting ruin. But in obviously to sell his life as dearly his dejection he omitted none of the as he could. His corps were grausual arrangements for defence. He dually forced from the square, down a set the peasants at work upon the narrow street leading to the sea-gate, approaches to the town, collected which I often trod with the sentiammunition, planted a battery to ments not unnatural to the spot command the principal entrance, I where a hero and a patriot fell. The believe, borrowing the guns from the struggle here was long and bloody, merchant ships, and seems to have from the narrow front which the neglected nothing but the means of enemy were compelled to observe. retreat.

The Prussians were finally pushed Stralsund is a city of much interest through the gate, and the engagefor its share in the “ thirty years ment ceased without their surrenwar ;” and Wallenstein, the won- der. Gratien's loss was supposed der of arms in his day, brought to exceed two thousand in killed and. some disgrace on the standard of wounded. A striking instance of his imperial master, by his repulse the gallantry of his opponents, whose before the walls. Its position ren- force did not equal half the number. ders it the key of Pomerania, on the Of Schill nothing had been known side of Sweden, and the Crown Prince for some time before the close of was now busy in repairing its for- the battle. He had exposed himself tifications to cover his retreat, if the with conspicuous bravery during the campaign should turn in favour of day, and had been twice wounded. Napoleon. It has a tolerable com- About an hour after the square was merce, and some of its buildings ex- taken, he was seen standing on the hibit the old ponderous magnificence steps of a house in the narrow street, of the time when German traders with the blood streaming down his made head against princes. The prin- face, and cheering the troops with cipal streets are wide, and the square his sabre waving. In the confusion in the centre, which serves, as in of the next charge he disappeared. all the German towns, for all ima- In the evening he was found under ginable public purposes,--a mart, a a heap of dead near the steps, with parade, and a place of justice,-has two musquet wounds on his body, the picturesque look of English ar- and a sabre cut on his forehead. chitecture in the days of Elizabeth. The remnant of his band of heroes, It was in this spot that Schill drew chiefly cavalry, had retreated to a up his reserve on the morning of the neighbouring field, and were there attack. Among the accounts of the found exhausted and unable to move fight, to be received from persons farther. An adjutant of General who, during the day, were hiding Gratien, sent out to propose their sure

render, was answered that they had escape on the way through Gerdetermined not to receive quarter. many, but twenty-two, by one acSome messages

followed between count, and twelve or fourteen by anothem and the general, but they re- ther, remained to glut the tyrant's fused to give up their swords while appetite for murder. They were Schill lived. On their being told of taken to a field on the glacis of his fall, they obtained leave to send Wesel, and there, standing in a two officers to see the body. The line behind each other, each shot the officers were brought to the hall comrade before him, the last shootwhere the corpse had been drawn ing himself. Two sons of General from the slaughter: they recognised Wedel, the Prussian, were among it at once, and at the sight burst the victims. This was said to be into lamentations and tears. On the sole act of Napoleon ; those their taking back this melancholy young soldiers were subjects of Prusintelligence, the cavalry, then re- sia, and amenable only to their own duced to a small number, sürren- sovereign. It is next to impossible dered at discretion.

to avoid a feeling of indignation and The further history of these brave abhorrence at the nature which could men is almost still more melancholy. have thus rioted in gallant blood; A generous enemy, or even any man and hoping that, sunk and punished with a human heart would have ho- as their enemy is at this hour, he noured their devoted gallantry.--But may be destined to exhibit a still Napoleon ordered them for execution. deeper example of justice to the They were taken to Wesel, and world.* the only favour which they could The following is the translation of obtain, was that of dying by each a popular song, which I met in the other's hands. Some had made their original in Mecklenburg ;


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Es zog aus Berlin ein muthiger Held.
Who burst from Berlin with his lance in his hand ?
Who ride at his heel, like the rush of the wave?
They are warriors of Prussia, the flower of the land,
Andris Schill leads them on to renown, and the grave.
Six hundred they come, in pomp and in pride,
Their chargers are fleet, and their bosoms are bold,
And deep shall their lances in vengeance be dyed,
Ere those chargers shall halt, or those bosoms be cold.
Then, through wood and through mountain, their trumpet rang

And Prussia's old banner was waved to the sun,
And the yager in green, and the blue musketeer,
By thousands they rose, at the bidding of one.
What summond this spirit of grandeur from gloom?
Was he call’d from the camp, was he sent from the throne ?
'Twas the voice of his country—it came from his tomb,
And it rises to bless his name, now that he's gone.
Remember him Dodendorf: yet on thy plain
Are the bones of the Frenchmen, that fell by his blade ;-
At sunset they saw the first flash of his vane,
By twilight, three thousand were still as its shade.
Then, Domitz, thy ramparts in crimson were dyed,
No longer a hold for the tyrant and slave.
Then to Pommern he rush'd, like a bark on the tide,

The tide has swept on to renown and the grave.
• We would not make any change willingly in any communication from so valued a
correspondent as the author before us. But he is a classical man, and we would simply
ask him whether—" Parcere victis, debellare superbis," is not a precept as heroic as it
is classical..ED.

Fly slaves of Napoleon, for vengeance is come;
Now plunge in the earth, now escape on the wind;
With the heart of the vulture, now borrow its plume,
For Schill and his riders are thundering behind.
All gallant and gay they came in at the gate,
That gate that old Wallenstein proudly withstood,
Once frowning and crown'd, like a King in his state,
Though now its dark fragments but shadow the flood.
Then up flash'd the sabre, the lance was couch'd low,
And the trench and the street were a field and a grave;
For the sorrows of Prussia gave weight to the blow,
And the sabre was weak in the hand of the slave.
Oh Schill! Oh Schill! thou warrior of fame!
In the field, in the field, spur thy charger again ;
Why bury in ramparts and fosses the flame
That should burn upon mountain, and sweep over plain!
Stralsund was his tomb; thou city of woe !
His banner no more on thy ramparts shall wave;
The bullet was sent, and the warrior lies low,
And cowards may trample the dust of the brave.
Then burst into triumph the Frenchman's base soul,
As they came round his body with scoff and with cry,
“ Let his limbs toss to heaven on the gibbet and pole,
In the throat of the raven and dog let him lie.”
Thus they hurried him on, without trumpet or toll,
No anthem, no pray'r echoed sad on the wind,
No peal of the cannon, no drum’s muffled roll,
Told the love and the sorrow that linger'd behind.
They cut off his head—but your power is undone ;
In glory he sleeps, till the trump on his ear
In thunder shall summon him up to the throne;
And the tyrant and victim alike shall be there.
When the charge is begun, and the Prussian hussar
Comes down like a tempest with steed and with steel,
In the clash of the swords, he shall give thee a prayer,
And his watchword of vengeance be " Schill, brave Schill !"



PARTICULARLY HIS “MELMOTH.” We consider ourselves in some mortality “ Unbribed” too, it is to degree culpable for having so long be feared, it “ left Hibernia's land,” deferred some notice of a writer who for Montorio did but little, and the has, in its various departments, oc- Wild Irish Boy and the Milesian still cupied such a space in contemporary less. To this unpropitious baptism, literature as Mr. Maturin. How- however, their ill success is principally ever, the rapid succession of his attributable ; for undoubtedly, the productions in some degree dimi- same wild genius, which has flashed nishes our reproach, by rendering a splendour around the muse of Berthe present period as suitable as tram, flits occasionally amid the any other, for the consideration of ruined abbeys and spectral creations his pretensions. It is now, we be- of Montorio. It is impossible to lieve, some years since he appeared read this last romance without bebefore the public, under the unin- ing struck with the powerful capaviting appellation of Jasper Murphy, a bilities of its author. Full of inci

. name in itself alınost an insurmount- dent, striking, though incredibleable impediment to fashionable im- fruitsul in imagination, perverted,

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but magnificent, it covers its extra- is too sublime for penetration even tagance and its paradox with a robe the veil that shadows them is too of eloquence sufficient to adorn, if intensely bright for human vision to not to hide, its manifold infirmities. gaze upon and live. Mr. Maturin, In the language of Mr. Maturin, in- perhaps, imagines that, because his deed, many of his errors find a spe- hand consecrated he may touch cies of redemption—it is clearly the the ark; but he should remember, phrase of an informed mind, often that its possession was a trust, and elevated, but seldom inflated-copi- its home was the temple. There ous, and at times, perhaps, even exists throughout his writings a conredundant, but totally divested of tinual dalliance with other subjects meagreness and vulgarity. It is at of the same class, though of less once classical and natural, teeming solemn import. The novel writer with allusions which “ smell of the has world enough without encroach' lamp," and with graces to be aceing on these confines. The passions, quired only in good society—it is the dispositions, adventures, and variediction of a man who has groped all ties of man-the pleasures and perday amid the dust of the learned, plexities of life-the countless modiand shaken it off at night on the fications of human character-the threshold of the drawing-room. His vices, virtues, incidents, and phelanguage, however, is almost the nomena of earth, leave no excuse for only symptom which he deigns to any intrusion on the topics of eternigive of ever having either studied, ty—in our most solemn hours we are or associated with, humanity. He not serious enough to estimate them glories in cavems---falls in love with -in our gayest, we should never, goblinsbecomes naturalized amid for a moment even, forget them; ruins, and revels in the grave. The but they are too real for romance, Devil is a prodigious favourite with and too sacred for pastime. There Mr. Maturin. He is a principal is no sectarian rigidness in these refigure in all his performances; and remarks. We can enjoy, as much as his sable majesty must be uncompro- any one, the ideal, but

amusing, world mising indeed, if he feels not com- of the novelist.“ We also have pensated by the poem and the ro- dreamed sweet dreams in the visionmance for the occasional and pro- ary bower, and wooed the “ airy fessional ill usage of the pulpit. It shape,” and wrapt our senses in the is, perhaps, not generally known, substanceless elysium. And this we that, in the original outline of his po- have done, and hope to do again, pular tragedy, Bertram, who was, in without any fear that we are incurthe hands of Mr. Kean, the prince ing punishment, or accumulating of misanthropes, was, in Mr. Matu- guilt. But far are we from ridiculrin's conception, the prince of dark- ing the scruple which dissents from ness ;” and, under the appellation of us we respect even the idle prejuthe Black Knight, plunged the whole dice, if it be honest, and should condramatis

persone into the crater of siderourselves guilty of little less than Vesuvius! A noble poet, however, a crime, did we make faith, however to whom the tragedy was entrusted, fastidious, the subject of reproach. protested against any invasion of his We are far from sanctioning the monopoly; but old predilections are blasphemous amalgamation of relinot easily eradicated, and the author gion and romance; and though we bow is scarcely yet persuaded that the with delight before the spell of the devil, to be consistent, must have enchanter, his fanciful creations would damned his tragedy.

lose all their potency, if the wand To be serious, however, we con- which awoke them was torn from a sider this as one of the author's most pulpit, and the hand which waved it objectionable propensities. There are was that of an apostle. There are some subjects too sacred, and some many in the world who carry this too accursed, for familiarity. The feeling farther, and object altogether name before which the world bends, to the interference of clergymen in and the name at which the world these pursuits. They think it proshudders, are not the legitimate to-fanes the sanctity of the character, pics of romance. Their interest is and consider any approach to the too awful for contact-their mystery gay regions of fancy, or of faslıion, as



forbidden by the more solemn avoca- nately the sectarian or the sensualist. tions of their office. Perhaps, how. The German school had taught us ever, this objection is too rigid. If to endure much. The mixture of senany relaxation is to be allowed to timent and crime--of nature and diasuch men, and religion is not so bolism--of pathos and villany, all con“ harsh and crabbed" as to deny it, founded together by the hand of gewe cannot conceive a relaxation, at nius, had also in some degree cononce more innocent, and more elegant, founded our judgment and our pasthan that which the blandishments of sions, and made it difficult to conliterature present to them. Nay more, demn where there was so much to we can fancy them, in such pursuits, admire. When we beheld Mrs. seconding, and not unsuccessfully, the Haller, and heard her provocation, more sacred objects of their calling. and thought on her youth, and saw There are thousands upon thousands the bitter tears of her repentance, whose eyes will become suffused, our hearts were too busy to let us and whose hearts will be softened, dwell on her criminality. This was by the moral interest of a play or a bad enough, but still there was some poem, whose ears would be closed decorum in her guilt--all who menwith wax to the monotonous me- tioned, shuddered at it-it was the mento mori of an homily. Few men result of deep laid artifice and fraud; think the worse of Bishop Hoadley and even the victim in her very fall for having written a play, or of Mr. believed herself as much “ sinned Home's moral character for the fine against, as sinning."-But it was repoetry of Douglas: the Christian served for Mr. Maturin to introduce must be much more ascetic than adultery almost before the curtain charitable who would visit the “ Re- an adultery committed in the face of a venge” as a sin on Doctor Young, providential interference for the preor postpone the decorated morality servation of the criminal—an adulof the “ Night Thoughts” to the or- tery deduced not more from the inthodox drawl of many a “ drum Ec- citement of sexual passion than from clesiastic."

the deadly and revolting instigation But to the performance of all such of revenge ; agreed upon by the works, coming indeed from any one, parties, in the hearing of the audibut more especially from a minister ence; and afterwards not detected, of the gospel, we would annex the or discovered, but shamelessly proindispensable condition, not only of a claimed by the adultress herselt, tellmoral effect, but that such effecting all mankind that she had been should be produced by means the true to her appointment that most unexceptionable. It is no excuse for a life of pleasure lusciously They met in madness, and in guilt they

parted. represented, and tricked out in all the brilliant colouring which genius There can be no palliation or apocan bestow on it, that its inevitable logy for this. The beauty of the end is penitence and affliction--it is language, the splendour of the imano apology for the painted display of gery, the strength of the descripadultery, or seduction, that its artifi- tions, only serve to aggravate it. The cial tints should be finally washed flowers, beneath which such turaway by the tears of the criminal- pitude is sought to be concealed, there are but too many minds from are worse than the dead-sea fruits which the precept will fade, without which tempt and fall to ashes—they carrying away with it the prurient survive and poison. This is our introduction by which it was incul- most serious charge against Mr. Macated. Whether this ought to be so, turin. For his theological discusis another question, but the constitu- sions, perhaps, excuses may be sugtion of human nature cannot, by us gested--we can imagine, but do not at least, be altered. Our difference admit them. Works like these are with Mr. Maturin, in this respect, is not their proper theatre-a novel is two-fold. We object to him, that, no place for a polemical disquisition in some instances, he is too much the acerbities of sects, and the the divine--in others, not enough so subtleties of theologians, are quite that, when he is not controvert. opposed to the levities of a romance--ing, he is seducing --that he is alter, they are like the passing of a thun


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