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So fearful was the sound and stern, The slumbers of the full-gorged erne Were startled, and from furze and fern,

Of forest and of fell,

The fox and famish'd wolf replied,
(For wolves then prowl'd the Cheviot side,)
From mountain head to mountain head
The unhallow'd sounds around were sped;
But when their latest echo fled,
The sorceress on the ground lay dead.

And thus winds up the Fifth Canto.

In the Sixth and last Canto, Harold reaches the Castle of the Seven Shields, enters its gate, perambulates its courts and halls, and makes some reflections on 'woman's perfidy,' on coming across the skeletons of the seven 'witchbrides.' Gunnar takes on him the defence of the sex, and says, with earnestness and emotion,

I could tell of woman's faith
Defying danger, scorn, and death.

Firm was that faith-as diamond stone
Pure and unflaw'd-her love unknown,
And unrequited; firm and pure,
Her stainless faith could all endure,
From clime to clime-from place to place--
Through want and danger, and disgrace,
A wanderer's wayward steps could trace.--
All this she did, and guerdon none
Required, save that her burial-stone
Should make at length the secret known.
Thus hath a faithful woman done.-
Not in each breast such truth is laid,
But Eivir was a Danish maid.-

Harold calls him a wild enthusiast,' yet confesses that could such an one be found,

Her's were a faith to rest upon.
But Eivir sleeps beneath her stone,
And all resembling her are gone.

They, then, couched them on the floor,

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Until the beams of morning glow'd.' Lord Harold, however, rose an alter'd man.' He had had a dismal dream, which, as soon as they had cleared out of the castle, he relates. Among other things, he states that the spirit of his father Witikind had appeared to him, and revealed himself as the one, who, in the guise of a palmer, had watched over his fate, being doomed, as well for his son's sins as his own,

'A wanderer upon earth to pine,
Until his son shall turn to grace,
And smooth for him a resting place.'

The old gentleman, he adds, had hinted, too, that Gunnar,

'Must in his lord's repentance aid.' But he appears much perplexed to conjecture how.

Soon marking that he had lost his glove, he sends Gunnar back to the tower to look for it.

Gunnar had heard his lord's relation, with no ordinary interest; But when he learn'd the dubious close, He blushed like any opening rose, And, glad to hide his tell-tale cheek, When soon a shriek of deadly dread Hied back that glove of mail to seek ; Summon'd his master to his aid.

Harold hurries to his assistance, and finds him in the grasp of a fiend in the form of Odin, the Danish war god. After a short parley, in which the demon claims Gunnar as Eivir,' for his own,

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He placed her on a bank of moss,
A silver runnel bubbled by,
And new-born thoughts his soul engross,
And tremors yet unknown across

His stubborn sinews fly;
The while with timid hand the dew
Upon her brow and neck he threw,
And mark'd how life with rosy hue
On her pale cheek revived anew,
Inly he said, "That silken tress,
And glimmer'd in her eye.
What blindness mine that could not guess,
Or how could page's rugged dress
O, dull of heart, through wild and wave,
That bosom's pride belie?
In search of blood and death to rave,'
With such a partner nigh!'

XVIII.

Then in the mirror'd pool he peer'd, Blamed his rough locks and shaggy beard, The stains of recent conflict clear'd

And thus the champion proved, That he fears now who never fear'd, And loves who never loved.

And Eivir-life is on her cheek,
And yet she will not move or speak,
Nor will her eyelid fully ope;
Perchance it loves, that half-shut eye,
Through its long fringe, reserved and shy,
Affection's opening dawn to spy;
And the deep blush, which bids its dye
Q'er cheek, and brow, and bosom fly,
Speaks shame-facedness and hope.
XIX.

But vainly seems the Dane to seek
For terms his new-born love to speak-
For words save those of wrath and
wrong,
Till now were strangers to his tongue;
So, when he raised the blushing maid,
In blunt and honest terms he said-
("Twere well that maids, when lovers woo,
Heard none more soft, were all as true,)
"Eivir! since thou for many a day
Hast follow'd Harold's wayward way,
It is but meet that in the line
Of after-life I follow thine.
To-morrow is St. Cuthbert's tide,
And we will grace his altar's side,

A Christian knight and Christian bride;

And of Witikind's son shall the marvel be said,
That on the same morn he was christen'd and

wed."

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It were a pity that so innocent an ambition should not be gratified !-but as to every moral and rational purpose, Ennui might as well have been playing the jew's-harp; and, though it be not material over what listlessness shall yawn, it is to be apprehended that some who read for improvement, may, by inadvertently overlooking the preface, be led a wild-goose chase through the whole volume.

Should we be interrogated, in turn, as to the motive that could induce us to devote so many pages to so unprofitable a subject, we can merely say, that as there are some inordinate appepites, that can only be cured by a surteit,

VOL, I. NO. III,

we were determined to serve up this broad-shouldered barbarian, like a ' roasted Manning-tree ox,' to the epicures in Epic. If this do not answer the purpose, we have no doubt that Scott or Byron will elaborate something, by and by, that will nauseate them.

We the more lament this perversion of taste in the 'reading public,' that com→ pels a writer, who aims at popularity, to adopt so uncouth a style of character, language, scenery, and sentiment, as we are convinced that, but for this restraint on his genius and better propensities, our author would have produced a much more interesting and edifying performance. Where he loses sight of his models, and resigns himself to his own fancy, in an occasional digression, he discovers traits of a truly poetic imagination.

As an evidence of his felicity of thought and expression, when he indulges the bent of his inclination, we will there is a playfulness of manner and a quote his Introductory stanzas, in which freedom of mind, that hold out a hope of happier results to more legitimate efforts.

There is a mood of mind we all have known,

On drowsy eve, or dark and low'ring day, When the tired spirits lose their sprightly tone, And nought can chase the lingering hours Dull on our soul falls Fancy's dazzling ray,

away.

And Wisdom holds his steadier torch in vain, Obscured the painting seems, mistuned the lay, Nor dare we of our listless load complain,

For who for sympathy may seek that cannot tell
of pain?

The jolly sportsman knows such drearihood,
When bursts in deluge the autumnal rain,
Clouding that morn which threats the heath,
çock's brood;

Of such, in summer's drought, the anglers
plain,
Who hope the soft mild southern shower in vain ;

But more than all the discontented fair, Whom father stern, and sterner aunt, restrain

From county-ball, or race occurring rare, While all her friends around their vestments gay

prepare.

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The amateur's blotch'd pallet thou may'st
claim,

Retort, and air-pump, threatening frogs and mice,
(Murders disguised by philosophic name,)
And much of trifling grave, and much of buxom
game.

Then of the books, to catch thy drowsy glance
Compiled, what bard the catalogue may quote!
Plays, poems, novels, never read but once ;-

But not of such the tale fair Edgeworth wrote,
That bears thy name, and is thine antidote;

And not of such the strain my Thomson sung, Delicious dreams inspiring by his note,

What time to Indolence his harp he strung;
Oh! might my lay be rank'd that happier list
among!

Each hath his refuge whom thy cares assail.
For me, I love my study-fire to trim,
And con right vacantly some idle tale,

Displaying on the couch each listless limb,
Till on the drowsy page the lights grow dim,

And doubtful slumber half supplies the theme; While antique shapes of knight and giant grim, Damsel and dwarf, in long procession gleam, And the Romancer's tale becomes the Reader's dream.

"Tis thus my malady I well may bear,

Albeit outstretch'd, like Pope's own Paridel,
Upon the rack of a too-easy chair;

And find, to cheat the time, a powerful spell
In old romaunts of errantry that tell,
Or later legends of the Fairy folk,
Or oriental tale of Afrite fell,

Of Genii, Talisman, and broad-wing'd Roc, Though taste may blush and frown, and sober reason mock.

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Oft at such seasons, too, will rhymes unsought
Arrange themselves in some romantic lay;
The which, as things unfitting graver thought,
Are burnt or blotted on some wiser day.
These few survive--and, proudly let me say,
Court not the critic's smile, nor dread his frown;
They well may serve to while an hour away,
Nor does the volume ask for more renown,
Than Ennui's yawning smile, what time she drops
it down.

Similar indications of the poet's powers may be gathered from some of the previous extracts which we have made. We are prevented, by want of room, as well as by the utter futility of his present production, from animadverting upon particular instances of the quaint and obsolete phraseology, inbarmonious versification, unnecessary and undignified variety of metre, and many other faults and absurdities, into which too servile an imitation of his prototypes has betrayed him. They are too prominent and obtrusive, indeed, to escape the most cursory observation. An opportunity will not, probably, be long wanting, to resume the consideration of the characteristics of the fashion. able romances in verse, and we shall not fail to improve it.

E.

ART. 2. A Valedictory, delivered at the Forum, on the 11th of April, 1817, on closing the first Session. By J P. C, Sampson, Esq. 8vo. pp. 23. Van Winkle, Wiley, & Co. New-York, 1817.

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ROM the occasion, on which this address was pronounced, and from its affinity with a style of eloquence, which seems to have acquired some popularity in this community, it derives an importance, which, on the ground of its own merits, it could scarcely claim. The society, before which it was delivered, was established early last winter, by a number of young gentlemen in this city, for the purpose of improvement in eloquence and the art of oratory. Its objects, of course, are worthy of all praise. From the interest, moreover, which it excited in the public mind, and the efforts, to which its members were consequently prompted, it appears likely to be rendered a

permanent institution, and become the school, in which are to be trained the future orators of this rising city. Most of the young men, who have fixed on New-York, as the theatre for the exercise of their talents; who are destined to supply with advocates her tribunals of justice, or represent her citizens in the legislatures of the state and nation, will probably contract the predominant style of their public speaking, from their exercises at the Forum, and model their eloquence according to the standard there established. Now this standard, we think, ought to be American. Every nation has some features of cha racter to distinguish it from every other, and to the peculiarities, which

constitute this distinction, and make the whole internal structure of society. Let the student of eloquence learn to think and to feel in unison with the constitution and laws of his country ;let him nourish his sentiments and feed his imagination by a contemplation of the disposition and manners of his countrymen, and carefully scrutinize the causes from which they proceed. Let him attentively observe the nature of the education which they receive, and the prevailing features of the scenery in which they dwell, over whom he wishes to acquire influence by his eloquence. These investigations, and a resort to these sources of thought and illustration, become important, according to the degree in which public opinion acts upon the condition of a community; and in a republic like ours, where all the elements of society are held together by the mere force of that opinion, it is a matter of the highest importance, that whatever is intended to touch that main-spring of the social economy immediately and with power, should be wholesome in its operation. Besides, if it were merely for the beauty of the spectacle, and the pleasure it would yield the imagination, without considering the wisdom or utility of not servilely copying others, we would have nations and individuals preserve their distinctive traits of character in all their original strength.

what is called the genius of a nation, ought the standard of taste, in every pursuit, to conform. The truth of this position is obvious in regard to the manners and customs of a country, and the general character of civil and domestic intercourse, which ought to be cherished, in order that the habits of thinking and feeling of a people, may co operate with the spirit of their political institutions and the wisdom of their rulers to give stability to their condition; and why is it not equally true when applied to literature and the fine arts? These have an important influence upon society, and by taking a tone of grateful conformity, they may contribute much to the permanency of those institutions, by which they have been protected and fostered. Indeed, any attempt to establish another standard, or any hope of eminence from such an attempt, must ultimately prove abortive; for it should seem, that all efforts to counteract the proper bias of national character, must prove as unwise and ineffectual, in any department of learning, and be attended with as much embarrassment and abuse, as would be, in politics, any endeavour to establish and enforce a system of policy, that should not be adapted to the situation, form of government, population, and resources of the state. But, notwithstanding the necessity of Let them enlarge their knowledge ultimate failure in such an attempt, yet and augment their wisdom by obseras the genius of a nation may not be vation and reflection upon the examat once understood, especially during ples of others, but let them not wish to its early periods, while its character, assume their peculiarities, or undertake from most eyes, lies hid in its elements, to transfer, by tale, accidents of charmuch study and sagacity are requisite acter. Over these original and pecuwisely to adjust a standard of taste, or liar traits, let arts, and letters and scia system of policy. Now, as in poli- ence, throw all their refinement, and tics, so in literature, certainly in those pour all their illumination; but let them departments more immediately con- retain their identity. Let the field of nected with the welfare of society, as human nature present all that boundeloquence, the most successful mode of less and beautiful variety, which perarriving at excellence, will be found to vades and adorns the physical world. consist in a careful and thorough inves- We would, indeed, have nations and tigation of the political institutions of individuals all acknowledge and obey the country, the spirit of the laws, and the same fundamental principles of

right and wrong, as the physical world, the days of Burke and Sheridan and throughout its sublime extent, conforms Langrishe, have gone by,—their counto the same fundamental laws originally trymen seem to have neglected their impressed on matter; but let none of bright example, forgotten their wisdom, the fine features of mind and character and ceased to cherish their authenbe obliterated, or defaced, or lose any tic fire,' while extravagance of sentiof their relief by a slavish imitation. ment, intemperance of feeling, and an Fortunately, we can urge these senti- unnatural ecstasy of phrase, too much ments with the more propriety and countenanced by Curran, have at zeal, inasmuch as the ingredients of our length, with bad taste and Phillips, benational character less need a change come the favourites of the day. Against or a different combination, than they the introduction of this style of elodo assiduous cultivation, to furnish to quence into our country, to debauch other climes and after ages a magnifi- the taste of our orators and pollute our cent example for their instruction and schools, or degrade the dignity of the applause. These sentiments do not American bar, and violate the decodeny the expediency of contemplating rum of our legislative assemblies, we the character of others, or of studying will raise our voice, feeble as it is, and the elements of their greatness, and the though not one echo ever reach us. means by which they have acquired It is not fitted to our use; it is not suitdistinction, especially if they have any ed to the sober, home-bred, industrious important traits common to both. On character of our orderly republicans. this ground, the oration of the ancient It is a kind of eloquence that has no orators are eminently appropriate as basis in sound practical wisdom, and models for the study of our countrymen; no respectability or weight of characfor although the state of society be dif- ter to command confidence. It is not ferent now, and here, from what it was calculated to produce wholesome conin the days of Demosthenes or Cicero, victions, on great occasions of public and though the mass of the people emergency, or to assist in strengthening then, were an ignorant, capricious, the foundations of national grandeur. vicious multitude, wholly destitute of If what Cicero has said, be true, ' sapithe essential republican character, yet entiam, sine eloquentiâ, parum prodesse the prevailing tenor of the admirable civitatibus,' what he has added, is no harangues of those masters of persua- less so, eloquentiam, sine sapientiâ, sion, is entirely in unison with the en- nimium obesse plerumque, prodesse lightened genius of our political insti- nunquam;' and when so much better tutions, and well fitted to confirm our models abound, we, in this country, independence of principle, while at the who profess to make real utility the same time they impart the temperate standard of value, surely will not turn spirit of rational, regulated liberty. from gold to dross, from bullion to tinThey were not demagogues, in the sel. We have, among our own citimodern acceptation of the term, but zens, on our own soil, of native prosober, though resolute patriots, the duction, as bright examples of genuine friends of order and subordination; eloquence as can be boasted by any who loved the people, but were faithful people of any age; and let not misto the state. Great Britain, also, guided ambition, or perverted taste, abounds in models, not surpassed by the make one effort to withdraw our AmeGreek or Roman, the faithful study of rican youth from these pure and living which, would contribute to elevate the fountains, from which have flowed character of our eloquence, and impart streams of as divine eloquence as ever to it a congenial influence. Ireland, too, refreshed and elevated the human soul. has furnished such models; but, alas, How incongruous, how ludicrous would

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