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supposed it to be a convent, which con my approach, and in a maze of horror, jecture was strengthened by the approach as if I had beheld a visitant unveiled from of a priest proceeding towards it. As I the world of spirits, any gaze grew fixed had ever found the holy fathers to be social and frozen upon the face of Francesca and communicative, I accosted him, and Zamora ! began to make inquiries about the large As soon as the mist had passed from prison-looking abode before us. He in- my brain, and the stupor from my heart, formed me that it was not a convent, but I inquired of the keeper what he knew an asylumn for insanity, containing in- respecting her ; but the only information mates from many different parts of Spain; he could give amounted to this, that she and proffered his services to procure me had been brought to the neighbouring admission, in case I felt any curiosity to village by sume shepherds, who had found visit its cells. Although the exhibitions her wandering among the wild recesses of a madhouse are of the most painful of the mountains, half-famished with description, I felt a strong desire to behold hunger ; and as she could give no account them, even as we feel a fatal impulse to of herself whatever, and was evidently leap from the precipice into the gulf from labouring under mental derangement, she which the flesh shrinks and recoils. I had been received into the asylum, where therefore accepted the offer of my con

she had since remained in the state in ductor, and proceeded along with him to which I then beheld her. the asylum, whose massy portals opened I drew near and addressed her by name, at his call, and closed after us with a and tried, by every means I could devise, hoarse and sullen sound.

to awaken some slumbering recollection, Upon entering the drear abode, my ears and to strike some chord of her heart; were assailed with strange and discordant but all in vain. With a cold vacant gaze sounds, blending in wild chorus. The she regarded me for a moment, and then voice of laughter, " where laughter is noi bowed down her head as before, and sunk mirth,"—the groans of despair and shouts into a profound silence. I could endure of unearthly glee, echoed by the clanking the sight no longer, and quitted the mourn. of chains and the sound of the keeper's ful scene. Upon arriving at Lisbon, I lash, rung through that hell of human lost no time in transmitting an account of agony, whose dwellers, like the benighted what I had seen to the friends of Franblind, dwelt in darkness at noonday. cesca, and to Edwards. But the tale of There might be seen every species of sorrow never met his ear, for ere my letter mental aberration, — madness with its had arrived at the British camp he was

phantom crown” and fettered hands, far beyond the reach of bad news, -he -and melancholy,-deep, religious and had fallen in batile ! hopeless melancholy, struck into despair

Tales of Field 8. Flood. by the terrors of a world to comė, deeming itself already in the place of lost souls,

EXERCISE. and sitting mute in the blackness of dark

(For the Olio.) But who may unveil the visions that beset the maniac's cell, -perchance Mount, mount my blood! be bold my spirit! more wild and incongruous than the hor.

Wake rors that haunt our most fevered dreams! My heart thy merriest pulse! bear me, my The sights around me soon became so

limbs, intolerable that I was about to leave the

So buoyantly that my free feet shall seem

To wing me from a world, whose grov'ling place, when all at once there arose from a neighbouring cell a strain of music, at This matin sweet, these breezes, this broail sun first low and faint, as a sigh struggling And glorious scenery have assoil'd me from ! into sound, or such as breaks upon our Oh! to be blest with health, and (boon more dreams. I never heard its like before,

rich) and never shall again. If sorrow could That sickens not at waking; to go forth

To meet the morning splendours with an eye mingle with the songs of the blest, I might Rejoicing in sound strength-to feel the wind, have deemed it the anthem of a departed (Unfanged and turn'd to fragrance by the sun,) spirit; but no, it was a strain of earth, the

Salute the kindling cheek;—to hear the voice,

And view the various race that Labour, sire breathings of a woman's voice and of a

of happiest children, sends abroad: the hind broken heart, which longed to be at rest. With shirt stript up and brawny muscles bare, I could not intrude upon such sacred Poising his massive implements; the coita sorrow; but when at last the strain died

And ruddy matron swelling her short cloak,

Scarlet or purple, or more sombre grey, away into silence, I entered the cell, and

With the clean treasures of the weekly mart. in its dim light beheld a young female of The high blue sky that, like the costly frame exquisite symmetry sitting in an attitude Of some fair picture, girdles the rich scene, of deep dejection, with her brow resting Feathering and fleeting as the bridegroom sun

Changeful but always beautiful; the mist upon her hands. She raised her head at Withdraws the virgin veil from nature's face;




The forest trees that to the lively gale scarcely aware of what I was about, Shake their old boughs and scatter, 'mid a

drew on my trowsers, and followed him shower Of dewy pearls, myriads of birds to chaunt up the companion ladder, my teeth chatThe diapason of the skies; the hedge, tering with cold and apprehension. The Laced with the light and spangled gossamere; night was pitchy dark; and the ship, The soft green bank still shady, the cool dews Still safe but trembling for that fiercer hour,

close upon a wind, drove furiously Wben the meridian charioteers shall stoop

through the long heavy sea, occasionTo qualf them :-these are the delights that ally throwing up vast sprays from under

Bestows unask'd on man! ah, happy he,

her bows, and flooding her decks fore Would lie bę wise and understand how far,

and aft: sky above, and sea beneath, Far poorer are the transitory gifts

presented alike black and dismal muro That form the burthen of his fondest prayers. kiness, save a long line of phosphoric

Me this inspiring hour hath made anew ! radiance, which the vessel left behind Unthrall’d me from all pains, disburthen'd me her, and the momentary dismal brightFrom every sorrow, exorcised my soul Even from the shade of care, and planted these

ness that succeeded to the breaking of High thoughts but grateful, fancies wild but each long swell as it swept across her pure,

laboured track. The wind came in sulAnd unrestrained but not unhallow'd bliss !

len gusts, for a moment laying the ship Oh, mountains ! and ye woods that. Aling nearly on her broad side, and straiqing abroad

her every spar and timber in a fearful Your pomps,—the throne and canopy of Na

manner; and then dying away, left her ture, My breast expands, as if to shape itself

rolling and pitching in the trough of a In the vast mould of your sublimities ! tremendous sea. One of these squalls. Sing on, ye happy birds!. there's not a strain, had just spent itself as I put my head on The liveliest that quivers in your throats, But wakes a chord responsive in my heart!

deck, and the cross swell catching the Be glad, ye gales, for I have not a sigh ship on her weather quarter, bore her To taint your purity,-shine, glorious sun ! larboard bow under water ; but as sudFor I can greet thee with congenial smiles !

denly righting herself, the masts creaked.

and nodded, as though about to fall, the REEFING TOPSAILS-FOR THE sails (thrown back for the moment) flutFIRST TIME.

tered loosely against them with a treFrom the unpublished Journal of an Ex-Mid

mendous noise ; and the deluge of water shipman.

she had taken in forward descended For the Olio.

again to its parent source with the force

and noise of a.cataract. TOWARDS. midnight I had managed to My tormentor, the lieutenant, (Sellis), fall into an uneasy kind of dose, from immediately perceived me, and said, which I was aroused by a strange and “Ha, ha, shipmate, is it you ? come astounding clamour. The ship was lying jump into the mizen-rigging. Let go

the down nearly on her beam-ends, the waves topsail halyards !” he sung out in an rushed madly past her sides, and the wild authoritative tone. blast mourned shrilly and sadly on the Ay, ay, Sir!" respouded a gloomy night air, dashing the loose sails against voice. the masts with the noise of thunder ; while, I could scarcely see my hands before at intervals, the voices of the crew mingled me, but as remonstrance would only with, or rose above the elemental clamor. subject me to some new mortification, I. Presently, I recognized the voice of Sellis groped my way 10 the weather rigging; issuing a peremptory command. Instantly and when all else had began to ascend, there was a confused trampling of feet: I placed my feet in the lanyards, and overhead, a clattering of blocks and cautiously followed them to the topsail slackened cordage, and a voice, broken by yard. For the service I was of, I might a thousand fogs, dismally summoned, quile as well have remained on deck, “ All hands, reef topsails !

Absolute terror utterly incapacitated me I am not ashamed to confess that I clung from any exertion, save that of clinging to my hammock in considerable trepida- with convulsive tenacity to the yard. tion; but when the master-at-arms pre-. Suspended on the tottering spar over the sented himself at my side, and demanded, midnight and stormy sea-a false step• Why the h- I did not turn out ?" Í a. sudden yaw of the ship, might sweep fairly shivered with affright. “ Come, me into its inexorable vortex; and before come,” said he, rudely shaking me by I was missed, she might have passed the shoulders; every one that cracks miles on her trackless way. I thought a biscuit in this ship must do something of this, and my faculties and limbs seem• for it."

ed paralyzed. Resistance I knew to be wholly una When I again found myself safe in.' vailing ; I quitted my hammock, and, my hammock-,




(For the Olio.)

The snow was on the mountain side,
The gentle current céased to glide;
For Winter, with his chilling blast,
Had iced it as it rippled past,
And bound it in an iron chain,
To wait some summer hour again :
Yet oft there was a faint moonbeam,
Which ever and anon would gleam
Upon the fruzen track, and show
A span of light, o'er leagues of snow,
And served to make the desert shore
Look still more barren than before !

'Tis thus some hope will often steal

Along the soul, and be believed ;
Yet, as it withers, make it feel

More sad than when it first was grieved:
And now the faint and feeble ray

But came, 't would seem to fade away. The Alpine heights, that brave the skies, Look like tall pyramids of ice, At which the gazer's brow must bend, And marvel where that pile can end; Yet marvel more that for its base It has on earth a resting place;And it is now that silent hour di closing night, when thouglat has power To turn the soul from guilt and crime More than at any other time. The snow is pure, and human tread Has never press'd its virgin bed; But when the foot of man shall trace On its pale front his blighting pace, 'Twill leave upon its tint a stain That heaven alone caa cleanse again. And there is one fair maiden now, As pure as is that virgin snow, Yet when the foot of man shall stain With eager tread that frozen plain, The might of Heaven alone can clear The snow of virtue tainted there.

I will not say how Agnes met

The stranger form that wooes her now,
Suffice, her sparkling eyes of jet

Were never seen to sparkle so,
As on that even when he came,

A wilder'd traveller faint and pale,
To share awhile their cheering frame,

And crave a shelter from the gale.
And many a day he tarried there,
For 'twas the rigid time of year,
When Winter, in his annual wrath,
With frozen gales, bad bound the path.

The stranger-he was young and gay,

Had journey'd far o'er clistant Climes,
And had, besides, that winning way,

That lures the struggling heart ofttimes
Against its better reason, on,

Till guilt and shame and sin are done. And can we muse, when Agnes heard of dangers dared, and death incurred, Of peril froin the raging deep, Or the high mountain's mighty steep, of human savage, or the snake, Couched for his prey beneath the brake; of this, and more, told with a tongue Of softest softuess, that she hung Enamoured o'er the teller, till Her soul was moulded to his will.

And many and many a day passed on,
Alas! how quickly passed to one
Who watched the moments as they passeil,
And dreaded each would be the last
Of meeting, and would ring the koell,
Deeper than that of death -“ Farewell !"
The stranger met her tearful eye,
Her heaving heart, ber deepened sigh ;
He marked her hectic cheek-that hour
Proclaimed his victim and his power!
And well too was he versed in guile,
Knew when to frown, and when to smile,
As seemed the inaiden most inclined
To yield to passions, or the mind;
And thus he whisper'd when farewell
He bade to all, and left the dell,

That he would meet her when the sway
Of night succeeded that of day,
E'en by the frozen hill, and state
His name, his rank, his home, and fate,
That badle him leave her but to come
And claim her mistress of that home,
When friends, who else would frown, should

How he was loved, how she was dear.

Anil now the spoiler's foot has press'd

The snowy path with many a strain,
And now he hangs upon that breast

That never can know peace again.
For ruin, bitter rain, has cross'd
Her path of youth that soon is lost
In clouds of whame, once wont to beam
On waking joy, on nightly dream.
She is tbe victim; and the tear
Falls even now o'er virtue's bier.
Oh! yes ! the frenzied moment past,
How bitter has it grown to cast

A thought upon the yesterday!
How sad to think the morrow's sun
Will shine upon a guilty one!

She tries, alas! but cannot pray;
Her voice congeals, and anguish seals

The words her tongue would say.
And he, the spoiler, can he see,

The ruin that his guilt has wrought,
Without one pang of sympathy,

One agony of thought ?
Or knees he but to lure the more

The victim he has lured before?
Alas! no penitence is his,
No thouglit of mercy's sympathies,
No conscience to rebuke the deed -
He follows that accursed creed
That gives the passions vent; and sneers,
Alike at woman's wrongs and tears.

What though he kneels ? he would not bow

Before the God by whom he swears;
And his corrupted heart, e'en now,

Denies the vow his tongue declares.
And yet he swears by heaven and earth,
by honor-all that life has worth,
That, ere another moon has run
Her course of light, the Holy ONE,
Who registers such acts in heaven,
Shall hear the sacred blessing given !
Yes, at the altar will he seek
To call the roses to her cheek,
To lull her spirit; and her dim
And tearful eye, when turned on him,
Again shall shine as when at first
It turned upon that form accursed.

Such is his vow, he need not swear,

Nor moon, nor sun will shine again
On hin or her. The Mighty One

Has heard the stifled prayer of pain,
And the next spot on which they meet
Will be before his judgment seat.
Even while he swears, even while his form

Is crouching on the icy ground,

Ah! can we muse, that she who ne'er

Had heard the tale of guile before, Or felt its poison blighit the ears,

Sbould know not till the ruin is o'er, The deadly danger in the tone Falsehood and guilt had claimed their




Rolls the fierce demon of the storm, from the hands of justice, and open to the
And shakes the frozen masses round.

course of life.

That by taking
The avalanche falls--the icy bill

Polly to be his lawful wife, I'admit is
Slides from its mountain base, until
It buries in its monstrous bourne

just, since she may be supposed to have The ruiner and the ruined one !

obtained his pardon. But after all, is Bedford Square,

W.R-s. not the Captain's character drawn purMay, 1830.

posely to shew the political tendency of

a wicked great man, or a great wicked THOUGHTS AND OBSERVATIONS

man ! Whether it is or not, yet I cannot ON THE PERFORMANCE AND TENDENCY OF THE BEGGARS' OPERA.

think with many writers that the ten

dency of the great captain !' is benefiFor the Olio.

cial for example, or excellent for precept.

If Swift had iaken, or did actually take, NOTWITHSTANDING that Swist and Pope an interest in the composition, with all are said to have assisted Gay in com

his celebrity, he was an indelicate wri. pleting his work, the Beggars' Opera ;' ter. Pope was little better in his colloand, that its popularity, when first repre, quial character. The Beggar's Upera,' sented, was unparalleled in the annals of indicates the thoughts and feelings of its dramatic representation :- however apt tried authors, who have written works of the political allusions to the times and immortal and imperishable duration, in their' leading political characters, who which the Opera in question must not figured at the head of national affairs ; be indexed. It is a singular inconsist. and also, that a vein of humour run

ency to put a female into this principal through the lyrical versification adapted actor of his day. She is selected, I 10 old tunes and fine old English melody. shall be told, on account of the songs and I cannot think the evidence sufficiently her capability for executing them. strong to justify this Opera in the present This would appear a cogent reason, if day with ihe feminine cast for its hero. modesty has abandoned the histrioni: of the persons in the drama, there is not sphere"; but otherwise, it is culpable in one who can be conscientiously selected the

That Madame Vestris either for precept or example. Caplain should be chosen for the heroic achieveMacheath is the chief in the picture, and ment, is not remarkable, *

after her the foremost on the canvass. But who

personation of Don Giovanni, a conis he? And what does he do? Like temptible libertine ! But, if we admit many other captains, he is a highwayman that her gaiety of action and her execuand libertine, entertains highly sensitive tion of voice are suitable, then who can notions of honour, and idolizes himself

say so of her person? As a woman, in the notion that he is a correct por. Madame Vestris is charming and beautrait of a gentleman. With a personable tiful.

But her figure is too diminutive appearance, a good voice, and a taste for the gallant, robust, enterprising Mac. for singing, he captivates credulous fe- heath-ihe beacon tó robbers and the males to suit his purpose ; and, as it might robber of female virtue by a seductive be expected, abandons them by caprice, manly form and commandingly graceful and resigns himself to be executed with person. She looks like a cockney dandy out a sigh. As one vice generally ac- dressed from a haberdasher's; shakes a companies another, so does the Captain whip-twirls her hat-talks mightily fine drink hard 10 drown reflection, which —struts — looks archly speaks flipought to be alive to the responsibility of pantly, and in short, feigns the very hero approaching dissolution, rather than to

of litileness, a very Bombastes Furioso. be deadened into composure and insen. I do not say that stature forms the basis of sibility. That such a man has been and is—is no palliation for crime. Macheath courage, or great deeds of valour, but we

are led to suppose that the Captain was is a criminal decidedly. Notorious and

great in person and villany too. courageous, he glories with impunity,

Peachum and Lockit are admirably and is brave without virtue. This quality, drawn, but the smartest things they say from beginning to end, does not redeem and do are the most exceptionable. I do his heart by compunction or sincere re

not like a subject which concerns the law, pentance. The frailty of his human na.

the religion, and the life of any person to iure is too gross to be refined by abstract be treated with levity under the noose of impulse. What is worse—he is left to the gallows. Even the tolling of the bell himself without an adviser. As he is is too awful 10 fill up the vacuum of a personated in the present day, by merely asserting what he before contradicted, that he will take Polly as his lawful wife Helme, and several others, have been elected

* In addition to this lady, Waylett, Love, to escape the drop; he is entirely freed “ Members of the heroic class."

farce; the prison walls strike chillness

AN APPARITION. into the vessels of the heart, but why From Warner's Literary Recollections." should pity draw out her tears in a cause so unworthy of them ? Our pity is alive My sincere respect for the memory of to the awakening sensations, the throbbing the Rev. Joseph Townsend, would, were emotions, the despairing hopes, the fugi. I to follow its impulse, lead me into a tive dreams of Lucy and Polly, whose length of remark upon his character and inbred affections are so unhappily wrought attainments, incompatible with the nature and worked upon.

Both of these girls of my work: I will therefore close this are more worthy than their parents, whose biographical sketch with the communicalife might have made them worse; their tion of a very singular fact, related to me virtue was retrievable, not so Mrs. Pea- in the first instance by him ; but which chum's, who had lived in open violation has since been confirmed, by a voucher of law and justice. Who that has a spark scarcely to be resisted-an indisputably of moral rectitude, will defend her de. true report of Dr. Alsop's viva voce deluding Filch inlo further crime? What claration on his dying bed. has the author doue to reprehend her con

Lord William Petty was the third son duct ?-he has shown her, it is true, in of the old Marquess of Lansdowne, and her natural colours, but they go off the brother to the present highly-gifted 'Lord picture in shade without leaving a right of Bowood. He had attained the age of impression in the mind of the observer. seven or eight years; as remarkable for I believe that many a one has filched after the precocity of his understanding, as he having seen this representation-many a

was unfortunate in the delicate state of his one quarrelled about the division of ill. constitutional health. The Marquess, called gollen money and goods—many, alas !

to London, by his Parliamentary duties, have commiited crimes in the hope of had left the child at Bowood, for the winter, reprieve, and dared to be heroic in un with Mr. Jarvis, his tutor, and suitable justifiable acts, because other great cap. domestics. The late Dr. Priestley, also, tains before them have been so, and the Marquess's librarian, made one of the escaped that justice which is due to its party. On an ill-omened day, beautiful offenders. At least, by way of represen- and brilliant, but intensely cold, the gametalion, some idea of punishment ought to keeper, in compliance with Lord William's be realized, or where is the offence ? request, took the lad before him on horse

Some writers defend the “ Beggars' back. His Lordship rode with his waistOpera” upon the score of its having so

coat open, and chest exposed ; and an inmuch human nature infused into the dra. flammation on the lungs was the immediate matis personæ. There is a virtuous and consequence of this incaution.

On the a vicious humanity. The one leads to first appearance of indisposition, Mr. good, the other to ill. Which is the pre. Alsop, of Calne, the family apothecary, ponderating influence in this piece ?

(himself much attached to the child), was Follies are not vices, though but too often summoned to attend his Lordship. His the harbingers to them. Nothing should treatment promised a favourable result, be countenanced upon the stage that is and a few days after, he left him, in the not moral. So far as the stage actors forenoon, apparently out of danger. Todeviate from this principle, so far they wards evening, however, the symptoms have wandered from the original intention becoming decidedly worse, the family were of scenic display. If this were the case,

alarmed; and Mr. Jarvis thought it right the theatre would not call for the con

to call for Mr. Alsop's immediate assist. demning voice of the divine, but be in

It was night before this gentleman strumental in assisting him in the great reached Bowood; but an unclouded moon work of cultivating the minds of society. showed every object in an unequivocal disA play may be lively and laughable witħa tinctness. Mr. Alsop, had passed through out injury; serious and painful without the Lodge Gate, and was proceeding to danger. Which ever way passion is the house, when to his utter astonishment, marked, whether lightly or heavily, the he saw Lord William coming towards him fruits of morality should be scattered for in all the buoyancy of childhood, restored, the gleaner's instruction. This is the end apparently, to health and vigour.--" of all that is durable—this only will satisfy am delighted, my dear Lord,” he exclaimthe mind when reflection awakes. Does ed, " to see you ; but, for heaven's sake, any one feel the wiser or better, after go immediately within doors; it is death rising from a perusal of the “ Beggar's to you to be here at this time of night.” Opera," as it is now performed ?

The child made no reply ; but, turning DRAMATICUS. round, was quickly out of sight. Mr.

Alsop, unspeakably surprised, hurried to the house. Here all was distress and con


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