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science has been, in this way, thoroughly mind is accessible to instruction, and where objects commends a similar course of lessons. We analyzed, to arrange the whole matter syn- are accessible to the mind.

are fully convinced that it would be much thetically, is a usetal exercise both of the Geography is the first branch of educa- more entertaining and useful to the scholjudgment and of the memory. In a word, tion to which the author would apply “ a ars of all our schools, to begin with the we believe analysis to be the only true more practical and interesting method of history of Boston, instead of the origin of method of acquiring knowledge, whether instruction.”

the human race, the origin of society, and the arner is a child or a philosopher, and

On the existing plan of instruction in this branch, the other remote topics usually discussed at synthesis the best and the easiest way of a book professedly simplified to the capacity of the commencement of a course of general retaining what is acquired.

children, is put into the hands of the young begin- history. In Blair's “ Mother's Catechism," We have been led into these remarks by ner: He opens it for his first lesson, and finds it we have a good specimen of the plan rethe pamphlet before us. The title page of begin with a view of the universe, or an exposition commended, applied to the instruction of the essay will show that the contents are

terms which are of course utterly unintelligible to very young children. of a very miscellaneous character,—perhaps him; and when his lesson is got and recited, he too much so.

It would have been better knows just as little of practical geography as befor the author to have restricted himself fore. There are two positive objections to this A Musical Biography: or, Sketches of the

Lives and Writings of Eminent Musical to the advantages of the analytic method, mode of instruction. li degrades the operations of

the mind into mere unmeaning rote. It opposes in the sciences on which he touches. Still, the great principles of scientific research, which

Characters. Interspersed with an Epitome we like to see practical remarks in any are acknowledged in every other mental pursuit.

of Interesting Musical Matter. Collated

and compiled by John R. Parker. Bogform, on a subject so important; and some It is, in fact, nothing but an adherence to the ex.

ton. 1825. 8vo. pp. 250. of those which are presented in this pam- ploded system which made a knowledge of generals phlet may be very useful in places where a sure key to the understanding of particulars.

We need not the weighty authority of Dr education has not attained even to the de- The plan suggested by the author is too Johnson to persuade us, that no kind of gree of practical excellence which it has long for insertion. It amounts however to reading is so generally interesting as biogin our vicinity. We will confine ourselves, this. Instead of beginning with geography, raphy. If tolerably well written, the life of however, to those parts of the essay which let a child learn, in the first place, the de- an eminent man, whether he be distinguished advocate the analytic method of instruc- tails of topography as applied to the place from the commonalty by his character or tion. We folly agree with the author, of his nativiły or of his residence. When

by the events of his life, can hardly fail to that if Locke's definition of the purposes he is become familiar with these, let him interest and gratify all classes of readers. of education is correct, most school books proceed to chorography, and become ac- Every one, whose mind is forcibly bent into and most teachers are wrong.

quainted with every thing which it should a peculiar direction by his habits of intel

teach him regarding his own state and coun-lectual action and enjoyment, will have Locke represents education as intended to produce two results -—to facilitate, first

, the acquisition, try. Let

him, last of all

, take up geogra- necessarily his favourite books and studies. secondly

, the communication of knowledge. Now, phy, and begin, not at Herschel, nor at the The metaphysician loves to pore over the would ii naturally be believed that, in the face of Sun, but at the quarter of the world in last work of some mighty master in the this correct and simple arrangement, the superin. which he lives, and so extend his knowl- science of puzzling and being puzzled ;"— tendants of educati' n would, through ignorance or edge of the science, till he is able to take the natural philosopher or historian leaves negligence, iqvert the order of the abovementioned points, and thus involve themselves in the ab- those general views of the subject, which mind for matter, and finds no pleasure in surdity of teaching youth to express ideas, before constitute a synthesis. On this plan, a bewildering himself with the vague uncerteaching them to think? But what is the fact? | child in Boston would be taught, first, the tainties of the intellectual world ;-and the Turn to almost any school, and you will find the situation of his native city, then every in- statesman or politician feels a complacent answer

, when you see that the first book, which is teresting and instructive particular which contempt for all pursuits which are no way put into the hands of a child that has just learned to read, is an English Grammar, from which the usually enters into a topographical sketch. connected with public matters, and throw scholar is to leam the ris of speaking and writing. He would then proceed to the county; no light upon the noble art of getting up in The order of nature is, first learn to think, and thence, to the state, and to the Union. In the world. But all these classes are limited, then learn to communicate your thoughts; but the this way a thorough foundation would be and the books which are made for them are order of education is, first learn to communicate laid for subsequent enlargement of his geo- made for none beside them. With the hisyour thoughts, and then learn to think.

graphical knowledge; and, in the mean tories of individuals, of their actions, their The usual plea in justification of the com- time, he would be put in possession of a com- fortunes, their conditions, it is far otherwise. mon method of instruction is, that in early plete practical acquaintance with what is D’Israeli remarks, in his Curiosities of Litchildhood something is wanted, on which to most useful to bin in the science he is ac- erature, if we do not misrecollect

, that, exexercise and discipline the mind; that it is quiring. We should like much to see such cepting the Bible, no books have passed no matter what you take for this purpose ; a course adopted with a class of learners. through so many editions as Robinson Cruand that at any rate the languages suit it We feel persuaded, that if a fair specimen soe and The Pilgrim's Progress; now both of very well. Now it is true that we do want of this kind could be exhibited, it would af- these books relate purely to fictitious events, something on which to discipline the raw ford the best argument for practical ana- and one is strictly allegorical; but they are mind; but do we therefore want the hard- ; lytic instruction, that its advocates could still of the nature of biographies. All perest exercise that we can select ? Because present. We agree with the author in sayo sonal tales, all stories which tell of remarkbodily exercise is beneficial to the health ing that

able incidents that befel individuals, or of children, do we set them to hard la- | This mode of teaching geography, besides being deeply striking traits of character, or debour?

adapted to the capacity of the youngest learner, scribe singular performances, whether they Another view of this subject will make it plain: edge which is so useful in life. Lessons in geog: wholly fictitious, or strictly veracious bi

tends to communicate that practical cast of knowls are novels and romances, claiming to be that the present arrangement of education leads the mind in a direction contrary to the order of na- semblance as possible to the interesting recitals of ographies, have one thing in common.

raphy, when taught in this way, bear as near a reture. The young learner is introduced first into the mental, and then into the material world. Now of a country, and seen every object which he de- they are lost in the mazes, or obscured in

an individual who has travelled through every part They treat of menand not of men as the first glimpses of thought and the first awaken; scribes; and, above all, it gives the pupil a thor- the distance of history, but as they live and ing of curiosity, in the mind of a child, are caused ough acquaintance with the geography, or rather move around us. They exhibit one who is by external ohjects. The movements of thought the topography, of the place of his nativity or of pass unconscious and unheeded, at that early stage his residence. Of what use is it to teach a child allied to us by a kindred nature, in circumof being, in which all that is interesting in exist

. the day, or the year, or the distance of Herschel, stances which excite interest and attention. ence is bounded by the circle of the senses. tellectual objects appear only as a shadowy some he daily walks, the river that flows by his door, or

whilst you leave him ignorant of the road on which That sympathy wbich belongs to us as huthing, which never rises into any thing more defi- the situati n of his own birthplace ?

man beings, makes us find pleasure in fol. nite than the form of mystery. Education, there

lowing, with our imagination, the footsteps fore, must not begin here ; it must begin where the For learners in history the author re- of a brother, through good and evil fortune,

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and our love of novelty is gratified by the it may be technical, and so we shall say stances related of this remarkable man's disclosure of strange scenes, and our curi- nothing about it.

infancy and early childhood, are almost inosity is pleased as we look upon the daily, The Life of Haydn comes next, and credible, and could not be believed were domestic, familiar doings of men whose emi- it rather amazed us,-nor are we sure they not attested by indisputable evidence. nence of station has placed them afar off, that we rightly understand it. We sup- Perhaps no difference of intellectual ability or whose singular qualities or acts have pose the compiler gathered his facts where illustrates the possible difference between awakened our wonder.

he could, and put them together in his those who share a common nature more But a biography, which has selected all own way,—giving credit for paragraphs strongly, than the astonishing superiority of its subjects from one class of men, as it may and long passages; especially as the Intro- Mozart over all others, in the early developehope to interest readers of that class more duction says, “We[i. e. the compiler) have ment, if not in the continued vigour of that than a more general work, it must pay for detailed their history (Handel's, Haydn's, one talent for which he was distinguished. this privilege by giving pleasure to a nar- and Mozart's] with a minuteness that we The faculties of sense and mind are comrower circle. The book now before us is a could scarcely allow to others.” Judge mon to all; but the different measures with “Musical Biography,”-that is to say, it is then, gentle readers, with what surprise which they are meted out, seem to separate a biography of men and women, who were we read such passages as these, which differ men from men, by as wide an interval as if eminent for making music. To them who are in no respect of typographical arrangement they were not of one species. At the risk especial lovers of sweet sounds, it may be ex- or appearance from their neighbours. of telling very trite stories, we shall make ceedingly interesting; but we must submit to all the reproach which may be merited by composed (in 1774) an Oratorio entitled Tobias, an

Long before Haydn rose 10 the Creation, he had some extracts from this life.

Mozart was scarcely three years old when his the admission, that the toil of reading for indifferent performance, two or three passages of father began to give lessons on the harpsichord to

You his sister, who was then seven. His astonishing the purpose of reviewing it, has not been which only, announces the great master. altogether a labour of love. The author Handel's music : he learned from the works of the His delight was to seek for thirds on the piano, and

know that while in London, Haydn was struck with disposition for music immediately manifested itselt. seems disposed to throw off all responsi- English musician, the art of being majestic. One nothing could equal his joy when he had found this bility, excepting so much as attaches to day at Prince Schwartzenberg's when Handel's harmonious chord. The minute details into which him in the character of compiler; but we Messiah was performed, upon expressing my ad- I am about to enter, will, I presume, be interesting are authorized to say, that even this bur- miration of one of the sublime chorusses of that to the reader. then, light though it be, is not borne with work, Haydn said to me thoughtfully, · This man When he was four years old, his father began to remarkable grace or success.

But we pro-
is the father of us all'

teach him, almost in sport, some minuets, and other ceed to a more particular account of the

In the beginning of the year 1798, the Oratorio pieces of music, an occupation which was as agreewas completed; and in the following Lent, it was

ble to the master, as to the pupil. Mozart would contents of this volume,_and shall endeav- performed, for the first time, in the rooms of the learn a minuet in half an hour, and a piece of our to give such extracts as may save us Schwartzenberg palace, at the expense of the greater extent in less than twice that time. Immefrom the necessity of expressing an opinion Dilettanti Society, who had requested it from the diately after, he played them with the greatest of its literary merits. author.

clearness, and perfectly in time. In less than a After the Dedication and Introduction,

Who can describe the applause, the delight, the year, he made such rapid progress, that, at ive the body of the work begins with the Life of enthusiasm of this society. I was present; and 1 years old, he already invented little pieces of music, can assure you, I never witnessed such a scene.

which he played to his father, and which the latter, Handel ;-- which is very respectably put to- The flower of the literary and musical society of in order to encourage the rising talent of his son, gether, and relates many facts which most Vienna were assembled in the room, which was

was at the trouble of writing down.

A short time afterwards, Wenzl, a skilful violin people who have taken the trouble to learn well adapted to the purpose, and Haydn himself any thing about Handel, are acquainted directed the orchestra. The most profound silence, player, who had then just begun to compose, came with. A note to page 17, relates an amus- almost say of religious respect, were the disposi- on six trios, which he had written during the jourthe most scrupulous attention, a sentiment I might to Mozart

, the father, to request his observations ing anecdote of this great musician.

tions which prevailed when the first stroke of the ney of the former to Vienna. Schachtner, the This celebrated composer, though of a very

bow was given. The general expectation was not archbishop's trumpeter, to whom Mozart was parrobust and uncouth external appearance, yet

disappointed. A long train of beauties, to that ticularly attached, happened to be at the house, and had moment unknown, unfolded themselves before us;

we give the following anecdote in his words: such a remarkable irritability of nerves, that he could not bear to hear the tuning of instruments, experienced

during two successive hours, what they Mozart requested permission to take this last part; our minds, overcome with pleasure and admiration, Wenzl the first violin, and I was to play the second.

• The father,' said Schachtner, played the bass, and therefore this was always done before Handel had rarely felt, a happy existence, produced by arrived. A musical wag, who knew how to extract desires ever lively, ever renewed, and never dis- but his father reproved him for this childish demand, some mirth from his irascibility of temper, stole into

observing, that as he had never received any reguthe orchestra on a night when the Prince of Wales appointed. was to be present at the performance of a new

On my return to the Austrian capital, I have to it properly. The son replied, that it did not appear

lar lessons on the violin, he could not possibly play Oratorio, and untuned all the instruments, some inform you, my dear friend, that the larva of Haydn to him necessary to receive lessons in order to play half a note, others a whole note lower than the has also quitted us. That great man no longer

ex- the second violin. His father, half angry at this organ. As soon as the prince arrived, Handel gave ists

, except in our memory. I have often told you, reply, told him to go away, and not interrupt us. the signal of beginning conspirito, but such was the that he was become extremely weak before he en: Wolfgang was so hurt at this,

tha: he began to cry horrible discord, that the enraged musician started tered his seventy-eighth year. It was the last of bitterly. As he was going away with his little violin, up from his seat, and having overturned a double his life. bass which stood in his way, he seized a kettle

A few weeks after his death, Mozart's requiem and the father, with a good deal of difficulty, con

I begged that he might be permitted to play with me, was performed in honour of him, in the Scotch sented. Well, said he io Wolfgang, you may play drum, which he threw with such violence at the head of the leader of the band, that he lost his full church. I ventured into the city, to attend this with M. Schachtner

, on condition that you play very bottomed wig by the effort ; without waiting to re- ceremony: I saw there some generals and admin. softly, and do not let yourself be heard : otherwise, place it, he advanced bareheaded to the front of istrators of the French army, who appeared affected I shall send you out directly. We began the trio, the orchestra, breathing vengeance, but so much with the loss which the arts had just sustained. I little Mozart playing with me, but it was not long choaked with passion that utterance denied him. recognized the accents of my native land, and spoke before I perceived, with the greatest astonishment, In this ridiculous attitude he stood staring and to several of them; and, among others; to an amia. that I was perfectly useless

Without saying any stamping for some minutes amidst a convulsion of ble man, who wore that day the uniform of the thing, I laid down my violin, and looked at the laughter, nor could he be prevailed on to resume

Institute of France, wbich I thought very elegant. father, who shed tears of affection at the sight.bis seat till the prince went personally to appease Now if all this be as it would seem, we The child played all the six trios in the same manhis wrath, which he with great difficulty accom- have nothing more to say about it; but if, per. The commendations we gave him, made him plished. as we are tempted to suspect, these passages humor him, we let him try, and could not forbear

pretend that he could play the first violin. To Here follow remarks on Handel's music; are quoted verbatim from some body's let- laughing on hearing him execute this part, very and we are somewhat afraid to talk much ter, we venture to recommend to Mr Parker, imperfectly, it is true, but still so as never to be of them, lest we should expose our igno- to show in his next edition, by marks of quo- set fast.' rance too plainly. For instance, we might tation, or otherwise, that “L,” does not in his whole life, his health was delicate. He was

Mozart never reached his ratural growth. During object a little to the phrase “ effects (which] | these cases mean the “ the Compiler." he has worked up"-which phrase Mr Then follows the Life of Mozart, and it unusual, there was nothing striking in his pbysiog

thin and pale: and though the form of bis face was Parker “works up” most unsparingly; but is quite well done. The singular circum- nomy, but its extreme variableness. The express



At the time

no more.

ion of his countenance changed every moment, but I him fairy tales, and odd stories, which made him more than I expected, and I have extended it much indicated nothing more than the pleasure or pain laugh till the tears came. The punch, however, beyond what I at first designed.' 'In this case, it which he experienced at the instant. He was re- made him so drowsy, that he could only go on is but just to increase the premium ; here are fifty markable for a habit which is usually the attendant while his wife was talking, and dropped asleep as ducats more.'-"Sir," said Mozart, with increasing of stupidity. His body was perpetually in motion; soon as she ceased. The efforts which he made to astonishment, “who then are you?'—“That is nothhe was either playing with his hands, or beating the keep himself awake, the continual alternation of ing to the purpose ; in a month's, time I shall reground with his foot. There was nothing extraor- sleep and watching, so fatigued him, that his wife turn.' dinary in bis other habits, except his extreme fond persuaded him to take some rest, promising to Mozart immediately called one of his servants, ness for the game of billiards. He had a table in awake him in an hour's time. He slept so pro- and ordered bim to follow this extraordinary perhis house, on which he played every day by him- foundly, that she suffered him to repose for two sonage, and find out who be was; but the man self, when he had not any one to play with. His hours. At five o'clock in the morning, she awoke failed for

want of skill, and returned without being bands were so habituated to the piano, that he was him. He had appointed the music-copiers lo come able to trace him. rather clumsy in every thing beside. At table, he at seven, and by the time they arrived, the over- Poor Mozart was then persuaded that he was no never carved, or if he attempted to do so, it was ture was finished. They had scarcely time to ordinary being; that he had a connexion with the with mach awkwardness and difficulty. His wife write out the copies necessary for the orchestra, other world, and was sent to announce to him his apusually undertook that ofice. The same man, who and the musicians were obliged to play it without proaching end. He applied himself with the more from his earliest age, bad shewn the greatest ex- a rehearsal. Some persons pretend that they can ardour to his Requiem, which he regarded as the pansion of mind in what related to his art, in other discover in this overture the passages where Mozart most durable monument of inis genius. While thus respects remained always a child. He never knew dropt asleep, and those where he suddenly awoke employed, he was seized with the most alarming bow properly to conduct himself. The manage- / again.

fainting fits, but the work was at length completed ment of domestic affairs, the proper use of noney,

before the expiration of the month.

There are few who have any fondness for appointed, the stranger returned, but Mozart was the judicious selection of his pleasures, and temperance in the enjoi ment of them, were never vir- music and have not heard of Mozart's retues to his taste. The gratification of the moment quiem. The singular circumstances attend

A host of lesser names follow the three was always uppermost with him. His mind was ing the composition of this beautiful piece great leaders. We have not room to speak so absorbed by a crowd of ideas, which rendered of music, were related in an interesting of them particularly, and shall not pretend hin incapable of all serious reflection, that, cluring work, recently published, from which Mr to judge of the value of the scientific re. his wbole life, be stood in need of a guardian 10 take care of his temporal affairs. His father was Parker appears to have borrowed very marks which are scattered through the rolwell aware of his weakness in this respect, and it largely. These facts may be fresh in the ume. Of its literary merits, we must say a was on ebis account that he persuaded his wife to recollection of many of our readers; but word or two. Among the lives, are those follow him to Paris, in 1777, bis engagements not they will pardon our quoting them for the of some individuals, of whom nothing has allowing him to leave Salzburg himself.

Mozart judged his own works with impartiality, benefit of others, to whom they will be been printed which afforded an opportunity and often with a severity, which he would not easily new. After all, perhaps there is nothing for compilation, and Mr Parker, as we prehave allowed in another person. The emperor Jo- in these circumstances so striking as the sume, in these cases claims the merit and seph II., was fond of Mozart, and had appointed him superstitious feeling which invested them abides the responsibility of authorship. In his maitre de chapelle; but this prince pretended to with such fearful importance. be a dilettante. His travels in İtaly had given him

these lives, such passages as this, which bea partiality for the music of that country, and the One day, when he was plunged in a profound gins the life of the late Mr T. S. Webb, may Italians who were at his court did not fảil to keep reverie, he heard a carriage stop at his door. A sometimes be found. up this preference, which, I must confess, appears stranger was announced, who requested to speak to me to be well founded.

to him. A person was introduced, handsomely This gentleman was a distinguished amateur in These men spoke of Mozart's first essays with dressed, of dignified and impressive manners. Í music, and attained a high degree of celebrity, havmore jealousy than fairness, and the emperor, who have been commissioned, sir, by a man of consider- ing been appointed the first President of the Boston scarcely ever judged for himself, was easily carried able importance, to call upon you.' Who is he?' | Handel and Haydn Society, an institution under away by their decisions. One day, after hearing interrupted Mozart. He does not wish to be whose auspices, were laid a foundation which the rehearsal of a comic opera (die Entfuhrung aus known.'—Well, what does he want?'-"He has aspires to an eminent rank among the first of mudem Serail), which he had himself demanded of just lost a person whom he tenderly loved, and sical societies in this couvtry. Mozart , he said to the composer: ‘My dear Mozart, whose memory will be eternally dear to him. He

And this, in the Life of Mrs Ostinelli, late that is too fine for my ears; there are too many is desirous of annually commemorating this mourn notes there.'--'I ask your majesty's pardon,' re

sul event by a solemn service, for which he requests Miss Hewitt,—which we fancy it would in plied Mozart, drily; there are just as many notes you to compose a requiem. Mozart was forcibly some measure puzzle Mrs Ostinelli to comas there should be be.' The emperor said nothing, struck by this discourse, by the grave manner in prehend precisely. and appeared rather embarrassed by the reply; buľ which it was uttered, and by the air of mystery in

She indicates a becoming rigour of feminine when the opera was performed, he bestowed on it which the whole was involved. He engaged to the greatest encomiums.

write the requiem. The stranger continued, Em modesty ; in the picturing of her imagination, as The time which he most willingly employed in ploy all your genius on this work; it is destined evinced in the intellectual dominion over the art, composition, was the morning, from six or seven for a connoisseur.' So much the better. – What than an exuberant degree of enthusiastic imagina

tion. o'clock till ten, when he got up. After this , he did time do you require ?- A month.'

-Very well : no more the rest of the day, unless he had to finish / in a month's time I shall return.—What pric The That which closes the biographical part of

But the most remarkable among them is a piece that was wanted. He always worked very you set on your work ?'—- A hundred ducats The irregularly. When an idea struck him, he was not stranger counted them on the table, and disap- the volume. It is rather a suspicious cirto be drawn from it. If he was taken from the piano peared. forte, he continued to compose in the midst of his

Mozart remained lost in thought for some time ; cumstance, when a gentleman, upon enterfriends, and passed whole nights with his pen in his he then suddenly called for pen, ink, and paper, ing a room, finds it necessary to begin his hand. At other times, he had such a disinclination and, in spite of his wife's entreaties, began to write. remarks with an apology for being there. moment of its performance. It'once happened that he wrote day and night, with an ardour which was bound to put together so many excuses 10 work, that he could not complete a piece till the This rage for composition continued several days; We are not able to say how far Mr Parker he put off some music which he had engaged to seemed continually to increase; but his constitufurnish for a court concert, so long, that he had not tion, already in a state of great debility, was unable for his daring, in the instance before us, but time to write out the part which he was to perform to support his enthusiasm : one morning, he fell we have a decided opinion, that if they were himself. 'The emperor Joseph, who was peeping senseless, and was obliged to suspend his work. necessary, this life ought to have been

omitevery where, happening to cast his eyes on the Two or three days after, when his wife sought to ted. Besides many other paragraphs, full sheet which Mozart seemed to be playing from, was divert bis mind from the gloomy presages which of reasons for what he was about to do, Mr surprised to see nothing but empty lines, and said occupied it, he said to her abruptly: "It is certain Parker lays down the following eight in a to him: Where's your part?" . Here, replied Mo- that I am writing this Requiem for myself; it will zart, putting his hand to his forehead.

serve for my funeral service.' Nothing could re- period of lwenty-seven lines. The same circumstance nearly occurred with remove this impression from his mind.

To exonerate ourselves, however, from all pos. spect to the overture of Don Juan. It is generally As he went on, he felt his strength diminish from sible imputation of premature officiousness, or esteemed the best of his overtures; yet it was only day to day, and the score advanced slowly. The breach of delicacy; we fain would impress, on the composed the night previous to the first representa- inonth which he had fixed, being expired, the too scrupulous, our own conviction, that we ought jon, after the general rehearsal had taken place. stranger again made his appearance. I have not have sacrificed to mere punctilios so precious About eleven o'clock in the evening, when he re- found it impossible," said Mozart, to keep my an opportunity to present to thë lovers of harmony ired to his apartment, he desired his wife to make word.''Do not give yourself any uneasiness,' replied with an abstract yet grateful object of contempla. lim some punch, and to stay with him, in order to the stranger; . what further time do you require?'-- tion; to encourage bashful talent by showing how ieep bim awake. She accordingly began to tell \ • Another month. The work has interested me 'much may be accomplished, where such talents


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exist, without prejudice to other essential acquire praise cannot be too high. This memoir, less and unattractive. So in life, knowing we ments; to produce a powerful example in vindi- concludes thus :

shall be disappointed, expectation never tires. cating the student from the charge of frivolous purWe have, therefore, a right to conclude, that as a

Next comes a sonnet of sixteen lines. suit, and in rescuing the study itself from unmerited obloquy that mistakes its own paralizing effect for performer, she has never yet been excelled or even in the next piece our language fails bean extrinsic imaginary cause ; to fix upon a guide equalled by any of the same age; and that in apply, neath him, and he is put to his Greek and near at hand to aid ús in illustrating certain posi- ing to her the word prodigy, we restore the word Latin and divers other, to us, unknown lantions relative to an art which labours as yet under itself to its legitimate owner, and rescue it from the

“ pure the weight of local prejudices, and erroneously eup- profanation to which it has been so often subjected. guages; for example, he talks of “ posed to debase, when in reality it elevates the mind; We would notice, that in the Life of of a “roscid emerald spray," of a “

waves hyaline," of a svelvet roseous bed," to cherish true taste, and discriminating love for the Muzio Clementi, he is said to have been strain ;” but enough ;-we will give a pre

hymnic highest species of performance by holding up an born in 1725, to have married his first wife mium, no less than the whole volume, to unequivocal model of excellence; to do honour to our native town, by proclaiming of what exquisite in 1803 or 1804,—and his present wife, in any one who will explain to us the meaning fruit on the tree of science it has been the nursery, 1811, and that “we close our sketch of the of this stanza. an honour, which, we venture to predici, will at no life of this extraordinary man, whom we distant time be envied by the first capitals of Europe; rejoice to see on the verge of seventy."

Beneath the ornate vestment's glow, lo satisfy legitimate public curiosity by directing it We presume there is some mistake of the

Lurk thoughts no mortal ear can learn,

Dark dash the lava floods of wo, to a proper focus of vision; and to discharge our

Ah! fiery billows roll and burn; own particular duty, in describing to the best of our press in this.

The mimic smile, like osprey's wing, abilities, (better late than never) a phenomenon,

Hides the deep deutl-wound of our fate, which falls so exclusively within our sphere of observation. Poems, by Sumner Lincoln Fairfield. New

The dying stan doth music fling,

On Nature's ear inanimate! Here we have, with an apology for writing York, 1823. 12mo. pp. 188.

It cannot be expected of us, that we and publishing these memoirs now, an ad- Lays of Melpomene. By Sumner L. Fairmission that it ought to have been done field. Portland, 1824. 12mo. pp. 72.

should review severally all these poems. before. On the next page it is stated that The Sisters of st Clara. A Portuguese From most of them indeed we find it as

Tale. By Sumner L. Fairfield. Portland, vain an endeavour to extract a meaning as The first attempt to instruct her, at the age of six,

1825. 12mo. pp. 54.

from the stanza we have quoted. There is was after a few trials, abandoned as too onerous.

some reason to suppose that they were all The second, only a year after, proved decisive. When the first of these books was sent made by the patent method of which a speHer talents unfolded themselves with a rapidity to us sometime ago, we were so untrue tocification may be found in Gulliver's voyage that, at the first onset, outstriped the regular pace our duty, as to determine not to notice it. to Laputa. Can any man in his senses of tuition. Every new lesson was learned with such expeditious ease, as to render indispensable For this determination we had several rea- doubt, for instance, that the following words the intervening burthen of home instruction, which sons. We knew something of Sumner L. were put into their relative situations by placed her several pages in advance of the ensuing Fairfield, and were unwilling to wound the lesson, and which daily increasing, made it at last feelings of the man by saying what we There's a crystalline cove hid in the deep-bosomed

machinery ? an act of justice to unite the credit with the labour Accordingly she became exclusively the pupil of thought of his writings; nor did it seem

bills, her own father, who found himself thus unexpect- necessary, as we believed that the work Where the perch and mullet rove, and chime the edly compelled to teach, while he himself had yet had fallen “still-born from the press," and flashing rills, to learn; the piano-forte not being an instrument we hoped its failure would discourage its And dandelions blush around, and daffodils perfume on which he is a distinguished amateur. author from a second attempt. That hope The air, and carpet o'er the ground, and love the

quiet gloom. We cannot understand this passage, un- has been disappointed; and when the other less it means that Miss Eustaphieve learned two books were put, almost at the same There in the linden groves of peace, and where so rapidly that the ordinary masters of the moment, into our hands; when we saw that

bananas spread, art were left behind, and Mr Eustaphieve the author, by his pertinacity, was forcing When the potes of woe shall cease, I'd lay my was compelled to learn music himself, that himself into notice; when, worst of all, we weary head, he might keep so far in advance of her perceived a disposition in some, not merely Or rove along the pebbled shore, and rear a pearly progress, as to supply her with guidance to pardon, but even to praise his produc- Where fiery billows never roar, and vestal virgins and instruction,--in which case, we should tions, we thought that we ought no longer think the talents of Miss Eustaphieve came to keep silence, but do the little that we

Lest however it should be thought, that to her by inheritance. But it would seem could to protect the literature of our coun

we have selected stanzas which are made that Miss Eustaphieve performs admirably try from the disgrace of having works like obscure by being disjoined from the contest, as pianiste (to use a phrase, the invention these thrust upon the public and pass upre

we will extract a whole piece, and appeal of which we accredit to Mr Parker-per- proved. We are sorry to be compelled to to the common sense of our readers, if in haps in ignorance), but she does not com- this; but feeling ourselves bound to notice the whole of it there be more meaning than pose. In connexion with this fact, Mr Parker these books, we feel equally bound to tell in the line of Otway, which Coleridge makes the following remarks; and we re

our readers what they are. gret to say, that we have so little music in

The first of these volumes contains very

quotes to illustrate his notion of delirium :

Lutes, lobsters, seas of milk, and ships of amber. our souls, that the imagery employed seems many pieces, of which some are in verse, rather forcible than exact.

and some in what the author no doubt

meant for verse, and is introduced by a The eagle plumes her noble crest, Theseus the groping hero, and Ariadne the tute: fantastic preface, from which we learn three

And seeks the dales of upper air, lar spirit leading him out of the labyrinth, present

And proudly swells her fearless breast a just emblem of that close alliance which subsists things; first, that the poems, as they are

When gazing on the red sun there; between the great composer and the great per- called, were written at the age of nineteen; The fire-crested billow breaks loud o'er the Haal. former, and which elevates the latter far above the next, that the author would rather have And hushed is the runic wild, revelling laugh, mere mechanism of execution. Nay, a composer | them condemnned, than treated with con- The storin in blackness shrouds the sky, of moderate reputation is absolutely inferior to a

Save when liquid fires illume performer of rare, but acknowledged merit; as it tempt; and lastly, that he disapproves of

The murky welkin-and they fly requires much less genius to constitute the one, immoral writers. One extract from the

In forked flashes through the gloom. than seize, as does the other, the master-key of preface will serve as a specimen of Mr witchcraft, to wield the mysterious machinery, and Fairfield's prose.

The garland is streaming from the mast, 10 put in motion the whole nighty creation with

The loose shrouds are shiv'ring, and furies a. When we gaze upon the arching and variegated the dark towering spirit of a Beethoven! rainbow, as it displays its tinted beauties in the


And frantic sybils on the blast, We have no doubt that high praise is due deep-blue fields of ether, the fond heart of nature's

Their baleful eyes in wrath are glancing. to this lady; but in his endeavours to direct devotee throbs for a mansion in that aerial doine ;

but would, were its animated desires fulfilled, find public observation to “a proper focus of to its sorrow that, like the moving figures on distant

O'er the wild and warring billows, vision,” Mr Parker seems to think that the arras, all the glories beaming there were cold, life

The frail bark by ice-bergs is rapidly driven,

Sinks the wreckand gelid pillows








Bear the innates, hope is riven ;-

Percy's Reliques; but comparing it with the We now proceed to pluck a few flowers But the sybil now is sailing

others around, we are compelled to believe of poetry from this last production of Mr On the fire tia shiny wings oi the merciless storm, that Mr Fairfield wrote it in sad and sober Fairfield ; the first savours strongly of Lau

Though gale and surge are wildly wailing The last dirge of Arva, of the paragon form;

earnest : mistaking rant for sublimity. We ra Matilda. And the beauty's golden tresses

have not space for the whole, but assure The sun's last beam of purple light Mark her form on the phosphoric billows of night, our readers that it is all alike.

Emblazons Calpe's castle height,
And, anon, a father blesses

And over Lusitania's sea
Night, ebon night, veils every scene
His relic of pleusure, and her guardian bright.

Looks with a smile of melody.
Where oft we met and mingled souls-
From some transitory gleams, a sort of Oh, that thy smiles had never been!

Now we beg our readers to look at this, twilight of cominon sense, which glimmer- My pulse throbs wild, my mad brain rolls. and consider it well. ed in three or four pieces in the “ Poems,"

The last beam of the sun's purple light A burst of moonlight feeling gleams it seemed possible that Mr Fairfield, whose

O'er my fond heart's magnolia bower,

looks with a smile of melody over Lusitazeal was very apparent, might in time

nia's sea. But memory 'mid the bright flowers screams,

What in the name of nonsense come to write tolerable poetry. On the While Love weeps o'er the parling hour. is “ looking with a smile of melody? sight of the “ Lays of Melpomene,” we O'er life's perspective, dim and dun,

And many a strain is heard from far abandoned this supposition; the sucking No gilding rays of orient glow,

Of wandering lover's sweet guitar, butterflies, spoken of in the following ex- My soul's gem-star, iny fancy's sun,

And in the songs he fondly sings tract quite overcame us, and we cordially Burns lurid in the vaults of woe.

His glowing heart finds rainbow wings,

Which bear his soul's devoted love joined the author in the exclamation at the Down-winged sylphs no longer dye

To her who would his bonour prove. close.

The pale dead rose of buried love;
To gain a name, and be the thing the world
The air-wove forms of transport's eve

This we presume is highly metaphoricMimics and mocks, delights in and deludes,

Float not o'er sorrow's cypress grove.

al, but its meaning is too deep for us to

Doorns to despair, and destines for the fane
Of fame ; to feel the butterflies of earth
Upon cerulean pinions borne,

Within whose solitary cells
'Mid opal waves of spheral light,
Sucking the essence of almighty thought

Tearless despair forever dwells,
To sate and gorge themselves withal ;-to be
O'er my dark spirit, losi, forlorn,

And sin, beneath devotion's raine,
The vassal camel of a mental waste
Comes one dear shade of dead delight.

Reposes in its sucred shame,
Toiling for things detestable, who love
This is exquisite; we have read “ Drury's

While deeds unweened by him of hell
To goad with gilded lances creatures formed

Are done in murder's fatal cell.
Dirge” all over, and can find but two
To elevate their honour, and to hear

This doubtless means that worse things Groans wrung from bleeding hearts :-to toil and stanzas which make even an approach to sigh

Mr Fairfield's splendour of diction and were done in the convent than the devil 'Mid vigils of straineti thought, and feel the breath clearness of thought as above exemplified. ever thought of. Of waking nature stealing o'er the fires

We will quote them, and our readers may Feelings suppressed and thoughts untold Of the hot brain, and hear the morning air compare the first of them with the first

Flowed silently, like liquid gold, Chant matin minstrelsy to hopeless woe,

O'er her fond heart, while virtue's sun stanza of Mr Fairfield, and the second with Mocking the spirit's ear; to look abroad

Threw glory o'er them as they run. O'er earth and heaven, and weave in sunny web the fourth stanza extracted.

* * * * Thoughts pure and delicate, conceptions high,

Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness, Creations glorious, and fancies rich,

Oh, spirits that sail on the moonlight sea Dulcet joys and sports of youth,

Should have thoughts as vast as eternity, Threads spun in paradise and knit and linked By magic skill of mighty intellect; Soon must yield to baughty sadness

And feelings as pure and happy as those Mercy holds the veil of Truth.

Rainbow-winged birds who can dwell in a rose, To tbink, toil, fancy thus, and yet to know That we but frame an Eden for base worms,

For hearts full of grief, oh, never can be Serpents of venom, reptiles foul, and things Hark! what soft Eolian numbers,

Fond of sailing alone on a moonlight sea. Beneath all name—'tis vile, oh, very vile!

Gem the blushes of the morn;

We are not so well acquainted with natural In many passages of this work we have Break, Amphion, break your slumbers,

history as Mr Fairfield, but we believe we been reminded of two noted productions ;

Nature's ringlets deck the thorn.

have seen these birds ;-we always called to wit, Nat. Lee's elegiac verses, which he One more parallel and we are done. them rose-bugs; but though their wings be used to recite with much pomp of enuncia

streaked, it would require a very poetical

Who—who can bear a rapier smile ? tion in Bedlam, and the Dirge of Drury, by A kiss that dooms the soul to death?

fancy to see the hues of the rainbow upon Laura Matilda, in the “ Rejected Address- The anguish of illuding guile?

them. es.” We have been at the pains to mark

The nectar upas of the breath?

Twas soft Campania's evening hour, a few parallel passages for the satisfaction

Lays of Melpomene, p. 40.

And earth and heaven were seas of light, of our readers. Lee's verses, if we reWhere is Cupid's crimson motion ?

And Zulma in her rose-wove bower member rightly, began something in this

Billowy ecstacy of wo?

Sate gazing on the horizon bright,
Bear me straight, meandering ocean,

Where white clouds float and turn to gold,
Where the stagnant torrents flow!

Like garments in campeachy rolled,
Oh that my lungs would bleat like buttered peas,

Drury's Dirge. And fancy pictures angel pinions
And e'en with frequent blearings burn and itch,
And grow as turbin as the Irish seas,
We must necessarily be short in our no-

Far waving o'er those high dominions. To engender whirlwinds for a working witch!

tice of the “ Sisters of St Clara." Such of Here again we are surpassed in chemical And Mr Fairfield, in more passages than our readers as have read the “ Blank Book knowledge, as in other branches of science, we have room for, writes thus,

of a Small Colleger," of which we gave a by Mr Fairfield. We thought at first that Methinks there is a mighty power within

notice a few numbers back, may remember as logwood was brought from Campeachy, My spirit, that I feel such glorious thoughts

a story told there of two Portuguese Nuns. and logwood made a blackish dye, it was an Roll like sun-billows o'er my swelling brain,

We did not think that the best story in the oversight of our author, and the lines should The World, unibinking things, would call me mad! book, nor the best told. Such as it is, bow-run thus, * *

ever, Mr Fairfield has thought fit to do it Like garments in Brazil wood rolled; But Night, at man's unholy madness wroth,

into verse, by which process, it is absoluteAnd startled at his wassailry, arose

ly undone. The story is a short one; two From her dark couch and shrieked so fearfully

Like clothes in Nicaragua rolled ; nuns attempted to elope from a conventTo heaven that angels on each other gazed one succeeded and the other was taken. but upon reflection, we concluded not to In deep astonishment.

One was killed for the breach of her vow, offer our emendation, lest we should have Had we met with the poem from page 36, and her lover kills himself on the occasion, the mortification of hearing that Mr to p. 40, of the Lays of Melpomene, any and the other dies of grief because her lover Fairfield had a patent for extracting yelwhere else, we should have thought it to be would not marry her, and he dies of grief low from a preparation of Campeachy an imitation of some of the mad-songs in because she died.



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