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The word in Shakspeare's time had late letter, and the several good tida not passed entirely into the modern ings sent me from Wales. In rea sense; it was in its passage certainly, quital I can send you gallant news, and indifferently used as such ; the for we have now a most noble new beauty of a world of words in that Queen of England, who in true beauage was in their being less definite ty is beyond the long-woo'd Infanta; than they are now, fixed, and petric for she was of a fading flaxen hair, fied. Villain is here undoubtedly big-lippd, and somewhat heavyused for a churl, or clown, opposed to eyed; but this daughter of France, a courtier; and the incipient dete- this youngest branch of Bourbon rioration of the meaning gave the (being but in her cradle when the use of it in this place great spirit and great Henry her father was put out beauty. A wicked man does not ne- of the world) is of a more lovely and cessarily hate courtly pleasures; a lasting complexion, a dark brown; clown is naturally opposed to them. she hath eyes that sparkle like stars ;

The mistake of this meaning has, I and for her physiognomy, she may think, led the players into that hard be said to be a mirror of perfection. literal conception with which they He hath a rich account, in another deliver this passage, quite foreign, in letter, of Prince Charles courting this. my understanding, to the bold gay- same Infanta. “ There are Comedians faced irony of the soliloquy. Richard, once a week come to the Palace [at. upon the stage, looks round, as if he Madrid) where, undera great canopy, were literally apprehensive of some the Queen and the Infanta sit in the dog snapping at him; and announces middle, our Prince and Don Carlos his determination of procuring a look- on the Queen's right hand, the king ing-glass, and employing a tailor, as and the little Cardinal on the Inif he were prepared to put both in fanta's left hand. I have seen the practice before he should get home- Prince have his eyes inmovably I apprehend a world of figures fixed upon the Infanta half an hour here.

together in a thoughtful speculative posture, which sure účould needs be te

dious, unless affection did sweeten it.Howell's Letters. “The treaty of the Again, of the Prince's final departure match''twixt our Prince Cafterwards from that court. “ The king and his Charles I.) and the Lady Infanta, is two brothers accompanied his Highnow, strongly a foot: she is a very ness to the Escurial, some twenty comely lady, rather of a Flemish come miles off, and would have brought plexion than Spanish, fair haired, and him to the sea-side, but that the carrieth a most pure mixture of red Queen is big, and hath not many and white in her face. She is full days to go. When the King and He and big-lipp'd; which is held a beauty parted, there past wonderful great rather than a blemish, or rather excess endearments and embraces in divers in the Austrian family, it being a thing postures between them a long time ; incident to most of that race; she goes and in that place there is a pillar to now upon 16, and is of a tallness be erected as a monument to posteriagreeable to those years." This leta ty.” This scene of royal congées ter bears date, 5th Jan. 1622. Turn assuredly gave rise to the popular, or we now to a letter dated 16th May, reformed sign (as Ben Jonson calls 1626. The wind was now changed it), of The Salutation. In the days about, the Spanish match broken off, of Popery, this sign had a more soand Charles had become the husband lemn import. of Henrietta. “ I thank you for your

MONTGOMERY'S “ SONGS OF ZION." We will now make an extract from a book, which is lying by our side, called the “ Songs of Zion.” It is written by Mr. Montgomery; who is perhaps the best poet, after Cowper, that the religious classes of society may call one of themselves. They have reason to be proud of him. He is an unaffected, strenuous, and sincere advocate of the cause which he believes to be good. And among the many sneers and objections which we

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have heard cast upon religious poets, we have never heard a breath against Mr. Montgomery. This is one of the triumphs of sincerity. He is as free from cant as a pupil of Voltaire can be; and we think that he is at least as well entitled to his own self-respect. We shall extract one of the “ Songs of Zion,"—the 104th ; partly because it is one of the most sublime and difficult to be rendered in rhyme,--and partly because it is one of those in which Mr. Montgomery may be said to have eminently succeeded. He has failed certainly in one or two instances.

This goodly globe his wisdom plann'd, is no equivalent for “ Who laid the foundations of the earth that they should not be removed for ever;" and the simplicity of “ Thou covered'st it with the deep as with a garment,” is far beyond the paraphrase of the third stanza.

But these are small objections. There is great breadth and spirit in the version. It reminds us, not to speak it profanely,” of Campbell's “ Battle of the Baltic”.(the best thing he has done). It is a rich and vigorous strain of song. It would become a vast cathedral, and a hundred instruments, harps and dulcimers and choral voices; for it tells finely a tale of earth and the heavens, and of things that shall endure for ever.

PSALM 104. My soul, adore the Lord of might;

And swells the grape, man's heart to With uncreated glory crown'd,

cheer : And clad in royalty of light,

- The moon her tide of changing He draws the curtain'd heavens around; knows, Dark waters his pavilion form,

Her orb with lustre ebbs and flows. Clouds are his car, his wheels the storm.

The sun goes down, the stars come out ; Lightning before Him, and behind

He maketh darkness, and 'tis night; Thunder rebounding to and fro; Then roam the beasts of prey about, He walks upon the winged wind,

The desart rings with chase and flight: And reins the blast, or lets it go :

The lion, and the lion's brood, This goodly globe his wisdom Look up, and God provides them plann'd,

food. He fix'd the bounds of sea and land.

Morn dawns far east ; ere long the sun When o'er a guilty world, of old,

Warms the glad nations with his beams; He summond the avenging main, Day, in their dens, the spoilers shun, At his rebuke the billows roli'd

And night returns to them in dreams : Back to their parent-gulf again ;

Man from his couch to labour goes, The mountains raised their joyful heads, Till evening brings again repose. Like new creations, from their beds.

How manifold thy works, O Lord, Thenceforth the self-revolving tide

In wisdon, power, and goodness wrought! Its daily fall and flow maintains ;

The earth is with thy riches stored, Through winding vales fresh fountains glide,

And ocean with thy wonders fraught : Leap from the hills, or course the plains; Unfathom'd caves beneath the deep

There thirsty cattle throng the brink, For Thee their hidden treasures keep.

And the wild asses bend to drink. Fed by the currents, fruitful

There go the ships, with sails unfurl'd,

groves Expand their leaves, their fragrance There, in his own mysterious world,

By Thee directed on their way; fling, Where the cool breeze at noon-tide roves,

Leviathan delights to play ;

And tribes that range immensity, And birds among the branches sing;

Unknown to man, are known to Thec. Soft fall the showers when day declines,

By Thee alone the living live; And sweet the peaceful rainbow shines. Hide but thy face, their comforts fly; Grass through the meadows, rich with They gather what thy seasons give; flowers,

Take Thou away their breath, they die: God's bounty spreads for herds and flocks':

Send forth thy Spirit from above, On Lebanon his cedar towers,

And all is life again, and love. The wild goats bound upon his rocks ;

Joy in his works Jehovah takes,
Fowls in his forests build their nests,

Yet to destruction they return;
The stork amid the pine-tree rests.

He looks upon the earth, it quakes,
To strengthen man, condemn'd to toil, Touches the mountains, and they burn;
He fills with grain the golden ear ;

-Thou, God, for ever art the same: Bids the ripe olive welt with oil,

I AM is thine unchanging name.

ON SPIDERS. Insects are very curious; and the Pallas (who was as quick as Finespider is a curious insect. There is ear) stands at once before the culprit. first, the Barbary spider, which is The nurse and damsels fall down; as big as a man's thumb. It carries but Arachne herself looks full at the its children in a bag, like a gypsey. goddess, with a changing cheek cers During their rionage, the young folks tainly, but otherwise firm and unterreside there altogether, coming out rified. Surely it would make å fine occasionally for recreation, but due picture. What says your oracle, Mr. tifully returning. In requital for Weathercock? Pallas is before the this, the young spiders, when they group are full grown, become mortal

-Venerantur numina Nymphæ, foes to the parent, attack him (or Mygdonidesque nurus. Sola esi non ter her) with violence, and if they are rita virgo. conquerors, dispose of his body in å Sed tamen erubuit, subitusque invita notavit way perfectly understood by our Ora rubor, rursusque evanuit. friends on the other side of the At

Ovid. Metam, lantic. Then there is the American We will conclude with an account spider (covered all over with hair), of two spiders of modern times. which is so large as to be able to de- It is said that the sexton of the church stroy small birds, and afterwards de- of St. Eustace, at Paris, was sur. tour them: and also the common spi- prised at very often discovering a der, which looks like a couple of penin- certain lamp extinct early in the sulas, with a little isthmus (its back) morning. The oil appeared always between. But the most remarkable to have been regularly consumed. spider of history was the daughter of He sat up several nights in order to the dyer Idmou,—Arachne. She, as discover the mystery. At last he many of our readers know, was saw a spider of enormous dimensions changed into a spider for challeng- come down the chain (or cord) and ing Minerva to surpass her tapestry. drink up all the oil.-A spider of vast This was impertinent enough, to be size was also seen in the year 1751 sure: whether it deserved its pu- in the cathedral church of Milan. nishment or not is a subject which It was observed to feed on the oil we leave to the Greeks. There is, of the lamps. It was killed (when however, something in the dauntless it weighed four pounds!) and afterbehaviour of Arachne, which, we may wards sent to the Imperial museum be permitted to say, strikes us as at Vienna. These stories are said to fine. On the challenge being given, be facts.

S. We rather admire that our Correspondent could forget that wonderful spider, the Tarantula, which perhaps bit St. Vitus, and for whose bite it is said that “ Music has charms,”-or that curious half-spider, the Sensitive Catch-fly,—or that more marvellous insect, the Caribbean, one of whose webs suffices for a fishing net, capable of catching the largest cod. Perhaps this last is too fabulous; but the two former are sufficiently vouched for to become objects of curiosity,

We should almost have suspected that our friend Clare had sent us a SonNet in another hand, the following is so much in his manner.

I NEVER pass a venerable Tree,

Pining away to nothingness and dust,
Ruins, vain shades of power, I never see,

Once dedicated to Time's cheating trust,
But warm Reflection wakes her saddest thought,

And views life's vanity in cheerless light,
And sees Earth's bubbles, Youth so eager sought,

Burst into emptiness of lost delight,
And all the pictures of life's early day
Like evening's striding shadows haste away,
Yet there's a glimmering of pleasure springs

From such reflection on earth’s vanity,
That pines and sickens o’er life's mortal things,

And leaves a relish for Eternity,

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The reader will spare us a preface to the next paper, which seems to be on " Epitaphs and Monuments." All we know of the matter is, that they should both be compact, and that neither should consist of base materials. The Epitaph should even be short. If there be any difficulty in suiting the peculiarities of an individual, there is one inscription--(Mors omnibus est communis) at the service of every body who chooses to die. It is like the magic ring, which became wider or narrower as the finger required, and suited ever body. It is like good Mr. Martin's blacking, to which no boot comes amiss; and it is as full of morality as a churchyard, or the Rake's Progress by Hogarth.

ON EPITAPHS AND MONUMENTS. I send you, Sir, the copy of an stance shall exclude them from your epitaph on one of the favourite ge- Magazine. It is true that they ará nerals of Napoleon. . It has remained rived here in a somewhat illegal manin my memory during many years. ner-they may, perhaps, have been Whether it has ever appeared in even injured a little by the sea-water print (in England) I do not know:1 -and possibly they are faded by have not seen it. The lines were time. Notwithstanding these things, communicated to me by a gentleman they appeal strongly to my feelings. who was a favorer of the Napoleon In fact, they please me. I do not dynasty," as it has been called. I stop to inquire whether the second believe (to come at once to facts) syllable of " Montebelli" (in the sea that they were smuggled over in á cond line) be long or short: I leave pair of silk stockings. It is for you all those matters to the critics. This to determine whether this cireum- is the epitaph.

Conditur hoc tumulo Martis non æmulus impar
Dux Montebelli ; filevit quem Cæsar amicus;
Flos equitum ; cui fida comes Victoria; terror
Hostis ; amorque tuus mærens O Gallia mater.
Heros hic socii cinerem requiescere jussit

Napoleo :- Virtus virtuti solvit honores. I had intended to give a poetical or Latin poetry in any shape into version of these lines; but perhaps a English literature,-and to make a simple translation of them in prose perfect poetical version is, I suspect, will be better. It is difficult to trans- impossible. plant the beauty and spirit of Greek

In this tomb lies buried the Duke of Montebello:
He, who was the rival of Mars:-he, for whom our Cæsar wept:
The flower of chivalry :-the companion of victory :
The terror of our enemies ;
And thy delight, O mourning mother, Gaul -
The hero Napoleon commanded
That the ashes of his comrade should rest here

This is the tribute which valour pays to valour. Methinks there is something grand beyond all common computation. in thus writing up, on bráss or mar- We are ready enough to boast of our ble, the honours of the dead. There great men, and to build them up is no claim so perishable--no fáme so busts and sepulchres-provided they transient, but it may be fixed and be politicians. But if their intellects saved from utter oblivion by the have a wider range, and spread over graver or the pen. I have always the whole province of letters, we sympathized very strongly with Mr. leave them to their reputation. If Godwin's desire to perpetuate the we go to Westminster Abbey, or memories of illustrious people. As elsewhere, we see the statue of the temples and the tombs of Rome Mr. the bust of Lord are a part of the national wealth, so a tablet or au urn which tells that Sir should our monuments form part of Somebody Something (a Whig or a ours. The good that must result Tory) sleeps beneath. But where is from keeping alive great actions is the grand public tomb of Milton, är

or or

of Shakspeare? where is the monu.. gate; and Shakspeare, whose genius ment of Chaucer? where is the lau- surpassed that of every other human relled head of Spenser? I do not ad- being since the creation of Adam, mit the poor bust at Stratford, nor has a tomb like a farmer's on the the memorial at Moorfields, or Crip- banks of the Avon. There is no plegate. We have one of the grand- Santa Croce here. Men must live in est temples in the world, - Saint their works, perish. Some of our Pauls; and there we put, and shall minor 'worthies,-Gray, Thomson, continue to put, statues of soldiers Prior, Dryden, &c. have niches, we and sailors, who gain for us our believe, in Westminster Abbey ; but little battles * (men, whose men have their masters and ours—the spirits crippled a 74-gun ship, or mown whose bright thoughts have illudown a squadron of horse,): but Mil- minated the land, and extended the ton, who had the highest imagination sphere of human intellect, are passed of any poet that ever breathed, lies by and forgotten.

G. unheeded in St. Giles's in Cripple

Leaving graves, and worms, and epitaphs,' we now come to-what? "a Wish!'. There must be some mistake in this title, we apprehend. To saya wish' is like saying 'a twin.' They are never alone. They come, like herrings, in shoals; but in no particular season. The floods of October and the drought of Summer are equally favourable to them. Like wallflowers, or the dark-red mosses, they thrive best in barren places ; and yet they are succulent plants, and would drain even a poet's fancy. We will set one of them in our “ meadow of margin:" perhaps it may live.

A WISH.

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Give me-Gods! I ask but this
Not rare beauty,—not a kiss,
Though from chaste Diana's lip;
Neither do I care to sip
From the deep Olympian bowls,
Nor to be where Lethe rolls
With her low laborious hum
Through Pluto's dim Elysium :
Neither may I now aspire
To extract, with pleasant pain,
From the bright Apollo's lyre
Frenzied songs again.-
These I leave. A gentler life
From that rich harmonious strife
Bids me.-Shall I disobey,
When pale Learning leads the way
Unto her green forest walks,
Where she muses, and oft talks
With her serious scholars young,
Who have from the wild world flung,
Full of fine dislike and scorn
Of all base things city-born-
Hate-Slander-Fame bought-Honour sold
The love-the lust--the pomp of gold,
The cunning of the courtier's smile,
The harlot's ease, the miser's toil,-
Where all for pleasure or poor gain
Is done, and all is done in vain?

C. I would on no account depreciate the merits of our naval or military men: I speak only in the way of comparison. A brave man, be he soldier or sailor, is useful, and has his undoubted claims to distinction ; but he is not a benefactor of the human race to the same extent as a philosopher or a poet. Our Italian friend, Belzoni, deserves a tomb; but it is for his exertions in Egypt, and not because he lifted a table with twelve men upon it. The physical and the intellectual are different things.

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