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necessary sanction, but all of them were forbid- and malevolent factions which swell its own list den-condemned!

of votaries, by exciting many who have been The Impresario, vexed at all these disappoint- unjustly condemned to exhibit the same feelings ments, and in despair at such prohibitions, at of ill-will to future aspirants; and as for the last bethought himself of the well nigh forgotten “envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitabledrama of "Il Barbiere,” which had been origi- ness" it creates, words cannot describe them. nally set by Paesiello, but not successfully; and But to return. It immediately flew all over no wonder, for Paesiello was, to our thinking, Europe, and has remained up to the present more a graceful and touching writer than pos- time--with the exception of " Guillaume Tell," sessed of a vein of comedy in music. This was perhaps—the most admired of our composer's at once complied with, and Rossini received the operas. order for the music. Rossini replied (though Shortly after this triumph, he produced we acquit him of all diffidence) that it was an at Naples “ Itello," the drama of which, by embarassing proposal to a young composer to the Marchese Berio, a dillettanti poet, was a set music to a drama on which so great a master wretched Italian raficamento of the sublime as Paesiello had already been engaged ; but original; and Rossini is even said to have been furthwith wrote to the veteran composer, fairly most reluctant to undertake its composition, stating the case. The old musician immediately for he was slightly acquainted with the masterreplied that he was delighted at the choice made piece of our immortal bard. It was, nevertheby the Roman police ! Dear old man ! where was less, received with undivided applause, and has thy vanity-thy amour propre? This quite set ever since been held in high esteem, and more Rossini's mind at ease-not very difficult to do at especially by musicians, not admirers of Rossini's any time; and he forth with set to work on the works generally; since it was in this work that libretto, and actually completed it within a fort- he first exerted himself in instrumentation, and night. He prefixed a modest preface to the first adopted that style of orchestral writing book, printing Paesiello's letter at full; and it which he is said to have borrowed from the Ger was performed on the first day of the Carnival. mans, but never with greater incorrectness. The Who, on witnessing the first representation of Germans, indeed! The School of Beethoren

, this opera, could have believed that though it Mozart, Ilaydn, and Weber, allied to Rossini was literally hooted off the stage-and violently, “ Hyperion to a satyr!"

No! While Rossini too-it would now, at a period of nearly thirty and the Italians, to deceive the ear from discoyears from that time, be still hailed over all vering its very inartificial construction, use every Europe as enthusiastically as if it were a new variety of instrument to swell the loudness of their as it is brilliant composition; but so it is, theme, by merely doubling its parts

, Mozart and such was the singular fate attending this taking him as the type of the German School opera. The audience-making the most unfa- in his accompaniments is full of the most ingevourable comparisons between many of the airs nious contrivance and exquisite variety and comwith some of the best remembered morceaux in bination, yet subdued and adapted to the situPaesiello's -- in their discerning and enligh-ation of the piece and the qualifications of the tened (?) indignation would not (and, doubtless

, performer. And the purity of style in Mozart did not) hear it. The critics all said that Rossini's can never be better exemplified than by trying air—“Una Voce poco fa,” now so celebrated how greatly the introduction of an unnecessary was quite out of all meaning, and only a succes- appogiatura will affect and interfere with his hare sion of endless cadenzè; making her appear— monies. And so it is with singers; and it is as not a young and inexperienced girl of sixteen, applicable now as then. If they do but possess wao, though love had made her ready-witted sufficiently strong lungs to make themselres and mancuvring, should sing artlessly—but a audible through the thunder of the tempest" woman that partakes far too greatly of the shrew of the orchestral accompaniments of Rossini and and vixen. "And the air, " Ecco che ridente il his followers, they have little to fear, and are as cielo,” which Almavira sings under her window, free from all restraint as their predecessors & wanted the tenderness and simple grace of Paie-century before. But let the same singers pero sello's rendering of it. Strange-strange to say, form in one of Mozart's operas, and with the the same audience who had condemned every chaste and subdued accompaniments of that bar without a hearing, on its second night wonderful master, and he will necessarily fail; seemed incited by the most opposite feeling: not so much from want of power as from the Every note was listened to and applauded with habit of having the voice supported by a mass rapture ; new beauties were discovered in every of sound, and it is this species of accompaniment bar, and they were enchanted by the brilliancy -aggravated and augmented by Rossini's follow of the music and its great dramatic effect. So much for the boasted impartiality of ing. Forced to oppose the force of vocal strength

ers-that has very greatly impaired Italian sink audiences! Alike in England as in Italy

, it is to that of orchestral power, and, in fine, obliged the blind adoration, or abuse and bigoted con- to obtain the victory, the singer naturally, in the demnation bestowed upon composers and singers woman, increases the voice into a scream, in that has blighted all that is bright and beautiful the male to a shout; and the Italian school of in art, and tended to bring disrepute upon singing, once so pre-eminent, has lost much, music': thus blasting the hopes of many a young very much, of its former sweetness and sound and deserving artist

, and creating those petty ness. And the slovenly and incorrect mode of

THE LOVE THAT NEVER DIES.

harmonisation, too, has tended much to the use of those empty and unmeaning roulades, now the taunt of that school, the purity of which, indeed, they are not at all fastidious about. In the scores of Rossini the most glaring faults of this nature are continually occurring, in direct violation of all rules of harmony. There are some who defend them by affirming they are hardly perceivable, and to a great extent, put in juxta-position with the other gifts Rossini possesses, they should be passed over ; but had such things been admitted by Haydn or Mozart into their scores, they would have been perceived at once, as the slightest discolouration undiscovered and unnoticed in the thick waters would be in the lucid depth of the spring fountain !

(To be continued.)

Friends may grow cold, the loved one we lov'd most
May cease to smile upon us, and despair
Brood o'er a heart in woes uunumber'd lost-
Leaving nor hope, nor aught of trust in prayer.
Yet 'mid this storm of desolation dwells
One love that never dies; of whose soft strain
Each note steals in upon us, and impels
Our soul to rise and happiness regain :
And this is Nature's. In the tongueless wind
The very leaves of Spring-the bright, blue sky-
Her voice breathes comfort to the care-worn mind,
Lifting its thoughts from earth to God on bigh;
While tears of holy rapture, o'er our cheek
Fast gliding, all we feel most eloquently speak.

ALFRED T.

THE WISDOM THAT IS

THAT IS GREATER THAN PRUDENCE.

BY CAMILLA TOULMIN.

“There is a Wisdom that is greater than Pru- Nature! The nature of noble souls has some dence !” says Coleridge ; and it is a fine thought, laws higher and more absolute than that of selfand boldly embodied. Prudence is undoubt- preservation, as countless deeds of self-devotion edly a virtue, which none but an idiot would might testify. "Self-preservation” is but a disparage; a quality, without which it is almost savage instinct; and self-aggrandisement, at the impossible for inan or woman to be successful expense of all the rest of the world, is only a in the struggle of life--and struggle there is of vice of civilization grafted upon it. Everybody some sort in every grade and position. And I –who observes at all-must have noticed the look upon it that the Wisdom which Coleridge number of people who are thought very good meant goes hand in hand with Prudence, folks because they have extended the circumteaches this to be nobler, and makes it more ference of their individual selfishness to the clear-sighted; never displaces it from its due limits of their family circle. " Excellent parents," authority.

as they are called, who make “justice to their Never was there a word more warped away children” an excuse for injustice to all the rest from its real meaning than this same Prudence. of the world. What a vast number of people make it an elastic It is with a sickening shudder one contemcloak to cover every act of wrong, extortion, and plates these scenes, for the self-delusion of the selfishness! As if it were an act of imprudence case only makes it more monstrous. These are to let pass any opportunity of self-aggrandise- the people who deem that “justice to their chilment, no matter what the cost or sacrifice may dren” demands they should provide for them be to others. Have they ever heard of a virtue competent instructors, yet will grind down the greater, indeed, than Prudence? Ay! as much accomplished governess to the lowest salary above it as the blue sky seems above the earth-- which she-driven by competition to the saddest Justice! To be strictly and literally Just in all our need of subsistence-will consent to take ; and doings almost exceeds the power of humanity, treat her as a generous mind would scorn to fettered as we are by evil habits of thought and treat the recipient of a favour, instead of with the action; but even the approach to such a cha- respect due to one whose services are beyond racter has something god-like in its attributes. A all measuring by the hireling's gold! These frightful, soul-degrading Selfishness is the vice are the men who on the merchant's mart take of the age, fostered by the thousand common advantage of some knowledge obtained by accierrors of education -

---errors to which, however, dent or stratagem, and cheut a brother merchant the world seems at last awakening: excused by | (and his family) as ruthlessly as a gamestêr would the example of the throng, made light of by throw the loaded dice. And the women are they vulgar proverbs, but none the less a source of who slander and cabal against others, obscure misery and moral degradation, infinite and and throw in the background the acquirements appalling!

or virtues of their youthful friends, that those of “But self-preservation is the first law of their own children may, as they think, shine out nature !” cries some one, who has been accus- more distinctly Trifles, some will say, not tomed to make self-interest the law of his con- worth mentioning! The idea of a lady excluding duct; and perhaps he adds, “Every one for one acquaintance from her parties because she is himself, and God for us all!” thinking this last too fine a musician; or persuading another to wish a sort of crowning benevolence.

dress unbecomingly; or circulating gentle hints

that the temper of a third is not to be compared how he could ever have looked upon it as diffiwith that of her Angelina, will to many, perhaps, cult, inuch less impossible. savour more of the ridiculous than anything else. And then, a few weeks afterwards, when she But as straws thrown up show clearly enough the was to leave the house, in which she had dwelt direction of the wind, so do these trifles mark for above thirty years, they had begged her character with frightful distinctness. I cannot to stay till she should have found a comthink that the respectable people” who do fortable lodging. What a parting there was ! these things would scruple at performing acts of There was the silver salver, with the sparkling greater injustice, if they thought them " but jus- wine gleaming through the fine glass, brought tice to their children !"

out for old Nurse on that occasion; and the There was an instance, not long ago, of a man

grown-up children, “her” children, as she loved of substance dying suddenly; his will having

to call them, had most of them a farewell gift to been drawn out, though not signed. To his present—value a few shillings. And the farce family this omission was of little consequence,

-or tragedy, as some might think it—was so for he had left his property to his widoty and cleverly acted that the victim herself was deluded

. orphans, who would still inherit it, with the ex

Her savings of £30, and such mementos of reception of a few legacies to acquaintances, who spect and affection as these, seemed to her poor wanted them not

, and one annuity. Perhaps simple heart an ample return for the Devotion this last provision was one of the most just in- of a Life! It was she who wept at the partingtentions of his life, and, moreover, was the fulfil- not for the bleak, dim, future into which she was ment of a promise. One of those faithful ser and habit. Simple, honest soul! But for her,

hurled--but at breaking the links of affection vants—who sometimes exist in real life as well and such as her, there are ministering angels in as on the pages of romance—had devoted the best years of her life to his service. She had heaven and on earth. been the tender Nurse of his children; had

Desolate as the world is to the Poor and the borne them in her arms in the helpless years of old, there are warm hearts in it that cheer the infancy; had watched by their beds through desolation and lighten the gloom ; and, as if by many a lingering illness ; had ever been a faith- a law of compensation, the victim of ingratitude ful if a humble friend, and had fulfilled not a few and injustice finds—how often !-a helping hand of a parent's duties. With the swift rolling of extended from some quarter where it is the least years the prattling, tottering, children had grown expected, and on which there is the least claim to be men and women, possessed of the strong

Happy are they whose middle station and hopeful energies of youth, and the Selfishness competent means save them from the tempta

tions of Want or Riches. of common characters.

For it is a curious Nurse! those swiftly rolling years had brought of Selfishness. Abject Poverty! Oh, how easy

But, alas for poor fact that either extreme fosters the animal instinct her from the meridian of life to its steep decline. it is to understand that its daily pressing wants She was a supernumerary in the house where she had so long been useful and active; but was

and corroding cares must narrow the sympathies too old, too worn out, to enter on a fresh ser

to Self, and dull the human mind to all those vice. The father, as I have hinted-partly from nobler emotions which are its rightful heritage ! an impulse of personal and perhaps grateful And yet all experience proves that the other er regard, and partly from a sense of justice--had treme of enervating luxury has an equally de purposed to leave old Nurse £40 a year, so that moralizing tendency, creating factitious wants her last days might be passed removed from the and troubles, which are almost as hard to be

borne as real ones. pinching of want or the dread or reality of a Workhouse.

I believe that our usefulness and activity, which are the chief means of human happiness

, How many an event is there in life which are in proportion to our Sympathy with the joys looks, when viewed in the future, as some im- and sorrows of our fellow-creatures. It is the possible thing-some barrier not to be passed- spark of light in the human mind by which we and yet which does give way, when reached, see the Fitness and Justness of all things; where readily as a snow bank in the sunshine! To this exists too strongly to be coerced, it will one not well versed in the world and its ways, it break the bonds of even riches or poverty. By would indeed have seemed an “impossibility," this light we see that all are brothers, and each a barrier not to be passed, for that gentle-looking, learns to make allowance for the faults of others. courteous-mannered widow to take advantage Carlyle says, with as much truth as aptness of of the want of formality in the Will, and turn expression, " The wealth of a man is the number adrift to the charity of the stranger the long of things which he loves and

blesses, which he is tried and faithful friend and servant. But she loved and blessed by!” And none can be rich

, did it in the easiest manner possible, and all computing by this wealth, who does not possess under the plea of “justice to her children !" whether he know it or not-the “Wisdom Yes, the impossibility was achieved by the soft- that is greater than Prudence ;” a wisdom est of phrases; as she sat on her damask sofa, which teaches him to practise Justice and Benes cambric-handkerchief in hand, and begged old volence; and, while doing to others as he would Nurse to be seated likewise. The thing too was be done by, to do only for himself, where the done in such an easy fashion, than an eaves- Balance of Justice is to be held, as he would do dropper would only have been amazed to think to them. Oh, if we acted thus, instead of plot

ting and planning with a near-sighted Prudence But instances crowd on the memory, and a vo. for the present, what a Future would wreath lume of illustrations might be written; ay, illusitself for us, by the most natural consequences, trations to prove that, even in a worldly sense, even in this world! Why, the Wisdom that is even in the weaving of that strange chain of cause greater than Prudence, and Prudence itself, are and effect, which we can trace so clearly in the yoke-fellows. If life be spared to see the ripen- past, and but by so dim a light in the future, there ing-which, it may be granted, is slow some- is a Wisdom greater than Prudence. Who cannot times—every unselfish act bears rich fruit in the recall instances of Selfishness over

r-reaching itself, sequel. Example is something; the genial in- and a false step blighting fair prospects; and, on Huence on all who contemplate this “acted wis the other hand, of noble conduct being indeed dom” is more ; and the elevation of the Doer's “bread cast upon the waters,” to be found after own mind is the most priceless guerdon of all! | many a day?

On

LITERATUR E. PEN AND INK SKETCHES of Poets, i graving of William Roscoe, author of the Lives of PREACHERS, AND POLITICIANS. p.p. 275. the De Medici, with a presentation line or two in his London: Bogue.- This is a right charming own hand-writing. The walls were decorated with book: it tells us much that is new of the illus- prints and pictures, and on the mantel-shelf were trious dead, linking the living with their memo

some models, in terra cotta, of Italian groups. ries ! The past and present spirits of real genius choice prints and water-colour engravings; but I was

the tables lay casts, medallions, and a portfolio of and talent are beautifully blended; and we have

too anxious to pay much attention to such matters, the actual experiences and impressions of the and so I sat down, anxiously awaiting the entrance writer himself, as he beheld and conversed with of the Poetess. these luminaries of mind, with no common eye “ And never, before or since, have I felt in such a and ear. The volume is enriched with an ex- Autter. For years and years I had read her poetry, quisite portrait of T. S. Coleridge, from a sketch and imagined all sorts of things about the authoress. by Washington Ailston, a speaking likeness of I had been told that she was beautiful, and readily the great original : the poet is represented sitting believed it – but I anticipated some disappointment with bosomed hand, thoughtfully composed, in this respect-in fact, I can scarcely tell how I and with a finely placid and meditative look: felt, when I heard the rustling of silks, and saw a Our greatest regret, on reading the volume,

lady enter the room. was its seeming brevity, so growing was the

“ Well-I am disappointed, was the rapid thought

which passed through my brain. The lady was in. interest felt as

we turned over its haunted teresting-looking enough, but bore no resemblance leaves. “ Pen and Ink Sketches” though whatever to the engraved portraits of Mrs. Hemans ; they be, each is a treasure for all right-minded she was much younger, too, than I imagined Mrs. readers. In brief and rapid succession we find H. to have been : and, to put the reader out of sus. ourselves introduced to a Robert Hall, John pense, it was not the Poetess of the Affections, but Foster and his Bristol contemporaries; now her close and attached friend, Miss Jewsbury, who having a day with Hannah More, and there had been deputed by Mrs. Hemans to make excuses meeting Dr. Aiken and Mrs. Barbauld, in the for a few moments” delay in receiving me. beautiful, and, to us, familiar grounds of Barley “ Miss Jewsbury was one of the most frank and Wood ; and pursuing, throughout, the pleasures open-hearted creatures possible. She gracefully apobefore-named with memories and portraits of logized for acting as Mrs. Hemans locum ienens, Mrs. Hemans, Miss Jewsbury, Dr. Raftes, and made me feel quite at my ease. Crabbe, Legh Richmond, Milman, Buckland, Hemans had a sister who frequently set her songs to

then who the lady was; but being aware that Mrs. Dr. Pusey, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Lamb, Shel- music, I imagined that my fair companion must be ley, Southey, Hazlitt, Byron, Johanna Baillie, her. 'I was not undeceived until after Mrs. Hemans Lady Blessington, Count D'Orsay, Abernethy, had made her appearance. Farraday, Paganini, James and Robert Montgo- It was not long before the Poetess entered the mery, Ebenezer Elliott, Peel, Brougham, Lynd- room. hurst, Macaulay, Shiel, D’Israeli, &c., &c., &c. the kindest manner, and then sat down opposite me; The following introduction to Mrs. Hemans is but, before doing so, introduced Miss Jewsbury. interesting, and will best suit our space, though “I cannot well conceive a more exquisitely beauby no means the best portion of the book. tiful creature than Mrs. Hemans was ; none of the However, we earnestly hope our fair and intel- portraits or busts I have ever seen of her do her jusligent readers will read and judge for them. tice, nor is it possible for words to convey to the selves.

reader any idea of the matchless, yet serene beauty

of her expression. Her glossy waving hair was parted "My knock at the door was answered by a ser. on her forehead, and terminated on the sides, in rich Fant girl-one of the pretty • Lancashire witches,' and luxuriant auburn curls : there was a dove-like by whom I was shown into a small parlour, where I look in her eyes, and yet there was a chastened sad. remained whilst my letter and card were taken to the 'ness in their expression. Her complexion was relady of the house.

markably clear, and her high forehead looked as pure " It was a very small apartment, but everything and spotless as Parian marble. A calm repose, not about it indicated that it was the home of genius and unmingled with melancholy, was the characteristic of taste. Over the mantel-shelf hung å fine en- expression of the face; but when she smiled, all

I did not know

She held out her hand and welcomed me in

case of Mrs. Hemans.

was not made for such as me.'

flowers.'

traces of sorrow were lost, and she seemed to be but the lofty and impetuous will, the vivid imagina• a little lower than the angels'--fitting shrine for so tion, the strong passions, nor the intuitive inpure a mind! Let me not be deemed a flatterer or sight into minds of others, common to high an enthusiast, in thus describing her, for I am only mental endowment. If the negation of vice, one of many, who have been almost as much cap- indeed, meant the height of virtue, or the abtivated by her personal beauty, as charmed by the sweetness and holiness of her productions. It ever

sence of folly the extreme of wisdom, Jervis poems were the reflex of the beauties, personal and Cleve might have some pretensions to the chamental, of their writers, they were indeed so in the racter claimed for him, but surely on no other

plea. As a delineator of manners, however, “We talked of L. E. L. Mrs. Hemans said she and of the petty passions, contests, and in. had received several letters from her, containing trigues of high life, Mrs. Gore is unrivalled. pressing invitations to visit London. A place I The manæuvring mother; the abject, self-seeknever was in, and never wish to be,' she observed. ing daughter ; the smiling envy; the shabby • My heart beats too loudly, even in this quiet place, triumphs; the perpetual lie, in short, in which and there I think it would burst . The great Babel the vulgar, be they great or small

, live and more, * She was very much pleased with an anecdote which is detected and exposed with matchless ease and I told her, with which one of her poems had some truth. The novel before us has very little story: thing to do. It was this :

Jervis, the parvenu, is a peasant-genius, who, from " Near the city of Bath is a secluded little church. his talents and good conduct, becomes a gentleyard, in which, amongst other monuments, is one of man and a scholar; George Joddrell is the son of pure white marble, on which was engraven the name a peer (Lord Hillingdon), who has ruined himself of a nobleman's daughter, and her age-seventeen. by extravagance and the “Turf.' Lady Hilling. In addition to this was the following stanza from don persuades her son to try and retrieve the Mrs. Hemans' poem, “ Bring Flowers :'

fortunes of the family by obtaining the hand of * Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed, Miss Hecksworth, a great heiress; and George, A crown for the brow of the early dead !

for this purpose, follows the young lady to For this from its bud hath the white rose burst, Naples, where she has gone for the recovery of For this in the wood was the violet nurs'd :

her health. Hither also Cleve has previously They have a voice for what once was ours,

repaired, and has been admitted to the society And are love's last gift.-Bring ye flowers-pale of the elite; among others, to that of Madame

Von Adlerberg, an ambassadress from one of “The space around that grave was filled with the German courts, who soon begins to show white flowers of all descriptions, planted for the most something more than common friendship for the part by stranger hands. No one ever removed a accomplished English scholar. Jervis is, howblossom from the grave, and there they fiourished, as ever, in love with the heiress, who is the daughter if in obedience to the mandate of the Poetess. It of his early patron, and secretly returns his love, was one of the most graceful tributes ever paid to

Among the coteries of Naples is a Colonel genius.

Come; I will show you my poetic mint,' she Cleveland, a soldier of fortune, for whose social said, and she led the way to a room over the one in and agreeable qualities Miss Hecksworth shows which we were sitting. It was a very small place, considerable admiration. The Colonel becomes but neat almost to a tault.

her suitor, and follows her to England. After Peers and PARVENUS; by Mrs. Gore. 3 means of a ci-devant mistress, to be an impostor

the lady's departure, Cleveland is discovered, by vols. (Colburn.)— Those who can find in the and villain, stained with every species of crime. graces of a lively and painted style, a substitute Cleve follows Miss Hecksworth to England, to for the sterner requisites of the novelist, will rescue her from the snare into which he supposes find abundance of entertainment in the writings that she is about to fall. The Colonel, on being of Mrs. Gore. True, her delineations do not detected, turns out to be Dick Cleve, Jervis's go much beyond that gossamer film, yclept brother, who, having in his boyhood been unmanners, which covers the surface of society. justly convicted of an offence against the game Indeed it is a general fault in all our fair laws, took to the habits which have ended in novelists, from Madam D'Arblay downwards, making him such an accomplished villain. Dick that the characters of their heroes, and other is turned over to the magistrates; Miss Hecksimportant personages who figure in their pages, worth dies; Jervis retires to the cloister; and instead of being left to develop themselves by George Joddrell

, now become Lord Hillingdon, their own words and actions, are made out by marries the next heiress to the Hecksworth the special pleading of the author, who, by con property. stantly assuring us that her hero is a miracle of This is not, on the whole, one of Mrs. Gore's virtue and wisdom, very naturally induces a best novels: the story wants interest and consuspicion that he is neither. In others we are centration; the incidents are too few for the called upon to love and to hate, to admire and length of the tale, but it contains abundance of to denounce, more from the dicta of the author the writer's sparkling and sarcastic humour; than from what we see in the characters them- she has a hawk's eye for fashionable folly or selves. Thus, in the novel before us, Mrs. Gore meanness. For examples, we must refer the is perpetually assuring us that the hero (Jervis reader to the character of the Clutterbucks, a Cleve) is a genius; but neither in word nor act family of city parvenus ; to that of their aunt, does he show any sign of it. He has neither Lady Hillingdon, the ruined peeress; and to the

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