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View of the Age of Hadrian.
On the absurd belief that the study
Power of Moral Reasoning.
cation of a Soldier.
Essays on British Zoology, No I.
On the Old Maids of the Greeks,
Modern Eloquence, in a series of Essays.
On the Modern Method of manu-
Macvey Napier, Esq.
Stael, her last Work, and never pub-
Notices of William Cleland, the
A Dissertation on the “ Periodical
from the German of Schlegel.
Curious Notices of Gawin Douglas,
Review of the “ Political Works" On the Character of Sappho.
A series of Essays on the more ob- Chiabrera.
On the Poets of the West End of Hebrews.
Remarks on the mean Qualifications
on the Etymological Genius of J. H.
On the fashionable Dances of Scot-
the Magistrates of Edinburgh.
Three Essays,-on the English, Duke Hamilton's Ghost, or the Un-
derminer countermined, a Poem, dat-
omitted by Lord Fountainhall.
cis Jeffrey and William Wordsworth ;
On the Taste of Burger in altering
On a proposed New Poetical Version
of the Psalms.
Remarks on the Religion of the of Wellington.-II. Kant and Cole
ridge-III. Milton and Wordsworth.
On old Scottish Proverbs on the Cæsar and Napoleon.–VII. Cataline
and Brougham.-VIII. Dennis and
Brown.-X. Thersites and Leigh
Essays on the Living Poets of Bri- stone.-XII. Plato and Forsyth.-
M'Nab.-XIV. Adam Smith and
A series of Letters from Lord
NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.
SOME OBSERVATIONS ON THE BIO- it were, in triumph beneath the yoke
GRAPHIA LITERARIA” OF S.T.COLE of misery or happiness. The soul
may be repelled from the contempla
tion of the past as much by the brightWhen a man looks back on his past ness and magnificence of scenes that existence, and endeavours to recall the shifted across the glorious drama of incidents, events, thoughts, feelings, youth, as by the storms that scattered ánd passions of which it was com the fair array into disfigured fragposed, he sees something like a glim- ments ; and the melancholy that mering land of dreams, peopled with breathes from vanished delight is, phantasms and realities undistinguish- perhaps, in its utmost intensity, as ably confused and intermingled-here unendurable as the wretchedness left illuminated with dazzling splendour, by the visitation of calamity. There there dim with melancholy mistsor are spots of sunshine sleeping on the it may be, shrouded in impenetrable fields of past existence too beautiful, darkness. To bring, visibly and dis as there are caves among its precipices tinctly before our memory, on the one too darksome, to be looked on by the hand, all our hours of mirth and joy, eyes of memory, and to carry on an and hope and exultation, and, on image borrowed from the analogy bethe other, all our perplexities, and tween the moral and physical world, fears and sorrows, and despair and the soul may turn away in sickness agony,-(and who has been so uni- from the untroubled silence of a reformly wretched as not to have been splendent Lake, no less than from the often blest ?-who sọ uniformly blest haunted gloom of the thundering as not to have been often wretched?) Cataract. It is from such thoughts, -would be as impossible as to awak- and dreams, and reveries, as these, en, into separate remembrance, all the that all men feel how terrible it would changes and varieties which the sea be to live over again their agonies and sons brought over the material world, their transports; that the happiest -every gleam of sunshine that beau- would fear to do so as much as the tified the Spring,--every cloud and most miserable ; and that to look back tempest that deformed the Winter. In to our cradle seems scarcely less awful truth, were this power and domination than to look forward to the grave. over the past given unto us, and were But if this unwillingness to bring we able to read the history of our before our souls, in distinct array, the lives all faithfully and perspicuously more solemn and important events of recorded on the tablets of the inner our lives, be a natural and perhaps a spirit,-those beings, whose existence wise feeling, how much more averse had been most filled with important must every reflecting man be to the events and with energetic passions, ransacking of his inmost spirit for all would be the most averse to such over- its hidden emotions and passions, to whelming survey—would recoil from the tearing away that shroud which trains of thought which formerly agi- oblivion may have kindly flung over tated and disturbed, and led them, as his vices and his folțies, or that fins
and delicate veil which Christian hu. modified, and coloured our intellecmility draws over his virtues and acts tual character. Yet this work would of benevolence. To scrutinize and be alike useless to ourselves and others, dissect the character of others is an unless pursued with a true magnaniidle and unprofitable task; and the mity. It requires, that we should most skilful anatomist will often bestand aloof from ourselves, and look forced to withhold his hand when he down, as from an eminence, on our unexpectedly meets with something he souls toiling up the hill
of knowledge ; does not understand--some conforma--that we should faithfully record all tion of the character of his patient the assistance we received from guides which is not explicable on his theory or brother pilgrims ;-that we should of human nature. To become ope- mark the limit of our utmost ascent, rators on our own shrinking spirits is and, without exaggeration, state the something worse ; for by probing the value of our acquisitions. When we wounds of the soul, what can ensue consider how many temptations there but callousness or irritability. And it are even here to delude ourselves, and may be remarked, that those persons by a seeming air of truth and candour who have busied themselves most with to impose upon others, it will be alinquiries into the causes, and motives, lowed, that, instead of composing meand impulses of their actions, have moirs of himself, a man of genius and exhibited, in their conduct, the most talent would be far better employed lamentable contrast to their theory, in generalizing the observations and and have seemed blinder in their experiences of his life, and giving them knowledge than others in their ignore to the world in the form of philoso
phic reflections, applicable not to himItwill not be
any thing self alone, but to the universal mind we have now said in any way bears of Man. against the most important duty of What good to mankind has ever self-examination. Many causes there flowed from the confessions of Rousare existing, both in the best and the seau, or the autobiographical sketch worst parts of our nature, which must of Hume? From the first we rise with render nugatory and deceitful any con a confused and miserable sense of tinued diary of what passes through weakness and of power of lofty asthe human soul; and no such con- pirations and degrading appetencies fessions could, we humbly conceive, of pride swelling into blasphemy, and be of use either to ourselves or to the humiliation pitiably grovelling in the world. But there are hours of so dust-of purity of spirit soaring on lemn inquiry in which the soul re the wings of imagination, and grossposes on itself; the true confessional ness of instinct brutally wallowing in is not the bar of the public, but it is “Epicurus' stye"-of lofty contempt the altar of religion ; there is a Being for the opinion of mankind, yet the before whom we may humble our most slavish subjection to their most selves without being debased ; and fatal prejudices-of a sublime piety there are feelings for which human towards God, and a wild violation of language has no expression, and which, his holiest laws. From the other we in the silence of solitude and of na rise with feelings of sincere compasture, are known only unto the Eter- sion for the ignorance of the most ennal.
lightened. All the prominent features The objections, however, which of Hume's character were invisible to might thus be urged against the writ. his own eyes ; and in that meagre ing and publishing accounts of all our sketch which has been so much admire feelings, -all the changes of our mo- ed, what is there to instruct, to rouse, ral constitution,—do not seem to ap- or to elevate—what light thrown over ply with equal force to the narration the duties of this life or the hopes of of our
mere speculative opinions. that to come? We wish to speak with Their rise, progress, changes, and ma- tenderness of a man whose moral char
urity, may be pretty accurately ascer acter was respectable, and whose talents tained ; and as the advance to truth were of the first order.
But most is generally step by step, there seems deeply injurious to every thing lofty to be no great difficulty in recording and high-toned in human Virtue, to the leading causes that have formed every thing cheering, and consoling, the body of our opinions, and created, and sublime in that Faith which
sheds over this Earth a reflection of and affect us with a phantasmagorial the heavens, is that memoir of a world- splendour. lg-wise Man, in which he seems to It is impossible to read many pages contemplate with indifference the ex- of this work without thinking thai Nr tinction of his own immortal soul, and Coleridge conceives himself to be a far jibes and jokes on the dim and awful greater man than the Public is likely verge of Eternity.
to admit; and we wish to waken him We hope that our readers will fore from what seems to us a most ludigive these very imperfect reflections on crous delusion. He seems to believe a subject of deep interest, and accom- that every tongue is wagging in his pany us now on our examination of praise,-that every ear is open to imMr Coleridge's “ Literary Life,” the bibe the oracular breathings of his invery singular work which caused our spiration. Even when he would fain ideas to run in that channel. It does convince us that his soul is wholly ocnot contain an account of his opinions cupied with some other illustrious and literary exploits alone, but lays character, he breaks out into laudatory open, not unfrequently, the character exclamations concerning himself; no of the Man as well as of the Author; sound is so sweet to him as that of and we are compelled to think, that his own voice : the ground is halwhile it strengthens every argument lowed on which his footsteps tread; against the composition of such Me and there seems to him something moirs, it does, without benefitting the more than human in his very shadow. cause either of virtue, knowledge, or He will read no books that other peoreligion, exhibit many mournful sacri- ple read ; his scorn is as misplaced fices of personal dignity, after which and extravagant as his admiration ; it seeris impossible that Mr Coleridge opinions that seem to tally with his can be greatly respected either by the own wild ravings are holy and inPublic or himself.
spired; and, unless agreeable to his Considered merely in a literary point creed, the wisdom of ages is folly ; of view, the work is most execrable. and wits, whom the world worship, He rambles from one subject to an- dwarfed when they approach his veneother in the most wayward and capri- rable side. His admiration of nature cious manner ; either from indolence, por of man, we had almost said his reor ignorance, or weakness, he has never ligious feelings towards his God,--are in one single instance finished a dis- all narrowed, weakened, and corrupt, cussion; and while he darkens whated and poisoned by inveterate and was dark before into tenfold obscurity, diseased egotism ; and instead of his he so treats the most ordinary com- mind reflecting the beauty and glory mon-places as to give them the air of of nature, he seems to consider the Taysteries, till we no longer know the mighty universe itself as nothing betfaces of our old acquaintances beneath ter than a mirror, in which, with a their cowl and hood, but witness plain grinning and idiot self-complacency, fiesh and blood matters of fact miracu- he may contemplate the Physiognomy lously converted into a troop of phan- of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Though toms. That he is a man of genius is he has yet done nothing in any one certain ; but he is not a man of a department of human knowledge, yet strong intellect nor of powerful talents. he speaks of his theories, and plans, He has a great deal of fancy and and views, and discoveries, as if he imagination, but little or no real feel- had produced some memorable revoluing, and certainly no judgment. He tion in Science. He at all times concannot form to himself any harmonious nects his own name in Poetry with landscape such as it exists in nature, Shakspeare, and Spenser, and Nilton; but beautified by the serene light of in politics with Burke, and Fox, and the imagination.' He cannot conceive Pitt; in metaphysics with Locke, and simple and majestic groupes of human Hartley, and Berkeley, and Kant ; figures and characters acting on the feeling himself not only to be the wortheatre of real existence. “But his thy compeer of those illustrious Spirits, pictures of nature are fine only as but to unite, in his own mighly inimaging the dreaminess, and obscurity, tellect, all the glorious powers and faand confusion of distempered sleep; culties by which they were separately while all his agents pass before our distinguished, as it his soul were eneges like shadows, and only impress dowed with all human power, and was