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man, who reads it once will ever be and patriotic feeling, have no place able to prevail upon himself to read it in his writings. His religion is a poor again. One feels the same disgust at tame dilution of the blasphemies of the the idea of opening Rimini, that im- Encyclopædie-his patriotism a crude, presses itself on the mind of a man of vague, ineffectual, and sour Jacobinfashion, when he is invited to enter, ism. His works exhibit no reverence for a second time, the gilded drawing- either for God or man ; neither altar room of a little mincing boarding- nor throne have any dignity in his school mistress, who would fain have eyes. He speaks well of nobody but an At Home in her house. Every two or three great dead poets, and in thing is pretence, affectation, finery, so speaking of them he does well ; and gaudiness. The beaux are attor-' but, alas ! Mr Hunt is no conjurer neys' apprentices, with chapeau bras TEXIN 8 raybavet. He pretends, indeed, and Limerick gloves-fiddlers, harp- to be an admirer of Spenser and teachers, and clerks of genius: the Chaucer, but what he praises in them belles are faded fan-twinkling spin- bis never what is most deserving of sters, prurient vulgar misses from praise—it is only that which he humschool, and enormous citizens' wives. bly conceives bears some resemblance The company are entertained with to the more perfect productions of Mr. lukewarm negus, and the sounds of a Leigh Hunt; and we can always dispaltry piano-forte.

cover, in the midst of his most violent Al the great poets of our country ravings about the Court of Elizabeth, have been men of some rank in so- and the days of Sir Philip Sidney, and ciety, and there is no vulgarity in any the Fairy Queen-that the real objects of their writings ; but Mr Hunt can- of his admiration are the Coterie of not utter a dedication, or even a note, Hampstead and the Editor of the Exwithout betraying the Shibboleth of low aminer. When he talks about chi. birth and low habits. He is the ideal of valry and King Arthur, he is always a Cockney Poet. He raves perpetually thinking of himself, and small about“green fields,” “jaunty streams, party of friends, who meet once a-week and “o'er-arching leafiness,” exactly at a Round Table, to discuss the merits as a Cheapside shop-keeper does about of a leg of mutton, and of the subjects the beauties of his box on the Cam

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are to write.-Mr berwell road. Mr Hunt is altogether Leigh Hunt's ideas concerning the suunacquainted with the face of nature blime, and concerning his own powers, in her magnificent scenes; he has bear a considerable resemblance to never seen any mountain higher than those of his friend Bottom, the weaver, Highgate-hill, nor reclined by any on the same subjects; “ I will roar, stream more pastoral than the Serpen- that it shall do any man's heart good tine River. But he is determined to to hear me.”-“ I will roar you an be a poet eminently rural, and he 'twere any nightingale.” rings the changes—till one is sick of The poetry of Mr Hunt is such as him, on the beauties of the different might be expected from the personal

· high views” which he has taken of character and habits of its author. As God and nature, in the course of some a vulgar man is perpetually labouring Sunday dinner parties, at which he has to be genteel-in like manner, the assisted in the neighbourhood of Lon- poetry of this man is always on the don. His books are indeed not known stretch to be grand. He has been in the country; his fame as a poet allowed to look for a moment from the (and I might almost say, as a politi- antichamber into the saloon, and miscian too,) is entirely confined to the taken the waving of feathers and the young attorneys and embryo-barris- painted floor for the sine qua non's of ters about town. In the opinion of elegant society. He would fain be althese competent judges, London is the ways tripping and waltzing, and is world-and Hunt is a Homer.

sorry that he cannot be allowed to Mir Hunt is not disqualified by his walk about in the morning with yelignorance and vulgarity alone, for be- low breeches and flesh-coloured silking the founder of a respectable sect stockings. He sticks an artificial rosein poetry. He labours under the bur- bud into his button hole in the midst den of a sin more deadly than either of winter. He wears no neckcloth, of these. The two great elements of and cuts his hair in imitation of the ali dignified poetry, religious feeling, Prints of Petrarch. In his verses

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he is always desirous of being airy, the Cockney School views every thing graceful, easy, courtly, and ITALIAN. like moral truth, is apparent, not only if he had the smallest acquaintance from his obscenity, but also from his with the great demi-gods of Italian want of respect for all that numerous poetry, he could never fancy that the class of plain upright men, and unstyle in which he writes, bears any, pretending women, in which the real even the most remote, resemblance to worth and excellence of human societhe severe and simple manner of Dante ty consists. Every man is, according -the tender stillness of the lover of to Mr Hunt, a dull potato-eating Laura-or the sprightly and good-na- blockhead-of no greater value to tured unconscious elegance of the in- God or man than any ox or dray. imitable Ariosto. He has gone into a horse-who is not an admirer of Vol. strange delusion about himself, and is taire's romans, a worshipper of Lord just as absurd in supposing that he Holland and Mr Haydon, and a quoter resembles the Italian Poets, as a greater of John Buncle and Chaucer's Flower Quack still (Mr Coleridge) is, in im- é and Leaf. Every woman is useful agining that he is a Philosopher after only as a breeding machine, unless she the manner of Kant or Mendelshon- is fond of reading Launcelot of the and that “the eye of Lessing bears Lake, in an antique summer-house. a remarkable likeness to MINE," i. e.

How such an indelicate writer as the eye

of Mr Samuel Coleridge. * Mr Hunt can pretend to be an adThe extreme moral deptavity of the mirer of Mr Wordsworth, is to us a Cockney School is another thing which thing altogether inexplicable. One is for ever thrusting itself upon the great charm of Wordsworth’s noble public attention, and convincing every compositions consists in the dignifiman of sense who looks into their pró- ed purity of thought, and the pa. ductions, that they who sport such triarchal simplicity of feeling, with sentiments can never be great poets. which they are throughout penetrated How could any man of high original and imbued. We can conceive a genius ever stoop publicly, at the pre- vicious man admiring with distant sent day, to dip his fingers in the least awe the spectacle of virtue and purity; of those glittering and rancid ob- but if he does so sincerely, he must scenities which float on the surface of also do so with the profoundest feel. Mr Hunt's Hippocrene? His poetry ing of the error of his own ways, and resembles that of a man who has kept the resolution to amend them. His company with kept-mistresses. His admiration must be humble and silent, muse talks indelicately like a tea-sip- not pert and loquacious. Mr Hunt ping milliner girl. Some excuse for praises the purity of Wordsworth a her there might have been, had she if he himself were pure, his dignity as been hurried away by imagination or if he also were dignified. He is alpassion ; but with her, indecency seems ways like the ball of Dung in the faa disease, she appears to speak un- ble, pleasing himself, and amusing clean things from perfect inanition. bye-standers with his “ nos poma na Surely they who are connected with tamus." For the person who writes Mr Hunt by the tender relations of Rimini, to admire the Excursion, is society, have good reason to complain just as impossible as it would be for a that his muse should have been sol Chinese polisher of cherry-stones, or 2 prostituted. In Rimini a deadly gilder of tea-cups, to burst into tear wound is aimed at the dearest confi- at the sight of the Theseus or the dences of domestic bliss. The author Torso. has voluntarily chosen-a subject not The Founder of the Cockney Schoo of simple seduction alone-one in would fain claim poetical kindred with which his mind seems absolutely to Lord Byron and Thomas Moore gloat over all the details of adultery Such a connexion would be as unsuitand incest.

able for them as for William Words The unhealthy and jaundiced me- worth. The days of Mr Moore dium through which the Founder of follies are long since over ; and, as he

is a thorough gentleman, he must ne Mr Wordsworth (meaning, we presume, cessarily entertain the greatest corto pay Mr Coleridge a compliment,) makes tempt for such an under-bred perse him look very absurdly,

as Mr Leigh Hunt. But Lord By: " A noticeable man, with large grey eyes.” ron! How must the haughty spirit o

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Z. hunter. The insult which he offered to Lord Byron in the dedication of Rimini, --in which he, a paltry cockney newspaper scribbler, had the assurance to address one of the most LVI. OF THE EDINBURGH REVIEW nobly-born of English Patricians, and ENTITLED, one of the first geniuses whom the WEST INDIA AFFAIRS. world ever produced, as “My dear Byron," although it may have been The lead which has been taken by forgotton and despised by the illus- the Edinburgh Review in all discus trious person whom it most nearly sions connected with colonial matters, concerned,-excited a feeling of utter has given an authority to its dogmas loathing and disgust in the public in every question of colontal policy, to mind, which will always be remem- which, on more accurate investigation, bered whenever the name of Leigh it will be found by no means entitled. Hunt is mentioned. We dare say Mr Instead of dispassionate inquiry into Hunt has some fine dreams about the the real merits of any case, it uniformtrue nobility being the nobility of ta- ly advocates whatever appears hostile lent, and flatters himself, that with to the views of those who, from their those who acknowledge only that sort local knowledge, are most conversant of rank, he himself passes for being with colonial affairs, and attempts to the peer of Byron. He is sadly miso stigmatize them with

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odious taken. He is as completely a Plebeian epithet that can be conceived. This is in his mind as he is in his rank and so contrary to the true spirit which station in society. To that highest and ought to influence discussions on which unalienable nobility which the great the happiness of so many depends, Roman satirist styles “sola atque uni- that it is a paramount duty in every ca,” we fear his pretensions would be individual, however humble his ata equally unavailing

tainments, to counteract such misThe shallow and impotent preten-chievous and injurious proceedings, by sions, tenets, and attempts, of this boldly proclaiming whatever facts he man,--and the success with which his may possess. This duty is rendered influence seems to be extending itself still more cogent when that individual among, a pretty numerous, though is a decided abolitionist both in princertainly a very paltry and pitiful, ciple and practice; who wishes for the set of readers,--have for the last attainment of all the good that the two or three years been considered most enthusiastic disciple of the African by us with the most sickening aver- Institution can anticipate, but who will

The very culpable manner in not compromise truth and integrity. which his chief poem was reviewed in This general impression has been fully the Edinburgh Review (we believe it confirmed by an article in the 56th is no secret, at his own impatient Number of the Edinburgh Review, and feverish request, by his partner which professes to be a critique of a in the Round Table), was matter of medical work by Dr Williamson ; but concern to more readers than our- which in fact is, as is too often the case selves. The masterly pen which in- in that Journal, a summary of the peflicted such signal chastisement on culiar tenets of the Reviewer, in which the early licentiousness of Moore, little notice is taken of the work itself, should not have been idle on that oc- except to pervert the statements and casion. Mr Jeffrey does ill, when he reasonings of the author. The exadelegates his important functions into mination which it is now proposed to such hands as those of Mr Hazlitt. make must consist of two parts. It was chiefly in consequence of that First, A brief analysis of the genegentleman's allowing Leigh Hunt to ral principles adopted by the Reviewpass unpunished through a scene of er; and, slaughter, which his execution might Second, An inquiry into the use so highly have graced, that we came made of Dr Williamson's Observato the resolution of laying before our tions. readers a series of essays on the Cock- In both of these a few general and VOL. II.

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he is always desirous of being airy, the Cockney School views every thing graceful, easy, courtly, and ITALIAN. like moral truth, is apparent, not only If he had the smallest acquaintance from his obscenity, but also from his with the great demi-gods of Italian want of respect for all that numerous poetry, he could never fancy that the class of plain upright men, and unstyle in which he writes, bears any, pretending women, in which the real even the most remote, resemblance to worth and excellence of human societhe severe and simple manner of Dante ty consists. Every man is, according --the tender stillness of the lover of to Mr Hunt, a dull potato-eating Laura-or the sprightly and good-na- blockhead-of no greater value to tured unconscious elegance of the in- God or man than any ox or drayimitable Ariosto. He has gone into a horse-who is not an admirer of Volstrange delusion about himself, and is taire's romans, a worshipper of Lord just as absurd in supposing that he Holland and Mr Haydon, and a quoter resembles the Italian Poets, as a greater of John Buncle and Chaucer's Flower Quack still (Mr Coleridge) is, in im- & and Leaf. Every woman is useful agining that he is a Philosopher after only as a breeding machine, unless she the manner of Kant or Mendelshon- is fond of reading Launcelot of the and that “ the eye of Lessing, bears Lake, in an antique summer-house. a remarkable likeness to MINE," i. e. How such an indelicate writer as the eye of Mr Samuel Coleridge. * Mr Hunt can pretend to be an ad

The extreme moral deptavity of the mirer of Mr Wordsworth, is to us a Cockney School is another thing which thing altogether inexplicable. is for ever thrusting itself upon the great charm of Wordsworth's noble public attention, and convincing every compositions consists in the dignifiman of sense who looks into their pró- ed purity of thought, and the paductions, that they who sport such triarchal simplicity of feeling, with sentiments can never be great poets. which they are throughout penetrated How could any man of high original and imbued. We can conceive a genius ever stoop publicly, at the pre- vicious man admiring with distant sent day, to dip his fingers in the least awe the spectacle of virtue and purity; of those glittering and rancid ob- but if he does so sincerely, he must scenities which float on the surface of also do so with the profoundest feelMr Hunt's Hippocrene? His poetry ing of the error of his own ways, and resembles that of a man who has kept the resolution to amend them. His company with kept-mistresses. His admiration must be humble and silent, muse talks indelicately like a tea-sip- not pert and loquacious. Mr Hunt ping milliner girl. Some excuse for praises the purity of Wordsworth as her there might have been, had she if he himself were pure, his dignity as been hurried away by imagination or if he also were dignified. He is alpassion ; but with her, indecency seems ways like the ball of Dung in the faa disease, she appears to speak un- ble, pleasing himself, and amusing clean things from perfect inanition. bye-standers with his “ nos poma naSurely they who are connected with tamus.” For the person who writes Mr Hunt by the tender relations of Rimini, admire the Excursion, is society, have good reason to complain just as impossible as it would be for a that his muse should have been sow Chinese polisher of cherry-stones, or a prostituted. In Rimini a deadly gilder of tea-cups, to burst into tears wound is aimed at the dearest confi- at the sight of the Theseus or the dences of domestic bliss. The author Torso. has voluntarily chosen-a subject not The Founder of the Cockney School of simple seduction alone-one in would fain claim poetical kindred with which his mind seems absolutely to Lord Byron and Thomas Moore. gloat over all the details of adultery Such a connexion would be as unsuitand incest.

able for them as for William WordsThe unhealthy and jaundiced me- worth. The days of Mr Moore's dium through which the Founder of follies are long since over ; and, as he

is a thorough gentleman, he must ne* Mr Wordsworth (meaning, we presume,

cessarily entertain the greatest conto pay Mr Coleridge a compliment,) makes tempt for such an under-bred person him look very absurdly,

as Mr Leigh Hunt.

But Lord By. " A noticeable man, with large grey eyes.” ron! How must the haughty spirit of

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Lara and Harold contemn the subal- ney School of which here terminates tern sneaking of our modern tuft- the first.

Z. hunter. The insult which he offered to Lord Byron in the dedication of Rimini,-in which he, a paltry cockney newspaper scribbler, had the as- STRICTURES ON AN ARTICLE IN NO. surance to address one of the most LVI. OF THE EDINBURGH REVIEW, nobly-born of English Patricians, and ENTITLED, PRESENT STATE OF one of the first geniuses whom the WEST INDIA AFFAIRS. world ever produced, as “ My dear Byron," although it may have been The lead which has been taken by forgotton and despised by the illus- the Edinburgh Review in all discustrious person whom it most nearly sions connected with colonial matters, concerned, -excited a feeling of utter has given an authority to its dogmas loathing and disgust in the public in every question of colontal policy, to mind, which will always be remem- which, on more accurate investigation, bered whenever the name of Leigh it will be found by no means entitled. Hunt is mentioned. We dare say Mr Instead of dispassionate inquiry into Hunt has some fine dreams about the the real merits of any case, it uniformtrue nobility being the nobility of ta- ly advocates whatever appears hostile lent, and flatters himself, that with to the views of those who, from their those who acknowledge only that sort local knowledge, are most conversant of rank, he himself passes for being with colonial affairs, and attempts to the

peer of Byron. He is sadly mise stigmatize them with every odious taken. He is as completely a Plebeian epithet that can be conceived. This is in his mind as he is in his rank and so contrary to the true spirit which station in society. To that highest and ought to influence discussions on which unalienable nobility which the great the happiness of so many depends, Roman satirist styles " sola atque uni- that it is a paramount duty in every ca,” we fear his pretensions would be individual, however humble his ata equally unavailing

tainments, to counteract such misThe shallow and impotent preten- chievous and injurious proceedings, by sions, tenets, and attempts, of this boldly proclaiming whatever facts he man,-and the success with which his may possess. Thi

duty is rendered influence seems to be extending itself still more cogent when that individual among, a pretty numerous, though is a decided abolitionist both in princertainly a very paltry and pitiful, ciple and practice; who wishes for the set of readers,—have for the last attainment of all the good that the two or three years been considered most enthusiastic disciple of the African by us with the most sickening aver- Institution can anticipate, but who will sion.

The very culpable manner in not compromise truth and integrity. which his chief poem was reviewed in This general impression has been fully the Edinburgh Review (we believe it confirmed by an article in the 56th is no secret, at his own impatient Number of the Edinburgh Review, and feverish request, by his partner which professes to be a critique of á in the Round Table), was matter of medical work by Dr Williamson ; but concern to more readers than our- which in fact is, as is too often the case selves. The masterly pen which in- in that Journal, a summary of the peflicted such signal chastisement on culiar tenets of the Reviewer, in which the early licentiousness of Moore, little notice is taken of the work itself, should not have been idle on that oc- except to pervert the statements and casion. Mr Jeffrey does ill, when he reasonings of the author. The exadelegates his important functions into mination which it is now proposed to such hands as those of Mr Hazlitt. make must consist of two parts. It was chiefly in consequence of that First, A brief analysis of the genegentleman's allowing Leigh Hunt to ral principles adopted by the Reviewpass unpunished through a scene of er; and, slaughter, which his execution might Second, An inquiry into the use so highly have graced, that we came made of Dr Williamson's Observato the resolution of laying before our tions. readers a series of essays on the Cock- In both of these a few general and Vol. II.

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