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“ Let the gall’d jade wince.” Some Corder, the murderer of Maria Marof his notes are equally cutting. ten, to whom he was betrothed, How well does he observe that the rose from his knees in a chapel, and effects of certain creeds may be hastened to dip his hands in her traced in the visages that adorn sun blood. What hideous work must dry godly magazines, and which some preaching make among all the speak’ more than volumes of the feel- thoughts produced on the mind by ings which could produce such ef- conscience! What utter confusion fects on the human countenance! and reversal of all the sanctities of shewing the analogy between the nature! Minds so disturbed have conformation of features and the not unfrequently rushed to the percreed-ruling passions of the mind. petration of the most horrid crimes. And difficult it is to say whether the Ît is—to make use of perhaps a vuleffect is more hideous or ludicrous gar expression—touch and go with in some of these certainly not hu- all weak and ignorant-to which add man, and yet not altogether diaboli- vicious and savage minds—who sit cal aspects! Mr Bowles says, that, under some anti-moral expounders of among a thousand others, he can God's holy word. So far we agree avouch for the following fact, illus- with all Mr Bowles has said, or can trating the effects of an abhorrence say, on such a dreadful subject; but of morals characteristic of some sects. he goes much too far, we cannot A young woman, of most respectable help thinking, when he says, speakcharacter, taught the children in a ing of the dialogue between Macclergyman's village-school to read. beth and his wife after the murder After some time, she told the lady of of Duncan, that if Corder could have the clergyman she should no longer endured that heart-rending scene, let superintend the school, as she had him have waited till he saw that found, too late, she had been bred up terrible picture of remorse, when herself in“ sad moral way!She Lady Macbeth appears in her sleep, was soon put out of this sad moral and “ I would venture to say, that way, Mr Bowles adds, and brought this deed of blood would not have before the magistrate to affiliate the been done!” That is too much to first fruits of her new anti-moral venture to say; for, in the first place, creed.

the ignorant blockhead might not have But though we do, from the very understood it; and, in the second bottom of our hearts, agree with Mr place, the callous monster might not Bowles in the main, in his most elo- have felt it; and, in the third place, quent and powerful denunciations the infatuated wretch might have of the wicked and fatal creed, against been even stimulated to the crime which he launches the lightnings of by the very picture of its acting behis indignation, he treads, in a few in- fore his eyes, for God only knows all stances, on dark and difficult ground, the mysteries of wickedness; and, where we are unwilling to follow fourthly, had the murderess struck him, and where it is probable we him with kindred passions of fear should part company in the haunted and remorse, such passions are au gloom of metaphysics. There is a agony to endure; and the lisp or Calvinism, we believe, which is a leer of some prostitute on the street dreadful and a fatal faith; but there might have driven them out of his is a Calvinism which, though dark, is, head, and let in upon it again the we believe, not dangerous ;-witness determined dream of blood. moral and religious Scotland. But The evils of conventicles are great at present no more of this.

to the wicked; but the blessings of Mr Bowles, in exposing the folly– theatres are to the wicked, we susand worse than folly—of those knaves pect, but small ; while to the good, or idiots who speak of that“ wicked they serve, even at the best, chiefly sinner" Shakspeare, says truly, that to please and improve the taste and the drama is far more effective as the imagination, and through their a corrector of crimes, in many in- agency, to elevate, no doubt, our stances, (in many instances think you, moral feelings, and to awaken our sir ?) than some places of worship enthusiasm for virtue. But then it where anti-moral doctrines of dif- is to be remarked, that with all ferent shades are preached. Mr the inevitable corruptions--and ine

vitable they seem to be—of the dra- example, most disgusting and loathma, in a state of great wealth and some, to hear some broad-backed, high civilization, theatres may be to thick-calved, greasy-faced, well-fed, many places rife with danger,-and and not-badly-drunk caitiff, of some that we allow, notwithstanding the canting caste, distinguished in private senseless jeremiads against play- and public life for the gross greedihouses, of the Master-Tailor of The ness with which they gobble up every Age, a Poem. The influence of lite- thing eatable within reach of their rature in general—the drama inclu- hairy fists,-preaching, and praying, ded—is benignant and beneficent; and exhorting young people, full of but it may be overrated; and the flesh and blood of the purest and strength and stability of the moral clearest quality, to forsake and forsoul of a people, is in the Christian swear the world,—to quell within religion, and in the Bible. This, Mr them all mortal vanities, and appeBowles indeed knows as well as tites, and lusts ? To whom is the we do; and how gloriously he ex hound haranguing? What means presses it!

he by lusts, while the sweet face is “ Therefore, without a comment, or a note,

before him of that innocent girl of We love the Bible, and we prize the more fifteen or twenty ? For what are years The spirit of its pure unspotted page, to her, into whose eyes God and the As pure from the infectious breath, that Saviour have put that light angelical? stains,

—that ineffable loveliness, as pure Like a foul fume, its hallow'd light, we from taint, as the beauty of the rose hail

blushing on her lily breast, which she The radiant car of Heav'n, amidst the gathered in the dewy garden a few clouds

hours

ago, among the earliest songs Of mortal darkness, and of human mist, of birds, while yet the pensive exSole, as the Sun in Heav'n !"

pression had not time to leave her We know not a more certain symp- countenance, still lingering there from tom of hypocrisy in religion, than in the piety of her soul-breathed prayminds, themselves obviously worldly ers? Shocking, to hear the ugly monin the extreme, an exaggerated con ster coarsely canting to such a creademnation of all little worldlinesses ture of her--corruption! She knows in all other honest people, gravely that she belongs to a fallen nature. jogging, or gaily skipping along their Oftentimes her tears have flowed to path of life. Those people are often think how undeserving she was of the least worldly, on whom they who all the goodness showered on her make the loudest boast of their un head from Heaven. Often hath she worldliness, seek basely to affix that looked on the lilies of the field, and opprobrious epithet. For they walk envied their innocence. Meek and the world with a heart pure as it is humble is she, even in her most joycheerful; they are, by that unpre- ful happiness; contrite and repentant tending purity, saved from infection; even over the shadows of sin, that and as there are as many fair and may have crossed her spirit, as the healthy faces to be seen in the smoke shadows of clouds suddenly over “a and stir of cities, as in the rural wilds, stationary spot of sunshine.” Even 80 also are there as many fair and for her sake, she knows that “ Jesus healthy spirits. The world—the wept.” With what a reverent touch wicked world—has not that power do these delicate hands of hers turn over us Christians, that the canters over the leaves of the New Testasay; and as for the mere amusements ment! Her father and her mother of the world,-frivolous as they may intensely feel themselves to be Christoo often be,— little or no power have tians, while she reads to them the they over that which is “so majesti- story of the crucifixion. She rememcal." Yet, to listen to some folks, bers not the time, when she knew you would think that all the boys and not Him who died to save sinners. girls one sees," like gay creatures of For her parents were instructed by the element,” dancing under a chan- these words,—“Suffer little children delier pendant from the roof, like to be brought unto me, and forbid some starry constellation, were qua- them not; for of such is the kingdom drilling away to the sound of music, of heaven.” Fine are all the threads into the botjomless pit. Is it not, for of holy feeling, by which her pure

that Hell

We

thoughts are linked and allied, as the An evening hour with cárds; who deonis. lines of gossamer floating with their dew-drops all over the flower-gar- Burns fiercer for a Saraband." den, from which she culls garlands We dare say Mr Bowles, like ourfor those she loves-her young com- selves, has long given up dancing, panions, and her aged friends? The and that though he may occasionally clown breaks through them all

, with join in a rubber of whist for sixthe slang of his tongue and his eye; penny points, he is, like ourselves, no and frightens her as with the bellow

very assiduous card-player. Tother ing of some wild and unclean beast evening we laid aside our crutch, and in the bowers of paradise. And why tried, not unsuccessfully, to stand up will parents suffer such hoofs within in a quadrille, rather than that fifteen their gates? Is not his rank smell sufficient to sicken the family? Areed of their dos-à-dos-and we acquit

young people should be disappointnot the roses and the lilies insulted ted ourselves like a Lancer. Same by his fetid breath ? And Flora put to evening, we faced an old lady, át flight as by a Satyr ?

whist—and with the exception of a Forsake the world, indeed! Who single revoke, which had like to bring made it ?—who fitted, us for it?

down an old house about our ears, who placed us in it?—what duties lie

we played to the delight of Hoyle's out of it? Not one. For love to our ghost, who kept looking all the while fellow-creatures is of God, and love to God is of our fellow-creatures, victorious card in our irresistible

over our shoulder, pointing to each and both alike draw breath from this hand. Surely there was no sin in bright and breathing world.”

that, Dr Cantwell ? Mr Bowles truly must not forsake the world, even though it should have been darkened says, that the two great crimes of a

professed Puritan, most truly the by the sins of ourselves and others;

“ NOMINAL” Christian, are, and have birds of calm are often seen in storm; been, from the time of the Manicheans, the primrose smiles on the brow of the Drama and the Dance. To these the windiest hill, nor cares for sleet or

abominations, such Christians consnow; and hath not a Christian soul

stantly add CARD-PLVYING, without the same power to preserve itself from scathe, which has been given to insen. with the spirit of gaming. It is easy,

distinguishing whether accompanied sate and inanimate things? And then he adds, to conceive the reason why what sort of a world is to be sub- the old Fathers were so horror-struck stituted for the one we are wickedly at dancing, considering the licentious bid to abandon? A dark, narrow

character of the Eastern dance. But world, indeed,-yet, narrow as it is, what resemblance is there in a social haunted by thoughts that can, and too often do, debase and terrify in- meeting of this kind, to which a fato idiocy or madness. For nature and daughters, and of which in their

ther and a mother bring their sons thwarted, must dwindle into decay youth they have taken part, without or distortion,—the very shape of the

one evil thought or feeling? He who soul becomes deformed,-its lineaments ghastly, as with premature

can view such a meeting with image ; the spring is struck out of life; pure feeling, certainly had better stay the gracious law of her seasons is rity in his heart to confess such ideas ?

away; but what must be the impudisobeyed; and on the tree of know- The spirit of Puritanism, he conledge we are to look for fruits before cludes, is as much like the spirit of blossoms! Bad philosophy, and worse Christianity, as the mermaid, which religion.

was carried about for a show, conCommend us to such Christianity sisting of an ass's head and fish's tail, as Mr Bowles preaches so eloquent- is like a beautiful woman. ly in this poem. To use his own

The worthy Rector waxes uncomwords, no priest is he,

monly facetious on the idolatrous ““ Who deems the Almighty frowns upon the charge of the youths of this age,

practices laid by the Cantwells to his Throne, Because two pair of harmless Dowagers, “There is a certain wicked and inost idoWhose life has lapsed without a stain, latrous machine, called a Round-about ; beguile

and though we are commanded not to

scene.

sudden ray,

make the likeness of any thing above the That sleeps in sin! Harrow the inmost earth, or under the earth,' this machine

heart has a number of idolatrous images, in Of murderous intent, till dew-drops stand, wood, representing horses! But, far worse Upon his haggard brow! Call Conscience than this, boys and girls instead of pre

up, cocious edification, in the mysteries of" Like a stern spectre, whose dim finger destiny and decrees (to the horror of this points age, of the march of intellect, be it spo To dark misdeeds of yore! Wither the arm ken)-boys and girls together are found Of the oppressor, at whose feet the slave. riding round, with the most impious tran Crouches, and pleading lifts his fetter'd quillity, and apparent sedate satisfaction,

hands! one after the other, on the same wooden Thou violator of the innocent, likenesses of little horses !

Hide thee! Hence! hide thee in the deep-s

est cave, In pleasant accordance with such views of the perfect harmlessness of From man's indignant sight! Thou Hy,

pocrite, many of the gaieties of this life, humble or high, Mr Bowles sketches a

Trample in dust thy mask, nor cry' Faith

- Faith, beautiful picture of a little rural festival, which ended, as we know, That stirs not the foul heart ! Horrible

Making it but a hollow tinkling sound, though we were not there to see,

wretch, with a choral flower-dance:

Look not upon the face of that sweet child, “ If we would see the fruits of charity, With thoughts which Hell would tremble Look at that village group, and paint the

to conceive!

Oh shallow, and oh senseless !-in a world Surrounded by a clear and silent stream,

Where rank offences turn the good man Where the swift trout shoots from the

pale

Who leave the Christian's sternest code, to A rural mansion, on the level lawn,

vent Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade Their petty ire on petty trespassesIs drawn,as with a line, from roof to porch, If trespasses they are—when the wide Whilst all the rest is sunshine, O'er the

world trees

Groans with the burden of offence, when In front, the village-church, with pinnacles,

crimes And light grey tower, appears; while to Stalk on, with front defying, o'er the land, the right,

Whilst, her own cause betraying, ChristAn amphitheatre of oaks extends

ian zeal Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded Thus swallows camels, straining at a

knoll, Where once a castle frown'd, closes the

That is fine vigorous writing; but And see, an infant troop, with flags and

the Poet rises into yet a loftier flight, drum,

and he takes us along with him on - Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath his wings:

the woods, On_to the table spread upon the lawn,

" Oh! whilst the car Raising their little hands when grace is

Of God's own glory rolls along in light, said;

We join the loud song of the Christian Whilst she, who taught them to lift up

host, their hearts

(All puny systems shrinking from the In prayer, and to remember, in their

blaze,) youth,

Hosannah, to the car of light! Roll on! God, their Creator,'-mistress of the

Saldanna's rocks have echoed to the hymns scene,

Of Faith, and Hope, and Charity! Roll (Whom I remember once, as young,) looks

Till the wild wastes of inmost Africa, on, Blessing them in the silence of her heart. Where the long Niger's track is lost, reAnd we too bless them.

spond,

Hosannah, to the car of light !' Roll Against what sins, then, ought the Christian preacher to denounce the

From realm to realm, from shore to farjudgments of offended Heaven? List

thest shore, en to our Christian Poet;

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Till the poor widow, from the burning some of the worthy Rector's most espile

teemed friends; and deservedly praiStarting, shall lift her hands to heaven, sing “Generous Hoare," the owner

of the “Elysian Temple of Stourhead” That she bas found a Saviour, and has the Reverend Mr Skurray,

heard The sounds of Christian love!' -Oh! hor

“ distributor rible,

Of bounties large, yet falling silently The pile is smoking !--the bamboos lie

As dews on the cold turf"there, That held her down when the last strug the excellent Earl of Cork and Orgle shook

rery at Marston-Mrs Heneage of The blazing pile! Hasten, oh! car of light!

Compton-House,
Alas! for suffering nature ! Jaggernaut,
Arm'd, in his giant car, goes also forth

“who never turn'd her look Goes forth, amid his red and reeling priests,

From others' sorrows-on whose lids the

tear While thousands gasp and die beneath the wheels,

Shines yet more lovely than the light of As they go groaning on, 'mid cries, and youth”—

drums, And flashing cymbals, and delirious songs

Mrs Methuen of Corsham-House, Of tinkling dancing girls, and all the rout “fair as Charity's own form,” and the Of frantic Superstition! Turn away! Rev. Charles Hoyle, vicar of Overton, And is not Jaggernaut himself with us, near Marlborough, of whom our Poet Not only cold insidious sophistry, speaks with more than common afComes, blinking with its taper-fume, to fection and esteem ;—a man, we belight,

lieve, of genius, learning, and virtue. If so he may, the Sun in the mid Heaven !

And so endeth Part Second of BanNot only blind and hideous blasphemy well Hill. Scowls in his cloak, and mocks the glo. Part Third is entitled The Spectre rious orb,

and Prayer-Book, a Tale of a Cornish Ascending, in its silence, o'er a world

Maid, versified from an extraordinary Of sin and sorrow, but a hellish brood Of imps, and fiends, and phantoms, ape History of Cornwall. It has many

and striking fact in Mr Polwhele's the form

touches true Of Godliness, till Godliness itself

to nature, and is Seems but a painted monster, and a name

throughout elegantly written; but it For darker crimes; at which the shudder

is overlaid with ornament, and does ing heart

not storm the heart through the imaShrinks; while the ranting ront, as they gination. Crabbe could have told

the story far better in far fewer words; Mock Heaven with hymns, till, see-pale by merely keeping to it - graspBelial

ing the soul of it—and scorning all Sighs o'er a filthy tract, and Moloch marks

unessential adjuncts. But no manWith gouts of blood-his brandish'd Ma no Poet can at once be a Bowles and gazine !

a Crabbe-any more than a Coleridge Start, monster, from the dismal dream ! and a Wordsworth—a Campbell and Look up!

a Moore-a Byron and a Scott. Let Oh ! listen to the Apostolic voice, every man and poet stand on his own That, like a voice from Heaven, proclaims, legs—a single pair ; but let him take to Faith

warning by Mr Atherstone, and beAdd Virtue :' there is no mistaking here;

ware of stilts. Whilst moral Education, by the band,

Mr Bowles (we charged him some Shall lead the children to the House of

pages

back with an occasional fib) God

would fain make us believe that it Nor sever Christian Faith from Christian Love."

had been raining all the while he

was telling a Tale of a Cornish Maid. From this high flight the Muse That was a plumper. Yet we for. stoops her wing, and winnows her give the fib_ for his beautiful way of way with softly-gliding plumes along telling it. Part Fourth thus opens : “ the beautiful fields of England,” as “ The show'r is pass'd—the heath-bell, at Southey so simply and truly calls

our feet, them; in the neighbourhood of Ban Looks up, as with a smile, tho' the cold well Hill, visiting the residences of dew

march on,

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