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gether with bis strange countenance, of whom we have said so much in the forined such a spectacle, that even at course of this true bistory ; but this this melting moment, it was impossible chagrio was not of any duration, for to check a laugh. Even Eroestine her the war in Finland was neither periselt smiled for the first time, since her lous nor long. separallon from Amurat - precious The Minstrel gayly grew old under smile it was a prelude to the happi- the shade of his serpent—the others ness she was about to enjoy. The began to taste happiness, but for him, Lund Abbot ibrice opened bis mouth be had always been happy. Feeling, to aduress Sabaoth, and thrice burst out however, an increase of happiness at joto laughter-he recovered bimself, the comfortable arrangements, he adhowever, but it was not without diffi- dressed his chaste companion in a digcully, to say, " Sir Sabaoth, after the dified manner, which he knew how ocbrilliant situation you lately occupied casionally to put on. “I have been under a Zegris, it may perhaps be in- every thing that it has pleased you to decorous in mne to offer you the less make me- I have been cuckolded and honourable employment of taking care beaten, and yet, my dear, I am happy." of the mule, the ass, and two cart- -His wife continued to cook, in her horses of the convent, together with best manner, for all the ladies who my hackney—but it is all I can offer sought hospitality ; and Ernestine bad you, and the only employinent that is the attention to keep the apartments Dow vacant."

very clean, and the beds well made. “ My reverend father," replied the The young boys now became as big as old Moor," heasts for beasts, it is all father and mother; passed one of them one to me ; and I shall like as well to for the best chimer, and the other for curry asses and mules as Andalusiao the best raker of walks in all the counmares. My misery and troubles have try of Cambresis. cured me of ambition ; I therefore ac- The Lord Abbot felicitated himself cept your offer, and will be the head of on having attached so many worthy guir stud, whatever it may consist of.” people to bis monastery. There were

The marriage-day of Amurat and none, not even Sabaoth, who did not Ernestine was fixeu, it was a holy day feel pride in their employment, and he for all the va-sals of the monastery of was quoted as the first of all grooms in Vaucelles ; and Amurat, on becoming that neighbourhood. The Abbot seea husband, did not cease being a lover. ing them all so contented by his means, Ernestine recovered her good looks, was happy bimself from having been and the gayety of her age. She had the cause—but we may search now, only one chagrin, when her husband alas, in vain, for such worthiness in departed with the young Cambresian, monasteries or elsewhere.

From the Literary Gazette.

WINDOWS IN MEN'S BREASTS.. Mr. Editor, THE idea, though not new, of the geons and anatomists, made such a

1 effect of a little window in front window before every heart ? Ridicuof the human breast, was lately started lous idea! for if the heart could be in one of our public journals. The no- seen like i he face, it would soon become tion so pleased me, that it was continu- deceitful and hypocritical, aod we ally running in my miod; I thought of should gain nothing after all. Be that nothing but Richerand and Hervey as it may, I could think on nothing reading the heart of a living man. How else, and the consequence was, that the happy should we bave been, thought I, other night I had a dream on the subhad pature, more skilful than our sur. ject, wbich, with your permission, I will relate. I presume you have no ob- dor was announced. Excellent! thought jection to insert a Dream in your paper, I, I shall now have the key to all the for many large volumes contaio nothing cabinets in Europe. But how was I else ; and I am sure it is no unusual disappointed! It was the most impenething to find a dream in a periodic trable heart that can be imagined—an journal. My dream was as follows:- absolute labyrinth. I beheld oothing

I thought I had become prime min. but folds above folds-a mass of inister of a great and powerful kingdom. trigues and subterfuges. I turned, and I gave a grand entertainment. The perceived another heart, which I boped party was numerous, and every one I should be able to comprehend with present bad, without knowing it, the less difficulty. It was light and sliplittle window above mentioned in front pery, and continually in motion. I of his breast.

was curious to know whether it had evI first observed two learned men, er received a wound; it had received a who were, to all appearance, on very thousand—but they were all so slight good terms with each other, for they that scarcely a scar was visible. They were inseparable during the whole appeared merely like the pricks of a pin. evening. One was on the eve of pub- Several gay gentlemen, however, Hate lishing a new work. I complimented tered themselves that they had riveted him on his production, and promised this heart, but they were deceived. to speak favourably of it to the king. Cupid was out of humour with it, and At that moment I observed a gentle resolved to be revenged. One of his swelling of his heart. The thing was arrows yet remained untried. It was perfectly natural, and it was only what a golden one, and golden arrows selI expected ; but I was not a little aston- dom miss their aim. The heart of the ished to observe a kind of contracting fair lady was pierced through and motion in the heart of the other. His through. breathing was suspended, and I may al. In one corner of the drawing-room most say that he appeared to be stifled sat a philosopher, who was far from beby the success of his friend.

. ing displeased at the notice be attracted. Near me stood a man on whom I had Philanthropy (formerly we should have conferred the greatest obligations, who called it humanity) was his whim. He hoped that I would render lim still fur- thought of nothing but charitable instither acts of service, and who was con- tutions, Lancasterian schools, and tinually talking to me of his gratitude. soup establishments for the poor. A Now gratitude is the memory of the good action in which he did not parheart, and, like the mental memory,may cipitate gave him pain. I looked be expected to leave some traces on the through the little window : his heart organ which it affects. So at least phi- was distended to the utmost, but like a losophers explain the matter. Though balloon, it was filled only with air. far from suspecting the sentiments of my I detest hypocrites in morality, and friend, I was pleased with this opportu- coxcombs in virtue ; but cold and innity of ascertaining that my obligations seasible hearts please me as little, I had not been bestowed on one who was had now one of the latter class before unworthy of them. I looked at his me. It was as smooth and as hard as heart; but what was my astonishment stone; and had never been moved by to find it was as smooth as polished any generous sentiment. It was not marble,-my favours had made not the the heart of a Jew of the Hebrew race slightest impression on it.

(for they are no worse than other peoA gentleman entered with his wife ; ple, and do not deserve the insults that their hearts were perfectly tranquil. A are directed against them,) but of a young officer appeared. The heart of Christian Jew, a money-lender and one of the couple became agitated. It contractor. was not the husband's.

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literary characters were present. There She had not yet uttered a word. What was one author, with whose sentimen- was my joy and astonishment! Her tal verses the company were delighted, heart was the purest and most candid He was an elegiac poet. I promised of any one present. It scarcely apmyself much gratification in observing peared to throb, yet it was evident, that of what elements his impassioned, deli- when the young lady opened her mouth, cate, and tender heart, was composed. it would fly to her lips. I watched the But I could discover nothing remarka- motion of her eyes, and they at length ble. Indeed it cost me some trouble met mine. I was young, for we are to find out whether or not he really always young in our dreams. She had a heart.

blushed, and at that moment an arrow, I turned to another, who was not a darting from I know not whence, writer of poetry, but who took upon struck her heart, and inflicted a deep himself to judge of the productions of wound. It was the first she had ever others. He was a philologist and cri- received. The blood which flowed tic by profession. I observed on bis from it was like that of the Goddess heart only a few livid spots, like those wounded by Diomede. I wished to which are produced by envy; and some examine what was passing in my own drops of gall were emitted on every beart, for I thought I felt the countermotion of the organ.

stroke of the dart which bad pierced But though I was unfortunate enough hers. I looked in vain througb the to meet with so many black and impure little window in my own breast—the hearts, it must be acknowledged that glass was obscure and tarnished-athick there were among the company some mist seemed to be before it. Thus no of a very opposite stamp..

mortal can read his own heart ! One person in particular deeply ex- Nemone in sese possit descendere nemo! cited my interest, and whose heart I was for some time afraid to look at,lest it This reflection rexed me: I became should not prove as amiable as I wish- irritated : I awoke, and had the mortied. She was a young lady about 17 fication to find that with my dream had years of age, beautiful as an angel, vanished the sweetest illusion of my and as modest as she was beautiful. whole life ! From a Flemish Journal.



From Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Nov. 1818.
THIS is by far the best of all Orator We wish to speak in the most flat-

1 Phillips's orations, and perhaps the tering terms of Orator Phillips, but we chief cause of its excellence is, that the are aware, that he is a gentleman glutsole subject of it is himself. He keeps tonous of praise, and, of ostrich-like bis eye steadily fixed on that great power of digestion. It is impossible personage, and the language of self- to satisfy such an appetite. He must adoration becomes sublime. He speaks have heaped up measure, and running as if he were looking all the while into over, or he gets sulky, and will have, a mirror,-each new gesticulation cre- none of it. He turned up his nose at ates new energies, his address to the frugal and salubrious repast son others thus assumes the impassioned promptly spread for him by the Edin.b character of a soliloquy,—and he is burgh Reviewer, nay, threw it some perhaps the only orator who ever wholly what unceremoniously into the face orn forgot that he had an audience. bis entertainer, Can we, thereform of

• Calumny Confuted.-Speech, delivered at the Dinner, given by a Select and Numerous Party of Friends, for the purpose of Refuting the Remarks of the Quarterly Review, on the Character and Conduct of an Emineat Barrister. Milliken, Dublin. 1817.

held out by the bonourable and learne"


not not

member of Winchelsea ? Yet, we are The chairman had, it seems, read not without hopes, that he may be immediately after the cheese) the arprevailed upon to accept our eulogies, ticle in the Quarterly Review, which who do not pretend to be orators Our- gave occasion to the august meeting. selves, but inere critics of oratory in It is impossible not to be struck with others. He despised, as it was natural the consummate skill with which the for him to do, the envious calumnies Orator steals upoo the sympathy of of Brougham and Jeffrey, those lille his auditors. How cain, yet bow and disappointed men, of whose elo. energetic, is his commencement. quence, as Mr. Phillips well observes,

. “Think for a moment on the article our

Thin no one ever heard-low and petty- chairman has just read, amid barsts of infogging practitioners, who look up dignation which even bis dignity could sot with bitter hatred

E control. I know not who this defamer is

on the “Young obscurity is his bield---oblivion in his safePride of Erin," from the hopeless abase. guard ; let him oot Aatter himself that he is ment of their obscurity. What have the object of my wrath--let bum Dot hope

the nouvur of my reveuge. I mean not to such small fork to do with Councellor tinge the cloud ihat conceals him witb the and Orator Phillips ? The world, who reflected brightness of my glory :---the light hoond of whom for she first time than heard of them for the first time, when

oing, that would destroy, Iluminates: Qever

did the temple of Ephesus.--in all the spleje they gave a public opinion of that illus- dour of its primitive pride, in all the impostag trious young man, has long since for- graudeur of its architecture, in all eberlese

edness of its beauty--attract-uch ammated gotten theinwhile, on the contrary, attention, as when it shovec--the star of Mr. Phillips, who has taken the well- eartho--the torch of heaven---a blazliig be koown instrument out of the hands of coo---in run awful!---in de troction that.

Dificent !---( Loud and repeated barsts of ap fame, and boldly flown with it at his plause.)" '-** mouth across the Irish channel, makes

Every thing is now swept away by a very great noise in the world indeed!

the torrent. Hear how be reveis aod and successfully acts the part of his own illy acts the part of his own riots in bis strength.

in Trumpeter, The Speech, from which we shall

“I like not that cold and cautious court

of Criticism, where Spleen sits in judgmeat now give our readers a few extracts, upon Splendour, where Prudevce pleads was delivered under circumstances of against Passion, and the Orator is lost in the

Rhetorician ; I love not that barreo and peculiar solemnity. A dinner had

bounded circus, where the captivos adver. been given to the Orator in a tavern in sary entangles in his pitiful net the warnor, Dublin, by a hundred select friends, whose weapon he is too weak to wield ---

Oh, it disgusts the heart to see the sons of who were desirous of expressing their little men assume the proud port of the admiration of his talents and respect for giant! Oh, it deadens the soul, to behold his character. at the moderate expense an object enthroned in ideal elevation, pre

septing us obscurity, for pilept; for subof half-a-guinea a bead, including a limity, darkness !--- the waggon rumbling bottle of port-wine. On the cloth be- over a rugged and rutted road, might more

successfully emolate the deafen ng peal of ing withdrawn, tbe Orator rose, and the thu uderbolt--the meteor, whose birthentered into a vindication of himself place is the swamp, whose home is the wilagainst the aspersions of the Quarterly

derness, might better vie in beauty and

"my beatitude with the standing star, who rejoicReview. The grandeur of the occa- es for ever in the vaulted 'sky, and atlones “sion-the magnitude of the cause the in his rapid revolutions the song that first solemnity of the time the magnificence soothed the ear of infant Existence."

of the place--the nobility of the audi- Having thus exposed the ignorance "Pence-the genius of the Orator-formed of the Quarterly Review, he next seiz

Utogether such an assemblage of glory es on a stili more vulnerable poive-his sig has but rarely before been witnessed Envy; and the picture he draws of that

h) this sublunary scene. It is enough demon, deprives Spencer of all claim to we say, that the Speech spoken during the character of a poet. How feeble you at bigh hour was worthy of Mr. his allegory to the living reality of the on hillips-of his audience--and of the demon of Orator Phillips. was vern in which they had previously “But Envy---tbig whispering demon

this pale passion of the wan and wasted


VOL. 4.]

Mr. Phillips's Speech.


mind---this sorceress, whose eye gazes with flicting--and why? Because I have not in vain desire on the efforts of opposing genius the pride of pedantry poured forth cold catill its beam deadeos in the overpowering taracts of Norman-Freich, because I have blaze, and its circle of vision becomes con- not showered down on the heads of an untracted and confined ;--- this self-elected ri- prepared jury heavy hailstones of Srlavoval, whose heart throbs with eager and idle Dian-Latin---because I have chosen rather a * emulation, till its aspirations assume a fret- simple appeal addressed to the passions of fal fervour---a feverish rapidity ;---this black meo, than a detail dark and dull with comcrucible---in which our vices and our virtues plicated controversy -- wit! concatenated ---our weakness and our worth ---our rights confusion.--- I detest the veil of mysterious and our reputation are amalgamated with all mummery, that would fling its folds over the dark and debasing ingredients, which the the porch of justice.--I despise the legal busy hand of Malice can collect, while, over learning, that, like the black sun of the Inthe streaming and stupefying caldron, Hatred dian Mythology, wells forth rays of darkhovers with clouded' brow, Ridicule sneers Dess---beans of obscurity.---My appeal is to with writhing lip, and Scandal howls her a moral court of conscience---to the charterhymn of idiot incantation. (Unprecedented ed chamber of intellect.--to the throne of applause for many minutes. )"

justice in the beart of man.---[Applause.) But perhaps the finest, and certainly It is the Bank of Ireland to a mealy the most triumphant passage in this no- potato-on the head of the orator. ble oration, is that where he destroys, The fight is taken out of the man wiihby his eloquence, that " consistency” out a name and Mr. Phillips thus which he had formerly deserted in his throws a somerset over the ropes. “ conduct."

.“ Need I now repeat what I have uttered " But let us not be deceived by Declama. in England and in Ireland---in London and tion, that fatal faculty, who flings over every in Liverpool-in Cork and in Kerry---REobject a prismatic profusion of delusive FORM!---radical, resisties. REFORM! ---la dyes ; let us examine what are the merits the new birth of your Parliameut you will of this boasted blessing this courtly consis. hail the regenerat oo of your Country !--- I tency ?---Oh ! well may she vagnt her paren- bave said it often and often-s-again and tage! well may she be vain of her connex- again, but I was not attended to; I have jons: the daughter of Obstinacy--- the sister said it in Prose.--I was not attended to: I and the spouse of Stubboroness-upholy was have said it in Verse I was not attended to. the hour of their horrid and hateful nuptials! There is a peculiar and appropriate diaaccursed were the rites of the eternal cere- lect--a language that is not Prose, that is mopy--when Bigotry held the torch, whose not Verse, but whicb, while it possessess all lustre was the light of Hell, over the altar the strength and sine w of Prose, charms with blackened and blushing with blood; and ac- all the magic and melody of Verse, that comcursed are the children of their incestuous bines the energy of Eloquence with the eucommerce !--CONSISTENCY !!---how ignon phony of Song---in this dialect of Paradise ant are these maniacs--they know not that I have said it, and--- will after-ages believe motion is the purpose, and the principle, and the disgrareful narrative ? --- I toas not atthe power of life--they know not that buttended to ! !--[A long pause of expressive for his motion the beds of Ocean would sink silence." into a sad and silent and sollen stagnation--a desert of death---a pit of putrefaction ! We are aware that the oracular wis walk abroad in the terrific time of tempest dom of the following splendid passage and tumult, and mark how the ministry and motion of the winged whirlwinds cleange's must have the inevitable effect of the vaulted amphitheatre of air ! Look throwing into the shade all the other around on the objects of Nature---is not the cessation of motion the prelude of death contents on our maluable Wig2

contents of our invaluable Magazine. And shall Mind alone abandon the analogies Well let them go. A page ot Philof Natures Shall Opinion alone remain lips is worth the sacrifice. Hear the chained, and unchangeable? Shall Age be imperiously governed by the principles Seer! which Youth has impetuously adopted ? the « It is not without reason that the Proassertion is a solecism against society---a sin

phet mourns over the dangerous gift by against the soul!"

which he beholds, in gloomy anticipation, Having thus gotten the Quarterly

the shadow of coming evil; and be who is

endowed with superior intellect has not less Review fairly down below the table,

reason to regret--wlien the imperial crown the Counsellor thus tramples on his of France was crushed and crumbled beneath

the might of banded barbarians---when the fallen foe. . Never was shillelah bran

diadem of the deposed dynasty was dashed dished with more merciless vigour at to dust---when the barbaric thrones of eastern Donnybrook fair.

tyranny trembled and tottered at the tread of

England, there were those who said it was “ But this Alaric --this Attila---this Atri. glory ---vain visions of ideal wealth floated des of atrocity, questions my acquaintance before their eyes ;---dreams of universal dowith the long labyrinths of law, with the minion blest their repose. They listened not jargon of judgments, contradictory and con- to thie lessons of ages; they worshipped pot


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