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of the English Mind. The determining sentiments | credit of the paper currency of the country forbids of the people are to war, industry, and general in- you to hope for here.” Indeed, nothing could more dividual and material aggrandizement—to things forcibly demonstrate how complete is the organizahuman rather than to things divine ; but every tion of the English Mind, than this interpenetratrue Englishman, however much of a practical tion of the form of the religious element with its Atheist he may be, feels a genuine horror of infi- most earthly aims; and therefore it is that the delity, and always has a religion to swear by, and, real piety of the nation, whether episcopal or evanif need be, to fight for. He makes it - we are gelical, is so sturdy and active, and passes so readispeaking of the worldling—subordinate to English ly from Christian doctrines into Christian virtues. laws and customs, Anglicises it, and never allows In its best expressions it is somewhat local, but it to interfere with his selfish or patriotic service what it loses in transcendent breadth and elevation to his country, or with the gratification of his pas- of sentiment it gains in practical faculty to persions; but he still believes it, and, what is more, form everyday duties. believes that he himself is one of its edifying ex We must have performed this analysis of the ponents. This gives a delicious unconscious hy-level English Mind with a shameful obtuseness if pocrisy to the average national mind, which has we have not all along indicated and implied its long been the delight and the butt of English hu- capacity to produce and nurture great and strong morists. Its most startling representative was the men of action and men of thought. It has, in old swearing, drinking, licentious, church-and-king truth, been singularly fertile in forcible individuCavalier, who was little disposed, the historian als, whose characters have the compound raciness tells us, to shape his life according to the precepts of national and personal peculiarity, and relish of of the Church, but who was always "ready to fight the soil whence they sprung. Few of these, howknee-deep in blood for her cathedrals and palaces, ever cosmopolitan may have been their manners for every line of her rubric, and every thread of or comprehensive their reason, hare escaped the her vestments.” Two centuries ago, Mrs. Aphra grasp of that gravitation by which the great mother Behn described the English squire as “going to mind holds to her knee her most capricious and her church every Sunday morning, to set a good ex- most colossal children. Let us look at this brood ample to the lower orders, and as getting the par- of giants in an ascending scale of intellectual preson drunk every Sunday night to show his respect cedence, fastening first on those who are nearest for the Church."
Goldsmith, in that exquisite the common heart and represent most exclusively sketch wherein he records the comments made by the character of the nation's general mind. Forerepresentative men various classes on the prob- most among these is Sir Edward Coke, the leviathan able effects of a political measure, makes his sol- of the common law, and the sublime of commondier rip out a tremendous oath as a pious prelim- sense-a man who could have been produced only inary to the expression of his fear that the measure by the slow gestation of centuries, English in bone, in question will ruin the Church. The cry, raised and blood, and brain. Stout as an oak, though generally by cunning politicians, that “the Church capable of being yielding as a willow; with an inis in danger," is sure to stir all the ferocity, stu- tellect tough, fibrous, holding with a Titanic clutch pidity, and ruffianism of the nation in its support. its enormity of acquisition; with a disposition Religion in England, is, in fact, a part of politics, hard, arrogant, obstinate, just ; and with a heart and therefore the most worldly wear its badges. avaricious of wealth and power, scorning all weak Thus all English warriors, statesmen, and judges, and most amiable emotions, but clinging, in spite are religious men, but the religion is ever subor- of its selfish fits and starts of servility, to English dinate to the profession or business in hand. “Mr. laws, customs, and liberties, with the tenacity of Whitfield," said Lord George Sackville, conde- mingled instinct and passion; the man looms up scendingly, “ you may preach to my soldiers, pro- before us, rude, ungenerous, and revengeful, as vided you say nothing against the articles of war." when he insulted Bacon in his abasement, and Mr. Prime Minister Pitt spends six days of the roared out "spider of hell” to Raleigh in his unweek in conducting a bloody war to defend the po- just impeachment, yet rarely losing that stiff, darlitical, and especially the religious institutions of ing spirit which drafted the immortal “Petition England against the diabolical designs of French of Right," and that sour and sullen honesty which Atheists and Jacobins, and on Sunday morning told the messenger of James I., who came to comfights a duel on Wimbledon Common. Sometimes mand him to pre-judge a case in which the king's the forms of religion are condescendingly patron- prerogative was concerned, " when the case hapized because they are accredited marks of respecta- pens, I shall do that which will be fit for a judge bility. Percival Stockdale tells us that he was to do." Less hard, equally brave, and more genial, appointed chaplain to a man-of-war, stationed at Chief Justice Holt stands before us, with his EnPlymouth, but found it difficult to exercise his glish force of understanding, sagacity of insight, functions. He at last directly requested the cap- fidelity to facts and fear of nothing but—the tongue tain to allow him to read prayers. ** Well," said of Lady Holt,-wise, and with a slight conceit of the officer, “ you had better, Mr. Stockdale, begin his wisdom-a man who has no doubts that laws next Sunday, as I suppose this thing must be done should be executed and that rogues should be as long as Christianity is about.” But perhaps the hanged, and before the shrewd glance of whose quaintest example of this combination of business knowing eye sophism instantly dwindles, and all and theology is found in that English judge, who the bubbles of fanaticism incontinently collapse. was condemning to death, under the old barbarous Thus he once committed a blasphemous impostor law, a person who had forged a one pound-note. by the name of Atkins who belonged to a sect, Lord Campbell tells us, that after exhorting the half cheats half gulls, called “The Prophets." criminal to prepare for another world, he added : One of the brotherhood immediately waited on “And I trust that, through the mediation and him and said, authoritatively, “I come to you, a merits of our Blessed Redeemer, you may there prophet from the Lord God, who has sent me to experience that mercy, which a due regard to the thee, and would have thee grant a nolle prosequi to
John Atkins his servant, whom thou has sent to the service of the nation's applying talent, in the prison.” Such a demand might have puzzled some vast field of its industrial labors, what a proof of judges, but Holt's grim humor and English sagaci- the richness, depth, strength, variety, and unity ty darted at once to the point which betrayed the of the English Mind is revealed in its literature falsity of the fanatic's claim. “Thou art a false alone. This bears the impress of the same nationprophet and lying knave," he answered. “If the ality which characterizes its manners and instituLord God had sent thee, it would have been to the tions, but a nationality more or less refined, enAttorney-General, for He knows that it belongeth nobled, and exalted. If we observe the long line not to the Chief Justice to grant a nolle prosequi. of its poets, Chaucer, Shakspeare, Ben Jonson, But I, as Chief Justice, can grant you a warrant Dryden, Pope, Byron, with hardly the exceptions to bear him company," which, it is unnecessary to of Spenser, Milton, and Wordsworth, we shall find add, he immediately did. The masculine spirit that, however exalted, divinized, some of them may of Coke and Holt is visible in all the great English be in imagination and sentiment, and however pal. lawyers and magistrates, refined into a graceful pable may be the elements of thought they have firmness in Hardwicke, caricatured in the bluff, assimilated directly from visible nature or other huffing, swearing imperiousness of Thurlow, and literatures, they still all rest on the solid base of finding in Eldon, who combined Thurlow's bigotry English character, all partake of the tough English with Hardwicke's courtesy, its latest representa- force, tive.
" And of that fibre, quick and strong, In respect to the statesmen of England, we will Whose throbs are love, whose thrills are song." pass over many small, sharp, snapping minds, Though they shoot up from the level English eminent as red-tape officials and ministers of rou- mind to almost starry heights, their feet are altine, and many commanding intellects and men ways firm on English ground. Their ideal elevaversed in affairs, in order that we may the more tion is ever significant of the tremendous breadth emphasize the name of Chatham, who, though it and vigor of their actual characters. Mountain was said of him that he knew nothing perfectly but peaks that cleave the air of another world, with Barrow's Sermons and Spenser's Fairy Queen, is Heaven's most purple glories playing on their sumpre-eminent among English statesmen for the union mits, their broad foundations are still immovably of the intensest nationality with the most thorough- fixed on the earth. It is, as the poet says of the going force of imagination and grandest elevation Alps, “ Earth climbing to Heaven." This reality of sentiment. Feeling the glory and the might of of manhood gives body and human interest to their his country throbbing in every pulsation of his loftiest ecstasies of creative passion, for the superheroic heart, he was himself the nation individual. lative is ever vitalized by the positive force which ized, could wield all its resources of spirit and urges it up, and never mimics the crazy fancy of power, and, while in office, penetrated, animated, Oriental exaggeration. When to the impassioned kindled the whole people with his own fiery and imagination of Shakspeare's lover the eyes of his invincible soul. As a statesman, he neither had mistress became “lights that do mislead the Morn," comprehension of understanding nor the timidity we have a more than Oriental extravagance ; but in action which often accompanies it; but, a hero in the shock of sweet surprise it gives our spirits and a man of genius, he was fertile in great con- there is no feeling of the unnatural or the bizarre. ceptions, destitute of all moral fear, on fire with Observe, again, that portion of English literapatriotic enthusiasm. Possessing a clear and bright ture which relates to the truisms and the problems vision of some distant and fascinating but seeming of morality, philosophy, and religion. Now, no ly inaccessible object, and bearing down all oppo- didactic writing in the world is so parched and mesition with a will as full of the heat of his genius chanical as the English, as long as it deals dryly as his conception was with its light, he went crash- with generalities; but the moment a gush of thought ing through all intervening obstacles right to his comes charged with the forces of character, truisms mark, and then proudly pointed to his success in instantly freshen into truths, and the page is all justification of his processes. In a lower sphere alive and inundated with meaning. Dr. Johnson of action, and with a patriotism less ideal, but still is sometimes, with cruel irony, called "the great glorious with the beautiful audacity and vivid English moralist," in which capacity he is the vision of genius, is that most heroic of English most stupendously tiresome of all moralizing word. naval commanders, Nelson. Bearing in his brain pilers; but Dr. Johnson, the high-churchman and an original plan of attack, and flashing his own Jacobite, pouring out his mingled tide of reflection soul into the roughest sailor at the guns, fleet after and prejudice, hating Whigs, snarling at Milton, fleet sunk or dispersed as they came into collision and saying "You lie, Sir," to an opponent, is as with that indomitable valor guided by that swift, racy as Montaigne or Swift. Ascending higher sure, far-darting mind. His heroism, however, into the region of English philosophy, we shall find was pervaded through and through with the vul- that the peculiarity of the great English thinker garest prejudices of the common English seaman. is, that he grapples a subject, not with his under. His three orders to his men when he took the com- standing alone, but with his whole nature, extends mand on the opening of the French war, sound like the empire of the concrete into the region of pure the voice of England herself: first, "to obey orders speculation, and, unlike the German and Frenchimplicitly; second, to consider every man their man, builds not on abstractions, but on conceptions enemy who spoke ill of the King; and, third, to which are o'erinformed with his individual life and bate a Frenchman as they did the devil.”
experience. Hobbes and Locke, in their meta. In ascending from men eminent in action to men physics, draw their own portraits as unmistakably renowned in thought, we are almost overwhelmed as Milton and Wordsworth do theirs in their poby the thick throng of names, illustrious in sci. etry. This peculiarity tends to make all English entific discovery and literary creation, which crowd thought relative, but what it loses in universality upon the attention. Leaving out of view the mass it more than gains in energy, in closeness to things, of originating genius which bas been drawn into and in power to kindle thought in all minds brought
within its influence. The exception to this state- at once upon the mind in words that are things. ment, as far as regards universality, is found in Milton does not possess this poetic comprehensivethat puzzle of critical science, “Nature's darling” ness of conception and combination; but he stands and marvel, Shakspeare, who, while he compre- before us as the grandest and mightiest individhends England, is not comprehended by it, but ual man in literature—a man who transmuted all stands, in some degree, not only for English but for thoughts, passions, acquisitions, and aspirations modern thought; and Bacon's capacious and be- into the indestructible substance of personal charneficent intellect, whether we consider the ethical acter. Assimilating and absorbing into his own richness of its tone or the beautiful comprehensive- nature the spirit of English Puritanism, he starts ness of its germinating maxims, can hardly be from a firm and strong, though somewhat narrow deemed, to use his own insular image, “an island base; but, like an inverted pyramid, he broadens cut off from other men's lands, but rather a conti- as he ascends, and soars at last into regions so exnent that joins to them.” Still, accepting gener- alted and so holy that his song becomes, in his own ally those limitations of English thought which divine words, “the majestic image of a high and result from its intense vitality and nationality, we stately drama, shutting up and intermingling her are not likely to mourn much over its relative nar- solemn scenes and acts with a seven-fold chorus of rowness, if we place it by the side of the barren hallelujahs and harping symphonies!" It would amplitude, or ample barrenness, of abstract think- not become us here to speak of Newton-although, ing. Take, for example, any great logician, with in the exhaustless creativeness of his imagination, his mastery of logical processes, and compare him few poets have equaled him-except to note the with a really great reasoner of the wide, conceptive union in his colossal character of boundless inventgenius of Hooker, or Chillingworth, or Barrow, or iveness with an austere English constancy to the Burke, with his mastery of logical premises, and, in object in view. His mind, when on the trail of respect to mental enlightenment alone, do you not discovery, was infinitely fertile in the most original suppose that the clean and clear, but unproductive and ingenious guesses, conjectures, and hypotheses, understanding of the passionless dialectician will and his life might have been barren of scientific quickly dwindle before the massive nature of the results had he yielded himself to their soft fascinacreative thinker? The fabrics of reason, indeed, tion; but in that great, calm mind they were testrequire not only machinery but materials. ed and discarded with the same rapid ease that
As a consequence of this ready interchange of marked their conception, and the persistent Genius, reflective and creative reason in the instinctive op- pitched far beyond the outmost walls of positive eration of the English mind, its poets are philoso- knowledge, phers, and its philosophers are poets. The old En
“Went sounding on its dim and perilous way!' glish drama, from its stout beginning in Marlowe's ** consistent mightiness” and “working words," In these remarks on the English Mind, with until it melted in the flushed, wild-eyed voluptu- their insufficient analysis of incomplete examples, ousness of Fletcher's fancy, and again hardened in and the result, it may be, of a most“ scattering the sensualized sense of Wycherley's satire and the and unsure observance," we have at least endeavdiamond glitter of Congreve's wit, is all aglow with ored to follow it as it creeps, and catch a vanishthe fire and fierceness of impassioned reason. Dry-ing view of it as it soars, without subjecting the den argues in annihilating sarcasms and radiant facts of its organic life to any rhetorical exaggerametaphors; Pope runs ethics into rhythm and epi- tion or embellishment. We have attempted the grams. In the religious poets of the school of Her- description of this transcendent star in the conbert and Vaughan, a curious eye is continually stellation of nationalities, as we would describe any seen peering into the dusky corners of insoluble of those great products of nature whose justification problems, and metaphysic niceties are vitally in- is found in their existence. Yet we are painfully wrought with the holy quaintness of their medita- aware how futile is the effort to sketch in a short tions, and the wild-rose perfume of their senti- essay characteristics which have taken ten centuments; and, in the present century, the knottiest ries of the energies of a nation to evolve; but, problems of philosophy have come to us touched speaking to those who know something by descent and irradiated with the etherial imaginations of and experience of the virtues and the vices of the Wordsworth, Shelley, and Coleridge, or shot pas- English blood, we may have hinted what we could sionately out from the hot heart of Byron. not represent. For this proud and practical, this
But, reluctantly leaving themes which might arrogant and insular England, tempt us to wearying digressions, we wish to add
“Whose shores beat back the ocean's foamy feet," a word or two respecting the mental characteristics of four men who are pre-eminently the glory of the is the august mother of nations destined to survive English intellect-Chaucer, Shakspeare, Milton, her; has sown, by her bigotry and rapacity no less and Newton; and if the human mind contains than her enterprise, the seeds of empires all over more wondrous faculties than these exhibit, we the earth; and from the English Mind as its germ know them not. The essential quality of Chaucer has sprung our own somewhat heterogeneous but is the deep, penetrating, Dantean intensity of his rapidly organizing American Mind, worthy, as we single conceptions, which go right to the heart of think, of its parentage, and intended, as we trust, the objects conceived, so that there is an absolute for a loftier and more comprehensive dominion ; contact of thought and thing without any interval. distinguished, unlike the English, by a mental hosThese conceptions, however, he gives in succession, pitality which eagerly receives, and a mental enernot in combination; and the supreme greatness of gy which quickly assimilates, the blended lifeShakspeare's almost celestial strength is seen in streams of various nationalities; with a genius this, that while he conceives as intensely as Chau- less persistent but more sensitive and flexible ; cer, he has the further power of combining diverse with a freedom less local, with ideas larger and conceptions into a complex whole, “vital in every more generous, with a past, it may be, less rich in part,” and of flashing the marvelous combination memories, but with a future more glorious in hopes.
for the glory of England than any other class of
It is ludicrous to think that William Shakspeare
The Queen, of course, as a Queen, is a mere them last month. Béranger died, and the French form. Her state functions are simply ceremonies. army had to parade to protect Paris from a possi- But why should she live always in state ceremoble revolution over his grave. Dickens was in- nies any more than wear her crown and hold her vited to perform before the English Queen and sceptre in her nursery ? May not the Queen of court, and declined to appear unless he and his England be a lady, as she is a mother? Is it not friends, being gentlemen, were treated as gentle- etiquette for the Queen of England publicly to men—a natural courtesy which the Queen (being honor in her palace the most illustrious man in no gentleman) declined. Thackeray, running for England ? May she publicly "receive” the most Parliament in the city of Oxford, was defeated by distinguished roués in her kingdom--the Earl of only a few votes, and Mr. Macaulay is now Baron Cardigan, for instance—and decline to notice the Macaulay.
great successor of Walter Scott ? The meaning of all this is, that as the world Poor little woman! You pity her for being imgrows, and the troubadour, from a sweet singer in prisoned in all that state splendor. You can not a hall, becomes a power in society, his words are believe that it was she who shut the door in Dick. continually ripening into deeds. And where the ens's face, and the faces of his friends. The Queen popular will makes the government, it naturally of England may be a form, but why must Victoria selects for governors men wbo have shown that Guelph be a snob? they know human life and human nature.
The snobbishness should have been left entirely Béranger was an idol in France. His name stood to the American gentlemen in Paris, who declined, for the idea of popular freedom. It was a lyric of a year or two since, to ask Dickens to a Washingliberty, and its very mention carried music to the ton ball, to which they did not hesitate to invite one general heart.
of the most notorious women in Paris-the PrinHe declined office under the Monarchy and Em- cess Mathilde. pire; so he did under the Republic. But, like most And Thackeray was defeated at Oxford. genuine men of letters every where, his heart was Let us hope that Mr. Cardwell can serve Oxford with the popular cause. He knew that, ideally, better. Only it is no argument against Thackthe will of the many would make the most prac- eray, as a member of Parliament, that he is a man ticable law for the many; and the French people of genius and a novelist. reverenced themselves in honoring Béranger. Wellington was but a general-until he showed
But it was a singular spectacle to see this simple, he could command the Commons as well as an retired man--a singer not too choice in his life or army. That a man has not passed his tender in his verse-borne to his grave amidst the hushed years in sucking red tape is no disadvantage to expectation of an empire; the government, which him, and all governments gain by plain good sense. feared his name might be the war-cry of a revolu Of course, we are all reconciled to Thackeray's tion, taking care to soothe with it the excitement defeat-regretting only that he should be beaten of the populace. It made itself chief mourner. any how or any where, and remembering that Imperial carriages followed the bier; imperial sol. Bayard Taylor writes of having seen some of the diers preserved ' order," as the word is understood sketches for the new novel which has been so long in despotisms, and with imperial honors the poet coming—"The Virginians”-in which, let us hope of the people was laid in his grave.
that he will do for us and our life and society what Such things are hardly possible elsewhere than he has already done for his native English. He in France. Douglas Jerrold was buried quietly by was not long in Virginia ; but he seems to have a a group of famous men, his friends, on a soft sum- kind of cavalier's sympathy for it, and has already mer afternoon. No army was called out; but En- touched its soil in “ Henry Esmond." That was gland mourned one of the powers of England. No a splendid historical study-a book to read in its speech was made at either grave; but there was quaint old type, and believe that we were tasting a very loud lesson at the grave of Béranger. It the very times themselves in a delightful relic. was this: that literature is no longer a dream; But the historical novel that deals with historical that an author is not a tumbler on tight-ropes and facts, instead of the spirit of historical epochs, can a dancer on bottles only, but that a poet may never be more entertaining than a very good his practically paralyze an emperor, and his song be tory. Macaulay's story of the Monmouth rebellion more terrible to despotisms than an army with is quite as good as any novel that could be written banners.
upon the same subject. Besides, the same faculties And so, in old times, courts had their buffoons which make a good novelist of society to-day do and jesters, and ranked them with their servants. not necessarily make a good novelist of yesterdar. Now, the court is challenged to recognize the prop- A man may see well and clearly into the life around er claim of genius-and, failing to do that, is com- him, and yet be very blind when he throws his eyes pelled to seek its amusement elsewhere.
further. The Queen of England comes of a family notori Happily, no author has a surer instinct of the ously dull, coarse, and illiterate. The Hanoverian scope of his own genius than Thackeray, and we court of England has never been renowned for a may very safely leave ourselves in his hands. solitary thrill of sympathy with what is noblest and best in England. Her present fruitful Majesty We have spoken of Béranger. We want to frowned to death the Lady Flora Hastings, tied a speak of one of his songs. They can no more be garter around the leg of Louis Napoleon—the un- translated properly into English than Burns can certain son of an uncertain mother and now de- be done into French. But that much may be done clines to receive as gentlemen the men who do more toward faithfully rendering their drift-but never
their wit, or pathos, or rhythm, or color - the ad. | measure, nor is it by any means literal, but it has mirable translations of Mr. Young show.
the ring, the afflatus, of the original. There is one of his most famous songs, Le Gre
THE GARRET. nier_“The Garret” —of which that quaint and on, it was here that love his gifts bestored fascinating literary artist, Father Prout, has made
On youth's wild age! an exquisite paraphrase.
Gladly once more I seek my youth's abode Who Father Prout is?
In pilgrimage. Long ago, then, in the remote antiquity of ten Here my young mistress with her poet dared or a dozen years since, when Easy Chairs sportively
Reckless to dwell; took their pleasure about the world, the present
She was sixteen, I twenty, and we shared
This attic cell. Easy Chair, on the loveliest days of late October -or was it November? so transfigured is every “Yes, 'twas a garret! be it known to all thing in Italy-came to Rome.
Here was Love's shrine:
There read in charcoal traced along the wall * Where shall I now find raptures that were felt,
The unfinished line.
Here was the board where kindred hearts would blend. And hopes that dawned at twenty, when I dwelt"
The Jew can tell in Rome!
How oft I pawned my watch to feast a friend The dear old city is full of quaint and curious
In attic cell. things-men in strange costumes, and women in
“Oh, my Lisette's fair form could I recall stranger; and monks, friars, popes, cardinals, and
With fairy wand I others of the third sex, in the strangest of all. There she would blind the window with her shawl To be strange in Rome is, therefore, to be very
Bashful, yet fond ! strange.
What though from whom she got her dress I've since
Learned but too well? One day, idly sauntering along the Corso, we
Still, in those days I envied not a prince stopped to watch a small man, with spectacles on
In attic cell. his nose, a baggy surtout enveloping his form, and enormous mocassins on his feet. There are all
“Here the glad tidings on our banquet burst kinds of curious boots and shoes in Rome - the
Mid the bright bowls.
Yes, it was here Marengo's triumph first Russians, especially, wear surprising things at that
Kindled our souls! end of the body; but mocassins were entirely new.
Bronze cannon roared : France, with redoubled might, The small man slid and shuffled along in them, as
Felt her heart swell! if he were navigating himself in a pair of scows, Proudly we drank our consul's health that night and his face had the gleam of inward humor which
In attic cell. showed him to be a man of fancy and an Irishman.
“Dreams of my youthful days! I'd freely give, His eyes, seen behind the spectacles, had that
Ere my life's close, peculiar watery, sea-green illumination -- a super All the dull days I'm destined yet to live ficial light - which is quite enough to have given
For one of those! the descendants of King Brian the sobriquet "em
Where shall I now find raptures that were felt, erald,” even if they had not received it from the
Joys that befell, “ state green oil" over which the family reigns.
And hopes that dawned at twenty, when I dwelt
In attic cell!" The little man was hidden in his own thoughts as he sailed by us, and the friend who was leaning The old man lived and died faithful to the recolon one of our arms told us that the figure was that lection. His whole life was as siniple and natural of a Jesuit manquéma man who was not quite a as this little song which tells one of its passages. Jesuit-an Irishman of talent, and valuable to his The applause of a nation, and its fond idolatry, church, but, unhappily, too fond of what Sheridan never elated or deceived him. No other man but loved. Ile was a suspended priest, or a priest out Napoleon ever excited such enthusiasm in that of place; his name, Father Mahony; his fame, that most enthusiastic people; and, by the force of his of Father Prout.
own sincerity, the poet praised only what was now He was an old magazinist in England ; wrote ble and admirable in the Emperor, not sparing his in Frazer and elsewhere; was a friend of Ma- vanities and errors. He was not a poet onlyginn ; turned Mother Goose's rhymes into Greek; he was a power in France. Among all modern wrote burlesques and grotesques; translated, par- poets he is one of those who truly fulfilled the aphrased; was full of knowledge, wit, poetry, pa- poet's office. He played upon the hearts of a peothos, facility; delighting every body, never get-ple as upon a harp, and his pen was more potent ting on, shiftless, uncertain, a beautiful bit of ma- than the most patriotic sword in the country. Béchinery wanting only the mainspring; just such ranger must be ranked among the few real poets a character as Dr. Shelton Mackenzie knows more in history. His claim is as indisputable as that about and writes better about than any body else of Shakspeare or Burns; although he was as differ-an Irish literary soldier of fortune, with his ent from each of them as they were from each othheart in his hand, doubtless; one of the best fel- er. His very name has already become a synolows in the world, and good for nothing-in fact, nym of geniality and patriotism. Gorernments what right has Dr. Mackenzie to delay longer tell- feared him, the people loved him; and so great ing us about Father Prout?
was the fear of Government of the dead Béranger, It was he who made the paraphrase of Béranger's that it affected to love him more than the people, song, “The Garret.” He had a right to do it. that it might thrust them from his grave. From He looked into his own heart-into his own pastą his grave they could do it—but not from his memand wrote as if it were his what the songster sang ory-not from his words. They will sing his songs because it was his own. It belonged to both. It and tell the simple story of his life until their own belongs to all Bol nians like them. Béranger's natures are changed. Béranger knew the genius "Le Grenier” is a ditharymbic of Bohemia. of France, and nowhere is it so well justified as in
Father Prout's version is not in the original | his poetry.