Let us rather endeavour, therefore, to afford our readers some portion of that gratification which we have ourselves enjoyed in the perusal of the last poem which he wrote in Europe, and which forms the gem of the volumes at the head of our article ;-his parting address to the Academy of Marseilles, before sailing with his wife and child. to the Holy Land; to which, attracted on the one hand by religious and poetical associations, and sick on the other of the anarchy which reigned at home, he has for the present directed his steps. Of all his late writings, this appears to us the most touching and impressive. It has his early elevation and intensity, with less of his vagueness; the majestic movement of Rousseau's Odes, with a more vivid infusion of personal feeling. TO THE ACADEMY OF MARseilles. If to the fluttering folds of the quick sail That bends with every blast of wind; "T is not the paltry thirst of gold could fire Weeping I leave on yonder valley's side Even here by wistful eyes across the main, Deep in the leafy woods a lone abode, Whose echoes, even while tempests groaned abroad, There sits a sire, who sees our imaged forms, Howls when my well-known name is heard. There sisters dwell, from the same bosom fed, But in the soul's unfathomable wells, Like that strange instinct which the bird impels Dropt from a thousand golden sheaves? I have not yet felt on the sea of sand The slumberous rocking of the desert bark, Of the world's pages one is yet unread : I have not heard in the tall cedar-top -- I have not laid my head upon the ground The waste where Memnon's empire lay. * I have not stretched where Jordan's current flows, Seize on his harp, and sweep the strings. I have not wandered o'er the plain, whereon, Rung in one listening ear alone. Nor have I bent my forehead on the spot For these I leave my home; for these I stake No! Farewell, my sire, my sisters dear, again! And thou, my country, tossed by winds and seas, And thou, Marseilles, at France's portals placed, My first returning greeting be!" thine We have but little to say in regard to the other work, the title of which we have prefixed to this article, the collected edition, now first published, of the Novels, Tales, and Essays of Charles Nodier. Nodier is undoubtedly a man of warm and sensitive imagination, and master of a passionate and eloquent style, which gives a certain charm even to the merest trifle from his hand. But we cannot persuade ourselves that he is a man of that commanding talent which would justify the encomiums which have been lavished upon him by some friendly critics in France. The truth is, that his mind, though plastic, and readily adapting itself to seize, reembody, or modify the ideas of others, has little of originality. Give him a hint and he works it up with much taste and effect; but there is a want of solidity and self-reliance about all that he has written, which will prevent his name from ever being a favorite with the next generation. This imitative turn pervades almost all his works of imagination. The Werther of Goethe strikes the first chord on his youthful fancy; and the passionate energy and wild complaints of the German are immediately reproduced in that which to us appears, after all, the most successful of his works, Thérèse Aubert. The dynasty of Goethe, now grown more tranquil and self-balanced, like a long established monarchy, is succeeded by the more stormy rule of Byron;—and the spirit of the Corsair and Lara passes by a new metempsychosis into the bandit Jean Sbojar. This romance, not without invention and force, would perhaps have appeared to more advantage, had not a long succession of such monsters, "with one virtue and a thousand crimes," made the public think with absolute loathing on them and their authors. From Byron he flies to Scott, but alas, his Trilby, ou le Lutin d'Argail, is a strange failure. Sir Walter's White Lady, with her material bodkin, was a whimsical conception; but Nodier's spirit Trilby is ten times worse. In his Smarra, a Thessalian story, in the manner of the sorceries and diableries of the Golden Ass of Apuleius, he is more at home; he certainly does contrive to produce an unpleasant night-mare effect, - a cloud of misty phantoms, and murky and loathsome forms, moving before us in a ghastly dance, which produces the effect of an indigestion or an uneasy dream. But in this walk he must hide his diminished head beside the modern masters of the terrible, Messrs. Balzac, Janin, and Sue, the chiefs of the epileptic and anatomical school. We really are very much disposed, therefore, to agree with Nodier himself, that the public would not have been great sufferers, if his works had never reached a second edition. Some of them are powerfully, and others gracefully, written, and as an essayist he is frequently very successful; but we have looked through them in vain for an ably or consistently drawn character, or an ingenious novel of incident. [From "The Foreign Quarterly Review, No. 17."] [The main object of our work is to present a selection of those articles in the periodical literature of the times, which are most worthy of preservation, as being of the greatest permanent interest. We would separate them from the mass of perishable matter with which they are connected, and bring them together into volumes in which they may be easily accessible, such volumes as may form a valuable addition to a collection of books, great or small, and be recurred to with pleasure at a distant period. The style of mechanical execution in which our work is executed, it may be perceived, corresponds to this design. Entertaining this purpose, we have felt some regret, at having heretofore omitted the following article, than which none could be more suitable to our object. It gives a vivid picture of Louis XIV. and his court, a monarch the most royal of his day, and a court once regarded as presenting the very flower of European civilization; and this picture is derived from a voluminous work of the highest authority. The work made use of is at the same time so extensive, that few would themselves search it for the information and entertainment here collected. Articles which thus furnish us with the distilled essence, if one may so speak, of such publications, are, to the generality of readers, among the most useful contributions of the periodical press. EDD.] ART. II. Mémoires complets et authentiques du Duc de SAINTSIMON sur le Siècle de Louis XIV. et la Régence; publiés pour la première fois sur le Manuscrit original, entièrement écrit de la main de l'auteur, par M. le Marquis de SAINT-SIMON, Pair de France, &c. &c. Paris. 1829-30. 21 vols. 8vo. [The Complete and Authentic Memoirs of the Duke of SAINT SIMON respecting the Age of Louis XIV. and the Regency; |