C arouses-what shall be perplexes. Egoistic vanity, at the best, leavens the quality of noble sentiments; and contracts eternal universalities into finite individualities. It is a beautiful idea of Victor Hugo's, that the function of modern art is to rehabilitate man-and he has beautifully worked it out in his works, wherein he presents for the most part the fallen creature only to restore it to its proper standing, whether by love or wrath or self-devotion. But in the prosecution of this and other religious ideas-he analyses too much, and indeed falls greatly below those criteria which the true poet ought prothetically to rule. He soon becomes too the slave of the symbols that he employs, and idolises the image which his own hands have created. Nevertheless, even in this process he shews, how creative is the power of an idea. By this he is carried to the most remote analogies, and conducted to the last types-incarnating the law in the humblest as well as the highest instances. Thus while on the one hand he raises his heroes and heroines from the mire of degradation, social or moral-on the other, he reduces the purest principles to the grossest concretes-so that somewhere, in the descending and ascending line, the two may meet and blend. From the material, he seeks to raise the fallen spirit-and to that end brings down spirit to extreme material levels. Better to have stopped midway at some synthesis, which should have left the spirit spiritual still, while it purified the corporeal by blessed contact with the heavenly and divine. Before we dismiss the present paper, we are desirous of saying a word or two on JULES JANIN; the cleverest writer in France. But then it is confessed, that "he is a Conservative, a Legitimist, and a Christian;" also, that, "he admires De Lamartine and pities Victor Hugo." The articles of this quaint and sarcastic writer appear every Monday in the Feuilleton of the Journal des Debats. In some of these he ventures to express a better opinion of Fourier's disciples, than might have been expected from one who "lingers upon the ruins of the ancient dynasty." The tale of The Orphan, quoted by Mr. Reynolds, is worth all the other extracts in his two volumes. The principal works of this equally witty and wise author, are Le Chemin de Traverse, Les Contes Fantastiques et Littéraires, Les Contes Nouveaux, Timon Alceste, Barnave, La Confession, L' Ane Mort et la Femme Guillotinée, Un Cœur pour deux Amours, La Piedestal, and Paris, depuis La Revolution de 1830. Eminent as a critic, original as an author, his merits, unlike those of writers already mentioned, are admissible by the English as well as by the French mind-and his productions might have been read at any other period with the same satisfaction. For genius is not of climes and times, though some theorists seem to think so. theorists always err-do and must. Then why theorise? (To be continued.) But N. S.-VOL II. 4 F 578 FRANCE AND ENGLAND. AN ODE. BY JOHN A. HERAUD, Esq. THEIR fathers in madness confessed themselves slaves,* Let it smite to a wreck the old mass that it measured ; Ye sons of the Gaul! did ye deem, from the wreck, Rebellious in vain! Ye are slaves broken loose! Their glass that shone clearly your poison-breath dims— "It was reserved," says Niebuhr, in the first edition of his Roman History, "for our days to see the fruits of that madness, which led our fathers, with an unexampled kind of arrogance, to brand themselves falsely with being a degraded and slavish race, at the same time that they falsely asserted they were called to an unparalleled degree of perfection; of that madness which bragged it would form a new earth, by demolishing the old one. Only once has the world beheld-and we have been the spectators-universal contempt invoked upon the whole of the past, and people proud of the title of slaves broken loose. Something similar, indeed, and attended with similar results, had been experienced in religious revolutions: the Protestant communities have cast away the saints and fathers of the Church-and they have not done so with impunity: it has been the same in the revolutions of science and literature." O, they were adorned like the brave and the free, "Now hence with the mail that oppresses the weak, Away with the sword that but burthens the hand! The furnace shall melt them, the hammer may break- A Tyrant looked on at the blasphemous mirth, He binds them in bands, and he trains them to war; For him moans the widow--for him her son dieth! Then Britain upstood with her trident of power; Let Prussia rejoice in the name of the Lord! The arm that would save thee must save with the sword! The Prussian Correspondent, in April, 1813, contains the following paragraph in an address which is said to have come from the pen of Niebuhr: "We made a bad use of the freedom of the press: it was employed by miserable fools, by atrocious criminals, against their country. Therefore have we been constrained to live without it, until the abuse of it was rendered impossible by the sound state of popular feeling. It is an inexpressible blessing that we have lived to witness the day when the words of our king are the utterance of the best feeling of every citizen, from the highest to the lowest. This is true liberty, this is true equality, in the place of those idols of hell to which their names were given twenty years ago. 'We have lived through years, during which we were forced to sit mute. We The angel of God has been strong in the north! O Victor! thy heart is an oracle now! Or smitten with blindness, its victim art thou? The night looks with awe on the brave and the bold, That circle thy holy-hill, oh! thou Most High! But now he descends, and the lightning grows weak Grows pale, and those shades are dispelled with the fire The sword in his hand, and his plumes round about: They look, and they flee from the path of his dooming; And the Star falls from heaven, that the earth was consuming. were compelled to stifle every word that our love for our king and our country would have called forth, when we beheld and mourned over their sufferings. We were forbidden to admire what was great and virtuous among the living: things bad already reached such a pitch, that the timid were afraid to speak of centuries long past away. The good kept silent with regard to the wretchedness and the atrocities they saw around them: the timid submitted to debasing acts of homage. Daily and hourly had we to suppress our indignation and grief at what we saw and suffered: and the frivolous were already trying to find themselves comfortable in their chains: yet a little while, and we had become utterly corrupt." * The Prussian Correspondent notices these occurrences as miraculous. "Who can see nothing," says the writer, beyond a natural phenomenon, in that premature frost, by which the whole army was destroyed? in the hurricane of the 16th October, which made it impossible to extinguish the flames of Moscow? the floods of rain at the end of last August?" [1813]. Napoleon was supposed by the Leipsigers to prefer those days on which he founded his claims to glory, in order to distinguish them by new achievements. They, therefore, expected an engagement on the 14th October; that day being the battles of Ulm and of Jena. It was the 16th October that the Queen of France was guillotined—and it was on the 16th October, 1812, as we have seen in a previous note, that the bur ricane aforesaid occurred. With madness sure Heaven smote the Warrior's wild heart! The Comforter sits at the hearth of each home! Not yet is the advent, O man!still the theme The banished shall break from the isle of his shame, The field where they fought is now covered with glory, Not yet is the advent complete, which shall be It is thus, that Niebuhr speaks of these events, while reviewing one of the Thanksgiving Sermons preached on the occasion. "Have not events, which according to all former experience must have filled us with dismay, been the undeniable means of our success? Has not Napoleon in a number of cases been evidently stricken with blindness? Has it not been visible, that the iron strength of his character, the lightning rapidity of his perception and decision, which were the foundations of his power, and the greatness of which no lover of truth can refuse to acknowledge, have departed from him? Has all this been mere chance? Or has it been the work of the Lord? Who was moved to compassion for his people that cried to him, who repented him of what he had done, and who said: I will no more destroy Israel, but save him out of the hand of the oppressor. "And was the spirit which animated our people, and that chosen part of it, the army, excited or to be accounted for by human motives? Does strength, according to human experience, grow with exhaustion, the contempt for property with the loss of it? What is it that has converted these peasants, who a year since were calmly stooping under mal-treatment, into heroes, such as have never appeared in our military history? Who is it that has endowed our army, the great and the little, with virtues of which the whole of Germany before scarcely contained a few solitary instances? with patience, with disinterestedness, with humility, with selfdenial, with mildness, with orderliness? "In all these ways has God made himself manifest amongst us. It is a new revelation, and woe to them who do not believe! Already in a period, when such a number of institutions formerly beneficial had perished root and branch, many an opprest heart had been striving in secret after a new revelation, attested by wonders and signs, after the appearance of the promised Comforter, the spirit of God. We have witnessed it, and again woe to us if we do not acknowledge it." |