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being installed the Champion of the beautiful, bụt not sublime. Thus, Fair Sex, surrender one atom of our hversely, of men. And now do you just prerogative. Mark, then : when understand my creed? and are you I attribute to your sex a greater share still infidels therein? Is it not reaof delicacy of thought and feeling, I sonable and liberal? Is it not borne am to be understood as speaking out on the back of experience, and merely of society in general, of men supported on the shoulders of arguand women as they come before us ment and demonstration ? Right or promiscuously in our_long walk wrong, however ; flimsy or firm ; through the world. For even in pregnable or impregnable; in a word, these qualities, you are surpassed by true or untrue,- it is true to me. the master-spirits of our sex. The This, then, is the reason why I had elegant soul of Virgil and the exqui- rather spend an hour in the proximity site sensibility of Shakspeare, have of a petticoat, than an eternity conleft you models, which the very best fronted in bearded dialogue with poets of your sex (who are all soul Plato himself. Not if the lady were and sensibility) cannot even copy. old or ugly, somebody will say. To And this, because it requires the which I reply: that if I entered upon highest degree of intellectual strength a roomful of ladies, I certainly to be supremely refined, the most should not scramble for a double exalted imagination to be acutely sen- chin or a nut-cracker nose; I most sitive ; enthusiasm that can enter unquestionably should not pitch, with passionately and deeply into the in- malice prepense, on a preserved virtensities of feeling, judgment which gin, nor make a dead set at a dowager, can exactly determine the limit be- as bulky and gray, as tressy and toto tween delicacy and effeminacy, so as tersome, as the tower of Riversdale not to overpass it. But in judg- Abbey : my excursions over the car. ment and enthusiastic ardour of mind, pet would converge, I suppose, unthe best of your sex are not on a par consciously to myself, towards some with the best of ours; therefore nei
some young-eyed, ther in delicacy nor feeling. Ay, let fresh-breathing nymph, who sifted the Flower of Riversdale look as she her words through a double gate of will; let her endeavour to contract pearls, and transfused her ideas into her Madonna brows into something my mind through my eyes as well as like a frown, and draw up her tucker my ears. This I am not Stoic (i. e. till she looks as starch and as stern as hypocrite) enough to deny. Beauty Queen Bess, if she can ; still I assert bespeaks a favourable audience, this opinion : even though she were to though discretion and good sense can offer me the sweetest favour which the alone command our applause. It fips of a woman have to bestow, as costs even the most palpable fool, the price of my apostacy, I should- male or female, some trouble of the (that is, I belee-ee-ve I should)- tongue, to undo the prepossession in persevere in my ungallantry, in spite his or her favour, which a noble or of a temptation to which Adam might beautiful presence may have created yield, though it cost him a second in our bosoms. But, independent Paradise.
of all such considerations, to me there But your constitutional delicacy of is a softness, a purity, and a tendermind, the fineness of the strings ness of feeling, in the general conwhich vibrate in woman's heart, verse of women, which equalizes it ende your conversation, generally, fully with the general converse of my with a grace, a sweetness, and a sen- own sex. Thoughts and expressions sibility, which our coarser nature moulded by the understanding and and fiercer disposition are unac- lips of your sex, if less profound, quainted withal.” The very gracility less strenuous, than those we use, of the female figure bespeaks corres- are, on a general review of both spea pondent delicacy of mind; for it cies, proportionately more refined, would be absurd to endue à being more elegant. And in respect of feelwith rugged tastes, or vehement in- ing, there is a lyre still strung in clinations, whose bodily structure every woman's breast, whose chords prohibited their indulgence and exer- are ever ready to tremble at every cise. A woman's form is the met- breath of woe. Let but the voice of aphor of her mind; weak, elegant, sorrow strike upon her ear, and im
mediately the Httle air-drawn lyre re- part on our side, delicacy and feeling echoes in murmurs of pity from her are to be met with chiefly in you. heart.
Perhaps, in conversation, the latter To sum up my opinions on this qualities are more effective than the point, and to give a general estimate former ; they produce more instanof what I conceive to be the conver- taneous pleasure, and communicate sational characteristics of both sexes : more electric gratification, they are In the first place, you frequently in themselves more pleasurable and meet with men who really do not grateful qualities, than their antapossess mental energy sufficient, to gonists, if not so exalted in kind. enable them to propagate articu- Hence it is, from these positive lative motion from the spirits to the charms of mind, and not from the organ of loquacity; their tongues lie absence of faculties that might rival in their mouths, because they may as ours, from these intellectual beauties well lie there as out of them, and in your conversation, independent of except for the purposes of deglutition, the physical beauties of your outseem to enjoy a complete sinecure in ward form,-hence it is, I say, that their bodily system. Now you sel- your society is preferable to that of dom meet with a woman, who cane men in general. But when we ascend, not talk, at all events. She is seldom lastly, into the sphere of genius, into in such a state of mental stupor, the society of transcendant wit, imaseldom so immersed in thoughtless gination, the sublime, and the greatly abstraction, but that she can at least wise—we quit, that moment, the soexercise, that act of mind which con- ciety of women. sists in adapting the motions of the These are my opinions, on the tongue to the formation of audible, comparative pretensions of your sex, though perhaps unintelligible sounds with respect to mind. I do not know and sentences. When you speak to a how your friend Miss Harley will be woman, she seldom looks you full in satisfied with them. She and I had the face, with a glazed eye and an open a fierce argument upon the subject, mouth, as if wondering what a-ven- a few days before I quitted Riversgeance you were grimacing at. I my- dale, and my fair foe most strenuself am acquainted with a Fellow of ously contended that her sex was by College who has to stop and recollect no means inferior to ours in power, himself
, brush up his wits and shake rigour, and energy of mind. She his ears for a minute or two, before would not be satisfied with the conhe can set the machinery of his clap- cession of mere fortitude, that paper a-going, so as to answer the plain tient, passive quality, whose strength question, How d'ye do, by the simple consists in suffering ; nothing less reply, Very well, I thank ye. So than positive energy, the active quathat, with regard to ordinary every- lification whose strength consists in day society, that class which com- doing, would fill up the measure of prises all human creatures who enjoy her ambition. The former and less various degrees of reason, from ab- obtrusive species of mental strength, solute simplicity up to common sense, I should have granted with the most in a word, with respect to the great liberal indulgence to her sex, for I bulk of the rational world, I think think they possess it without my inyour sex is decidedly superior to vestiture; but the latter, the vigour ours. Every lady can speak upon which overleaps the common limits general topics, with a sufficient de- of thought, makes inroads upon the gree of quickness and propriety; realms of genius, and returns with men of the same class of the come the glorious fruits of its transgresmunity, are, for the most part, alto- sions, the fearless spirit which plunges gether disagreeable, despicable, and at once into the obscure profound, insufferable. Women are very often the deepmost abyss of hidden knowsilly, but they are seldom utter fools ; ledge, and brings up Truth by the men are very often idiots, and very locks,—this species of mental strength, seldom better than silly. Secondly: whether imaginative or ratiocinative, if we ascend one step higher, to I think is incompatible with the conwhat may be called the middle rank stitution of your frame, the dispoof intelligent beings, here I think the sition of your mind, the duties of sexes are about on an equality ; if your station, and the habits of your sense and solidity be for the most life. RICHARD CHATTERTON.
BATAVIAN ANTHOLOGY. A Dutch ambassador entertain. The thinly-sprinkled stars surrender ing the king of Siam with an account. To early dawn their dying splendour ; of Holland, after which his majesty The shades of night-are dim and far, was very inquisitive, amongst other And now before the morning-star things told him, that water in his The heavenly legions disappear :
The constellation'st charioteer country would sometimes get so
No longer in the darkness burns, hard, that men walked upon and
But backward his bright courser turns. that it would bear an elephant with Now golden Titan, from the sea, the utmost ease. To which the king With azure steeds comes gloriously, replied, Hitherto I have believed And shines o'er woods and dells and downs, the strange things you have told me, And soaring Ida's leafy crowns. because I looked upon you as a sober sweetly-welcome break of morn ! fair man, but now I am sure you lie. Thou dost with happiness, adorn We have little doubt but that if six The heart of him who cheerily— months ago Baron Fagel had told Contentedly-unwearily(not the king of Siam, God save his Surveys whatever nature gives, majesty!) but the king of England, And wanders of the banks along
What beauty in her presence lives, that in his country there was such a
Of some sweet stream with murmuring song. thing as poetry,-poetry which would Oh! more than regal is his lot, bear criticism, --we have little doubt Who, in some blest secluded spot, but that the king of England would Remote from crowded cares and fears, have returned, in the most delicate and His loved—his cherish'd dwelling rears ! soothing terms which the “ finest For empty praises never pining, gentleman in Europe" could think His wishes to his cot confining, of, the identical answer which his And listening to each cheerful bird Siamese cousin gave in plain Eng- Whose animating song is heard : lish. Not that we impute any want When morning dews, which zephyr's sigh of inforination upon subjects of ge- Whose leaves beneath the pearl-drops bend;
Has wafted, on the roses lie, neral literature, to our Sovereign; When thousand rich perfumes ascend, on the contrary, we believe him to And thousand hues adorn the bowers, be a man of very elegant acquire- And form a rainbow of sweet flowers, ments, and of a refined and culti- Or bridal robe for Iris made vated understanding:--but to From every bud in sun or shade. English ear, Dutch poetry sounds Contented there to plant or sety like a contradiction in terms. For Or snare the birds with crafty net ; ourselves, to our shame we confess To grasp his bending rod, and wander it, we should as soon have expected Beside the banks where waves meander, moonlight to burst forth from green
And thence their fluttering tenants take ; cheese, as eloquence from the mouth Or, rising ere the sun's awake, of Mynbeer; and we dare say most And chase the hare with swift-paced hounds;
Prepare his steed, and scour the grounds of our readers would have thought, Or ride beneath the noon-tide rays with us, that the two miracles were Through peaceful glens and silent ways, about on a par of impossibility: In Which wind like Cretan labyrinth : the little volume before us, we have, Or where the purple hyacinth however, a complete refutation of Is glowing on its bed; or where this our ancient opinion, the offspring The meads red-speckled daisies bear. of ignorance and prejudice ; there is Whilst maidens milk the grazing cow, some poetry here which would not And peasants toil behind the plough, discredit any nation, some which Or reap the crops beneath their feet, would do honour to the most poeti- Here flourishes the waving corn,
Or sow luxuriant flax or wheat. cal nations that ever flourished
Encircled by the wounding thorn: Greece and England. We should There glides a bark by meadows green, like to know whether our readers do. And there the village smoke is seen : not freshly recognize the Grecian And there a castle meets the view, model in the following chorus from Half-fading in the distance blue. the Palamedes of Vondel:
How hard, how wretched is his doom * Batavian Anthology; or, Specimens of the Dutch Poets. By John Bowring, and Harry S. Van Dyk. London, 1824.
Whom sorrows follow to the tomb, the words, are the same in both; but And whom, from morn till quiet eve, which writer (as Puff says) thought Distresses pain, and troubles grieve, of them first? Had the Dutch poet's And cares oppress ;-for these await
dragoman, when he wrote his line, a The slave who in a restless state
singing in his head, the burthen of Would bid the form of concord fee, And call his object--liberty.
which was the English lay? The He finds his actions all pursued
original, if produced, would answer By envy or ingratitude:
this question. The robe is honouring I confess,
When a person is cured of one misThe cushion has its stateliness ;
apprehension, the first thing he naBut, oh! they are a burthen too!
turally does, is to fall into another: And pains spring up, for ever new, -In conformity with this general Beneath the roof which errors stain, practice, upon our prejudice against And where the strife is who shall reign. the possibility of Dutch poetry exist
(P. 142.) ing having been put to flight by the This is Grecian, even to the im- publication of the Batavian Anthoperfections of that school of poetry: Jogy, our next step was to indulge a the practice of uttering moral tauto- prepossession, that although it might logies so frequent with Sophocles, he Dutch poetry, it was not real Euripides, &c. is imitated in these poetry. It had sufficiently the air of lines
a prodigy that a native of the moHow hard, how wretched is his doom, &c. dern Bæotia should put together such with marvellous felicity. This prac
a combination of images and words
as' might convey to his dull ear and tice among the Greeks may have capacity, what he called poetic senarisen from their proverbial loquaci- sations, or should feel within himty, but how are we to account for it self any appetite for pleasures other (or even for its imitation) in the phleg- than the indigenous ones of smoking, matic Dutchman ? The higher beauties of the Eng, but when in direct contradiction of
sailing, canalling, and money-making; lish school of poetry are emulated opinions, formed, as we thought, on with some success in several of the
a philosophical estimate of the Batashorter poems; that to the Nightin- vian disposition, a volume of Dutch gale (quoted in our last number) is perhaps the most beautiful in the vo
poetry was announced as forth-coming,
-we consoled our wounded infallibity lume,—the subject almost makes it with the hope, that beyond the im80. We have carefully used the mediate purlieus of the Zuyder-Zee, word “emulated” with respect to these images and words aforesaid, English poetry, as however near in would excite sensations, equally inpoint of local situation the two coun- tense perhaps, but more akin to tries may be, there has not as yet laughter than sympathy. We had been sufficient connexion between figured to ourselves the Dutch Vethem, in literary respects, to render
nus, lady of about half a ton imitation of either by the other a avoirdupois, with a face like the full probable circumstance. Yet
moon and a boddice-full of heavenly were particularly struck by a
re- alabaster, enveloped in a dozen pettimarkable coincidence, both in point coats, and leading in her hand the of idea and expression, between a national Cupid, as fat and immoveline in the last-mentioned poem, and able as a flying cherub on a monu, one from a lately-published English ment;—when lo! the Medicean her, tragedy, which we have somewhere self in all her bending beauty and met with: in the first, the nightin- graceful diminutiveness of person, gale is thus described
salutes us with a well-known smile, A singing feather hema winged and wan- and the immortal Urchin who floats dering sound :
round her shoulders, is as volatile, as in the latter, we find these words—' classically proportioned, and as mis
chievously alive as ever. Are not When that winged song, the restless nightin- these the very deities with whom we
gale Turns her sad heart to music:
have been so long and so intimately
acquainted ? Both the above passages are emi- Cupid once in peevish pet nently beautiful ; the ideas, and even Cried to Venus-—" They are wet
He has drench'd my strings in tears: O how, bleat, how dimine the employment All my quiver have I shot
How heavenly, how high the enjoyment ! Wasted all--they pierce him noting Delicate lips and soft amorous glances, And his heart of stone appears."
Kindling and quencbing and fapning sweet.
fancies, “ Lasten, silly hoy !” she said :
Now, now to my heart's centre rushing, * Steal a lock from Doris' head,
And now through my veins they are. When thy arrowmiserefrain !
gushingWaste not, trifling rogue, thy strengthWait and vatch! Be sure at length
Dazzling eyes-that but laugh at our rain, Cupid shall his victory gain.”
Nor think of the wrongs ye are doing ; So he runs where Doris dresses,
Fountains of gladness and beacons of glory, But he dared not steal her tresses;
How do ye scatter the dark mists before For a straggling hair or two
ye:Softly he implores the fair :
Can my weakness your tyranny bridle? : Bends his bow. The shaft is here
O no ! all resistance is idle. He has pierced me through and through.”.
Ah! my soul | ah'l my soul is subThe following verses are from
Thy lips--thy sweet lips- they are fitted Hooft, the Dryden, it may
With a kiss to dissolve into joy and affece
tion of Dutch poetry: it was he who re
The dreamings of hope and of gay recolfined the versification of his agex
lection, without divesting it of its vigour ; And sure never triumph was purer, and by the study of Grecian, Lating And sure never triumph was surer. and Italian authors, he was taught to impart that melody to his own lan- I am bound to your beauty completely,
I guage of which it had not hitherto am fetter'd and fasten'd so sweetly; been deemed susceptible:
And bless'd are the tones and the looks
and the mind too On my brow a new sun is arisen,
Which my senses control and my heart is
inclined to : And bright is its glance o'er my prison i Gaily and grandly it sparkles about me,
While virtue, the holiest and brighest, Flowingly shines it within and without me:
Has fasten'd love's fetters the tightest. Why, why should dejection disarm me
(P. 59–61.) My fears or my fancies alarm me ?
Hear how this luxurious Dutch, Laughing light, lovely life, in the heaven man talks of “coral lips,” “fragrant Of thy forehead is virtue engraven;
mouths," " dazzling eyes," “ kisses, Thy red coral lips, when they breathe an « delicate lips and soft amorous
assenting, To me are a dawn which Apollo is painting, guage too! from which no one can
glances !” And in right lovers' lanThy eyes drive the gloom with their gather above half a meaning, or such
sparkling. Where sadness and folly sit darkling.
a proportion of common sense
gleams from this plentifully-worded Lovely eyes -- then the beauties have passage, for instance:
bound them, And scatter'd their shadows around Lovely eyes then the beauties have bound
them, Stars, in whose twinklings the virtues and And scatter'd their shadows around themgraces,
The “ beauties” (wherever they Sweetness and meekness all hold their high places :
are) must have scattered their shaBut the brightest of stars is but twilight dows around our poet's head, we Compared with that beautiful eye-light. conceive, in order to reproduce such
beauties as we are here presented Fragrant mouth-All the flow'rs spring with. is wreathing
Under the very unpromising name Are dull to the sweets, thou art breath- of Huig de Groot, the reader is com
ing: The charms of thy song might summon
pelled to recognize an old acquaintthe spirit
ance, the classical Grotius; he will To sit on the ears all-enchanted to hear it: perhaps find it still more difficult to
What marvel then if in its kisses acknowledge the handy-work of a My soul is overwhelm'd with sweet great moralist and profound thinker blisses!
in these vapid lines: