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manca. June 22, 1812.--The Victory with the splendid remains of antiquit of Vittoria. June 21, 1813.-The Bai as well as with those which appeare tle of the Pyrences. 1814.-The En on the revival of the arts in Italtrance into Toulouse. July 12, 1814. under the patronage of the Medi —and the Dukedom of Wellington family and the Pontiff's of Rome. conferred, 1814.
that period the arts were put in re Each of these subjects is most cor- quisition, to consecrate not only ever rectly represented in it's separate form of the ornamental, but of the de compartment, and in the exquisite fensive kind; and we may trace th grouping of them, Mr. Stothard has state of designs in that day, in the ar been fully equalled by the execution mour embellished by the band of Ben of the artists employed to carry his venati Cellina, Julio Romano, and th designs into effect.
other distinguished masters. The three The Shield itself is of massive silver, pieces we have now described, are, a richly gilt; and the centre groupe in far as our experience teaches, by fa very high alto relievo, of what is called the noblest specimens of the kind eve dead gold, which opposed to the bright wrought in England; and the utmos burnished rays that form the back- credit is certainly due to Messrs. Green ground to the figures, gives them an and Co. and the artists employed by effect perfectly indescribable. The them, for accomplishing their very diflisurrounding compartments, also in cult task in a style which does honour dead gold, are in bas-relief, and again to our arts generally, and raises our rerelieved by the burnished' border, putation in one of the most omamenwhich, circled, by an ornamental tal which taste and luxury can call into wreath, constitutes the edge of the display. The design of the Shield is Shield, and completes it's form. also a work on which Mr. Stothard may
The Columns, cach about three sect securely rest his future fame, and conhigh, are intended to stand, one on sign his professional glory to posterity. either side of the shield. Each con- If for the Hero of Waterloo it was resists of an incurvated triangular served to win the most splendid wreath base, the sides exquisitely adorned that ever encircled the brow of valour, with characteristic figures of various 90 was it reserved for Mr. Stothard nations, in low relief, cultivating the to impress upon futurity the esteem arts, or enjoying the pleasures of tbat in which great and patriotic actions peace, which the triumphs of Welling- are held in this country, and afford a ton have secured to them. From this noble proof of his own skill in giving base rises the trunk or body of a palm- such actions " a local habitation and tree, at the foot of which are three sol- a name." So will he participate the diers in graceful positions: in one a immortality which he has conferred, Spaniard, a Portuguese, and a Sepoy, and share a portion of that fame with with their colours; and on the other which he has consecrated the deeds of an English Grenadier, an Irish Light Wellington. Infantry man, and a Highlander; all To Messrs. Green and Co. the public of whom have been commanded by the are much indebted for the very polite Hero. At the angles of the base, can and general permission given to innon, and other various implements of spect these unrivalled specimens of war are piled in useless disorder. The their artists' ability, and for the very tops of the tree-columns are surmount- particular attention paid to their pued, the one by Victory with a laurel merous visitors;, by which means thouwreath, and the other by Fame with sands bave been gratified, who would her Trumpet. The whole is most ad- have known of these splendid trophies mirably executed from the designs of only by description. It remains only to R. Smirke, Esq. R.A. and the route add, that the entire cost of the Shield ensemble is exceedingly grand as well and Pillars is a trifleunder £11000, and as beautiful.
it is a curious fact, that of £1100 paid We cannot contemplate works of to artists for sketches, £300 only have this nature but with great interest, not been received by Mr. Stothard, even only from the national glory connected for adding his professional superinwith themselves, but as associated tendance to his inimitable designs,
LORD BYRON versus PUBLIC OPINION. Although a large majority of our ley's, and Drummond's, publishers, readers may conceive that we bave al- have been allowed to rest in peace for ready sacrificed too many pages in ani- seventy years, are you to be singled madverting upon Lord Byron's last and out for a work of fiction, not of history nost disgraceful Poem of Cain, and or argument? There must be somethough we are ourselves half inclined thing at the bottom of this,—some prito coincide in that opinion, we are yet. vate enemy of your own,-it is other-, bound in the discharge of our impar- wise incredible. tial duty to give insertion to it's de “ I can only say,
-me adsum fence; the more especially as it is the quifeci,” that any proceedings directed first that we have seen, and comes against you, I beg may be transferred from the pen of, perhaps, the only in- to me, who am willing, and ought to. dividual bardy enough to defend it, the endure them all; that if you have lost poble author himself. The epistle con money by the sublication, I will retaining it, is from Lord Byron to Mr. fund any, or all of the copyright; that. Murray, and, like most other of his I desire you will say, that both you and Lurdship's letters, is a very remark- Mr. Gifford remonstrated against the. able production, but we defer all publication, as also Mr. Hobhouse;. observations to the finale.
that I alone occasioned it, and I alone “ Pisa, February 8, 1822. am the person who either legally, or “ DEAR SIR,
otherwise should bear the burthen. If “ Attacks upon me were to be ex- they prosecute, I will come to England, pected; but I perceive one upon you —that is, if by meeting it in my own in the papers, which I confess that I person I can save your's. Let me did not expect. How, or in what man- know,-you sha'n't suffer for ́me if I ner, you can be considered responsible can help it. Make any use of this letfor what I publish, I am at a loss to ter which you please.' conceive. If “ Cain" be blasphe
“ Your's, ever, mous, “ Paradise Lost” is blasphe
“ BYRON.” mous; and the very words of the Ox From this extraordinary compoford Gentleman, “ Evil, be thou my sition then it is palpably evident, that good,” are from that very poem, from his Lordship felt a priori that his Mysthe mouth of Satan ;--and is there any tery was reprehensible, and calculated thing more in that of Lucifer in the to provoke animadversion ;-it is also Mystery? Cain is nothing more than a equally plain, that not only his Lorddrama, not a piece of argument. If ship’s publisher, Mr. Murray, and that Lucifer and Cain speak as the first Mr. Gifford objected to it's appearmurderer and the first rebel may be ance; but that even the noble poet's sapposed to speak, surely all the fidus Achates, Mr. Hobhouse, protested rest of the personages talk also ac- against Cain being made public. Johncording to their characters; and the Cam Hobhouse, Esq. protested! this stronger passions have ever been per- last admission speaks volumes; for, mitted to the drama. I have even considering the natural partiality of avoided introducing the Deity, as in Mr. H. for his Right Honourable friend, Scripture, though Milton does, and his abilities as a critical judge, and the not very wisely either, but have adopt- knowo disposition of his mind towards ed his angel, as sent to Cain, instead, the freest side of things, his opinion on purpose to avoid shocking any feel- ought to have had some weight, and ings on the subject, by falling short of, happily might have spared Lord Byron what all uninspired men most fall sbort from the mortification of publishing a in, viz. giving an adequate notion of workwhich has been almost universally the effect of ihe presence of Jehovah. held to be execrable, and which, by bcThe old Mysteries introduced him li- ing forbidden in every family, has conberally enough, and all this is avoided sequently greatly injured the circulain the new ones.
tion of his less objertionable writings. “ The attempt to bully you, because His Lordship’s offer to refund all, or they think it will not succeed with part of the price of the copyright which, me, seems to me as atrocious an under such circumstances, the laws canattempt as ever disgraced the times. not protect from piracy, is an effort of What! when Gibbon's, Hume's,Priest- generosity as astonishing as any part of
this very astonishing letter. The weak infidel and infamous works, except is sophistry of his Lordship's defence of deed the Attorney General has hithert the Mystery's impious blasphemy, on not interfered.-Those who felt the in the ground of his characters merely jury the Mystery was doing to mar speaking in character, has been als kind, have endeavoured to expose it ready successfully combated, and is errors, and to counteract it's purposes certainly as untenable in argument as and in that endeavour is to be foun it is paltry in subterfuge. With respect all the bullying of Mr. Murray. And here to the noble Peer's independent re for the present at least, we close thi marks upon what be, so elegantly terms very unpleasant subject. There ar the attempt “ to bully” Mr. Murray, two or three other parts of the letter as we have heard of no such at which we might remark upon. but w tempt, it would be loss of time to reply leave them. Lord Byron had previousl to it at any length. Mr. Murray would elevated himself above Shakspeare indeed be the most dangerous party and in this precious epistle his Lord of the two to try to bully; for he is ship exalts himself over Milton! Tha here to defend himself, while his Lord- the noble poet is a great genius i ship, is a “ banished man” at Pisa, most unquestionable, but that be lack abusing others. Nothing has been done it's most valuable accompaniment, i to the publisher of Cain that has not also as unquestionable, for his Lord been done to the publishers of all other ship is any thing but modest.
QUID SIT PULCHRUM, QUID TURPE, QUID UTILE, QUID NON.
Dramas of the Ancient World. By David Lyndsay. Edinburgh, 1822. 8vo. pp. 278
HETHER Mr. Lyndsay be, maldi, why we would as soon squeeze
really, Mr. Lyndsay, or only a ourselves into the little Theatre ir protegó of our facetious brother cri- Newcastle Street to witness his jocotic, Christopher North; or whether he sity, as into the huge, monopolizing was aware previously to the compila- and all-devouring Leviathan of Covent tion of his own dramas that Lord Byron Garden. But as we do not know was publishing the same subjects; is what Mr. Joseph Grimaldi can pos-about of as much consequence, we take sibly have to do with the Author it, and will affect the literary world in of the Dramas of the Ancient World as great a degree, as it would to un excepting indeed we could prove that derstand whether the author “ eats, the latter gentleman has been really sings, and dances” well, and which painting his face and putting on a knowledge would interest such world mask to hide the “human form dipretty nearly the same as the success vine,” we proceed, in medias res, at of “ Carrington's Life Pills,” or the once, and entreat our readers' “ uspal sale of “ Bradberry's Patent Spec- and candid indulgence” whilst we tacles.” A mere appellation cannot place before them the qualifications give talent; and could but Signor Mr. Lyndsay has put forth, to be Paulo make as broad a grin, or elected a member of the upper house throw as exquisite and mind-like a of Parnassus. somerset, as that most inimitable The titles Mr. Lyndsay has given to Emperor of all the Clowns, Joe Gri- bis Dramas are, The Deluge, the
Plagne of Darkness, the Last Plagué,
Still the mountain Rizpah, Sardanapalus, the Destiny of Doth rise above the torrent. Cain, the Death of Cain, and the
Oh! but one, Nereid's Love."
And that will soon receive a diadem Of these, “ The Plague of Dark
From the wave-crowning waters.--Look,
the rest ness,” and “ The Last Plague,” have appeared in Blackwood's Magazine;
Are cover'd, and the wretches on their and we therefore pass them by for Leap off, to swim onto the highest point !
heights the present; all the others, we are
Down, down they go,—the avenger's iet bound to believe, now appear in their is on them, first gloss before the author's con And tramples them down headlong ! stitoents, the public; except a por
Thou art pale, tion of Cain. of the dramas, as a Of what art thou afraid? why, thou art series, we should say that they were safe, well done, and bear about them a At least till all have perish'a ! Hark! that good deal of powerful and well-placed talent; but if we were to consider
Now let it gladden thee, for 'tis the last it worth while to part and parcel Thine ear shall ever drink of human them out for individual criticism,
Mankind is Dead !--The waters have en. we fear that, like the dissolving of
tomb'd the bands which connect the lictors'
The last of human kind; the mountain's rods, the separate particles would
top lose much of their authority and Is cover'd ;-on the summit of our tower, eflect ; and that each compartment, We two now watch alone! like the single stick, before united Firoun. Man,-thy wild words to it's fellows, might at all events be Will drive me to despair. easily made to bend, if not to break. Chasalim.
They will ;-I am It is quite out of the compass of Thy demon ;-the stern instrument of our pages to give either the history The Angel of his vengeance, glorying
God, of these dramas, or the characters that people them. We the loss, how
In this wild, broad destruction.' ever, regret this, inasmuch as every We think the following from “The one of our readers is no doubt less ac Plague of Darkness,"'--for we will not qnainted with the saered sourees from give our friend frae the North so much which Mr. Lyndsay bas quaffed bis credit, whatever he may say, as to draught of poetic inspiration, and afirm that every body will see it in bis we shall therefore proceed at once Magazine,--we think the following exto give some specimen of that strength oeedingly grand and impressive. It is of soog, wbich bas dared to compete in descriptive of Moses in the presence title, and in subject, and somewhat in of his God; and the whole passage is manner, with a poet of mighty power; conceived and executed in a masterly and many, though they may be un- and serious style, well befitting sack gracious, 'triumphs. The author of an awful and sacred subject, & The Mystery," however, Goliah as
Yes, thou art he is, needeth all the army of the
The Terrible! the Jast !- The might of Philistines to back him; and though
man, his armour may be bright, and his
What is it, Lord, before thee? Thou dost power great, yet he that cometh, like
close David, unassoming and a stranger Thine eye of glory, and dark night de chaunting “ The Destiny” and “The
scends ; Death of Cain,” may yet direct the Thou ope'st it, and 'tis light ! Thy breath sling with a truth and a skill that shall command the vïctory. The fol- The rage of tempests; and thiy face, o
God! lowing scene from “ Tke Deluge" is irubaed, we think, with a spirit of
Who can behold and live?
Caleb Jehovah's hand real beauty and poesy. Firoun, the
Is on his servant now. From this pale brow King of Egypt, bas saerificed the wife
Darts forth the mystic light, whose lietesa of Chasalim, and the unhappy mourner
trous blaze and the royal tyrant are bere repre- Scorches my eye-balls. His high form sented as being the last devoted ones to Becomes gigantic, and his clustering locks, the heaven-directed, and fast-coding Darker than night, swept by the Mighty Deluge.
Spirit, Eur, Mag. Vol. 81, March 1822.
Wave in wild motion, and their homage is equal to far greater things than рау.
has yet accomplished. To the invisible presence of the power “ Cain. My brother's grave Which every where surrounds him.
Is now my place of rest, for never more Moses. Hark! He comes !
Shall I forsake that home. This is the b The One !--the Terrible !--the Lord of Where I shall sleep for ever. Har Woe !
there is The Angel of his Terrors !--On the air A voice which whispers to my soul, a I hear the rushing of his mighty wings;
cries, is broad palm bears the darkness, the
Thy wanderings are past, here lie th dire pall
down, Of niiserable Egypt! Hark! He comes ! For thy last expiation! God, I pray the . Woe to thee, Egypt, woe!
Let not this be a mockery, for thoa see? Caleb. It is ihe Spirit,
How all reject me. It is thy decree, The Over-Ruling, which is passing o'er And now I marmar not; brit, if thy wil 'us !
Summon nie not, I shall devoted stand The day is bright and clear; yet in the air Alone again, the outcast of the earth, I hear the sound of tempests. All the The loathed of all her sons. My strength winds
gone, Girdle liis chariot-wheels.-My brow is And the dark fiend that doth beset my so cold,
Whispers me of despair. Oh! help me My breath is thick, and o'er my quivering God! limbs
The spurn’d of all, I turn me back t Break the damp glow of fear! I will fall thee ! down,
Give me not up to Hell. My punishmen Nor see him pass above me.
Hath mighty been, and mightily I have Moses. Hail, Oh hail!
Borne the severe decree. My blood Thou Lord of Judgment !-Lo! he comes; hands, but not
Now purified by suff'ring, I upraise In light-created vestments, nor his brow From that deep bed where tlie slain vic Circled by fire ethereal, nor his form,
tim lies, Shooting forth sparkles of immortal light, Unto thine eye,-avert it not, O God! Each one a brilliant day ; but now be rides The red stain is effaced! Oh! look down, The stern submissive whirlwind, in his Look down with mercy on me ;-and if my purpose
pangs Robed as in some dark garment, like the Have been an expiation,-if my sonl cloak
Be scourged not as my body, but may rest, Which ancient Chaos wore, before the Cured of it's wounds, upon thy healing smile
'breast, Of God, illumining the dark abyss, Then call me from this earth,--arm thy Created light.-He comes, the Terrible!
right hand In judgment mantled,--dark as darkest
With thy tremendous bolt, and strike me death!
dead ! Before him horror, and behind despair !" Come, vivid lightning, spare no more this We pass over the subsequent dra
head, mas, all of which, however, bear the But crumble it to cinders, and upon stamp of merit, and some, like Rize Thy wing of glory bear my mounting sonl, pah, discover much energy and pa
To seek for pardon at th' Almighty's
throne. thos, in order that we may have room
Come, God of Justice !-God of mercy for an extract from the Drama in which our author has more particularly come
Accept the sacrifice I place upon into competition with Lord Byron. This grave become thine altar; thom We cannot flatter him so much as to say that he has generally attained the The first I offer’d, let this one, this last, grandeur, and the energy, and the Find favour in thy sight. O Lord, come appropriateness of illustration, which down, characterizes bis great precursor's Burn, and consume the victim. deeds in the same course he has
(Darkness, thunders, and lightnings.)
Seth. Brother,-Cain,adopted; yet still enough has been done to rank him among the chiefs
Ob may these horrors spare thee ! of the Greeks, although he may not, of darkness veil the earth ; thon righte
Adam. Sullen shades like Achilles, ultimately win an Ilion
ons Heaven, by his single endeavours. The follow- From thy avenging bolt the sufferer ing, from “ The Death of Cain,” at Guard in thy mercy,—thou most awful once convinccs us that Mr, Lyudsay night,