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he represents as full of life, preaching prac- strengthens, and renders active the great tical as well as doctrinal sermons, and throw- principles of duty, reverence to the Supreme ing themselves entirely into their subject. Being, and love to fellow men.” Ortho
Mr. Colman it appears is, or has been, doxy or heresy are only things for metaa clergyman himself; of what particular physical theologians to quarrel about, sect does not appear. He is quite free and not, to any sensible man, worth the and independent in his observations upon snap of your finger.” religious subjects, and certainly speaks I hear," he writes, on another occasion, not too reverentially of the clergy of any “that there is a great noise among
the denomination. It is no small affair, he clergy of Boston and its vicinity, and that says, to get through a Scotch service, the the infallible Unitarian body is divided.” prayer being more than three-fourths of He describes the same contest, to be an hour long, and the sermon two hours. going on in London, where he holds himIn the Highlands, it is carried still farther, self as a looker-on, sometimes with amusethe length of the first service being that ment, sometimes with disgust; and winds of two ordinary services, and the second up with this remark, “With all their quarbeing in Gaelic, which, he says, is accom- rels, I only wonder the clergy have not long panied with the greatest vehemence of since thoroughly extinguished all religion." gesticulation, and seemed to him “the most After leaving France, Mr. Colman traextraordinary splutter one could listen to.” vels over various parts of the continent. The congregation, however, sitting quietly, We find him at the field of Waterloo, at and many of them going to sleep under the Lake of Geneva, and on the mounall this “hurricane of thunder and light- tains of Switzerland ; on the verdant plains ning,” satisfied him that it was of Lombardy and among the palaces of "powder without balls."
Venice; treading the silent streets of Upon the divines of Ireland he is still Herculaneum and Pompeii; in the crowd more severe. In his opinion, one of the before St. Peter's, waving his hat and greatest curses of that country is its clergy, shouting viva to the Pope-not, to be sure, * all parties of wbich,” he says, “are full in his pontifical relation, but in compliof hate to each other, and uniting to op-ment to the greatness and worth of press and crush all systems of education his private character; and in a fit of and improvement, which do not involve enthusiasm actually falling down and the direct extension of their peculiar worshipping at the foot of Mont Blanc. tenets.” After giving an extract from At Rome he witnesses the Pope's celebraprobates of fortunes left by Irish bishops, tion of the Feast of the Assumption, and laid before the House of Commons in 1832, at Florence a Te Deum, celebrated, tothe amount of which, within a period of gether with an illumination, in honor of forty or fifty years, the number of bishops the accouchment of the Archduchess, to being eleven, presents a total of £1,875,000, whom, on this occasion, as well as to his Mr. Colman, in his usual vein of quiet Holiness on the former, supposing both humor, suggests that the use of these events to have, transpired out of kind bishops and the value of their services regard to his own curiosity, our author should be left for those who enjoy such expresses his sense of obligation. In adluxuries to calculate; adding, “Perhaps dition to these civilities of the Pope and it is only just, as Dr. Jortin says, that the Archduchess, Vesuvius accommothey who feed the sheep should fleece the dates him with one of her most brilliant sheep." Mr. Colman professes to hold to eruptions, and his gratitude and amiability no Jewish Sabbath, or peculiar sacredness become at length so wrought upon, that of one day over another, approving the we find him at Naples, when almost institution as conducive to good morals, ejected from his bed by the fleas, cherand preserving a sense of religion by exter- ishing the satisfactory reflection that, nal forms. He has no complacency with either in the way of subsistence or enjoywhat are commonly called religious people, ment, he can, to the meanest of the aniespecially in extravagance of profession. mal creation become valuable, and “ keep " That form," he says, “is best for any up that bright chain of mutual dependone man which best calls out, expresses, ence and subserviency which prevails as
a universal law among all animal exist- | where they sit with their hats on.
He is amused to find the statue morning," he says, "three gentlemen were of St. Peter, whose foot the Catholics so smoking at breakfast-table, where, besides devoutly kiss, to be an old statue of Jupi- myself, were two ladies. I do not know ter, with a new head put on to make a how to reconcile this intolerable smoking Christian of him; while the beautiful | with the neatness that generally prevails.” Cumaan Sibyl, with some slight altera- The Dutch language is a great trouble to tion of costume, appears as St. Anna, him; he cannot purchase a pair of shoe“but not, on that account, one jot less strings, but by displaying his foot upon good a saint than if she had been made the shop-counter; and makes no approach expressly for the purpose." “If they even to its sound but by gargling water had Lot's wife," he says, “I have no in his throat. The knowledge of one doubt they would make a saint of her, word, however, accidentally remembered, unless possibly they might prefer to use became, on occasion, an "open sesame” her for culinary purposes.
that saved him no little trouble: Mr. Colman is well satisfied with his visit to Holland. The Belgian husbandry “ I went on Sunday from Leyden to' Haarlem he considers far in advance of the English | by railroad to attend service and hear the great husbandry. "Such crops," he says, " and
organ. After service, I strolled into another such beautiful cultivation never met my
part of the city, and attended another service.
I was to go back to Leyden at night, where I eyes before.” “I have heard from my had left my friend. Unfortunately, I lost my youth,” he continues, “ of the stupid way, and find the railroad station I could not. Dulchman, but it seems to me no people I tried English, that would not do-everybody ever accomplished such magnificent enter- looked grave and shook their heads; but prises, defying the Ocean and robbing him, whether there was anything in them or not I under his very teeth, of a territory large
could not tell. I tried French, but with the
same ill success. I made all sorts of gesticu. and fertile beyond calculation.
lations; and I dare say, by their laughing author has not been alone in his early heartily, made myself quite ridiculous; but impressions regarding the almost prover- nothing would do. I believe at one time they bial stupidity of this remarkable people. thought I was begging for cold victuals, for Even their admiring historian, Schiller, some of the women seemed piteously disposed speaks of them as originally “less capa- towards me, and would have taken me by the ble than their neighbors of that heroic hand and carried me in to the second table, if
their husbands had not been by. At last, to spirit which imparts a higher character
my great delight, I recollected seeing, over the to the most insignificant actions ;” and
railroad station, the word “ Spoorweg," which refers to the “pressure of circumstances" I concluded was the Dutch for railroad station alone, the great struggle by which, in the -a blessed revelation it was to me-l ex. time of Phillip II., the “rising republic claimed, like the Greek mathematician, Euof the waters” wrested their liberties reka ! Eureka!' I tried the word, still fear. from despotism.
ing that I might fail in the pronunciation; Mr. Colman admires the neatness, said spoorweg to every man, woman, and child
but, to my great joy, the key fitted the lock. I “even to a fault,” of the Dutch towns, I met; and by means of this single word I at especially Broeck, a village of about one
last found my way back to the station, just as thousand inhabitants, who are so remark- the whistle for the last train was sounding. But ably nice that no carriage but a wheel- for this, I do not know that I should not have barrow is permitted to travel the streets, 1 been in the streets of Ilaarlem until this time, which are often scoured with soap and and I shall bless the word spoorweg, as a talissand.” He describes the Dutch as rude man, all the rest of my life.” and vulgar, without grace and without The churches at Antwerp, Brussels, and civility, but acknowledges that, having no Mechlin excite especial admiration, and letters of introduction, he had no other especially the pictures in those churches, opportunity of judging than is afforded at and in other galleries and museums. public places, hotels, &c. lie says the Those of Venice, however, he finds, with Dutch are free from the American custom the exception of the cathedral at Milan, of spitting everywhere, but that they surpassing all others. smoke everywhere excepting in church, Having at length completed his tour of
the continent; having visited farms, plant- of England he says: “As the time of my ations, manufactories, schools, prisons, departure draws near she appears to me churches, palaces, galleries, cemeteries, more grand and beautiful than ever.” markets, monuments, living cities, and buried cities, Mr. Colman revisits England, and after an absence of more than ful stains upon her escutcheon ; I believe there
“ She has great faults; she has many dreadfour years returns to America with the dec- is more crime, and more misery, and more vice laration that his head and his heart have existing in her, than can possibly consist with her been full-that his journey has been prosperity, or the permanency of her present incrowded to excess with objects of agri- stitutions ; but, with all this, there is such a vast cultural, moral, political, literary and
amount of honor and truth, of love of decency social interest ; that if asked what city he and order, of virtuous ambition, and just apwould prefer to live in, he would say preciation of all that is excellent in every deLondon, on account of the friends there, partment ; there is such an amount of kindness
and philanthropy, of personal, domestic, and but that “Paris, in beauty, adornment, all private virtue, that not to love and honor her, the luxuries of life, all the gaieties of life, would only prove one destitute of all elevated and all the splendors of life, is before it.” moral taste and sentiment."
THREE LEAVES FROM AN ARTIST'S JOURNAL.
(FROM THE GERMAN OF RELLSTAB.]
boyhood. It was sad to think that all Milan, May 4, 1811.
which we esteemed as most precious, was Have I been dreaming? Am I still a
snatched from us by the power of that sojourner upon earth, or have I made ac- strange, gigantic, but as regards Germany, quaintance with another world ? Scarcely fiend-like spirit
, Napoleon. We seemed to two days have elapsed, and I have lived ourselves,our fatherland seemed to us, utterthrough events that might suffice to fill y lost. My friends had just come from the the circle of a year. I arrived here at 8 Tyrol ; they bad there visited the bloody o'clock in the evening of the 2d of May. but ever-memorable theatre of the sacred My first walk led me to that wonderful warfare which Hofer, that true son of the building, the Cathedral. The tremulous mountains, appealing to human and divine crescent of the new moon, which was still justice, had waged with the overpowering floating among the last violet clouds and armies of France. Our conversation natumists of the departed sunset, threw a
rally turned at once, in a warmer strain faint silvery gleam through the obscurity than was prudent under the circumstanof the twilight; a dull, reddish light feil ces, on a subject which filled our hearts from the lamps above, and from the even
with patriotic yearnings.
“We visited ing sky, upon the lower portion of the Hofer's dwelling, too, the true hero!" stately fabric. The heavens were clear said Adolph, as he drew forth his tablets. above, but obscured below. The edifice,
“Allow me,” said he, “to read these with its innumerable spires, thus strangely verses, which the consecrated spot, as I illumined, pierced the clear, dark-Blue might almost call it, dictated to my soul." ether. In front of the dome, the multitude
He read as follows: was pressing toward the theatre, the With rev'rent steps this dwelling enter, world-renowned Scala ; the pointed Goth
That by the wayside humbly stands; ic spires of the gable and steeple seemed Look at the cheerful household table, surrounded by a holy, solemn calm, to
The pictures, hung by pious hands. which the bustling crowd beneath were
Here deeds of great emprize designing, strangers. I stood for a long time, lost in
Oft sat the hero of our day, contemplation. Presently, two figures
With friends in council grave consulting,
Who, like himself, gave life away. emerged from the shadow of the vast pillars ; they were evidently, as their dress Seated around, in earnest converse, indicated, travellers, like myself . As they Yet pealed forth—'twas their fathers
What lofty sorrow pierced each soul, are passing, I recognize voices well known
The glad song o'er the flowing bowl. to me; how delightful! They are Hermann and Adolph, the friends of my
“Brave comrades ! let our monarch hear you ; youth, whom I have not seen for many We fight as men in God confiding-,
Weep on, ye need not blush to weep; years. What a meeting !
Our faith in him alone we keep." We repair to the nearest café. Here, with the warm mists of evening around We, too, a goblet here will empty
In mem’ry of our Hofer's name; us, we took our seats at a retired table
And though our eyes with tear-drops glisten, near the door. The lamps flickered ; a Our brows need feel no blush of shame. flask of foaming asti, the champaigne of Lombardy, stood before us; we recounted I immediately copied the lines. We our experiences, since the rough storms of remained conversing in words of heartfelt time had severed the ties that united us in sorrow until midnight. The crowd was
then returning from the theatre; we de- strange interruption to my thoughts. parted on our respective paths. I had Tones so sad, so soft, so touching, pealed scarcely proceeded a hundred steps, when through the silence of the night that tears I remarked with astonishment, but without rushed unbidden to my eyes. Is it a apprehension, that I was followed by the song ? No, and yes! No song of an ringing step of a French gendarme. I earthly voice, but of an Orpheus, who conjectured his design, and in order to sat- witches forth tones such as were never isfy myself, I suddenly crossed the street heard till now. I know it will excite a in the direction of a by-path. He follow- smile, when I say that I had been listened. I immediately resolved on a plan of ing to a violin player. action. The poem might condemn me to How shall I describe those tones, which, death ; I would at once tear the paper in while in the space of a few hours, I saw pieces—but before this could be accom- chains, death, the galleys before my eyes, plished, he seized my arm : • Monsieur, suddenly raised me from the depths of votre porte-feuille ?" I gave it up: despair to the hopes of freedom and deliv“ Vous me suivrez.” It was all over ; I erance, and which, as I deem their occurwas completely bafiled. I was taken to a rence the most remarkable event of my large, antiquated building, with which I life, have left the deepest impression bewas entirely unacquainted ; a lofty door, hind? The dread stillness of night preclosed with heavy bolts, was opened. vailed, and a light breeze, which blew in French sentinels were pacing to and fro the direction of my grated window, wafted My conductor spoke a few words in a fa- toward me the wonderful sounds. Clear miliar manner to the officer. I was taken
I was taken as a bell, rising gradually, like the tone of in charge by two soldiers and a jailer, who a manly voice, longing and lamenting like carried a lamp. We ascended some steps the prayers and sorrows of love, gently through dark, intricate passages. The confiding, like the modest, timid bride, so jailer at last came to a halt, opened a door fell these sounds on the grief-awakened fast-bound with iron, and I found myself spirit. The performer, as it seemed, inin a gloomy dungeon, the grated windows dulged in a free phantasy on his instruof which scarcely admitted a gleam of sun- ment; sometimes interrupting the longshine. The gendarme followed. I was sustained tones by his light fantastic passubjected to a rigorous search, and all my sages; now strangely powerful, now artistpapers were taken from me; but I was ically graceful, but always pure as a treated courteously, and allowed to retain string of unblemished pearls. After having my money and my watch. The jailer in- wandered long in this fine, free rhapsody, quired if I wanted anything. I could not he suddenly fell, by a strange, but beautisuppress a bitter smile. • Well, early to- ful transition, into a melody of wonderful morrow,” said he, and departed. I re- pathos. Never can I forget the inexpressmained alone in the darkness. Sleep! ible feeling with which he gave effect to Rest! Dreams of a soul that has never that sweet, but mournful melody. A fullsuffered ! For an hour, perhaps, I lay on ness, a golden clearness of tone, a blend my pallet of straw, and depicted at leisure ing, a rising and falling, and then the dythe cruel destiny that awaited me. But ing cadence. It was the noble, sorrowful one-and-twenty! high hopes in my breast ! lament of a captive monarch. There was and what were these? To assist in ob encouragement in the thought, as it taining freedom for my fatherland ! to aid flashed upon my mind, that better men in the accomplishment of noble deeds! In than I had often been surrounded by what dreams does youth indulge! More worse evils, and I experienced, while lying than these, there was a far-off loved one. on my dismal couch, a degree of hope and Who does not love at this period? A consolation, which no anticipation of the sister! parents! and now a prison! Per- future could have given me. The beautihaps early to-morrow I should kneel on ful theme was followed by variations. the sand-hill, a defenseless victim, await. Not the old, thousand times repeated play ing the bullet decreed by the will of a for- of wasted trills and quavers, but such eign power as my sentence, for the crime strange, peculiar passages, such wonderof loving my native land. Now came a ful combinations of notes, in which the