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permanent residence, when the places of the inanimate Neurospasta were supplied by the vigour of living saints. The majestic emblem was therefore excavated, and a winding staircase facilitated the access of the votary. Perhaps an arched roof completed the figure, and the hermit, elevated on the mystical summit, enjoyed the visionary raptures of his proximity to superior intelligences. Such an edifice, in the hour of danger, could only serve to descry the approach of an enemy, marked by the progress of terror and desolation. On minds rendered fierce and sanguinary, by the habit of deciding theological differences with the point of the sword, the religion of antiquity could not operate; and if the regiment of Inchiquin was destined to the attack, it was probably designed to weaken the imputation of cruelty, which an English commander would have incurred by the refusal of quarter,”*

* " In the extermination of the garrison, insult was added to outrage: the victors pretended, that

Our passion for oriental history, and the peculiar character of the specimens with which we have been favoured, must remind the most careless observer of the distorted railing, shapeless pavilions, and gilded dragons, which the love of what was called Chinese architecture poured into our fields and gardens, a few years ago. Indeed, the attraction of novelty, however hideous, has proceeded so far, that in reading some late productions, one cannot avoid thinking of the Sicilian Prince, who surrounded his villa with statues of monsters, only remarkable by the extremity of their distance from truth and probability.

But, tired of this extravagance, we now begin to recal the Gothic labours of our ancestors into our pleasure-grounds; we crown the artificial mound with the shivered qonjon, and wind the ivy round the unfinished pinnacles of the mimic abbey. While good taste is contented with simply restoring the traces of ancient grandeur, caprice disfigures whatever it attempts to embellish, and prefers absurdity of inveňtion to correct imitation. So it has fared with those who have revived select portions of English history, mingled with a certain degree of sentiment and fiction. In some of these attempts, the small chasms of private history are so dextrously supplied, and the bare line of general narration is so happily ornamented, that we readily give up our fancy to a delusion, which instructs while it imposes on us. In the inferior

among the slain, several homines caudati were discovered."

productions of this kind, all intricacy and distress revert to the common peace-breaker of novels, love. All state-mysteries and revolutions are imputed to some sighing damsel in her ruff and farthingale; Some whisker'd peer, with song and sonnet big; Some tender Damon, in his lion-wig;

and the author, presuming on his reader's inadvertence, does not scruple to bestow youth, and the hearts of young ladies on a paralytic senator, or to represent a beauty as inexperienced and frail in her grand climacteric. An anachronism of thirty or forty years, however injurious to ancient characters, is easily overlooked:

Thus harshly Maro treats the Tyrian dame ; Tho' sev'ring time protects her spotless fame: Safe from the pious chief's imputed lust, Scarce ev'n their skeletons could mingle dust, Ye beauteous maids, who fire the modern lay, With merit humble, and with virtue gay, Tho' with such sacred heat your charms allure, That ev'ry melting thought but runs more pure, (As, on Helvetian hills, the virgin-snow Takes its fine polish from the solar glow) Yield your soft pity to the injur'd shade, Whom Virgil's arms, disdaining time, invade. No guiding angel taught her to descry, Thro' fabled dreams, the ruler of the sky; No hope yet fann'd the soul's immortal flame, Her hell was censure, her religion fame. Of these short hopes, ye poets, what abuse; Penelope is chaste, * and Dido loose!

* Tradition has made very free with the character of this lady, notwithstanding the praises Could she from cold oblivion peep,

It must be owned, however, that in the passion for restoring ancient beauties, some deception has taken place. If an author, * professing to vindicate the character of an unfortunate princess, has thought proper to falsify the features of a medal yet in existence,+ what credit shall we give to his account of circumstances which he could only know by conjecture? Some of the champions in this cause have, indeed, displayed great abilities, and great charity; and nobody, I imagine, could be more suprised by the result of their enquiries, than the unhappy subject of them.

And see her modern portrait shine,

So pure, so holy, so divine,
Round which ev'n wits and scholars weep;

bestowed on it by Homer. In some parts of Greece, altars were raised to her, as the patroness of promiscuous intercourse,

* Dr. Stuart, in his Hist. of Scotland.

+ See the profile of Queen Mary, in that work, where the features are very different from the pinched cheeks and turned up nose of the cele, brated medal, from which it is said to be taken.

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