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application of magnetism to the right arm, would be the || lator, much less to a prose one; but Goethe is of opi. most suitable method. One of us, therefore, made him nion that “all which acts with greatest efficiency in a stretch out his arm upon a table, and had begun to magnetise only a few minutes, when the attention of the specta
poetical work is what remains of a poet in a prose transtors were attracted by a considerable motion of all the mus
sation.” On this notion he and his brother geniuses of cles of the patient's arm. The operator hereby encou Germany acted, and they raised Shakspeare to the loftiraged, redoubled his exertions; and when a short time af est station in their regard : his works had great circulaterwards, he called to the negro, in a voice of command, • Rise! lift up your arm !' the patient, still half in doubt,
tion, and a deep and salutary influence on the nascent raised his arm, and as he was able to perform all the motions
literature of Germany. without difficulty, a scene took place which was worthy of Goethe, however, was not entirely occupied by letthe pencil of a master; the astonishment of the persons ters. Another love affair absorbed a good deal of his present, and their terror at this act of conjuration, the respectrul triumph of our host, the joy of the slave, and the
attention, about this period, and the narrative of it fills gratitude of his master, formed altogether a very animated
an inordinate number of pages. He does not appear to picture. We did not remain long enough at Ypanema, to have been very fastidiouis in his taste about female learn whether our black patient continued to feel the bene
| beauty, for this new idol was the pug-nosed daughter of fit of the operation; but at all events, we could not but be surprised at the rapidity with which a single manipulation
| a village parson. After having inspired a deep and ferhad acted upon him."
vent passion in her breast, our poet grew tired, and deDuring their residence at S. Paulo, our travellers made
serted her. All this is in his way, and we do not
know which inost to admire,-his manly chivalry to the several excursions into the neighbourhood, and the re
fair sex, or his frankness and candour. sult of their scientific observations is recorded by them
There is a large as very important. The science of botany will derive
portion of sentimental reflection on the subject of this many valuable accessions from these discoveries, but
amour, which seemed a sort of preparative lesson to the
Werther. we have neither space nor inclination to impart any of them to our readers.
From love he turned once more to letters. In the The description of manners and usages is less elaborate, but we are glad to perceive the
Ducal Gallery at Manheim, he beheld with admiration alacrity with which the extreme sensuality and profli
the productions of ancient art and genius. His impresgacy of the Europeans is exposed and condemned. The
sions are thus pithily and justly described :portions relating to zoology are very beautifully written,
“ Still the fruits which such impressions bear in silence, The author has made his descriptions quite poetical.
when they are received as pleasures and without being ana
lyzed, are of inestimable value. It is a most fortunate Those of the gold mines are scarcely less interesting,
thing for the young, when they can defend themselves from though they turn on the avarice and cruelty of man. the spirit of criticism, and yield up their minds to the imUnder the head of Villa Rica, a very ample account of pression of the beautiful and excellent, without troubling these mines is given. From that city, the travellers pro
themselves to discover and separate the accompanying ceed to the Rio Xipoto, the residence of the Coroados
dross." Indians. This is one of the most entertaining parts of
1 Faust was getting on rapidly, and he had already the volumes. The usages, peculiarities, appearance, and
composed • Goetz of Berlichingen'“ in his head.” His all that constitutes the general character of these tribes,
sketch of German literature at this time, is pregnant with
much that is valuable in the way of illustrating ihe hisis given with much minuteness. Here the volumes before us terminate. They con
tory of intellect. It shews what a vast and abiding intain, we are told, only the first half of the personal nar
fluence one or two men can procure for themselves over rative. The remaining part is in the press, and relates to
the mind of a nation. Klopstock, Wieland, and a few their travels along the Amazon 10 Peru, and their re
others, had awakened the long-dormant spirit of Gerturn thence to Para. It would be unjust not to speak
| many. This was, no doubt, the most brilliant epoch highly of the diligence and knowledge of the travellers,
of her literary annals.
!! These Memoirs furnish an excellent history of the and not to praise equally the account they have given to the world. It is instructive and interesting. The
author's mind. His studies and their effects are detailed translation appears to be well performed, and is mani.
with great minuteness, and accompanied with much
philosophical reflection. There was little or no method festly the work of a practised hand.
in his acquirements, which were, however, very various
and extensive. A great sensibility to the beauties of Memoirs of Goëthe. Written by Himself. 2 vols, 8vo. | nature, and a deep SYI
| nature, and a deep sympathy with all human feelings London: H. Colburn. 1824.
and actions, strongly characterize him. (Continued from p. 22.)
The account of Werther is sufficiently copious. The Our notice of these Memoirs, last week, terminated || outline of it is true, and founded on his personal expewith an extract indicative of Goethe's high veneration || rience. The death, and its manner, are borrowed from for Shakspeare. His works had already been translated one of his literary friends (Jerusalem,) who committed into German prose by Wieland, and afterwards by Es- suicide in consequence of a hopeless passion. The folchenberg. An Englishman would not willingly trust || lowing passage is a picture of Goëthe's con pexion with the reputation of Shakspeare to the efforts of any trans- the other parties in the tale:
“ As a new comer, free from all engagements, I felt my- || the plot or the characters of a piece. It short, English self in full security in the presence of a young lady whose || comedy is a coarse and dangerous aliment, suited only to band was engaged. She could not interpret the marks of the taste of a rude and corrupt multitude at a certain the most perfect devotion as attempts to attach her to me; Il period. Schræder has done more than could have been and she was therefore free to accept them as disinterested I expected with these pieces. He has changed even their proofs of affection and esteem. I neither wished to be, nor || primitive conceptions, and has adapted them to the Gercould be, more than her friend, and hence I was the more || man taste, by softening down their colouring. Still, howeasily enthralled. The youthful couple shewed a sincere | ever, they are imbued with a spirit of coarseness, which friendship for me, and treated me with perfect confidence. Il even Schræder could not eradicate; for all their comic I, who had hitherto been idle and absent, like a man dis humour consists in the merited or unmerited degradation satisfied with his condition, now found all I wanted in a fe of individuals. However, this species of drama having male friend, who, although her thoughts were constantly I gained a footing on our stage, has served as a counterpoise fixed on the future, knew how to abandon herself to the to a kind of far-fetched and over-delicate morality; and present moment. She took pleasure in my company; and || the conflict of the two styles has happily preserved us from it was not long before I found it impossible to exist out of || monotony, otherwise inevitable." hers. I had daily opportunities of seeing her: we might all be said to live together, and we became almost insepa
“Goetz of Berlichingen" was produced at this period rable, at home and abroad. As soon as business left the with great success. He had written and re-written it lover at liberty, he flew to the presence of his mistress. | several times before it was sent forth into the world. Thus, without thinking of it, we all three accustomed our
The criticism of his friend Merk is excellent : selves to each other, and always found ourselves together, without having formed any plan for meeting. We lived) " I consulted Merk on the subject: he asked me what together in this manner a whole summer, like the charac
advantage I expected to derive from these perpetual alteters of a true German Idyl, the foundation of which was a
rations. A thing thus continually done and undone,' fertile country, whilst a pure, lively, and sincere attach
said he, may indeed change its form, but it will seldom ment formed its poetry. We took walks amidst rich har
be improved. We should calculate well the effect of a work, vests, moistened by the copious dew of the morning ; we and when it is once finished, commence a new one. These listened to the cheerful song of the lark, and the quail's
eternal alterations indicate nothing but irresolution." shrill cry. If the heat became oppressive, or a storm overtook us, we never thought of separating; and the charm This play (it has been translated by Sir Walter Scott) of an affection equally constant and tender easily dispelled
excited much attention, and was severely criticised by any little domestic anxieties. Thus one day succeeded another, and all were holidays to us. Our whole calendar
some and praised by others. Amongst the latter were might have been printed in red letters. Whoever remem Wieland and Burger, and with their eulogies Goethe bers the expressions of the happy and ill-fated lover of Ju-l remained satisfied. A bookseller was so delighted with lia will easily understand me. Seated at the feet of my lit. that he wished to contract with the author for a beloved, I shall peel hemp, and desire nothing further, this || day, to-morrow, the day after-all my life.'»
dozen like it every year.
A good part of the second volume is filled with a Goethe's account of his literary friendships are un- || long sentimental disquisition on suicide, accompanied commonly interesting. A beautiful reciprocity of re- || with a defence of the principles of Werther. We have gard and kinduess seems always to have prevailed || no room for extracting more than this passage relating amongst them. They kept each other in a state of con- | to English poetry :tinual intellectual excitement, and afforded each other |
" A sombre expression of the distaste of life generally all possible assistance in literary labour. The low state
pervades it. I do not mean here to allude particularly to of the German drama caught the attention of Goethe, # Young's Night Thoughts,' which are specially devoted to and set him upon reforming and improving it. It was melancholy: the remark is applicable to all the contemplasufficiently moral, but it wanted the dramatic spirit.
tive poetry of the English; which transports us, we know
not how, into that glooiny region where the human underSchræder had done much for it by his adaptations from
standing meets with a problem beyond its grasp, and on the English, but much still remained to be done, which Religion herself is silent. Whole volumes of EngGoethe's opinion of English comedy is rather severe. lish poetry may be collected together, and they will only
afford a commentary on this appalling text:“ About the same time Schræder, who was at once an Then old age and experience, hand in hand, author and an actor, and who had become familiar with the Lead him to deatb, and make him understand. English drama through the intercourse existing between
After a search so painful and so long, Great Britain and Hamburgh, where he resided, sought
That all his life he has been in the wrong. to introduce English comedy on the German stage. But in the comic productions of the English he found only a
“ There is one trait peculiar to the English, which imgroundwork for his own labours; for the original pieces | presses on their poetry the seal of misanthropy, and difare, almost without exception, imperfect. Those which || fuscs over their literature the disagreeable hue of a distaste begin well, and which seem to promise something like all of every thing in life. I allude to their party-spirit, which regularly conceived plan, for the most part end in an inex- || is the offspring of their civil dissensions. This
is headlong tricable labyrinth. It would appear that the authors have passion possesses an Englishman during, at least, the best had no other design than that of stringing together a few | Il part of his life. An author devoted to a party abstains from amusing scenes; and if by chance we are led to anticipate eulogizing the principles to which he adheres, lest he an interesting and regular work, we soon find ourselves should excite the animosity of his adversaries. He emlost in an endless maze. Besides, the half-barbarous im ploys his talent in attacking and censuring those to whom morality and triviality which pervade these productions, he is opposed: he sharpens, and even poisons the shafts render their representation truly intolerable; and from 1 which he aims at them; while the voice of the public is this mass of impurity it is impossible to disconnect either || drowned amid the clamour and violence of the conflicting
parties. Thus a great nation, distinguished for intelli- || dust of nearly a quarter of a century these forgotten gence and activity, presents, even during the calmest in
|| scribblings of a smart boy? The injustice cannot be tervals, a picture of extravagance and madness. " The habitual melancholy of the English Muse extends
W glossed over by any silly nonsense about “ tracing the also to sentimental poetry. In this last style of composi | current of the mind to its first tricklings," and “ listen. tion, the subject is sometimes the death of a sorsaken maid; | ing to its prattlings among the pebbles." This is one or, perhaps, a faithful lover is swallowed up by the waves.
of the miseries of publishing at an early age. If fame or devoured by some sea-monster, just as he is on the point of reaching his beloved. When such a poet as Gray
comes with years and experience, some ill-natured jackleads his Muse into a country churchyard to tune her me | ass is sure to grope out these untimely abortions, and relodious lyre, he fails not to excite the admiration of all lo vive them, to the infinite dismay of the unhappy author. vers of melancholy. Milton, in his Allegro, is obliged to The letters of Jonathan Oldstyle were written by Mr. banish melancholy by a string of lively verses before he can express even moderate jor; and Goldsmith, with all his | Irving in 1802, and printed in the “ Morning Chroninatural cheerfulness of spirit, yields to the inspirations of cle," a paper published in New York, of which his brothe elegiac Muse, in his sweet poem “ The Deserted lil-ther was the editor. They relate to the theatre of that lage,” that paradise lost for which his “ Traveller” scarches || city, and have two or three digressions to other subjects. throughout the world in vain. “I shall, doubtless, be told that there are English works
They are precisely such things as any decently educated and English poems of a more lively character; but the lad might write on similar topics, and such as he would greater part of these compositions, and indeed the best of be desirous of forgetting before the expiration of the next them, are the productions of a remote period. As to the ||
Il year. One or two passages are lively and humorous, more modern specimens of this kind, to say the least of them, they border upon satire. Bitter spleen and con- equal to the best papers in the “Microcosm." The tempt of the fair sex are their prevailing characteristics.”
rest is but so so. We will make an extract from a bur
lesque criticism on the New York theatre :The remainder of the volume (excepting a small part) is filled with the account of his studies and the charac “ I cannot say that I was entirely satisfied with the play, ters of his literary friends, and their influence on Ger. | but I promised myself ample entertainment in the afterman literature. It is well written, spirited, and inte. ll piece, which was called the Tripolitan Prize. Now, thought resting. The last incident recorded in the memoirs is
I, we shall have some sport for our money; we will, no
doubt, see a few of those Tripolitan scoundrels spitted like a new love affair, which assumes all the characteristics turkeys, for our amusement. Well, Sir, the curtain roseof marriage, when the story abruptly breaks off. The the trees waved in front of the stage, and the sca rolled in translator has compiled a brief continuation of the bio
the rear-all things looked very pleasant and smiling. Pre
sently I heard a bustling behind the scenes-here, thought graphy, and tells the reader of Goethe's being invited
I, comes a band of fierce Tripolitans, with whiskers as long to Weimar, where he has ever since resided. The vo- ll as my arm. No such thing, they were only a party of villume is completed by a dictionary of all the persons lage masters and misses, taking a walk for exercise, and whose names occur in the course of the volume. It is | very pretty behaved young gentry they were, I assure you;
but it was cruel in the manager to dress them in buckram, useful to the reader, and deserves to be commended.
as it deprived them entirely of the use of their limbs. They We have now gone through these memoirs, and it arranged themselves very orderly on each side of the stage, remains for us to pay one more tribute of praise to the and sung something, doubtless very attecting, for they all high character of the writer, their own interest, the en
looked pitiful enough. By and by came up a most tremen
dous storm; the lightning flashed, the thunder roared, and terprize of the publisher, and the fidelity and accuracy
the rain fell in torrents : however, our pretty rustics stood of the translator.
gaping quietly at one another, until they must have been wet to the skin. I was surprised at their torpidity, till I
found they were each one afraid to move first, for fear of Letters of Jonathan Oldstyle, Gent. By the Author of being laughed at for their awkwardness. How they got ofl “ The Sketch Book," with a Biographical Notice. Lon
I do not recollect; but I advise the manager, in a similar
case, to furnish every one with a trap-door, through which don: E. Wilson. 1824.
to make his exit. Yet this would deprive the audience of This is a collection of eight letters published some much amusement ; for nothing can be more laughable than twenty years ago by Mr. Irving in the columns of a daily
to see a body of guards with their spears, or courtiers with
their long robes, get across the stage at our theatre. paper at New York. No one will grieve more than that
“ Scene passed after scene. In vain I strained my eyes gentleman at the avaricious spirit which has dragged to catch a glimpse of a Mahometan phiz. I once heard a these productions of his boyhood from their obscurity great bellowing behind the scenes, and expected to see a into the light of day. Written at an age singularly early,
strapping Mussulman come bouncing in; but was miser
|| ably disappointed, on distinguishing his voice, to find out ushered to the world in the most unpretending manner,
by his swearing, that he was only a Christian. In he camewithout any affix of the author's name, and touching an American navy officer. Worsted stockings, olive velvet upon subjects of the lightest and most superficial nature; small clothes, scarlet vest, pea-jacket, and gold-laced hatit cannot but fill him with regret that they should be
dressed quite in character. I soon found out, by his talk,
that he was an American prize-master; that, returning now deterré by some grovelling money-maker, and put through the Mediterranean with his Tripolitan prize, he into contrast with the avowed productions of his ma was driven by a storm on the coast of England. The turer days. It is ungenerous to the author, and can honest gentleman seemed, from his actions, to be rather only minister to a very diseased curiosity.
intoxicated: which I could account for in no other way
than his having drank a great deal of salt water, as he swam What right has any person to dig out from beneath the
“ Several following scenes were taken up with hallooing | Mr. Irving's life, evidently written in America. It has and huzzaing, between the captain, his crew, and the gal
nothing interesting or important in it. Mr. I. appears lery, with several amusing tricks of the captain and his son, a very sunny, mischievous little fellow. Then came
to be about forty-two or three years of age; received the cream of the joke: the captain wanted to put to sea,
“a collegiate " education in New York, his native and the young fellow, who had fallen desperately in love, city-travelled at an early age over Europe-began and to stay ashore. Here was a contest between love and
gave up the study of the law-wrote a good deal in honour-such piping of eyes, such blowing of noses, such slapping of pocketholes ! But old Junk was inflexible
magazines and newspapers—had a share in some oriWhat! an American tar desert his duty! (three cheers || ginal works, and afterwards published one or two from the gallery,) impossible! American tars for ever!! || alone-engaged with his brothers in a commercial True blue will never stain, &c. &c. (a continual thundering speculation which failed, and has ever since looked to among the gods.) Here was a scene of distress-here was bathos. The author seemed as much puzzled to know how
| literature as a solace and support. That it may prove to dispose of the young tar, as old Junk was. It would not both in the highest degree is the sincere wish of all who do to leave an American seaman on foreign ground, nor | know his amiable character, and by none is it more would it do to separate him from his mistress.
earnestly wished than by ourselves. " Scene the last opened.-It seems that another Tripolitan cruiser had bore down on the prize, as she lay about a mile off shore. How a Barbary corsair had got in this part Memoirs of Captain Rock, the celebrated Irish Chieftain, of the world-whether she had been driven there by the with some account of his Ancestors. Written by Himsame storm, or whether she was cruising to pick up a few English first rates, I could not learn. However, here she
self. London: Longman and Co. 1824. was. Again were we conducted to the sea-shore, where we
This book is a long pun, covering with the wings of found all the village gentry, in their buckram suits, ready || its wit nearly four hundred pages. What an immense assembled, to be entertained with the rare show of an stride has the genius of paronomasia made within a American and Tripolitan engaged yard-arm and yard-arm. The battle was conducted with proper decency and deco
few years ! But this is not merely“ a play upon rum, and the Tripolitan very politely gave in, as it would
words," it deals with the sad realities of things. “ Capbe indecent to conquer in the face of an American audience. tain Rock and his ancestors " are, in fact, nothing more
“ After the engagement the crew came ashore, joined or less than an impersonation of the history and spirits with the captain and gallery in a few more huzzas, and the curtain fell. How old Junk, his son, and his son's sweet
of Irish discontent and insurrection, from the time of heart, settled it, I could not discover."
Strongbow to the present day. We do not mean to This is nothing extraordinary, but it is well enough enter into any disquisition on the character of that disfor “a minor." It affords no ground for auguring any
content, or the causes and consequences of those insurthing very good or very bad of the writer's future at.
rections. Irish politics, as the author of the volume tempts in composition. The fact is, that Mr. Irving is before us says, are not only a great bore, but they are entirely a writer of art. He has been engaged in litera
absolutely hyperbore-an. The quibble is not very ture of some sort for the last twenty-five years. A care
| witty, but it is very expressive. ful attention to style, a working up of his sentiments
This work is the production of Moore, the Irish poet with the most elaborate and painful finish, a singular ||
and patriot. His poetry is full of patriotism, and we are delicacy of feeling, and a humour which never loses
afraid that there is a small leaven of poetry in his pasight of decency or taste, these constitute the chief merits
triotism. At any rate, if there be no fiction, there is a of Mr. Irving. He has not a spark of invention. All is
good deal of exaggeration about it. This is the rise of second-hand with him, but then so finely and beauti
| Irish genius—more especially when that genius applies fully polished, that it passes for new. We never mar
|| itself to politics. Mr. Moore introduces the memoirs velled at his success, knowing as we did his uncommon Il by a short and witty preface, which turns upon his havdiligence, his care, his experience in composition, and
| ing been sent over by a kind of missionary society in his fastidious taste, we should have greatly wondered
the west of England, “ to convert and illuminate the had he not succeeded. Still Mr. Irving is an elegant, accomplished, and pleasing writer. In this country he || “1, accordingly, prepared myself as speedily as I could can never cease to be popular. To a large proportion for the undertaking: and read every book relating to Ire
hall land that was, at all, likely to furnish me with correct noof the reading public, his essays are of just the kind to be
tions on the subject. For instance, in every thing relating intelligible and agreeable. They are germane to the
to political economy and statistics, I consulted Sir John current level of intellect. The sentiment has a slight | Carr, for accurate details of the rebellion of 1798, Sir Richard touch of sentimentality about it, which is sure to fasci- | Musgrave, and for statesman-like views of the Catholic nate very young ladies and very old gentlemen. Then
Question, the speeches of Mr. Peel.
“I was also provided by our Society with a large assortthe language is so polished and correct, that the purists
ment of Religious Tracts, written expressly for the edificaare quite enraptured with it. His essays are the model tion of the Irish peasantry; particularly, a whole edition of a of magazine writers; but as for his humour, that is ac- little work by Miss — of our Town, to the effect of which ceptable and delightful to all classes, and must in reality
| upon the Whiteboys we all looked forward very sanconstitute his most unexceptionable claim to high repu.
He briefly describes his journey and his adventures. Prefixed to the pamphlet before us is a brief sketch of This is very characteristic:
“ From Roscrea I turned off the main road, to pay a visit || arbitrary power, sweeping like a desolation over the face to an old friend, the Rev. Mr. , whom I found comfort
of that unhappy land. We cannot quote any of these ably situated in his new living, with the sole drawback, it is true, of being obliged to barricade his house of an evening,
instances : they hang together in unbroken sequence, and having little embrasures in his hall-door, to fire and any selection from them would disturb the perfect through at unwelcome visitors.”
and harmonious beauty of these annals of tyranny. In a stage coach he meets with “ a gentleman who
Under the reign of Charles I. he alludes to the conduct wore green spectacles and a flaxen wig. This person
of Strafford, “a man whom the lovers of arbitrary age turns out to be “ the great Captain Rock." From
power ought to canonize," and sayshim he received the MS. of the present volume.
“ His government in Ireland was, on a small scale, a per.. It commences with an account of the Rock family, ll fect model of despotism, combining all the brute coercion which is of great antiquity in Ireland; or, as the author
of the East, with all the refined perfidy and Machiavelism severely and wittily observes, “ at least as old as the an
of the West, and giving full rein to talents of the noblest
breed, in the most unbounded career of oppression and in cient family of the Wrongheads" in England. There justice. is an amusing speculation on the origin of the family “ There are some of his acts which might almost turn name. One of the conjectures is playful enough :
men into rebels but to read; and yet Hume, to whom the
severity of the Star-chamber appeared only · somewhat “ An idea exists in certain quarters that the letters of blameable,' has, in the same spirit, styled the acts of Lord which it is composed are merely initials, and contain
Strafford in Ireland, innocent, and even laudable.' phetic announcement of the high destiny that awaits, at || “History has been called 'philosophy teaching by examsome time or other, that celebrated gentleman, Mr. Roger ples'-and if the hearty concurrence of Stratford with the O'Connor, being, as they fill up the initials, the following views of his perfidious master, in violating the solemn awful words.-Roger O Connor King !!!
pledge given to the Catholics-it his private advice to the
Il monarch to disregard this pledge, while he publicly rebuked The following paragraph is a key to the whole vo
the parliament for barbouring the least doubt of its sincelume:
rity-if his readiness, when even Charles shrunk from the
responsibility of such deceit, to take all the infamy of this 46 With respect to the moral character of my ancestors in transaction on himself-if that unparalleled system of robthe times of Ollam Fodlah and Brian Boromhe, there is no
bery, under the pretext of an Inquiry into Titles, to which, doubt that, however suppressed or modified, it must have
adopted with improved machinery from the preceding reign, been pretty much the same that it is at present. The Great || he gave all the impulse of his powerful mind, and by which Frederick used to say, that while the French fight for glory,
the whole province of Connaught became the booty of the the Spaniards for religion, and the English for liberty, the
crown and its minions if the arbitrary measures by which Irish are the only people in the world who fight for fun;
he enforced this scheme of plunder, fining, pillorying, and and, however true this may be of my countrymen in general, branding such jurors as hesitated to find a title in the king there is no doubt of its perfect correctness as applied to the --if his flagitious trial of Lord Mountnorris, where himRock Family in particular. Discord is, indeed, our natural self, the accuser, presided, and the only witness against the element; like that storm-loving animal, the seal, we are accused sat among the judges if such transactions as these comfortable only in a tempest; and the object of the follow are to be held up as examples of the innocent and the lauding bistorical and biographical sketch is to show how kindly able, then let Hume's own 'Sceptic' take the world into the English government has at all times consulted our taste his hands, and remove all those landmarks of right and in this particularm inistering to our love of riot through
wrong, of justice and injustice, by which honest men have every successive reign, from the invasion of Henry II. down
hitherto steered ; let tyranny and turbulence, perfidy and to the present day, so as to leave scarcely an interyal dur.
plunder, be the order of the day among rulers and their ing the whole six hundred years, in which the Captain Rock subjects; and let Captain Rock, and the Czar of Russia difor the time might not exclaim
| vide the world between them. I shall not complain of my
share in the arrangement, and I will answer for the magna• Quæ regio in terris nostri non plena laboris ?'
nimous Alexander being equally satisfied with his.. or, as it has been translated by one of my family:
" The splendid talents of Lord Strafford, and the imposThrough Leinster, Ulster, Connaught, Munster, ing dignity of his death, may well justify a feeling of symRock's the boy to make the fun stir!”
pathy in his fate; but there would be no living in this world,
if there were not such examples, to bang up in the halls The memoirs begin with the reign of Henry II.
where Power holds his revel, and, like those awful memenwhen, and for some centuries after, an Irishman might | tos in the banqueting rooms of the Egyptians, chasten his be beaten, plundered, and killed, without much severity | pride, and check the exuberance of his riot.” of punishment. The conduct of the English gaols of those times is constantly and severely compared with The history of the ancestors of the Rock family that pursued towards Ireland at present, for the purpose thus ends :of shewing that the same cruel, careless, and oppressive spirit has always marked the English ascendency. It is
66 There are but two ways, in short, of keeping down the not a regular and connected history of our domination
| Rock family; either by restoring the Penal code to its
full, original perfection, or by abolishing, in spirit as well in Ireland, but only an attempt “ to track its course by l as in deed, all the odious remains of it. The former of hasty glimpses, and to point out a few foot marks of the these modes our rulers cannot adopt, and the latter, I Hercules of despotism, from which the rest of his colos know, they will not. Thus secured by the strength of the
Il people from one remedy, and guaranteed by the eternal sal proportions may be gathered." These foot marks
folly of our Government against the other, what have I to are in reality most frightful and enormous instances of fear for the permanence and prosperity of our race? May