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To hail our coming. Not a step profane
Thus, in this calm recess, so richly fraught
These indeed are all that a wise man would desire to assemble; "for a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a
Note 4, page 21, col. 1.
Rise, ere the watch-relieving clarions play, Caught through St. James's groves a blush of day; (15) tinkling cymbal, where there is no love." Ere its full voice the choral anthem flings Through trophied tombs of heroes and of kings. Haste to the tranquil shade of learned ease," Though skill'd alike to dazzle and to please; Though each gay scene be search'd with anxious eye, worlds of art; where I meet with shining landscapes, Nor thy shut door be pass'd without a sigh.
From every point a ray of genius flows!
By this means, when all nature wears a louring countenance, I withdraw myself into the visionary
gilded triumphs, beautiful faces, and all those other objects that fill the mind with gay ideas, etc. ADDISON.
It is remarkable that Antony, in his adversity, passed some time in a small but splendid retreat, which he called his Timonium, and from which might originate the idea of the Parisian Boudoir, that favorite apartment, où l'on se retire pour être seul, mais où l'on ne boude point.-STRABO, 1. xvii. PLUT. in Vit. Anton.
agros." Distant views contain the greatest variety both in themselves and in their accidental variations. Note 3, page 21, col. 1.
Small change of scene, small space his home requires. Many a great man, in passing through the apartments of his palace, has made the melancholy reflection of the venerable Cosmo: "Questa è troppo gran casa à si poco famiglia."-MACH. Ist. Fior. lib. vii.
"Parva, sed apta mihi," was Ariosto's inscription over his door in Ferrara; and who can wish to say more? "I confess," says Cowley, "I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a very little feast."-Essay vi.
When Socrates was asked why he had built for himself so small a house, "Small as it is," he replied, "I wish I could fill it with friends."-PHÆDRUS, 1. iii, 9.
If, when this roof shall know thy friend no more,
Note 6, page 21, col. 1.
And still the Few best loved and most revered.
-One fair asylum from the world he knew,
The dining-room is dedicated to Conviviality; or, as Cicero somewhere expresses it, Communitati vitæ And, with the swallow, wings the year away!" (16) atque victûs." There we wish most for the society of our friends; and, perhaps, in their absence, most require their portraits.
The moral advantages of this furniture may be illustrated by the pretty story of an Athenian courtesan, "who, in the midst of a riotous banquet with her lovers, accidentally cast her eye on the portrait of a philosopher, that hung opposite to her seat: the happy character of temperance and virtue struck her with so lively an image of her own unworthiness, that she instantly quitted the room; and, retiring home, became ever after an example of temperance, as she had been before of debauchery."
Note 7, page 21, col. 1.
Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams.
Note 1, page 20, col. 2.
Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass.
Cosmo of Medicis took most pleasure in his Apennine villa, because all that he commanded from its windows was exclusively his own. How unlike the wise Athenian, who, when he had a farm to sell, directed the crier to proclaim, as its best recommendation, that it had a good neighborhood.-PLUT. in Vit. Themist.
2 Innocuas amo delicias doctamque quietem.
Note 2, page 20, col. 2.
And through the various year, the various day.
Note 5, page 21, col. 1.
At Guido's call, etc.
Alluding to his celebrated fresco in the Rospigliosi Palace at Rome.
Note 8, page 21, col. 1.
And, when a sage's bust arts thee there. Siquidem non solum ex auro argentove, aut certe ox 30
ere in bibliothecis dicantur illi, quorum immortales Hence every artist requires a broad and high sime in iisdem locis ibi loquuntur: quinimo etiam light. Hence also, in a banquet-scene, the most que non sunt, finguntur, pariuntque desideria non picturesque of all poets has thrown his light from trada vultus, sicut in Homero evenit. Quo majus the ceiling.-Æn. i, 726.
And hence the "starry lamps" of Milton, that
(ut equidem arbitror) nullum est felicitatis specimen, quam semper omnes scire cupere, qualis fuerit ali
-PLIN. Nat. Hist.
Cicero speaks with pleasure of a little seat under Aristotle in the library of Atticus. "Literis sustentor etrecreor; maloque in illa tua sedecula, quam habes sub imagine Aristotelis, sedere quàm in istorum sella caruli!"-Ep. ad Att. iv, 10.
Nor should we forget that Dryden drew inspiration from the "majestic face" of Shakspeare; and
that a portrait of Newton was the only ornament of the closet of Buffon.-Ep. to Kneller. Voyage à Montbart.
In the chamber of a man of genius we
Write all down:
Note 9, page 21, col. 1.
Which gathers round the Wise of every Tongue. Quis tantis non gaudeat et glorietur hospitibus, exclaims Petrarch.-Spectare, etsi nihil aliud, certè javat-Homerus apud me mutus, imò verò ego apud Dlum surdus sum. Gaudeo tamen vel aspectû solo, et sæpe illum amplexus ac suspirens dico: O magne vir, etc.-Epist. Var. lib. 20.
Note 10, page 21, col. 2.
Like those blest Youths.
See the Legend of the Seven Sleepers.-GIBBON, € 33.
Note 11, page 21, col. 2.
Catch the blest accents of the wise and great. Mr. Pope delights in enumerating his illustrious guests. Nor is this an exclusive privilege of the poet The Medici Palace at Florence exhibits a long and imposing catalogue. "Semper hi parietes columnæque eruditis vocibus resonuerunt.'
Another is also preserved at Chanteloup, the seat of the Duke of Choiseul.
12, page 21, col.
Sheds, like an evening-star, its ray serene.
At a Roman supper, statues were sometimes employed to hold the lamps.
—Aurea sunt juvenum simulacra per ædeis, Lampadas igniferas manibus retinentia dextris. Lucr. ii, 24. A fashion as old as Homer!-Odyss. vii, 100. On the proper degree and distribution of light, we may consult a great master of effect. Il lume grande, ed alto, e non troppo potente, sarà quello, che renderà le particole de' corpi molto grate.-Tratt. della Pittura di LIONardo di Vinci, c. xli.
from the arched roof Pendent by subtle magic, -yielded light As from a sky.
Note 13, page 22, col. 1.
duced those admirable pieces of mechanism, afterAt the petits soupers of Choisy were first introwards carried to perfection by Loriot, the Confidente
and the Servante; a table and a side-board, which
descended and rose again covered with viands and wines. And thus the most luxurious Court in Europe, after all its boasted refinements, was glad to return at last, by this singular contrivance, to the quiet and privacy of humble life.-Vie privée de Louis XV, tom. ii, p. 43.
Between 1. 10, and 1. 11, col. 1, were these lines, since omitted:
Hail, sweet Society! in crowds unknown,
Though the vain world would claim thee for its own. Still where thy small and cheerful converse flows, Be mine to enter, ere the circle close. When in retreat Fox lays his thunder by, And Wit and Taste their mingled charms supply; When Siddons, born to melt and freeze the heart, Performs at home her more endearing part; When he, who best interprets to mankind The winged messengers from mind to mind, Leans on his spade, and, playful as profound, His genius sheds its evening-sunshine round, Be mine to listen; pleased yet not elate, Ever too modest or too proud to rate Myself by my companions, self-compell'd To earn the station that in life I held. They were written in 1796.
Note 14, page 22, col. 1.
So through the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide. An allusion to the floating bee-house, or barge laden with bee-hives, which is seen in some parts of France and Piedmont.
Note 15, page 22, col. 1.
Caught through St. James's groves at blush of day. After this line in the MS.
Groves that Belinda's star illumines still, And ancient Courts and faded splendors fill.
Note 16, page 22, col. 1. And, with the swallow, wings the year away! It was the boast of Lucullus that he changed his climate with the birds of passage.—PLUT. in Vit Lucull.
How often must he have felt the truth here in culcated, that the master of many houses has no home!
"T WAS Autumn; through Provence had ceased The vintage, and the vintage-feast. The sun had set behind the hill,
The moon was up, and all was still,
Yet ah, how lovely in her tears!
Up rose St. Pierre, when morning shone;
By Turenne, when the Rhine ran blood;
He slung his old sword by his side,
Unhappy in thy youth!" he said.
And who but she could soothe the boy,
And, as she pass'd her father's door,
And he, who through the breach had led
Oh! she was good as she was fair;
And, as she grew, her modest grace,
Her voice, whate'er she said, enchanted;
Soon as the sun the glittering pane
She, who would lead him where he went,
Which, when a tale is long, dispenses
In her who mourn'd not, when they miss'd her
The old a child, the young a sister?
With Frederic blowing bubbles in the sun;
Nor spinning by the fountain-side,
The day was in the golden west;
And, curtain'd close by leaf and flower,
The doves that still would at her casement peck,
That casement, underneath the trees,
And feigning, as they grew in size,
St. Pierre sat by, nor saw nor smiled.
A father may awhile refuse;
The light was on his face; and there
1 Cantando "Io amo! Io amo!"-Tasso.
Now he sigh'd heavily; and now,
Look up-why will you not?" he cries
And true it was! And true the tale!
One charge I have, and one alone,
My father-if not for his own, Oh for his daughter's sake!"
Inly he vow'd-"'t was all he could!" And went and seal'd it with his blood.
Nor can ye wonder. When a child, And in her playfulness she smiled, Up many a ladder-path2 he guided Where meteor-like the chamois glided, Through many a misty grove. They loved-but under Friendship's name And Reason, Virtue fann'd the flame; Till in their houses Discord came, And 't was a crime to love. Then what was Jacqueline to do? Her father's angry hours she knew, And when to soothe, and when persuade; But now her path De Courcy cross'd, Led by his falcon through the gladeHe turn'd, beheld, admired the maid; And all her little arts were lost! De Courcy, lord of Argentiere! Thy poverty, thy pride, St. Pierre, Thy thirst for vengeance sought the snare.
2 Called in the language of the country pas de l'Echelle.
The day was named, the guests invited;
That morn ('t was in Ste Julienne's cell,
That morn, ere many a star was set,
-And now the village gleams at last;
So saying, through the fragrant shade
While Manchon round and round her play'd:
(When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round,
The housewife's prayer, the grandam's blessing!
The lovely bride caressing;
Babes that had learnt to lisp her name, And heroes he had led to fame.
But what felt D'Arcy, when at length Her father's gate was open flung? Ah, then he found a giant's strength; For round him, as for life, she clung! And when, her fit of weeping o'er, Onward they moved a little space, And saw an old man sitting at the door, Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye That seem'd to gaze on vacancy, Then, at the sight of that beloved face, At once to fall upon his neck she flew; But not encouraged-back she drew, And trembling stood in dread suspense, Her tears her only eloquence!
On her you thought-but to be kind!
Her bridal be her dying day.
He shook his aged locks of snow;
When she implored, and old Le Roc consented.
-Nor can'st thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long;
And that dear Saint-may she once more descend
But now, in my hands, your's with her's unite.
Had Louis' then before the gate dismounted,
1 Louis the Fourteenth.
2 Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France; similar to ours of "The King and Miller of Mansfield."