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such quick succession that there was not | dently a great comfort to him. He seems time for any one to have a strong predom- to say liberavi animam meam — it is my inance. The poem which goes by the religious exercise. We remember to have name of the “ Ibis ” — the outpouring of heard a story about a Roman Catholic in his wrath against a treacherous friend a distant colony who had not seen a is too much of a literary exercise, too rich priest for many years. When one arrived, in historical and literary illustrations, to he at once went to confession, the satisallow of our regarding it as a genuine ex. faction of which he presently conveyed pression of passion at white heat.
to his friends in the words, “ Light as a And in the second place we may well feather ! light as a feather! we are not believe that a miserly and grasping spirit concerned to draw the Protestant moral was foreign to his nature — no common associated with the story, but ihere is merit in Augustan Rome, where, if Ovid something similar in Ovid's “In mea nunc is to be trusted, the worship of the “ al. demens crimina fassus ero," except that mighty dollar" was the one worship
“ demens is light-headed rather than which defied the sceptics and philoso. light-hearted, and that Ovid, unlike the phers. Still we are rather weary of lis. colonist, harbors some Protestant doubts tening to this Aristides, calling himself about the value of confession.* the just, and wickedly suspect that he is His humor is hardly to be guessed at not ill pleased to
by those who only know the “Fasti.” It Compound for sins he's most inclined to,
is seldom or never absent from the “ Ars By damning those that he's no mind to.
Amandi" and the “ Amores," and lights
up some of the most sombre epistles None we think can doubt that the poet of the “Tristia.” The saying in the himself was aware now and then of a cer. “ Amores,” “ Apte jungitur herous cum tain ludicrous inconsistency in the inser. breviore modo,” may be applied generally tion of his copy-book maxims when he is to his way of blending the ludicrous with in the very act of recommending all that the pathetic. Ariadne mourning for The. is basest in practice. If we turn to the seus is really pathetic; but Ovid goes on “ Heroides we shall see that he makes to describe how she is consoled by Bacsome of his dramatis persone go through chus; and, for the life of bim, he cannot the same farce. Helen feels that the god. help introducing his motley train, with old dess of Spartan respectability insists on Silenus and his donkey, and the deep indignation, and she declaims about the cups which have made him so "malus insult offered to a stainless life by the an eques.” Again he is miserable and proposals of the Phrygian stranger; but despondent over the_barbarism which soon “coming down from her lambics,” surrounds his exile. There are the imas Lucian says, she is satisfied with dis- becile Scythians who find Latin words cussing the practical difficulties of escap- ridiculous (not unlike some other barbaing detection. Ovid cynical is Ovid at rians who greet the intelligent foreigner his worst. He reminds us of the fearful at Folkestone), and the would-be Greeks picture drawn by Thucydides of the moral who wear Persian trousers; but he is results of the faction war in Corcyra, consoled with the thought, “ Sovereignty “where virtue was laughed down and even among the blind is something," and silenced.” It is this that makes the be concludes, “Inter Sauromatas ingenio. “ Ars Amandi" so much worse than the sus ero." “Amores." “For Heaven's sake," he And how modern is the feeling in some says, “in a love affair don't make a confi. of the following hints ! dant of your dearest friend. Ten to one Ladies should be cheerful; the poet he will supplant you. I have done it my- never could stand Tecmessa and 'Anself before now.” And then with the dromache (this, by the way, explains why true Ovidian humor “Dear! dear! what tragedy thought better of offering Ovid have I done ! laying bare my heart's deep- the buskin). He cannot fancy Tecmessa est secrets," as if he ever had a secret for whispering lux men, and other pretty more than ten seconds! With a slight little lovers' phrases. change of meaning, we might apply to In letter-writing you must not be too his autobiographical confidences the old eloquent. Declamation is horrid and lines:
makes you detested. Ladies must, howHis Cupid is a blackguard boy
ever, learn to write; solecisms are shockThat runs his link full in your face.
ing in a love-letter. These confessions, however, are evi.
* "Si quid prodest delicta fateri.”
The waters of Baiæ are not always know you for their father. They do not wholesome. Some have come away com- indeed know how to deceive, but all else plaining (like the Frenchman who found is their father's.". Or the picture of Hersociety "sweet, but too sweet”) that the mione's desolate childhood : “She only climate is anything but salubrious. knew Helen for her mother, because she
How amusing it is to see the biter bit, was so beautful ;” or Leander's “light of and Venus laughing from her temple hard love, the only star in heaven above;"* by the Forum at the lawyers, at the advo- or Laodamia's charming dream of Protecates turned clients. Love, he says in silaus narrating his “moving accidents by another place, is an admirable legal ad. food and field,” and the delightful kisses viser, and will make a scoundrel of you in that interrupted the narrator; or Dido's no time.
“Let me be called your hostess, not your This last phrase is from the “He- bride. Dido will bear to be anything, so roides,” and there is no lack of humor in she be yours;” or again, Canace's peti. that correspondence. Helen understands tion for the “urn however tiny" to hold Paris, and lets him know it. She begs the ashes of guiity mother and slaughhim to lay aside military boasting,* he tered child; or lastly, Briseis pitiful en. does not look the part. He must remem-treaty to Achilles : “ I shall not be a ber too that he has not deeper feelings | heavy burden on your feet.” Each and than her other admirers, but only more all of these show the real elegiac feeling, fuency.t. Cydippe, ill and miserable, and genuine self-compassion, or tearful rebored with the post, wonders that her proach ; or else, as in the instance of lover Acontius has more of the favor of Laodamia's tremulous joy, there is the the gods than herself. Perhaps to true tragic irony of a partly-told tale, whose them too he has written a long letter, and sad catastrophe all the world knows. they are captivated with the reading of There is much surely in all this, in his it!”
humor, in his naïveté, in his modern tone, The second book of the “ Tristia ” con in the music of his verse, and the sweettains a most curious justification of the ness of his pathos, to command for Ovid “Ars Amandi,” based on the amount of at least the respectful mention of lovers of questionable Roman literature in every- poetry: they may grant that be is not body's hands, and the still more question profound and still retain for him his able lives of certain men of letters; as rights among the “Heliconiadum comwell as an enumeration of discreditable ites.” precedents in history and mythology, not We may recall an English poet who has excluding the origin of the imperial fam- not consulted Ovid in vain, and to whom ily. Besides, “if every sinner was hit, one of the first of living critics has not Jove's arsenal would be empty.” Finally hesitated to assign a very bigh place in the “ Tristia ” opens with a half-ludicrous, our poetry. Against. Herrick this same half-pathetic warning to his book, to take charge of want of depth must be brought, its place on his Roman shelves, without yet he is rarely disparaged on this acholding intercourse with a certain trio it count. Though these two poets are dif. will find there. It is true, he says, that ferent in many ways, they have this in the unhappy poems which cost him his common, that the ruling divinities of their exile only taught what everybody knew, style are simplicity and brightness. And
but I would not have you show affection if any one compares, by way of criticism, for them, even though they offer to inspire the shallow streams that run dimpling
all the way,” we freely confess our grati. But we have said enough in illustration tude for the dimples, and our preference of our poet's humor, and must before we for such a Highland burn over the unlit conclude give a few examples of his ten- gulfs, the abysmal profundities of the derness. What can be more pathetic obscurantists, which rarely emit one ray than Hypsipele's appeal to Jason: "Your of intelligence, and then only to the inchildren are very like you, any one would itiated.
you with it."
• " Publica non corat sidera noster amor."
* " Pella gerant fortes — tu, Pari semper ama." † “ Nec tibi plus cordis, sed magis oris adest."
Fifth Series, Volume XL
No. 2004.- November 18, 1882.
CONTENTS. 1. SHELLEY AND MARY,
Athenæum, . VI. CARD-STORIES,
Chambers' Journal, VII. THE FRENCH IN MADAGASCAR,
Spectator, VIII. ECONOMY,
Queen, . IX. MR. GLADSTONE AT HOME,
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“Think of Death!" the night-birds say,
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skiff ; She watched as it tacked and made the land, “Think of Life!” the broad winds say, She watched the sharp keel run on the sand, Through the old trees sighing; And she thought, “He is coming to me, to But the whirling leaf-dance, – Nay, me,”
Think of Dying !”
“Think of Death !” the sad bells say,
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From The Edinburgh Review. extreme complexity of Shelley's characSHELLEY AND MARY.*
ter and from the exceptional incidents The biography of Percy Bysshe Shelley which marked his short but eventful life. has been repeatedly attempted, but never
It is not our intention on the present ocwritten. The meinorials we possess of a casion to add anything to what has already most interesting life are disjointed and been written in this journal on his poetiimperfect. No one has had the skill or cal genius, or to anticipate what we hope the opportunity to weave them into a life to say on a future occasion of his prose like portrait of a man remarkable not only writings; for in our judgment Shelley's for the lustre of his poetical genius, but prose compositions are, in beauty of for the singular charm of his character style and vigor of thought, only one deand the strange and tragical incidents of gree less remarkable than his poetry. his existence. The notes appended by Our present object is to endeavor to preMrs. Shelley to her edition of bis poems sent to our readers a more faithful picture and essays are valuable, but she was her of the character of the man - a character self a personage in the drama of his life, which, in his lifetime, was totally misunwho deserves to figure in the place near- derstood, and which even now is slowiy est her husband. Mr. Hogg had access working its way through the mists of time to some of the Shelley papers, and he was to its meridian lustre. We have been inselected to write the life because he had cited and encouraged to attempt this task been one of Shelley's earliest friends; but because we have had access, through the the vulgarity and egotism with which he indulgence of the Shelley family, to pa. executed a portion of his task were intol-pers and documents not previously pub. erable, and it was broken off at the very lished or divulged, which enable us to add period when the life of the poet became some important facts and original docu. most interesting. Mr. Garnett's “Relics ments to the record of a life at once so of Shelley " are marked by a higher feel interesting and so imperfectly known. ing of the subject. Mr. Rossetti's edition The volumes, whose title we have prefixed of Shelley's poems, with notes, is more to these pages have been prepared for the characteristic of the ingenuity of the ed. press by Lady Shelley, with the object of itor than of the genius of the poet. Mr. preserving from destruction the precious Buxton Forman has collected with scru- records in her possession. They compulous and conscientious care, from vari- prise all the letters and other documents ous sources, in his great classical edition of a biographical character at present in of the poems and prose works of Shelley, the hands of Shelley's representatives. every detail that can throw light on the The collection extends to twelve hundred purity of the text and the circumstances and forty-three pages, and it is probable under which they were composed. Lady that even these memorials may hereafter Shelley herself, the daughter-in-law of the be enlarged. A good many of these papoet and the faithful guardian of his rel. pers have already been published, espeics and his fame, published in 1859 a cially the letters from Italy, in the works smal volume entitled “Shelley Memori- to which we have referred. Some of them als, from Authentic Sources,” which has are of too private and confidential a nagone through several editions, and is, thus ture to be placed before the public. But far, the most ample disclosure of the Shel. we are persuaded that the selection we ley papers and correspondence. But the feel ourselves justified in making from record is still incomplete, partly because the remainder, with the permission of some of the most important materials to those who are most deeply interested in be derived from the family archives have the subject, will not only gratify the evernot been made public, and partly from the extending circle of admirers of Shelley's
genius, but will raise and ennoble the es. * Shelley and Mary. A Collection of Letters and timate of his disposition and character. Documents of a Biographical Character, in the possession of Sir Percy and Lady Shelley, for private cir
But the task is a difficult one, and can culation only. 3 vols. Svo.
only, within these limits, be very imper