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1122 THE LEADER. [Saturday ,
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VIVIAN NOT AT THE FUNERAL. Tjie bayonets...
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INDIA AND WATERLOO. Wl? Lave looked with...
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Passages From A Boy's Epic, Xnx Initiati...
Goddess and chariot vanisht utterly . But soon the Princess rose and felt her way Thro' the thick surges of the yellow mist , Till over sword-edged flints and . rolling stones , Faintly she fell , but once again uprisen Lookt round for help . Before her was the sea—The cold , unfeeling sea , that bore away Her fair , false Theseus , with the smiling eyes—Behind her , Death . Now resting on a rock , And clasping both her hands , she prayed aloud , As one that feels the Gods thrust back his prayer : " Hear me , O Zeus ! and thou , Uranian Queen , Whose words late breathed of joy and tenderness > Hear me , and give me some pale gleam of Hope , To silver the dark forest of my life . O , God ! O , Goddess ! ' tis a fearful thing Thus to have fallen from my tower of stars , Down , down , into the empty darkness down . " She spoke ; but through the island hoarsely rung A peal of mocking laughter , arid her words , Caught up , like voices in resounding caves , » Beat wildly back upon her throbbing ears . Then came thick Night , and the blind Darkness reacht From Earth to Heaven , and all the lower air Swarmed with a thousand ghastly lineaments Of shadowy faces fading as they grew , While far off in the mist a wailing cry , A feeble cry for help , most tike her own , Perplext her with a thousand changing thoughts Of crimes unknown , and a dim drowsing sense Of some great loss that yet in shadow lies . Then silence followed ; till , of sudden birth , Amid the moaning waves a tempest rose , And mounted on the intertangled wings Of all the winds , rode over prostrate earth , And marshalled all the wrestling elements With shout and call incessant : far above Reverberant thunders rolled , and lightnings ran A blood-red furrow through the jagged clouds , While earthquakes stampt among the reeling hills , And shook the sea as with the trampling feet Of myriad giants marching to the strife . Along the ground , dark faces streakt with fire Glared terribly , and threatening shapes swept past , And rushing wings and whirling waves were heard . Then while the fear grew large about her heart , Forsaken Aiiadnc , weeping , ciicd . "I am a woman whom fair Hope misled , Until she heard immortal lips proclaim Her entrance to the skies , and dared to lift Her impious thoughts up to the lofty stars . Henceforth I will be sad as others arc , And lowly with a human lowliness . Delight and love are for the Gods alone , And men need nothing but to grieve and die . " M .
1122 The Leader. [Saturday ,
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VIVIAN NOT AT THE FUNERAL . Tjie bayonets and helmets are Hashing in the sunlight , the crowds of anxious spectators are on tiptoe , and silently admiring the long , slow procession moving to mournful music ; and I , silting alone here in my study with one of the wisest of books , given to me by the dearest of human beings , lay down that book and pause , " more in sorrow than in anger , " to think of this show , and what a , great flam it is and ban been from first to last . The Duke dies—the nation mourns for him , really arid truly mourns for him , on . first hearing of his death , and could the procession have taken place then , it would ho have chimed in with the prevailing sentiment as to have a , certain reality and appropriateness , but now that all the mourning really has pant away and cannot be revived , what does this sham mean ? What is the purport of this lying in slate , and this inuch-talked-of procession P And why did I , naturally fond of all scenes that can excite emotion , prefer to sit here in my quiet study , to join the crowd without ? In one word , what does the whole businenH mean ? Mourning ! No . " Iionia < ro to the Duke , " it is said : the symbol of a nation's reverence . Homage indeed . ' You get up a . theatrical spectacle around I ho eollin ol the old ' Duke , and thousands come to gloat , upon that spectacle , and call flint " homage . " What homage is it to the body that lies cold within the eollin , insensible alike lo praise ordispnii . se , to homage or neglect ? What is all this pomp and glory , though swelled with cannonading thunder and martial music , and civic ; dignitaries , to his soul , which lias past away to glories far transcending these , or anything that these suggest ? Neither Inxly nor soul , whichever way we look at it , can be said to receive any gratification from this spectacle and its admirers . Hut if not homage to the Duke , what then F Why , homage to ourselves . A lusty shout , proclaiming wliut u great nation wo uro to produce ho groat u man .
And then this shout is " good for trade . " Shop windows are let fabulous prices "; railways , and cabs , and omnibuses , and planks and all other means of transport and standing-room , are in abundant request . Money circulates : which being translated , means , that Enfflisli life is active , and when a thing- is " good for trade , " all is said . Yet not all . Why not frankly call this show a show , and an amusement for the people ? Such as those with which . Louis Napoleon amuses hi show-loving electors . Why not let Government say at once , that it enters into competition with Astley ' s and Drury Lane , and so get rid . of the unreality which suggests itself in the pretence of mourning for the Duke " Did the spectators mourn ? Those who sat in comfortable windows , with pale ale and sausage rolls , amidst endless chaff and supremel y stupid remarks , were they mourning ? Those who sat for hours in the Cathedral wearied and cramped , " wishing it were over , " were they mourning ? Apart from his own family and some of the old Generals , how can any sane man pretend that there was weeping and wailing , or even silent reverence on this occasion ? I have said before , that the idea of paying homage to te Duke ' s corpse was not less absurd than that of paying homage to his departed spirit and if it be not as homage to him that this show was got up : if it was got up to prove how much we honoured him , how much we loved him , and how much we regretted him , I do think the whole business , from the beginning to the end , was a pitiable spectacle . And as I passed Apsley House yesterday , and noted those iron blinds the Duke liad put up in memory of the outrages of that nation now mo . urning—outrages committed because he was a true man , and stuck to his opinion like a true man—I could not help reverting to the pomp , and noise , and foolish enthusiasm which have been contrived to do him honour , now his truth can avail him no more . And yet , oh I respectable Jones , who think these things are " good for trade , " does it not strike you , that there has been an awful waste of money—not to allude to waste of life—in . this said show ; and that something more memorable might have been done with that money ? Some hospital for sick soldiers , for instance . Don't you think , Jones , that purely as a matter of trade this show has been a flam , no less than as a matter of sentiment ? If you do not , I do ; and that is wiry I stayed away . Vivian .
India And Waterloo. Wl? Lave Looked With...
INDIA AND WATERLOO . Wl ? Lave looked with boyish eyes on the panorama of "Waterloo . Long years ago it was rolled up and put away , as other records are , till something happens to revive the story , our old interest awakes , and the scroll iff drawn forth once again , and opened and set before the eyes of men . Some of those who were brought together last Monday , by the re-opening of Mr . Burford ' s panorama , were drawn by personal ties with the hero , or the events to which he belonged ; and these lingered in earnest talk before the picture , till the darkness had almost closed over it . To us it seems by far the best of the artist ' s works—the most surprising ,
and the most retentive of surprise . The moment is that when , our Guards having begun to charge the Imperial columns , Wellington gives the word for the whole army to advance—a word long and anxiously waited for . The point of view is from a platform in the rear of La Haye Sainto , oloeo by tlxo npot . wlionoc the Duke directed the operations during most of the day . There is some condensation of time , if not . also of space , with , respect at least to the main positions . Looking from tho Duke , and over the farm buildings , we see the brave Scots Greys in tko thick of their work . Moving round by the left , we are met by the lirsfc Dragoon Guards in full career . These are immediately followed by the
Twenty-third Light Dragoons and the German Legion . This vast array of man and horse , and the charge of Foot Guards , particularly of Martland's Brigade , form the most prominent ai > d exciting parts of the whole picture . The feats of Shaw , Godley , Johnson , and other heroes of the ranks , make very popular bits . That is Private Godley , the old fellow on foot , arid without his helmet . You see he is a very superior looking man ; indeed he is called by his comrades " the Marquis of Granby . 1 crimps it is that fine , well rounded and highly polished head of his , or perhaps a him the Iook
trifle more than the regulation amount of fat , which gives of a great general . Ho is attacking a mounted cuirassier for the purpose of capturing his horse , which ho aucceeds in doing amid the cheers of tuo JCiigliBh regiment . The Blues are seen charging Cuirassiers on the ucnappo road , aud there , where the smoke is clearing off , is Belle AJliancc . ]} onaparte ' s two po . sitioriB may he easily found b y reference to the cimiu The Duke never caught Bight of him the whole day , nor even kntw whereabout , he wa < . " 1 never Haw him in all my life , " said the I ^ k-WliereaoOUl , HO wa ¦ . I never Wi . iw mm m tin any Jin ; , ~ - - n
We advise all who go to thin exhibition to givo themselves plenty time . It is not to be seen in a hurry , and though wo stayed there nea j two hours , wo Khali , if possible , go there again . _ The diorama , of 11 indostan was noticed by us when it first oponeu su ^ moiiMiH ago . II , had a good run , was closed for a short tune , ««• . » comes out afresh , having apparently boon cleaned and retouched in ¦ interval . It , was painted by Philip Phillips , Louis llaghe , and W- A from sketches by Colonel Luard and others ; and , as our first notice . i ^ milled , it in one " of the best and moat evenly linished performance * oi kind in London . . . „ of Wo hesilato about having a laugh with the reader over a III tie P' <¦ _ ) ll
^ .., ...,,. .,.. < ; . >( , * , !¦ . ¦• luimiu nu «¦/> L >(' l , t . \ n < i G ) i . llerv . . Hut as tlie ] nonsense put into our hands as we . left the Gallery . . nut » w )( ' » - , j ,, lH tually did appear in the columns of the Mornimj Herald , and a « •< been ' reprinted for gratuitouH distribution among visitors , tnero <; a » ^ he any harm in making a lew extracts . Let us , however , () I ) : M (> 1 ; ' . , we «; un believe it possible lor Uio writer to have been not only ill » . . ^ lint quite persuaded of " carrying the public with bun . bl , , , o jJ ,, t incline difference of feeling with which two persons may Km > i * ' ^ j , things beHide moving pictures . May wo never ollend l , n «
which makes tin ; difference I— ^ ^ "in the train of William of Nonimndy , on his arrival on tlio «• IloMJ j ^ tiM country , a . i > . J . OGO , ciiiuo Fulbert J . 'Arclier , otlienviHe enrolled ns Hiiirittariua . "
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Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 20, 1852, page 22, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_20111852/page/22/
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