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MA*M<rl*&l THE LEADER. #21
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MY PLAYMATES. I aNCB had a sister, O fai...
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Comte's Positive Philosophy. By G. H. Le...
d these evils , natural pIiiiosQphers ought themselves to be familiar with aV niuch mathematics as to be enabled to apply them to physics , instead Cleaving tbe appHcation tosimple mathematicians , destitute of true physical A conite- —whom I hayebeen following almost verbally ^—adds , that the ervices renderedby Majtheniatics to Physics have been immense . They have givan to Physics that admirable precision and perfect co-ordination hich always Characterize , their employment . But still , he remarks , they
are less app licable to Physics than to Astronomy . In the former , we have , a or ; less ? to overlook the essential conditions of the problem , and in so far to alt ^ r the actual natiire of the phenomena , in order to permit the use of analysis ; whilejfco ensure correctness and yftality in physical studies , it $ necessary to have recourse both to experiment and analysis , checking and aiding the latter by the former , without subordinating the one to the other . It will be unnecessary for me , with so much material lying still before
me > to enter into the reasons assigned by Comte for the position he gives to Physics in the hierarchy of Science . . From what has already been said in previous papers , the reader may easily appreciate them . In my next , I w j ] l follow him iftto the mojce interesting discussion of the direct action Of Physics upon the ensemble of our intellectual system . *
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Ma*M<Rl*&L The Leader. #21
MA * M < rl *& l THE LEADER . # 21
My Playmates. I Ancb Had A Sister, O Fai...
MY PLAYMATES . I aNCB had a sister , O fair ' mid the fair 1 With a face that looked out from its soft golden hair , Like a lily some tall stately angel may hold , . % Half revealed ^ half ^ concealed in a mist of pure gold . I once had a brother , more dear than the day , With a temper as sweet as the blossoms in May j With dark hair like a cloudy and a face like a rose , The red child ofthe wild ! when tbe summer-wind blows . We Uyed in a cottage thi ^ t stood in a dell ; Were we born there or brought there I never could tell . Were we nursed by the angels or clothed by the fays , Or , who led when we fled down the deep sylvan ways , ? Mid treasures of gold and of silver ? When we rose in the morning we ever said * Hark 1 " We shall hear , if we list , the first word of the lark ; And we stood with our faces , calm , silent , and bright , While the breeze in the trees held his breath with delight , O . the stream ran with music , the leaves dript with dew , And we looked up and saw the great God in the blue ; And we praised him and blessed him , but said not a word , For we soar'd , we ador * d , with that magical bird . Then with hand linked in hand , how we laughed , how we sung 1 How we danced in a ring , when the morning was young ! How we wandered where kingcups were crusted with gold ! Or moreTwhite than the light glittered daisies untold , Those treasures of gold and of silver . O well I remember the flowers that we found , With the red and white blossoms that damasked the ground ; And the long lane of light , that , half yellow , half green , Seem'd to fade down the glade where the young fairy queen Would sit with her fairies around her and sing , . While we listened , all ear , to that song of the spring . O well I remember the lights in the west , And , the spire , where the fire of the sun seemed to rest , When the earth , crimson-shadow'd , laughed out in the air , — Ah ! I'll never believe but the fairies were there ; Such a feeling of loving and longing was ours , And we saw , with glad awe , little bands in tbe flowers , Drop treasures of gold and of silver . O weep ye and wail ! for that sister , alas ! And that fair gentle brother lie low in the grass y Perchance the red robins may strew them with leaves , That each morn , for white corn , would come down from the eaves i Perchance of their dust the young violet * are made , That bloom by the church that is hid in the glade ; But one day I shall learn , if I pass where they grow , Far more sweet they will greet their old playmate I know . Ah ! the cottage is gpne , and no longer I see The old glade , the old paths , and no lark sings for me ; But I still must believe that the fairies are there , That the light grows jnore bright , touched Iby finger * so fair , 'Mid treasures of gold and of silver . M .
I Have No Love, For Thee, Though Thou Ar...
I have no love , for thee , though thou art fair , O , act more nobly than to think of me j That which I feel for thee is most like prayer , I may not love , but I can worship thee !
CONFESSION . I dare not lov 0 thee , for I am not good , I rauBt not love thee , for I am too poor , Ge » tle and fair art thou , I plain and rude , ~ _ O Graceful ! he lees graceful , I implore .
Fairyland. When Violet Odours Fill The A...
FAIRYLAND . When violet odours fill the air , When May is pink in hedge and lea , Wild yearnings seize me unaware , And dim old longings wake in me——And I believe in Fairyland . When sunset fades along the v ? mi , In blue , and green , and lilac bowers , I hear the trumpets of the Blest Blown from those old forgotten towers—And I believe in Fairyland . When summer comes with bloom and le * f , And looks and laughs thro' wavering trees ; When crimson peach and golden sheaf Hang ripening in tbe sun and breeze-Then I believe in Fairyland . When kindness half would look like love , ^ In eyes that give , yet veil their light ; When song and fragrance float above , And casements open on the night- — Then I believe in Fairyland . M .
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Madame De La Grange. " Another Blaze Of ...
MADAME DE LA GRANGE . " Another blaze of triumph ! " How many more am I to witness , and , having witnessed , to condemn ? If my readers have a watchful memory , they will recal numerous examples of works and artists , whose appearances have been hailed with , intense columnar enthusiasm , with jubilant bravos and bouquets , ' ( so * ; . that the public might really believe in the " tr iumph , " ) to all of which I have been forced to oppose a cold negative , a decided protest , or , at the best , but lukewarm and qualified praise . Had not these blazes of triumph , been mere rushing rockets , followed by profound darkness ,---had not these works , and these artists , swiftly discriticism
appeared into obscurity or contempt , and so justified my , J should appear to have adopted the small and easy system of nil admirari , as easy , and less generous , than the other system of ^ discriminating eulogy . A more unpromising ddbUt than that of Madame De La Grange at Her Majesty ' s , on Saturday , I have not seen for some time . It was a " blaze of triumph ; " but I call upon the reader to watch the duration of thw fervour . The opera was Lucia . The debutante created such ** , " sensation " as genius alone could justify . I stand , therefore , in a minority ; but I am not the least concerned as to the result . As far as I understand acting-, Madame De IJa Grange is one of the worst actresses on the stage ; as far as I understand singing , she is the least agreeable pritha donna we have . The sentence is severe : let us await the verdict of a few weeks . Her
voice is worn , unsympathetic , and , in its high screams , painfully re sembles the sound of whistling through a key . As a set-off against this , let me add that her execution is often marvellous , especially in staccato passages , which she accomplished with a precision and delicacy that de * Berved the applause that saluted them . But , although to deny her great skill would be to deny evidence , I return to my position , that her singing is decidedly not agreeable , because unmusical ; for the delicacy and intensity of expression demanded by music , I can accept no substitute in the way oifioriture . Ferlotti was the Mnrico . Here is another " artist" whom I sternly refused to accept . Does any one accept him now P Gardoni was the J 3 dgardo , and , although hie physique unfits him for the part , he sang with agreeable expression , and , when not taxied beyond his powers , produced a real effect—a musical effect .
The new Spanish dancer , Pepita Oliva , produced no offoct . She appeared ; went through immense displays of crinoline and oastagnets $ smiled with determined provocation at the pit : but all to no purpose ; her dance ended , the curtain fell , without a sign of approbation or dislike ,. The other new dancer , Eogina Forld , made a decided impresajLon : « k © ia light , buoyant , graceful , and , with those ( they are counties *) who are ecstatic about French dancing , a thing onl y tolerable by md . when , the dancer is a Taglioni , a Carloita , or a Cento , Hegina Forle ; wjiIA be a favourite .
I Puritan!. Mario Was Not Dead, But Sloo...
I PURITAN ! . Mario was not dead , but slooping , Hi * yoico—^ -thn fc swoot find tender voico , so dolieato , so voluptuous , — -that voice which wo all thought had lost its bouquet , made itself felt the other night in Puritani with all its pristine boauty , and a crammed audience . rejoicod in the discovery . That was a " blazo of triumph "—that was tinging I Whon I look back through the crowded years , and road JPiyrita . ui . mIfirst heard it , some fifteen years ago , witb-Giiulia Grisi , Kubini , Twoafauvinv and Lablache in the plenitude of their glory , with fresh voices , on adoring public , and an orchestra that did not prevent their being hoard , it # wwm to me as if the day of opera was irrevocably gono , as if noror again could
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Leader (1850-1860), May 29, 1852, page 21, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_29051852/page/21/
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