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JuiLY 29, 1854.] TIE LIADEI.. 715
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ELEGANT EXTRACTS FROM MODERN MUSES. Whim...
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Catholic Union. Catjwlic Union: Essays T...
tliusiuain , —toioverthrow . slavery , to extinguish drunkenness , to find for women new occ upations , a » d open , to them every kind of education ; to improve the treatment of criminals , to find / new parents for orphans , to instruct the deaf and dumb , and other helpless persons . But the ecclesiastical 'Organs , I believe , give no aid to any of those objects 3 some they actively oppose ; others they quietly dfeconrage ; the rest they ignore . Thus Protestant churches , in their freest development , show that they aro not disposed to accept as theirs the moral "work , of the day . II less eaoumbered with ceremonies than that of Rome , yet they are effectually encumbered hy theology , so as not to come into full contact with the daily realities of life . " It is scarcely possible , in the limits of an article , to enter upon the second part of Mr . Newman ' s book , the " problem of reconstruction . He is
hopeful that the day is not far distant , -when a really Catholic Church , " tlie Church of the Future , " may arise . The seed has been already sown : * ' Huraaaist Churches , " says Mr . Newman , " are already formed in England , Italy , Germany , and America . " We must refer the reader to the volume itself , for the excellent practical suggestions upon the internal government and conduct of such a Church as is here described , the principles on which it should be . based , and the reforms at winch it should aim . Many of ihe hopes and aspirations contained in these pages will doubtless be styled Utopian , by reformers less sanguine 01 less earnest . Our last extract shall be one which , bears on this subject ; it well deserves to be kept in our minds and hearts .
" To have an ideal for which we live and die , is a . first pre-retraisite for a life which deserves to . % e called human . If we had none , we should be mere creatures of desire , carried away bydt ^ as inanimate bodies by attraction or beasts by their momentary inclinations the powers of the Will would be unexercised , and there would be no moral persistency . According as the ideal is worthy or unworthy , the life is beneficial or pernicious ; but in either case it is human , and it is unselfish . Our highest ideal is ( whether we know it or not ) a < Sod to us ; and if we devote ourselves to it , we are practical Theists , whatever our creed . He who worships no ideal at all , but lives for self , is the real atheist . "
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Elegant Extracts From Modern Muses. Whim...
ELEGANT EXTRACTS FROM MODERN MUSES . Whims we have been , giving our aiterrtion , for some little time past ,, to the ftrose-writers of the season exclusively , the poets have been quietly accumuating oa our table until we find seven volumes of verse , by seven different rhymers , mutely appealing to us to be examined and reported on . Some days since we endeavoured to prepare ourselves for the performance of this duty by looking through' our new collection of poeins in a general way ; proposing to pay particular attention , afterwards , to each poet in turn . This latter design , however , we have found ourselves entirely unequal to execute—owing principally , as -we are disposed to imagine , to the present heat of the weather . Every attempt we have made to read anyone of our seven poets carefully and conscientiously , with a view to the production of a fit critical estimate of their works , has resulted ( we blush to confess } in the production of nothing but perspiration . We have tried reading in our shirt sleeves , reading in . a draught , and reading in a recumbent position without
neckcloth and slippers . ; and have , in every instance , only got the hotter for our pains . In this lamentable emergency , what is to t > e'done ? It would , on the one hand , be the heighth of injustice not to notice our seven poets because we have "been unable to read their verses with proper attention ; and it would , on the other , be perfectly monstrous to venture upon giving an opinion on works the merits of which we have foxind ourselves to be incapable of testing . There seems to be but one fair and satisfactory way of escaping out of the difficulty ; and that is , to let the poets speak for themselves , -without any comment whatever oa our part . We will , therefore , with the reader ' s permission , give specimens of each gentleman ' s Muse in tuirn 5 merely premising that our only princi p le of selection is to pick out the shoiteat examples we light on , in the first instance ; and to choose those passages—wherever we can—• which have I he advantage of being complete in themselves . Let us open the list at onco with a specimen of stk . patrick scott's muse . * " Beauty . " Mother of many children , born in heaven , And denizen'd -with man , divincst end Of labouring reason t uuto theo ' tis given , Beauty , thou sun inner worlds , to lend A . radicnt shadow of thysel f , and shed , A glory upon earth from thy God-crowned bond ! Man works by modos , and these may not atUiin A part in thco , and oft the fainting force And the dimin'd vision niai'k liia upward course To thy fur temple j ho but moves between The darkness of ins toil , mid tho fair scene Which thou doat open on him , aa the crown Of liia endurance : sorrow , too , and sin , Aro moulds to shape his spirit , tlio tirat frown Heralding Nature ' s smile ; his infant soul Is perfected through media , and within Its chambers dwells tho educating light , Till earth ' s fore-spent necessities shall roll TJjeir curtaining oloadauwi \ y imd Beauty Hood tho sight . " MB . HBNUT NUa ? COM » EOXGJ * HAM ' 8 MVaK . f To II . P . L . * ' Tho loyal henrfc is lightest Whoa just diaoiUlwUlcd ironi'fears , Tho auiiloof loyo it ) brightest , When it is dimmed by tours : " Tho snow-drop gliUcru pmosb Whoa but lied in early tlovv , Friendship is over mirest When tun . ro have proved it true . " Then , dearest , lot no sorrow On bittur rnomorio . i dwuil , Tho proiniucof tl » o morrow Hath a gladder , Jiolior opcll . u And lovo'tt U « on oyo-ghinc * rcadoth U'lmL tulieinan uriglit , For litLlo ukill thoro uuoJoth , ^ Whon lioartu with hotwts unite . " I i / O f \ Chill { r ?!*; , S 7 F «» w « k SooU . ( Longman . ) ( WWaSkn ?? " *" ' *" ' < m < i utJl < iV JPjmH * - *** ****** NuU-ombo Oxeahum , M . A . |
MR . JAMES n . UOEROCK 3 3 MUSK . * " To a Lady reading Btkon . " Those pages thon dost gaze upon , Replete with thoughts divine , Oh ! would that they for me had won A 6 ingle thought of thine . " I fancied as I sat by thee That thou didst share the pain And pleasure that pervaded me , And scarcely could refrain u From softly breathing in thine ear Those feelings long repressed ; I deemed that in thine eyes the tear Some sympathy expressed . " Oh ! tell me it deceived me not , And that thou , too , canst feel , And that I may unburden what . I can no more conceal . - " If I have erred , O pardon me ! But since , alas ! we ' ve met , All that I now can ask of thee Is , ' Bid me not forget !'" MH . WARWICK . BEECIIVOOD ' s MUSE . f " Presence akl > Absesce . ii There is a time when bliss o ' erpowers The heart which with its weight must stoop , Like Spring-time ' s early-opened flowers Whose dew-drenched buds with sweetness droop : Hast felt it . Love ? Ah ! thus should I Joy now , if tlipti wert only nigh . u There is-a moment when th « mind , ' Wearied of life , would snap the chain That binds to earth , and longs to find Death's solace for its grief and pain : Thus now I writhe ; my heart thus sear : Where art thou , Love ? Alas , not here !" ( MR . ?) ROTHEB S MUSE . J w If tlioo wilt of my way become the fellow ^ Heed not the war of critic hosts so Punic , But listen to my songs as to a mellow-Voiced bird among tlie bushes . 'Tis a Kunic s Lay , of the northern Gothic islands keeping A little use ; and robed in bardic . tunic , Beneath a canopy in kingly keeping , Darkling I sing it on the gold-topped , hills , O'er ¦ which all night the sun ' s fresh light is peeping . Yet oft , like tidal streams , the measure fills With heavy sorrow , felt as 'twere my own , And drops into th , e dark of human ills . I sing of things which I have se « n and known , . From fiction borrowing only what the art Of verse requires ; from human life , as shown , Daily to all , it is my single part To note whatever claims my just regard , And scenes beloved to map on memory ' s chart . If any marvel how these things I lieard ,- ^ - I gather'd them , like passion-flowers , in youth ; Then little thinking that a vulgar bard I one day should become , who , touched with ruth , Should weep as never , for a weak relief , One weeps in telling of a white untruth . " Bin . s . n . bradbury ' s m . usk . § * ' I walked with tiee one wealthy summer ' s night , In grove bedecked with flowers ; Onr cheeks omba . th & d in the moon ' s pale light , Falling in beamy showers . There was a luxury in thy silken hair , When rippling o ' er thy check . In radiant waves ; thine eyes threw light so fair , I felt too great to speak . " My soul dancod high iu bliss—a splendid swoon—A' brilliant rapture swept High lip my heart , clear as the silent moon , And stars tbeir splendours wept . I heard the beatings of thy heart , aud folt ; Cold dew drops chilled thjr breast ; ' >' And saw tho distant hills of white clouds melt Far down tho stnr-paved west . ¦ " Tho azure gulf of Heaven was filled with stars , Tho glittering fruit of God ; Tho mollowod intoonbenms fell like golden bars , Gilding eartli ' tJ dow-bathed sod . 1 eaw thy lnnguaged eyes voro ripo with charms , A summer-burst of love ; And close inspliarod in thy pale round aims , I dreamod I uhono above . ' MU . JOSEPH JUKSCU-AND ' S MUSE . || , " Lot God bo praised for all ilia waya . But most for having made the ladies ; Ho servos ua « 11 both groat and small , But most in having tsent us ladies . " There ' s nothing in tho world so sweet . There ' s nothing such a treat as ladies ; Tho joys of heaven cannot compoto , With those we find in leader ladies . " Whatevor pttin our fate inivy bring , Whilo nopumtod from tho luuiou , We'll limey ovory punjj •« wing , That hu ] pD us on towtu-dd tho Indies . ? Zcno , a Talo th < i ICalUtn ) V « r , and other I'oem * . Ity J' «»« a ^ - Horroohs . ( JqUh Chapmitn . ) t The Fricnda , and other Pooms . hy Warwick I » ei < oliwood . ( Longmnn . ) t Haymaker * Historic . Twelve Cimtoa in Tarca Main . » * ««» » or . («« orge Boll . ) jet & nor , and AJiscelluwom Lyrica . Hy & «• Bradbury , " (^ uallon . ( blmpkin « a < l MjU' » 1 ) u 11 . ) , „ ¦ o- r > i i > t > || Trophcly : or , a Cycle iu the World ' s Destiny . A Fwm tn Su » Books . By Joaopli j-ioucluud . ( bttumlwa tuid Otley . )
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Leader (1850-1860), July 29, 1854, page 19, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_29071854/page/19/
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