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the belief that you were a Skoldman, and a vixen."| Vengeance hath nerved each valiant hand; vengeance hath
fired each eyeThe three, with Monsieur Flavel, the valet, following at a modest distance, and bearing the Now the soldiers of the standard-starred, rush like a whirl
wind byrapiers, returned to the house.
Cheer rose on cheer !--the foe is turned-the glorious field I do not delay farther amongst the details of is wonthis opening stage of the career of the Norwe- On their ramparts, let the Freeman's flag float 'neath the
setting sun. gian adventurer. A few days later, burthened with wise counsel from the Swedish senator-a good representative of the grave, honourable, Why doth the voice, whose cheering tone but now rolled and hospitable men of Gothland—and ennobled
clear and high, by such aspirations as belong to love and youth, When bold hearts quailed and courage failed, join not in Merlin Brand was upon the Baltic, and passing victory ? with swift sails for the haven of Riga.
Why 'mid the Chieftains gathering fast yon glittering
standard 'round, Is not the noblest chief of all, the dauntless Hero found ?
Alas! a dark shade veils his eye, and the death-damp chills
his browThe arm of might is prone in dust and the proud lip silent
The fire is quenched—the last spark fed—“ life's fitful
And the warrior-spirit passed from earth to seek the sha. On the Death of Col. Pierce M. Butler, of the dowy shore. Palmetto Regiment, who fell in the Battle of Churubusco, August 20th, 1847.
His gallant sword is firmly grasped : hold ! let it linger
thereRESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO HIS DAUGHTERS.
The spotless blade that BUTLER bore, another must not
bear"He has been mourned as brave men mourn the brave, He kept his honor like the steel--the bright steel by his And wept as nations weep their hallowed dead
side, With bitter, but proud tears."- Halleck.
And only clasped the treasure close-still closer when he
• The darkening air was dense and dun with hot sulphureous What! weep ye comrades o'er his corse ?-stern men of
iron mould ? And thro' its deep and dusky veil, no brightening beam bad Weep on! the heart thal slumbers here, for the first time is broke,
cold ! Save when at intervals a flash, like to a meteor-star, And we have seen him shed like us-the good chief and Sbot o'er the sombre face of Heaven a blood-red light afar. the brave
Warm tears of sympathy above the huniblest soldier's There floated from the plain of death, the sad sigh of the
grave. breeze, It liggered 'mid the drooping flowers-it mourned among the trees
Wecp on !-how pure from sorrow's fount the tears of And with it there was borne a cry of wild Jespair and
The soul must give one parting sigh-must breathe one A wailof warriors in their wrath-a requiem o'er the dead.
last farewellYet there are those who when they bend beside the moul
dering bier, Then suddenly o'er earth and sky, did a deep calmness will own, oh! bitterer grief than ours—the wild grief of
despair. A silence that the soul might feel, hung heavy, like a pall, — And the shouts and shrieks of fiercest strife in echoing
murmurs sank, While a cold, electric shudder ran from bristling rank to cover the pale face of the dead : ere long the flowers will rank
bloom, And scatter o'er his honored grave their glory and perfume:
Ere long they too will withering lie, like the cold dust A moment more !-a moment more !-ard the loud war-peal
But round his name the flowers of fame will form a fadeless As if a bandied clarions rang defiance lo the foes
wreath. Bear back! bear back! oh, Mexic host! St. Mary do not
P. H. H. The shock! the rage!-the o'erwhelming power of that tomultuous tide.
Charleston, April, 1849.
BY EDGAR A. POE.
Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, MARGINALIA.
that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least the perfection of respectability" in good earnest. On the other hand, accuse an bonora
ble man, too pertinaciously, of being a villain, Pure Diabolism is but Absolute Insanity. Lu- and you fill him with a perverse ambition to show cifer was merely unfortunate in having been cre- you that you are not altogether in the wrong. ated without brains.
With how unaccountable an obstinacy even When a man of genius speaks of " the diffi- our best writers persist in talking about "moral cult” he means, simply, “ the impossible."
courage—"as if there could be any courage that
was not moral. The adjective is improperly We, of the nineteenth century, need some applied to the subject instead of the object. The worker of miracles for our regeneration; but so energy which overcomes fear-whether fear of degraded have we become that the only prophet,
evil threatening the person or threatening the or preacher, who could render us much service, impersonal circumstances amid which we existwould be the St. Francis who converted the is, of course, simply a mental energy—is, of beasts.
course, simply “moral.” But, in speaking of
“moral courage" we imply the existence of physiThe nose of a mob is its imagination. By
cal. Quite as reasonable an expression would
be that of “bodily thought" or of “muscular this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
imagination." Samuel Butler, of Hudibrastic memory, must have had a prophetic eye to the American Con
In looking at the world as it is, we shall find gress when he defined rabble
it folly to deny that, to worldly success, a surer
- A congregation or assembly of the States-General— path is Villiany than Virtue. What the Seripevery one being of a several judgment concerning tures mean by the " leaven of unrighteousness” is whatever business be under consideration”....
that leaven by which men rise. • They meet only to quarrel,” he adds, “and then return home full of satisfaction and narra
I have now before me a book in which the
most noticeable thing is the pertinacity with tive."
which “Monarch” and “King” are printed with
a capital M and a capital K. The author, it The Romans worshipped their standards; and the Roman standard happened to be an eagle. will employ a small g in future, I presume, wher
seems, has been lately presented at Court. He Our standard is only one-tenth of an Eagle-a
ever he is so unlucky as to have to speak of his Dollar—but we make all even by adoring it with
God. ten-fold devotion. " He that is born to be a man,” says
“A little learning,” in the sense intended bis Wieland
the in his “ Peregrinus Proteus,” “neither should nor
poet, is, beyond all question, "a dangerous can be anything nobler, greater, or better than a we call “knowledge of the world,” it is only a
thing:”—but, in regard to that learning which man.” The fact is, that in efforts to soar above little that is not dangerous. To be thoroughly our nature, we invariably fall below it. Your
conversant with Man's heart, is to take our fiual reformist demigods are merely devils turned in- lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despair. side out.
Not only do I think it paradoxical to speak of It is only the philosophical lynxeye that, a man of genius as personally ignoble, but I conthrough the indignity-mist of Man's life, can still fidently maintain that the highest genius is bat discern the dignity of Man.
the loftiest moral nobility.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a The phrase of which our poets, and more esfuture existence, we shall look upon what we pecially our orators, are so fond—the phrase think our present existence, as a dream. “music of the spheres”-has arisen simply from
a misconception of the Platonic word perszetIn drawing a line of distinction between a which, with the Athenians, included not merely people and a mob, we shall find that a people the harmonies of tune and time, but proportion gesaroused to action are a mob; and that a mob, erally. In recommending the study of " masie" trying to think, subside into a people.
as “the best education for the soul,” Plato re
ferred to the cultivation of the Taste, in contra-1" Mortuus est Dei filius ; credibile est quia inepdistinction from that of the Pure Reason. By tum-et sepultus resurrexit ; certum est quia imthe “music of the spheres” is meant the agree- possibile." ments—the adaptations—in a word, the proportious—developed in the astronomical laws. He I have great faith in fools :-self-confidenco had no allusion to music in our understanding of my friends will call it :the term. The word " mosaic,” which we derive from poroun, refers, in like manner, to the propor
Si demain, oubliant d'éclore,
Le jour manquait, eh bien ! demain tion, or harmony of color, observed-or which
Quelque fou trouverait encore should be observed—in the department of Art so
Un flambeau pour le genre humain. so entitled.
By the way, what with the new electric light and A pumpkin has more angles than C, and is other matters, De Béranger's idea is not so very altogether a cleverer thing. He is remarkable at extravagant. one point only-at that of being remarkable for nothing.
I have sometimes amused myself by endeavor
ing to fancy what would be the fate of any indiNot long ago, to call a man " a great wiz- vidual gifted, or rather accursed, with an intelzard,” was to invoke for him fire and faggot; lect very far superior to that of his race. Of but now, when we wish to run our protégé for President, we just dub him " a little magician.” nor could he (if otherwise constituted as man is)
course, he would be conscious of his superiority; The fact is, that
, on account of the curious mod- help manifesting his consciousness. Thus he ern bouleversement of old opinion, one cannot be would make himself enemies at all points. And too cautious of the grounds on which he lauds a since his opinions and speculations would widely friend or vituperates a foe.
differ from those of all mankind-that he would It is laughable to observe how easily any sys
be considered a madman, is evident. How hortem of Philosophy can be proved false :--but ribly painful such a condition! Hell could invent then is it not mournful to perceive the impossi
no greater torture than that of being charged bility of even fancying any particular system to
with abnormal weakness on account of being be true ?
In like manner, nothing can be clearer than Were I called on to define, very briefly, the that a very generous spirit-truly feeling what term “ Art," I should call it " the reproduction of all merely profess-must inevitably find itself what the Senses perceive in Nature through the misconceived in every direction-its motives veil of the soul.” The mere imitation, however misinterpreted. Just as extremeness of intelliaccurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man gence would be thought fatuity, so excess of to the sacred name of “ Artist.” Denner was chivalry could not fail of being looked upon as no artist. The grapes of Zeuxis were inartis- meanness in its last degree :-and so on with tie-unless in a bird's-eye view; and not even
other virtues. This subject is a painful one inthe curtain of Parrhasiús could conceal his defi- deed. That individuals have so soared above ciency in point of genius. I have mentioned the plane of their race, is scarcely to be ques" the veil of the soul.” Something of the kind tioned; but, in looking back through history for appears indispensable in Art. We can, at any
traces of their existence, we should pass over all time, double the true beauty of an actual land- biographies of "the good and the great,” while scape by half closing our eyes as we look at it. we search carefully the slight records of wretches The naked Senses sometimes see too little but who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the galthen always they see too much.
A clever French writer of " Memoirs" is quite My friend, can never commence what he right in saying that if the Universities had been fancies a poem, (he is a fanciful man, after all) willing to permit it, the disgusting old debauché without first elaborately “invoking the Muses." of Teos , with bis eternal Batyllis
, would long Like so many she-dogs of John of Nivelles, howago have been buried in the darkness of oblivion." lever, the more he invokes them, the more they
decline obeying the invocation. * Philosophy," says Hegel, " is utterly useless and fruitless, and, for this very reason, is the sub- The German“ Schwarmerei"-not exactly limest of all pursuits, the most deserving atten- " humbug,” but “sky-rocketing" —seems to be the tion, and the most worthy of our zeal." This only term by which we can conveniently desigjargon was suggested, no doubt, by Tertullian's nate that peculiar style of criticism which has
lately come into fashion, through the influence of “ Bim! Bom," in such case, would be a marvelcertain members of the Fabian family-people lous "echo of sound to sense.” who live (upon beans) about Boston.
Paulus Jovius. living in those benighted times “This is right," says Epicurus, "precisely be when diamond-pointed styluses were as yet uncause the people are displeased with it." known, thought proper, nevertheless, to speak of
“Il y a à parier,” says Chamfort--one of the his goosequill as “ aliquando ferreus, aureus aliKamkars of Mirabeau—“que toute idée publiquequando"—intending, of course, a mere figure of toute convention reçue-est une sottise; car elle speech; and from the class of modern authors a convenue au plus grand nombre."
who use really nothing to write with but steel “Si proficere cupis,” says the great African and gold, some, no doubt, will let their pens, bishop, “primo id verum puta quod sana mens vice versá, descend to posterity under the desigomnium hominum atlestatur."
nation of “anserine"-of course, intending alNow,
ways a mere figure of speech. " Who shall decide where Doctors disagree ?" To me, it appears that, in all ages, the most preposterous falsities have been received as truths by at least the mens omnium hominum. As for
ELD. the sana mens-how are we ever to determine what that is ?
In a mist-enshrouded valley
Rolls a river deep and wide, There are moments when, even to the sober Bearing many a freighted vessel eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity
Swiftly on its rushing tide ;
From a darksome cave it cometh, must assume the aspect of Hell; but the Imagi
Rolling on in haughty might, nation of Man is no Carathis, to explore with
Down unto a shoreless ocean impunity its every cavern. Alas! the grim le
Silent as the reign of night. gion of sepulchral terrors cannot be regarded as altogether fanciful; but, like the Demons in
Where the waters, slow receding,
Long have left the lifeless strand, whose company Afrasiab made his voyage down
Fearful in its solemn stillness the Oxus, they must sleep, or they will devour
Doth a boary castle stand: us—they must be suffered to slumber, or we Darkly rise the ruined towers, perish.
Whence all sign of life hath fled
Ghostly seem the vacant windows, What can be more soothing, at once to a man's
Like the cold eyes of the dead. Pride and to his Conscience, than the conviction Heavily the brooding shadows that, in taking vengeance on his enemies for in
O'er the trembling wave are castjustice done him, he has simply to do them justice
O'er the threshold stone, for ages in return ?
Living foot haih never passed;
Ever at the gate appearsTalking of puns :—“Why do they not give us Drooping is his spectral figure quail for dinner, as usual ?" demanded Count
With the weight of countless years. Fessis, the other day, of H-, the classicist and
Not a word the warder speakethsportsman.
Points one shadowy band within; “Because at this season,” replied H-, who Forward eagerly declining, was dozing, "qualis sopor fessis." (Quail is so
Listeth to the river's din; poor, Fessis.)
Mingling with that wild commotion
Steadily his pulses chime;
Who upon that rushing river An infinity of error makes its way into our
Heeds the throbbing pulse of Time ? Philosophy, through Man's habit of considering himself a citizen of a world solely—of an individ
Ever through the open portal ual planet-instead of at least occasionally con
Pale and shadowy forms appear, templating his position as cosmopolite proper
Some with proud and baughty bearing,
Some with mein of guilt and fear: as a denizen of the universe.
Warriors clad in rusted armor,
Queenly ladies, bright and fair; The Carlyle-ists should adopt, as a motto, the
Some with bosoms bare and gory, inscription on the old bell from whose metal was
Some with pale hands clasped in prayer. cast the Great Tom, of Oxford :-" In Thoma
In a dim and wan procession laude rosono · Bim! Bom!' sine fraude :"-and
Slowly pass the phantoms by,
Each as into distance gazing
We had begun to fear that this opera, so long With a fixed and glassy eye;
promised, so long deferred, so much desired, There is heard no clang of armor
would never make its appearance. Meyerbeer As the stony pave they treadNot a word and not a whisper,
has been ten years elaborating it. Such persistFrom the pale lips of the dead.
ing application of Horace's rule is rare in these
days of hot haste, when the grand contention There within a spacious chamber In the spectral light, alone,
seems to be who can produce, à la Alexandre Sitteth one of aspect hoary
Dumas, the greatest number of volumes per
Corrigere, et longi ferre laboris onus.
The great composer was determined to sus-
tain the reputation of the author of “Robert le Gallant knights and beauteous ladies
Diable" and the “
Huguenots.” By admission of
all he has done so. There within those gorgeous chambers,
His last work is worthy of Princely pageants brightly shone ;
its predecessors, and will increase the fame of There amid those silent dungeons,
Meyerbeer. The poet composer carries us back Many a guilty deed was done.
three hundred years. John of Leyden, the faThere was seen the gleam of jewels,
natic prophet of the early Anabaptists, is the There was heard the trumpet's clang;
hero of the poem. His rise and fall, the capture Mingled with the sounds of wailing
of Munster, and the chief events which signalRichest strains of triumph rang.
ized the ephemeral kingdom of New Zion which Now those haughty lones are silent,
he established there, are graphically pourtrayed Now those radiant forms are fledNow those halls are haunted only
in the music of Meyerbeer, and the words of By the pale and silent dead.
Scribe. The music of this composer is charac
Sosan. terized by a grandeur and an elevation which peRickmond.
culiarly fit it for the expression of deep and stormy passion.
Rossini, with the pure and luminous melody of the Italian school, of which he is so
great a master, could not have produced, with FROM OUR PARIS CORRESPONDENT.
even greater labor, so effective an opera upon
this subject. But Rossini would not have chosen PARIS, April, 1849.
that subject. The Prophet is German, entirely
German-author, subject, style. It has been The great event of the month with us has been, brought out upon the boards of the French Opera without dispute, the production of Meyerbeer's in Paris with unequalled magnificence. The adрек орега. . Coming elections and instant Chol- ministration has surpassed all preceding efforts. era, the struggles of internal factions, the rise Sun-rise never, save by Nature herself in the and fall of the Italian republics, and even the glorious eastern sky, has been presented to the agony of the Austrian Empire have been for a eye in so magical, so startling a reality! The effew days forgotten.
fect is produced by the aid of electrical light em* Have you heard The Prophet?” is the first ployed in this way here for the first time. This, question upon the meeting of friends upon the with the interior of the Cathedral of Munster, boulevards or the Champs Elysées.
and the awful conflagration which closes the repFrom every group in all the saloons and cafés, resentation, show that Meyerbeer is not the only the exclamations C'est magnifique ! quelle belle master whose powers have been tasked to insure decoration ! quel luxe d'harmonie ! C'est etonnant ! this greatest operatic success, which has been are sure to apprise you that The Prophet is the known for many years. The stage decorations, cheme.
the landscapes, the costumes being all of rigorAnd learned and wearisome have been all the ous truthfulness, belonging to the age, the counfeuilletons in all the journals in their criticisms try, and the people represented, leave upon the upon The Prophet.
mind of the spectator, after leaving the theatre, In the midst of all this it is not surprising that the impression of having spent the evening lishey who have not heard it, should vote The tening to delightful music, in the country of HolProphet to be a great bore. They go to the bein and Albert Durer.
pera and forth with join the cry—C'est charmant! Meyerbeer, if report be true, has applied for C'est magnifique !
naturalization as a French citizen, with the in