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Francis, first Marquess of Hertford, K.G. ; Charles William Vane, present and third and by her (who died in 1770) he had two Marquess of Londonderry, and first Baron sons-Alexander, who died young, and i Stewart, and first Earl Vane, in the Peerage Robert, the second and late Marquess. of the United Kingdom. This nobleman, He married, secondly, in 1775, Frances, who was born on the 18th of May, 1778, was eldest daughter of Charles Pratt, first Earl bred in the army, and is, as has been stated of Camden, and sister to the present Mar- at the commencement of this memoir, a quess Camden, by whom he had issue- Lieutenant-General, and Colonel of the

1. Charles William, present and third Mar- 10th Regiment of Light Dragoons. During quess ;-2. Alexander John, died in 1800;- the late war, he distinguished himself in 3. Frances Anne, married, in 1799, Lord many actions. In the campaign of the Charles Fitzroy, second son of Augustus, third year 1814 he acted as military commisDuke of Grafton, and died in 1810;-4. Tho

sioner to the armies of the Allied Sovemas llenry, died in 1810;-5. Elizabeth Mary, reigns; and, for his conduct in that imdied in 1798;46. Caroline, born in 1781, mar

portant office, he was spoken of in the ried Thomas Wood, of Governevet, in the

despatches in high terms. For some time county of Brecon, Esq. ;—7. Georgiana, married George Canning, of Garvagh, created Baron

he held the post of Envoy Extraordinary Garvagh, died in 1814; - 8. Selina Sarah

to the King of Prussia ; and, more recently, Juliana, married, in 1815, David Kerr, of Por

he enjoyed the same high station at the tavo and Montalto, in the county of Down,

Court of Vienna. In addition to his pracEsq. ;-9. Matilda Charlotte, married in 1815, tical exertions in the military service of his Edward Michael, eldest son of the Hon. country, his Lordship is known as the Robert Ward, of Bangor Castle ;-10. Emily author of an able pamphlet, entitled, Jane, married, first, in 1814, John James, Suggestions for the Improvement of the Esq., only son of Sir Walter James, Bart., Force of the British Empire.”-On the who died in 1819; secondly, in 1821, Colonel general peace of 1814, he was created Sir Henry Hardinge, K.C.B., and M. P. for (July 1) Baron Stewart ; and, on the 28th Durham ;-11. Catherine Octavia, married, in 1813, Edward, second Lord Ellenborough, ham, in the Peerage of the United Kingdom.

of May, 1823, Earl Vane and Viscount Seadied in 1819.

These last-mentioned titles will descend The Marquess died on the 8th of April, 1821, and was succeeded by his eldest son,

to the issue male of his second marriage. Robert, second Marquess of London

His Lordship's first marriage was, on the derry, K.G., F.R.S., M.R.I.A., Governor of 4th of August, 1804, to Catherine, fourth Londonderry, &c.—Of this lamented noble- daughter of John, third Earl of Darnley, man, who for many years was one of Bri- hy whom (who died on the 11th of Fetain's most distinguished statesmen, it is bruary, 1812) he had issue- Frederick, unnecessary here to speak at length. He Viscount Castlereagh, born on the 7th of was appointed Lord of the Treasury, in July, 1805. Ireland, in 1797; Chief Secretary to the The Noble Marquess married, secondly, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, and a Privy as already stated, on the 3d of April, 1819, Councillor, in March, 1798; President of the Lady Frances Anne, only daughter and the Board of Commissioners for the Affairs sole heiress of the late Sir Henry Vane of India, and called to a seat in the Cabi- Tempest, Bart., by Anne Catherine, Counnet, in 1802; Principal Secretary of State tess of Antrim ; on which occasion he took for the War Department, in 1805, an office the surname and arms of Vane, in addition which he resigned in the month of Novem- to those of Stewart. By this lady, with ber 1806, but was re-appointed to it in whose family and descent we have now 1812. He married, on the 9th of January, rendered the readers of La Brlle AssEM1794, the lady Amelia Hobart, youngest BLEE acquainted, his Lordship has two sons daughter, and coheiress with her sister, of, and two daughters; George Henry RoJohn, second Earl of Buckinghamshire, but bert Charles Vane, born April 26, 1821 ; had no issue. His Lordship died at his Frances Anne Emily, born April 15, 1822; seat at North Cray, in Kent, on the 12th Alexandrina Octavia Maria, born July 29, of August, 1822, and was succeeded by his 1823; and Adolphus Frederick Charles' brother,

William Stewart, born July , 1825.



We closed our last paper somewhat The Crusader, and many others, are in abruptly, after various extracts from this respect equally effective. " The Forest Sanctuary.In fact, we had The first of Mrs. Hemans's productions found it impossible then to proceed with with which we are acquainted, are Tales our strictures on the character of Mrs. I and Historic Poems, published in the year Hemans's productions. In her delightful | 1819. Others, however, have emanated world of poesy, with all its grand, and | from her pen :—The Restoration of Works lovely, and ever-varying features, we seem- of Art io Italy ; - Modern Greece ;-Transed to behold, as in a mirror, the image of | lations from Canoens, and other Poets ;all things we had ever felt or fancied, | Wallace's Invocation to Bruce, &c. In 1820 loved or lamented, suffered or enjoyed. I she published The Sceptic, a poem, from And then, to leave such a world for the || which, as a brief specimen of style, inpurpose of analyzing, coldly analyzing, that volving a tribute to the memory of the which had stirred up our deeper thoughts || Princess Charlotte of Wales, we select the -the proudest, the purest, the fondest, the || following passage :saddest feelings of our nature-appeared to

And say, cold Sophist ! if by thee bereft be an effort as vain as that of dissecting a Of that high hope, to misery what were left? sun-beam, that sheds warmth and brightness But for the vision of the days to be,

But for the Comforter, despis'd by thee, on our path. There are, we are ready to

Should we not wither at the Chastener's look, admit, poems which, by gigantic powers of Should we not sink beneath our God's rebuke, mind, arouse more astonishment in the When o'er our heads the desolating blast,

Fraught with inscrutable decrees, hath passid, perusal; but this lay, this transcript of the And the stern power who seeks the noblest prey purest, the holiest heart, speaks to the soul

Hath called our fairest and our best away?

Should we not madden, when our eyes behold a language it knows, it loves, and replies to

All that we lov'd in marble stillness cold, from its inmost recesses ; for not a thought, No more responsive to our smile or sigh,

Fix'd-frozen-silent—all mortality? a feeling, a hope, a recollection is there

But for the promise, all shall yet be well, depicted, that is not, in beauty, in pathos, Would not the spirit in its pangs rebel,

Beneath such clouds as darken'd, when the hand or in power, familiar to us all. Even

Of wrath lay heavy on our prostrate land, now, we shrink from the thought of dis

And thou, just lent thy gladden'd isles to bless, turbing, by any affectation of criticism, the Then snatch'd from earth with all thy loveliness,

With all a nation's blessings on thy head, lovely impression which “ The Forest Sanc

O England's flower ! wert gather'd to the dead? tuary” has left upon our minds.

But thou didst teach us. Thou to every heart

Faith's lofty lesson didst thyself impart ! In the accompanying assemblage of minor

When fled the hope thro' all thy pangs which smila, poems, we could have wished to see, col. When thy young bosom, o'er thy lifeless child, lected from various sources, several special

Yearn'd with vain longing-still thy patient eye,

To its last light, beam'd holy constancy! favourites of the public--- Aymer's Tomb, Torn from a lot in cloudless sunshine cast, The Child's Last Sleep, Evening Prayer at

Amidst those agonies-thy first and last,

Thy pale lip, quivering with convulsive throes, School, &c.

Breath'd not a plaint-and settled in repose; In almost the whole of Mrs. Hemans's

While bow'd thy royal head to Him, whose power

Spoke in the fiat of that midnight hour; short pieces, it may be remarked that the

Who from the brightest vision of a throne, terminating point is remarkably good : it Love, glory, empire, claim'd thee for his own,

And spread such terror o'er the sea-girt coast, comes like the impressive close of the

As blasted Israel, when her ark was lost ! ancient Greek epigram, one of the most

“ It is the will of God!"-Yet, yet we hear elegant of all poetical compositions. The The words which closed thy beautiful career ; Suliote Mother fully illustrates our mean

Yet should we mourn thee in thy blest abode,
But for that thought—" It is the will of God!"
Who shall arraign th' Eternal's dark decree.

If not one munnur then escaped from thee?
And from the arrowy peak she sprung,

Oh! still, tho', vanishing without a trace,
And fast the fair child bore:-

Thou hast not left one scion of thy race,
A veil upon the wind was flung-

Still may thy memory bloom our vales among,
A cry--and all was o'er.

Hallow'd by freedom, and enshrin'd in song !
Vo, 19.-Vol. IV.



Still may thy pure, majestic spirit dwell,

to the Cid ought to be read as illustrations Bright on the isles which lov'd thy name so well; E'en as an angel, with presiding care,

of the Siege of Valencia. To wake and guard thine own high virtues there.

On Mrs. Hemans's dramatic talent-her The concluding lines of the poem are

dramatic poetry—as displayed in The Siege also very pleasing :

of Valencia, and subsequently on the stage, Still, where thy hamlet-vales, O chosen isle !

in The Vespers of Palermo, we are deIn the soft beauty of their verdure smile,

sirous of offering a few remarks. Where yew and elm o'ershade the lowly fanes That guard the peasant's records and remains,

The subject of The Siege of Valencia, May the blest echoes of the sabbath-bell

arising out of one of the numerous courses Sweet on the quiet of the woodlands swell,

of reading through which she has advanAnd from each cottage-dwelling of thy glades, When starlight glimmers through the deepening shades, | tageously passed, is peculiarly well suited Devotion's voice in choral hymns arise,

to the turn of her mind and to the nature And bear the land's warm incense to the skies.

of her powers. Her mind is full of hisThere may the mother, as, with anxious joy, To heaven her lessons consecrate her boy,

tory-richly imbued with the high feelings Teach his young accents still th' immortal lays of ancient Spanish romance. Her subject Of Zion's bards, in inspiration's days,

is, but her poem is not, in the comprehenWhen angels, whispering thro' the cedar's shade, Prophetic tones to Judah's harp conveyed ;

sive meaning of the word, dramatic. Strictly And as, her soul all glistening in her eyes,

speaking, a poem, to be dramatic, should She bids the prayer of infancy arise, Tell of His name, who left his throne on high,

not only present well-arranged colloquies, Earth's lowliest lot to bear, and sanctify

but its respective characters, with the manHis love divine, by keenest anguish tried, And fondly say—“My child, for thee He died !"

ners of those characters, and of the times

and countries in which they are supposed Mrs. Hemans's next succeeding volume to have lived, should be as distinctly embraced her poem entitled The Last || marked as though they were the portraits Constantine, The Siege of Valencia, and of so many individuals. Independently, several pieces, comparatively short, but of however, of its want of action, or rather of degree of excellence equal to any that she stage effect, which was not within the aim has written. From The Last Constantine

of the writer, The Siege of Valencia is not we quote the two following stanzas, not as dramatic. It is a picture of high-minded some of the best or of the most beautiful, sentiments and feelings rather than of men but for the striking picture, the deep con- and manners. But, if not dramatic, it is trast which they display: they are descrip-|| highly poetic: the pathos of this poem has tive of Constantine's marching forth by been rarely surpassed. The passions or torch-light:

affections displayed are—in Gonzalez, paStill, as the monarch and his chieftains pass

ternal love, conjugal love, and patriotism, Through those pale throngs, the streaming torchlight || the last of which triumphs. In Elmina, on On some wild form, amidst the living mass,

the other hand, though patriotism is strong, Hues, deeply red, like lava's, which disclose

and conjugal love still stronger, maternal What countless shapes are worn by mortal woes! Lips bloodless, quivering limbs, hands clasp'd in prayer, || love, exciting a physical as well as a moral Starts, tremblings, hurryings, tears ; all outward shows

courage, capable of braving every ill, is the Betokening inward agonies, were there: -Greeks! Romans ! all but such as image brave despair ! ruling passion. It is, indeed, in the dis

But high above that scene, in bright repose, play of a mother's feelings that Mrs. HeAnd beauty borrowing from the torches' gleams

mans uniformly and pre-eminently excels. A mien of life, yet where no life-blood flows, But all instinct with loftier being seems,

The anguish, the maddening agony of soul Pale, grand, colossal; lo! th' embodied dreams in which Elmina parts from Gonzalez, Of yore !-Gods, heroes, bards, in marble wrought,

when, after the most powerful, the most Look down, as powers, upon the wild extremes

Of mortal passion !-Yet 'twas man that caught, eloquent of maternal appeals, she had And in each glorious form enshrined immortal thought! || found the father's patriot-shielded heart

Our chief favourites of the shorter | invulnerable, could only have been painted pieces in this volume are, we think, The || by a woman—perhaps only by a mother. Urn and Sword, The Cid's Funeral Pro- Were we to quote the beauties of this cession, The Chieftain's Son, The Funeral | poem we should more than fill the space Genius, England's Dead, and The Voice of || allotted for our remarks. Indeed we rather Spring; all of which are too well known abstain from quotation; for no isolated to require citation. The poems relating | passage can satisfy the reader, or render



justice to the author. The succeeding lines, | possible to be sustained throughout the spoken by Elmina, on her departure from work. But we were mistaken : it is not Gonzalez, after her unsuccessful appeal, || only sustained, but surpassed. The death are all that we can venture to extract:- of Alphonso, the eldest born, is managed _thy heart !-Away! it feels not now !

with a force of dramatic effect not easy to But an hour comes to tame the mighty man Unto the infant's weakness; nor shall heaven

be equalled. Yet the supposed audience Spare you that bitter chastening !-May you live is spared all offensive sights. To be alone, when loneliness doth seem

It is worthy of remark, that, in the deMost heavy to sustain ! For me, my voice Of prayer and fruitless weeping shall be soon scription of the battle on the outside of With all forgotten sounds ; my quiet place

the walls, Mrs. Hemans has resorted to Low with my lovely ones, and we shall sleep, Tho' kings lead armies o'er us, we shall sleep,

the expedient for which, in Ivanhoe, the Wrapt in earth's covering mantle !-You the while author of the Scotch novels has been so Shall sit within your vast, forsaken halls,

much lauded. The same successful exAnd hear the wild and melancholy winds Moan thro' their drooping banners, never more

pedient, however, had been adopted in To wave above your race. Aye, then call up Sheridan's version of Pizarro, whence it Shadows-dim phantoms from ancestral tombs, But all-all glorious-conquerors, chieftains, kings

has been traced to one of Goëthe's traTo people that cold void !-And when the strength gedies, the title of which, at this moment, From your right arm hath melted, when the blast

eludes our recollection. Goëthe's works, of the shrill clarion gives your heart no more A fiery wakening; if at last you pine

let us observe en passant, constitute an For the glad voices, and the bounding steps,

exhaustless store which the all-glorified Once thro' your dome re-echoing, and the clasp of twining arms, and all the joyous light

Scotchman has plundered without mercy of eyes that laugh'd with youth, and made your board and without remorse. A place of sunshine ;-When those days are come,

With reference to the effect of The Then, in your utter desolation, tum To the cold world, the smiling, faithless world, Siege of Valencia upon the mind of the Which hath swept past you long, and bid it quench

reader, it seems to us one of the most Your soul's deep thirst with fame! immortal fame! Fame to the sick of heart !-a gorgeous robe,

affecting, most agonizing poems ever writA crown of victory, unto him that dies,

ten. It is well that it is not adapted for l'th' burning waste, for water?

stage representation—that it is not acted; If, in the deep workings of maternal | for it has passages—whole scenes—which it affection, Elmina stands almost unrivalled, || is hardly possible to bear, even in the closet. Ximena, in the development of the tender

The Vespers of Palermo, written expassion—in the sentiment of love, that pressly for the stage, and produced at pure sentiment which animates the female Covent Garden theatre at the close of the breast, and elevates it to the proudest pa- | year 1823, is a far less successful effort. triotism, the most heroic daring-occupies | It is, in the construction of its plot, and in a station at least equally sublime. Thus the conception and execution of some of the maid of Saragoza in Childe Harold's || its characters, extremely defective. GenePilgrimage :

rally speaking, the latter are not sufficiently Oh! had you known her in her softer hour,

marked or distinct. Montalba is a very Mark'd her black eye that mocks her coal-black veil, Heard her light, lively tones in lady's bower, incomplete sketch, and the emotions by Seen her long locks that foil the painter's power, which his conduct is influenced are offenHer fairy form, with more than female grace,

sive. The mind of the reader or specScarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in danger's gorgon face,

tator revolts from the ease with which the Thin the clos'd ranks, and lead in glory's fearful chase.

high-minded Vittoria falls into the views of Her lover sinks-she sheds no ill-tim'd tear ;

the conspirators, by consenting to meet the Her chief is slain-she fills his fatal post; Her fellows flee-she checks their base career:

man she abhors at the altar, and by allowThe foe retires-she heads the sallying host.

ing the vesper-bell to be the signal of We cannot but feel, however, that there indiscriminate massacre. Constance, inis a superhuman grandeur—a halo of spi- || deed, is clothed in all the tenderness and ritual glory--investing the character of loveliness of woman. The great defect of Ximena, which is not attendant on that of the piece, however, is that all the grand Lord Byron's heroine.

business is over at the end of the third · In the early scene between Elmiņa and act. In the fourth act, the scene where Gonzalez, such a depth of feeling and of || Raimond di Procida is brought before the interest is excited, that we thought it im- | tribunal which his father presides, is

managed with great spirit and great dra-
matic effect. Constance, falling at the feet
of Di Procida, the father, is excellent.
The latter part of the fourth act is good;
but the interest is new, and consequently
unable to excite with sufficient intenseness
the attention of the spectator. The re-
deeming merits of the play must be sought
in the beauty of its poetry, in the justness,
purity, and elevation of its sentiments. Of
these a few lines will suffice to convey a
general idea :-

Look round thee !-All is sunshine is not this
A smiling world?

Aye, gentlest love, a world
Of joyous beauty and magnificence,
Alinost too fair to leave !


I shall be soon
That viewless thing which, with its mortal weeds
Casting off meaner passions, yet we trust,
Forgets not how to love!

Is not the life of woman all bound up
In her affections :-what hath &loc to do
In this bleak world alone?-It may be well
For man on his triumphal course to move,
Uncumbered by soft bonds; but we were born
For love and grief.

The following is of a different character :

There is no joy!
Who shall look through the dark futurity,
And, as the shadowy visions of events
Develope on his gaze, 'midst their dim throng,
Dare, with oracular mien, to point and say,
This will bring happiness ?-Who shall do this?
-Why, thou, and I, and all !—There's one who sits
In his own bright tranquillity enthroned,
High o'er all storms; but we, from whose dull eyes,
A grain of dust hides the great sun, e'en we
Usurp his attributes, and talk as seers,
Of future joy and grief.

From perusing The Vespers of Palermo, we revert with increase of appetite to The Siege of Valencia. That one of the rare productions which impel the offering of man's proud homage at the shrine of woman's towering and angelic mind. Mrs. Hemans may, without profanation, be designated—one of heaven's glorious creatures.


There is
A world (aye, let us seck it) where no blight
Falls on the beautiful rose of youth, and there
I shall be with thee soon!



A few weeks since business caused my at- || tain air, exuberant health, and exhaustless tendance at the Admiralty. While waiting | vivacity, he was formed to be the idol of in one of the anti-rooms, I heard myself his associates. He seemed destined for accosted by name by a tall and elegant happiness; he had every element of it in looking man standing near me. My eye himself; and, utterly exempt from that rested on his figure, but memory refusing || contracting selfishness which binds up the recognition in the gaze, I inquired his | sympathies of too many natures, he reidentity. My surprise was great at finding || velled in the joy of dispensing it to others. he was one of my dearest, and earliest | --Left to the choice of a profession, he friends; and the start of astonishment, | selected that of the sea: it assimilated almost of pain, which his revelation elicited | best with his taste, for it afforded infrom me, must I fear have communicated dulgence to his peculiartemperament, which, to him the knowledge of the withering always seeking after strong excitements, havoc which sorrow had made on his per- would even court danger in all its varieson. Only five years bad elapsed since ties. The very character of the element our last meeting, and that period, when had charms for him: he loved its false unmarked by mental suffering or sickness, unsubstantial surface, its engulphing depths, may pass over man while in his prime—and its perilous quicksands, the warfare of its Captain Tancred was now only thirty-five waves, whose wild hoarse murmurs seem to -without leaving a record of its flight. warn man from their territories : they had

I had known him in boyhood: he had terror in their sound, and that sound was been the wildest, but the truest and most music to his ears. Often, when the temgenerous of my school companions. His pest from above had lashed the ocean into presence had ever been the signal for some fury, and it boiled forth its wrath in bilthoughtless freak or hazardous adventure. lows which threatened destruction to aught With a spirit fresh and buoyant as moun- of human power that dared its ire, I have

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