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manacks or pocket-books. Poets, dra- thors prefer, to the dusty library, the gay matic authors, and novelists bind up and ornamented boudoir. " their best productions in the most We hardly know any literary Gerelegant manner as presents for the la- man, of any eminence, who is not dies. The greater part of German editor or contributor to some one of polite literature makes its first appear these. Schiller, Tieck, and Voss, ance in a most seducing form. None were editors, in their day, of almanof these pocket-books exceed in size acks. At present we find Müllner in a duodecimo or crown octavo, and they the Theatre Almanack. Fouque is are mostly hot-pressed, gilt edged, editor of the Frauentaschenbuch. and adorned with some of the best Oehlenschläger writes in the Urania, productions of the German burine. and Clauren * is the editor of the VerTheir contents are of every descrip- giss-meinnicht. Kotzebue published tion. New plays, novels, poetry, by a dramatic almanack, and Goethe inthe first authors of Germany, are in stituted, within these two years, a pegeneral borne before the public by riodical work, to describe arts and anthese butterflies of literature; for they tiquities. In the article from which are spangled with gold, anıl live only the above quotation is made, above for a season. Such of these produc- twenty pocket-books and almanacks tions as find favour with the public are mentioned for 1820, and as only are afterwards reprinted in a cheaper the principal ones are reviewed, there form, and cease to be spoken of by are probably twenty more.

When critics as they become in general po- this annual production of light and pular and accessible to strangers. The elegant literature is compared with alteration they mark in German lite- the heavy philological pursuits for rature is worth recording, and we which alone the Germans were once borrow a few observations on this famous, it is obvious that a great alsubject from a German Review. teration is in progress in Germany.

From wanting an historical character, « Our literature is at present very dif- rendered valuable in their own estiferent from what it formerly was.

mation by the admiration of the rest century ago immense folios hardly allowed the most favoured quartos to find a place of the world, they are ready to inni

our book-shelves, and these peered tate whatever is praised among their proudly above the few octavos which had neighbours, and, anxious to catch the crept in amongst them as if for protection. light and agreeable spirit of the Thick parchment covers, often fastened to. French, they now make their books gether with locks, promised eternally to conform, at least, in size, shape, and preserve all this wisdom.

At present no- titles, to those of France. They thing is seen but sedecimos and duodecimos, cannot, however, catch and the eyes of the human race-ever de- rit. There is nothing in all these generating-have become too weak to read, volumes heavier than a romance, and and their hands to wield, the mighty quar

as if German authors were not contos and folios of our ancestors. Among the neatest modern volumes are almanackš tent, without employing the underand pocket-books. A history of their rise standing of their readers, many of and progress would form a considerable their lightest productions are so mysbranch of the literary tree. Originally in. tical, that close attention is requisite tended as Christmas presents, they seem

to find out the little meaning they likely not to reach their proper maturity possess. The nation is, in this refrom untimely birth ; and are published so spect, like its language, which can be early in the year, that they are at times adapted to every other tongue, beforgotten before Christmas arrives. They cause it has not been long enough culare multiplied in such a manner as to keep tivated to be perfectly fixed in its colle books from the market. The desire of pre- struction. Voss makes it conform, sent reputation prevents our authors from word for word, both to the Latin and looking at posterity, and the most powerful minds of our day, in which we are richer Greek, Schlegel to the English, and than our reverence for antiquity permits Messrs Bopp and Gerhard to the Sansus to believe, allow the catalogues of Leipsic to remain empty, while they fill up the • The other names are probably too well pages of a pocket-book. Gallantry seems

known to our readers, to require any illuspredominating over learning, and our au. tration from us ; but it may be necessary

to say, Mr Clauren is the author of several Hermes, No. 6, article Die Deut- dramatic pieces, and of a celebrated little schen Taschen bücher for 1820.

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crit; but it retains its own original signs of the present times for us, is to dragging character in all their trans- see, in every country of Europe, so lations.

many military men cutting out their In order to give our readers a little fortunes with the pen, rather than more accurate information on this the sword, and more ambitious of the part of German literature, we shall praise, or the emoluments of authorplace in our literary notices a list of ship, than of the glory of merciless such almanacks and pocket-books as war. we have seen mentioned, with the names of their editors, as far as we can supply them. Our fair readers, some who may be studying German, wilí be enabled to choose, by the sweet sounding names, which of these We believe our fair readers, though Christmas presents they will com- they are well acquainted with the mission us, or our publisher, which names of Goethe and Schiller, have is all the same, to order for them. never heard of any distinguished anIt may encourage them, if we inform thoresses of Germany; and, therefore, them, that a great number of the con- we presume, we shall feed both their tributors to the almanacks are of their curiosity and their desire for the liown sex, and that the reviewer has terary honour of their sex, by making selected, among others, the contribu- them partially acquainted with the tions of four ladies, -Helmina von lady whose name is prefixed to this Chezy, Carolina Pichler, Louisa Brach- paper. We regret, indeed, that our man, and Theresa Huber, as worthy materials are so scanty as only to alof being preserved, and as likely to be low us to give a very brief and partial transmitted to posterity.

notice. Though her reputation, ow. Literary meteors are so common in ing to the slight acquaintance which Germany, as well as in England, that our countrymen and country women when we see a young man rising sud- have with her native language, seems denly resplendent as an author, we never to have travelled across the sea forbear to stake our critical reputation which divides Germany from Britain, on predicting his future excellence. she enjoys, in her own country, a con Much has recently been said in Ger-siderable share of fame. Perhaps we man works of criticism, of a Baron shall not give her an improper name Von Auffenberg, who is the author of by calling her the Madame de Stael several new plays, all made at once of Germany. As far as her works known to the public. He seems to have fallen under our notice, she does have been long labouring in secret, not appear to possess so masculine an and suddenly to have made large de- understanding as the lamented Baronmands on public approbation, both ess. She was not cradled amidst for the quantity and quality of his those storms of political revolutions productions. Four dramas of his which seem to have called forth the writing have been noticed within a manly energies of the French wofew months, and we never before heard man. Neither was she introduced to his name. Though they have been the world by the hand of one of its much praised, they do not appear to rulers, and was not, therefore, taught have been represented. They are cal- from her infancy, that language of led the Syrakuser; the Flibuster, or command, and that confidence of suConquest of Panama ; Diè Bartholo- periority, which may be found in the maus Nacht, and Wallace. The lat- writings of Madame de Stael. Mater is, at least for us Scotchmen, a dame Pichler is, however, of good fatempting subject. We have seen no mily, and is at present the wife of a specimens, nor do we know their very respectable bookseller in Vienna. fables, but the reviewer assures us Perhaps this circumstance may have they are remarkable for the beauty of facilitated the publication of her writtheir poetry. The Baron styles him- ings, and have added to the fecunself Lieutenant of the Horse Guards dity of her genius. Her collected to the Duke of Baden, a title that re- works, in 1818, amounted to twen minds us of celebrated travels in Ca- ty-three volumes. They consist chiefnada, by a Lieutenant of Light Dra- ly of plays, odes, and novels. She goons. One of the most agreeable does not appear to have been a suca

cessful dramatist. Her odes and her Town--the same individual apartment biblical idyls are much praised, but, which we have occupied since the year like our own Miss Edgeworth, she 1739, when we first began our Editorial derives the greater part of her fame labours. One little farthing candle from her novels. She has not so

twinkled from our casement, at so graphic a pencil as this lady; but, in great a height from the ground, that her Grafen von Hohenburg, she has it might well be mistaken for a star given us a very interesting tale, and a of the smallest magnitude ; and our very accurate picture of the manners ears (we are, moreover, now a little of the Germans in the fifteenth cen- deaf) were scarcely assailed by the tury. Indeed, her knowledge is prin- din of the multitude below, whose cipally of an historical cast, and most loudest shouts sounded but as the of her dramas are taken from the ear- murmurs of a distant ocean. We ly periods of German history. Her were, as usual, dozing in our arinAgatocles, however, is a romance of chair, and dreaming of the Porteous the first ages of Christianity. The nob, when a thundering alarm upon fable of this, perhaps her 'most cele- our rasp awoke us, and we for a brated work, is very interesting,—the moment thought that we were Caplanguage is pure, correct, and elegant, tain Porteous ourselves, and that the -and the moral is rather of an exalt- turbulent lieges were assailing our ed kind. Her latest work with which prison doors in the intent of carrying we are acquainted was published in us off to the place of suspension in 1818, and is entitled Frauen-Wurde, the Grass Market. We were even -The Dignity of Women. In this about to make a retreat up the chimshe has attempted, for the first time, ney, when our alarms were quieted to sketch modern manners; and shé by the sudden entrée of our friends has done it well, though with too Jannes and Jambres, who rushed in great a mixture of that false sort of greatly fatigued, and in no small agisentimentality which is common to tation. They had been endeavourGerman literature, and which seeks ing, it seems, to force their way to make vice lovely by clothing it with through the crowd on the North all the splendour of talents. We do Bridge, but, refusing (which we not mean, however, to enter into a thought very silly of them) to take detailed criticism of her works, and of off their hats, and cry “ Huzza for that national literature of which they the Queen !" they were obliged to form a part. Our intention is confin- make a rapid wheel, and came pnffing ed to noticing her existence,the up, our stair of fifteen stories,quantity of her works-and the ex- height to which no martal thought of tent of her fame. And we shall con- pursuing them. We seated them on clude with stating the chief charac- our only two remaining chairs, from teristic of her writings, as we find it which we were obliged first to disgiven by a German reviewer. “Though place two venerable aged cats, the sole she is always visibly led by some rule companions of our solitude, and, if ing ideas, she does not seem to be in- the truth must out, our familiar spi- • debted to them for her inspiration, rits; and, having produced a bottle but she seizes with delight the various of excellent Fairntosh, as old as the appearances of the past and the pre-forty-five, and a kebbuck of precious sent, and whatever she finds noble in mite-eaten ewe-milk cheese, we copthese she strives to bring nearer the trived, by degrees, to draw our friends heart, by using the noble vehicle of into literary conversation, and, forgetpoetry:

ting alike mobs and ministers—men of the people or princes' favouritesall those

In hearts of Kings or arms of Queens who No. III.

lay, On the night on which one-half of from one kind of chat to another, we the windows of Edinburgh were il- came, in the true Decameron style, to luminated, and the other half smash- tell stories. Jannes, who has been ed, in honour of Queen Caroline, we studying German, has his head, and were sitting in our snug Attic at the commonly his pockets, stuffed full of top of the highest house in the Old the little novels with which that lite


rature abounds. We must own, they tions. Her wish was complied with, seem to us silly enough in the main, and it turned out that her illness bem and, both in their horrors and play, came more and more serious every fulness, fitter for children than for day. At last she sent and begged me grown men. He pulled out a transla- to come and see her, as she had a tion which he had that day made from thing of the highest importance to Langbein, of a story entitled ALBERT communicate. I made haste to go,LIMBACH, or The MARTYR OF THE found her reduced to a skeleton, and FAIR Sex, which he said was not in- already on the brink of the grave. applicable to his own and Jambres's “I cannot die,' said she, with adventure that night, as they had al- streaming tears, and with a voice so most suffered martyrdom from the low and weak as scarcely to be heard, hands of the zealous adherents of her 'I cannot die without disclosing to Majesty. “ I will not read the whole you a fraud which lies like a millstone of it,” said he," as many of the inci- on my mind. I trust that God and dents are trashy, and some of them you will forgive me ! pot over decent,—(although that “ Greatly affected at what I saw is but a small consideration nou',)- her suffer," I said to her gently, ‘I but, giving you a sketch of the whole, forgive you, whatever it may be, and I will read such parts as are best. It God, I hope, will likewise forgive begins as follows:

you; only unload your heart and “Every one says flattering things give it ease.' to the women. s alone must swim "? Hear, then, my sorrowful-my against the stream, for cruelly have heart-rending confession !'~her sobs they used me. Can I owe all the suf- almost stifling her ;- the boy whom ferings they have brought upon me to I have nursed and tended in your my having cost a woman her life? But house, and whoin you so tenderly how could I, a little innocent, help it, love as your son, is not yours but that my good mother was forced to mine, whose death I falsely gave out.' pay for my existence with her death?

I was petrified at her words. From my very entrance into life I ro heavens!' exclaimed I, What have had foul play from the daughters then is become of my son--my Alof Eve, as the following account, bert? --Abominable creature, did you which I had from my father, (who, murder him?' by the bye, was an opulent mer- “No, so great a criminal I have chant,) will show: You were not not been,' was her answer; fortunate enough, said he, to have a alive-he is in the Foundling Hospimother of your own to suckle you, tal.' ' In the Foundling Hospital and I was accordingly compelled to how is that possible?' asked I, quite entrust you to a nurse. She was a distracted. young, neat, good-looking, creature; “' Allow me,' said she, ' to emand, on the very day on which you ploy any strength I have remaining came into the world, had born a son, in discovering to you all the circumwho, as I was given to understand, stances.

To have it in my power to had lived but a few hours.

take the advantageous place of a nurse “ It seemed to myself, and to every in your house, I committed my own one else, that I was very lucky in new. born infant to the care of a fefinding such a person, who, in the male relation. When I told you my performance of her duty, was more child was dead, my only intention like a tender mother than a hired ser- was at first to induce you to revant. But, alas ! she was, in reality, ceive me, without hesitation, into the mother of the boy, who was rear- your service. But I no sooner reed in my house like the son of a marked a striking resemblance beprince, and whom, for full three years, tween the two children, than the I regarded as my own.

wicked thought entered my mind of Perhaps I shou id have remained putting my own in the place of yours. in that error for ever, had not the aw.. My detestation of myself would be ful form of death forced from that less, if the blindness of natural affecwretch a confession which filled me tion had seduced me; but no, I was with horror. She fell ill in my house, seduced by covetousness and vanity when she desired to be conveyed away alone. I wished to put my son in and put under the care of her rela- possession of your inheritance, that I


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myself might one day, through him, earth. Among those who visited at become a great and wealthy lady. Í my father's, there was a young of put this horrid plan in execution the ficer, who called almost daily, and first day I was allowed to take a walk was always most kindly received. One in the open air with your infant in day, when my father was at 'Change, my arms.

I hastened to my relations I saw him walk into my stepmother's stripped my boy of the rags he had room. I thought nothing of that : on-dressed him out in all the finery and it was not till an hour after, that of Albert, and returned to your house. being hungry, and wishing to ask I met you on the stairs, and trembled mama for something to eat, I tried to lest my crime would that instant be open her door, but found it was locked. found out. But you neither observ- Can the officer have taken his deed my anxiety, 'nor the exchange partureand mama begone out? thought which had been made. You kissed I, and put my eye to the key-hole.". my little bastard for your own Albert, [What follows would have made who a few hours after was carried a fine incident in the mouths of Sacaway by my relation in the dusk of chi or Majocchi, and would be very the evening, and laid down at the gate edifying reading for all the young laof the Foundling Hospital.' Here she dies in this enlightened country, if it stopped, and I immediately sent for came recommended under the moral some gentlemen of the law, before mprimatur of the House of Lords. whom she might repeat her confes- Suffice it, however, to say, that the sion. Fortunate it was, that death lady, as generally happens in these caleft her time to finish her tale: in a ses, came off triumphant,-her husfew moments after she died. The band was obliged to pocket the affront, woman, by whom you were exposed, -the poor boy, who, without dreamwas that moment taken up, and her ing that he was doing any mischief, confession perfectly coincided with had merely told what he had seen, led that of the deceased. It was likewise ever after the life of a dog. His stepmentioned in the books of the hospi- mother had almost got him sent back tal, that, on the evening of the day again to the Foundling Hospital, on mentioned by the woman, a boy had the supposition that, after all, he was been found at the gate, and received the real son of the nurse, when, hapinto the house. You were according- pily, his father himself discovered, ly restored to me without more ado. with his own eyes, the fact of the On the other hand, the bantling, who intrigue, and turned the lady out of had so long occupied your place, was doors, without even the ceremony of now turned out of doors. I had, a bill of pains and penalties. however, taken such an affection to Our hero's next mishap at the the poor boy, that I could not find it hands of the fair sex was a kind of in my heart to abandon him to want love adventure. He was placed, with and misery. I therefore bestowed a some other children, under the tuicertain sum to have him suitably tion of a pedagogue something like brought up.

Mr Vindex in the Fool of Quality. " You see, my son, in what a A pretty little girl, called Nancy, one shameful manner you had almost be- of the scholars, inspired him with his come a sacrifice to female artifice in first passion. She was one day illyour earliest days. May you, in your treated by the master, and got Alo future life, experience no further bert to avenge her cause, on the provexations from the sex !

mised reward of three kisses. Albert “ So my father concluded; but his contrived to pull the pedagogue's wig wish has not, alas ! been fulfilled, and over his ears, and then, in running to this he himself not a little contri- down stairs from his fury; fell and buted. After he had been a widower broke a leg and arm. On his recofor ten years, he entered into wedlock very he went to call on Nancy]. again with a young person, in whom I found her in company with a not one single vice of a stepmother highly perfumed courtier, who had was wanting. She did not seem to just been borrowing a large sum of have any dislike to me at first ; but I money from her father, and who now, lost all favour by a certain incident, out of gratitude, vouchsafed to say which prepared for me a hell upon flattering things to the little daughter

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