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Thy morning pleasures make an end, I love the air, her dainty sweets refresh
My drooping soul, and to new sweets
And with their polyphonian notes de
Can bless my soul withal, compared to
I love the sea, she is my fellow-creature,
She wasts my treasure from a foreign
But, Lord of Oceans, when compared with
Are painted clay;
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine
Mine eye by contemplation's great attorney Thou art not what thou seem'st, false Transcends the crystal pavements of the world, thou liest.
But what is heaven, great God, compared
to Thee ?
Without Thy presence heaven's no heaven
Without Thy presence earth gives no re-
Without Thy presence sea affords no
Without Thy presence heaven itself no
If not possessed, if not enjoyed in Thee,
What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to
The highest honors that the world can boast
Are subjects far too low for my desire,
The brightest beams of glory are (at most)
But dying sparkles of Thy living fire,
The loudest flames that earth can kindle be
But nightly glow-worms is compared to
DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY. Without Thy presence wealth is bags of
Without Thee, Lord, things be not what
Nor have they being, when compared with
In having all things, and not Thee, what His pencil rather dashed' than • drew, have I?
and he wanted the taste and patience to Not having Thee, what have my labors finish his pictures. He was sublime and
got? Let me enjoy but Thee, what further vulgar, at the impulse of the moment.
Sometimes, however, images of great delcrave I? And having Thee alone what have I not? icacy fell unconsciously from his pen. I wish nor sea, nor land, nor would I be Quarles' prose is excellent; his Enchi. Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed ridion is worthy of Epictetus.". of Thee.
It may afford matter of no little surprise to those who are unacquainted
with the revolutions in literary taste, (as TO SIR JULIUS CÆSAR, MASTER astonishing, in a different way, as revoOF THE ROLLS.
lutions in States or the changes of man
ners,) to learn that the poet Montgomery The high perfection wherewith heaven is a popular author with the readers of does please
religious verse, (now a large body,) To crown our transitory days, are these : while, at the same time, Richard Crashaw, Goods well possessed, and not possessing infinitely the superior of Montgomery, is
thee; A faithful friend, equal in love, degree;
barely known by name, except to a few Lands fruitful, and not conscious of a curse; poet, too, writing, moreover, with force
antiquarian critics. Crashaw, a religious A boastless hand, a charitable purse ; A smiling conscience, a contented mind;
and delicacy, ( a rare union,) on the noA sober knowledge with true wisdom blest theme of the Sacred Muse, is unjoined ;
known to the very persons who, of all A breast well tempered, diet without art, others, should study his works with atSurfeit, or harm; a wisely simple heart; tention, and might be supposed to read Pastimes ingenuous, lawful, manly, spar- them with rapture. Montgomery bears
to Crashaw about the relation that Pol. A spirit nut contentious, rash,
but daring; lock may be said to sustain to Milton. A body healthful, sound, and fit for labor; For our own part, we think the parallel A house well ordered, and an equal neighbor;
a pretty fair one. Yet hardly a schoolA prudent wife, and constant to the roof; girl in her teens but has read MontgomSober, but yet not sad, and fair enough ;
ery's Grave; and scarcely a scholar of Sleep seasonable, moderate and secure;
even considerable culture who is at all Actions heroic, constant, blameless, pure; acquainted with the rich fancies of this A life as long, as fair, and when expired, Delight of the Muses.” A glorious death, unfeared as undesired. The neglect into which the works of
Crashaw have fallen, we cannot help Wilmott, the biographer of Quarles, considering but too strong a proof of the speaks of passages in his earlier poems, vicious taste of the public, especially in as reading " like fragments from an un matters of poetry. The occasional quaintcorrected copy of Pope's Essay on ness that disfigures his prodnctions, in Man;" with native strength and rough- common with those of Donne, Herbert, ness, but destitute of the polish and Quarles, the Fletchers and Cowley, (all of harmony of the later poet. Of the poem whom wrote a much larger proportion of above, last quoted, we would say even fine than of indifferent poetry,) furnishes more than this. We think it equal to an apparently sufficient objection to indothe second-rate passages of Pope, and lent students of the religious poetry of the superior to the imitations of his follow- seventeenth century. But the excuse is ers; better, for instance, than Hayley a superficial one. Crashaw's best poems could have done.
are quite free from these defects, and out In his analysis of Quarles, Mr. Wil- of the small body of poetry he has left, mott bas meted out to him exact justice. the following poems are admirable and He concludes his criticism with this lan- complete of their kind: On a Prayer guage: “ There was nothing effeminate Book, Music's Duel, Epitaph on Mr. in bis manners or disposition ; he was Ashton, Death's Lecture on a Young often ungraceful, but never weak. * Gentleman, the translations from Lessius, His eccentricity was the ruin of his ge- from the Sospetto d' Herode of Marini, nius; he offered up the most beautiful and of the Dies Iræ. In point of fact, a ofispring of his imagination, without re- larger proportion of really admirable pomorse, to this misshapen idol.
etry still remains of Crashaw, amidst all
his conceits and crudities, than can be assent to Mr. Wilmott's enthusiastic furnished out of any popular poet in criticism, we still think he has, in a deEngland of the present day, except sire to exalt Crashaw, spoken with too Wordsworth. There is nothing in Leigh much disrespect of the fine old strain of Hunt or Barry Cornwall, equal in rich- mingled Dread and Piety. Here are a ness of fancy and profusion of images few verses of the original; the perpetual to the Music's Duel of Crashaw. Of recurring, similar endings, give some this fine poet, Hunt* has written an ad- color to the notion that the monks in. miring and acute criticism. The “ Dies vented rhyme. [ræ ” is a flight above every poet in England now living, always excepting the
Dies Iræ, dies illa, reigning monarch of Poesy, whom we
Crucis expandens vexilla, associate with the idea of Milton. The
Solvet sæculum in favilla ! Epitaph on Mr. Ashton is nearer Pope
Quantus tremor est futurus, than Mr. Rogers could approach; and Quando Judex est venturus, the Poem on a Prayer Book is much su Cuncta stricte discissurus! perior to anything in Keble's Christian Year.
Tuba'mirum spargens sonum Of these different poems the translations
Per sepulchra regionum are, we believe, best known to the few Coget omnes ante thronum. who know anything of Crashaw. They
Mors stupebit et natura, are allowed, in every instance, to be su
Cum resurget creatura, perior to the originals, and display a force
Judicanti responsura ! of conception and brilliancy of coloring a copious flow of illustration-a peculiar Liber scriptus proferetur, delicacy of expression that constitute the In quo totum continetur, individual traits of the poet himself.
Unde mundus judicetur. The translation of the first book of the Sospetto d' Herode, by Marini, the To our ears the mere sound of these founder of that school of false taste in words brings up an awful picture; how Italy, whose writers abound in “
impressive musi they be when chanted cetti,” is a masterly performance. Cra- by a full choir, in a rare old cathedral. shaw's version is placed by Mr. Wilmott, Of Crashaw's Hymn, we quote several
stanzas: Crashaw's biographer and a genial critic, above the power of Marini. It is suf
THE HYMN, ficient praise to Crashaw that Milton has borrowed from his poem. The so
“ Dies Iræ, dies illa," &c. liloquy of Satan, in Milton, is evidently :In meditation of the Day of Judgment. modeled on Crashaw. The character of Satan is painted in a similar way. Cra, Hear’st thou, my soul, what serious things shaw has not, to be sure, the wonderful Both the Psalm and Sybil sings, concise power of the Bard of Eden. His of a sure Judge from whose sharp ray stanza is loose, free, and flowing, but he The world in Aames shall fly away? has sublime thoughts and imaginations. His invention is exceedingly vivid, and that fire before whose face produces even a feeling of awe. Instead Heaven and earth shall find no place; of mangling this fine poem by extracts, Must be the day of that dread night.
O those eyes! whose angry light we refer those of our readers who love really fine poetry, to the poem itself in that trump! whose blast shall run Cattermole's Sacred Poetry of the Seven. An even round with the circling sun, teenth Century
And urge the murmuring graves to bring The “ Dies Iræ" is a version of the Pale mankind forth to meet his King. solemn monkish canticle, a noble version too. Mr. Wilmott declares that,
Horror of Nature, hell and death,
to style Crashaw's Hymn a translation at all When a deep groan from beneath is an untruth ; unless a picture wrought The caves of night answer one call.
“ we come! we come!” and all into life by force of coloring and expression can be considered a copy of a feeble O when thy last frown shall proclaim and inanimate outline.” With a hearty The flocks of goats to folds of flame,
* Indicator, xxxii.
And all thy lost sheep found shall be, To thee, meek Majesty! soft King
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves. Let those life-speaking lips command Temperance, or the Cheap Physician, That I inherit thy right hand.
a version of Lessius, is a neat and Oh, hear a suppliant heart all crushed
spirited copy of verses, of the school of And crumbled into contrite dust!
Pope and Churchill, in moral satire-a My hope, my fear ! my Judge, my Friend ! pithy lecture on sobriety and temperance. Take charge of me and of my end.
The Epitaph on Mr. Ashton is excel
lent. Pope professedly copied the first The anecdote is related of Roscommon, part of it in his epitaph on Mr. Fenton. that on his death-bed he repeated the last Pope could not have improved it, for it two lines, slightly altered, with great de- is in his best style, terse, ingenious, votion almost in the very article of pointed. death. This elegant-minded nobleman Warton somewhere remarks that Pope had borrowed largely from Crashaw in was in the habit of extracting pure gold his own poem on the Day of Judgment. “from the dregs of Donne, Quarles, and
Music's Duel is the old story of the Crashaw," as if their poetry were mere rival contest between the musician and dregs. In point of truth, Pope's gold was the nightingale, the latter of whom is their silver washed over-their genuine overcome by shame and vexation at her flights were above anything in the leader defeat, and dies.
in the artificial school of Poetry. With The narrative is highly artificial, and ten times the judgment of these earlier worked up with admirable skill, equaled bards, he had not the half of their original to the fabled musician himself, wrapped genius. up in intricacy of metaphor, and gurgling Pope's criticism on Crashaw, in a long into curious eddies, and rushing into in- letter to Henry Cromwell, is very charvolved mazes of harmony.
acteristic of his French taste, his illiberThe Hymn on the Nativity is without ality and bigotry, and the prejudices of the daring sublimity of Milton, but full his age in matters of poetical criticism, of a charming “ pastoral sweetness, sung at the same time full of keen remarks, as by the shepherds.”
and in the main, at times, tolerably just.
The Lines on a Prayer Book was HYMN ON THE NATIVITY. admired by Coleridge, as one of the Gloomy night embraced the place
noblest poems in our literature, and such Where the noble infant lay ;
we think every genuine reader of true The Babe looked up and showed his face- poetry will confess it to be. In spite of darkness it was day.
The best account of the life of Cra
shaw is to be found in Wilmott's Lives of We saw thee in thy balmy nest,
the Sacred Poets. The chief facts are, Bright dawn of an eternal dayWe saw thine eyes break from the East, the religious conversion of Crashaw from And chase their trembling shades away
Protestantism to Popery, perhaps as We saw thee, and we blessed the sight much a matter of imagination in him as We saw thee by thine own sweet light! anything else, though Crashaw was a
man of rare and unquestionable piety," She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in thy weeping eye
and his friendship with the chief men of She spreads the red leaves of thy lips, the age, Selden the greatest scholar, and That in their buds yet blushing lie. Cowley the finest poet of his time.
The short life of Crashaw was spent Yet when young April's husband showers
in poverty and distress. His loyalty to Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, We'll bring the first-born of her flowers,
his king brought him to this condition, To kiss thy feet and crown thy head
but his pious zeal kept him pure. To thee, dread Lamb! whose love must Hazlitt has spoken ignorantly of the keep
“ hectic manner of Crashaw. We susThe shepherds more than they their sheep. pect he knew him only by report. Lamb
* In the temple of God, under his wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's College, under Tertullian's roof of Angels; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow, near the house of God, where, like a primitive saint he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day.
Preface to the Steps to the Temple, 1846.
VOL. III.-NO. III.
ought to have a paper on him. He de, Long did the Muse's banished slaves abide, served it at least as well as Wither. And built their pyramids to human pride. Crashaw has tenderness, fancy, oc
Like Moses thou, though spells and charms casional sublimity, frequent eloquence,
withstand, considerable selection in phrases, and a
Has brought them pobly back to their Holy
Land. fine ear for harmony. Cowley, at all times his friend, and Hail bard, triumphant! and some care be
stow who out of his slender salary supported On us the Poets militant belowhim at Paris, and introduced him to the
Opposed by our old,enemy, adverse chance, Queen who assisted him to the extent of Attached by envy and by ignorance, her power, has left an affecting memorial Thou, from low earth, in nobler flames didst of his admiration of Crashaw, in a gene
rise, rous strain, which came from the heart of And like Elijah mount above the skies.” a fine poet and a true man. “ Poet and Saint! To thee alone are given after to continue our notices of other
We shall probably take occasion hereThe two most sacred names of earth and heaven
fine poets, still less known than either The bard and rarest union that can be Quarles or Crashaw. Next that of Godhead and humanity.
Socrates, conversing with Ischomachus, an Athenian, unfolds the Idealistic, or Tran
scendental * Doctrine.
Place.—The garden of Ischomachus, near Athens.
Time. Evening. SOCRATES. I have heard, Ischomachus, the favor of a god, who has given me a of your felicity, in this rustic way of good wife, a dutiful son, and fertile land. life, and if you are willing, I would learn Soc. If these should be taken away, from your own mouth, by what care and would life be any longer desirable ? by what arts felicity may be attained. IsChom. Why, imagine the chance of
IsCHOMACUS. My happiness, excellent such a miserable fate? sir, is not from any art or care, but from Soc. I am not one of those who easily
* 1. TRANSCENDENTALISM.—A faith in the being of certain principles of an eternal nature, regarded by the Platonic Christians as attributes of God, and as composing the image of God in man. Those who hold this faith, believe that conversion is a partial restoration of this original image. Consult Cudworth, Leighton, and other English Platonists. This is the proper " Transcendental ” doctrine ; so called because these principles, (Justice, Mercy, &c.,) transcend or exceed the understanding, and are given, by Divine favor, as intuitions of “ Reason” only.
The transcendentalism of Kant (who may have taken the idea and the word from Cudworth) differs not essentially from that of the English divines, but rejects the belief of miracles and tradition, as evidences of truth, trusting wholly to the intuitions them. selves. It denies in toto the authority of intellect, and trusts nothing to sense or imagination, for a knowledge of sight.
2. “ Transcendentalism.”-A confidence in the sufficiency of the affections, the passions, and the imagination, to lead men aright, independently of duty, instruction, or other ethical aid. This kind puts the life or “soul of the world,” instead of God. It is sometimes called Pantheism, or Sensualism. It adopts a philanthropic, and usually a democratic phrase. For examples, see the modern French novelists, and the current superstitions of the age.
3. “ Transcendentalism.”—The use of an affected phraseology, borrowed from the Greeks and Germans. Metaphysical bombast. Pseudo poetry, in which a metaphysical or mystical language is used, instead of picturesque expression. Mysticism. The