is carefully supplied by yourself, in your who has adorned it with nobler studies?" On the -and what does Porson answer? "I beown handwriting, Mr. Landor. same page, only five lines below this cor- lieve so; I have always heard it; and rection, is the indentical passage that you those who attack him with uirulence or with would now transfer from Porson to Southey. levity are men of no morality and no reflecWhy did you not affix Porson's name to tion." Thus you print Wordsworth's the passage then, when you were so vigi- praise in rubric, and fix it on the walls, lantly perfecting the very page? Why and then knock your head against them. does no such correction appear even in the You must have a hard skull, Mr. Landor. printed list of errata? Let us read the L. Be civil, Mr. North, or I will brain

sage.

pas

"A current of rich and bright you. thoughts runs throughout the poem. Pin- N. Pooh, pooh, man! all your Welsh dar himself would not, on that subject, puddles, which you call pools, wouldn't have braced ore into more nerve and fresh-hold my brains. To return to your profness, nor Euripides have inspired into it fered article, there is one very ingenious more tenderness and passion. illustration in it. "Diamonds sparkle the L. Mr. North, I repeat that that sentence most brilliantly on heads stricken by the should have been printed as Southey's, not | palsy."

Porson's.

L. Yes; I flatter myself that I have there struck out a new and beautiful, though somewhat melancholy thought.

N. New! My good man, it isn't yours; you have purloined those diamonds. L. From whom?

N. Yet it is quite consistent with a preceding sentence which you can by no ingenuity of after-thought withdraw from Porson; for the whole context forbids the possibility of its transition. What does Porson there testify of the Laodamia? That it is "a composition such as Sophocles might have exulted to own!"-and a part of one of its stanzas "might have been heard with shouts of rapture in the Elysium the Those lines have been in print above twenty poet describes."t These expressions are years.

N. From the very poet you would disparage-Wordsworth.

"Diamonds dart their brightest lustre
From the palsy-shaken head."

at least as fervid as those which you would L. An untoward coincidence of idea bereclaim from Porson, now that like a pet-tween us. tifogging practitioner, you want to retain N. Both original, no doubt; only, as Puff him as counsel against the most illustrious of Southey's friends-the individual of whom in this same dialogue you cause Southey to ask, "What man ever existed who spent a more retired, a more inoffensive, a more virtuous life, than Wordsworth, or

* Vol. i. p. 52.

+ Vol. 1. p. 51. Few persons will think that Mr. Landor's drift, which is obvious enough, could be favored if these passages could be all shuffled over to Mr. Southey. It would be unwise and inconsistent in Mr. Landor of all men to intimate that Southey's judgment in poetry was inferior to Porson's; for Southey has been so singular as to laud some of Mr. Landor's, and Mr. Landor has been so grateful as to proclaim Southey the sole critic of modern times who has shown "a delicate perception in poetry." It is rash, too, in him to insinuate that Southey's opinion could be influenced by his friendship; for he, the most amiable of men, was never theless a friend of Mr. Landor also. But the only object of this argument is to show how mal-adroitly Mr. Landor plays at thimblerig. He lets us see him shift the pea. As for the praise and censure contained in his dialogues, we have no doubt that any one concerned willingly makes him a present of both. It is but returning bad money to Diogenes. It is all Mr. Landor's; and, lest there should be any doubt about the matter, he has taken care to tell us that he has not inserted in his dialogues a single sentence written by, or recorded of, the persons who are supposed to hold them.-See vol. i. p. 96, end of

note.

says in the Critic, one of you thought of it the first, that's all. But how busy would Wordsworth be, and how we should laugh at him for his pains, if he were to set about reclaiming the thousands of ideas that have been pilfered from him, and have been made the staple of volumes of poems, sermons, and philosophical treatises without end! He makes no stir about such larcenies. And what a coil have you made about that eternal sea-shell, which you say he stole from you, and which, we know, is the true and trivial cause of your hostility towards him! L. Surely, I am an ill-used man, Mr. North. My poetry, if not worth five shillings, nor thanks, nor acknowledgment, was yet worth borrowing and putting on. I, the author of Gebir, Mr. North-do you mark me?

N. Yes; the author of Gebir and Gebirus -think of that, St. Crispin and St. Crispinus!

Sing me the fates of Gebir, and the Nymph
Who challenged Tamar to a wrestling-match,
And on the issue pledged her precious shell.
"Above her knees she drew the robe succinct,
Above her breast, and just below her arms.

* Vol. i. p. 40.

She, rushing at him, closed," and floor'd him flat,
And carried off the prize, a bleating sheep;
"The sheep she carried easy as a cloak,'
And left the loser blubbering from his fall,
And for his vanish'd mutton. "Nymph divine!
I cannot wait describing how she came;
My glance first lighted on her nimble feet;
Her feet resembled those long shells explored
By him who, to befriend his steed's dim sight,
Would blow the pungent powder in his eye."
Is that receipt for horse eye-powder to be
found in White's Farriery, Mr. Landor?

never

L. Perhaps not, Mr. North. Will you cease your fooling, and allow me to proceed? "I," the author of Gebir, " lamented when I believed it lost." The MS. was mislaid at my grandmother's, and lay undiscovered for four years. "I saw it neglected, and never complained. Southey and Forster have since given it a place whence men of lower stature are in vain on tiptoe to take it down. It would have been honester and more decorous if the writer of certain verses had mentioned from what bar he took his wine." Now, keep your ears open, Mr. North; I will read verses first, and then Wordsworth's. Here they are. always carry a copy of them both in pocket Listen!

my

I

my

N. List, oh list! I am all attention, Mr.

Landor.

L. (reads)

"But I have sinuous shells, of pearly hue
Within, and they that lustre have imbibed
In the sun's palace-porch, where, when unyoked,
His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave.
Shake one, and it awakens-then apply
Its polish'd lip to your attentive ear,
And it remembers its august abodes,
And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there."

These are lines for you, sir! They are
mine. What do you think of them?

N. I think very well of them; they remind one of Coleridge's "Eolian Harp." They are very pretty lines, Mr. Landor. I have written some worse myself.

L. So has Wordsworth. Attend to the echo in the Excursion:

"I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipp'd shell,
To which, in silence hush'd, his very soul
Listen'd intensely, and his countenance soon
Brighten'd with joy; for, murmuring from within,
Were heard sonorous cadences, whereby,
To his belief, the monitor express'd
Mysterious union with its native sea."

N. There is certainly much resemblance between the two passages; and, so far as you have recited Wordsworth's, his is not

The lines within inverted commas are Mr. Landor's, without alteration.

Mr. Landor's printed complaint, verbatim, from his "Satire on Satirists."

superior to yours; which very likely, too, suggested it; though that is by no means a sure deduction, for the thought itself is as common as the sea-shell you describe, and, in all probability, at least as old as the Deluge.

L." It is but justice to add, that this passage has been the most admired of any in Mr. Wordsworth's great poem."*

N. Hout, tout, man! The author of the Excursion could afford to spare you a thousand finer passages, and he would seem none the As to the imputed plapoorer. giarism, Wordsworth would have no doubt have avowed it had he been conscious that it was one, and that you could attach so much importance to the honor of having reminded him of a secret in conchology, known to every old nurse in the country, as well as to every boy or girl that ever found a shell on the shore, or was tall enough to reach one off a cottage-parlor mantelpiece; but which he could apply to a sublime and reverent purpose never dreamed of by them or you. It is in the application of the familiar image, that we recognise the master-hand of the poet. He does not stop when he has described the toy, and the effect

of air within it. The lute in Hamlet's hands is not more philosophically dealt with.There is a pearl within Wordsworth's shell which is not to be found in yours, Mr. Landor. He goes on:

"Even such a shell the universe itself

Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things-
Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power,
And central peace subsisting at the heart
Of endless agitation."

These are the lines of a poet, who not only
stoops to pick up a shell now and then, as
he saunters along the sea-shore, but who is
accustomed to climb to the promontory
above, and to look upon the ocean of things
"From those imaginative heights that yield
Far-stretching views into eternity."

Do not look so fierce again, Mr. Landor. You who are so censorious of self-complacency in others, and indeed of all other people's faults, real or imagined, should endure to have your vanity rebuked.

L. I have no vanity. I am too proud to be vain.

BY ONE WHO HAS A GOOD MEMORY.

THE HISTORY AND MYSTERY OF ST. SIMONIANISM.
From Fraser's Magazine.

N. He is gone! Incomparable Savage! | REMINISCENCES OF MEN AND THINGS. I cannot more effectually retaliate upon him for all his invectives against us than by admitting his gossiping trash into the Magazine. No part of the dialogue will be mistaken for Southey's; nor even for Porson's inspirations from the brandy-bottle. All the honor due to the author will be exclusively Mr. Walter Savage Landor's; and, as it is certainly "not worth five shillings," no one will think it "worth borrowing or putting on."

LINES.

THOSE were brilliant but meteoric passages in the life of Saint Simonianism, when at Paris a gentleman, yclept "Rodrigues," a philosopher, named "Enfantin," and a dashing blood, rejoicing in the title of "Michel Chevalier," first resolved to take care of ladies' properties, and to expend both capital and interest with great discretion, to establish equality of rights, as well as equality of domains, and to send out missionaries well steeped with the best black

Written upon seeing Mulvany's Picture of "FIRST LOVE" in the coffee, and appropriate liqueurs, to found a

Irish Exhibition of Paintings June, 1842.

From the Dublin University Magazine.

Ay gaze u pon her face, impassion'd boy,
In its sweet bashfulness and timid joy!
Thine is a tritt ful homage, free from art,
The earnest worship of an untaught heart!
Nought throughout after-life thy sight shall bless
One thousandth part so rich in loveliness,
As that young peasant girl so simply fair,
With her unsandaled feet and braided hair.
Boyhood will fleet away-the hour will come
When for the haunts of inen thou't leave thy home;
Yet oft will memory turn so fondly still
To that companion dear and lonely hill.
And years will pass, till dim as some sweet dream
The vision of thy early days will seem;
But never, never quite from out thy heart
Will the low echo of her voice depart.
And thou may'st love again-ay, passionately,
And past expression dear thy idol be;

But the First Love of Youth's a sacred thing,
A fragant flower which knows no second Spring!
Thus mused I. as I gazed with spell-bound eyes,
And bless'd the "Art that can immortalize!"

ELIZABETH AUCHINLECK.

THE PRINCE OF WALES' HOUSEHOLD. The public will see with infinite satisfaction that the Prince of Wales is about to have a separate household. Some have imagined that a baby-house is alluded to, but we have ascertained that such is not the case, and the following may be relied on as being as accurate a list as it is possible to obtain of the projected establishment:

Master of the Rocking Horse. Comptroller of the Juvenile Vagaries Sugar Stick in Waiting. Captain of the (Tin) Guard.

Black Rod in ordinary.

Master of the Trap Ordnance.
Clerk of the Pea Shooter.
Assistant Battledore.
Lord Privy huttlecock.
Quartermaster-General of the Oranges.

It is not yet decided by whom these offices are to be filled, but there is no doubt His Royal Highness will manifest considerable discretion in making the

appointments for the "separate household" which has been so properly assigned to him-Charivari.

new system of morals and virtue! The Paris revolution of 1830 "had left so much to be desired;" the Belgian repetition had so signally failed: the Polish disasters had added so much of misery to those who were before enslaved; and Spain had been so overthrown even by the beginning of a war which bade fair to occupy her for the next ten years, that Rodrigues, Enfantin, and Chevalier, got weary of politics, and betook them to religion. Not Christianity, and not Judaism-not Mahometanism, and not Paganism exactly-but to St. Simonianism and polygamy. Don't be startled, ladies— don't be startled! You may read on. There's nothing wrong intended. It is not an affair of the heart-only of the pocket. A new sort of polygamy! Low frocks ?—Yes. Blue sashes-Yes. Wives disgusted with their husbands ?—Yes. Women wearied with the trammels of matrimony, and resolved to rid themselves of them ?—Yes. But still all platonic love. No kissing-no squeezing of the hand-no gentle pressure, no sighs, no tears-nothing but philosophy, poetry, and Bordeaux, "Cotelettes a la minute," Champagne frappé, "an epigram of lamb with asparagus points," and a "petit verre" of, what you like-from Rosolio to Curaçoa, or from Kerschenwasser to the merry old Gold Water. Dear charming creatures they were, too! Rather antiquated if you will; rather pedantic, of course; rather bothering after dinner with their philosophy; and rather troublesome with their blue-stockingry. But what cared Rodrigues for this? And as to Père Enfantin and Michel Chevalier, they chuckled like jolly old monks over Chambertin and Clos Vougeot, and the only prayer they uttered was, "Send us more wives!"

As I am fearful this introductory matter may be more amusing than instructive, unless supplied with a passing explanation, I

low bodies as proofs of their chastity, no ornaments as demonstrations of their having placed all in the common treasury, and sat at the feet of the "Père" on the ground, or on very low ottomans, whilst he listened to their artless tales of their former lives, when, enthralled by the chains of matrimony, they absurdly and impiously imagined that they were fulfilling the high destinies to which their degraded and noble sex had been destined by heaven, by nature, and by ST. SIMON!!

must here indulge myself and my readers | The ladies-at least on state occasions, and with the pleasure and benefit of a paren- I was admitted to no others-wore white thesis. Be it known, then, that once upon robes as indications of their purity, very a time there lived a man of whom the world might say, that the term saint when applied to him, was the least appropriate ever bestowed on any living or departed mortal, and yet to this day he is called Saint Simon. Now Mister Saint Simon, or St. Simon, Esq., for both are equally applicable and appropriate, entertained peculiar notions as to "communion of goods," or the truly felicitous arrangement of this world's property by way of partnership, so that he who had the advantage of possessing something should share it with him, or her (as the case The first time I saw MICHEL CHEVALIER may be), who had the privilege of possess he was introduced to me as the author of a ing-nothing! Thus, if I had the misfor- very spirited and lively pamphlet, "On the tune of possessing £20,000 (I meant pence) best mode of tying a Cravat!" He was gay, and my brethren had the happiness of pos- smiling, jocular, light-eyed, light-haired, exsessing not quite a five-pound note, the sys- ceedingly well dressed, and just the sort of tem of Saint Simon was this, that we man to be the greatest possible favorite at should put both sums into a hat, shake the a gipsey-party. At dinner he was sedulous, hat well, and spend it together. Now, as smart, and smirking. At dessert he was the success of all such plans for the amelio- philosophical, romantic, or profound. At ration of the condition of our species, must the piano he was admirable. But at coffee depend a great deal upon the persuasive-yes, at coffee, he was prodigions!! They powers of one party, and the mesmerised, say (that is some Baptist biographer) that or submissive and docile powers of the sleeping party, it follows, of course, that the best talker has the greatest chance of success, and that those who can prove black to be crimson, and small beer to be pale brandy, must decidedly come off the conquerors. Well, then, Rodrigues, Enfantin, and Chevalier, were three very powerful men of this description of moral calibre, and they resolved to carry into action the principle of Saint Simon, that "the communion of goods" was the only real way of terminating all the discord which existed in the world, and of making men, and women too, virtuous and happy.

When this holy and patriotic determination first entered the minds of the three emancipators of their species in question, it is but fair to say that they were by no means disagreeable and awkward companions. Few men could look better with a long black beard, a bare throat, a Roman gown, and a broad girdle with the word "Père" inscribed on it, than the Saint Enfantin. And when surrounded by a troop of other men's wives, who had left their husbands and their children, with their own private fortunes in their pockets, to receive from his lips the instruction, and listen to the dogmas of the departed Saint Simon, as recorded in his works, he had the air of a mighty prophet, who had descended from a land of heroes or of sages, to change society, or to subvert the world.

the late great Robert Hall used to drink from sixteen to thirty-two cups of strong tea per evening. Very likely, though we should have preferred counting them to taking other people's arithmetic for granted; but again we say, very likely. Still what was Robert Hall and his thirty-two cups of gunpowder or twankay to Michel Chevalier and his pipkins of coffee? Never mind; the more he drank, the more he sung, danced, played, laughed, and punned; and by the time he was at his sixty-fourth pipkin, he really beat Theodore Hook hollow.

Ah! little did I think at that moment that that very Michel would hereafter become one of the regenerators of the world! I remember I met him at the house of an English gentleman in Paris, famed for good dinners and bad French, for excellent wines, and plenty of them, and for giving "frogs" to Frenchmen as great rarities, and so, in truth, they were, for spite of the English mistake to the contrary, I never saw in my life any arrangement of frogs, either in soups, or ragouts, pies, roasted, boiled, fried, or stewed, at the table of a French gentleman. However, so it was; delighted we met, and charmed we parted; he thinking me a very good fellow, and I fully resolved always to tie my cravat after his fashion.

The next time I caught a glimpse of the small eyes of my former acquaintance Michel-gracious heavens! he had become a