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acquaintances of his, who had gather back again, pocket laden with slate ed round him, and arrested his pro- stones, inscribed with the diagrams of gress across to his rooms. Why, new problems, which he had been inHamilton, where have you been?" said venting, and working all the my friend ; “ you seem travel-stain the doctor of doctors, who is fly to ed.”_" It is only the dust of the every thing from the Chaldee M.Ś. to Rock Road," he answered; “ I was tol-de-rol-lol in the corner, is gone down there taking a swim this hot away to the smoky and Thames-waterday, and have walked back." Five ed village of London. But I wander minutes after this, he was up in the laudator temporis acti me puero, seventh heaven of natural philosophy. and sigh over joys departed, which He was then, I think, only a fresli- time can ne'er again renew. man in college. I was surprised and I left you on the Glanmire road, sorry to see him the other day at the skirting along the river towards the fellowship examination in Dublin, city, and told you only what you saw looking pale and baldish, and twenty upon the sinister hand. Above you, years older than he did then; I hope to the right, rises a sloping ascent, he is not overworking himself because crowned with sumptuous villas, and great things are expected of him. fringed with tasteful plantations; and,
But to return to Cork, whither you pursuing the high road between this arrive by Watergrass Hill and Glan- and the river, you pass into Cork over mire; the latter is a sweet wooded glen, the bridge, at the end of Patrick Street, with a small river of the same name, which is said to resemble strongly the gliding along at the bottom. Leaving Ponte della Trinita at Florence. One this, you open out on the marine river of the hill-topping villas which you of Cork, which Spenser styles, pass on the Glanmire road, is Gerard * The spreading Lee, that like an island fair Callaghan's, the member that is to be Eocloseth Cork, with his divided food.'
for Cork. Mr Callaghan is of a Ro.
man Catholic family, which grew rich For two or three miles you skirt along by trade, and with a fair character, its margin, gazing on the flood upon and he having early renounced the your left, studded with streamers, and errors of popery, knavery, brass mo. busy with all sorts and sizes of craft ney, and wooden shoes, has since conand pleasure yachts. On the far side, tinued a stanch Protestant, and zeathe river is bounded by the village of lous for his altered opinions, after the Blackrock, with its castle and pictu- usual manner of neophytes. I am resque light-house, where, in days of glad he is to be member for Cork, parte yore, I learned to cleave with sinewy ly for his own sake, and partly because arm the glassy flood, and which the of the abuse which, with rather more worthy author of the “Fairy Legends” than even his usual beastliness, the always delighted to draw, even on his late member for the county of Clare, thumbnail, failing a scrap of paper, Mr Daniel O'Connell, has been plear much on the principle an Irish arithé sed to pour out upon him. I am asha, metical friend of mine used always to med of the Irish-even the tag-rag and devote his leisure moments to “ work- bobtail of them--that they should still ing a sum,” an occupation which he suffer themselves to be gulled by this contended fully redeemed any man O'Connell. Time after time, he has from the imputation of idlene s. But, manifestly, openly, palpably, been alas ! tempora mutantur, nos et mutas willing and eager to desert them, and mur in illis. C- I grieve to learn, creep into favour with the powers that grows rheumatic, and his pencil una be, on any terms; and still, when he steady,-gout in the great finger of my is thrown off with contempt by those left foot bids embrocations of the briny to whom he would crouch and cringe, wave avaunt. The ould castle of Blacks back he comes to the besotted rabble of rock is burnt down, and a new one, Ireland, who again believe him, and handsomer they say, built in its place, will be again deceived. on which Mr Paine, the architect, has Cork lies, for the most part, on a very liberally spent twice as much as marshy island, in a deep valley-inthe Corporation allowed for it, at his deed, its name imports a fen, or boggy ownexpense. Mathematical Mulcatry, place. Sometimes it is not raining too, is gathered to his fathers. oid ihere; though they tell a story of an Tim will walk no more to Mallow, to East India captain, who, after remain. take his bowl of soup, and then walk ing three weeks in Cork harbour, and never meeting a dry day, spokea frienil steaks to their breakfast.
Gladly, at sea, as he was returning from the therefore, may the hungry reader East, and learning that he had left swallow the information, that the city Cork harbour about a fortnight before, of which we treat is the shambles of shouted back an enquiry, " Whether the kingdom; and he who has money the shower was nearly over that he or a good name, will there receive by had left falling there ?" Yet the place no means lenten entertainment: of a is not considered unhealthy.
surety, the inhabitants thereof may Cork has been called the Bristol of count among their numerous excelIreland, but with little justice: doubt- lencies that important element in Saint less there is a river at Cork, and there Paul's beau ideal of a bishop, that is also a river at Bristol ; at Cork they they are given to hospitality. call it the Lee, but the name of the If my gentle reader love rather the river at Bristol is "out of my prains." feast of reason and the flow of soul, Bristol is the crowded dingy resort of let him go hear the Dean (Burroughs) mutton-eating mercantile Protestants, preach, and afterwards spend a social who love pudding, and the constitue evening with him. His sermons are tion (that once was) of 1688 ; where perfect models of pulpit eloquence ; as the spreading Lee rolls its luscious by the by, I am delighted to see there salmon into the maws of men who is a volume of them forthcoming cultivate the mathematics, and eat speedily from the press. In private fish, by constraint, o' Fridays. In Cork life there is a strong spirit of hu. the women are fair ; at Bristol, let a morous satire about him, which, man shut his eyes and open his mouth, while it beams in his rich express that it may be well with him, and he sive eye, is delightfully chastened may eat savoury meat, such as his and softened in its expression by the soul loveth. Did you ever hear how mildness and decorum suited to his Bristol came to be so thickly peopled? profession, which he never forgets. The story is, that when wise Jamie He, and his predecessor Magee, who came to the throne of his cousin Elie now presides over the archdiocese of zabeth, he ordered some troops to Dublin, used to be accounted the funBristol for embarkation, and on their niest and punniest men of their day. arrival there, learned they were defi- Some father on them the story of the cient in the necessary supplies of shoes two sitting down together to read with and stockings, wherefore he com, but one candle between them, so small manded an order to be dispatched to that it often necded snuffing. B. at a certain town in the north country length, annoyed at the frequency with for a cargo of hose and brogues; but which he had to ply the snuffers, tried the secretary not being a remarkably to go as close as possible, to save a distinct amanuensis, the constituted speedy repetition of the decapitation authorities mistook the words for hores of the wick; but unluckily, he snuffed and rogues, according to the then mode out the candle, when, turning to M., of orthography; and so, to the great who was already growing savage at the scandal of the good town, an emigrae sudden darkness, he exclaimed, with tion of that nature took place accorde provoking archness, ingly.
“ Brevis esse laboro ; obscurus fio." The precept to Peter, to “ kill and This is enough to immortalize thir. eat,” the Corkagians and Bristolians teen common men, but I think I have divide betwixt them. At Cork they heard the story of Burke and Sheridan, slay, and masticate at Bristol-whence and the mot attributed to Burke. Anothe Hibernian queen of the south is ther rich thing, which more certainly celebrated in song as “ the city of belongs to the illustrious author of slaughtering, and prime mess beef.” “ The night before Larry was stretchIf we have writ our annals true, it is ed," was uttered on meeting a countrythere, and be it recorded to the hos man in Stephen's Green, jogging in nour and glorification of the great and from the county of Wicklow, at what good Queen Bess, that all her minic is technically called the " butter and sters were wise, her captains valiant, eggs” pace, with his wife on a pillion and her maids of honour ate beef behind him. The good lady was lectus • Here, if any where, the old line is true
Salmo non æstate novus nec frigore desit.'
ring Gaffer Pat, on some foolish bargain sons, hungry for a perusal, who had he had just made, in a voice neither come there on the same errand before soft, gentle, nor low, at the moment the worthy and witty Dean was pass- The chief topographical glory of ing, and looking up at the hard cross Cork, is its river and harbour. The features of the gammer thus posited sail down the Lee, with the richly behind her goodman, he dryly obser- housed and planted acclivity on the ved to his companion, I was never ‘Glanmire side, and Blackrock, the more convinced in my life of the truth nunnery, the church, the castle, Castle of the saying of Horace,
Mahon, and the wooded heights in the * Post equitem, sedet atra Cura.'” distance, may vie with any river scenery
In Cork, as in most great towns of in the kingdom. About seven miles Ireland, but especially the metropolis, down, you enter the noble expanse of religious dissipation is exceedingly water which constitutes Cork harbour, fashionable with a certain set. Chiet- with Haulbowline and Spike islands ly among silly women, who keep to before you, and Passage, a port for themselves teachers, having itching the larger merchant vessels to load ears, and turn away themselves from and unload their cargoes at, on the truth and soberness, and are turned right hand. To the extreme left is unto nonsense, which, under a strong Rostellan, the seat of the Marquess of delusion, they mistake for true reli- Thomond. The mouth of the harbour gion ; being led captive by fat-head- is about a mile wide, from Dog's Nose ed young men, who have distinguish- to Ram's Point: The heads are coned themselves as candidates for cau- siderably wider asunder. The steep tiers in college, (the Irish name for hills on both sides are strongly forti. being plucked,) and who, disdaining fied, as well as Spike and Haulbowthe ordinary means of intelligence and line. Cove forms the back of the har. usefulness in their profession, on gets bour opposite to the entrance. This ting into orders pursue a short cut to place has been improved amazingly glory, by professing peculiar gifts in within the last score of years. In days the provinces of preaching and living: of yore, it was a dirty, disgusting meaning by the latter, eating of the little fishing island, of which the one fat of the land.
description serves for all : Their public library in Cork is a
And on the broken pavement here and there capital one, and they are free and easy Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; (I hate the word “ liberal”), about A brandy-and-tobacco shop is near, the admission of strangers, when re. And hens and dogs and hogs are feeding spectably introduced ; which is right,
by; and becoming the Cork people, ex- And here and there, a sailor's jacket hangs hibiting an equal hospitality in li- to dry ; terature as in liquor. The principal At every door are sun-burnt matrons seen, defect of the library is, that they take Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry, only twelve copies of Maga, in con
Now singing shrill, and scolding oft be. sequence of which by the third day Scold answers foul-mouth'd scold; bad
tween, after its appearance, the whole twelve
neighbourhood I ween. are almost worn out with repeated readings. I recollect having walked At present it is a fashionable bathinginto the library once, after a long ab- place for the citizens of Cork; and the sence, and, finding a new porter there air is so mild and salubrious that it is who did not know my face, I desired frequently recommended to such pule him, after my accustomed fashion, to monary patients, as their physicians bring me the Magazine. " Which will not suffer to burn out the taper Magazine, sir?" said he. I saw he of life in peace and stillness, at their was a genuine Munsterman, and of own pensive and quiet firesides. But course knew Horace as well as the this recalls sad recollections, and I cries of Cork, so I answered,
must stop. I have written you a long “Quod legeret, tereretque viritim, public letter, though it may be a short sketch; cus usus."
and now I remain, in the name of my
self and the other good Irish Tories, Whereupon he smilingly went, and
Your faithful well wisher, engaged the reversion of Maga for me, expectant on the departure of five per
Frenca literature! There is a some. outline knowledge of what deeds have thing light and airy in the very thought been done by Frenchmen in the great of it, which could alone in these sultry field of written knowledge. In this summer months seduce us to the la- little essay, in which M. Ventouillac bour of an article, and the handsome ventures upon a more ambitious task volume of M. Ventouillac, which lies than that of a mere arranger and combefore us, clad in rose-colour and light piler, he acquits himself with very blue, wooes us to the gentle exercise considerable ability; and there is a cere of our critical functions. This book tain vein of modesty withal, running is a something new in its way; its through the composition, which must object is to be a guide to those who have the effect of softening the wrath wish to form an acquaintance with of hard-hearted criticism, were there French literature, and to furnish them any thing to provokeit, which, in truth, with a catalogue raisonné of the best there is not. Considering the extent of books, recommended by the authority, his subject, and the limited space in not of the compiler of the catalogue, which it is discussed, it is impossible but of various English writers or po that we should find criticism either pular journals, whose opinions have very profound or very minute, upon been given to the world respecting the numerous authors who are menthese books. Thus the name of each tioned; but as an historical sketch of work in the catalogue, is attended by the literature of France, it exhibits a a short notice from such authority as very comprehensive acquaintance with English readers are accustomed to res the subject; and if the remarks which gard with some deference, and the are made, are in no instance very stri. student of French literature may choose king, they are always judicious, and according to the measure of his faith imbued with a feeling in favour of rcin the authority cited. The authori. ligion and virtue, which is very crea ties, too, appear to have been selected ditable to the author. It may to some with marvellous impartiality, and he be a matter of interest to know that must be a fastidious man who will this essay, written in English, and in not find some of them to his taste- a style generally correct, and every here is a stricture of Bishop Horne the where easy, flexible, and idiomatic, pious, and there from Gibbon the pro- is the work of a Frenchman, who, upon fane; on this page appears the recom- his arrival in this country some years mendation of Charles Butler, and on ago, did not know one word of the that the criticism of the Quarterly Re- language. view. Some of the authorities would With the knowledge of this fact, doubtless provoke a sinile in a reader the careful reader may perhaps disof Maga. Such as those of Lady More cover an occasional mark of the style gan, and of the New Monthly Maga- of our Gallic neighbours; but those zine, and some more of that stamp; who do not search for such indications but a catalogue of this kind is made of the country of the writer, will find for all sorts of people, and if the Times, nothing to remind them that his or the Kitty Magazines, want to have school-studies were not from the pages French books, it is as well to provide of Addison and Doctor Johnson. But them with the authorities which are let the reader judge for himself. After most level to their apprehension. a rapid survey of French literature
The catalogue is introduced by a down to the time of Louis XIV., he sketch of the progress of French lite- comes to speak of the famous preachers rature, in order that the person about of that period, and thus he delivers to form his French library may come
himself : to the selection, with a general and “Confined to the limits of a short essay,
“ The French Librarian, pointing out the Best Works of the Principal Writers of France, in every Branch of Literature, with Criticisms, Personal Anecdotes, and Bibliographical Notices; preceded by a Sketch of French Literature." By L. T. VENTOUILLAC. -London ; Treuttel, Wurtz, Treuttel, Jun., and Richter,
it is impossible to enquire here into the this simple reason, that Rousseau seems causes which produced at one particular to have been honest, which appears not period, such an assemblage of great writers to have been the case with Voltaire. as never had at once appeared in any other Both, indeed, were blind, but one was country ; but we ought not to overlook wilfully so. Voltaire shut his eyes to the singular fact, that in a country like the truth, lest its blessed rays should inFrance, in the midst of a voluptuous tercept the dancing phantom (human court, and under the reign of a monarch praise) that occupied and dazzled bis who, although he put on the semblance sight. Poor Rousseau was actually of religion, was 'at heart a rake,' appeared blind; his optic nerves were too weak,, perhaps the three most eloquentadvocates too delicate to bear the full rays of truth, of religion and morality that have been and in his hours of blindness and of known since the establishment of Christ. agony, he turned his eyes within and ianity; for although there may be a great described what he saw, or imagined he er display of theological learning in the saw, as though it liad been, what he bewriti:gs of the ancient fathers; although lieved it to be, true. If Rousseau erred, nothing ever equalled the depth of thought it was but error ; Voltaire often did what and closeness of reasoning found in the he knew to be wrong, and asserted what works of Taylor and of Barrow, of Butler he must have known to be false. Rous. and of Clarke ; yet it must be allowed, seau was the creature of impulse, Vol. that of that species of eloquence which is taire that of vanity; Rousseau wrote to particularly calculated,
relieve his overburdened heart, Voltaire By winning words, to conquer willing hearts, to obtain empty praise, which to him And make persuasion do the work of lear,' was the dearest thing on earth; and of that resistless appeal to the heart, which thus, to sum up their character in one is the very spirit of eloquence, more per- word, while a want of consistency was fect specimens were never given than the fault of Rousseau, a want of honesty may be found in the eloquent sermons of was that of Voltaire. Both were great Bourdaloue, the sublime pages of Bossuet, men, but both greatly erred from differand the delightful volumes of the tender
ent causes; and the names of both will; and irresistible Massillon."
go down to posterity, and shine to the After having spoken of the religious eyes of future generations, rather as bea. feeling which appears to pervade this
cons to warn, than as luminaries to at. Essay, it will not excite surprise, that
tract.” the writer, although a Frenchman, This is clever writing, and we have. should dwell with patriotic indignas said that it is true; but it is not the tion upon the moral tendency of the whole truth, and has the effect of leae writings of Voltaire. M. Ventouillac ving rather a more favourable impresa has too much sense to speak without sion of Rousseau than we should wish respect of the transcendent abilities the students of French literature to of that extraordinary writer ; but he entertain. We should wish to lay reprobates his principles with just se- upon Rousseau rather a less gentle verity, and laments the effects produ- hand. He was by no means a harmced upon France by the writings of less madman, but one to whom Rosaone who was at once its glory and its lind's cure of “ a dark house and a shame. But we pass from the strice whip” would have been useful and tures on Voltaire to the comparison appropriate. He was all rottenness which is instituted between him and within, with a fair gloss of refinement his contemporary Rousseau. If what on the outside ; a filthy obscenity, lay is stated be not, in all respects, quite beneath his superficial but exquisite original, it is at all events true, and polish. You cannot break through it is truth expressed in strong and his delicate surface-work without original terms.
coming to something nasty ;-he was “ Next to Voltaire appears, among the fit for his times, and his times fit for writers of this period, the name of one
him. perhaps as celebrated, and by many as
But rapid and brief as the sketch of much admired and blamed, the fickle,
M. Ventouillac is, we cannot afford the elegant Rousseau. While acknow. space to travel side by side with him; ledging, with regret, the evil tendency we can only add, that passing to more of some, and indeed most, of the writings modern times, he speaks with strong of Rousseau, it would perhaps be unjust and well-deserved praise of that exto attach to him the same degree of re- traordinary woman, Madame de Stael, proach and guilt as to Voltaire ; and for and also dwells upon the works of the