shades of all the worthies of Rome pass in review before him,-he traverses the Circus, the Colliseum, the Pantheon, and St. Peter's,-pauses to moralize over the mausoleum of Cecilia Metella, and abandens himself to a dream of love in the grove of Egeria:-He catches the dying knell of the ill-fated princess Charlotte,murmurs a dirge to her memory,-addresses an invocation to the ocean, and bids farewell to the pilgrim' and the poem. That scenes of such interest as the vagrant imagination of the noble author has rambled over, in this discursive canto, should have elicited some beautiful sentiments from a mind like his, is not extraordinary, we only wonder that the religio loci had not filled him with a more powerful inspiration. Those who look for an intenser flame in every scintillation of his lordship's genius, will be disappointed in the concluding canto of Childe Harold. Not only is it more equable, but less vivid than its forerunners;-it contains more faults, and fewer felicitous passages to atone for them. When we shut the volume, we in vain endeavour to recollect those "thoughts that breathe, and words that burn," which illuminate his lordship's earlier productions, and which so indelibly impress themselves on our memories. Yet his lordship terms this the most thoughtful and comprehensive' of his compositions. That he has bestowed unusual labour upon it, is very possible, and it certainly exhibits evidences of profound meditation, his pains, however, have not polished it, and his speculations have led him to no satisfactory result. But we will not longer detain our readers from the poem, which though it may fall short of that eminence which the author has heretofore reached, still towers to a height, to which few bards of the present age are daring enough to aspire. After indulging, in pensive mood, a retrospect of the departed greatness of Venice, the poet thus pursues his melancholy musings. I lov'd her from my boyhood-she to me art,* Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of wo, Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show. Venice Preserved; Mysteries of Udolpho; the Ghost-seer, or Armenian; the Merchant of Venice; Othello. "But from their nature will the tannen grow The howling tempest, till its height and frame same. "Existence may be borne, and the deep root "All suffering doth destroy, or is destroy'd, Return to whence they came--with like intent, And weave their web again; some, bow'd and bent Waxgray and ghastly, withering ere their time, And perish with the reed on which they leant; Some seek devotion, toil, war, good or crime, According as their souls were form'd to sink or climb; "But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Aside for ever: it may be a sound- A tone of music,-summer's eve-or spring, A flower-the wind-the ocean-which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound; Home to its cloud this lightning of the mind, Which out of things familiar, undesign'd, The following description of an Italian evening, conveys, all that description can convey, of that to which all description is inadequate. "The moon is up, and yet it is not night- "A single star is at her side, and reigns "Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, And now they change; a paler shadow strews The last still loveliest, till-'tis gone-and all is We quote the four following stanzas, principally for the sake of the last. "What from this barren being do we reap? And all things weigh'd in custom's falsest scale; And their free thoughts be crimes, and earth "Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be, And Freedom find no champion and no child Such as Columbia saw arise when she Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled? Or must such minds be nourished in the wild, Deep in the unpruned forest, 'midst the roar Of cataracts, where nursing Nature smiled On infant Washington? Has Earth no more Such seeds within her breast, or Europe no such shore ?" The desolation of the heart is strongly pictured in the subjoined stanzas, of which the fifth is peculiarly expressive. "Alas! our young affections run to waste, Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies ven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, "Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation:-where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair! "Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift: "Amidst this wreck, where thou hast made a shrine And temple more divinely desolate, Hear me not; but if calmly I have borne "And thou, who never yet of human wrong Lost the unbalanced scale, great Nemesis! Here, where the ancient paid thee homage long Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss, And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss For that unnatural retribution-just, Had it but been from hands less near-in this Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust! Dost thou not hear my heart?-Awake! thou shalt, and must. "It is not that I may not have incurr'd 27 Though we have already extended our extracts to such a length, we should be inexcusable were we to omit the follow. ing beautiful lines: "Oh that the Desert were my dwelling place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her! Ye Elements!-in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted-Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot. "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and musie in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all con: ceal." We may apply to lord Byron what Dr. Johnson says of Gray, in speaking of his "Elegy:" "Had he often written thus, it would be idle to praise, and useless to condemn him." It is unnecessary for us, here, to repeat the opinion we have so often had occasion to express of the general tenor of lord Byron's writings. We do not perceive that he has amended much in sidered him most reprehensible. those particulars, in which we have conThe same egotism, the same misanthropy, and the same folorn atheism, which have for merly disgusted us, recur in this poem. His lordship's strain is, as ever,— "I seek no sympathies, nor need! The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree I planted-they have torn me,-and I bleed; I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed." If his lordship has such a disdain for sympathy, we wish he would seek some other solace, or, at least, cease to repine. By his own showing, he has, indeed, little claim to commisseration, and since he is not even disposed to allow any one to medicate his wounds, it is a ridiculous and offensive ostentation to display them. His lordship confesses that his afflictions are the fruits of his own folly;-the natural "To be weak, is to be miserable, We intended to point out some of his lordship's numerous violations both of syntax and prosody, but to any reader, who has a competent knowledge of the language, it will be easy to detect them. Blemishes are the more to be regretted, in proportion to the richness of the mantle which they tarnish. E. ART. 9. ORIGINAL COMMUNICATIONS. T is universally acknowledged that we gress of scientific improvement, and of whatever may meliorate the condition of mankind, is certainly great. Yet, in some respects, we are inferior to those generations who lived in what are called the dark ages. In the present age of civilization and progressive improvement, when religion and science exert their benign influence over a vast portion of the habitable globe, we still tolerate prejudices and customs of which we must be divested, before we can presume to say that we are truly enlightened. In most eastern countries it was customary to bury the dead at some distance from any lown. This practice obtained among the Jews, the Greeks, the Romans, &c. Among the primitive Christians, burying in cities was not allowed for the first three hundred years, nor in churches for many ages after. Many of the American tribes and nations whom we generally characterize as savage and ignorant, never permit a corpse to moulder away in or very near their villages and towns. But in regard to this wise regulation, the civilized inhabitants of our cities stand in the back ground. In this very populous and crowded city-this enlightened city of New-York, you meet with burying places and cemeteries in the most central and populous parts!-Daily, in this warm season, you are annoyed by the opening of vaults on the very verge of the footways, where thousands of passengers are forced to witness dead bodies in every stage of putrescence, and to in hale the noxious effluvia that escape from the gloomy charnel-houses. In other instances, dead men's bones are sacrilegiousroom deceased, which are deposited within a few feet from the surface of the ground. Here they undergo decomposition, and the putrid exhalations are continually contaminating the atmosphere to the great annoyance and injury of the living. Customs so pernicious and inexcusable, should not be tolerated. It must however be acknowledged, that various religious communities in New-York leave their burying places in the city undisturbed, and bury their dead" without the city." There they can point out the very spot where rest the remains of dear departed friends. There, free from the city's din, we can indulge in those pious reflections which the melancholy place suggests. There, in solemn silence, we can meditate on "the way of all the earth." And, whilst with tears of affection unseen, we bedew the drooping flowrets on the sepulchral hillock, we look with the eye of Christian faith to that "building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." "Hark! how the sacred calm, that breathes In still small accents whisp'ring from the ground, For the American Monthly Magazine. MESSRS. EDITORS, The following errors in the Nautical Almanacs for 1815, '16, '17, '18 and ’19, are offered for insertion in your Magazine. I wish them to be made public, not from a disposition to injure any individual concerned in that work, but from a sense of duty: for I regard the Nautical Almanac as a public standard, to whose correctness every one is bound to contribute, whenever it is in his power. The errors were found in Blunt's edition, and whether the same are in the London copies, I know not; that is for the four first named years; the Almanac for 1819, having been recalculated by Mr. Blunt. It is thought of consequence to mention the errors in the copies for the years previous to 1818, since observations may have been made during those years, that are not yet calculated. In the copy for 1815. Page 31, Moon's Lat. 13th day, midnight, for 4° 48′ 15", read 1° 48′ 15′′. Page 52, Mars' Heliocentric Lat. 1st day, for 1° 2' S. read 1° 26' S. Page 101, Moon's Long. 6th day, midn. for 6s 0° 27′ 45′′, read 7s 0° 27′ 45′′. Page 139, Moon's Parallax, 20th day, noon, for 59′ 49′′, read 59′ 45". For 1816. Page 4, Venus' Heliocentric Lat. 1st day, for 3° 15' read 3° 15′ N. Page 19, Moon's Parallax, 7th day, noon, for 56' 53", read 56′ 33′′. Page 31, Prop. Log. 8th day, midn. for 4907, read 4873. Page 52, Jupiter's Declinat. 25th day, for 11° 50′, read 10° 50′. Page 79, Moon's Semid. 10th day, midn. for 15' 19", read 15' 9". Page 100, Venus' Declinat. 25th day, for 5o 5', read 5° 59′. There is some cause for suspecting that this error may not be found in all copies. Page 113, Moon's Long. 4th day, noon, for 11s 30° 34′ 35′′, read 11s 20° 34′ 35′′. For 1817 Page 6, Moon's Declinat. 1st day, noon, for 23° 43', read 23° 43′ N. Page 40, Mars' Geocentric Long. 19th day, for 10s 3° 54′, read 11 3° 54'. Mars Geocentric Long. 25th day, for 10s 8° 26', read 11s 8° 26'. Page 41, Moon's Lat. midn. May 1st, at bottom of page, for 0° 38′ 28′′, read 0° 33′ 28′′. Page 43, Prop. Log. 15th day, midn. for 5300, read 5233. Page 101, Moon's Lat. 1st day, midn. for 1° 10′ 16′′ S. read 0° 10′ 16′′ S. Page 127, Moon's Parallax, 30th day, noon, for 55′ 26′′, read 56′ 26". For 1818. Page 5, Moon's Lat. 1st day, noon, for 2° 48′ 46′′ N. read 1° 48′ 46′′ N. Page 16, Venus' Geo. Lat. 7th day, for 1° 11', read 1o 1'. Page 18, Moon's Declinat. 1st day, noon, for 25° 56', read 25° 56′ S. Page 30, Moon's R. Ascen. 12th day, midn. for 47° 5′, read 57° 5'. Page 55, Moon's Parallax, 1st day, midn. for 53' 32", read 55′ 32′′. Page 64, Mercu. Helio. Lat. 7th day, for 6° 58', read 5° 58′. Page 66, Moon's Declinat. 1st day, midn. for 18° 33', read 18° 33′ N. Page 79, Moon's Semid. 2d day, midu. for 14′ 48′′, read 14′ 45′′. Moon's Semid. 22d day, midn. for 15' 8", read 15′ 28′′. Page 113, Moon's Long. 21st day, mida. for 2s 24° 32′ 51′′, read 3s 24° 32′ 51′′. Page 115, Moon's Semid. 9th day, noon, for 16' 57", read 15′ 57′′. Moon's Semid. 10th day, noon, for 16' 51", read 15′ 51′′. Page 121, Conjunction of Planets, 12th day, for, read ☀ ♂. Page 126, Moon's Declinat. 1st day, noon, for 26° 35', read 26° 35′ S. Page 137, Moon's Long. 22d day, midn. for 8s 27° 19′ 46′′, read 6s 27° 19′ 46′′. Page 25, Conj. of Planets, 16th day, for 34 N. ready 34' S. Page 37, Conj. of Planets, for 7th day , read 9th day. It is gratifying to find that Blunt's edition of the Almanac for 1819, has been published so much neater and more distinct than those of former years, and containing a modest preface, without any " pledges of reputation" for infallibility, or offers of reward for the discovery of errors. In particular, he deserves much credit for having procured a recalculation of the London edition, in which a great number of important errors have been detected. Conducted on such principles, it is believed, his edition cannot fail of patronage from men of science. The following errors in this corrected copy for 1819, are not pointed out with a view to detract from its merits, nor in compliance with Mr. Blunt's "challenge!" but because they are thought important to be known. And here I would take occasion to observe, that in the communications I have heretofore made to your Magazine on this subject, I was not influenced by a wish to depreciate the general correctness of Mr. Blunt as a publisher. What was said concerning him in the first communication, was forced |