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lyssos is wounded, and retires still far The results of the preceding discusther ; Ajax comes (from bis usual po- sions may be comprehended in the sition, the left wing) and rescues him; following summary : Ajax repulses the i'rojans here, that The plain at the mouth of the Menis, on the Grecian right,) which was dere is the Trojan plain of Homer. unknown to Hector, for he fought at The Mendere is the ancient Scathe (Grecian) left, opposed to Idome- mander. The Thymbrek is the Sineus and Nestor, (v. 497.) The nar- mois. The sandy 'shore from the Sirative, when followed out, is perfectly gean promontory to the mouth of the clear and consistent. The armies were Mendere is the naval station of the at this time on the Throsmos, or Gre- Greeks, and the site of their camp. cian side of the plain, and Hector, The sloping plain, extending southfighting at the banks of Scamander, ward from that station to the rivulet of was, beyond a doubt, on the Trojan Bournabashi, is the Throsmos, or hill right. "Had he been on the Trojan of the plain. These points, we think, left, he would not have been at a dis- may be considered as placed nearly tance from Ajax, who had been called beyond controversy. off to the Grecian right,- he would The ruins at Palaio Califat mark not have been opposed to Idomeneus the site of New Ilium, and there can and Nestor, who were always posted be little doubt that this city and Old on the Grécian left,-and he would Troy stood on the same ground. not have been at the banks of Sca- There are strong reasons for identifymander, since the armies were now a ing the ancient Thymbrius with the good way beyond the tomb of llus, rivulet of Bournabashi. It is probaand, of course, on the west side of ble that C, D, E, are respectively the the river.
tumuli of Achilles, Patroclus, and A. It is of some consequence to deter- jax, and K that of Ilus. mine what ancient town occupied the Lastly, the springs of Bournabashi hillof Bournabashi. The following cir- are all cold springs, and the tumuli on cumstances afford a presumptive proof the adjoining hill very probably mark that it was Cebrene. The territories of the situation of Cebrene. this town were contiguous to those of Alexandria Troas, on one side, and Pa After so much has been written on læscepsis on another, from which last the Troad, it would be vain to expect they were divided by the Scamander. that the opinions here advanced should The town was, as it were, in the cen- satisfy every one. We think, howtre of Dardania, which extended from ever, it may be said, without prebeyond Dardanium along the side of sumption, that they have been deduMount Ida near to Lectum, and it was ced from a more careful comparison at the beginning of one of those two and consideration of the text of Hoelbows or angles of Mount Ida, which mer than most of those which have seem to mean the two vallies of the preceded them, that they involve Scamander and Simois. The country few gratuitous assumptions, and no from Cebrene to Sigeum, in the opi- incredible suppositions, — and that nion of Demetrius, was the country they enable us to unravel some diffi. ruled by Hector, which we may sup- culties which have hitherto perplexed pose to be the Scamandrian plain, or inquirers. Whether our construction the country of the Trojans. "At Cew of the poet's topography be correct or brene were shown the tombs of Paris, not, it at least shows that his incidents and Oenone his first wife, (Pliny, B. and descriptions are perfectly capable v. cap. 30. Strabo, B. xiii. p. 891, of being reconciled with the present 892.) These are most probably the face of the country, and that they tumuli, to one of which Chevalier, ou may even derive considerable illustravery different grounds, has given the tion from it. It shows, too, we think,
Objections may be that they are themselves neither obbrought against this conclusion, with scure nor incomprehensible, but, regard to the site of Cebrene, but we when rightly understood, have a dethink it involves fewer difficulties gree of distinctness and consisteney than any other which can be suggest- which furnishes additional evidence ed.
of thcir intrinsic truth,
POETRY OF GOETHE.
BEMARKS ON THE MISCELLANEOUS or critics who wish to be philosophi
cal and pleasing at the same time,
may find abundant illustrations of MA EDITOR,
every more subtle operation of intelIn looking over any great collection lect or of taste in those delightful picof poetry, such as Campbell's Speci- tures which have been so profusely mens of the British Poets, it is im- given to the world from the poetical possible not to remark, to how few sub- workshops of Wordsworth and Crabbe, jects the ingenuity of the writers of of Southey and of Byron, of Campmiscellaneous poetry has in general bell and of Scott. extended. A few odes on the common The poetry of the Germans has kept feelings of love and friendship-some pace with our own, and perhaps preverses commemorative of the delight ceded it, in this splendid career. The with which spring, and summer, and fine and contemplative enthusiasm of autumn are beheld--a poetical epistle that people is peculiarly adapted, acto some absent friend, detailing the cording to the very just observation of occupation or plans of the writer, and Madame de Stael, to the observation it may be an attempt at satire, awak- and treasuring up of those more reened by the occurrence of some of condite feelings which pass unnoticed those cross accidents to which poets, over the minds of the generality of above all inen, appear to be liable, - men, or which are scarcely ever athese, I apprehend, are the staple wakened, indeed, but in minds that ware of by far the greater number of can indulge the quiet of romantic those traders who deal in the small thought, and the liberty which this traffic of verse-making and love; and nation has assumed in all its late litewhen these goods are seen exhibited rary efforts, has enabled them to bring in every variety of shape and contex- within the sphere of their composia ture which the genius of poets has tions many beautiful and most valuabeen able to give them, during, it may ble subjects of poetry, which precede be, many hundred successive years, ing authors either might not have nothere is really nothing that has a ticed, or which they did not possess greater power of lulling the mind in- the courage to dress up in the conseto profound carelessness or disgust, crated garb of poetical language. respecting every future exhibition of The genius of Goethe has always the same kind.
appeared to me to be especially adaptIt must be confessed, however, that ed to this species of labour. Possessthings have undergone a considerable ing powers of thought which enable change for the better, within the last him, almost without an effort, to pass century which has just elapsed. The from the most erudite and fine, to the present era of British poetry is not most obvious and even vulgar subonly remarkable for the number and jects, his fancy is at the same time general talents of its authors, but still characterized by that beautiful touch more, I imagine, for the freedom of a philosophical spirit, which disand wide range which poets of all poses it not to waste its incursions in kinds have taken in the composition unprofitable admiration, but to fix its of their works. Instead of confining rega on those valuable flowerets, themselves to a repetition of remarks which may be embalmed for the that have already been made in every delight and welfare of posterity; and variety of language, or of stringing to as all his great works, accordingly, gether images that have a thousand are remarkable for the distinct exemtimes been employed to illustrate or plification which they afford of the embellish the same topics, they have power of some energetic and instruclooked with a closer, and finer, and tive passion, his lesser pieces, which keener eye upon the more secret make up what is called his miscellamovements of the human heart, and neous poetry, are almost in every
inthe more evanescent shades of human stance so finely and even philosophicharacter ; much excellent philosophy cally conceived, that they may be rebias thus been embodied, and in by garded as poetical exhibitions of some far the most delightful of all shapes, of the most valuable remarks which a with the fanciful and pathetic deli- scientific student of human nature neations of our modern authors, and could choose to see made. future writers on the science of mind, I do not mean to assert, that there
are no trifling subjects among those and imitating extravagants, must have which make up the list of these pieces. remarked, that they have not only a The genius of this author, on the language which is peculiar to themcontrary, is of such a nature, that a selves, but a slang of thinking and trivial subject seems sometimes to expressing things, which is quite chahave had charms for him, from the con- racteristic, and which often is displaysciousness which he felt of his powered in the most striking and clear exof investing it with unusual attrac- hibition of such characters, or serves tions; and, instead of confining his as they wish it, their favourite amuseobservations to such objects or occur- ment of ridicule. I have repeatedly rences only as are possessed of native followed a troop of these incurables dignity, it is the talent of Goethe to during a holiday excursion into the view with interest every variety of country, for the very purpose of stuhuman creatures, and apparently to dying and being amused by this tabe as much pleased when he is de- lent. It has also been my lot to have scribing the gypsies, and besom-sellers seen individuals who originally had and hawkers of Dutch toys, and ven- belonged to the lower rank of life, ders of grease for cart-wheels, and but whom favourable accidents had finally the stage-doctors and mounter afterwards raised to respectability and banks of a German country fair, as distinction, and who yet retained a when he is dissecting and exhibiting, perfect command of all their former in the finest preparation of poetry, acquisitions in the style I have been those many convolutions and hid- describing; and I can assure you, den strings of the human heart or that I have heard ludicrous scenes in fancy, the illustration of which gives common and vulgar life, depicted with such an unspeakable charm to his a force, and exhibited with a drollery Torquato Tasso, or his Faust. by persons of this description, which In reading some of these descrip- are not given with greater power
, tions of vulgar and familiar life, as though no doubt with greater skill in they are given in the exquisitely imic language, and a more becoming attative language of this author, Í con- tention to rule, in the works of the fess, that I have frequently been re- great author whose miscellaneous poeminded of a talent which, if I mis- try, by the character of some of its take not, belongs in a greater degree pieces, has called forth these remarks
. to the generation of blackguards of I do not wish it to be understood, this our good town, than to those of however, by the unlearned reader, the same rank in any other country of that all the miscellaneous pieces of Europe ; and as we have heard a vast Goethe are of this pature. I have aldeal, during some past years, of the ready said, that along with these more literature and science, and intellec- familiar pieces, there are many little tual accomplishments of the great poems in the volume, which the aumen of this metropolis, and have read thor of the Elements of the Philososome faming descriptions of the un- phy of the Human Mind, or any rivalled skill with which her Univer- tasteful lecturer upon that subject
, sity is conducted, and have seen her might transfuse with much effect inboldly claiming the palm of pre-cmi- to his public disquisitions. Besides nence from any rival establishment of these, there are also several exquisite our southern neighbours, permit me, pieces of a lyrical character, and in a Mr Editor, to remind your readers, strain almost peculiar to Goethe. In for a moment, of the vast quantity of these the author has carried forward fine talent of another description, a fine but distinct allegory, in such a which seems native to soine of our way, that the most common underfellow citizens, of whom Reviews, standing can follow his meaning, and Magazines, and Supplements, and while, at the same time, the thought is Descriptive Tours, take little notice. possessed of an elevation and richness Every person who has had the sad that fit it for conveying delight to the duty imposed on him of witnessing most accomplished mind. Among the conversation of the most worth these pieces may be classed the Song less of our town's folk, and especially of Mahomet, in which the progress of those young men whose chief oc- of that heretic, from the obscurity cupation it is to patrole the streets of and peace of his infant days, to that our metropolis, filching wearables, overboding extent of power which his
name has at last obtained, is compared, with great effect, to the course of a mountain brook, which rises at first Wanderer. A blessing on thy youth,
sweet dame, among rocks and wild woods, and which, after dashing over precipices, And on the lovely youngling's head, and gliding majestically through val That's pillowed on thy breast.
Here, where this rock in boary majesty leys, and receiving the tribute of ten
Raises its cliffs—beneath this elm tree's thousand hundred streams in its course,
shade at last gives its name to provinces and Oh let me lay my tiresome burden down, kingdoms, and forms a characteristic
By thy sweet side to rest. girdle to everlasting mountains. The Woman. Why through the sultry day's ode, entitled, To my Goddess, in long hours, which the author has finely personi. And through the dust that clouds each fied Phantasy, is another exquisite public way, piece of the same kind, and though Bear'st thou thy burden with such anxious
haste ? different in many respects from Ben Jonson's admired ode on the same
From the far city to this inland vale subject, yet strongly reminds us of Bring'st thou those wares that housewife's
hearts delight? the following beautiful lines of that
Nay, laugh not, stranger, at my simple author :
thought. Break, phantasie, from thy cave of cloud,
Wan. Not from the city with those And spread thy purple wings;
much-prized wares Now all thy figures are allowed,
Come I to search this far and inland scene. And various shape of things :
The evening now is cool Create of airy forms a stream,
Shew me, good dame, the clear and trickIt must have blood, and nonght of phlegm, ling stream, And though it be a waking dreani, From whose pure waters thou art wont at Chor. Yet let it like an odour rise,
To fetch the needful draught. To all the senses here,
Wom. This lovely path, 'midst thickly And fall like sleep upon their eyes,
twisted boughs, Or music in their ear.
Leads from the rocky mound on which we
sit, Perhaps, however, the best of these light lyrical pieces is that entitled A
By secret windings, to my quiet cot,
And to my crystal well. Journey to the Hartz during Winter,
Wan. I go-lo, here are traces of some in which human life is viewed, as it artist's hand, were, from the elevation of those high Whose skill has long since vanished. mountains, and its various paths are Nature, that clothes the earth with thoulikened to the different situations and sand charms, difficulties which, a journey amidst Thus fashions not her works. swamps and rocks, and long desolate Wom. Pursue thy way yet farther. moorlands, and occasional intervening Wan. An architrave, with weeds and woods, and picturesquely fringed ra
moss o'ergrown, vines, would present.
Here peeps upon my right. There are also some pieces which Yes, I am sure that now my way has led, do not fall under any of the descrip
Where human genius, with its forming
skill, tions already given. The following Upon the stones and hoary ruins round, reminds us very strongly of some of Has placed its signet. the simplest lays of our Lake School, Wom. Go farther still. but it is very pleasingly versified in Wan. Beneath my steps a stone in. the original, and presents altogether a
scribed appeais, scene which most minds given to ob. But time has nearly worn the legend out. servation have seen exemplified in
- 'Tis quite illegible. life
. It is intended to represent the Words deep engraved that sought, the indifferent objects which engage differ
scriber's thought, ent minds, in different situations of
To bear to future times, life
, and the curiously contrasted feels Are now all vanished. ings with which the same objects are
Wom. Art thou astonished, stranger, at
these stones ? viewed by an inquisitive and culti
--Around my cot, that decks the upland vated understanding, and by one con slope, fined to the daily drudgery of house Are many morc, covered with mould
Wan. How far have I to seek ? And when thy opening beauty is gone by, Wom. Somewhat to the left thy course Oh may a heavenly harvest of good deeds pursue
Give grace and majesty to thy last days. Among the tangled bushes, where they Wom. My blessing for thy care,--and spread
does my babe yet sleep! Their breathing blossoms.
Nought have I in my cot to bless this Wan. By all in heaven or earth that's draught lovely,
But a poor morsel of our household bread. A Temple's ruins !
Wan. My thanks, sweet dame-how Wom. There thy steps will reach
lovely and how green The crystal well from which sweet draughts Is now this sunny spot on which the sun I bring
Sheds his departing rays. To cool the summer's heat.
Wom. My husband from the field will Wan. O Genius, what a holy influence soon return, breathes
Oh, stranger, stay, and of our frugal supper Over the spot where thy remains are laid ; Receive a share.
Thy choicest works in ruins deck thy Wan. Is this thy cot ?
Wom. Beside these ruined walls
Looks smiling o'er the wreck. From the waste ruins which thou seest Wom. Stop, stranger, till from out mycot around; I bring the bowl to quench thy burning And ere he died, within my nursing arms, thirst.
He saw me happy as the bride of one Wan. The glossy ivy shrouds, in its Who ploughs the neighbouring fields.
My babe has now from out his sleep aThis image of the virgin ;
waked, How these kindred columns from the ruin And seeks the joy of active playfulnessRaise their smooth stems upright !
Thou little rogue ! And there the sculptured image of a Nun, Wan. Oh, Nature, uniform and good Her sombre head, with hoary, moss adorn
in all thy worksed,
To all thy varied children, thou preparest Looks sadly o'er the strewed and broken Their proper dwelling place. limbs
The swallow on the high and polished Of kindred saints that crowd this tangled cornice shade.
Fixes her pendent nest, Oh, is it thus, with dust and moss embalm- Unconscious of the lovely work she soils
Around the blooming twig the caterpillar That her best masterpieces Nature leaves Hangs up her winter dwelling;
And thou, o man, fixest thy humble cot In utter negligence ?
Amidst the ruins of a gaudier age, And does she thus with thistles strew the And thoughtlessly pursuest thy loves and place
joys That should have been preserved with 'Mid scenes that are but graves of those holiest care,
that were. Her inmost sanctuary?
Wom. Wilt thou not stay ? Wom. How soft the infant sleeps ! Wan. God bless thee, and with long Wilt thou, kind stranger, to my cot repair, life, Thy wearied limbs to rest ?
Prosper thy child
Winds its long traces ?
Wom. To Cuma's shady grottoes.
Wan. How far are these? Sleep, darling, sleep, and blessed be thy Wom. Three miles or more.
Wan. Fare thee well. Wan. Sweet is his infant sleep 0, Nature, lead my steps, How soft the breath that from his healthy My wandering steps, which over graves I frame
plant; Stirs the bright scarlet of his moving lips. Lead me in life to some well sheltered spot, Oh may the spirit of departed days Where rising hills shut out the chilly Breathe ever on thy head, blest youth,
north, That hallowed inspiration which it pours And poplars wave their light and limber Upon its chosen votaries.
leaves Like a bright blossom of the early spring, To every glance of the warm noontide sun; May thy first years breathe only peace and And when at evening, from my long som