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flower is white; and the fruit is a also confessed to have been written in small red berry. I cannot agree with haste, indeed in a less period than a your correspondent, in supposing month, though there is no indication that Johnson used the expression of this haste in the composition or figuratively; for, when we consider execution. The book must be allowthat his vision was defective, that his ed to be respectable, (excellent crilife was metropolitan, and his taste tic!) and may be perused, even after no way directed towards nature in Celebs, (generous concession !), withany of her works, it is extremely out exciting fastidiousness. The auprobable that he was totally ignorant of thor seems calculated for higher what the laurel was, and wrote about things, and in this particular to have it from books rather than from inspec- bastily taken up time which might tion.
have been better and more effectually I remain, Sir,
employed." Yours, &c.
Now, Sir, in their number for Fe.
P.P. bruary, 1810, p. 187, they review Riegate, Dec. 20, 1810.
this same book again, the fourth edi. tion of it; instigated thereto, it seems, in consequence of “a violent remona
strance from a correspondent, coupled The BRITISH Critic and NUBILIA. with some observations dropped in For the Universal Magazine.
private society and this second edi
tion of their opinion runs thus : Sir,
" We have read the book with N the eleventh volume of the Uni- careful attention. A heavy task in. p. 308, a correspondent detected and of empty declamations was never enexposed a shameful instance of tergi- countered. The author is extremely versation in the conductors of the ambitious of being original, but is British Critic: such an instance, as so very seldom. He is, we proought, one might suppose, have ren. nounce, VERY YOUNG AND VERY CONdered them more circumspect for the current. He has no style, but an futuro?. But it did no such thing, as endless effusion of sounding words, the following will prove :
sometimes incorrect, which, when In their number for August, 1809, he would raise them to sublimity, p. 187, they gave the following criti- fall into blank verses; one of the cism upon Nubilia in Search of a strongest proofs of a want of style. Husland. I shall quote it word for
His rant against social worword.
ship (hinc illa lacryme!) compared “ It is not certain that the author with solitary meditation, is equally will not be offended* with our plac- foolish. ing his book in the class of novels, “ At the same time, there are good because he tells us it has no title to things in this book. (I am ashamed the name.
What we have done, to copy their praise now, but will go however, we have done. (Really! on) His arguments in chap. 3, who would have suspected such a against conversational politics, is adtruth, if they had not been told it?) mirable, (and yet, the book a tedi. The book is very sensibly written, and contains some interesting incidents and remarks: but the whole is
* “ The book is very sensibly writso very obviously founded on the re. ten, and contains some interesting
Vide first cent and popular publication of Mrs, incidents and remarks." Hannah More, and indeed is so ac
edition of their opinion. knowledged by the author himself ,
t." The author scems calculated that all praise of originality of contriv: for higher things.” Vide first edition,
fc. ance is immediately excluded. It is
i “ The work is confessed to have
been written in less than a month, but An harmonious, collocation of there is no indication of this haste in the words in this part of the sentence! composition or execution." Ibid.
ous tissue of empty declamations ! !)"
Seventh Scene. and his censure of the love of dispu- Adam ( solus). What is this uodetation is very just. But, on the other finable feeling which now pervades hand, his poetical opinions are brought me? I am become calm, now that in most absurdly : and his praise of my misery is risen to its height; or is Schiller's Robbers is such as never it possible that the misery of a morta! should be given to a piece of such can rise still higher? O thou cool abominable tendency. (Candid, im- and silent grave! receive the weary partial critics !!)
wanderer soon into thy peaceful lap, “ If this author, however, will and thou soul of my son Abel, among write with more care and delibera- the souls of men the purest, if thoa tion, and with a less impetuous de- now hoverest over thy father's grave, sire and conceit of originality, he ( then meet my soul when it starts may, sometime hence, produce a good from the darkened eye, or the falter. book. (Gentle souls ! how they strive ing lip. Ah! thou didst not die as I to encourage this “ young and con- shall die. Thrice a heavy sigh broke ceited author ! !"). We have said he from thy breast. Thou writheast in throughout, careless whether the thy blood, and slumbered in the arms writer be male or female. (What of death. courage!) It may be either." (What
Eighth Scene, I forbear, Sir, to indulge in any in
ADAM. Seth. vective against this mean and despica
Seth. I lave found Caiu; he lar op ble proceeding. It speaks for itself the ground outstretched. As he saw better than a hundred tongues could me he slowly raised himself, and esdo for it. I would truly suggest to the claimed, give me a draught from that wise and dignified, and learned, and fountain, give me one drop, or this candid conductors of this miscellany, instant I shall die. I gave him some the propriety of appending to each of water, and he drank; and I then intheir criticisms in future, some such farted to him thy commands. He notice as this :
ihen raised himself higher, and looked * We caution our readers not to me full in the face. He appeared as believe this opinion : in six months
if he wislied to weep, but alas! he we shall give another, and they can is my father, God will forgive him as
could not weep. Al last he saju, he I
he has forgiven me. Your obedient servant,
Adam, it is enough. Chapter Coffee House, X. X.
Seth. I rejoice to see thee so tranDec 7, 1810.
quil, my father.
Adam. I am tranquil, my son. P.S. A friend has suggested to me Seth. I know not now what passes the problem, on which of the two within me. Am I strengthened by a occasions they read the book, or whe- superior power? | too on a sudden ther they read it at all ?
am become tranquil.
Adam. Let us distinguish if that
tranquillity be in our hearts, or if it THE DEATH OF ADAM. From
be only an emotion which passes like KLOPSTOCK
a morning mist. On thy return didst
tbou behold the sun? (Concluded from page 187.]
Seth. It was enveloped in clouds, Sixth Scene.
yet it was not wholly obscured. If
my eye did not deceive me, it was Adam. Setii.
bending fast to its setting. Adam. DEEPLY has he agitated Adan. Bending fast? Look, mi my soul. Follow bim Seth, he is my son, if the clouds be pot yet disperseil, son; seek him out, and tell him, that and tell me if thou seest thy mother. he has not committed any violence on the terrors of death again environ his father, and that I forgive him; but me. Owoe! if I should never behold remind him not, that tliis day is the her again. Shall I call her? or shall day of my death.
I exclude her from my but?
take which they remain, Sir,
Seth. The clouds are not dispersed, never comes alone. She is always atnor do I see my mother.
tended by her children. It is she-it Adam. What shall I do? In his is she. my heart-my burthened hands I will leave it. Who gave the heart, what are now thy feelings? I sun its course, and who gave his or- will hasten away and conceal myself. ders to the angel of death, his will I will summon all the powers of a mao be done! Seth, my son, my first to bear this trying scene. born, (for Cain has cursed me, and Abel is no more) when thou art grown
THIRD Act. old and grey, and thy children's chil.
First Scene. dren, and ihe children of my grand Eve and Selima (from different children are gathered together around
sides). thee, and ask of thee, Didst thou behold our father Adam die? and when
Sclima. Oh! my wretched mother he died ? what said our father Adam approaches. I cannot support her
Jook. to thee? Then, my son, do thou answer, (my heart breaks whilst I tell
Ere. Every thing is here so lonely. it thee) then answ a them. On the Where is Adam? Where is Seth
Where is Selima? () where are they evening of bis death, he reclined up. on me, and said, Ah! my children, all ?--that I may relate to them all iny my curse is also become your curse;
joys; all the bliss which is this day it was I who brought it on you. He showered on me. Ol! I am the most who created me immortal gave me the happy of mothers. choice of life and death. I wished to
Second Scene. be more than immortal, and death was my choice. What weeping is
SETH. Eve. heard in the mountains ? What grief Seth (before Eve perceives him). O is heard in the vallies? The father my grief, be bushed. Assist me, ye has buried his daughter, the mother angels, to support her sight. her son; the children have buried Eoc., Welcome my son, Seth, thou their mother; the husband the wife; seest the happiest of mothers. Where the sis:er the brother; the friend is Adam ? He must share my joys ? weeps over the grave of the friend; Scth. Adam sleeps, my mother. the bridegroom over the tomb of the Eve. Where is he? Where does be bride. Avert not your eyes from my sleep? Let me awaken him, that I grave when you view it, nor curse ye may relate all the joy I feel. my bones. Have compassion on me, Seth. A few minutes are but elapsed my children, when ye see my grave, since he fell asleep. Awake him not, or when ye think of me. Have com- my mother. passion on me, nor curse ye the dead. Ece. Detain me not, my son. I must Yes, they will have compassion on me, awaken him, my happiness is so great. For God, who will become man, the Seth, No, my mother, disturb him hope and saviour of the human race, not. It was his last injunction that he he has taken compassion on me. Tell should not be awakened. them, without his aid I should have Eoc. He will not be able to sleep fallen under the terror of my death. long in the proximity of so many joys. (He seats himself on the altar close to He will awaken spontaneously: "Ah, his grave):
my son, I have found thy younger Seth. His head sinks stiffened down. brother: I have found my Sunim. Ah! is he dying? Adam, my father! In journeying to the huts of his bromy father! dost thou live, my father? ther, he lost his way, and for a long
Adam. Leave me, my son. It as- time he has been wonderfully preserva şuages the agony of death. It is my ed in a cavc; but he bimself shall relast sleep on earth.
late it to thy father. O, how will the Seth. How quickly he has fallen to heart of Sunim beat when he is again sleep. How soft are bis slumbers. I clasped in his father's arms. He is will cover his sainted head. Ah! I soon coming with the three mothers. will not curse thy bones, thou best of It was my wish, first to inform Adain fathers. O bow low the sun has set. of the joyful event,, that the joy in Who approaches there! My mother seeing i he infant on a sudden before him, might not affect him too niuch, Adam awakening). Troublesome and this day I ain to lead my Heman has been my sleep; it will be sweeter and my Selima to the bridal arbor. in the grave. Hast thou brought Se. Ye did not think, my children, that lima to me, my son ? Be not so deSunim would be present to bear the pressed, Selima, thy mother still bridal torch.
lives. Seth. () my beloved mother.
Eze. I am Rot, Selima. 0, Adam, Eve. Why, my son, dost thou re- thou wilt recognize my broken voice: gard me with such a serious eye. I am not Solima. Dost thou not join in the joy of ihy Adam. O, this is death indeed. mother?
Seth ( embracing Adam's knees). Seth. So many joys at once make My father, art thou dying? me serious.
Adam. Have the rocks fallen togeEve. I sec the mothers approaching. ther? I must go and waken Adam.
Seth. Not yet, my father. Seth (raising his hands to heaven.) Ece. Lead me to him, my son. (aside). O thou most miserable of Knowest thou me now, Adam. mothers, ( to Eve) Adam is not there Adam. I shoulè not know thee, did where thou seekest them,
I not hear thy voice. Eve. Where is he then, my son, Eve. Did not the angel of death when he sleeps ?
pronounce my name with tbine? Am Seth. By the altar.
í not to die with thee? It was always Ede. Sleeps Adam by the altar? my last resource; in my sorrowful Seth. He has there prepared hiin. bours, it was always my only courfort
, self a resting place, and there he will that I should die with thee. With for ever sleep.
Adam was I created, and with Adam Third Scene.
shall I not die?
Adam. ( thou most beloved of Eve. ADAM. SETH.
mortals; on this terrible day, thou Ete (withdrawing the covering from more beloved still. O Eve, thou cothe altar). Ah! it is his unconquerable created ! my eyes can no more behold grief for Abel? Why has he cover- thee, but they still can weep. Leare ed his ce my son? What cavity me, O leave me; death is more than have ye there been digging? Has death when I hear thy voice. Adam been in search of the bones of Seth ( aside). To crown this scene his son? The grief for Abel will be of woe, the mothers come. the death of Adam. Why dost thou Adam. What steps are they wbicb not answer me, my son ?
strike Seth. It is a grave, my mother. Scth. The three mothers and HeEve. Let me uot see the bones. man approach. Shew me not the bopes of my son; my heart would break were I to see
Fourth Scene. them.
The three mothers, with their sons Seth. There are no bones to shew Sunim from the one side, Selina and thee.
Heman from the other. Eve. Are they mouldered to dust? Selima. Now I will accompany you. Seth, my son, thy father's sleep is I will also enter. not composed; and these hands, o Heman. And I too, my Selima. Heaven ! these pale hands
No: I can scarcely credit what I have Seth (returning from the further heard. end.) Aside ) The sun approaches One of the Mothers. Come, Supim. the wood (to Evel. My mother I can Second Mother. What do my eyes no longer conceal it from thee (he behold? hides his face). It is Adaun's grave. The third Mother. Is that our fa He will die, ere the sun has set behind ther? the cedar wood. I myself have heard Adam. Go to them, my son Seth. the angel of death. He will return, Seth ( addressing himself to the Mr and soon-then will the rocks by the thers). Dreadful is the intelligence huts fall together and then- (Eve which I have to communicate. Exe falls on the opposite side of the altar). the sun has set behind the cedar wood,
Adam dies. An angel of death has but it only falls to shew me the plains appeared to bim, and he will appear of death. O, ye fixed eyes, look not again. The rocks will fall together; on me. Ye call for blood-blood of and then in his terrors will the angel the murdered. O, that those mouncome. Then Adam dies. Here is tains would cover it. O, that mother! his grave. O avert your looks, and she wrings her hands, and looks to behold not his grave.
Ideaven-anotber murdered youth. Adam. What voice is that which 'Thou wert her son. Look at that strikes upon my ear. I know it well, fractured skull-those smoking brains. yet cannot recognize the person. It Fly, Ay, my children-have compasis not one of the mothers, nor is it the sien on me-lead me, lead me, from voice of Selima, nor of Heman. this hateful spot.
Seth. Rejoice, then, once more in Seth. My heart will break. life, my father. It is sunim's voice. Adam. Is Seth, my son, so near to Thy son Sunim is found again. me. I heard thy voice, Seth. Oh! I
Adam. Will my son Seth deceive have slept so sweetly. me in my death, who never deceived Seth. O, ye angels, he smiles. me in my life? Know, my son, on Come, come Eve, come Heman and earth, there are no more joys for me. Selima, and thou Sunim. Come ye Seth. My father!
mothers, let us view his last smile; Adam. But why speaks not Sunim ? we are all here-bless us, my father. that I may hear his voice.
Adam. Come here, my children. Seth. His grief overpowers his Where ait thou, Seth, that I may speech.
place my right hand upon thee, and Adam. Then lead him to me, that I Aleman, my left upon thee. Come, may feel his locks, and touch his ye mothers, and bring your sons hicheeks.
ther. Eve bless your children with Adam (to Sunim, who embraces his me. (They kneel around him). knees). Thou art-thou art my Eve (who kneels the last). Thou 300 Sunim.
wilt also bless me, Adain? Sunim. I am Sunim.
Adam. Thou bas my blessing, Eve. Adun. Go to thy mother, my son. Follow me soon. Thou wert soon (Sunim goes to Eve).
created after me-thou mother of Eve. Go to thy brother, Seth; thou mankind-and, thou must soon die art motherless. (Sunim leans on after me.
Here is my grave. Seth).
Eve. There thou spokest like an Seth. O thou sentence of death, angel, Adain. which has been pronounced upon
Adam. This is my blessing, my thee. Raise thyself, my Sunim. My children this the blessing with which father now demands my care (to I bless the childıen of your children, Adam). My father! this is no day of and the whole race of man. May the forbearance, no day of silence; the God of your father, who of dust sun is almost set; the cedars already created inan, and who breathed into obscure it from our view. Give us him an immortal soul, and who has thy blessing, my father.
blessed and judged me, may he give Adam. Almost set, saidst thou, my to you the joys of the earth; and often son. Come, O death, come with all do ve remember that ye must die to thy terrors. I cannot bless you, my become again immortal. Be wise that children. De who created you will your hearts may be noble. Love one I cannot bless you, the another, for ye are brethren). Let
humanity and charity be your jor, All. Give us thy blessing, give us He is the greatest amongst you who is thy blessing.
the most bumane, and when the God Adam. I have no blessing. The of your father and your God calls you agony of death seizes on me. My from this nether world, raise your former life, with all its blissful days, eyes to Heaven-adore the Almighty, now rally on me. My former immor- and think that you were created-tbat tality; it is that which trembles in iny you are dust-and must to dust return. bones. Whither shall I be carried? In pronouncing these last words a holThe vejl falls from before my eyes, low sound is heard at a distance. UNIVERSAL MAG. VOL. XIV.
Curse is on me.