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OPINIONS OF CÆSAR, CROMWELL, MILTON, AND BUONAPARTE. No person has a better right than Lord to the exclusion of all the rest. This was wanting rougham to speak contemptuously of Cæsar, of romwell, and of Milton. Cæsar was the purest ad most Attic writer of his country, and there is trace of intemperance, in thought or expreson, throughout the whole series of his hostilities. le was the most generous friend, he was the most acable enemy; he rose with moderation, and he il with dignity. Can we wonder then at Lord rougham's unfeigned antipathy and assumed ntempt? Few well-educated men are less able › deliver a sound opinion of style than his lordip; and perhaps there are not many of our conmporaries who place a just value on Cæsar's, issimilar as it is in all its qualities to what they rn over on the sofa-table. There is calmness, ere is precision, there is a perspicuity which LOWS objects in their proper size and position, ere is strength without strain, and superiority ithout assertion. I acknowledge my preference his style, and he must permit me to add icero's, to that which he considers the best of all, amely his own; and he must pardon me if I tertain an early predilection for easy humour er hard vulgarity, and for graceful irony over tractable distortion. I was never an admirer, en in youth, of those abrupt and splintery sennces, which, like many coarse substances, sparkle ly when they are broken, and are looked at only their sharpnesses and inequalities. Cæsar and Cromwell are hung up in the same cker basket, as an offering to the warrior God our formidable Celt's idolatry. Cromwell was stitute of all those elegancies which adorned e Roman dictator, but he alone possessed in an ual degree all those which ensure the constancy Fortune. Both were needful: one against an just and reckless aristocracy, whose leader had clared that he would follow up the steps of lla, and cover the fields of Italy with slaughter; other, to rescue the most religious and most nscientious of his countrymen from the persetion of an unchristian and intolerant episcopacy; d the bravest friends of ancient freedom, from ture, from mutilation, and from solitude and ath in pestilential gaols. Were such the deeds Charles? Yes; but before an infallible church d commanded us to worship him among the rtyrs. Among? no, not among; above; and

as the finishing stroke of our Reformation. And was Cromwell then pure? Certainly not; but he began in sincerity; and he believed to the last that every accession of power was an especial manifestation of God's mercy. Fanaticism hath always drawn to herself such conclusions from the Bible. Power made him less pious, but more confident. God had taken him by the hand at first, and had now let him walk by himself: to show how he could walk, he strode. Religion, in the exercise of power, is more arbitrary, more intolerant, and more cruel than monarchy; and the sordid arrogance of Presbyterianism succeeded to the splendid tyranny of Episcopacy. The crosier of Laud was unbroken: those who had been the first in cursing it, seized and exercised it: it was to fall in pieces under the sword of Cromwell. To him alone are we indebted for the establishment of religious liberty. If a Vane and a Milton have acknowledged the obligation, how feeble were the voices of all men living, if the voices of all men living were raised against it. Of our English rulers Oliver holds the next place to Alfred; and it would be unjust and ignominious to station him merely on a level with the most intelligent, the most energetic, and the most patriotic, of succeeding kings. He did indeed shed blood; but the blood he shed was solely for his country, although without it he never would have risen to the Protectorate. The same can not be said of Cæsar; nor of that extraordinary personage whom some of his flatterers place beside, and some before him.

The first campaigns of Buonaparte were admirably conducted, and honour and glory in the highest degree are due to him for abstaining from the plunder of Italy. It would be ungenerous to seize the obvious idea that, by his vivid imagination, he probably saw in the land of his forefathers his future realm, without any such hope regarding France, and was desirous of winning those golden opinions which bear so high an interest. But Egypt seems to be the country in which the renown of conquerors is destined to be tarnished. The latent vices of the Persian, of the Macedonian, of Pompey, of Julius, of Antonius, of Octavius, shot up here and brought forth fruits after their kind. It was here also that the eagle eye of

He soon grew restless with peace, and uneasy under the weight of his acquisitions. No public man, not Pitt himself, ever squandered such prodigious means so unprofitably. Anxious to aggrandise his family, could he not have given the whole of Italy to one brother, leaving Spain as his privy purse in the hands of its imbecile Bourbon? Could he not have given Poland and Polish Prussia to the King of Saxony, and have placed an eternal barrier between France and Russia? The Saxon dominions, with Prussian Silesia, would have recompensed Austria for the cession of the Venetian territories on the west of the Tagliamento. I do not suggest these practicabilities as fair dealings toward nations: I suggest them only as suitable to the interests of Napoleon, who shook and threw nations as another gamester shakes and throws dice. Germany should have been broken up into its old Hanse towns and small principalities.

Buonaparte was befilmed; here forty thousand of the best troops in the world were defeated under his guidance, and led captive after his desertion. He lost Haiti, which he attempted to recover by force; he lost Spain, which he attempted to seize by perfidy. And what generosity or what policy did he display with Toussaint l'Ouverture or with Ferdinand? Imprisonment and a miserable death befell the braver. Is there a human heart that swells not at the deliberate murder of the intrepid and blameless Hofer? I say nothing of Palm; I say nothing of D'Enghein; even in such atoms as these he found room enough for the perpetration of a crime. They had indeed friends to mourn for them; but they were not singly worth whole nations. Their voices did not breathe courage into ten thousand breasts; children were not carried into churches to hear their names uttered with God's; if they had virtues, those virtues perished with them; Hofer's will ring eternally on every mountain and irradiate every mine of With such arrangements, all feasible at one time Tyrol; Universal Man, domestic, political, and or other, France would have been unassailable. Inreligious, will be the better for him. When he stead of which, her ruler fancied it necessary to was led to slaughter in Mantua, some of those make an enemy of Russia. Had it been so, he Italian soldiers who had followed Buonaparte in might have profited by the experience of all who his earliest victories, shed tears. The French had ever invaded the interior of that country. The themselves, from the drummer on the platform to extremities of the Muscovite empire are easily the governor in the citadel, thought of the cause broken off, by lying at so great a distance from the that first united them in arms, and knew that it trunk; added to which, they all are grafts, imperwas Hofer's. Buonaparte could no more pardon fectly granulated on an uncongenial stock, and bravery in his enemy than cowardice in his sol- with the rush-bound cement fresh and friable dier. No expression was too virulent for Hofer, about them. Moscow never could be long retained for Sir Sydney Smith, or for any who had foiled by any hostile forces; subsistence would be perhim. He spoke contemptuously of Kleber, mali-petually cut off and carried away from them by ciously of Hoche: he could not even refrain from an unmanly triumph on the death of the weak Moreau. If this is greatness, he certainly did not inherit it from any great man on record. Sympathy with men at large is not among their attributes, but sympathy with the courageous and enterprising may be found in all of them, and sometimes a glance has fallen from them so low as on the tomb of the unfortunate. The inhumanity of Napoleon was certainly not dictated by policy, whose dictates, rightly understood, never point in that direction. It is unnecessary to discuss what instruction he received in his military school, after which he had small leisure for any unconnected with his profession. And so little was his regard for literature in others, that he drove out of France the only person in that country* who had attained any eminence in it. His Catechism was adapted to send back the rising generation to the middle ages.

But let us consider that portion of his policy which he studied most, and on which he would have founded his power and looked forward to the establishment of his dynasty. He repudiated the woman who attached to him the best of all parties, by the sweetness of her temper and the activity of her beneficence; and he married into the only family proscribed by the prejudices of his nation.

* Madame de Stael.

hostile tribes, assailing and retreating as necessity might demand, and setting fire to the harvests and the forests. The inhabitants of that city, especially the commercial body and the ancient nobility, would have rejoiced at the demolition of Petersburg. which nothing could prevent, the ports of the Baltic being in the hands of Buonaparte, and Dantzic containing stores of every kind, sufficient for an army the most numerous that ever marched upon the earth. For the Asiatic have contained, in all ages, less than a fifth of fighting men, the rest being merchants, husbandmen, drovers, artisans, and other followers of the camp. The stores had been conveyed by the coast, instead of employ ing two-thirds of the cavalry; and the King of Sweden had been invited to take possession of a fortress (for city there would have been none) protecting a province long under his crown, and reluctantly torn away from it. No man ever yet obtained the lasting renown of a consummate general, who committed the same mistakes as had been committed in the same position by those before him; who suffered great reverses by great improvidence; who never rose up again after one discomfiture; or who led forth army upon army fruitlessly. Napoleon, in the last years of his sovranty, fought without aim, vanquished without glory, and perished without defeat.

Did Gustavus Adolphus, did Frederick, did Washington, ever experience a great reverse by

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ommitting a great imprudence? For on this ever brief and hollow the advantages of their nain question rests the solid praise of general- success, our admiration is not due to those whose hip. Buonaparte, after affronting every potentate resources were almost inexhaustible, and which f every dimension by the rudeness of his nature nothing but profligate imprudence could exhaust, nd the insolence of his domination, left to every but to those who resisted great forces with means ne of them sufficient power to retaliate. Surely apparently inadequate, such as Kosciusko and e must have read his Machiavelli upside-down! Hofer, Hannibal and Sertorius, Alexander and Iking should never be struck unless in a vital Cæsar, Charles of Sweden and Frederick of art. Cromwell, with many scruples, committed Prussia. Above all these, and indeed above all ot this mistake: Buonaparte, with none, com- princes, stands high Gustavus Adolphus; one of itted it. The shadow of Cromwell's name whose armies in the space of six weeks had seen verawed the most confident and haughty. He the estuary of the Elbe and the steeples of timidated Holland, he humiliated Spain, and Vienna; another, if a fever had not wasted it on e twisted the supple Mazarine, the ruler of the Lake of Como, would within less time have 'rance, about his finger. All those nations had chaunted Luther's Hymn in St. Peter's. But hen attained the summit of their prosperity; all none of these potentates had attempted the downere unfriendly to the rising power of England; fall or the disgrace of England. Napoleon, on the Il trembled at the authority of that single man contrary, stood at the head of that confederacy ho coerced at once her aristocracy, her priest- whose orators were consulting the interests of ood, and her factions. No agent of equal potency France in the British parliament. He has left to nd equal moderation had appeared upon earth the most turbulent and unprincipled of them a efore. He walked into a den of lions and scourged very memorable lesson. The schoolmaster is hem growling out: Buonaparte was pushed into abroad in the guise of Buonaparte. He reminds menagerie of monkeys, and fainted at their them how, when his hands were full, they dropped rimaces. His brother's bell and Oudinot's grena- what they held by grasping at what they could iers frightened them off, and saved him. Meteors not hold: how he made enemies of those who ok larger than fixed stars, and strike with more might have been neutrals or friends: how he was dmiration the beholder. Those who know not driven out by weaker men than himself: and how that they are, call them preternatural. They he sank at last the unpitied victim of disappointed enerate in Buonaparte what they would ridicule ambition. Lord Brougham will not allow us to a gipsy on the road-side; his lucky and un- contemplate greatness at our leisure: he will not acky days, his ruling star, his ascendant. They allow us indeed to look at it for a moment. end over his emetic with gravity, and tell us that Cæsar must be stript of all his laurels and left oison has no power over him. Nevertheless, the bald, or some rude soldier with bemocking gesery men who owed their fortunes to him found tures must be thrust before his triumph. If he im incompetent to maintain them in security. fights, he does not know how to hold his sword; n the whole of Europe there was one single great if he speaks, he speaks vile Latin. I wonder that an opposed to him, wanting all the means of Cromwell fares no better; if, signal as were his absistence for an army, and thwarted in all his earlier services to his country, he lived a hypocrite ndeavours by those for whose liberation he and he died a traitor. Milton is indeed less parught. His bugles on the Pyrenees dissolved donable. He adhered through good report and he trance of Europe. He showed the world that through evil report (and there was enough of ilitary glory may be intensely bright without both) to those who had asserted liberty of conhe assumption of sovranty, and that history is science, and who alone were able to maintain it. est occupied with it when she merely transcribes is orders and despatches. Englishmen will always refer the true and modest to the false and merericious and every experienced eye will estimate Vatican fresco more highly than a staircase I shall make only a few remarks on his English, ransparency. Rudeness, falsehood, malignity, and a few preliminary on the importance of style ad revenge, have belonged in common to many in general, which none understood better than he. reat conquerors, but never to one great man. The greater part of those who are most ambitious fromwell had indulged in the least vile of these; of it are unaware of all its value. Thought does at on his assumption of power he recollected not separate man from the brutes; for the brutes hat he was a gentleman. No burst of rage, no think: but man alone thinks beyond the moment ally of ribaldry, no expression of contemptuous- and beyond himself. Speech does not separate ess, was ever heard from the Lord Protector. He them; for speech is common to all perhaps, more ould subdue or conciliate or spell-bind the mas- or less articulate, and conveyed and received er-spirits of his age: but it is a genius of a far through different organs in the lower and more lifferent order that is to seize and hold Futurity: t must be such a genius as Shakspeare's or Milon's. No sooner was Cromwell in his grave, than ill he had won for himself and for his country ranished. If we must admire the successful, how

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But an angry cracked voice is now raised against that eloquence

"Of which all Europe rang from side to side."

inert. Man's thought, which seems imperishable, loses its form, and runs along from proprietor to impropriator, like any other transitory thing, unless it is invested so becomingly and nobly that no successor can improve upon it, by any new fashion

endowed with the same might and majesty. Even in his Treatise on Divorce, where the Bible was most open to him for quotations, and where he might be the most expected to recur to the grave and antiquated, he has often employed, in the midst of theological questions and juridical formularies, the plainest terms of his contemporaries. Even his arguments against prelacy, where he rises into poetry like the old prophets, and where his ardent words assume in their periphery the rounded form of verse, there is nothing stiff or constrained. I remember a glorious proof of this remark, which I believe I have quoted before, but no time is lost by reading it twice.

"... But when God commands to take the trumpet,
And blow a dolorous or thrilling blast,

It rests not with man's will what he shall say,
Or what he shall conceal.”

Was ever anything more like the inspiration it
refers to? Where is the harshness in it? where is
the inversion?

or combination. For want of dignity or beauty, | in our days, if indeed any writer in our days were many good things are passed and forgotten; and much ancient wisdom is over-run and hidden by a rampant verdure, succulent but unsubstantial. It would be invidious to bring forward proofs of this out of authors in poetry and prose, now living or lately dead. A distinction must, however, be made between what falls upon many, like rain, and what is purloined from a cistern or a conduit belonging to another man's house. There are things which were another's before they were ours, and are not the less ours for that; not less than my estate is mine because it was my grandfather's. There are features, there are voices, there are thoughts, very similar in many; and when ideas strike the same chord in any two with the same intensity, the expression must be nearly the same. Let those who look upon style as unworthy of much attention, ask themselves how many, in proportion to men of genius, have excelled in it. In all languages, ancient and modern, are there ten prose-writers at once harmonious, correct, and energetic? Harmony and correctness are not uncommon separately, and force is occasionally with each; but where, excepting in Milton, where, among all the moderns, is energy to be found always in the right place? Even Cicero is defective here, and sometimes in the most elaborate of his orations. In the time of Milton it was not customary for men of abilities to address to the people at large what might inflame their passions. The appeal was made to the serious, to the well-informed, to the learned, and was made in the language of their studies.geon. He found their society uncongenial to him, The phraseology of our Bible, on which no subsequent age has improved, was thought to carry with it solemnity and authority; and even when popular feelings were to be aroused to popular interests, the language of the prophets was preferred to the language of the vulgar. Hence, amid the complicated antagonisms of war there was more austerity than ferocity. The gentlemen who attended the court avoided the speech as they avoided the manners of their adversaries. Waller, Cowley, and South, were resolved to refine what was already pure gold, and inadvertently threw into the crucible many old family jewels, deeply enchased within it. Eliot, Pym, Selden, and Milton, reverenced their father's house, and retained its rich language unmodified. Lord Brougham would make us believe that scarcely a sentence in Milton is easy, natural, and vernacular. Nevertheless, in all his dissertations, there are many which might appear to have been written

The style usually follows the conformation of the mind. Solemnity and stateliness are Milton's chief characteristics. Nothing is less solemn, less stately, less composed, or less equable, than Lord Brougham's. When he is most vivacious, he shows it by twitches of sarcasm; and when he springs highest, it is from agony. He might have improved his manner by recurring to Shaftesbury and Bolingbroke, equally discontented politicians: but there was something of high breeding in their attacks, and more of the rapier than of the blud

and trundled home in preference the sour quartercask of Smollett. Many acrid plants throw out specious and showy flowers; few of these are to be found in his garden. What then has he! I will tell you what he has more various and greater talents than any other man ever was adorned with, who had nothing of genius and little of discretion. He has exhibited a clear compendious proof, that a work of extraordinary fiction may be elaborated in the utter penury of all those qualities which we usually assign to imagination. Between the language of Milton and Brougham there is as much difference as between an organ and a bagpipe. One of these instruments fills, and makes to vibrate, the amplest, the loftiest, the most venerable edifices, and accords with all that is magnificent and holy; the other is followed by vile animals in fantastical dresses and antic gestures, and surrounded by the clamorous and disorderly.

A STORY OF SANTANDER.

DON LUIS CABEZA-DE-MORO was a widower, with two sons, Antonio and Ignacio. His younger brother, named also Ignacio, had married a rich heiress in the island of Cuba. Both parents died, leaving an only daughter, seven years old, to the guardianship of Don Luis, and intimating a wish,

and providing by will and testament, that Iñes in due time should espouse her cousin Ignacio.

Don Luis was rejoiced at the injunction: for he disliked his elder son from the cradle. This was remarkable; especially as his lady, the Doña Pedrila, had continued long without offspring,

and Antonio was her first-born. Beside which, there were mysteries, and signs, and tokens, such as ought to have taught him better. His whole household were amazed, and edified, and awed, at the result of supplications which, after four years of fruitless marriage, had produced this blessing: and the Moor's head, the blazon of the family, was displayed by them, with greater pride than ever, in the balcony of the ancient mansion-house. About a year before this event, an Irish ensign had entered the service of Spain. Leave of absence was given him to visit his maternal uncle, the dean of Santander, near which city was the residence of Don Luis. Subsequently, Doña Pedrila saw him so often, and was so impressed by his appearance, that it was reported in the family, and the report was by no means discouraged by the dean, that Ensign Lucius O'Donnell, now entitled Don Lucio, had been dreamt of by Doña Pedrila, not once only, or occasionally, but on the three successive vigils of the three glorious saints who were more especially the patrons of the house. Under the impression of these dreams, there was a wonderful likeness of the infant to Don Lucio, which Don Luis was the first to perceive, and the last to communicate. It extended to the colour of the hair and of the eyes. Surely it ought to have rendered a reasonable man more pious and paternal, but it produced quite a contrary effect. He could hardly endure to hear the three glorious saints mentioned; and, whenever he uttered their names, he elongated the syllables with useless emphasis and graceless pertinacity. Moreover, in speaking of the child to its numerous admirers, he swore that the creature was ugly and white-blooded. Within two more years, Doña Pedrila bore another son to him, and died. This son, Ignacio, came into the world a few months before his cousin Iñes, and the fathers were confident that the union of two such congenial names would secure the happiness of the children, and of their posterity.

Before Antonio had completed quite eleven years, he was sent for his education to Salamanca, hot as a collegian, but as a pupil under an old officer, a friend of Don Luis, who, being somewhat studious, had retired to end his days in that city. Here the boy, although he made no unsatisfactory progress in polite literature, engaged more willingly with his tutor in manly exercises, Ekewise in singing and playing on the guitar. He was never invited home for three entire years; but Ignacio, who was of the mildest temper and kindest disposition, remembering the playfulness and fondness of Antonio, united his entreaties with those of Iñes, that he might return. Don Lais, in reply, threw a leg over a knee.

"Uncle," said Iñes," he cannot ride on that knee all the way from Salamanca; send my mule for him, saddle, bridle, and ropes, and the little bit of gilt leather for the crupper, from the shrine of blessed St. Antonio, his patron, no less than the patron of mules and horses. Ignacio says we must have him, and have him we will, if prayers

and masses go for anything. Can not we sing? can not we play? What would you wish for his studies? heresy, magic, freemasonry, chemistry, necromancy? We want him, dear uncle; we want him sadly with us. You always give us what we ask for in reason. Come now, a kiss, uncle! and then the mule out of the stable. Come; we will help you to write the letter, as you are somewhat out of practice, and I know how to fold one up, after a trial or two."

No one could resist this appeal: Antonio was sent for; he returned in raptures. On his first entrance, the lively eyes of Iñes, full of curiosity, were bent toward him; but he regarded her not; he threw his arms round Ignacio, lifted him off the ground, set him down again, gazed on his face, and burst suddenly into tears.

"Ignacio, my Ignacio, how light you are! how thin! how pallid! how weak!”

Don Luis looked on, and muttered something inaudible. Antonio, fearful of having offended his worthy genitor by neglect of duty, sprang from his dejection, clasped the waist of Don Luis, and then falling at his feet, asked his blessing. Don Luis, with bitter composure, prayed the three saints to bestow it, as they might well do, he said, on the young Señor Don Antonio now before them. The boy kissed his hand and thanked him fervently; and now, in his inconsiderate joyousness, another spring forward; but he stopped in the midst of it, and instead of running up at once to Iñes, who bit her lip and pinched her veil, he turned again to Ignacio, and asked him in a whisper whether cousins were forced to kiss, after an absence of only three years?

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'Certainly not," replied Ignacio. But Iñes came up, and pouting a little, gave him her hand spontaneously, and helped him moreover to raise it to his lips, saying, as he blushed at it, "You simpleton! you coward!"

Antonio bore simpleton pretty well; coward amused him, and gave him spirit; he seized her hand afresh, and kept it within his, although she pushed the other against his breast; the little hand, with its five arches of pink polished nails half hidden in his waistcoat, the little hand sprouting forth at him, soft and pulpy as that downy bud which swells and bursts into the vine-leaf.

Antonio never saw in her any other object than the betrothed of his brother, and never was with her so willingly as with him. Nor indeed did Iñes care much about Antonio, but wished he could be a little more attentive and polite, and sing in a chamber as willingly as in a chesnut-tree. After six weeks, Don Luis observed that Antonio was interrupting the studies of Ignacio, and neglecting his own. Accordingly he was sent back to Salamanca, where he continued five whole years without recall. At this time the French armies had invaded Spain: the old officer, Don Pablo Espinosa, who directed the studies of Antonio, wrote to his father that the gallant youth, now in his twentieth year, desired to be enrolled in the regiment of the province, next to himself, as a

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