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CRITICISM. deed defenceless ! a. BULWER-LYTTONThe Lady of Lyons.

When I read rules of criticism I inquire Act IV. Sc. 1.

immediately after the works of the author

who has written them, and by that means Beyond the infinite and boundless reach discover what it is he likes in a composition. of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death, m. ADDISON--Guardian. No. 115. Art thou damn'd, Hubert. b. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3.

He was in Logic a great critic,

Profoundly skill'd in Analytic;
Foul deeds will rise, He could distinguish, and divide
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.
men's eyes.

n. BUTLER--Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. C. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.

Line 65. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, A man must serve his time to every trade, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch Save censure-critics all are ready made. our eye

Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by When capital crimes, chew'd swallow'd, and

rote, digested,

With just enough of learning to misquote; Appear before us?

A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault, Henry V. Act II. Sc. 2.

A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;

To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, If you bethink yourself of any crime

His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet; Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Solicit for it straight.

Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for e Othello. Act V. Sc. 2.

wit; 0. would the deed were good!

Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest, For now the devil, that told me, I did well,

| And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell,

0. BYRON-- English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. Line 63. . Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. There shall be done a deed of dreadful note.

As soon g. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.

Seek roses in December--ice in June,
The times have been

Hope, constancy in winà, or corn in chaff;

Believe a woman or an epitaph, That, when the brains were out, the man

Or any other thing that's false, before would die,

You trust in critics. And there an end; but now they rise again,

p. BYRON-- English Bards and Scotch With twenty mortal murders on their

Reviewers. Line 75. crowns, And push us from our stools.

A servile race h Macbeth Act III. Sc. 4.

Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; The villainy you teach me, I will execute;

Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, and it shall go hard but I will better the in

Bigots to Greece, and slaves to rusty rules. struction.

9. CHURCHILL-- The Rosciad. Line 183. i. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 1. |

But spite of all the criticizing elves,
Tremble thou wretch,

Those who would make us feel-must feel That has within thee undivulged crimes,

themselves. Unwhipp'd of justice.

r. CHURCHILL-- The Rosciad. Line 322. j. King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. Unnatural deeds

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds

They damn those authors whom they never

read. To their deaf pillows will discharge their

CHURCHILL-- The Candidate. Line 57. secrets. k. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part, Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end ? Nature in him was almost lost in art. 0, that the vain remorse which must chastise

COLLINS— Epistle to Sir Thomas Crimes done, had but as loud a voice to

Hanmer on his Edition of Shakspere. warn As its keen sting is mortal to avenge!

There are some critics so with spleen dis0, that the hour when present had cast off

eased, The mantle of its mystery, and shown

They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: The ghastly form with which it now returns And sure he must have more than mortal When its scared game is roused, cheering the

skill, hounds

Who pleases one against his will. Of conscience to their prey !

U. CONGREVE The Way of the World. I. SHELLEY- The Cenci. Act V. Sc. 1. |

Epilogue

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a.

I would beg the critics to remember, that It may be laid down as an almost universal Horace owed his favour and his fortune to rule that good poets are bad critics. the character given or him by Virgil and l. MACAULAY--Criticisms on the Principal Varus; that Fundamus and Pollio are still

Italian Writers. Dante. valued by what Horace says of them; and I that, in their golden age, there was a good

The opinion of the great body of the readunderstanding among the ingenious; and

ing public is very materially influenced even those who were the most esteemed, were the

by the unsupported assertions of those who best natured.

assume a right to criticise. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of

m. MACAULAY-- Mr. Robert Montgomery's Roscommon)- Preface to Horace's

Poems. Art of Poetry. To check young Genius' proud career, The press, the pulpit, and the stage,

The slaves, who now his throne invaded, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Made Criticism his prime Vizir, b. WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of

And from that hour his glories faded.
Roscommon)--Essay on Translated

n. MOORE-Genius and Criticism.

Verse. Line 7. Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, It is much easier to be critical than to bo Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost. correct.

0. POPE--Essay on Criticism. Line 522. C. DISRAELI (Earl of Beaconsfield)Speech in House of Commons.

And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Jan'y 24, 1860.

Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have

made. The most noble criticism is that in which p. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. IV. Line 125. the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit d. Isaac DISRAELI—Curiosities of

With the same spirit that its author writ: Literature. Literary Journals.

Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to

find The talent of judging may exist separately Where nature moves, and rapture warms the from the power of execution.

mind. e. Isaac DISRAELI --Curiosities of

q. POPE-- Essay on Criticism. Line 235. Literature. Literary Dutch.

Be not the first by whom the new are tryd, Those who do not read criticism will rarely Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. merit to be criticised.

r. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 336. f. ISAAC DISRAELI - Literary Character of Men of Genius. Ch. Vi.

I lose my patience, and I own it too,

When works are censur'd not as bad but new; You'd scarce expect one of my age

While if our Elders break all reason's laws, To speak in public on the stage;

These fools demand not pardon, but ApAnd if I chance to fall below

plause. Demosthenes or Cicero,

POPE-Second Book of Horace. Ep. I. Don't view me with a critic's eye,

Line 115. But pass my iin perfections by. g. DAVID EVERETT-Lines written for a

In every work regard the writer's End,
School Declamation.

Since none can compass more than they

intend; Reviewers are forever telling authors, they | And if the means be just, the conduct true, can't understand them. The author might Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. often reply: Is that my fault?

. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 255. to. J. . and A. W. HARE--Guesses at

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. Truth.

U. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 6. The readers and the hearers like my books,

The gen'rous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, But yet some writers cannot them digest; But what care I? for when I make a feast,

And taught the world with reason to admire. I would my guests should praise it, not the

v. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 100. cooks.

The line too labours, and the words move i. Sir JOHN HARRINGTON-Against

slow. Writers that Carp at other Men's 10. POPE- Essay on Criticism. Line 370.

Books.

With pleasure own your errors past, Critics are sentinels in the grand army of And make each day a critic on the last. letters, stationed at the corners of newspa C. POPE--Essay on Criticism. Line 571. pers and reviews, to challenge every new

Critics I read on other men, author. j. LONGFELLOW-Kavanagh. Ch. XIII.

And hypers upon them again ;

From whose remarks I give opinion The strength of criticism lies only in the On twenty books, yet ne'er look in one. weakness of the thing criticised,

y. PRIOR-- An Epistle to Fleetwood kc. LONGFELLOW - Kavanagh. Ch. XXX.

Shepherd, Esq.

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For I am nothing if not critical.

CURIOSITY. Q. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1.

I loathe that low vice, Curiosity. In such a time as this it is not meet

0. BYRONDon Juan. Canto I. St. 23. That every nice offence should bear its com. The poorest of the sex have still an itch ment.

To know their fortunes, equal to the rich. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.

The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take

The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake. 'Tis a physic

p. DRYDEN- Sixth Satire of Juvenal. That's bitter to sweet end.

Line 762. c. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 6.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no

fibs. For, poems read without a name We justly praise, or justly blame;

q. GOLDSMITH - She Stoops to Conquer.

Act III. And critics have no partial views, Except they know whom they abuse.

I saw and heard, for we sometimes And since you ne'er provoke their spite,

Who dwell this wild, constrained by want, Depend upon't their judgment's right.

come forth JONATHAN SWIFT- On Poetry.

To town or village nigh (nighest is far),

Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear, How commentators each dark passage shun,

What happens new; fame also finds us out. And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

1. MILTON- Paradise Regained. Bk. I. e. YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire VII.

Line 330.
Line 97. Preach as I please, I doubt onr curious men.

S. POPE--Second Book of Horace.
CRUELTY.

Satire XI. Line 17. Man's inhumanity to man

I have perceived a most faint neglect of Makes countless thousands mourn.

late; which I have rather blamed as mine f. BURNS— Man Was Made to Mourn.

own jealous curiosity, than as a very pretence

and purpose of unkindness. Detested sport,

t. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

They mocked thee for too much curiosity. g. COWPER- The Task. Bk. III.

u. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. Line 326.

I have seen It's not the linen you're wearing out,

A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract But human creatures' lives.

Of inlaid ground, applying to his ear ho HOOD-Song of the Shirt.

The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;

To which, in silence hushed, his very soul The Puritans hated bearbaiting, not be Listened intensely. cause it gave pain to the bear, but because it ! v. WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. 6. gave pleasure to the spectators. i.MACAULAY--History of England.

CUSTOM.
Vol. I. Ch. III.

Great things astonish us, and small disAs flies to wanton boys are we to the gods;

| hearten: Custom makes both familiar.

2. DE LA BRUYERE- The Characters or They kill us for their sport.

Manners of the Present Age. ji King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Vol. II. Ch. II. If ever, henceforth, thou

Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, These rural latches to his entrance open,

In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,

In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply I will devise a death as cruel for thee

To them we know not, and we know not why. As thou art tender to't.

CRABBE- Tale. The Gentleman Farmer. k. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3.

And to my mind, though I am a native here, I must be cruel, only to be kind.

And to the manner born, it is a custom 1. Hamlet, Act III. Sc. 4.

More honor'd in the breach than the observ.

ance. You are the cruell'st she alive,

y. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. If you will lead these graces to the grave,

Custom calls me to 't :And leave the world no copy.

What custom wills, in all things should we m. Troelfth Night Act I. Sc. 5.

do 't?

The dust on antique time would lie unInhumanity is caught from man

swept, From smiling man.

And mountainous error be too highly heap'd Young- Night Thoughts. Night V. For truth to overpeer.

Line 158. 2. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3.

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How use doth breed a babit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled

towns.
a. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V.

Sc. 4.

That monster, custom, * * * is angel yet

in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on.

c. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
The tyrant,custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice driven bed of down.

d. Othello. Act I. Sc. 3.
Use can almost change the stamp of nature.

e. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are followed.

6. Henry VIII. Act. I. Sc. 3.

need

DARKNESS.

DAY.
The world was void,

Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,

That from the east glad message brings: Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, life

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, less-

Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings. A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay.

k. ALDRICH-Day and Night. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;

The long days are no happier than the short Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,

ones. And their masts fell down piecemeal; as 1 1. BAILEY-- Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.

they droppid They slept on the abyss without a surgeThe waves were dead; the tides were in their | Into Eternity it might well return.

Out of Eternity this new day was born; grave, The Moon, their mistress, had expired be

m. CARLYLE-To-Day. fore; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, I count my time by times that I meet thee; And the clouds perish'd! Darkness had no These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons

And nights, these are my old moons and my Of aid from them-She was the Universe!

new moons. f. BYRON--- Darkness.

Slow fly the hours, fast the hours flee, The prayer of Ajax was for light;

If thou art far from or art near to me: Through all that dark and desperate fight,

If thou art far, the birds tunes are no tunes; The blackness of that noonday night.

If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes

Darkness is light and sorrow cannot be. g. LONGFELLOW --- The Goblet of Life.

Thou art my dream come true, and thou my Brief as the lightning in the collied night,

dream, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell, earth,

My journey's end thou art, and thou the way; And ere a man had power to say,--Behold! Thou art what I would be, yet only seem; The jaws of darkness do devour it up.

Thou art my heaven and thou art my hell; h. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Thou art my ever-living judgment day.

Sc. 1. n. GILDERThe New Day. Pt. IV. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,

Sonnet VI. To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee Sweet day, so cool, so calm so bright, straight;

The bridal of the earth and sky, I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; i Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 4. For thou must die.

0. HERBERT— The Temple. Virtue. The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses O sweet, delusive noon, Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that Which the morning climbs to find; mantle

O moment sped too soon, Their clearer reason.

And morning left behind. j. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1.

p. HELEN HUNT-Verses. Noon.

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Blest power of sunshine!- genial Day,

It is als natural to die as to be born; and What balm, what life is in thy ray!

to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as faithTo feel there is such real bliss,

ful as the other. That had the world no joy but this,

n. Bacon- Essay. Of Death. To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, It were a world too exquisite

Men fear death as children fear to go in For man to leave it for the gloom,

the dark. The deep, cold shadow, of the tomb.

0. BACON--Essay. Of Death. a. MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Fire

Death is the universal salt of states;
Worshippers.

Blood is the base of all things-law and war. O how glorious is Noon-day!

p. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. A Country Town. With the cool large shadows lying Underneath the giant forest,

The death-change comes. The far hill-tops towering dimly

Death is another life. We bow our heads O'er the conquered plains below. At going out, we think, and enter straight b. D. M. MULOCK-A Stream's Singing. Another golden chamber of the king's How troublesome is day!

Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.

And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, It calls us from our sleep away;

The story, flower like, closes thus its leaves. It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake,

The will of God is all in all. He makes, And sends us forth to keep or break

Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure all. Our promises to pay; How troublesome is day!

q. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Home. c. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK-Fly-By On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses Night. (Paper Money Lyrics.)

are blending, O, suchi a day,

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won..

r. JAMES BEATTIE- The Hermit. St. 6. d. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1.

Last lines. The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Death hath so many doors to let out life. Attended with the pleasures of the world, I S. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER— The Is all too wanton.

Custom of the Country. Act. II. e King John. Act III. Sc. 3.

Sc. 2. What hath this day deserv'd ? what hath it How shocking must thy summons be, o done;

Death! That it in golden letters should be set,

To him that is at ease in his possessions; Among the high tides in the kalendar?

Who, counting on long years of pleasure f. King John. Act III. Sc. 1.

here,

Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come! Count that day lost whose low descending

t. BLAIRThe Grave. Line 3. sun Views from thy hand no worthy action done. Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul, g. STANIFORDArt of Reading.

What a strange moment must it be, when

near A day for Gods to stoop,

Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in And men to soar.

view! h. TENNYSONThe Lover's Tale.

That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd
Line 304.

To tell what's doing on the other side. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. Nature runs back, and shudders at the sight, i. WORDSWORTH — Nutting.

And every life-string bleeds at thoughts at "I've lost a day”--the prince who nobly

parting; cried,

For part they must: body and soul must Had been an emperor without his crown.

part; . YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night II.

Fond couple! link'd more close than wedded Line 99.

pair.

This wings its way to its Almighty Source, DEATH.

The witness of its actions, now its judge; Death is a black camel, which kneels at

That drops into the dark and noisome grave, the gates of all.

Like a disabled pitcher of no use. k. ABD-EL-KADER.

u. BLAIRThe Grave. Line 334. But when the sun in all his state,

All that tread Illumed the eastern skies,

The globe are but a handful to the tribes She passed through Glory's morning gate,

That'slumber in its bosom. And walked in Paradise.

v. BRYANT--Thanatopsis. 1. ALDRICH – A Death Bed.

All things that are on earth shall wholly pass Sinless, stirless rest

away, That change which never changes.

Except the love of God, which shall live and m. EDWIN ARNOLD- Light of Asia.

last for aye. Bk. VI. Line 642.1 W. BRYANT_Trans. The Love of God,

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