A good disposition will not content itself with its own happiness, but its possessor will feel a degree of interest, and will rejoice in the felicity of those around him. But the malignant eye of envy is either averted from such prospects with disgust, or contemplates it with sensations of the keenest anguish. All who are in pursuit of happiness, and are striving to soften the rugged path of life, are engaged in a sort of conspiracy against his quiet. The blooming cheek of youth and beauty that enraptures the heart, and the noblest deeds of valour that awake the soul, and expand all the generous feelings of our nature, are equally contending to blast his enjoyments; and he derives satisfaction only when the slow hand of time has furrowed the brow and unstrung the nerve, when the eye that once set the world on fire has lost its lustre, and the arm that kept nations in awe has become feeble. I. E. H. For the Literary Magazine. TRUMBULL'S M'FINGAL. and thus many persons pass half their lives without ever lighting on M'Fingal, to whom that work is calculated to afford very high entertainment. Such readers will not, it is hoped, think our time mispent in introducing this poem to their acquaintance, and begging their attention to a few passages from a work which has been universally acknowledged to be in no respect inferior, and in several respects much superior, to the far-famed Hudibras. The adventures celebrated in M'Fingal are more coherent, intelligible, and consistent than those of Hudibras, probably because the character of the principal hero was not drawn for any particular person, but stands as representative of the tory faction in general. The author's language is not usually so careless as Butler's; and this attention may be thought to impose some restraint on the freedom of his humour; yet, misled, probably, by that general applause which covers the slovenly rhymes that are often to be found in his model, the author sometimes tags the ends of some of his lines with words in which the coarsest ear must disown any correspondence of sound: but humourous poets should always bear in mind Butler's rule, though, like many other preceptors, he paid but little attention to it himself; and, if one line contains the sense, they should give us, at least, a rhyme in the other. THERE are few Americans who read at all, or who consort with readers, who have not heard of M'Fingal. There was a time when the work was new, and when the topics which gave rise to it were fresh in popular memory. Then, it is probable, few who read verse at all omitted to read this performance: but has not this time passed away? and is not there a vast number of ingenious and inquisitive readers, to whom the revolution is an obscure and antiquated story; that have never seen M'Fingal? This omission is owing more to accident than design. We seldom seek after that which is not recom⚫ mended to our notice by its novelty, or by its connection with noted characters and passing events. Books which we do not seek very rarely fall in our way of their own accord, Of Scotia's fog-benighted islands; M'Fingal, the hero of the piece, is thus described: From Boston, in his best array, lack, Old Fingal spelt it with a Mac ; Which great M Pherson, with submis sion, We hope will add, the next edition. His fathers flourish'd in the Highlands Whence gain'd our 'squire two gifts by Gazettes no sooner rose a lye in, right, Rebellion and the second sight. With terror of its might confounded; Hush'd down all murmurs of dissentions, Who rain'd his ministerial mannas, Rebellion from the northern regions With Bute and Mansfield swore allegiance, And all combin'd to raze as nuisance, Employ'd his time, and tools, and talents; And in their cause, with manly zeal, Nor less avail'd his optic sleight, But strait he fell to prophesying; Thus stor'd with intellectual riches, Skill'd was our 'squire in making speeches, Where strength of brains united centres But as some musquets so contrive it, Would often on himself recoil, And hurt their own side more in battle And, as he motion'd, all by rote M'Fingal attends the town-meeting, which was held in a church, where we are entertained with an altercation between him and a whig, which is carried on whimsically enough, like the snip-snap argumentative dialogues between sir Hudibras and his squire Ralph: among other things, we have a humorous apology for political lying, in the genuine spirit of Butler: Quoth he, For lies and promise. Ye need not be in such a taking; The only stratagem in war For lying is no sin or shame As men's last wills may change again, Though drawn in name of God, amen; Be sure they must have much the more O'er promises as great a pow'r, Which, made in haste, with small in spection, So much the more will need correction; And when they've careless spoke, or penn'd 'em, Have right to look 'em o'er, and mend 'em ; Revise their vows, or change the text, Turn out a promise that was base, They were the only guards that sav'd him, Kept off that Satan of a Putnam, From breaking in to maul and mutt'n him, He'd too much wit such leagues t' ob serve, And shut them in again to starve. So Moses writes, when female Jews Made oaths and vows unfit for use, Their parents then might set them free From that consc'entious tyranny: And shall men feel that spir'tual bondage For ever, when they grow beyond age; Nor have pow'r their own oaths to change? I think the tale were very strange. Shall vows but bind the stout and strong, 'Tis said beneath duress per minas. VOL. VI. NO. XXXIV. > For we have in this hurly-burly Yet black with sins would stain a mitre, Rail ye at crimes by ten tints whiter? And more confessions than broad-alleys*. The second canto opens with a description of the dinner vacation, and of the resuming of the meeting: The sun, who never stops to dine, For now each party, feasted well, * Alluding to a species of church discipline, where a person is obliged to stand in an aisle of, the church, called the broad-alley, name the offence of which he has been guilty, and ask pardon of his brethren. I shall not pursue the thread of the eccentric orations: but the following passage will show that the tory 'squire is not inferior to the fanatical knight, in the use of tropes and figures: Vain, quoth the 'squire, you'll find to sneer At Gage's first triumphant year; Disclos'd rebellions 'gainst the state; tence; And Heav'n can ruin you at pleasure, So, though our war few triumphs brings, Honorius is the effective hero of the piece, who is employed to buffet this man of straw, M'Fingal, for the reader's amusement and edification; and he performs his part according to the writer's intentions. At the conclusion of one of his speeches, As thus he said, the tories' anger Could now restrain itself no longer, Who tried before by many a freak, or Insulting noise to stop the speaker; Swung th' unoil'd hinge of each pewdoor; Their feet kept shuffling on the floor; But now the storm grew high and louder, As nearer thund'rings of a cloud are, The constable to ev'ry prater Bawl'd out, " Pray, hear the moderator;" Some call'd the vote, and some, in turn, Were screaming high, " Adjourn, ad journ." Not chaos heard such jars and clashes The furies 'gan to feast on blows, heard dresses, as Hudibras does the bearbaiters, and to as good a purpose. His oration provokes them to hostilities: the tories are routed; and M Fingal and his constable are knocked down and captured. They fix the constable by his waistband to a rope, and draw him up to the top of the pole, where he makes a formal abjuration of his tory principles; on which symptom of repentance he is let down, promising future good behaviour. Not so our 'squire submits to rule, But stood heroic as a mule. You'll find it all in vain, quoth he, To play your rebel tricks on me. All punishments the world can render Serve only to provoke th' offender; The will's confirm'd by treatment horrid, As hides grow harder when they're curri'd. No man e'er felt the halter draw, Such daring incorrigibility procured him the distinction of being tarred and feathered; an operation which is thus described: Forthwith the crowd proceed to deck, With halter'd noose, M Fingal's neck, While he, in peril of his soul, Stood tied half-hanging, to the pole; Then lifting high the pond'rous jar, Pour'd o'er his head the smoking tar: With less profusion erst was spread The Jewish oil on royal head, That down his beard and vestments ran, And wore its channels in its hide : So from the high-rais'd urn the torrents And down, upon the tar adhesive: In this ridiculously distressful plight, M'Fingal, in the fourth canto, at midnight, harangues an assembly of tories in his cellar; and, giving up all hopes of his cause, he relates a vision to his friends, which, in prophetic style, glances over the subsequent events of the American war. Here the talents of a luckless general are celebrated; with a good display of the advantages which genius derives from the possessor of it being in confinement: Behold that martial macaroni, Compound of Phobus and Bellona, With warlike sword and sing-song lay, Equipp'd alike for feast or fray, |