be successful are not the first that present themselves. Another remark also, which we hinted at above, and may safely repeat, is, that the poet's ambition should not be fixed on any ordinary worldly acquisitions; for it is obvious that the desire of obtaining temporary distinction (which is very different from the love of posthumous fame), and the other predominant passions of this world, will be found in his case always irritating, never tranquillizing,-always more or less delusive, never substantial. But in one word, they are temporal, and therefore cannot administer to the wants of a soul, which could not bear long to be sunk in sensual gratifications, and would soon be more restless in the station of a king (even without the cares of government), than in the humblest rank of life; therefore the first requisite for improvement must be the renouncing of those usual principles which animate common minds. To such minds ordinary passions are not a source of injury, because they are content with the acquisitions to which those passions lead. Disappointed endeavours indeed may prove an abundant spring of discontent; but the greatest temporal acquisitions, when gained, would prove unsatisfactory to the poet. They cannot administer the proper food or support for his mind. The fame which he wishes to secure must be lasting. He cannot be satisfied with that which will end with his own life. But still, though we have alluded more than once to one requisite for acquiring peace of mind to the poet, viz. the renunciation of pursuits which will prove unsatisfactory, yet we cannot tell Lord Byron, or any one else, how to finish what is thus begun. Herein each individual mind must, as we have already said, (with divine assistance,) administer to it self. On this subject it may be permitted us to quote the following passage (which has only this moment occurred to remembrance,) from a work which is at present out of print, and of which no revival has yet been announced. "A familiar incident may render plain the manner in which a process of intellectual improvements, the reverse of that which nature pursues, is by reason introduced. There never perhaps existed a schoolboy, who, having when he retired to rest, carelessly blown out his candle, and having chanced to notice, as he lay upon his bed in the ensuing darkness, the sullen light which had survived the extinguished flame, did not, at some time or other, watch that light as if his mind were bound to it by a spell. It fades and revives-gathers to a point-seems as if it would go out in a moment-again recovers its strength, nay becomes brighter than before: it continues to shine with an endurance, which in its apparent weakness is a mystery-it protracts its existence so long, clinging to the power which supports it, that the observer, who had laid down in his bed so easy-minded, becomes sad and melancholy: his sympathies are touched-it is to him an intimation and an image of departing human life,-the thought comes nearer to him-it is the life of a venerated parent, of a beloved brother or sister, or of an aged domestic; who are gone to the grave, or whose destiny it soon may be thus to linger, thus to hang upon the last point of mortal existence, thus finally to depart and be seen no more. This is nature teaching seriously and sweetly through the affections-melting the heart, and, through that instinct of tenderness, developing the understanding. In this instance the object of solicitude is the bodily life of another. Let us accompany this same boy to that period between youth and manhood, when a solicitude may be awakened for the moral life of himself. Are there any powers by which, beginning with a sense of inward decay that affects not however the natural life, he could call up to mind the same image and hang over it with an equal interest as a visible type of his own perishing spirit ?-Oh! surely, if the being of the individual be under his own care-if it be his first care-if duty begin from the point of accountableness to our conscience, and, through that, to God and human nature;-if without such primary sense of duty, all secondary care of teacher, of friend, or parent, must be baseless and fruitless; if, lastly, the motions of the soul transcend in worth those of the animal functions, nay give to them their sole value, then truly are there such powers: and the image of the dying taper may be recalled and contemplated, though with no sadness in the nerves, no disposition to tears, no unconquerable sighs, yet with a melancholy in the soul, a sinking inward into ourselves from thought to thought, a steady remonstrance, and a high resolve. Let then the youth go back, as occasion will permit, to nature and to solitude, thus admonished by reason, and relying upon this newly-acquired support. A world of fresh sensations will gradually open upon him as his mind puts off its infirmities, and as instead of being propelled restlessly towards others in admiration, or too hasty love, he makes it his prime business to understand himself. New sensations, I affirm, will be opened out-pure, and sanctioned by that reason which is their original author; and precious feelings of disinterested, that is, self-disregarding joy and love, may be regenerated and restored :—and, in this sense, may be said to measure back the track of life he has trod. "In such disposition of mind let the youth return to the visible universe; and to conversation with ancient books; and to those, if such there be, which in the present day breathe the ancient spirit: and let him feed upon that beauty which unfolds itself, not to his eye as it sees carelessly the things which cannot possibly go unseen, and are remembered or not as accident shall decide, but to the thinking mind; which searches, discovers, and treasures up,-infusing by meditation into the objects with which it converses an intellectual life; whereby they remain planted in the memory, now, and for ever. Hitherto the youth, I suppose, has been content for the most part to look at his own mind, after the manner in which he ranges along the stars in the firmament with naked unaided sight: let him now apply the telescope of art to call the invisible stars out of their hiding places; and let him endeavour to look through the system of his being, with the organ of reason; summoned to penetrate, as far as it has power, in discovery of the impelling forces and the governing laws. "These expectations are not immoderate: they demand nothing more than the perception of a few plain truths; namely, that knowledge efficacious for the production of virtue, is the ultimate end of all effort, the sole dispenser of complacency and repose. A perception also is implied of the inherent superiority of contemplation to action. The FRIEND does not in this contradict his own words, where he has said heretofore, that "doubtless it is nobler to act than to think." In those words, it was his purpose to censure that barren contemplation which rests Scarce visible amid the vapoury light. It was that voice the meditative ear Best in the depth of solitude may hear. Why hast thou still refused for many a day satisfied with itself in cases where the | And, distant far, the town's embattled height (To be continued.) SOLITUDE; A FRAGMENT. And then methought my wearied frame I threw, WORDSWORTH. "The Friend," No. XX. Or twilight shone upon the woods and streams. Then Indignation wild, and even Despair, With spirit calm-subdued-unto thy home. Of an autumnal moon, when mist-wreaths white Are floating on the surface of the lake, THE HAUNTED ISLE; AN OUTLINE. "Stans pede in uno." The peaceful moonlight slept around An isle there was that long had been, Full gladly Gerald him bethought Of all the tales he had been taught ; With ardour fired he longed to try At length 'twas past; and forth he brake He would have dash'd into the tide ;- Edinburgh, printed by James Ballantyne and Co. For John Ballantyne, Hanover-Street. No. XXVII.] THE SALE-ROOM. SATURDAY, JULY 5, 1817. A Periodical Paper, published weekly at No. 4, Hanover-Street, Edinburgh. It is so long since we have ourselves ap-ground, and of excelling in every species peared before our readers in the shape of of composition. It is most certain that a regular Essay, that were it not for the there are different kinds of writing, which short prefatory remarks with which we are severally preferred by different readers; have occasionally introduced the letters of but a truly candid and enlightened censor our correspondents, we fear that our very should be capable of appreciating with an existence might almost be doubted of or unbiassed mind the pretensions of all. This forgotten. Therefore, as we have received may seem a mere truism; but we do not another communication from one of the know that its efficacy has been ever suffici**** dale Club, which is intended to su- ently felt and exemplified. As long as an persede the remainder of the letter, of author moves always on the same ground which the greater part appeared in our last, himself, he will run a great risk of being and we are thus absolved from our engage- almost blind to the merit of those who are ment to publish the continuation of the re- inclined to proceed in a different course. marks on Lord Byron as they stood at first, It is very rarely that a painter, whose whole we have determined to fill this Number attention is devoted to portraits, is an adewith some desultory observations of our quate judge of a fine landscape. We have own, which the communications we have an instance in Lope de Vega of one poet lately received have suggested. who tried at least all the different forms of composition-epic, dramatic, pastoral, lyric, didactic, epistolary, &c. &c. Unluckily, however, the intrinsic value of his productions, though very considerable, yet never rises beyond a certain standard. His name remains distinguished in the literary history of his country; and yet there are very few passages in his works which breathe the genuine spirit of poetical immortality. We quite agree with our correspondent in his approbation of the passage quoted from the life of Cowley,-" Whatever he disliked in others he only corrected by the silent reproof of a better practice." In truth, we believe that to complete the character of a perfect critic, (such as every good poet might wish to obtain for his judge,) it would be highly desirable that the said critic should himself have the power of meeting every author on his own We are aware that our correspondent has |