Nor is it the least of the advantages which would flow from such a connecting institute, that it would have a tendency to cause improvement to proceed from the top to the bottom of society, instead of being forced, as it too often is, from the bottom to the top. It would thus pronounce a divorce between reform and revolution. The lover of change would be anticipated in his mischievous activity by the wise benevolence of the lover of order; and, in all the various modifications and alterations which might be suggested for bettering the condition of the body politic, it is but reasonable to presume, that when originated by the combined intelligence of the civilized world, "wisdom would pass from one end unto the other, and sweetly order all things." And all this might be accomplished with scarcely any expense. The machinery is simple, and at hand; and scarcely any thing but the will is wanting, to combine the intelligence of Europe in one mighty confederacy for the prosecution of the highest and the noblest objects. Let us hope that some such project will yet be realized, and that the best interests of humanity will not much longer be suffered to be a prey either to the turbulence of a drunken democracy, or the recklessness of a profligate ambition. principles or destroys them; and even more, it determines, in a great degree, what individuals shall exercise the functions of authorship, and what be restrained from doing so. Those who, under the ancient order of things, would have written from spontaneous impulses, and at the call of direct motives, and who would have occupied the arena almost alone, stand now in a position essentially unlike that of their more fortunate predecessors. For not only have they to sustain a dubious comparison with competitors, more likely than themselves to win immediate applause, but the utmost degree of success which they are likely to obtain, consisting in the admiration of a small class in their own and other countries, now appears so mean a thing by the side of vulgar celebrity, that it takes to itself the shame of positive failure. "The peril of this sort of disgrace outweighs (it is probable) in some highly gifted minds, the ambition of distinction, and retains them in obscurity. "While we are rejoicing in the numerous band of accomplished men who so ably occupy the press, we should pause and ask, whether some of its legitimate masters are not holding back, and refusing to exercise their functions. It may, moreover, fairly be questioned whether the natural order of the intellectual polity is not subverted, when the contact of writers, in the highest departments, with the imperfectly educated classes, is immediate. Heretofore the rule has been, that the slowly matured products of great and tranquil spirits, after passing through minds of the next rate, should be disseminated over the wider surface of society by their means. "Now it is certain, that what is written and intended for the class of instructors, must be very unlike that which is prepared directly for the instructed. It is, indeed, always well that writers, whatever class of readers they are addressing, should labour to attain perspicuity, simplicity, and vivacity; but can it be well when they feel themselves compelled (as in terror) to avoid whatever supposes in the reader high culture and intelligence?" I FIORELLI ITALIANI. NO. X. "ROMA MODERNA." DI FULVIO TESTI. THE degrading contrast which "modern Rome"-beautiful and gorgeous though she still be in her decay-presents to Rome of ancient story, when in her strength and splendour and unimpaired maturity, is a painful yet perversely favorite topic with all the modern poets of Italy. A reflection still more painful is unavoidably suggested by the contemplation of that contrast-the reflec tion that the degeneration in the moral character of her children lamentably keeps pace with the decay of her physical greatness. I have, in a former number of these articles, (vol. viii. p. 190,) given a sonnet of Guidini's, in which this double sentiment is exhibited. In the quartines now subjoined, the poet amplifies the picture beyond what the circumscribed frame of a sonnet would permit. Besides a tone of genuine feeling which the contemplation of "THE ETERNAL CITY" never fails to awaken in the breast of an Italian, these quartines are re plete with spirit, and a sorrowful and indignant reclamation of the effeminacy and sloth of the Romans of the 17th century. Who that has seen the noble forms of the Roman peasants of our own day, with limbs as nervous, and bodies as symmetrical as their own immortal conceptions, sighs not to find that there is scarce one spark of the old Roman spirit, una reliquia di Fabrizzj e Curi,” to be found amongst them? In the following translation-perhaps I should be more correct in calling it a paraphrase-I have not adhered to the measure of Testi. Though the quartines have a full and sufficiently solemn effect in the original, I fear they would by no means be appropriate to convey the same impressions in our own language. "ROMA MADERNA." Ronchi, tu forse a piè dell Aventino "MODERN ROME.” From the Italian of Fulvio Testi. If haply wandering round the sacred foot, Seeking, amid the rank profaning grass, When prostrate kings flung down their crowns before Of her shrill clarions rung from shore to shore, As her blood-lusting eagles swooped the wide world o'er. Does not thy Roman heart, swelling with shame, And where of old shrill plaudits rent the sky, But the sheep's timid bleat, the plaintive low of steer. Yet pause and think, that though around thee strown, 'Twas not the work of one dread foe alone That pulled her from her glorious throne on high, Look at the Forum still but half untombed- But not one heart now throbs for Valor's praise- Italia, my lov'd land! in this thy day Of darkness most beloved-the Syren spells Of sloth and wanton joys have quenched each ray Of thy great generous spirits, and the wells Of thy heart poisoned, till thy weakness tells The pitying world that thou art tottering fast; Yet, luckless one! thy fond delusion veils From thine own eyes that all thy strength is past, And still in doating pride thou'rt smiling to the last. Pardon the bold words of one whose voice e'en now In thy young days to rein the wild horse free, Now, counselled by thy flattering glass, thy hair Assyria yields, thy fair breast to perfume, To furnish forth thy vain and lavish feasts And the gold vase mid odored sauce contains Yet such thou wert not once, when on that hill The sage dictators sway thy children bold, And yet it was those rugged hands that oft That laid the fast foundations of thy reign, Now, like a legend fading fast away, Scarce lives within the sunken Roman's breast When, in the spoils of subject nations drest, Crush'd, crush'd and fallen! Oh, if she do not rise To grasp again her long unlifted lance, And leaguering her eternal hills around The silken Persian's camp spread on her holy ground. BARNEY BRADY'S GOOSE; OR, DARK DOINGS AT SLATHBEG. BY WILLIAM CARLETON, Author of "Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry," "Jane Sinclair," "Rickard the Rake," &c. "From small beginnings great events arise." BARNEY Brady was a good-natured, placid man, and never lost his temper, unless, as he said himself, when he got privication; he was also strict in at tending his duty; a fact which Mrs., or rather, as she was called, Ailey Brady, candidly and justly admitted, and to which the priest himself bore ample testimony. Barney, however, had the misfortune to be married at a time when a mystery was abroad among women. Mysteries like the Eluisinian were practised among the married females, in assemblies to which no men could obtain access. Somebody or Other. Of the nature of the secret rites it would be premature now to speak; in time the secret will be revealed; suffice it to say, that the mysteries were full of alarm to the husbands, and held by them to be a grievous offence against all morals and virtue. The morals of my beloved countrywomen were certainly in a state of awful and deplorable transition at the time, and many a worthy husband's head ached at a state of things which no vigilance on his part could alter or repress. Many a secret consultation, was held among the good men of the respective villages throughout the country at large as to the best mode of checking this disastrous epidemic, which came home to their very beds and bosoms, and many a groan was vainly uttered from hearts that grew heavy in proportion as the evil, which they felt but could not see, spread about through all directions of the kingdom. Nay, to such a height did this terrible business rise, that the aggrieved parties had notions of petitioning the king to keep their wives virtuous; but this, upon second consideration, was given up, inasmuch as the king himself, with reverence be it spoken, was at the bottom of the evil, and what was still worse, even the queen was not ashamed to corrupt their wives by her example. How then could things be in a healthy state when the very villany of which the good broken-hearted men complained descended from the court to the people? A warning this to all future sovereigns not without good forethought, and much virtuous consideration, to set a bad precedent to their subjects. What then could the worthy busbands do unless to put their hands dolorously to their heads and bear their grievances in silence; which, however, the reader perceives they did not. After mutually, but with great caution, disclosing their injuries, they certainly condoled with each other; they planned means of redress, sought out the best modes of detection, and having entered into a general confederacy against their respective wives, each man solemnly promised to become a spy and informer in his own family. To come to this resolution was as much as they could do under such unhappy circumstances, and of course they did it. Their wives, on the other hand, were anything but idle. They also sat in secret council upon their own affairs, and discussed their condition with an anxiety and circumspection which set the vigilance of their husbands at complete defiance. And it may be observed here, just to show the untractable obstinacy of women when bent on gratifying their own depraved disposition, that not one of them ever returned home to her husband from these closed-door meetings. without having committed the very crime of which she was suspected. Not that these cautious good women were, after all, so successful in every instance as to escape detection. Some occasional discoveries were actually made in consequence of the systematic espionage of their husbands, and one or two of them were actually caught, as the law term has it, with the maner, that is, in the very act of offence. Now, guilt is ever impudent and outrageous, and disposed to carry every thing with a high hand, or, at all events, with a loud tongue. This, the husbands of those who had been detected soon felt; for, no sooner had they proclaimed their wrongs to their fellow-sufferers than they were branded by their wives with the vile and trying epithet of "stag," and intrepidly charged home with letting themselves sink to the mean-spirited office of informers against the wives of their bosoms. Some of the good men now took fire, and demanded an explanation; others looked at their wives with amazement, and stopped short, as irresolute how to act; and other some shrugged their shoulders, took a silent and meditative blast of the pipe upon the hob, and said no more about it. So far, then, there was no great victory either on the one side or the other. Now, the state of human society is never so bad, even in the most depraved times, but that there are always to be found in it many persons uncorrupted by the prevailing contamination; and it was so here. Barney Brady as yet hoped in Heaven that Ailey had escaped the contagion, which operated upon her sex so secretly, yet so surely. That hope was, in point of fact, well founded; for, with the exception of a strong disposition to be guilty, she had not actually been so. Still had he held her for some time past under strict surveillance; but with such judgment, that she did not even dream of being suspected. In this manner did inatters proceed between them-Barney slyly on the alert, and Ailey on a shrewd look-out for means and oppor • We need scarcely tell our readers that in Ireland "stag" means a person who becomes king's evidence against his accomplices, or in some indirect way exposes their crimes. If, for instance, a member of a Ribbon or Orange Lodge betrayed the secrets of the body, he would be termed a "stag," and a husband betraying any weakness of his wife; such, for instance, as the fact of her being addicted to liquor, or theft, would be termed a "stag" by his offended partner. |