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" A humming bee, a little tinkling rill,
A pair of falcons, wheeling on the wing
In clamorous agitation round the crest
Of a tall rock, their airy citadel;
By each and all of these the pensive ear
Was greeted, in the silence that ensued;
When through the cottage threshold we had pass'd
And deep within that lonesome valley stood
Once more, beneath the concave of the blue

And cloudless sky." The Solitary relates his history: and while describing the dreariness of his state of mind during a voyage across the Atlantic, breaks out into an apostrophe, which is full of the bitter wisdom of melancholy experience:

“ Ye Powers
Of soul and sense, mysteriously allied !
O never let the wretched, if a choice
Be left him, trust the freight of his distress
To a long voyage on the silent deep !
For, like a plague, will memory break out,
And, in the blank and solitude of things,
Upon his spirit, with a fever's strength,

Will conscience prey." To promote the cheerfulness of those who consider pure poetry as a most risible absurdity, a most wild and unintelligible sort of raving, we extract the following passage:

“ Here you stand :
Adore and worship, when you know it not:
Pious, beyond the intention of your thought:
Devout, above the meaning of your will.
Yes, you have felt, and may not cease to feel:
The estate of man would be indeed forlorn,
If false conclusions of the reasoning power
Made the eye blind, and closed the passages
Through which the ear converses with the heart.
Has not the soul, the being of your life,
Received a shock of awful consciousness,
In some calm season, when these lofty rocks
At night's approach bring down the unclouded sky,
To rest upon their circumambient walls :
A temple framing of dimensions vast,
And yet not too enormous for the sound
Of human anthems-choral song, or burst
Sublime of instrumental harmony
To glorify th' Eternal! What if these
Did never break the stillness that prevails
Here, if the solemn nightingale be mute,
And the soft wood-lark here did never chaunt

The vespers, Nature fails not to provide
Impulse and utterance. The whispering air
Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights,
And blind recesses of the cavern'd rocks:
The little rills and waters numberless,
Inaudible by day-light, blend their notes
With the loud streams; and often, at the hour
When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard,
Within the circuit of this fabric huge,
One voice-the solitary raven, Aying
Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome
Unseen, perchance above the power of sight,
An iron knell, with echoes from afar,

Faint, and still fainter.” The company of the ramblers is increased by a rural vicar; who points out the graves in a mountain church-yard, and gives the stories and the characters of those who are buried beneath its turf. The description which we shall select seems new to poetry; and leaves in our opinion no room for doubt whether Mr. Wordsworth be, or be not, a poet:

“ Almost at the root
Of that tall pine, the shadow of whose bare
And slender stem, while here I sit at eve,
Oft stretches towards me, like a long straight path
Traced faintly in the green-sward; there beneath
A plain blue stone a gentle dalesman lies,
From whom in early childhood was withdrawn
The precious gift of hearing. He grew up
From year to year in loneliness of soul:
And this deep mountain valley was to him
Soundless, with all its streams. The bird of dawn
Did never rouse this cottager from sleep
With startling summons: not for his delight
The vernal cuckoo shouted: not for him
Murmur'd the labouring bee. When stormy winds
Were working the broad bosom of the lake
Into a thousand thousand sparkling waves,
Rocking the trees, or driving cloud on cloud
Along the sharp edge of yon lofty crags,
The agitated scene before his eye
Was silent as a picture: evermore

Were all things silent, wheresoe'er he moved." The description of the joys of blooming youth and sportive innocence, and the sad reverse of blighted youth and poisoned innocence in a beautiful cottage girl, is so enchantingly poetical and tender, that we cannot part with Mr. Wordsworth without again holding him forth to the taste of his countrymen in the following specimen :

An infant there doth rest;
The sheltering hillock is the mother's grave.
If mild discourse, and manners that conferr'd
A natural dignity on humblest rank;
If gladsome spirits, and benignant looks,
That for a face not beautiful did more
Than beauty for the fairest face can do;
And if religious tenderness of heart,
Grieving for sin, and penitential tears
Shed when the clouds had gather'd and distain'd
The spotless ether of a maiden life;
If these may make a hallow'd spot of earth
More holy in the sight of God or man:
Then, on that mould a sanctity shall brood
Till the stars sicken at the day of doom.

“ Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field, or grove, or any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witness'd, render back

an echo
Of the sad steps by which it bath been trod!
There, by her innocent baby's precious grave,
Yea, doubtless, on the turf that roofs her own,
The mother oft was seen to stand, or kneel
In the broad day, a weeping Magdalene.
Now she is not; the swelling turf reports
Of the fresh shower, but of poor Ellen's tears
Is silent; nor is any vestige left
Upon the pathway, of her mournful tread;
Nor of that pace with which she once had moved
In virgin fearlessness, a step that seem'd
Caught from the pressure of elastic turf
Upon the mountains wet with morning dew,
In the prime hour of sweetest scents and airs.
Serious and thoughtful was her mind; and yet,
By reconcilement exquisite and rare,
The form, port, motions of this cottage girl
Were 'such as might have quicken'd and inspired
A Titian's hand, address'd to picture forth
Oread or Dryad glancing through the shade
When first the hunter's startling horn is heard
Upon the golden hills. A spreading elm
Stands in our valley, called THE JOYFUL TREE;
An elm distinguish'd by that festive name,
From dateless usage which our peasants hold
Of giving welcome to the first of May,
By dances round its trunk.–And if the sky
Permit, like honours, dance and song, are paid
To the Twelfth Night; beneath the frosty stars
Or the clear moon. The Queen of these gay sports,
If not in beauty, yet in sprightly air,

Was hapless Ellen.--No one touch'd the ground
So deftly, and the nicest maiden's locks
Less gracefully were braided ;-but this praise,
Methinks, would better suit another place.

“ She loved,—and fondly deem'd herself beloved.
The road is dim, the current unperceived,
The weakness painful and most pitiful,
By which a virtuous woman, in pure youth,
May be deliver'd to distress and shame.

Such fate was hers.” We end with the opinion with which we set out: this poem " will never do” for persons without poetical enthusiasm, nor for Persons without devotional warmth. The great, vulgar, and the small;" will not understand it; and by consequence it will not please them. But the writer may watch with calmness and confidence the fluctuations of taste; and despise, without any emotion of anger, the sarcasms of petulant conceit, sitting in judgment on superior intellect. If the present age be not fitted to receive his poem with reverence and gratitude, that age assurs edly will come.

ART. IV., The Physiognomical System of Drs. Gall and Spurzheim

founded on an anatomical and physiological Examination of the Nervous System in general, and of the Brain in particular; und

indicating the Dispositions and Manifestations of the Mind, ? By J. G. Spurzheim, M. D. Being at the same time a Book * of' Reference for Dr. Spurzheim's Demonstrative Lectures,

Illustrated with nineteen copper-plates. 8vo. DR. Gall is a native of Suabia, and commenced his literary studies at the University of Strasburgh, where, on the completion of his academical pursuits, he took the degree of a Doctor in Medicine. At an early period of life hé broached the bold and novel tenet, that the form of the skull is, in every instance, characteristic of the propensities and permanent affections of the mind; thát all the varieties of the latter are accompanied by correspondent varieties in the former, and consequently that physiognomy is capable of being reduced to a demonstrative science; in short that he who is well versed in the lines and angles, the depressions -and prominentes, of an individual human cra= nium, may thence unerringly deduce the qualities, faculties, and propensities of him to whom such cranium belonged; or

does belong

The audacity of this tenet, supported, as it has been, froma the first, with great zeal and enthusiasm on the part of its propounder, and a plausible appeal to a variety of incontrovertible principles both of anatomy and physiology, soon excited universal curiosity, and obtained for it a high degree of popularity. As early as the summer of 1805, Dr. Gall appears to have made a very general impression in his favour over all the northern states of Germany, and was hailed at almost every university. Dr. Spurzheim, the author of the work before us, was an early convert to the new hypothesis, and the list, if we mistake not, was soon swelled with the names of Dr. Bojames, Professor Böttiger of Dresden, and Dr. Hufeland of Berlin, all of whom have been writers in support of Dr. Gall's speculations. But the day of triumph was short; the eagerness of curiosity soon ran itself out of breath; the general judgment paused only to recant; the caprice of fashion shifted its current, and the founder of the new doctrine, after having been idolized at colleges and at courts, at Jena, Torgau, Berlin, Dresden, and Co penhagen, and been expressly commanded to lecture before the royal family of Prussia ; after having had all the jails and all the hospitals of the different towns he passed through thrown open to afford him subjects for the display of his art, and the guilt or innocence of prisoners sometimes summarily settled by the testimony of the skull alone; after having been panegyrized by Wieland and Kotzebue, in eulogies that would have caused a disturbance.of the brain of any ordinary philosopher, he had the mortification to find himself excluded from Vienna, and the character of his philosophy giving way to the imputation of dungerous beterodoxies, especially that of materialism. His sudden exaltation declined beneath attacks, some serious, and others satirical, by' which it was perpetually assailed: among which we may particularly mention the Bemerkungen of Bartell, the Anti-Galt, which, if we mistake not, found its way into the Berlin journal

, denominated Der Freymütige, or, “ l'he Plain Dealer," at one time peculiarly favourable to the Gallian doctrine; and especially two anonymous publications under the titles of Darstellung und Beleuchtung des Gallichen System, “ Exposition and Illustration of the Gallian System;" and Reisen einer Schidellehrers, “ Travels of a Craniologist.” Walter successfully opposed him in the Prussian capital, Scherman at Heidelburg; at Mauburg, and various other places, he found his popularity woefully on the decline in 1805; and in the ensuing year was incapable of mustering a sufficient number of pupils for a single course of lectures at Munster, Cologne, or Frankfort.

It was, probably, this circumstance that induced Dr. Spurzheim, who had hitherto been associated with Dr. Gall in the


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