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is dead serious, and her father hopes These few words signify some unimaan immortal fame. We neither “ cen- ginable horror-and never did genius, sure him for rashness nor commend not even Shakspeare's, so give to one him for courage," but are surprised at of its creations, by dim revelation his impertinence, and pained by his mysteriously diffused, a fearful being stupidity-and the more for that he that all at once is present “ beyond possesses powers that, within their the reaches of our souls"_something own proper province, may gain him fiendish in what is most fair, and blastreputation. We like him, and hope ing in what is most beautiful. to praise him some day-nay, purpose Powerful as Prospero was Coleto praise him this very day-therefore ridge; but what kind of a wand is we shall punish him at present but waved by Mr Tupper? with forty stripes. He need not fear " Thickly curls a poisonous smoke, a fall like that of Icarus, for his artifi. And terrible shapes with evil names cial wings have not lifted his body Are leaping around in a circle of flames, fairly off the ground—and so far from And the tost air whirls, storm-driven, soaring through the sky like a Dæda. And the rent earth quakes, charm-riven, lus, he labours along the sod after the And-art thou not afraid ?" fashion of a Dodo. In the summer of Previous to these apparitions, the 1797, Coleridge wrote the first part wolf has been hunting, the raven of Christabel-in 1800, the second— croaking, the owl screeching, the clock and published them in 1816--so per- of course tolling twelve, fected, that his genius, in its happiesti hours, feared to look its own poem in

“ And to her cauldron hath hurried the

witch, the face, and left it for many long years, and at last, without an altered

And aroused the deep bay of the mastiff

bitch ;" or an added word, to the delight of all ages. Mr Tupper's “GERALDINE has

The moon is gibbous, and looks been the pleasant labour of a very few

“ like an eye-ball of sorrow," and yet days !"-(Loud cries of Oh! oh!

is called « sun of the night,"—most oh!)

perversely—and oh! how unlike the Mr Tupper in the Third Canto

sure inspiration of Coleridge! While, shows us the Lady Geraldine beneath with the “ Sun of the Night” shining, the oak--the scene of the Witch's first

# Geraldine is absurdly said to bemeeting with Christabel. You remem- “ Fair truant-like an angel of light, ber the lines in Coleridge-and more Hiding from heaven in dark midnight." vividly these

One touch of the Poet's would have “ There she sees a damsel bright, shown the scene in all the power of Drest in a silken robe of white,

midnight, by such an accumulation of That standing in the moonlight shone:

ineffective and contradictory imagery The neck that made the white robe wan,

thus utterly destroyed. S.T.C. made Her stately neck and arms were bare;

the Witch dreadful-M. F. T. makes Her blue-veined feet unsandelled were,

her disgusting. And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair.

“ All dauntless stands the maid I guess, 'twas frightful there to see

In mystical robe array'd, A lady so richly clad as she,

And still with flashing eyes Beautiful exceedingly!

She dares the sorrowful skies, And you remember how Christabel,

And to the moon, like one possest,

Hath shown- dread! that face so fair after that

Should smile above so shrunk a breast, “ Her gentle limbs did she undress,

Haggard and brown, as hangeth thereAnd lay down in her loveliness,

O evil sight !-wrinkled and old,

The dug of a witch, and clammy cold, On her elbow did recline

Where in warm beauty's rarest mould To look at the Lady Geraldine.”

Is fashioned all the rest." And how, when the Witch unbound her cincture,

“ Muttering wildly through her set teeth, “ Her silken robe and inner vest

She seeketh and stirreth the demons beDropt to her feet, and full in view,

neath." Behold! her bosom and half her side, Why-were not already • terrible A sight to dream of, not to tell !

shapes with evil names leaping around O shield her! shield sweet Christabel !” a circle of flames?” But

“ Now one nearer than others is heard Green as the herbs on which it couched, Flapping this way, as a huge sea-bird, Close by the dove's its head it crouched; Or liker the dark-dwelling ravenous shark And with the dove it heaves and stirs, Cleaving through the waters dark.” Swelling its neck as she swelled hers! Of her or him we hear no more

I woke ; it was the midnight hour, and it is well-but who that ever saw

- The clock was echoing in the tower ;

But though my slumber was gone by, a shark in the sea would say that his TM

This dream it would not pass awaystyle of motion was like that of a huge

It seems to live upon my eye! sea-bird flapping its wings ? Geral

And thence I vowed this self-same day, dine feels “ the spell hath power," With music strong and saintly song and

To wander through the forest lone, “ Her mouth grows wide, and her face Lest aught'unholy loiter there." falls in,

How beautiful the picture! The And her beautiful brow becomes flat and

expression how perfect! How full thin,

of meaning the dream! Mr Tupper And sulphurous flashes blear and singe

does not know it was a dream of love That sweetest of eyes with its delicate fringe,

in fear; and interpreting it literally, Till, all its loveliness blasted and dead,

transforms Geraldine into a “ bright The eye of a snake blinks deep in her green snake!" and such a snake! head;

The “ dragon-maid ” coils herself For raven locks flowing loose and long round the “ old oak stump,” splitting Bristles a red mane, stiff and strong,

it to the heart, which, it seems, is And sea-green scales are beginning to hollow and black-and after a while speck

“ The hour is fled, the spell hath sped; Her shrunken breasts, and lengthening And heavily dropping down as dead, neck;

All in her own beauty drest, The white round arms are sunk in her Brightest, softest, loveliest, sides,

Fair faint Geraldine lies on the ground, As when in chrysalis canoe

Moaning sadly; A may-fly down the river glides,

And forth from the oak Struggling for life and liberty too,-

In a whirl of thick smoke Her body convulsively twists and twirls,

Grinning gladly, This way and that it bows and curls, Leaps with a hideous howl at a bound And now her soft limbs melt into one

A squat black dwarf of visage grim, Strangely and horribly tapering down,

With crutches beside each twisted limb Till on the burnt grass dimly is seen Half hidden in many a flame-coloured rag,A serpent-monster, scaly and green,

It is Ryxa the Hag!” Horror !_can this be Geraldine ?"

Ryxa the hag is the Witch's mother You remember the dream of Bracy

-by whom the deponent saith notthe Bard in Christabel-told by him

and undertakes to clothe her with all self to Sir Leoline ?

beauty-in the shape of Geraldine“ In my sleep I saw that dove,

that she may win the love of the Lady That gentle bird, whom thou dost love, Christabel's betrothed knight, and enAnd calls't by thy own daughter's name joy his embraces-only that Sir Leoline! I saw the same

“ Still thy bosom and half thy side Fluttering, and uttering fearful moan

Must shrivel and sink at eventide, Among the green herbs in the forest alone.

lone.

And still as every Sabt

And still, as every Sabbath breaks, Which when I saw and when I heard,

Thy large dark eyes must blink as a snake's." I wondered what might ail the bird ; For nothing near it I could see,

She tells her, too, to beware of the Save the grass and green herbs underneath hymning of the Holy Bard-. the old Tree,

For that the power of hymn and harp And in my dream methought I went

Thine innermost being shall wither and To search out what might there be found; And what the sweet bird's trouble meant And the same hour they touch thine ears, That thus lay fluttering on the ground.

A serpent thou art for a thousand years." I went and heard, and could descry No cause for her distressful cry;

Such is Canto Third, and it exBut yet for her dear Lady's sake

plains -as we understand it, what I stooped, methought, the dove to take,

occurred immediately before the meetWhen lo! I saw a bright green snake ing of Christabel and the Witch beCoiled around its wings and neck,

neath the oak, as described in the

warp,

First Canto by Coleridge. But how “ leaps the moat,"-an unusual feat. the Dragon Maid was so beautiful be. And who is he? Amador, " a found. fore her mother endowed her with the ling youth,” who having been exposed borrowed mein of Geraldine, we do in infancy “ beneath the tottering not know; nor are we let into the Bowther-stone," and picked up by Sir secret of the cause of her hatred of Leoline, in due course of time fell in Christabel in particular, more than of love with Christabel, and, on discoany other lovely Christian lady with very of their mutual affection, had a Christian lover, of whom there must been ordered by the wrathful Baron have been many at that day among away to the Holy Land, not to return the Lakes. The Canto seems to " Till name and fame and fortune are his." us throughout to the last degree ab. surd.

The progress of the loves of the “handIt pleased Coleridge to give to each some (!) youth and the beauteous maid" of his two Cantos a conclusion_in a is described circumstantially-and we separate set of verses-and Mr Tup. are told that, when climbing the mounper does the same, but oh! my eye, tains together, they did not what verses! He speaketh of hatred “guess that the strange joy they feel --or jealousy-or some infernal pas. The rapture making their hearts reel, sion or another, which, among other Springs from aught else than-sweet evil works,

Grassmere, “ Floodeth the bosom with bitterest gall,

Or hill and valley far and near,

I Or Derwent's banks, and glassy tide, It drowneth the young virtues all, And the sweet milk of the heart's own Lowdore and hawthorn'd Ambleside," fountain,

Such simplicity is rare, even now-aChoked and crushed by a heavy mountain, days, in young people on whom "life's All curdled, and harden'd, and blacken'd, noon is blazing bright and fair." But doth shrink

so it was, Mr Tupper assures us in Into the Sepia's stone-bound ink !!” &c. lines that will bear com

lines that will bear comparison with Think of these lines as Coleridge's,

any thing of the kind in any language. 6. The creature of the God-like fore

“ Thus they grew up in each other,

Till to ripened youth

They had grown up for each other ; Part Fourth beginneth thus

Yet, to say but sooth, -6 The eye of day hath opened grey,

She had not lov'd him, as other

Than a sister doth, And the gallant sun

And he to her was but a brother, Hath trick'd his beams by Rydal's streams,

With a brother's troth : And waveless Coniston;

But selfish craft, that slept so long, From Langdale Pikes his glory strikes,

And, if wrong were, had done the wrong, From heath and giant hill,

Now, just awake, with dull surprise From many a tairn, and stone-built cairn,

Read the strange truth, And many a mountain rill:

And from their own accusing eyes Helvellyn bares his forehead black,

Condemned them both, And Eagle-crag, and Saddleback,

That they, who only for each other And Skiddaw hails the dawning day,

Gladly drew their daily breath, And rolls his robe of clouds away."

Now must curb, and check, and smother Mr Tupper knows nothing of the Through all life, love strong as death ; localities and should have consulted . While the dear hope they just have learot to Green's Guide before sitting down to prize,

continue" Christabel. Coniston has And fondly cherish, no connexion with Rydal's streams, The hope that in their hearts deep-rooted nor have they any connexion with Sir

lies, Leoline's Castle in Langdale_much M ust pine and perish: less has Helvellyn-and least of all for the slow prudence of the worldly wise have Saddleback and Skiddaw. No

In cruel coldness still denies

The foundling youth to woo and win doubt the eye of day" saw them all, and many a place beside; but this

The heiress daughter of Leoline.” slobbering sort of work is neither To part them was as bard as to bid poetry nor painting-mere words. “ The broad oak stump, as it stands on the

" The broad oak stumn, as A stranger knight with a noble re- farm, tinue arrives at the Castle gate, and Be rent asunder by strength of arm;"

head !"

the wrench as severe as that needed Roland had been friends in youth, and “ To drag the magnet from the pole,

cannot have forgotten Coleridge's exTo chain the freedom of the soul,

quisite description of their quarrel and To freeze in ice desires that boil,

estrangement. He would have paint. To root the mandrake from the soil," &c.

ed their reconciliation in a few lines of

light. But attend to Tupper-and But Amador, after ten years' absence remember the parties are, each of --so Christabel was no girl-now re- them, bordering, by his account, on turned “ with name and fame and for fourscore. tune-for

" Like aspens tall beside the brook, - The Lion King, with his own right hand, The stalwarth warriors stood and shook, Had dubbed him Knight of Holy Land, And each advancing feared to look The crescent waned where'er he came,

Into the other's eye;
And Christendom rung with his fame, 'Tis fifty years ago to-day
And Saladin trembled at the name

Since in disdain and passion they
Of Amador de Ramothaim ! ”

Had flung each other's love away Having leapt the moat, and flung him

With words of insult high; self from his horse,

How had they lung'd and pray'd to meet! “ In the hall

But memories cling; and pride is sweet; He met her!_but how pale and wan!

And which could be the first to greet
He started back, as she upon

The haply scornful other ?
His neck would fall;

What if De Vaux were haughty still,
He started back, for by ber side

Or Leoline's unbridled will (O blessed vision !) he espied

Consented not his rankling ill
A thing divine,

In charity to smother?
Poor Christabel was lean and white,
But oh, how soft, and fair, and bright,

" Their knees give way, their faces are pale, Was Geraldine!

And loudly beneath the corslets of mail, Fairer and brighter, as he gazes

Their aged hearts in generous heat
All celestial beauty blazes

Almost to bursting boil and beat;
From those glorious eyes,

The white lips quiver, the pulses throb, And Amador no more can brook

They stifle and swallow the rising sob, The jealous air and peevish look

And there they stand, faint and unmann'd, That in the other lies !"

As each holds forth his bare right band !

Yes, the mail-clad warriors tremble, This is rather sudden, and takes the

All unable to dissemble reader aback-for though poor Chris

Penitence and love confest, tabel had had a strange night of it, she

As within each aching breast was a lovely creature the day before, The flood of affection grows deeper and and could not have grown so very

stronger lean and white" in so short a time. Till they can refrain no longer, Only think of her looking "peevish! But with,-' Oh, my longt-lost brother l' But

To their hearts they clasp each other, “A trampling of boofs at the cullice-port,

Vowing in the face of heaven
A hundred horse in the castle court!

All forgotten and forgiven !
From border wastes a weary way,
Through Halegarth wood and Knorren

“ Then, the full luxury of grief

That brings the smothered eoul relief, moor, A mingled numerous array,

Within them both so fiercely rushed On panting palfreys black and grey,

That from their vanquish'd eyes out-gushed With foam and mud bespattered o'er,

A tide of tears, as pure and deep Hastily cross the flooded Irt,

As children, yea as cherubs weep!" And rich Waswater's beauty skirt,

Sir Roland tells Sir Leoline, that And Sparkling- Tairn, and rough Seath. his daughter Geraldine could not help waite,

being amused with Bard Bracy's tale And now that day is dropping late, that she was in Langdale, seeing Have passed the drawbridge and the gate." that she was sitting at home in her Here again Mr Tupper shows, some- own latticed bower; but the false one what ludicrously, his unacquaintance imposes on the old gentleman with a with the Lake-Land, and makes Sir pleasant story, and, manifest impostor Roland perform a most circuitous and liar though she be, they take her journey.

- do not start from your chair-for You know that Sir Leoline and Sir the Virgin Mary!

“ Her beauty hath conquer'd : a sunny smile “ The spirit said, and all in light Laughs into goodness her seeming guile.

Melted away that vision bright; Aye, was she not in mercy sent

My tale is told.” To heal the friendships pride had rent ? Such is Geraldine, a Sequel to ColeIs she not here a blessed saint

ridge's Christabel! It is, indeed, a To work all good by subtle feint ?

most shocking likeness-call it ra. Yea, art thou not, mysterious dame,

ther a horrid caricature. Coleridge's Our Lady of Furness ?-the same, the same!

Christabel, in any circumstances beO holy one, we know thee now,

neath the sun, moon, and stars, “ lean O gracious one, before thee bow,

and white, and peevish"!!-a most Help us, Mary, hallowed one,

impious libel. Coleridge's Geraldine Bless us, for thy wondrous Son"

“ like a lady from a far countree"At that word, the spell is half-bro

0with that dreadful bosom and side. ken, and the dotards, who had been

stain still the most beautiful of all the kneeling, rise up; the Witch gives a

witches--and in her mysterious wickslight hiss, but instantly recovers her

edness powerful by the inscrutable gentleness and her beauty, and both

secret of some demon-spell over the fall in love with her, like the elders

best of human innocence—the dragonwith Susanna.

daughter of an old red-raged hag, “ Wonder-stricken were they then, hobbling on wooden crutches! Where And full of love, those ancient men, is our own ? Coleridge's bold EngFull-fired with guilty love, as when lish Barons, stiff in their green eld as In times of old

oaks, Sir Leoline and Sir Roland, To young Susanna's fairness knelt

with rheumy eyes, slavering lips, and Those elders twain, and foully felt

tottering knees, shamelessly wooing The lava-streams of passion melt

the same witch in each others presence, Their bosoms cold.”

with all the impotence of the last stage They walk off as jealous as March of dotage! hares, and Amador, a more fitting wooer, supplies their place.

“ She had dreams all yesternight His head is cushioned on her breast,

Of her own betrothed knight;

And she in the midnight wood will pray Her dark eyes shed love on his,

For the weal of her lover that's far away!" And his changing cheek is prest By her hot and thrilling kiss,

That is all we hear of him from ColeWhile again from her moist lips

ridge-Mr Tupper brings before us The honeydew of joy he sips,

the " handsome youth(yes! he calls And views, with rising transport warm, him so), with Her half-unveil'd bewitching form.”

“a goodly shield, At this critical juncture Christabel Three wild-boars or, on an azure field, comes gliding ghost-like up to him

While scallop-shells on an argent fess and Amador, most unaccountably Proclaim him a pilgrim and knight no stung

less !! -“ Stung with remorse, Enchased in gold on his helmet of steel Hath drop't at her feet as a clay-cold corse;" A deer-bound stands on the high-plumed she raises him up and kisses him_Ger- keel I" &c. aldine, with “an involuntary hiss and And thus equipped--booted and spur. snake-like stare," grashes her teeth red-armed cap-a-pie—he leaps the on the loving pair. "Bard Bracy plays moat.--contrary to all the courtesies on his triple-stringed Welsh harp a of chivalry-and, rushing up to the holy hymn-Geraldine is convulsed, lady, who had been praying for him grows lank and lean

for ten years (ten is too many), he • The spell is dead the charm is o'er,

turns on his heel as if he had stumbled Writhing and circling on the floor,

by mistake on an elderly vinegar-viWhile she curl'd in pain, and then was

saged chambermaid, and makes fu

rious love before her face to the lady seen no more."

on whose arm she is fainting ;--and this Next day at noon Amador and is in the spirit of_Coleridge! It won't Christabel are wed—the spirit of the do to say Amador is under a spell. No bride's mother descending from heaven such spell can be tolerated-and so far to bless the nuptials—the bridegroom from being moved with pity for Amais declared by her to be Sir Rowland's dor as infatuated, we feel assured, son

that there is not one Quaker in Ken

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