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cution, after a legal conviction, can be so young men, who were sons of old and mericalled—he saved the feet, and rescued the torious officers, always had, and always country from the dreadful recurrence of a should continue to have, the first claim on second general mutiny, the first of which his patronage. In this and all other rehad recently, but imperfectly, been subdu- spects, he was not more steady to his pured at home. The second instance was, his pose than prompt in decision. conduct to the officers of the Channel fleet. Of great mental and bodily powers, he Here, too, he was not only fully justified, was never disconcerted by difficulties, and but imperatively called upon, to put in never deficient in means to overcome them. force a rigid system of discipline, which had His vigilance was extreme. Nothing passbeen unaccountably neglected. On taking ed in the fleet without his observation ; and the command of this fleet, he found an ex- he is described to have had an eye so quick traordinary laxity of duty, and disregard of and piercing, that it was often said he apall discipline;-the Captains sleeping on peared to look through one. On shore he shore; boats constantly employed for them; was cheerful, lively, and fond of a joke. the men deserting by hundreds; the Com- The account of his calling up Captain mander-in-chief very much in London; the Darby at Gibraltar, and detaining him at a other flag-officers, good easy men, letting bedroom window to listen to a pretended things go on quietly; and all this while the dream he had just awakened from, is more feet was supposed to be watching that of like a story in a novel than an incident of the enemy, ready to start from Brest ! real life, (Tucker, vol. i. 371.) With chilWhat a difference of conduct must the dren he was always playful, though he had Admiral have here found, from that of the none of his own. The two portraits in active and gallant officers he had been ac- Mr. Tucker's volumes are good; that given customed to command in the Mediterra- by Captain Brenton is a perfect satyr—a nean, where mutual affection and respect Silenus. In his countenance was a strong prevailed. But he soon brought these expression of intelligence; in his figure, other officers to a sense of their duty and and manners, and speech, he was the picobedience;-by rigid and decisive mea- ture of a true Englishman. sures, at first, and by subsequent indulgen- We have liţtle to say generally on Mr. ces to all whom he found deserving of Tucker’s volumes. Though he had every them. He thus succeeded in converting motive to paint the character and conduct their displeasure into regard and good will. of Lord St. Vincent, as regards the public In fact, they soon discovered that, whatever service of the State, in the brightest colors, discomfort the exigencies of the service we must do him the justice to say, that the demanded from them, their Commander-in-portrait he has drawn appears to be a faithchief was the first to make the sacrifice and ful and accurate likeness, free from flattery show the example.

and exaggeration. But, throughout the The liberality of his political opinions work, the execution is far from faultless. was another fault with many; but though In point of taste, correctness of construca decided Whig in principle, his political tion, and purity of expression, it is eminently feelings and opinions were displayed only defective. His long sentences are somein Parliament, or on public occasions. On times so involved, inflated, and inverted, service he never suffered them to appear. as not easily to be intelligible. In this Throughout the whole course of his profes- latter particular we have seldom, indeed, sional career, his conduct proved him to be seen a work so obnoxious to censure. far removed from the influence of party the use made of the Earl's Letters, there is considerations. In the multitude of appli- an utter want of literary resource.

Had cations which he received for promotions, one half of the six hundred he has given from Princes of the Blood, the highest No- been omitted, and the other half dovetailed bles, and Members of Parliament, of his into the narrative, instead of being huddled own party, he invariably told them, as ap- together at the end of each chapter, it pears from his own Letters,* that deserving would have been a great improvement, and

a relief to the reader. Every name almost, * In one to Mrs. Montague, who had solicited in these Letters, is a blank; in most cases the promotion of ------, he says, "The officers of the Ville de Paris remain as they did when I left did before I came into office; and I have refused her; and my own nephew, commander of the to promote at the request of four Princes of the Stork sloop, who is respected as an officer of un-blood.'...These were, the Prince of Wales, and common merit and acquirements, stands as be the Dukes of Clarence, Kent, and Cumberland.


unnecessarily so. These great blemishes | out the apothecary's bills. I'll none of it, and faults will, we hope, be at least partly and pass on." Be not so hasty, good removed, should another edition be called friend, for we know you are not in general for.

so thoughtless. Have you never looked upon sickness in its true light, as a course of moral probation, which it is a blessed thing to pass through, albeit the journey itself be wearisome? Have you never experimentally felt the new ideas it gives one

beheld the new light it floods this world ESSAYS. BY AN INVALID.

in—and found in your own breast such re

vealings of present and future good as more From the Dublin University Magazine.

than atoned for whatever of trial it brought Life in the Sick-Room. Essays. By an Incalid. you? We know well that health and sickLondon : Edward Moxon. 1844.

ness are two states so different, that there This is a wise and thoughtful book-the can exist—naturally—but little sympathy

between them; and now we are not going offspring of a lofty mind—and, coming to us with its pleading motto,

to bring you into the gloom of a sick cham

ber, but into bright light. In examining “ For they breathe truth that breathe their words the work before us, we shall show you in pain,"

trains of thought which the healthful are

too giddy to seek after, and which perhaps cannot fail in finding a welcome. Its tone they are not constituted to experience, even is healthy; and the subjects with which it were their search most diligently condeals are of the highest kind. We have ducted. seldom opened a volume more pregnant in In truth, the daily life of the mind is a noble thought; and throughout are the tra- thing too generally neglected. No doubt ces of a disciplined spirit-a spirit raised metaphysical studies are more followed now and exalted by suffering, which finds “good than at any previous time, and the progress in every thing” it encounters by the way to we have made in them is as pleasing as it its rest.

has been unexpected; but in these we have The writer is evidently a woman. Were more of the mind's history than the record we without the half acknowledgment that it of its daily experiences. They rather lay is so, we should have surmised the fact before us the development of its marvellous from the tone and temper of the work. powers, than reach and touch us by a There is the characteristic fortitude of the sense of personal engagement. Thus they sex under great privation and trial mani- want individuality; and relate to the comfest; the silent endurance; the patient mon possessions of the species, chiefly if hope ; the weakness where man would be not altogether. It is far different to know strong, and the power wiere man would be these things ourselves, to learn them from weak; and, above all, the deep religion of our inner thoughts, and form our philosothe heart, and its inner devotion, which we phy less on books than on the yvūdi gedViỜr. find so difficult—and sometimes impossi- When laid aside from the busier scenes of ble-to attain to. Moreover, the style be-life, we are in a manner constrained to this trays the practised hand; it is simple, yet wise self-searching. The period of invaeloquent, never deficient in power, and al- lidism, which unfits us for the turmoil of ways unaffected and chaste; its beauty is active existence, seems peculiarly adapted not marred by false ornament. We were for the acquirement of this hallowing wisconstantly reminded by it of what the old dom. We breathe a purer air. When Spectator quaintly termed “thinking aloud” worldly hope dies, a better hope is born; -the highest praise that can be given to and in a few days or hours of sickness, we the essay form of composition.

acquire experiences which the long years But we hear some of our own readers of previous health had failed to impart. turning impatiently from the title of our The measure of time is not the years we review. “Essays; by an Invalid !'--pooh, live, but the feelings we have present with pooh! what does the sick man or woman- us during their progress. Thus, some whichever it be—mean by chronicling his, hours are longer with us than as many days; or her, pains and griefs !--cataloguing, I and some days seem as though they would suppose, the physician's visits, and copying never end. We speak of seasons of agony,

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whether of mind or body. Byron says to days, and most hours of the day, have had the purpose

their portion of pain—usually mild—now and

then, for a few marked hours of a few marked “ A slumbering thought is capable of years,

weeks, severe and engrossing ; while perhaps, And curdles a long life into one hour.”

some dozen evenings, and half-dozen mornPain or joy become, in their several

ings, are remenibered as being times of always,

most entire ease. the gauges of duration—the former length- The mind, meantime, though clear and active,

So much for the body. ening it out into an apparently interminable has been so far affected by the bodily state as existence-the latter causing even years to to lose all its gayety, and, by disuse, almost to pass away in rapid and unmarked fight. forget its sense of enjoyment. During the The experience of every one will confirın year, perhaps, there may have been two surour statement. But these antagonistic prices of light-heartedness, for four hours in principles (and not less so in their nature, June, and iwo hours and a half in October, than in their present effects) leave behind diate seasons, on the occurrence of some rous

with a few single flashes of joy in the intermethem, with the heart that receives them ing idea, or the revival of some ancient associaright, one abiding influence of good. Pain ation. Over all the rest has brooded a thick passes away, and is forgotten; good sub- heavy cloud of care, apparently causeless, but sists, and immortally survives. This is not for that the less real. This is the sum of the subject our author first handles :- the pains of the year, in relation to illness.

Where are the pains now? Not only gone, “ The sick-room becomes the scene of in- but annihilated. They are destroyed so uttense convictions; and among these, none, it terly, that even memory can lay no hold upon seems to me, is more distinct than that of the them. The fact of their occurrence is all that permanent nature of good, and the transient even memory can preserve. The sensations Dature of evil. At times I could almost believe themselves cannot be retained, nor recalled, that long sickness or other trouble is ordained nor revived; they are the most absolutely to prove to us this very point-a point worth evanescent, the most essentially and completeany costliness of proof.

ly destructible of all things. Sensations are The truth may pass across the mind of one unimaginable to those who are most familiar who has suffered briefly-may occur to him with them. Their concomitants may be rewhen glancing back over his experience of a membered, and so vividly conceived of, as to short sharp illness or adversity, He may say excite emotions at a future time: but the sento himself that his temporary suffering brought sations themselves cannot be conceived of him lasting good, in revealing to him the sym- when absent. This pain, which I feel now as pathy of his friends, and the close connexion I write, I have felt innumerable times before; of human happiness with things unseen; but yet, accustomed as I am to entertain and manthis occasional recognition of the truth is a age it, the sensation itself is new every time; very different thing from the abiding and un- and a few hours hence I shall be as 'unable to speakably vivid conviction of it

, which arises represent it to myself as to the healthiest perout of a condition of protracted suffering. It son in the house. Thus are all the pains of may look like a paradox to say that a condi- the year annihilated. What remains ? tion of permanent pain is that which, above

“ All the good remains. all, proves to one the transient nature of pain;

“ And how is this? whence this wide differbut ihis is what I do affirm, and can testify.

ence between the good and the evil ? “The apparent contradiction lies in the words 'permanent pain'--that condition being

“Because the good is indissolubly connectmade up of a series of pains, each of which is ed with ideas-with the unseen realities which annihilated as it departs; whereas, all real are indestructible. This is true, even of those good has an existence beyond the moment, be as evanescent as bodily pains. The flowers

pleasures of sense which of themselves would and is indeed indestructible.

A day's illness may teach something of sent to me by kind neighbors have not perished this to a thoughtful mind; but the most incon- .--that is, the idea and pleasure of them remain, siderate can scarcely fail to learn the lesson, though every blossom was withered inonths when the proof is drawn over a succession of ago. The game and fruit, eaten in their sea. months and seasons. With me, it has now in- son, remain as comforts and luxuries, preservcluded several New Year's days; and what ed in the love that sent them. Every letter and have they taught me ? what any future New conversation abide-every new idea is mine Year's restrospect cannot possibly contradict, for ever; all the knowledge, all the experience and must confirm; though it can scarcely of the planets, and the changes of the moon,

of the year is so much gain. Even the courses Illustrate further what is already as clear as its moon and stars."

and the hay-making and harvest, are so much

immortal wealth-as real a possession as all Then, in reference to the past year's ex- the pain of the year was a passing apparition. periences, our invalid proceeds :

Yes; even the quick bursts of sunshine are still

mine. Forone instance, which will well illustrate “During the year looked back upon, all the what I mean, let us look back so far as the


spring, and take one particular night of severe fent, as“ before and after" with the eyes of pain, which made all rest impossible. A short memory and hope, and see light gradually intermission, which enabled me to send my evolving from the darkness, and heavenly servant to rest, having ended in pain, I was intentions of good wrought out by means unwilling to give further disturbance, and wandered, from mere misery, from my bed and my apparently the most adverse. And so our dim room, which seemed full of pain, to the invalid is enabled to speak, at the twelvenext apartment, where some glimm through month's end, of all the thick window-curtain showed that there was light abroad. Light, indeed! as I found New Year's eve, surrounded by the treasures

-“ the richness of my wealth, as I lie, on on looking forth. The sun, resting on the edge of the departing year, the kindly year which of the sea, was hidden from me by the walls of the old priory; but a flood of rays poured terrible and grievous, while he leaves with me all

has utterly destroyed for me so much that is through the windows of the ruin, and gushed over the waters, strewing them with diamonds, ings from on high, and the love from far and

the new knowledge and power, all the teachand then across the green down before my windows, gilding its furrows, and then lighting near, and even the frailest-seeming blossom of up the yellow sands on the opposite shore of pleasure that, in any moment, he has cast into the harbor, while the market-garden below my lap." was glittering with dew, and busy with early

The closing of the essay is very beautibees and butterflies. Besides these bees and

ful:butterflies, nothing seemed stirring, except the earliest riser of the neighborhood, to whom " True and consoling as it may be, to find the garden belongs. At the moment, she was thus that trouble may endure for a night, but passing down to feed the pigs, and let run her joy cometh in the morning,' they have not fulcows; and her easy pace, arms a-kimbo, and ly learned the lessons of the sick-room if they complacent survey of her early greens, pre- are not aware that, while the troubles of that sented me with a picture of ease so opposite to night-season are thus sure to pass away, its my own state, as to impress me ineffaceably. I product of thoughts and experiences musi enwas suffering too much to enjoy this picture at dure, till the stars which looked down upon the the moment: but how was it at the end of the scene have dissolved in their courses. The year? The pains of all those hours were an- constellations formed in the human soul, out of nihilated-as completely vanished as if they the chaos of pain, must have a duration, comhad never been; while the momentary peep pared with which, those of the firmament are behind the window-curtain made me the pos- but as the sparkles shivered over the sea by the sessor of this radiant picture for evermore. rising sun. To one still in this chaos-if he This is an illustration of the universal fact. do but see the creative process advancing-it That brief instant of good bas swallowed up can be no reasonable matter of complaint, that long weary hours of pain. An inexperienced his course is laid the while through such a reobserver might, at the moment, have thought gion; and he will feel almost ashamed of even the conditions of my gain heavy enough; but the most passing anxiety as to how he may be the conditions being not only discharged, but permitted to emerge.” annihilated long ago, and the treasure remaining forever, would not my best friend congratu

We have next the subject, sympathy to late me on that sunrise ? Suppose it shining the invalid, discussed. How difficult to on, now and for ever, in the souls of a hundred sympathize aright! Good-nature will not other invalids or mourners, who may have do this; it is too often as repulsive as it is marked it in the same manner, and who shall kindly-intentioned. Friendship itself here estimate its glory and its good !"

at times fails; it has no plummet for the

depths of hidden sorrow. But when this We trust that there are hundreds whose nearness of identification is reached, what experiences are of a like nature ; but clearly boon on earth beside could compensate for it is not every sufferer who possesses equal it? strength of mind. To recognize in pain a

“ The manifestations of sympathetic feeling chastisement whose tendency is unmixed

are as various as of other feelings; but ihe difgood—“ a mere disguise of blessings other- ferences are marked by those whom they conwise unattainable”-a holy medium through cern with a keenness proportioned to the hunwhich the soul must pass to a higher life-ger of their heart. The rich man has even one must feel that it is sent us from a divine sometimes to assure himself of the gries of his hand. Imperfectly as we frame our ideas friends, by their silence to him, as circumstannow, calling very often evil good, and good

ces which he cannot but feel most import

ant. Their letters, extending over months and evil, when we acknowledge that we are at

years, perhaps contain no mention of his trial, present in a state of moral discipline, we no reference to his condition, not a line which come of necessity to this happy conclusion. will show to his executors that the years over We look not so much on the narrow pres- which they spread were years of illness.

Though he can account for this suppression in “If it be asked, after all this, 'Who can corthe very love of his friends, yet it brings no sole? how is it possible to please and soothe particular consolation to him. Others, per- the sufferer ?" I answer that nothing is more haps, administer praise-praise, which is the easy, nothing is more common, nothing more last thing an humbled sufferer can appropri- natural, to simple-minded people. Never creaate-praise of his patience or fortitude, which ture had more title than I to speak confidently perhaps arrives at the moment when his reso- of this, from experience which melts my heart lution has wholly given way, and tears may be day by day. Speaking the truth in love? is streaming from his eyes, and exclamations of the way. One who does this cannot but be an anguish bursting from his lips. Such conso- angel of consolation. Every thing but truth lations require forbearance, however it may becomes loathed in a sick room. The restless be mingled with gratitude. Far different were can repose on nothing but this; the sharpened my emotions when one said to me, with the intellectual appetite can be satisfied with noforce like the force of an angel, “Why should thing less substantial; the susceptible spiritual we be bent upon your being better, and make taste can be gratified with nothing less genuup a bright prospect for you? I see no bright- ine, noble and fair. Then the question arises, ness in it; and the time seems past for expect- what sort of truth? Why, that which is aping you ever to be well. How my spirit rose propriate to the one who administers. To in a moment at this recognition of the truth ! each a separate gift may be appointed. Only

“ And again, when I was weakly dwelling let all avoid every shadow of falsehood. Let on a consideration which troubled me much for the nurse avow that the medicine is nauseous. some time, that many of my friends gave me Let the physicians declare that the treatment credit for far severer pain than I was endur- will be painful. Let sister, or brother, or friend ing, and that I thus felt myself a sort of impos- tell me that I must never look to be well. tor, encroaching unwarrantably on their sym. When the time approaches that I am to die, pathies. 'Oh, never mind, was the reply; let me be told that I am to die, and when. It i

that may be more balanced hereafier. You encroach thoughtlessly on the time or strength will suffer more with time, or you will seem to of those about me, let me be reminded ; if selfyourself to suffer more ; and then you will ishly, let me be remonstrated with. Thus, to have less sympathy. We grow tired of de- speak the truth, is in the power of all. Higher spairing, and think less and less of such cases, service is a talent in the hands of those who whether reasonably or not; and you may have a genius for sympathy—a genius less have less sympathy when you need it more. rare, thank God, than other kinds." Meantime, you are not answerable for what your friends feel ; and it is good for them, nat- Of the false kinds of consolation, that ural and right, whether you think it accurate which sends us back to our former lives to or not.'

meditate on what we have done, and draw “ These words put a new heart into me,

dismissed my scruples about the over-wealth of comfort from it, is the very vainest; and the present hour, and strengthened my soul for we truly agree with our author, that the future need—the hour of which has not, how-function of conscience is not that of a comever, yet arrived. It is a comfortable season, forter. The stern rebuker of all that we do if it may but last, when one's friends have amiss, how can it rejoice beings whose lives ceased to hope unreasonably, and not 'grown are so many multiplied wanderings ? Oh, tired of despairing.' « Another friend, endowed both by nature chasten ; but, when crowding in its images

little at any time can it do other than and experience with the power I speak of, gave me strength for months, for my whole upon the heart weakened by sickness, what probation, by a brave utterance of one word can it else do than irrevocably condemn?

Yes:' in answer to a hoping consoler, I told And yet men speak of the “happiness of a truth of fact, which sounded dismal

, though an approving conscience !" because it was fact I spoke it in no dismal

“I strongly doubt whether conscience was mood; and the genius at my side in a con

ever appointed to the function of consoler. I firmatory .yes,' opened to my view a whole world of aid in prospect from a soul so pene- to my own experience, the utmost enjoyment

more than doubt: I disbelieve it. According trating and so true.”

that conscience is capable of is a negative

state, that of ease. The power of suffering is Yes; the fitting habitant of the sick- strong, and its natural and best condition I room is truth, simple truth; yet, in no other take to be one of simple ease; but for enjoyplace is deception, in all its hollowness, so ment and consolation, I believe we must look to often found ; and false hopes are excited by other powers and susceptibilities of our nature. well-meaning friends, who with cruel mock-It is inconceivable to me that our moral sense ing promises bid the sufferer look forward can ever be gratified by any thing in our own

moral state. It must be more offended by our to reviving health, even when it has wholly own sins and weaknesses than by all the departed. The true friend is he who tells other sins and weaknesses in the world, in prothe truth.

portion as the evil is more profoundly known JULY, 1844.


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