ideal of heroes. He is no cobbler here, but a Byronian of the purest pattern. "He stands before her now; and who is he A recklessness of all the blows of fate A brow untouched by love, undimmed by hate- Earth held no suffering now for him to bear. Yes; all is passionless: the hollow cheek Those pale thin lips shall never wreathe with smiles; In spite of all his Linda's winning wiles. Yet can we read, what all the rest denies, In the wild sorrow of those dark bright eyes, Bent on that form - his one dear link to earth. He loves, and he is loved! then what avail The scornful words which seek to brand with shame ?" He wanders over the world, as Mrs. Norton makes him say, in ceaseless grief; but as Mrs. Norton makes him do, a very Don Juan among the girls. He falls in love with one who was "A light and lovely thing, Fair as the opening flower of early spring. The deep rose crimsoned in her laughing cheek, To wile all sadness from the heart; Or to our lone meeting-place I wandered up and down for hours- Edith dies of grief on finding that she has married the Wandering Jew-and he goes fighting in the cause of liberty-and on the field of battle meets a widow of the name of Xarifa, singing sadly over her slain husband: "My early and my only love, why silent dost thou lie, When heavy grief is in my heart, and tear-drops in mine eye; Oh! wake thee now, and it will strive to love thee even more," &c. &c. A short courtship suffices, of course, to win over a lady who sings so much of her only love, and her undying constancy. Mrs. Norton puts into more flowing verse the old song of as follows: "Would you court a fair widow of forty years," &c. "And so it was-our tearful hearts did cling And twine together even in sorrowing; And we became as one-her orphan boy Lisped the word 'Father,' as his dark eyes gazed, With their expressive glance of timid joy, Into my face, half pleased and half amazed. And we did dwell together, calmly fond With our own love, and not a wish beyond." This lady dies of a broken heart, because her husband is in "ceaseless woe," leaving him, however, a son, who, in due time, gets married. He sets out travelling again, and sees many scenes of life, some of which are beautifully depicted, and at last he comes to Ireland, where "In the autumn time, By the broad Shannon's banks of beauty roaming," he finds an Irish woman drowning her female infant to save it from dying, on which he rescues the child, and adopts it. The conse quence may be guessed. "That little outcast grew a fairy girl, A beautiful, a most beloved one. There was a charm in every separate curl Whose rings of jet hung glistening in the sun, Of sunniness and laughter sparkled out, And spread their rays of joyfulness about," &c. &c. This, it appears, happened in the first year of legal memory — "When the sacred remnant of my wretched race Gave England's Richard gifts to let them be As she grows up, he recommends her a husband: A deep, low tremulous sound, which thrilled my frame. At its own feelings; and all vainly dashed The tear aside, which speedily returned To quench the cheek where fleeting blushes burned. They live together very happily; but it would seem as if the Irishwoman's fancy had infected him; for when he reflects that Miriam (an odd Irish name) must die a natural death, it grieves him so much that he murders her. He is tried-sentenced to be broken on the wheel-escapes by favor of a thunder-storm-is taken again-voted non compos, and clapped in a madhouse, where he is kept for a century. "Days, months, and years, rolled on, and I had been A prisoner a century; had seen Change after change among my keepers; heard The shrieks of new-made captives," &c. How he escapes is not mentioned, and at the beginning of the book we find him in love with Linda. Her he carries off in the manner of young "Lochinvar, who came out of the west" from an expecting bridegroom. He gets her on board in Spain, we believe and "Graceful as earth's most gentle daughters, That good ship sails through the gleaming spray- Isbal (the Wandering After the anchorage sad things occur. Jew) runs down the vessel containing Linda's brother and betrothed—his own vessel catches fire-he rescues the lady with difficulty; but she dies immediately after, "And the Undying One is left alone." The verses, as the specimens we have quoted will show, are very graceful and pretty, and the poem is full of fine passages. We must not blame a lady, and so handsome a lady too, for making her Wandering Jew a lover. If he be exhibited in a higher flight of poetry, he must take another shape. How could an undying person continue to love a series of perishable beings with an affection that draws with it intense suffering for their removal? He must soon have become perfectly indifferent to the transitory creatures about him. The common picture which represents the Jew as being deeply religious, and abstracted from the ordinary cares and avocations of mankind, and moaning continually for the extended duration of his life, because of the continual temptations to sin, which abiding in the body necessarily exposes him to, is, after all, far more poetical, and capable of being decorated with the sterner graces of song, than the fine melodious rosebud sorrowings of Mrs. Norton. The occasional verses at the end of the Undying One are in general charming. We can not say that we like Mrs. Norton's fun. Though she is of Irish breed, her song beginning" Wirasthru then my beautiful jewel," is not the potato. Farewell, Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton! and we hope soon to see you again. |