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mutineers dragged their captain out of bed and brought him upon deck. Here
“ He dared them to the worst, exclaiming · Fire,'" but they, instead of taking him at his word, pat him and their other officers into a boat with
“Some cordage, canvas, sails and lines and twine," to which was added the following uisite exqmagnetic spiritualization
“That trembling vassal of the Pole, The feeling compass, Navigation's soul." Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy: as by the fancied stone of the Chemist, all it touches is turned into gold, In Captain Bligh's plain, sailor-like narrative he represents himself as asking Christian, the chief mutineer, "whether this was a proper return for his long experienced friendship?". He appeared disturbed at the question, and answered with much emotion, " That-Captain Bligh-that is the thing I am in hell-I am in hell.” These few rude words of the guilty sufferer speak the terrors of conscience far more forcibly than any finished portraiture which could be elaborated by a narrator: and Lord Byron, uniting refined delicacy of taste and judgment with the strictest historic fidelity, has taken care to transfer them in all the bloom of their simplicity to his glowing rhymes.
“ His feverish lips thus broke their gloomy spell,
'Tis THAT! 'Tis Thar! I AM IN HELL! IN HELL !'” After this farewell Captain Bligh and his companions get to land as they can, and the first Canto concludes with “ Hazza for Otaheite."
Canto the second opens very appropriately with a Song of the Tonga Islands; because Christian and his Comrades took refuge in Toobonai, which is not one of the Tonga Islands. Be this as it may, somebody sings a song about wood-doves, who coo from Bolotoo, about Mooa, Marly, Fiji, Tappa, Hooni, gay Licoo, Mataloco and many other highly interesting things or persons. We are not quite sure when this song was first sung, nor who sang it, for it is described as a
“ ditty of Tradition's days Which to the dead a lingering fame conveys," and afterwards, truly enough, as a "simple stave.”
simple stave.” On the present occasion, however, it was sung on “ The tropic afternoon of Toboonai"
by a gentle savage songstress, who had been taught“ pas. sion's desolating joy" by a stranger, and was
“ Herself a billow in her energies." She had a wild warm bosom, and a clear nut-brown skin. was lovely, premature, and dusky; full of life and (of course) volaptuous. She had smiles and tears like a Naiad's care before an earthquake changes it into.
“ The amphibious desart of the dank morass, (a sort of desart which is very sublime and quite new to us :) and her name was Neuha. The gentleman who sat by while she sung was blue eyed and fair haired, “a careless thing," a native of the Hebrides, a husband of Neuba, and his name was Torquil. - Torquil it seems had been attracted on his first visit to Otaheite, Toobonai, the Topga Islands, or all three or some one of them, by
“ The bread tree which without the plough-share yields
The unreaped harvest of unfurrowed fields,
Without a furnace in unpurchased groves. In this bappy olimate, therefore, so far exceeding the most brilliant anticipations even of the author of Political Justice, that instead of the plougla being turned into a field and performing its office without the superintendence of may, there is absolutely no need of a plaugh at all : (every body will perceive how daințily Lord Byron has versified the passage to which we allude) free from all apprehensions : of burnt bones, plaster of Paris, alum, and short weight, had Torquil taken up his abode.
his abode. Here sea-spread nets and healthy slum. bers, the chaoe and the race, the eanoe and the cottage, the palm, the cava, the yam and the cocoa, “ the luxuries of seas and woods, The airy joys of social solitudes," (alack ! alack ! " we will took again for the intellect of these poetries”) performed a wondrous work, which Lord Byron recounts in most mellifluous song--they,
" Did more than Europe's discipline had done,
And civilized civilization's son !". Torquil and Neuba loved mountain scenery, and so too does Lord Byron. He "adores” the Alps, I loves” the Apennine, “reveres" Parnassus, and has beheld" Ida and Olympus ; and all, as we learn from the following note, in consequence of the scarlet fever. Really these notices of self from a great man are mightily taking, and will be a bonne bouche for posterity.-"Am not I, I, if there be such
“ When very young, about eight years of age, after an attack of the scarlet fever at Aberdeen, I was removed by medical advice into the Highlands. Here I passed occasionally some summers, and from this period I date my love of mountainous countries. I can never forget the effect a few years afterwards in England, of the only thing I had long seen, even in miniature, of a mountain, in the Malvern Hills. After I returned to Cheltenham, I used to watch them every afternoon at sunset, with a sensation which I cannot describe. This was boyish enough ; but I was then only thirteen years of age, and it was in the holidays.” P. 33.
Torquil and Neuba loved each other also, as we are assured in some amatory lines in which bid rhymes to did, and his to kiss : and they loved not according to those conjugal forms which Lord Byron in this, as in all other matters, referring to self alone as a testimony, imagines to be general to matrimony. While solacing themselves on the sea shore, one fine summer's evening, they are disagreeably interrupted by a shrill naval whistle and a whiff of tobacco, which last gives occasion to the least vapid lines in the Poem. The dialogue which follows defies all abridgment; we must give it entire.
" " What cheer, Ben Bunting' cried (when in full view
Ey, ey,' quoth Ben, 'not new, but news enow';
Ey, ey; for that, "tis- all the same to Ben.'
Of arms; and we have got some guns to bear,
• Right,' quoth Ben, that will do for the marines.'” P. 44. After this right naval salutation, we are rapidly hurried over a sea fight in which the mutineers are beaten by a vessel sent out to discover their retreat. The survivors, Christian, Torquil, Ben Bunting and some others, are found, on opening the third Canto, wounded and fugitive under a beetling rock. The two first have no marked characteristics : the third must have betrayed much peculiarity of expression. He is next to Torquil, and is thus described ;
" Beside him stood another Rough as a bear, but willing as a brother." A little onward, however, Christian is allowed to partake somewhat of his mate's nature; for when Neuba carries Torquil off in a canoe, Christian, who is moved at the sight,
“ Gazed upon the pair as in his den A lion looks upon his cubs again." Furthermore, why Christian looked like a lion, why Torquil and Neuha looked like a lion's cubs, or why either Chris. tian or the lion gazed either once or again, we are not informed. Neuha directs her friends to take care of Christian and his comrades. She, with Torquil singly, rows to a craggy isle, whose precipitous side affords no hope of landing. They are gained upon by their pursuers. She instructs her lover to follow her boldly, and they both dive to the bottom and are seen to rise no more. The crew which tracked them is astonished at their disappearance, and after a short pause it departs with a conviction that they are both drowned, and leaves the Poet to speculate upon the probability that the lovers are blowing shells and combing their hair with, mermaids. Neuha, however, was too wise for so desperate a leap. She dived “smoothly, bravely, and brilliantly,"
" Leaving a streak of light behind her heel
Which struck and flashed like like what, in the name of all that is marvellous ? Gentle reader, your queries are all wide of the mark, and the noble Bard must speak for himself
Which struck and flashed like AN AMPHIBIOUS STEEL!"
And soul-but who shall answer where it went ?
Are pardoned their bad hearts for their worse brains." P. 76. Such is the Poem of “ The Island," the first which Lord Byron has publicly avowed since his cross with the Cockney School : the first also of bis works for the production of which we can most sincerely thank him. He will not accuse us of flattery, when we assure him that we cordially wish for the extensive circulation of the present specimen of his powers, and that we think by continuing to write as he has here written, he will effectually furnish an antidote to much of his former poison.
Arr. V. The Scottish Pulpit ; a Collection of Sermons
by Eminent Clergymen of the Church of Scotland. Edited
by the Rev. Robert Gillan. Ogle and Co. 1823. TAIS is a pic-nic volame, contributed by about a dozen of the topping preachers of the North, and now given to the world, as a specimen of the best that is done in that way by our brethren of the Scottish establishment. It seems there was a publication of the same sort set on foot about thirty or forty years ago, called the “Scottish Preacher,” and which we believe extended to several volumes ; consisting, like the present performance, of separate Sermons by different authors, and serving the part of a magazine for successful efforts of pulpit oratory, or of ecclesiastical research. Mr. Gillan regrets the discontinuance of the miscellany now alluded to, “fraught," as he tells us, “ with such-general utility,” and being