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COMMODORE MACDONOUGH. Amorous of peace, yet bold in strife,

Curst with no avarice of life; [To the readers of this inagazine it is At glory's call prepar'd to yield unnecessary to recapitulate the circum. All save their freedom and the field.

As Helen lovely, but in fame stances that distinguished the achieve

Chaste as the fair Collatian dame,* ment of this gallant officer on Lake

Like Niobes,f her daughters stand, Champlain. The merits of a victory To grace and animate the land; whichfrustrated the advance of a power- of glorious feat, and daring deed, ful army into our territory, so univer- At once the stimulus and meed. sally felt, have already been recorded in our pages,* and are attested by a On all the embryo seed of time grateful memorial of its fame, a grant A WASHINGTON shall break sublime; of land, situated upon the bay where Laurels shall shade his honour'd bust, the victory was achieved, being voted And ages own the tribute just.

But towering, green to later skies, by the state of New York, to the Com

See shoots of living genius rise; modore, with a farm commanding a

See Liberty's propitious ground view of the scene of action.

Teem with unnumber'd heroes round; Believing that any illustration con

Wide and more wide the line expands, nected with this subject will be consid- From northern to Atlantic strands, ered acceptable, we have given, in a A bold, unconquerable zone, vignette, a view of the farm, and are The fortress of a realm's renown. indebted to another hand for the following lines to accompany it.]

Where spacious Champlain's liquid stores

Yield tribute to Canadian shores; There is a wreath of gorgeous hue,

When pride of pow'r, or lust of prey That gathers life from victory's dew;

Marshall’d oppression's stern array; Whose leaf immortal verdure wears,

Ardent for fame, Macdonough stood, Unfading in the grasp of years;

The rival genius of the flood:

No coward doubts his soul depress'd,
A grace o'er Roman brows it shed,
And flourish'd where the Spartan led;

But all the hero stood confess'd,
Thro' ev'ry age, in ev'ry clime,

As swelling o'er the broad expanse, Enrich'd by tributary time,

He mark'd his threat'ning foe advance, Where virtue woo'd, or valor won,

And rang'd his scantier force, to dare Or lore its letter'd mazes spun,

The dangers of th’unequal war. A ravish'd world obey'd its claim

Vain o'er the lake's internal sweep And bent before the tire of fame.

The hostile thunders shook the deep;

The blazing air on ev'ry side Since freedom's sacred ray no more

In vain their vivid lightnings plied; Breaks on the dwindled Grecian's shore,

Bootless the braggart threat that dar'd

To ravage, 'ere the sword was bard,
And glory scarce a stone retains
On humbled Rome's deserted plains,

And scorn'd the raw, unpractis'd crew,
That wreath transferr'd from distant spheres, Struck by the mighty hand of heaven,

It lack'd the vigour to subdue.
Green on Columbia's soil appears,
Blooming o'er regions widely free,

The feeble spell of pride was riven,
The diadem of liberty.

And Victory's glowing genius wav'd

The olive o'er the land she sav'd.
Yes, o'er her wide unconquer'd plains,
Reviv'd, the Spartan geni's reigns;

From shelving shore, and wooded height,

Unnumber'd crowds beheld the fight, The free-born nature, loth to live,

And saw Columbia's victor ray Shorn of its just prerogative

Chase the vain Briton's star away, The spirit, soaring, unconfind,

Mark'd the wild menace melt in air, Embellish'd from the mint of mind

And rashness darken to despair. Courage, enduring as the wave

But bis, the gallant victor's, fame Whose spoiry surfs her borders lave

The meed of after times shall claim, And manners, undebas'd and free

And while a grateful land bestows
From foul, corrupting luxury.

A rich and dignified repose,
Her sons, like teeming bulwarks, stand The tuneful bard, the letter'd sage,
The Atrides of their native land;

The lights of ev'ry opening age,

His glory's pilot-stars shall be, Biography of Commodore Macdonough. His guides io immortality.

Vol. 7. p. 214. Lucretia. † Niobe was prolific as beautiful.

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AUGUST, 1818.

ART. I.-Madame de Stael. WE

E have prefixed to this number, a striking likeness of the

woman who filled a larger space in the eyes of Europe, than any of her female cotemporaries. She may, indeed, be said to have established a more brilliant reputation in the republic of letters, than any one of her sex that has ever lived. Her death, which happened at Coppet, in Switzerland, in July 1817, produced an almost unexampled sensation, the more lively, on account of the striking and affecting circumstances by which it was marked. At the commencement of the year, she seemed to have anchored firmly in the port of earthly happiness: the storms which were constantly gathering over her head during the ascendancy of BoRaparte, had all passed away; she was safe from persecution and exile; Lewis XVIII had restored to her the two millions of francs which her father, M. Necker, deposited in the treasury of France, in the year 1790; her daughter was united to a man of the highest rank and of distinguished talents; her residence in Switzerland had become a shrine at which genius and learning were always to be found assembled from every part of Europe. She could devote her leisure to composition with all the aids to be drawn from the most intelligent and varied society, an abundant fortune, and entire freedom of opinion. She was yet young, comparatively, not having exceeded her fiftieth year, and being of a constitution that promised a long life. In the midst of these advantages, she was surprised by a fatal malady, and after five months of the severest suffering, sunk into the arms of death. Such a catastrophe to such bright hopes; so radiant a genius so unexpectedly quenched; the exuberant spring of so much rich imagery and ffne philosophy forever dried up; the centre and soul of so captivating a society, irretrievably gone;-were considerations that rushed at once upon all minds and hearts, and gave, in her case, a peculiar solemnity and sadness to the common fate of mortals.

Madame de Stael was born and educated to splendid destinies. Her father, M. Necker, was a farmer-general of immense wealth, and of great talents and knowledge; her mother was remarkable for the extent of her literary attainments, the strength of her un



derstanding, and the dignity of her character. M. Necker, even when at the head of the finances of France, might still be said to be wrapped up in this their only child, who requited his care by an admiration and devotion almost fanatical, and never for an instant interrupted by any of the vicissitudes of his memorable career. At an early age she married a man of rank, the baron de Stael, ambassador from Sweden to the court of France. Placed thus, by reason of the situation of both father and husband, in the very vortex of the dissipation of the French court, she yet sought and contrived to win the highest distinction in the walks of literature. She had only reached her twentieth year when she published her. Letters upon the works and character of J. J. Rousseau wherein she displayed, occasionally, powers of composition almost rivalling those of the extraordinary man of whom she treated. Able critics have decided that she presented, in this little volume, a more satisfactory analysis and juster views of the genius and tendency of his writings, than are contained in the many ponderous dissertations to which the controversy on these topics has given birth. She was of opinion that Rousseau had been guilty of suicide, and gave some offence to his worshippers, by bringing together all the circumstance swhich lead—as we think, irresistibly, to that conclusion. It was over the women of his day that Rousseau had thrown his deepest spell, and it redounds to the credit of Madame de Stael's youthful judgment, that she escaped with something of a moderate degree of enthusiasm for the works of the arch enemy of order and morals. The 'Letters upon Rousseau' attracted much attention, and were assailed in several pamphlets, to one of which the fair author replied in a powerful strain of vindication.

In the year 1790, she printed two dramatic effusions in versethe one a comedy, entitled Sophia, or Secret Sentiments;—the other, a tragedy, The Lady Jane Gray; both composed two years preceding. In the month of August, 1793, appeared her Defence of Marie Antoinette;—that is, two months before the execution of the unhappy queen. We owe a tribute of praise to the generosity of spirit which dictated this production, and to the courage implied in the publication of it at such a period. Madame de Stael had the best opportunities of observing the character of the so much reviled consort of Lewis XVI; she approached her often, and was the less liable to view her with partiality, as the queen would have prevented the return of M. Necker to the ministry, and took no pains to conceal her aversion to the predominance of his counsels. His daughter stood forth fearlessly defer in the hour of danger, and, to the last, asserte as may be seen by the following extrac work, the “Considerations on the Fr

• The queen, Marie Antoinette, w cious persons who ever filled a th should not preserve the love of to forfeit it. As far, therefore

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