Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 66, No 405, July 1849. Various

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СКАЧАТЬ etiam immensum cœlo venit agmen aquarum,

      Et fœdam glomerant tempestatem imbribus atris

      Collectæ ex alto nubes: ruit arduus æther,

      Et pluviâ ingenti sata læta, boumque labores

      Diluit: implentur fossæ, et cava flumina crescunt

      Cum sonitu, fervetque fretis spirantibus æquor.

      Ipse Pater, mediâ nimborum in nocte, corusca

      Fulmina molitur dextrâ: quo maxima motu

      Terra tremit: fugêre feræ, et mortalia corda

      Per gentes humilis stravit pavor: ille flagranti

      Aut Atho, aut Rhodopen, aut alta Ceraunia telo

      Dejicit: ingeminant Austri, et densissimus imber:

      Nunc nemora ingenti vento, nunc littora plangunt.

      BULLER.

      You recite well, sir, and Latin better than English – not so sing-songy – and as sonorous: then Virgil, to be sure, is fitter for recitation than any Laker of you all —

      NORTH.

      I am not a Laker – I am a Locher.

      BULLER.

      Tweedledum – Tweedledee.

      NORTH.

      That means the Tweed and the Dee? Content. One might have thought, Buller, that our Scottish Critics would have been puzzled to find a fault in that strain —

      BULLER.

      It is faultless; but not a Scotch critic worth a curse but yourself —

      NORTH.

      I cannot accept a compliment at the expense of all the rest of my countrymen. I cannot indeed.

      BULLER.

      Yes, you can.

      NORTH.

      There was Lord Kames – a man of great talents – a most ingenious man – and with an insight —

      BULLER.

      I never heard of him – was he a Scotch Peer?

      NORTH.

      One of the Fifteen. A strained elevation – says his Lordship – I am sure of the words, though I have not seen his Elements of Criticism for fifty years —

      BULLER.

      You are a creature of a wonderful memory.

      NORTH.

      "A strained elevation is attended with another inconvenience, that the author is apt to fall suddenly, as well as the reader; because it is not a little difficult to descend sweetly and easily from such elevation to the ordinary tone of the subject. The following is a good illustration of that observation" – and then his Lordship quotes the passage I recited – stopping with the words, "densissimus imber," which are thus made to conclude the description!

      BULLER.

      Oh! oh! oh! That's murder.

      NORTH.

      In the description of a storm – continues his Lordship – "to figure Jupiter throwing down huge mountains with his thunderbolts, is hyperbolically sublime, if I may use the expression: the tone of mind produced by that image is so distinct from the tone produced by a thick shower of rain, that the sudden transition must be very unpleasant."

      BULLER.

      Suggestive of a great-coat. That's the way to deal with a great Poet. Clap your hand on the Poet's mouth in its fervour – shut up the words in mid-volley – and then tell him that he does not know how to descend sweetly and easily from strained elevation!

      NORTH.

      Nor do I agree with his Lordship that "to figure Jupiter throwing down huge mountains with his thunderbolts is hyperbolically sublime." As a part for a whole is a figure of speech, so is a whole for a part. Virgil says, "dejicit;" but he did not mean to say that Jupiter "tumbled down" Athos or Rhodope or the Acroceraunian range. He knew – for he saw them – that there they were in all their altitude after the storm – little if at all the worse. But Jupiter had struck – smitten – splintered – rent – trees and rocks – midway or on the summits – and the sight was terrific – and "dejicit" brings it before our imagination which not for a moment pictures the whole mountain tumbling down. But great Poets know the power of words, and on great occasions how to use them – in this case – one – and small critics will not suffer their own senses to instruct them in Poetry – and hence the Elements of Criticism are not the Elements of Nature, and assist us not in comprehending the grandeur of reported storms.

      BULLER.

      Lay it into them, sir.

      NORTH.

      Good Dr Hugh Blair again, who in his day had a high character for taste and judgment, agreed with Henry Home that "the transition is made too hastily – I am afraid – from the preceding sublime images, to a thick shower and the blowing of the south wind, and shows how difficult it frequently is to descend with grace, without seeming to fall." Nay, even Mr Alison himself – one of the finest spirits that ever breathed on earth, says – "I acknowledge, indeed, that the 'pluviâ ingenti sata læta, boumque labores diluit' is defensible from the connexion of the imagery with the subject of the poem; but the 'implentur fossæ' is both an unnecessary and a degrading circumstance when compared with the magnificent effects that are described in the rest of the passage." In his quotation, too, the final grand line is inadvertently omitted —

      "Nunc nemora ingenti vento, nunc litora plangunt."

      BULLER.

      I never read Hugh Blair – but I have read – often, and always with increased delight – Mr Alison's exquisite Essays on the Nature and Principles of Taste, and Lord Jeffrey's admirable exposition of the Theory – in statement so clear, and in illustration so rich – worth all the Æsthetics of the Germans – Schiller excepted – in one Volume of Mist.

      NORTH.

      Mr Alison had an original as well as a fine mind; and here he seems to have been momentarily beguiled into mistake by unconscious deference to the judgment of men – in his province far inferior to himself – whom in his modesty he admired. Mark. Virgil's main purpose is to describe the dangers – the losses to which the agriculturist is at all seasons exposed from wind and weather. And he sets them before us in plain and perspicuous language, not rising above the proper level of the didactic. Yet being a Poet he puts poetry into his description from the first and throughout. To say that the line "Et pluviâ" &c. is "defensible from the connexion of the imagery with the subject of the Poem" is not enough. It is necessitated. Strike it out and you abolish the subject. And just so with "implentur fossæ." The "fossæ" we know in that country were numerous and wide, and, when swollen, dangerous – and the "cava flumina" well follow instantly – for the "fossæ" were their feeders – and we hear as well as see the rivers rushing to the sea – and we hear too, as well as see, the sea itself. There the description ends. Virgil has done his work. But his imagination is moved, and there arises a new strain altogether. He is done with the agriculturists. And now he deals with man at large – with the whole human race. He is now a Boanerges – a son of thunder – and he begins with Jove. The sublimity comes in a moment. СКАЧАТЬ