Virginia advocate. [volume] (Charlottesville, Va.) 1827-1860, 1830-07-16

He wants power, sir, said Pudding
ham there is not powerful passage IN
all his writings
He wants force, sir, thundered Mr..
Goshawk, 'there is nothing lorcible in his
works, no effort, no struggle, no swelling
OF the tempest, no pelting OF the pitiless
storm against the inaurated feelings of
the heart, no fighting with the angry ele-
ments ofthose deep buried passions, which
awakened at the magic touch of the BY
rons, and the great UnkpJwns of this pre-
cocious age Tor my part would not give
a pinch OF snuff for writings that did not
awaken the passions. Lord Byron is all
passion
Lord Byron vas distant connexion
of a relation of my husband said Mrs.
Coates
oh, all passion cried Miss Appeby.
All passion cried Mrs. Overend
All passion, cried Paddleford.
And all passion, echoed Lucia, Mr..
Prosser, and the rest of the party.
Well, but, said IIighiield, don't see
why writer should be always in passion
any more than another man. L, for my
part, should not like to be always in com
pany with fellow no was forever ours.
ing his stars, beating his breast, aud talk
my OF shooting himself. Nor do muc h
relish books that address themselves to
nothing but our most turbulent feelings.
1t is the best and purest office of works OF
Inauguration, TO soothe and mitigate those
malignant passions which the collisions of
the world blow into a flame ; and added
he with smile, It is the business of a
young man like me, to listen rathar than
preach. beg pardon for my long speech
Goshawk shrugged his shoulders, and
looked at Lucia, as II TO say, her cousin
was an every day sort of person. Lucia
thought his sentiments tolerable enough,
but what superior man ever talked such
plain English Goshawk Was deter
mined to put down the new pretender at
once.
Sir said he pomponsly, do you mean
to deny that passion is the soul of elo-
quence; the marrow OF poetry the rain
bow which connects the overwhelming skies
of fancy, feeling and imagination the
star that flashes conviction sprinkles the
dews OF Heaven on the bead OF the thirsty
traveller; rehnes, delights, irvigorates and
entrances gives to the scimitar OF the po-
) ct lis brightness 1.-THE dagger of the orator
ITS point; the ardouT of love its purple
, blossoms, and the fire clrevenge its blush
ing iruts!'
Beautiful! beautiful sighed Lucia,
what flow of language What a tor
, rent OF redundant ideas! whata coDgeries
of metaphors " and she sighed again.
The fact is, that Goshawk rolled out these
Incomprehenslble nothlugs with such an
imposing enthusiasm, such rapidity of
utterance, that it is hardly reflection on
= Lucia's good sense that she admired them.
f 1t Is only on paper that nonsense never
escapes detection
Goshawk,' said Highheld, Il hate ar
gument, it is as bad as fighting before la
dies
. Hate argument cried they altogether,
and little Lucia among the loudest--'hate
argument
Il confess it, I'd rather talk nonsense
by the month, than argue by the hour
, Hate argument! cried MIR. Cos
hawk, why it is the hone on which the
Imagination is brought to its brightest
edge
What beautiful figure said Lucia,
he talks like rainbow
Hate argument = cried the iIlusiious
Puddingham, let me tell you sir, the
) great Johnson considered argument as a
cudgel, with which every man should be
furnished, to defend himself and knock
down his adverSaries.'
What charming metaphor p SAID Lu-
! cha, with enthusiasm.
, Metaphor said Mrs. Coates, 'can YOU
, see it in the day time? Do You show me
= where It is, should like to see It's tail in
: day time
My dear aunt said Lucia, excessive
= y mortified, my dear aunt, you mean the
, meteor
Child, said the other, 'don't irri-
gate me. know the difference between
a metaphor and meteor, as well as YOU
, do-the Liquory Gazette could tell me
that
Pray sir said Goshawk 10 Highheld.
, pompously, what do you learn at Col
IegeP
Why little logic, and
And what is logic but argument ;? said
the other.
My good sir, no two things can be
more distinct: | have heard thousands
Of arguments in which there was no more
logic than in the conplet of the primer
Xerxcs the great, did die,
And so must you and f..
And do you mean to deny the concIu-
SON. said the other, with his usual enthu-
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