Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-09-12

Harold, Don Juan, these are this work
we will not say of the misanthrope1+
at least of the aristocTat Are Scot.
so' Yet Byron was Liberal, and Scot
Tory. Alas, the sympathy with hu
manity is the true -republicansm of a
writer of fiction. Liberal and Tory are
words which signify nothing out of the
sphere Of the politics of the day. Who
shall we select from the Liberal poets OF
our aye who has bound us TO the people
like Scott--Shelley, with his metaphysi-
cal refnings!--Moore, with his elaborate
foridity of ofpartriotisms-No! we feel at
once that Nature taught Scott more of
friendship with all mankind, than the phi
losophy of the one or The fancy Of the
other. Out Of print Scott mi ght belong
TO a party-in print mankind belonged to
him. Toryism, which is another name
of the spirit of monopoly, forsooh him at
that point where his inquiries into human
nature began. He is not, then, we ap-
prehend justly liable 10 the charge of
wanting sound moral-even a great
political moral-(and political morals are
the greatest of ally in the general tenor
ofworks which have compelled the high
est classes to examine and respect the
lowest. In this, with far less learning,
far less philosophy, than Fielding, he is
only exceeded by him in one character
(and that, indeed the most admirable in
English fiction )--the character of Par
son Adams.-Jennie Deans is worth a
thousand such as Fanny Andrews. Ficl-
ding, lie Sage, and Cervantes are the
only three writer's, since the world began
with whom as a novelist, he can he com
pared. And perhaps he excels them, as
Noltaire eycelled all the writer's Of his
nation, not by the superior merits of one
work, but by the brilliant aggregate of
many. Tom Jones, Gil Bias, Don Quix-
ote, have not manifested the same fertile
and mighty genius as the author of the
Waverly Novels. +
And that genius seemingly so mex 4
naustible--is quenched at length. We
can be charmed no mOre--the eloquent 7
tongue is mute--the masters wand Is
broken up-the right hard hath forgot
It's cunning-the cord that is loosened {
was indeed of silver-and the bowl that I
S broken at the dark well was Of gold J
beyond all price. a
Death, Of late, has been busy amongst s
he great men Of earth-thc mighty land T
marks ofthe last age, one after one, have q
been emoved:-Cuvicr, Mackintosh, "
I}entham, Goethe, and now Scott-there
IS something, as it were, mysterious and o
solemn in the disappearance of SO many
ights of the age within so short an inter-
al Of each other; land happening, as it 9,
oes, at period when the old elements ,,
+ society are shaken to the centre, it y
pigh have seemed to ancient supersti- L
ion as if the world were preparing itself o
or an unexpected era and the removal f.
Il the chiefs of the past time betokened .,
he advent Of new order Of mind suited
D the new disposition of events. Py
When great man dies he leaves a pa
hasm which eternity cannot fill. Others er
ncceed to his fame--but never to the ex-
ct place which he held in the worlds
ye,--they may be greater than the one
C have lost---but they are not he ~
hakspearc built not his throne on tie
,me site as Homer; nor Scott on that
hence Shakespeare looked down upon
le universe. The gap which Scott Pt
aves in tho world is the token of the "a
ace he filed in the homage of his ~ ~
mes. A hundred ages hence our pos co
rity will still see that wide interval ua- tn
nanted---a vast and mighty era in the be
world which will prove how We
'acious were ''the city and the temple, =
hose summit has reached to heaven" "'
The AUTHOR OF "EUGENE ARAM." ga