New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-07-10


as an egg is full of meat, and every lordsap ana
worship and high form and ceremony OF Englsh
conversation tossed like a football! into the ar
and kept in the air with merciless kicks and re-
bounds. and vet not word is punishaoie ~
statute The wit has Guided all official ZEAL aiio
vet these dire Jokes, these cunning thrusts' t.':s
flaming sword Of Cherubim waved nlgh III a.
eliminates the whole horizon, and SHOWS ~ WV
eyes OF the universe every wound II niiio's
Worst of all for the party attacked II oefea'es
them beforehand OF all sympathy by atl!cipd'A'g
the plea Of poetic and humane conservatism ana
;mpressing the reader with the conVicuon that
the satrist himself has the truest love ior every
thing old and excellent in English land and H.
stitutions, and genuine respect ior the basis OF
| truth in those whom he exposes
We are at some loss how to state what strikes
MS as the fault Of this remarkable book, for the
variety and excellence of the talent displayed IN
it is pretty sure to leave all special criticism IN
the wrong. And we may easily fail IN express
inp the general objection which we feel. 1t ap-
pears TO US as a certain disproportion in the
nict,re caused by the obtrusion OF the whlms OF
the painter In this work, as in his former labors'
j Mr.. Carlyle reminds US Of sick giant. his hu-
mors are expressed with so much force OF constr;
tuition, that his fancies are more attractive ana
more credible than the sanity OF dui!er men
But the habitual exaggeration OF the tone wearies
while it stimulates. 1t is felt 10 be so much ee-
duction from the universally OF the picture. IL
is not serene sunshine but every thing Is seen III
| lurid stormligh,s Every object attltudinlzcs, 10
the very mountains and stars almost, under .ie
relrac,ions of this wonderful humorlsf an" III
stead of the common earth and SKY, we nay.
Martins Creation or Judgement Day CRISIS
has always arrived which requires he"S eh ma
caiU6 One can hardly credit, Wnlie unoef tiie
smell of this ma gician that the world always mac
the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as 10
us.-as of failed world just rGcollectng lis old
withcred forces to begin again and try TO co
little business. 1t was perhaps inseparabc from
the attempt to write book of wit and magma
ton on English politics. thata certain local empha
sis and air of effect, such as is the vice OF preach
ing, should appear, producing on the reader a
feeling Of forlornness by the excess Of value attr
bued to circumstances. But the splendor OF wit
cannot outdazzle the calm daylight. which always
shows every individual man IN balance with his
age, and able to work ont his own salvation from
all the follies of that and no such giarIng con-
trasts or severatics IN this or this. Each age
has It's own tollles, It's majority IS made up OF
foolish young people, Its superstluons appear no
srperstitions TO itself; and If you should ask the
contemporary, he would ted you with pride Or
with regret according as he was practical or
poetic that it had none. But after short time,
/ down 90 its follics and weakness, and the memory
of them; its virtues alone remain, and It's llmlta-
! ton assumes the poetic form of beautiful SUI
pcrstiton, as the dmness Of sight clothes the
objects in the horizon with mist and color. The
revelation of Reason is this of the Interchangeable
ness of the fact OF humanity under all It's sub
jective aspects, that TO the covering 1t always
/ ~ ~
/ The ancicnts are only venerable 10 US, because
distance has destroyed what was trivial; as the
sun and stars affect us only grandly, because we
cannot reach to their smoke and surfaces, and
say, Is that al!
And vet the gravity of the times the manifold
and increasing dangers of the English state, may
easily excuse some over olorlng OF the picture,
and we at this distance are not so far removed
from any of the specific evils, and are deeply
participant in too many, not to share the gloom,
and thank the love and the courage OF the cOun-
scur. This book is full of humanity, and
thing is moro excellent in this, as in all Mr.
Carlylcs works, than the attitude of the writer
He has tho dignity OF man Of letters who knows
what belongs to him. and never devlates from
his sphere continucr of the great line Of scho-
lars, and suslans their Office in the highest credit
and honor. If the good heaven have any word
TO lmpart to this unworthy generation here Is one
scribe qualified and clothed orits occasion. One
excellence he has in an age of Mammon and of
criticism that he never suffers the eye of his won
der TO close. Let who will be the dupc OF trlhes,
he cannot keep his eve off from that gracious In
finite which cmbosoms us. As a literary artist
he has great merits, beginning with the mann
one, that he never wrote one dull line. How well
read, how adroit, what thousand arts in ms one
ar. of writing; with his cXpedient for expressing
those unproven opinions winch he entertalns but
vii, not endorse By summonng one OF his men
of straw from the cell, and the respectable Sau.
cricig. or Tcuelsdrock. or Dryasdust, or Pictur.
esquc Traveller SAYS what IS put into his mouth
, and disappears. That morbid temperament has
given his rhetoric q somewhat bloated character
luxury TO many imaginative and learned per-
sons, like showery south wind with It's sunbursts
and rapid chasing of lights and glooms over The
landscape, and yet its otiensiveness to multudes
g OF reluctant lovers makes Us often wish some
concession were possible on the part Of the hu-
morlst. Yet II must not be forgotten that IN all
his fun OF castanetS, or playing OF tunes with q
whiplash like some renowned charioteers,--in all
this glad and need1ul venting Of his redundant
SrlriIS,-hc does vet ever and anon as If catching
5 the glance of one wise man in the crowd, quit
r his tempcs,uous KEY, and lance at him in clear
'VNei tp4lS tt N'i "oi't, dlH leii " Itu Ie" Sltt
returns to his game. He Is like lover or an out
t law who wraps up his message in a serenade,
which is nonsense TO the sentinel, bat salvation
TO the ear for which It is meant. He does not
dodge the question, but gives sincerity where !;
is due
One word morere respecting this remarkable style.
, We have in literature few specimens OF magnii-
ccncc. Plato Is the purple ancient, and Bacon
and Milton the T;oderns of the richest strains
{ Burke sometimes reaches to that cxubcrant full
ness, though detirent IN depth. Carlyle in his
strange, hal,-mad way, has entered The Field OF