succeeding lines are metaphorical. Again, to take an instance of the other kind: They melted from the field, as snow, When streams are swoln, and south winds blow, Of the words here put in italics, the former is a metaphor, the latter introduces a comparison. Though the instances here adduced are taken from a poet, the judicious management of comparison which they exemplify, is even more essential to a prose writer, to whom less license is allowed in the employment of it. It is a remark of Aristotle that the simile is more suitable in poetry, and that metaphor is the only ornament of language in which the orator may freely indulge. He should therefore be the more careful to bring a simile as near as possible to the metaphorical form. Of metaphors, those generally conduce most to energy or vivacity of style, which illustrate an intellectual, by a sensible object; the latter being always the most familiar to the mind, and generally giving the most distinct impression to it. But the highest degree of energy (and that to which Aristotle chiefly restricts the term) is produced by such metaphors as attribute life and action to things inanimate; and that, even when by this means the last-mentioned rule is violated, i. e. when sensible objects are illustrated by intellectual. * Marmion. THE HASTY WORD. WE are too swift to judge the hasty word To tell how sure the vengeance. But the heart,- Of lifeless forms, in trappings that they wore, Ere Death's cold care had claimed them. We should hear Wailings of smothered anguish, though no tear May tell it to the world, sounding amid The forms of mournful memories that lie hid In Time's dark treasure-house. The world,-it hath That we should scorn to heed another's pain. TEMPERANCE HYMN. RULER of earth, and God of heaven, Ruined souls and broken hearts, Ruler of earth, and God of heaven, We renounce the bowl-and never Taste the drunkard's draught-for ever. Ruler of earth, and God of heaven, We renounce the bowl-and never Ruler of earth, and God of heaven! We renounce the bowl-and never 17* HURRAH FOR THE MIND-MARCH! HURRAH for the Mind-March! the music Oh, Mind leapeth forth from her scabbard, THERE is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is, that people can commend it without envy. |