532 The Night Wind. 



With regard to "Notre Dame de Paris," much might be said in 

 its favour ; and we would rather consult its pages as authority relative 

 to the court of Louis XI. than trust to the statements of " Quentin 

 Durward." The character of Esmeralda is one of the brightest in- 

 ventions, that ever gave lustre and interest to the work of a novelist ; 

 and certainly we must rather believe that in those times the knights 

 and warriors were more like Captain Phoebus de Chateaupers than 

 Quentin Durward. Quasimodo is inimitable, Claude Frolbo alone 

 does infinite credit to the imaginative powers of any writer, and the 

 denouement is executed with extreme power and energy. The fifth 

 edition of this work, consisting of thirteen thousand copies, is now 

 nearly sold off. We were assured by Eugene Renduel himself, that 

 he gave 60,000 francs, or 2,400/. sterling, for the copyright of this 

 edition only. 



Having thus far combated the false reasoning and rectified the 

 misrepresentations in the " Quarterly," relative to French authors, 

 we shall postpone the conclusion of our article to the next number o 

 our Magazine, and shall then take an opportunity of 'examining the 

 writings of Alexandre Dumas, Lamartine, George Sand, and De 

 Balzac. PARISIANUS. 



(To be concluded in our next.} 



TO THE NIGHT WIND. 



Launched 'neath the shadowy hues of heaven, 

 I hear thee rush thou midnight wind! 

 To thee 110 resting-place is giv'n, 

 Nor home, nor prison canst thou find ; 

 The far wide earth is thine to roam, 

 Where desert sands, and forests wild, 

 Reign savagely alone ! Thou stir'st the foam 

 Upon the deep, that as a happy child 

 Slept tranquilly rousing tb life-like pow'r 

 Strange harmonies, voiceful amid the scour 

 Of tempests peopling the vexed air 

 With winged phantoms, horrible, or fair 

 Sad changeful as thy wind-blasts fly 

 Portentous through the starless sky ! 



E. W. G. 



