1827.] 



Domestic and Foreign. 



645 



Now look at Coleridge's : 

 Affection! confidence! they needed thee. 

 Necessity, impetuous remonstrant! 

 Who not with empty names, or shows of proxy, 

 Is served; who'll have the thing, and not the 



symbol, 



Ever seeks out the greatest and the best, 

 And at the rudder places him, e'n though 

 She had been forced to take him from the rabble- 

 She, this Necessity, it was that placed thee 

 In this high office ; it was she that gave thee 

 Thy letters-patent of inauguration. 

 For, to the uttermost moment that they can, 

 This race still help themselves at. cheapest rate 

 With slavish souls, with puppets! At the ap- 

 proach 



Of extreme peril, when a hollow image 

 Is found a hollow image, and no more, 

 Then falls the power into the mighty hands 

 Of Nature of the spirit giant-born, 

 Who listens only to himself, knows nothing 

 Of stipulations, duties, reverences, 

 And, like the emancipated force of fire, 

 Unmastered, scorches, ere it reaches them ; 

 Their fine-spun webs . 



The same differance of spirit is observ- 

 able in the rendering of these beautiful 

 conceptions : 

 6, never will I smile at his belief 

 In starry influence and ghostly might. 

 'Tis not alone man's pride that peoples space 

 With visionary forms and mystic powers ; 

 But for the loving heart, this common nature 

 Is all too narrow, and a deeper meaning 

 Lies in the fables of our childish years, 

 Than in the truer lore of after life. 

 The lovely world of wonder 'tis, alone, 

 That echpes back the heart's ecstatic feeling, 

 That spreads for men its everlasting room, 

 And with the waving of its thousand branches 

 Rocks the enchanted spirit to repose. 

 The world of fable is love's home ; he dwells 

 Gladly with fays and talismans, and gladly 

 Believes in gods, for he himself is godlike. 

 The fairy shapes of fables are no more ; 

 The deities of old have wandered out ; 

 But still the heart must have a language, still 

 The early names come back with early feelings ; 

 And in the starry heavens we seek those forms, 

 That friendly once in life have walked beside us. 

 Still from yon sky they smile on lovers down, 

 And all that's great on earth even now is sent us 

 From Jupiter, from Venus all that's/azr. 



Now Coleridge : 

 Oh never rudely will I blame his faith 

 In the might of stars and angels ! 'Tis not merely 

 The human being's PRIDK that peoples space 

 With life and mystical predominance ; 

 Since likewise for the stricken heart of LOVE 

 This visible nature, and this common world, 

 Is all too narrow : yea, a deeper import 

 Lurks in the legend told my infant years 

 Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. 

 For Fable is Love's world, his house, his birth- 

 place ; 



Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, 

 And spirits ; and delightedly believes 

 Divinities, being himself divine. 

 The intelligible forms of ancient poets, 



The fair humanities of old religion, 



The power, the beauty, and the majesty, 



That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, 



Or forest, by slow stream, or pebbly spring ; 



Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have 



vanished 



They live no longer in the faith of reason ! 

 But still the heart doth need a language ; still 

 Doth the old instinct bring back the old names. 

 And to yon starry world they now are gone, 

 Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth 

 With man as with their friend ; and to the lover 

 Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky 

 Shoot influence down ; and even at this day 

 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, 

 And Venus who brings every thing that's fair. 



The Gold-headed Cane ; 1827. The 

 widow of Dr. Baillie presented to the Col- 

 lege of Physicians a gold-headed cane, 

 which had been successively in the pos- 

 session of Radcliffe, Mead, Askew, Wit- 

 cairn, and Baillie, whose several armorial 

 bearings are engraved on the head of it. 

 This circumstance suggested the little 

 publication before us, which is simply a 

 sketch of the lives of these eminent men, 

 interspersed with notices of other physi- 

 cians, from Linacre downwards. 



XfU!7o>tfvo; ipse loquitur. Of RadclifFe 

 the most remarkable circumstance related 

 is the very large professional income he 

 made. He had not been in practice a 

 twelvemonth before he got twenty guineas 

 a day. He was physician to William, 

 Mary, and Anne. William paid him 

 splendidly; besides allowing him 200 a 

 year beyond his other physicians, he gave 

 him 500 guineas for curing Bentinck and 

 Zulestein j and once, when Radcliffe went 

 to the camp before Namur to attend on 

 Albemarle remaining one week Wil- 

 liam gave him an order on the treasury 

 for 1,200, and Albemarle himself added 

 400 guineas. Daudridge, the apothe- 

 cary, patronised by Radcliffe, died worth 

 50,000. Allowing for difference of no- 

 minal and real value of money, who makes 

 any thing like this sum now ? But talk- 

 ing of fees, Mead relates one received 

 by Hamey, a great benefactor of the Col- 

 lege : 



It was in the times of the civil wars when it 

 pleased God to visit him with a severe fit of sick- 

 ness,orperipneumonia, which confined him a great 

 while to his chamber, and to the more than ordi- 

 nary care of his tender spouse. During this afflic- 

 tion he was disabled from practice ; but the very 

 first time he dined in his parlour afterwards, a 

 certain great man in high station came to consult 

 him on an indisposition ratione vagi sui amoris 

 and he was one of the godly ones too of those 

 times. After the doctor received him in his study, 

 and modestly attended to his long religious pre- 

 face, with which he introduced his ignominious 

 circumstances, and Dr. Hamey had assured him of 

 his fidelity, and gave him hopes of success in his 

 affair, the generous soldier (for such he was) drew 

 out of his pocket a bag of gold, and offered it all 

 at a lump to his physician. Dr. Hamey, surprised 



