The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 3, September 1843Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 3, September 1843
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and should therefore never write in a language that is unknown to a
majority of our readers. The rule will apply as well to the living
languages as to the dead, and its infringement is but in general
a display of the author's vanity. Epithets, unless they increase
the strength of thought or elucidate the argument, ought not to be
admitted. Of similes, metaphors, and figures of every kind, the
same may be affirmed; whatever does not enlighten confuses. The
difficulties of composition resemble those of geometry; they are the
recollection of things so simple and convincing that we imagine we
never can forget them; yet they are frequently forgotten at every
step and in every sentence.' If these remarks do not confirm the
validity of our 'excuse,' we are no judge. * * * HERE is a sharp
thrust at '_Fashionable Boarding-Schools_,' which is all that we
can appropriate of the letter of our Cincinnati friend: 'A modern
boarding-school is a place where every thing is taught, and nothing
understood; where airs, graces, mouth-primming, shoulder-setting,
and elbow-holding are studied, and affectation, formality,
hypocrisy, and pride are acquired; and where children the most
promising are presently transformed into vain, pert misses, who
imagine that to jerk up their heads, turn out their toes, and dance
and waltz well, is the summit of human perfection.' What a satirical
wretch it is! * * * ALISON, in his fine description of the French
army on the morning before the battle of Waterloo, alludes to the
effect of the martial airs upon the soldiers; the 'Marsellois,' the
'Chant du Depart,' etc. This latter we have recently encountered for
the first time, in a superbly-illustrated work, entitled 'Chants and
Chansons of France.' It is a very stirring effusion; as a few of its
opening lines will sufficiently evince:
'La victoire en chantant vous ouvre la barriere,
La liberte guide nos pas,
Et du nord au midi la trompette guerriere
A sonne l'heure des combats.
'Tremblez, ennemis de la France,
Rois ivres de sang et d'orgueil!
Le peuple souverain s'avance,
Tyrans descendez au cercueil,' etc.
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