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And the same model may be traced in the following lines to Bonaparte in his island prison.

• Far from the battle's shock,

Fate hath fast bound' thee;
Chain'd to the rugged rock,

Waves warring round thee.
Instead of the trumpet's sound,

Sea-birds are shrieking:
Hoarse on thy rampart’s bound,

Billows are breaking.
For ensigns unfurling,

Like sunbeams in brightness ;
Are crested waves curling,

Like snow-wreaths in whiteness.
No sycophants mock thee;

With dreams of dominion ;
But rude tempests rock thee,

And ruffle thy pinion.' pp. 122, 123.
This stanza shows, that the author's dislike to tombstones is
not altogether insuperable.
Onward the


of night advances : slow
Through fleecy clouds with majesty she wheels :
Yon tower's indented outline, tombstones low,

And mossy grey, her silver light reveals :
Now quivering through the lime-trees' foliage steals ;
And now each humble, narrow, nameless bed,

hillock not in vain appeals To eyes that pass by epitaphs unread, Rise to the view. How still the dwelling of the dead !' p. 88 And the same image is brought still more prominently forward in the following. • How lonely and lovely their resting place seem'd!

An enclosure which care could not enter :
And how sweetly the grey lights of evening gleam'd,

On the solitary tómb in its centre !
When at morn, or at eve, I have wander'd near,

And in various lights have view'd it,
With what differing forms, unto friendship dear,

Has the magic of fancy endued it !
Sometimes it has seem'd like a lonely sail,

A white spot on the emerald billow;
Sometimes like a lamb, in a low grassy vale,

Stretch'd in peace on its verdant pillow.
But no image of gloom, or of care, or strife,
Has it ever given birth to one minute ;

Whose grassy

For lamented in death, as beloved in life,

Was he, who now slumbers within it.
He was one who in youth on the stormy seas

Was a far and a fearless ranger;
Who, borne on the billow, and blown by the breeze,

Counted lightly of death or of danger.
Yet in this rude school had his heart still kept

All the freshness of gentlest feeling ;
Nor in woman's warm eye has a tear ever slept,

More of softness and kindness revealing.' pp. 230, 231. The following is in a more gay 'and discursive vein; and affords a pleasing view of the literary recreations which are now permitted to those self-denying sectaries. To be by taste's and fashion's laws

The favourite of this fickle day ;
To win the drawing-room's applause,

To strike, to startle, to display,
And give effect, would

seem the aim
Of most who bear the Poet's name.
For this, one idol of the hour,

Brilliant and sparkling as the beams
Of the glad sun, culls every flower,

And scatters round dews, gems, and streams;
Until the wearied, aching sight,
Is « blasted with excess of light.
Another leads his readers on

With scenery, narrative, and tales
Of legends wild, and battles won-

Of craggy rocks, and verdant vales ;
Till, always on amazement's brink,
We find we have no time to think.
And last, not least, a master mind,

Around whose proud and haughty brow,
Had he but chosen, might have twin'd

The muses' brightest, greenest bough,
Who, would he his own victor be,
Might seize on immortality.
He too, forsooth, with morbid vein,

Must Aling a glorious fame away ;
Instruction and delight disdain,

And make us own, yet loathe his sway :
From Helicon he might have quaft'd,
Yet turn'd to Acheron's deadly draught.
O shame and glory of our age!

With talents such as scarcely met
In bard before: thy magic page

Who can peruse without regret ?

Or think, with cold, unpitying mien,

Of what thou art, and mightst have been?' pp. 107-109. What follows has rather more of the ardour and tenderness of love, than we had supposed tolerated in the Society of Friends. • I did not forget how with Thee I had paced

On the shore I now trod, and how pleasant it seem'd;
How my eye then sought thine, and how gladly it traced

Every glance of affection which mildly it beam'd.
The beginning and end of our loves were before me;

And both touch'd a chord of the tenderest tone;
For thy SPIRIT, then near, shed its influence o'er me,

And told me that still thou wert truly my own.
Yes, I thought at the moment, (how dear was the thought !)

That there still was a union which death could not break;
And if with some sorrow the feeling was fraught,

Yet even that sorrow was sweet for thy sake.
Thus musing on thee, every object around

Seem'd to borrow thy sweetness to make itself dear ;
Each murmuring wave reach'd the shore with a sound

As soft as the tone of thy voice to my ear.
The lights and the shades on the surface of ocean,

Seem'd to give back the glimpses of feeling and grace,
Which once so expressively told each emotion

Of thy innocent heart as I gaz'd on thy face.
And, when I look'd up to the beautiful sky,

So cloudless and calm; oh! it harmoniz'd well
With the gentle expression which spoke in that eye,

Ere the curtain of death on its loveliness fell!' The following stanzas on the Sea appear to us at once simple and powerful. • Oh! I shall not forget, until memory depart,

When first I beheld it, the glow of my heart;
The wonder, the awe, the delight that stole o'er me,
When its billowy boundlessness open'd before me !
As I stood on its margin, or roam'd on its strand,
I felt new ideas within me expand,
Of glory and grandeur, unknown till that hour,
And my spirit was mute in the presence of Power!
In the surf-beaten sands thnt encircl'd it round,
In the billow's retreat and the breaker's rebound,
In its white-drifted foam, and i , dark-heaving green,
Each moment I gaz'd som fre I beauty was seen.

pp. 176-7.

And thus, while I wander'd on ocean's bleak shore,
And survey'd its vast surface, and heard its waves roar,
I seem'd wrapt in a dream of romantic delight,

And haunted by majesty, glory, and might!' pp. 242–3. These specimens, 'we believe, will suffice:-we shall add but one more from the concluding verses

, as a further illustration of the author's descriptive talent. • It is the very carnival of nature,

The loveliest season that the year cau show !
When earth, obedient to her great Creator,

Her richest boons delighteth to bestow.
The gently-sighing breezes, as they blow,

Have more than vernal softness; and the sun
Sheds on the landscape round a mellower glow

Than in his summer splendour he has done,
As if he near'd his goal, and knew the race was won.
It is the season when the green delight

Of leafy luxury begins to fade;
When leaves are changing daily to the sight,

Yet seem but lovelier from each deepening shade,
Or tint, by autumn's touch upon them laid ;

It is the season when each streamlet's sound,
Flowing through lonely vale, or woody glade,

Assumes a tone more pensive, more profound ;
And yet that hoarser voice spreads melody around.
And I have wander'd far, since the bright east

Was glorious with the dawning light of day;
Seeing, as that effulgence more increas'd,

The mists of morning slowly melt away :
And, as I pass'd along, from every spray

With dew-drops glistening, evermore have heard
Some feather'd songster chant his roundelay ;

Or bleat of sheep, or lowing of the herd ;
Or rustling of fail’n leaf, when morning's breezes stirr’d.' pp.282–3.

Our readers, we think, may now judge for themselves pretty fairly of the merits of this volume. It is not calculated certainly to make a very strong or lasting sensation in the reading woris; and has no chance either of eclipsing any of the poetical luminaries that are now in their ascendant, or even of falling into their orbit with its attendant fires. Yet we believe there is a very large class of readers in this country to whom it is capable of affording the greatest delight--all those trar:quil, pious, unambitious persons by whom the higher excitement of more energetic poetry is either dreaded as a snare, or shunned as a disturbance; but who can still be interested and scothed

by the sweet and harmonious amplification of the feelings they have been allowed or taught to think it a duty to cherish. To the members of his own Society in particular, we cannot help thinking that a work like this must be a most acceptable present. Their amusements and recreations have always, we think, been rather too few; and both they and their wellwishers in other communions must rejoice when they can add to them the perusal of elegant poetry, in which they are sure of meeting with nothing that can revolt or offend ; and from the very success and celebrity of which their whole body must receive new credit and respectability.


The Transactions of the Horticultural Society of
LONDON. Vols. I. II, & III. 1820.

The original state of most of those vegetables which occupy

the attention of the horticuiturist, is unknown; and we are still ignorant of the native country, and existence in a wild state, of some of the most important of our plants, such as wheat, &c. We know, however, that improved flowers and fruits are the produce of improved culture, and that the offspring, in a greater or less degree partakes of the character of its parent. The Crab has been thus converted into the Golden pippin; and many excellent varieties of the Plum boast no other parent than the Sloe. Yet, till lately, few experiments have been made, the objects of which have been new productions of this nature; and nearly every ameliorated variety appears to have been the offspring of accident, or of culture applied to other purposes : An extensive field of discovery is still therefore open io the scientific horticulturist. Societies for improvements in domestic animals, and all branches of agriculture, have been long since founded; but it was not till within these few years that the London Horticultural Society was established, for the encouragement of Gardening. Judging from the past exertions of this Society, we may hope that in a very short time we shall have to record improvements and discoveries of considerable importance: as, till within a few years, Horticulture was left to the common gardener, who, in general, implicitly followed the routine of his predecessor.

Fruit, as an article of general food in this country, is comparatively used in very small quantities. Yet it is well known, that in the great manufacturing towns, in those seasons when it has been abundant, the inhabitants have been far from healthy.

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