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weeks to come, our individual existence shall be lost in By James Miller.

that abstract essence of mind, which weekly constitutes Could the rose in the vale, love,

what mortals term,
But whisper o'me,

The Edinburgh Literary Journal.
And the voice o' the gale, love,

But carry 't to thee,
'Twould tell a wee story,

So tender o' me,
How I watch'd long and wearie,

Awaiting on thee.


The Edinburgh Review. No. CIII. October. 1830.

London :
To speed on its way,

Longman and Co. Edinburgh: Adam

And bring me my Marie,
When twilight was grey ;-

This Number contains such a variety of matter, so
When the rill made a humming,

much that is really good, and so much that is really bad, My ear caught the noise,

that our readers must allow us to go over its articles seI said, She is coming,

paratim and in succession. I hear her sweet voice.

The first article, “ On the late Revolution in France,"

is political, and lies, therefore, beyond our sphere. All If a stray bird play'd whistle,

that we can say of it is, that it is a spirited and readable My heart gied a beat,

piece of composition. If the leaves made a rustle,

That wbich immediately follows, “ On the MisrepreI thought 'twas thy feet ;

sentations of Clarendon,” especially in reference to John An'aye, in a fain mood,

Ashburnham, groom of the chambers to Charles I., is a I ever sin syne

clear-headed investigation of the trustworthiness of the Think the voice o' the greenwood

historian of the great rebellion.” It is creditable to the Sounds very like thine.

acuteness and industry of its author. It is one of the many West-Houses,

proofs which have been submitted tothe public, that wemust be extremely shy of trusting to Clarendon's statements,

when not supported by the evidence of others. It fails, Oh! the lovely nights in June, Mary!

bowever, to convince us that he was intentionally dishoThe lovely nights in June,

nest. He was a partisan, and saw things under the inWhen the winking stars lead on the dance

fluence of jaundiced feelings; and he seems to have written In clusters round the moon,

much from a vague recollection of first impressions, And the harper of the southern wind

without sufficient reference to documents and criticism Playeth a pleasant tune;

of evidence. He was a politician, and, like all that class,

allowed himself a latitude in the transactions of public When flowers fall asleep, Mary !

business which would have startled even himself in priBeside the gentle streams,

vate life ; but we do think that in writing his History, And the music of the waterfall

he believed himself to be writing truth. Neither are we Is mingling in their dreams,

of opinion that the Reviewer has succeeded in making out While their odours steal away to heaven

a good case for Ashburnham. Clarendon acquits him of On winged lunar beams;

intentional treachery, and the Reviewer admits that he

lost his presence of mind, and allowed himself to be outWhen the sweet-voiced birds are quiet, Mary! witted. And every pair, at rest,

The “ Sketch of the Progress of Geological Science,” In their bed of woven moss and leaves,

contained in the third article, is the ablest and most satisLie fondly breast to breast,

factory outline of this science and its growth that we With their heads below their wings, as though have met with.' We could wish that it had commenced They felt securely blest !

a little less pedantically. “ The earth is one of eleven

planets which revolve round the sun," is the first senOh, the lovely nights in June, Mary!

tence. A few lines further on, we are told, with equal When you and I have stray'd

gravity, “ Man, as an individual, lives only about eighty By the side of Lomond's shining lake,

years.” Now really to see such trạisms stated with all Beneath the beechen shade,

the deliberation of an axiom, and as if they were indisAnd the flow of silver wavelets hush'd

pensable to the right understanding of what is to follow, Our footing up the glade.

is likely to prejudice many of the readers against the

essay, and make them skip it altogether, which will be Oh, the lovely nights in June, Mary!

a great loss to them, for it is a masterly paper. Remember them and me;

The fourth article contains an entertaining and inAnd the vows of love then plighted,

structive summary of the light thrown by Burckhardt's Have kept them holily ;

posthumous works upon the manners and history of the Oh, the lovely nights in June, Mary!

Bedouin Arabs, and the Mahommedan sect of the WaAre sacred unto thee !

habys. We regard the materials collected by that enterGlasgow

N. C.

prising traveller as a most important contribution to the It is melancholy to see the heap of papers which still history of moral culture. remain ; but, as Sandy Snodgrass says, we “ daurna for “ Colonel Tod's Memoirs of Rajasthan" are discussed the life o' us prent them.” “But many a time and oft in the fifth article much in the same manner as “ Burckdo we hope to meet our contributors in our SLIPPERS, hardt's Notes” are in that which precedes it. The ground and the unsuccessful candidates now, may be the success- occupied by the Colonel, however, is not quite so new as ful ones hereafter.

that by the historian of the Bedouins, and we were If, at the commencement of this article, we have in- therefore entitled to expect, on the part of the critic, dalged in a strange and dreamy mood, we once more re- such a knowledge of what had been done by previous tire into the dignity of our inner selves, and for several labourers in the same field, as would have enabled him


to estimate the quantity and quality of additional know- us. We subjoin a brief sample of the style of philosoledge afforded by the work subjected to bis review. From phising adopted by thegentleman who has boldly attempted the whole tenor of the article, however, we incline to to write Dr Brown down an ass. “ Relatives are only suspert that he brought no previous knowledge of the known together : the science of contraries is one. Subject subject to his task, and was consequently at the mercy and object, mind and matter, are known only in co-relation of any assertion the author might choose to hazard. and contrast--and in the same common act: wbile know

Tlie review of Dr Morehead's “ Dialogues on Natu- ledge, as at once a synthesis and an antithesis of both, ral and Revealed Religion” is a just and generous ap- may be indifferently defined an antithetic synthesis, or a preciation of the merits of that work.

synthetic antithesis, of its terms." The next article takes under consideration a batch of Upon the political article respecting the Parliamentary novels, beginning with “ Cyril Thornton," and ending Reform of Scotland, we decline offering an opinion. with “ The King's Own." The criticism is candid and The article purporting to be a review of Galt's Life of ingeniouis.

Byron, is another that calls for the severest reprobation. The Review of “ Allen on the Rise and Growth of It commences thus :--". This (The National Library) is the Royal Prerogative in England” is a pardonable puff one of the many works which have been lately published of an old contributor.

in imitation, or apparent imitation, of the plan adopted Article IX., entitled, “ Philosophy of Perception- by the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge. Reid and Brown,” is, with one exception, the most of these Dr Lardner's Cyclopædia is by much the most painful and objectionable part of the Number. The valuable, and the most recommended by distinguished asEdinburgh Reviewers have been accused of studiously sistance, scientific and literary. Considered as booksellavoiding every allusion to Dr Brown's philosophical ing speculations, they may all be allowed to be moderately writings. The first question that presents itself regarding priced ; but in this most essential recommendation they this their first notice of him is, in what spirit have they are still greatly excelled by the Libraries of the Society." undertaken the task ? Let this brief answer suffice to Again, “ The Society originally bent itself almost exclushow,— They omit entirely to enquire what Dr Brown sively to the important task of bringing down the enorhas really effected in the science of metaphysics, and limit mous price of books, which was by degrees confining the themselves to a proof, that in two passages of one of his use of them more and more to those classes of society works he has misrepresented a doctrine of Reid. Be it who are in easy circumstances." And yet again,-“ It remembered, too, that the work, upon some isolated texts is manifest that such books as many of the volumes formof which they have pounced with an article of fifty pages, ing the libraries, both of Entertaining Knowledge and the was a course of introductory lectures, in which he could Family Library, might be composed by a variety of litenot enter at large into controversy, and that it has been rary men ; and that consequently competition must be published since his death, and was not prepared by him fatal to any one of this sort, not sold at the lowest price for the press.

We see what their apology will be the possible. Those of the Society must always have object of the article was to discuss this isolated question, a material advantage, from being revised by many eminot to estimate the general merits of Doctor Brown. nent men of science and letters, which gives a security But is it fair towards a man of genius, that, after a long against errors, and even against omissions, not attainable and undeserved neglect, the first allusion to him 'in by the works of unaided individuals. Hence the authothe Edinburgh Review should consist of a sweeping rity of the Society's Treatises will always be higher, and charge of ignorance, rested (even allowing that they therefore competition will be less hurtful to them.” The have made good their point) upon a solitary instance reviewer then graciously remarks, that Mr Murray's " is of error ? They say of Dr Brown's lectures,_" we a very excellent, and always entertaining, if not always are not aware that, with one exception, (Sir J. Mackin- instructive miscellany,”-and that Dr Lardner's Cyelo tosh's Dissertation,) any one attempt has yet been made pædia departs less widely than any of the others from the to subject them, in whole or in part, to an enlightened Society's system of always making amusement subordiand impartial criticism." If this be true, has the Edin- nate to instruction ; and tells us finally," The Society burgh Review been doing its duty ?' And now that it never omíts a single occasion to give the practical imhas, at the eleventh bour, condescended to notice them, did provement, the useful reflections, suggested by, or which not justice require that a statement of their general can by some stretch be connected with, the more amusing character and merits should appear, before the critic (more amusing ?) parts of its treatises. All tends to in- 1 lowered himself to the pitiful task of searching for and struction in its treatises ; in those of the other Libraries, parading occasional mistakes ? Is it bis intention (some which adopt the name, but widely depart from the naexpressions almost lead us to anticipate as much) to follow ture of the thing, amusement—in fact, sale—is the main up the present attack by devoting fifty pages to every object." error he may hereafter discover in Dr Brown's works? We should have been somewhat puzzled with this i The article which has elicited these remarks, under the seemingly gratuitous attack upon all the various Libraries false colours of being a defence of Dr Reid, is simply an now publishing, with the sole exception of those issued attack upon Dr Brown ; for the writer is obliged to under the superintendence of the Society for the Diffusion admit that the former was in error, although he attempts of Useful Knowledge, but that circumstances have put it to prove that Brown did not succeed in showing where in our power to take a peep behind the scenes. No the error lay. We are at one with the Reviewer in his Brougham is, to our belief, the founder-to our knowopinion that Brown was deficient in metaphysical reading; ledge, the most active, talented, and influential member but we despise the spirit which can dwell upon and of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge,- i exaggerate this deficiency, while passing over, in sullen Mr Brougham ismor, till a very late period, was one silence, all the originality and subtlety of intellect dis- of the most indefatigable and powerful writers in the played in every page of his writings. We admit that the Edinburgh Review. He has uniformly managed to Reviewer has proved himself to have gone through a varied make that publication subservient to his political schemes; and extensive course of reading—we only wish that he and its conductors have not failed to make it hlow, on al had made a better use of it than waste titty pages upon occasions, the trumpet of his fame. It is a well-knowa a demonstration, for wbich half-a-dozen would have richly practice of that work to append to the name of a book en sufficed, thus laboriously proving himself one of those original essay, in which the book they are supposed to unhappy wiseacres who can only see the faults of great review is not once mentioned. We have seen at least one men. We have often heard the Edinburgh Review work of Mr Brougham's thus circumstanced with a accused of hostility to Dr Brown—we refused to believe supplementary essay by himself tagged to its tail, and s the report, until themselves took the trouble to convince foot-note appended by the editor, lauding to the skies. the

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talent and patriotism of the author. It was very natural tion, and which shall be equally acceptable to readers of all that Mr B. should employ such a convenient and influ- parties and denominations." ential medium for recommending his favourite project;

In an advertisement of a later date, we find the foland accordingly the article opon which we are now lowing passage :--" The present work will be published commenting, is not the first, by a round half-dozen, in in a series of weekly numbers. It will be circulated, which the Society's Libraries have been 'applaaded to the not merely by the ordinary modes of bookselling, but echo. We have not the least objection to this. Every also by means of newsvenders, and other dealers in books, man, Franklin told us nearly a century ago, bas a right in town and country. It is proposed that three numto blow his own whistle, and we suppose the same holds bers shall form a volume, and that each author or subof his trumpet. But when, not contented with praising ject shall be kept separate, so as to enable purchasers to himself, he turns round and begins to disparage bis acquire all the numbers or volumes of each book distinct neighbours, it is high time to stop his mouth. Before from the others." Mr Constable's house became bankproceeding, however, to show the hollowness of the So. rupt in January or February 1826, which occasioned a ciety's pretensions, one fact is worthy of notice. Two delay ; but towards the end of that year, he completed only of the various Miscellanies now in the course of such arrangements as enabled him to publish the first publication, are half excepted from the sweeping censure number on the 6th January, 1827_that is, three months passed upon all-Mr Murray's and Dr Lardner's. Mr before the commencement of the Library of General Murray is the publisher of the Quarterly Review; and Knowledge. Mr Constable was for a long period the it might not have been safe to rouse a man possessed of publisher of the Edinburgh Review and at any rate, it such an efficient instrument for retaliation. Dr Lardner is not likely that a prospectus so novel in its character, nuinbers among his contributors Sir James Mackintosh coming from a person so universally known and respected and Mr Macaulay, both of them possessed of considerable as Mr Constable, could have passed unnoticed by Mr influence in the coterie which manages the Edinburgh Brougham in 1825. We know that the prospectus of 1826 Review.

was sent to him among other Members of Parliament. But to come to the point, the Reviewer affirms that we have only one other circumstance to notice : Conall the Libraries now publishing are in imitation of the stable's Miscellany has now reached its sixtieth volume ; Society's, and that it is the best. First, of the claim to it contains many works, origival, translated, and reoriginality." It is altogether unfounded. We do not stop printed ; but the Edinburgh Review has not yet condeto enquire in how far all the Miscellanies may incline scended to name it. Upon these facts we make no comto admit that their object is identical with that of the So- ment. ciety : bat sure we are, that its plan is servilely copied

Upon the question of comparative merit, it is less neces. from that of the Miscellany projected by the late Mr Con- sary to dilate. The public has had ample opportunity of stable, and still in the course of active publication. By judging for itself

. We have no wish to detract from the application to the publishers of the “ Library of General character of the Society's publications, or to deny the good Knowledge" here, we learn that "it commenced in March they have done. We only enter our protest against the 1827." The term is ambiguous, but we will take the coterie presuming itself to sit in judgment upon this most favourable interpretation—that the first number was question. There is something, however, in the innuendo published of that date. Now, Mr Constable announced about the “many eminent inen of science and letters" who his Miscellany so early as 1825, and spent, at that time,

" revise" the different numbers, which must not be passed upwards of L:2000 in advertisements and prospectuses. over in silence ; but we reserve this matter for a full The earliest of these at present in our possession, is dated exposition, which we have in view, of the system and its the 20th of June, 1825; and we quote from another, dated effects.- To these remarks we have only to add, that the 26th of December, 1825, a few sentences, to show how Reviewer's observations on Galt's book are severe, but completely it occupied the ground, of which the Review not the less just on that account. now represents the Society as the original holders :

The review of Lord Leveson Gower's works is an “The change that has gradually taken place during the article of unequal merit. The first part, which is playful, last thirty or forty years in the numbers and circumstances is good; the second, which is meant to be profound, is of the reading public, and the unlimited desire of knowledge bad. that now pervades every class of society, have suggested the The grand finale, “ The General Election and the present undertaking. Previously to the commencement of Ministry” is out of our way. Perhaps, however, we tbe late war, the buyers of books consisted principally of the richer classes of those who were brought up to some of the may be allowed to bint, that since the use of poisoned learned professions, or who had received a liberal education. weapons is prohibited in war, it may be as well to lay . But now when the more general diffusion of education and them aside in political conflicts also. of wealth, has occasioned a vast increase in the number of readers, and in the works which daily issue from the press, a change in the mode of publishing

seems to be called for. Friendship's Offering : A Literary Album, and Christmas The strong desire entertained by most of those who are engaged in the various details of agriculture, manufactures,

and New Year's Present, for 1831. London. Smith, and commerce, for the acquisition of useful knowledge and Elder, and Co. 1831. the culture of their minds, is strikingly evinced by the esta. blishment of subscription libraries and scientific institutions,

This Annual has been a special favourite with us ever even in the most inconsiderable towns and villages through since it came into the hands of Thomas Pringle. It is, out the empire; and by the extensive sale which several very besides, the second oldest in existence; and we are among expensive, though by no means valuable works, published those who think that old acquaintances should be kept in in numbers, have met with. Under these circumstances, mind. Most of the established contributors to these It occurred to the projector of this Miscellany, that if standard works, not hitherto accessible to the great mass of the elegant volumes appear in the pages of the Friendship's public, intermingled with original treatises on subjects of offering. We have Miss Mitford, with her pleasant great general importance, and executed by writers of ac

tales of rural life ;— Barry Cornwall, with his poetry, knowledged talent, were published in a cheap, convenient, sometimes spirited, but more frequently dreamy ;-Mal. and not inelegant form, they would obtain a most extensive colm, with the linked sweetness of his flowing measures; cisculation, and be productive alike of benefit to the public, - Derwent Conway, with his well-told Norwegian leand of profit to those concerned in them.

In the selection of treatises, and in the mode of circu- gend ;-William Howitt, with his pretty quaker-like lation, the publishers have adopted that plan which they

verses ;-Mary Howitt, with her stronger, more imsupposed would be most likely to meet the wishes of the passioned, and less quaker-like compositions ;-Leitch great mass of readers, or of the middle classes. The object Ritchie, with his shining Eastern tale ;— Thomas Haynes in view is to render this Work a truly National Publica- Bayley, with his slightly puerile ballads of domestic life;

-Croly, with, when he does not write too hastily, his We give thanks unto Kennedy, for having so justly ap vigorous thoughts and nervous expressions ;-Allan Cun- preciated its merits in the piece of sterling blank verse ningham, with his fresh songs of the Solway, or of the which it has' elicited from him. And in á yet more green haughs of Teviotdale ;-Miss Jewsbury, with a especial manner, we give thanks unto Messrs Smith, spice of philosophy not unmingled with feeling in her Elder, and Co., the worthy publishers, for having sent stanzas ;-Banim, with an Irish sketch, dashed off after us, along with a complete set of their plates, three extra the manner of Salvator Rosa ;-Mrs S. C. Hall, with proofs of Poesie, two of which shall be framed for our another Irish sketch, gentler and more Claud-like ;

-own private use, and the third bestowed on bim or her T. K. Harvey, with a weight of tender feeling resting on whose ardent and enthusiastie mind is most prepared to his verses, like dew on an overladen flower ;-and, though receive the gift with due gratitude. We pronounce last, not least, Pringle himself, and with him those arcades Poesiethe embellishment in the Annuals for 1831;-it ambo-Kennedy and Motherwell-who, as the Shep- is alone worth treble the price at which any one of tbeto herd says,

seem to know each other well." Many more is sold. We may observe, however, that the print, to be also there are, of smaller note, or, if not of smaller note, seen to the best advantage, requires a larger and fuller of less frequent occurrence, in the world of Annuals. margin than the size of the “ Friendship's Offering" adAmong these, we observe our friends, Charles Macfarlane, mits of. We, on this account, value our proof impressions author of “ Constantinople in 1828,” the “ Armenians," the more. &c., Dr Bowring, and the authors of the “ Odd Volume.” In looking for a short extract or two, as favourable

The embellishments to the Friendship's Offering possess specimens of the contents of this yolume, we were at no many attractions. First and foremost, we have a maiden loss to fix at once on the two contributions by Motber. of high degree, painted by Leslie, and designated Adelaide. well, which are largely steeped in the dew of poetry. Truly such a damsel as any man might be proud to own We look upon the “ May Morn. Song" as full of the true as the ladie of his love,-a soft eye, a pleasant nose, a inspiration of that sunny hour: cherry lip, a dimpled chin, and "waving curls abune the

MAY MORN SONG. * bree;" to say nothing of “a waist 'twould be rapture to span,

By W. Motherwelt. If the pawkie wee cuttie would ca’ us gudeman."

“ The grass is wet with shining ders,

Their silver bells hang on each tree, Next comes the Last Look, which we cannot praise so

While opening flower, and bursting bud, conscientiously, and, therefore, the less we say about it

Breathe incense forth unceasingly. the better. Next, a splendid Indian landscape to illus The mavis pipes in greenwood shade, trate Leitch Ritchie's tale of the “ Maid of Rajast'hau,"

The throstle glads the spreading thorn, drawn by Colonel James Tod, and brilliantly engraved

And cheerily the blithesome lark

Salutes the rosy face of morn. by E. Finden. Next, a picture by Stephanoff, entitled,

'Tis early prime, The Rejected, very elegant and gentlemanlike, as all

And, hark ! hark ! hark! Stephanoff's pictures are, exhibiting a haughty maiden

His merry chime flinging away, with an air of complete indifference, from

Chirrups the lark! a gallant cavalier who kneels most humbly at her feet, Chirrup! chirrup! he heralds in < We wish Mr T. H. Bayley had written a better poein The jolly sun with matin hymn. than he has done upon this subject. As a companion to this engraving, follows The Accepted, in which a nice

“ Come, come, my love, and May-dews shake

In pailfuls from each drooping bough; enough lassie is, permitting a young Highlander to slip a

They'll give fresh lustre to the bloom ring on the fourth finger of her left hand, and a village

That breaks upon thy young cheek now, i church, discoverable in the background, seems to indicate O'er hill and dale, o'er waste and wood, that the marriage-day is not very far distant. Better

Aurora's smiles are streaming free; than any of these is a wild and vigorously-conceived

With earth it seems brave holiday, scene, entitled The Mountain Torrent, painted by W.

In heaven it looks high jubilee.

And it is right, Purser, engraved by E. Goodall, and enhanced in inte

For, mark, love, mark ! rest by an excellent prose story which accompanies it,

How, bathed in light, written by Kennedy. Next comes one of Prout's fine

Chirrups the lark ! city scenes, -St Mark's Place, Venice. Next, Ascanius Chirrup! chirrup! he upward flies, in the lap of Venus, a picture that is all alive with glad Like holy thoughts to cloudless skies. faces of Cupids, Graces, and Goddesses. Next, Mary Queen of Scots going forth to Execution, painted by

“ They lack all heart who cannot feel

The voice of heaven within them thrill, Stephanoff, but the subject is beyond his depth. Next, the Hall of the Caravan, by W. Purser, a gorgeous com

In summer morn, when mounting high

This merry minstrel sings his fill. position, warm, rich, and impressive. Next, Auld Robin

Now let us seek yon bosky dell, Gray, a very good picture, by J. Wood, but scarcely cha

Where brightest wild flowers choose to be, racterised by the intense feeling of the ballad. And last

And where its clear stream murmurs on, and best, and far above all the others, Poesie, a female

Meet type of our love's purity, head, by Carlo Dolci, engraved by William Finden.

No witness there Well has Kennedy said of the noble and elevated expres

And o'er us, hark !

High in the air sion which the Italian master has communicated to this

Chirrups the lark ! admirable work

Chirrup! chirrup! away soars he, “ Beauty, that language fails, yet pants, to picture

Bearing to heaven my vows to thee." Solemn, though soft-august, though love-inspiring Not less original and spirited is the following comPassion and Wisdom's blended workmanship

position by the same author : Hath crown'd thee with perfection, elder-born Of a rejoicing world !”


1994 We give thanks unto Pringle, for having rescued from

By W. Motherwell. the oblivion of some old gallery this gem of art—this

“ Endearing ! endearing! emanation of a glorious mind, “ lovely and young for

Why so endearing ever!" We give thanks unto Finden, for having, by the aid

Are those dark lustrous eyes, of his burin, spread so true a copy of it over the land.

Through their silk fringes peering? me I

They love me! they love me!

Deeply, sincerely, And more than aught else on earth

I love them dearly.
« Endearing ! endearing !

Why so endearing
Glows the glad sunny smile

On thy soft cheek appearing ?
It brightens! it brightens !

When I am nearing
And 'tis thus that thy fond smile

Is ever endearing
“ Endearing! endearing !

Why so endearing
Is that lute-breathing voice,

Which my rapt soul is hearing ? "Tis tenderly singing

Thy deep love for me,
And my faithful heart echoes

Devotion to thee.

Yet the grief of my bosom-oh! call it not gloom

Is not the black grief of despair.
By sorrow reveal'd as the stars are by night,

Far off a bright vision appears ;
And hope, like the rainbow, a creature of light,

Is born, like the rainbow, from tears !" Happy shall we at all times be to see “ Friendship's Offering," with its dark embossed binding, and blaze of golden leaves, lying either on our own table, or that of any one whom we love.

“ Endearing ! endearing!

Why so endearing,
At each passage of arms,

Is the herald's bold cheering ?
'Tis then thou art kneeling

With pure hands to heaven,
And each prayer of thy beart

For my good lance is given.
“Endearing ! endearing!

Why so endearing
Is the fillet of silk

That my right arm is bearing?
Once it veil'd the bright bosom

That beats but for me;
Now it circles the arm that

Wins glory for thee." To these extracts we shall add one other. It consists of some stanzas, worthy of T. K. Hervey in his best mood :


By T. K. Hervey. “ I know thou hast gone to the home of thy rest,

Then why should my soul be so sad ? I know thou hast gone where the weary are blest,

And the moarner looks up and is glad ! Where love has put off, in the land of its birth,

The stains it had gather'd in this, And hope, the sweet singer that gladden'd the earth,

Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss.

The Humourist ; a Companion for the Christmas Fireside.

By W. H. Harrison, author of “ Tales of a Physician," &c. London, R. Ackermann. 1830.

The principal feature of this new comic Annual is, that it is embellished with fifty engravings, exclusive of numerous vignettes, from designs by the late Mr Rowlandson, an artist of the old school, but no unworthy imitator and successor of Hogarth. His drawing is not quite so sketchy as that of Cruikshank, his outlines are more filled up, and he enters with much force and spirit, without too much exaggeration, into all the peculiarities of English character. Cruikshank forces us to laugh in spite of ourselves ; Rowlandson mingles instruction with his merriment, and shows us why we laugh. We have looked over his designs in the present volume with much pleasure; there is a smile and a lesson to be got from each of them.

Mr Harrison has himself contributed all the letterpress, which is rather too much of a good thing. He writes, however, pretty well, both in prose and verse. The following tale is the most favourable specimen we can find of his achievements in the prose department, and is really cleverly told :

GIDEON Owen, OR TIMING A SHIPWRECK. “ Taking care of the main chance, I have elswhere attempted to define the keeping one band on your own pocket, and the other in your neighbour'sma definition which, whatever it may want of truth in its general application, was in exact accordance with the practice and opinions of Gideon Owen. He was one of those who, very early in life, discovered the inconveniences attendant upon bearing a good character a quality, he would observe, in such universal request, that the possessor is liable to be robbed of it at every turn. Nay, it was even an encumbrance to a man of his peculiar genius, which, wben relieved from the restraint, developed itself in a manner which promised to secure him a distinguished place in that calendar which is more remarkable for beroes than saints. He was one of the honourable fraternity of British merchants, though, like a true genius, he altogether rejected those commonplace notions by which that respectable body have the universal reputation of being governed. The balter and the gibbet were the line and rule by which Gideon was regulated in his dealings; and it is admitted that he was exact, to a nicety, in his measures. The accounts of a man who trusted to no one, and whom none ever thought of trusting, must necessarily have been in a nutshell; and it was Owen's boast that his pocket was his counting-house, and his journal and ledger a two-penny memorandum-book.

“ For a description of his person—as I cannot hope to rival the pencil of Mr Rowlandson-I must e'en refer the reader to the illustration of this article. Behold him plodding his way through the street, regardless of every external object, but in chuckling self-gratulation on having completed some advantageous and overreaching bargain; observe the pleased, but unpleasing expression, so purely animal, of his countenance ; remark, too, his left hand clenched upon his bosom, a sinister attempt to keep down the upbraidings of conscience, or, perhaps, to guard his heart from the possibility of its being assailed by any of those syınpathies by which ordinary and grovelling minds are sometimes turned from their purposes. His vigilance was at once useless and misplaced useless, because his heart was as hard as a brickbat, and misplaced, because with him the seat of feeling was the neck.

« One of his latest commercial transactions was of so remarkable a character, that I shall venture to conclude this

“I know thou hast gone where thy forehead is starr'd

With the beauty that dwelt in thy soul,
Where the light of thy loveliness cannot be marr'd,

Nor thy heart be flung back from its goal ;
I know thou hast drunk of the Lethe, that flows

Through a land where they do not forget,
That sheds over memory only repose,

And takes from it only regret!
In thy far away dwelling, w ver it be,

I believe thou hast visions of mine,
And the love that made all things a music to me,

I yet have not learnt to resign ;-
In the hush of the night, in the waste of the sea,

Or alove with the breeze on the hill,
I have ever a presence that whispers of thee,

And my spirit lies down and is still! « Mine eye must be dark that so long has been dimn'd,

Ere again it may gaze upon thine,
But my heart has revealings of thee and thy home,

In many a token and sign!
I never look up, with a vow, to the sky,

But a light like thy luty is there,
And I hear a low murmur, like thine, in reply,

When I pour out my spirit in prayer.
“ And though like a moarner that sits by a tomb

I am wrapp'd in a mantle of care,

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