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sometimes lighted up with such anima. tion of the charms of loveliness an tion at the sound of but one kind word, union of fancy and feeling, forming that I have thought to myself, what might in fact, the basis of all true Poetry. not be done with these people, if they Hence, those who through the me. were taken by the hands sincerely as

dium of verse, have most successfully breihren! That they are capable of the strongest attachment, their firm and steady pourtrayed the graces and sublimities

of Creation, are such as we most deadherence to their clans or septs has repeatedly manifested, and nothing can be light to peruse-o feed upou and to

feel with ;—who are always season. warmer even now, than the aliachment which I have seen manifested in the de- able and refreshing to our spirits, and pendants of a family to the head, when from whom we derive the purest enihey have been a long time in service. joyment with the least effort. Amid I must believe that the Irish are a kind the necessary duties of life - our and warm-hearted people, extremely dis- anxieties and disappointmeals — our posed to show kindness themselves, and

strife and struggle, with untoward no less feelingly alive to receiving it from

circumstances - broken boods, and others.” A considerable number of engrav

severed affections, - ibis description

of poetry steals upon the soul, softly ings embellish this Volume. Allo.

and balmlily, like the breeze of the gether, the performance is creditable South in an hour of sultriness and to the Author (who, we regret to suffering. Yet are we selfish bejogs, leari), has recently passed “ to that

and love Nature, not for herself alone, bourne from whence no traveller re

but only inasmuch as she ministers turns *"'). In the extracts we have

to human wapts and wishes to humade, we have carefully avoided any allusions to the Author's political lures must respond to us, and hold

mau affections and feelings; her picprejudices, which are too well known

intimate connection with our inteto be insisted on here; and, finally, we apprehend that no good-humoured scriptive, will always be more or less

rests ;-and thus Poetry, purely deReader will peruse this Volume with cloying, in proportion as the Poet out being pleased, or without acknow. mingles his own imaginings and the ledging his obligations to the Au

passions of his characters and him. thor.

T. F.

self, with his delineations of inani. 23. Aonian Hours, a Poem, in Two Cantus,

mate objects. It is this marked iudiwith other Poems. By J. H. Wiffen. viduality which gives to Lord Byron's pp. 180. Longman and Co.

productions such deep and pervading THIS is a Volume of very delight interest. All passion is poetical, and ful poetry; and we do not hesitate to

most supremely sublime when evolved avow that, notwithstanding the fasci- in the language of Poetry. The Nopation of its title, we have expe- ble “ Childe” mixes himself up so rienced greater pleasure than we had strongly with his intellectual beings, even anticipated from its perusal. and lighls then up so intensely with We felt in laying it down, somewbat real emotion, that we are made imof that kind of regret which arises in mediately conscious of their truth, all miods endued with the love of Na. and the possibility of their existence. ture, when they return again to the This species of selfism has been constage of being—where man must be demned by many ; but we must conan actor, and controul the full and fess that the earnest and eager partifree impressions of his heart, in order cipation we take in his Poems, arises to play the part he has chosen in the from this very circumstance. We great drama of Life,-from some still like to see an author ideotified with retreat in which they have had their bis writings, especially in works of hopes awakened, their passious sof- fancy and taste. We feel a greater tened, and their spirits invigorated, pleasure and keener sympathy when by a participation in the beauty of we can trace the habitual tone and external forms, and the soul-elevating temper of his mind through the veil feelings they create. The love of of language and fiction. There is, Poetry, and the admiration of Na. perhaps, too little of this in the Voture, are so intimately blended, that lume before us; but we will now proit seems almost impossible for them ceed to make the selections by which to exist apart; an exquisite percep- our Readers may be enabled to judge * See vol. LXXXVIII. ii. 571, for themselves :

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“ To wander at will,” says the Author,

XV. in his Preface, “ in the earlier hours of “ In wonder risest thou, material Orb, spring, is one of the sweetest and njost re. And youthfulness-a symbol and a sign! fined enjoyments. The face of things, Change, revolution, age, decay, absorb and the inind's feelings have then a fresher All other essences, but harm not thine: aspect, and a dearer sensation than at any In thy most awful face reflected shine other period of ihe year. It is only at the Thy Maker's attributes, celestial Child ! first starting of Nature from the repose of When Shapelessness rul'd Chaos, the divINE winter, that these emotions are forcibly Look'd on the void tumultuous mass, and excited; for, after we have been accus.

smil'd; [the pathless wild ! tomed but for a few weeks to the prospect Then startedst thou to birth and trod'st of buds and flowers, and the gladness of

XVI. all things, the mind recedes into its habi. Girt like a giant for the speed—the fighttual temper and tone of feeling. When The toil of unsumm'd ages; in thy zone, these sensations are connected with other Charm'd into motion by thy sacred light, associations—with the spot of our boyhood The glad Earth danc'd around thee with or our birth, or with the pleasures of ma

the tone turer life; the charm becomes still stronger of music ;-for then Eden was her own, and sweeter ;' and we may truly say, as And all things breath'd of beauty;-chiefly the Arabian prophet exclaimed of Darnascus, .This is almost too delicious.' Prom Drank of an angel's joy; where are ye flown, 'my earliest years were these expressions Too fleeting suns? a mortal's thought may of Nature imprinted on my heart; from

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[your race began. earliest memory my imagination has been Your course, for ye return’d to whence teeming with particular images with which

XVII. it was first and most intimately connected; And we became all shadow_in the abyss, and under these sensations, and to express The spirit's desolation, here we stand these interesting associations, the follow. Wrestling in darkness for a heavenly bliss, ing Poem was begun and finished.”

And an immortal's essence : brighily

Grand ! After some reflections upon the

[a band connexion between the memory of To help us to thy altitude !-away,

How climbest thou the skies ? nor lend'st departed pleasures and present re- Earth-born repinings, ye may not comgrets, a morning scene introduces the subject :

A sparkle of that intellectual ray,
X.

Which yet from Heaven descends, and

mingles with our clay !” “A world is at my feet of flowers and fern, Corn field and 'murmuring pine, vale, scribes his predilection for the “ god

The Author thus beautifully de. villa, heath, Aisles through whose sylvan vistas we dis- dess of the downcast eye;"

XXXI. All Heaven on bigh, and fruitfulness be. neath.

“ With a more melancholy tenderness, Shades of my love and infancy! bequeath And more subdued intenseness, I would A portion of your glory to my lay ;

(tress ; A pilgrim of the woods-I twine a wreath

Each scene, all life, all pleasure, all disof wild flowers for thy revel dancing May! The majesty and littleness of man; My theatre the woods-my theme one

For Melancholy with my youth began, vernal day.

And marked me for her votary ;--where

fore not? XI.

Is being bliss ? --but as my being ran, Still floats in the grey sky the moving moon, My sufferings cherish'd, and my fire for. Acrescent, o'er yon valley of black pines*,

got,

[lot. Where Night yet stands a centinel;—but with a more placid mind I scrutinize our In the far streaky East the morning shines,

XXXIII. The Iris of whose bursting glory lines

He who hath ne'er invested Solitude With fire the firmament; distinct and clear With an undying beauty, ne'er hath knelt 'Gainst the white dawn proud Ridgemount In worship when her sceptre brought the high reclines

mood His mural diadem : lo! from his rear Of melancholy o'er him; hath not felt The breaking mists unfurl, and Day has

Sweetness in sorrow-is not us'd to melt reach'd me here."

With the humanities of life, nor hears This is followed by a very fine ad

The whisper'd love, the music which is

dealt dress to the Sun:

Invisibly around us from the spheres,

The tender, bright, and pureihe para* Aspley Wood, near Woburn, Beds,

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XXXIV.

spirit, and containing many trulyThe ineffably serere, the kind regret poetical passages, cannot be read by Which speaks without upbraiding, the persons of moral and religious feel. mild gloom

ings without the most decided reproOf thought without austerity, but yet

bation and contempt. Heavy with pensiveness; our future doom

It seems evident that the Bookseller, Seen without fear, presages which assume

to wbom it is said to have been conThe features of an Angel-feelings grandGrand, and of incommunicable bloom,

signed from abroad, did, not think The growth of Eden ;-0, he hath not proper to be responsible for its conspann'd

tents, and therefore it is published The souls infinitude with an Archangel's without any bookseller's name. Inhaud !

deed, we have heard that the bookXXXV.

seller to whom it was entrusted not Storm, wind, clouds, darkness, twilight, only demurred on publication, but and deep noon,

stated his objections to the author, Summer and wizard Winter, and thou, Eye

The latter, however, according to of most mysterious night, thou moving report, was peremptory in his order

Moon,
Who yet hang'st out thy cresset in the sky; fore it is now given to the world at

that it should be published, and there-
Pale, but still beautiful !-ye know that I
Have lov'd her as a Psyche, and have large.
bound

[were by, Her sweet zone round my loins when ye

25. Harold the Exile. pp. 918. 3 cols. And nought material utter'd voice or ANOTHER trick in the title-page sound;

[most .ye frown'd.” of this Book, which, like“ Don Juan," Whilst she her face unveil'd, smiling when is thrown into the world without the

*** The limits of our present Number usual recommendation of the book. prevent us from enlarging on this interest. seller's name! Whether the intention ing Poem so fully as might be desired ; of the Publisher is to excite, by this we shall therefore resuine it in our next.

omission, the curiosity of the Pubs

lick, or to waive the responsibility of 24. Don Juan. Printed by T. Davison, its contents, we are at a loss to guess, White Friars. 4to. pp. 227.

As, in the first supposition, curiosity THIS Work, which has been so will not affect the common class of mysteriously announced

for some

readers, who, taking this Book as time, has at length been given to the coming from the manufactory of Publick ; and as our Readers will Leadenhall-street, will read it through, naturally be desirous of knowing without making any application to something respecting it, we have to the Noble Lord, whose life, or rather inform them, that it is obviously in- conduct, it is intended in some mèatended as a Satire upon some of the sure to justify. As to the latter supconspicuous characters of the day. position, the responsibility of the It is written in the style of the Poem Bookseller for its contents, we conentitled “Beppo;" which was founded fess that, after an attentive perusal of upon another, professed to be written the three Volumes, we have not been by William and Robert Whistlecraft; able to discover any thing that could and that evidently upon the manner at all impeach the Publisher, in case of the late Peter Pindar, but with he bad thought proper to conform to out his humour, imagination, and thie usual forms of the trade. With. poetical energy

" Don Juan" is as- out pretending, however, to penecribed to a Nobleman, whose poetical trate the true motives,

we rather vigour and fertility have raised him suspect that in this instance, as well into the highest rank of modern Bards. as in that of " Don Juan," the BookBut the best friends of the Poet must, seller is acting uoder the direct and with ourselves, lament to observe abic positive orders of his Employer, whose lities of so high an order rendered sub- eccentricity will account for every servient to the spirit of io fidelity and deviation, and is sufficient to justify libertinism, so evidently manifested the Publisher. throughout the whole. The Noble Harold the Exile, in which only a Bard, by en ploying bis genius op a few of Lord Byron's events in life worthy subject, might delight and are related, is written with great force instruct mankind; but the present and energy ; not, as might have been Work, though written with ease and expected, with a minute and correct

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Darrative of those incidents which are those adventures is nothing more or
evidently chosen and brought for- less than the present Novel under our
ward to diminish and extenuate the considerations and the 83 pages of
prejudices which have long since been the first Volume form the prologue,
subsisting against him, but they are an account of which we have just
related at great length, and thrown given. Nothing in it appears to us
with ability in the form of a Novel, very remarkable, except that the
in which real and suppositious per- charming Alicia knew
sonages are introduced, dressed with

“ That the young and interesting obthe appropriate draperies of a com- ject of our admiration, is one of those mon drama, and contributing each in highly-gifted and unfortunate beings, on their way to its denouement.

whom Nature bestows the most admired, The scene is on the Lake of Geneva.

most perverted, and most fatal of her enLady G. and her friend Alicia are living dowments, when she confers upon them in a pretty cottage " situated on the the gift of genius. If you are disposed, lovely shores of the loveliest lake in my dear sister, to quarrel with me for this Europe." Lord Byron, we

expression, I cannot, I think, do better Lord Harold, resides in the neighbour

than detail a conversation which passed hood.' Exhausted with all the misfor. sesterday with Delamere on the subject

in question, and which will evidence, more tunes which had made him take the

than the highest strain of eloquence I resolution of exiling himself; be is could proffer, the insufficiency of the most found so very ill, that his life is de- exquisite genius to confer happiness on, spaired of. An old woman comes to its possessors. It may dazzle by its the bouse of Lady G. lo acquaint her brightness—it may surprize by its oriand her friend with the alarming cir- ginaliiy-it may delight others, and miscumstance of a young gentleman fo- lead ourselves, but one virtuous action, reigner, who was likely to die, "with- one pious sentiment, one habitual prinout any one to see he was well done ciple of goodness in a well-regulated mind, by, or give him Christiao burial.”

will weigh more in the comparative scale The ladies had heard of the handsome

of felicity than the most splendid corusca

tions of genius where they are wanting. gentleman, and of his eccentricilies;

The cabriolet is returned, and I must and feeling for him, as well as the old

resume this subject in my next.” wonan, they went immedialely to the

As it is usual in all romances, the inn ; " for delays are criminal in a case like this, and may be attended origin of the house of Harold, his with fatal copsequences to him we

noble ancestors, his father and modesire to serve.

They found his ther, the castle, &c. introduce you Lordship in a." violent delirium,"

with the hero of the Novel. He was with “ deep stupore alternately suc

educated at Harrow, after which he ceeding each other ;" and with the

went to Oxford. His father being ad vice of Monsieur La Roche, the dead, his mother regularly correapothecary, brought him up to their sponded with bim; and bappened in cottage in the Cabriolet, where, with

one of her letters to him, to inform the assistance of a proper nurse, and him, that a Miss Gabrielle Montgowith the most kind attentions, he was mery bad lately been placed under finally restored, if not to a perfect her protection, and was now an inhealth, at least to that state of reco:

mate of the Castle ; the encomiums very wbich enabled him to increase with which Lady Harold spoke of bis intimacy. Whilst these two good that amiable lady, transports the natured ladies were trying to cure the young student, who takes advantage melancholy of Delamere (for that was

of the terms, and hurries to his dative the name which Lord Harold wept Wales, anticipating the pleasure which by), bis Lordship began to suspect his mother had led bin to expect, in their good intentions and fearing the acquaintance with Miss Montgo hest they should also fall in love with mery. His arrival at the Castle, his him, came to the determination of running into the garden, where his separating himself from thein; as an, mother had retired, is described with indemnification for their trouble and a warmth, wbich one would look for kiodoesses, be condescends, however, in vain in any author, except in Rous to relate bis adventures to the sensible seau's Heloise, Alicia, with permission to communi. As he approached the pavilion, the cate them to Lady G. The recital of soft tones of a female voice, appareatly Gent. Mag. August, 1819.

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engaged in reading, caught his ear; and consequence is, that he succeeds in glisling cautiously beneath the umbra

raising suspicions in the mind of Gageous foliage, be presented himself before

brielle against Harold, and in that of the entrance unobserved. It was thrown

Harold against Gabrielle; and being open to admit the reviving freshness of the perfumed breeze, and the bright be contrives, by treacherous advices,

ordered to join his regimeot in Sicily, moonlight afforded him an uninterrupted

to induce Lord Harold to accompany view of the objects within. In the centre of the pavilion, under what might justly him, and thereby prevents the iwo be termed a flowery canopy, say his be

lovers being reconciled in his absence, loved and venerated mother; and beside by the discovery of his treachery. her stood a furm so fair, so ethereal in its Accordingly they both set off, at appearance, that it rather seemed the a day's notice. on their arrival, bright creation of poetic fancy, than Harold, by the means of Berrington, aught of mortal mould. The blushing becomes acquainted with a Countess wreaths that entwined the columns,

of Marchmont, a lady who had but drooped over her graceful figure, and as an indifferent character; they exthe breeze swept at intervals the slender change civilities, and bere ends vosprays, their fragrant blossoms were in.

lume the first. termingled with the ringlets of her luxu. riant hair. A white and fleecy drapery

(To be concluded in our next.). faintly marked the outlines of her perfect 26. A Narrutive of the Loss of the Hoform, aud a transparent veil Aoated back nourable East India Company's Ship upon ber shoulders, and slightly shaded Cabalva, which was wrecked, on the her seraphic countenance.

Her bands

Morning of July 7, 1818, upon the Carwere folded on her bosum, as if ia devo- gados Garragos Reef in the Indian tion, and the blue and trembling light, Oceun. By C. W. Francken, Sixth Ofwhich the moon-beams shed upon her ficer. 8vo. Black and Co. pp. 65. figure, gave it a shadowy appearance,

Of all calamities to which the life that finely harinonized with the surround. ing scene."

of wan is subject, none perhaps can

exceed in horror that of shipwreck on The consequence of their living to- a barreu rock in remote and little gether under the same roof, is easily frequented latitudes. Yet, even in anticipated; Lord Harold becomes

the most appalling and almost hopeextremely in love with the charming less exigencies, it is cheering to obGabrielle, and she with him. Thus,

serve frequent iostances in which, by both “ lapt in Elisium,” time flew ra- patient fortitude, wise consideration, pidly away, until Harold returned to

and industrious and persevering efOxford. Uufortunately, he had there forts, the evils of such a situation are cootracted a friendship for a young rendered tolerable, and at length, Berrington, to whom he communi- under the blessing of Divine Provicates his happiness ; for we all know depce, the means of deliverance that happiness does not exist, uuless achieved. The Narrative before us it have a canal to flow through. In in some measure exemplifies these rethe mean time, Lady Harold removes marks. It is well written, and abounds fron Wales to London, and inhabits in singular and interesting incidents. her house in Portman-square; soon The relation of the more serious mat. after, she is followed by her son, who ters is now and then relieved by a “ in public as well as in private, was few very ludicrous circumstances ; ever by the side of Miss Monigo- and the whole very forcibly illustrates mery.” In a few weeks after they the odd compound of character exhihad been settled in Portman-square, bited io a British seaman. Berriugtou, who had become au offi. The Court of Directors of the East cer in the Guards, comes to pay ludia Company have presented to Mr. them a visit ia bis regimentals. Ha. Francken the sum of fifty guineas, rold and his mother bid bin welcome and a Sextant with the Company's to their house, and he is iotroduced arms, and a suitable inscription, to the angelic Gabrielle, who receives a mark of their approbation of his hii “ with her usual modest ease. meritorious conduct in proceeding From that time, Berringtou had a from the Cargados Reef to the Maudaily access to Portman-square, and ritius in an open boat, to the speedy found many opportunities to play arrival of which at that place the false with Miss Montgomery, 'as he early relief and preservation of the had done with his friend Haroid. The

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