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From duty and from hope, -yea, blindly sent
If I have sinn'd in act, I may repent;
One sinful wish would make a hell of heaven.'—p. 27. We have no desire to penetrate the mystery in which this unfortunate shrouds his sorrow. Let us rather afford our readers some evidence, that whatever may have been his errors, he has the gentle heart, as well as the power and music of a poet. We remember no sonnets so nearly resembling the peculiar and unaccountable sweetness of Shakspeare's, as the three following, all addressed "To a Friend.'
• When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted :
• In the Great City we are met again,
The sad vicissitude of weary pain :-
• We parted on the mountains, as two streams
O'er rough and smooth to travel side by side.'—p. 3. The following, “ To SHAKSPEARE,' is worthy of being so inscribed : it seems to us hardly inferior to any sonnet in Wordsworth :
• The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Serene of thought, unhurt by thy own flame. Some stanzas • To the Nautilus' appear to us full of life and grace. We quote two of them :
1 Where Ausonian summers glowing,
Leap along with gladsome buoyance,
Do'st thou appear,
Both faith and cheer,
To the great will that animates the sea.'—pp. 57, 58. We are not less pleased with an address • To certain Golden Fishes :'
• Restless forms of living light
would elude our eyes
your sire ?
As gladly earnest in your play,
That ye are happy as ye seem.'-pp. 113, 114. We conclude with another of his sonnets : it is inscribed To a lofty Beauty, from her poor Kinsman:'-
• Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries,
Old times unqueen thee, and old loves endear thee.'p. 34. The Beauty must, we think, be cold as well as lofty, if these delicious lines did not reach her heart.
It is an old saying, that the oakling withers beneath the shadow of the oak; and perhaps had it been the happier destiny of this lady's 'poor kinsman' to spend his early manhood under the same roof with the father and bard revered' to whom he dedicates his little book, we should never have been called upon to announce a second English poet of the name of Coleridge. If he will drop somewhat of that overweening worship of Wordsworth which is so visible in many of these pages—so offensively prominent in the longest piece they contain-and rely, as our extracts show he is thoroughly entitled to do, solely upon himself, we are not afraid to say that we shall expect more at his hands than from any one who has made his first appearance subsequent to the death of Byron.
Art. X.-1. Reflections on the Domestic and Foreign Policy of
Great Britain since the War. By a British Merchant.
1833. 2. Letter to Viscount Palmerston respecting the Relations of Eng
land and Portugal. By William Walton. 1830. 3. A Second Letter to Lord Palmerston. By William Walton.
1831. 4. A Reply to the Exposé des Droits de S. M. Donna Muria.
1832, 5. Portugal ; or, Who is the lawful Successor to the Throne ? By
a Well-wisher to the peace and independence of both Por
tugal and Brazil. 1831. WHEN one's own house is on fire, there is neither time nor
inclination to think of the scandals and squabbles of the neighbourhood. The unhappy sufferers whose lives and property are in jeopardy, the few brave and active men who are endeavouring to check the confiagration, and the greedy crowd who are on the watch for plunder, are all too much absorbed by the urgent excitement of the moment to think of anything else : present inconveniences are unfelt-personal injuries are disregarded-petty thefts are committed with impunity—and as to remote events and future interests, they are no more thought of than the millennium. Such is, and for the last two years has been, the state of England with regard to her foreign policy.
We are not so Quixotic as to hope to be able to create a different feeling; indeed, we ourselves partake too much of the general anxiety, and are too much convinced that our first and greatest danger is at home, to wish to distract the public attention from perils that are urgent and immediate to those which are eventual, and perhaps problematical: but when our external difficulties, by their number, their frequency, their magnitude, come so near and assume so fearful an aspect as to bear directly on our internal concerns, it becomes a duty—even at the risk of being, like the patriot prophetess of Troy, disregarded—to warn our fellowcitizens that, in addition to our domestic enemies, we are beset by foreign dangers; and that our worst antagonists are not our open adversaries, but the treacherous Sinons whom we have admitted into our city and our councils. If some partis xaxwv had prophesied to our fathers, they would not have believed—and when impartial history shall have told our children, they will not comprehend—the state to which our foreign relations have been brought. We shall beg leave to lay before our readers a summary of some of the chief points of that miserable, degraded, and degrading policy.