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No. 676.




In life and fury march upon the main

The tyrant witchery, I'd bid the young
Rave on, thou tempest, on thy reckless wings ;

Idolater of throne-exalted power,
To me thy warring mood is fearful joy,
Satan; a Poem. By Robert Montgomery,

In the deep midnight, when the world lies hush'd
A faint memento of that mighty day,

In her humility of sleep, to stand and
author of "the Omnipresence of the Deity," When proud rebellion shook the walls of heaven,- Upon a prince's couch. The glow and pomp

Till, charioted by thunder, forth He came, &c. 12mo. pp. 391. London, 1830. Maunder.

of palace-chambers round him mingling lie; The lightning of the Lord, and blazed revenge,

But on his cheek the royal spirit marks We must begin our new year with an inau- Hurling us downward to the deep of hell,

A weariness that mocks this outward shew
That madden'd wild as billows in the storm,
spicious name, Satan, and a not very recom.

Of kings,--a prison would have graced it more!
When rushivgly we met her roaring flames !

A sad rehearsal of unhonour'd youth, mendatory confession, namely, that we have

The tempest dies, the winds have tamed their ire,

When years went reckless as the rolling waves, not bad leisure to give to Mr. Montgomery's The sea-birds hover on enchanted wing;

Till passion grew satiety: a proud
poem the attention which its elevated character
And, save a throb of thunder, faintly heard,

Regret for trait'rous hearts, and that keen sense
And ebbing, knell-like, o'er yon western deep,

Untold, which monarchs more than subjects feel
and importance demands. But, such is the
That now lies panting with a weary swell,

Of slavery; for servile is the pomp truth, and we are bound to state it; both as Like a worn monster at his giant length

of kings, though gorgeously it dare the eye;
an excuse for ourselves in the critical chair,
Gasping, with foam upon his troubled mane,

With a dim haunting of the dreary tomb,
No sound of elemental wrath is heard:

That often through the banquet-splendour gapes,and an apology to the author for the scanty

A darkness that defies a sun !-such dream

The sun is up! look, where he proudly comes, justice we can render to an epic in three books In blazing triumph wheeling o'er the earth,

From out his slumber that calm Beauty steals,

That Innocence delights to wear. Then watch during the teeming week of annual publica.

A victor in full glory! At his gaze
The heavens magnificently smile, and beam

His features, till a deep'ning flush of soul tions, and an unusual press of other novelties. With many a sailing cloud-isle sprinkled o'er,

Array them with a spirit eloquence,
The design we may, however, remark, is
In sumptuous array. Yes, land, and air

That speaks of Judgment in her cloudy blaze
Whose winged fulness freshens tree and flower,

Of terror; monarchs cited, and the vast che of great daring for any man, and espe- Own thee, thou shining monarch of the skies !

Accompt of scepter'd kingdoms render'd up; cially for a young one. To aim at the highest Now hills are glaring, rich the mountains glow,

Did envy listen to his waking groan, honours of literature and the highest flight of The streams run gladness, yellow meads appear,

How poor, how perilous, the state of kings !"
And palm-woods glitter on Judea's plain;
genius, is an attempt in which even to fail

The metaphysics of the long extract which
Beauty and brightness shed their soul abroad :-
Fould be a proud distinction. But Mr. Mont- Then waken, Spirit, whom no space can bound,

we proceed to copy is as fair a specimen of the

And with thy vision let me span the world." gomery has displayed wonderful powers; and

whole poem as we could select ; and we insert if he has sunk at all, it has been beneath the The imagery of the subjoined coup-d'æil it to enable our readers to form their own esti.

mate: overwhelming magnitude and sublimity of his over the eastern clime is very rich :subject. Satan, the mighty archangel fallen, " Another gaze, bright Hindostanic clime!

“ To the vast silence of primeval gloom
is placed on an eminence, whence, as in Holy
How beautifully wild, with hom wreath'd heads,

On wings of mystery may spirit roam,
Thy antelopes abound; and, thick as clouds

And meditate on worldless things, whence comes
Wilt, be throws his glance over the out- Paving the pathway of the western heaven,

A glorious panting for a purer state.spread world, on which he descants in the On wings enamell'd with a radiant dye,

True sadness is the soul of holy joy :
Thy birds expand their plumage to the breeze,

And such feel they who fashion brighter worlds: language assigned to him by the Bard. We

And glitter into air! Primeval woods,

But martyrs to diseased thought abound, are not prepared to say whether the idea of And chieftain wonder-trees, and forest-haunts,

Who out of earthly elements have sought making the Devil moralise against infidelity

Where frequent rolls the stormy lion roar;

To reap a happiness whose home is heaven,
And deserts, spotted with their verdant isles,

And failing, sunk to profitless despair. and the vanities of life, as well as believe and And fruits, with showers of sunbeains on their heads,

Thus Learning, Luxury, and Fame,-these three tremble, is altogether well judged: we must Are mingled there in magical excess;

Vain phantoms, what a worship have they won ! take the matter as it has pleased the author to

The gi nd and beautiful their glowing spell

The first, a shallow excellence; the next,
Combined; creation makes one mighty charm !"

A malady of brutish growth, debased ofer it, and try it by that standard. It opens

And most debasing, turning soul to sense,

Of the writer's strong feelings against thus:

Till nature seems unspirited: the last * Awake, ye thunders! let your living roar slavery, our next quotation affords fine poetic

Magnificent betrayer! while afar

Beheld, the crown of heaven itself is thine;
Exelt around me, and a darkness


When won, oft unavailingly enjoyed.
The air, as once again the world I greet,
"And some are Britons who enslave the free;

Oh! many an eye, that in the glow of youth
Here on this haughty mountain-head, where He Then boast not, England! while a Briton links

Hath brighten'd as it gazed on pictured worth,
Of old, nos palaced in the heaven of heavens,
The chain of thraldom, glory can be thine.

Or linger'd in the lone and princely fanes
The virgin-born, by prophets vision d forth,
Vain are thy vows, thy temples, and thy truths

Where tombs have tongues, by monumental piles
Was tempted, and withstood me!
That hallow them, while yet a slave exists

Where great inheritors of glory sleep:-
Is the earth
Who curses thee: each curse in heaven is heard ;

Hath wept the laurels that it once adored!
Appalld, or agonizing in the wreck
"Tis seal'd, and answer'd in the depths below!

The atmosphere that circleth gifted minds of elements?-like spirits that are lost,

From dungeon and from den there comes a voice Is from a deep intensity derived,--
Wailing and howling, sweep the orphan winds,
While Nature trembles with prophetic fear,
That supplicates for freedom; from the tomb

An element of thought, where feelings shape
Of martyrs her transcendency is told,

Themselves to fancies, -an electric world,
As though a chaos were to crown the storm!
And dimm'd she may, but cannot be destroy'd.

Too exquisitely toned for common life,
Lo! how it glooms, and what a fierý gash
Who bends the spirit from its high domain,

Which they of coarser metal cannot dream:
Deal the red lightnings through yon darken'd sky, On God himself a sacrilege commits

And hence those beautifying powers of soul
All echo with the chorus of her clouds!
For soul doth share in His supremacy;

That arch the heavens more glorious, and create
And well earth answers to the voice of heaven.
To crush it is to violate His power,

An Eden wheresoe'er their magic light
Hærk to the crash of riven forest-boughs
And grasp the sceptre an Almighty wields !"

Upon the rack of quick excitement lives;
In youder waste, the home of hurricanes,

Their joy, the essence of an agony, That catch the howlings of the cavern'd brutos,

Mount Ararat is nobly described in a few

And that, the throbbing of the fires within ! And wing them onwards to Arabia's wild,

lines :Cercanopied with flying waves of sand,

And thus, while Fame's heart-echoing clarions ring
Like a dread ocean whirling through the skies!
How gloriously diluvian Ararat

For glory, all the rapture of renown
But thou, alone eternally sublime,
Hath pinnacled his rocky peak in clouds !

In one vile whisper may lie hush'd and dead;
He thrones a winter on his awful head,

Made mighty by its littleness, a word
Thou rolling mystery of might and power!
Rocŝing the tempest on thy breast of waves,
And lays the summer laughing at his feet.

Of envy drowns the thunder which delight
Time cannot mar his glory; grand he swells,

Hath voiced; as oft the phantom of a cloud
Or spread in breezy rapture to the sun,-

As when the ark was balanced on his brow
Theu daring Ocean! that couldst deluge worlds,

In single darkness cowering on the air
Atch yet Tahon. I hear thy swell of wrath
That saw the flashing of the far-off flood

Looks fiercer for the frownless heaven around!
In iżuid thunder laughing at the winds
Beneath, and heard the Deluge die away."

So Fame is murder'd, that the dull may live,
Recordingly, and from afar behold

Or to herself grows false; then hideous dreams, These armat billows, heaving as they roar,

The following reflections on the happiness of And tomb-like shadows, thicken round the mind, And the winga sea-foam shiver on the gales.

monarchs is also very characteristic of the Till, plunging into dread infinity, Swellca, se waves and wbirlwinds, sweep along,

It rides upon ihe billows which despair author's train of thought :

Hath lash'd from out the stormy gloom of thought!-Like the fet breathing of Almighty ire, “ Sceptres are mighty wands, and few there be

Dark victim, thus so ruinously famed, Whose soud is desolation !--where the sail

With strength to wield them; yet how many dare ! What misery in thy smile of happiness! of yon lose vessel, as a shátter'd cloud, And kingdoms are the agonies of thrones;

Beneath the mountain of thy vast renown
la mooring, let the surges mount on high
Yet men will die to face them !--thus the heart

There blooms a mortal, unendow'd by aught
Their huge magnificence, and lift their heads,
Exceeds itself, nor calls the madness vain.

That learning, luxury, or fame, can yield.
And, like Titanic creatures, tempest-born,
But were it mine from kingliness to take

And yet a Cræsus in his store of joy

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Compared with thine,- the man whom earth nine volumes, are brought to a close; and our for which, amid all their simplicity, the people
Enslaves not, on whose soul the truth hath smiled!

very favourable opinion of Mr. Griffin's (the of his class and nation are most remarkable : In conclusion, we shall simply contrast some author's) talent has rather been increased than True for you, so it was, indeed. Drinking of his (Satan's) reflections on France and Eng- diminished by the perusal of his present pro- is a bad business for a poor man, or a rich one land, which, at all events, shew the poet to be no duction. Of these two stories, the Rivals is either, and fighting is a deal worse. You less a patriot.

perhaps the most interesting; and Lacy's never spoke a truer word than that. But I'll Northward of Greece, behold renowned Gaul, Ambition the better arranged and written: tell you what helped to make the place as nait Britannia's rival, gaily doth outspread

when we say interesting, we mean for our as it is, besides. The man that owns that
Her scenery, and blooming flush of life.
She too hath beauty; and her sun-warm h lls juvenile readers, as both contain much matter house is Palentin* an'a Protestant; he has his
That bare their bosoms to the mellowing sky, which must deeply engage the attention of the ground for five shillings an acre, on a long
With vine and fruitage bountifully glow,
While rivers of romance, by wood and vale,

more mature. The marked characteristics of lase; he has a kind landlord over him, that And bord'ring town, their shining waters lead. this author are unexaggerated good sense and will never distress him for a small arrear; he Young, fresh, and gay, elastic as the breeze,

rational views as applied to his native coun- isn't like a poor Catholic that has a mud cabins All spring and sunshine, her full spirit bounds; Here, vanity is virtue ; out of hearts

try, Ireland; and also a keen insight into an acre o' pratie ground, an' seven landlord, That seem to echo but to woman's sigh,

the nature and modes of thinking of its natives, above him, ťan' that has no feeling nor kindness Awaking valour, prompt to dare, and proud To die. And yet, true nobleness of mind

whose peculiarities are brought forward with to look for, when times run hard, an' poverty Is faintly seen; sincerity, too harsh

great tact and force.

Another of his merits is strikes him between the cowld walls. An' To please, is polish'd into smoothing lies,

the power of describing scenery with much with submission to you, sir, that's the very The frothy incense of a faithless soul.

beauty; and in several instances he displays thing that causes all the drinking an' the The far-off thrones

still higher qualities as a novelist. For ex- fighting. When a poor man sells his corn at Of tyrants stagger'd, distant empires quailid,

ample, in Tracy, a country gentleman living market, an' feels his pocket full o' money, I'll When like th' embodied spirit of thy wrongs The Revolution darken'd on the world,

in all possible respectability and happiness, we tell you what he does, an' what he says to Ringing a peal that echoed Europe round,

have the picture of ambition, by holding out himself, an' he returning home of a cowld And died in thunder o'er the Atlantic dcep!

the petty lures of place and profit, gradually night, sitting upon the corner of his thruckle
But thou wert too unholy to be frec,
Too grasping to be great; and when thy thirst undermining his comforts and destroying his [cart], with the moon shining down upon him,
For havoc brutalised the scene of blood,

good name, and ultimately even his good and the frosty wind blowing into his heart, As though re-action for all human wrong

feelings. This is a finely touched moral lesson. an' the light streaming out o' the window o' Were centred in it for one dire revenge, I heard Heaven curse thee, and exulting haild

If, with so much of praise to give, we have the public house on before him. "I have The cry of freedom for the voice of hell?"

any faults to find, we should observe, that it thirty shillings or a pound now,' he says to Not so England.

might add to the effect of his narratives, if the himself, 'an' that's enough to pay my rent for " Fronting the wave environed shore of France, author would avoid interruptions, and, by con- this turn. Very well,' he says, ' an' when I And bulwark'd with her everlasting main,

centrating, strengthen the dramatic effect. In have that paid, what good 'll it be to me? I O'er which the cloud-white cliffs sublimely gaze Like genii, rear'd for her defence, behold

his anxiety to paint the Irish character, he don't know my landlord, nor my landlord The Isle-queen! --every billow sounds her fame! occasionally goes too much into detail.

doesn't know me. I have no more howld o' The ocean is her proud triumphal car Whereon she rideth, and the rolling waves

W’e prefer quoting from the dialogues to my little cabin an' my bit o' ground, than I The vassals which secure her victory;

breaking in upon the mysteries of the Tales; have o' that smoke that's goen' out o' my pipe. Alone, and matchless in her sceptred might,

though we feel that we can by no means do I don't know the moment when I an' my little She dares the world. The spirit of the brave Burns in her; laws are liberty; and kings

justice to Mr. Griffin's abilities by the extracts craithurs 'll be wheeled out upon the highWear crons that glitter with a people's love,

to which we must confine ourselves. The road ; an' the more pains I lay out upon my And, while undimi'd, their glory aye endures; following is peculiar,-no matter who the in- ground, the sooner, may be, 'twill be taken But once dishonoured, - and the sceptre falls, The throne is shaken, patriot voices rise, terlocutors are:

from me. An' i'll go home now in the frost, And like storm'd billows by the tyrant gale,

“ The view now presented to the eye no- and pay this money to the masther, giving him Awaken, loud and haughty is their roar!

thing of a higher interest than a tract of uncut a wattle to break my own head ! Wisha, Heaven-favour'd land; of grandeur, and of gloom,

bog, or a sullen lough, balf concealed by rushes then, indeed I won't. Let the masther, an' Of mountain pomp, and majesty of hills, Though other climates boast, in thee supreme

and weedy shallows, on the banks of which a the rent, an' the cabin go an' whistle together A beauty and a gentleness abound;

wretched cabin, with mud walls propped and if they like ; I'll go an' warm my sowl in my Here all that can soft worship claim, or tone The sweet sobriety of tender thought,

roof falling in, sent up its thin and tremulous body with a glass o' spirits, an' have one Is thine: the sky of blue intensity,

smoke into the sultry air above it, while the happy hour at any rate, if I never have Or charm'd by sunshine into picture clouds, That make bright landscapes when they blush abroad, this lonely'' tenement, suspended his labour the state his pockets are in when he comes out

poor solitary, who housed his wretchedness in another!'. In he goes, an' I need'nt tell you

hut And hamlet, nestling in the bosky vale,

before the door-way, and leaned forward on his again. That's the way the drinking comes, And spires brown peeping o'er the ancient elms, And steepled cities, faint and far away,

spade, to speculate on the appearance and des. Mr. Thracy, an' the fighting comes o' the With all that bird and meadow, brook and gale

tination of the travellers. At a long interval, drinking just as nathural as a child is born of Impart, -are mingled for admiring eyes

a farm-house of a more comfortable appearance his father.' That love to banquet on thy blissful scene.

than was usual, might be discovered in a well- Our author draws a rather satirical picture
But Ocean is thy glory; and methinks
Some musing wand'rer by the shore I see,

chosen corner among the crags ; and at a longer of that affectation of religion which too often
Weaving his island fancies.-Round him, rock yet, the apparition of a handsome cottage, with forgets its golden rule of charity. Without
And cliff, whose gray trees mutter to the wind, its elegant pleasure-ground and neatly tended yielding to opinions that would make Mr.
And streams down rushing with a torrent ire :
The sky seems craggy, with her cloud-piles hung,

shrubbery, started up before the astonished eye Damer the representative of all those who live
Deep mass'd, as though embodied thunder lay of the wayfarer, and furnished a pleasing evi. in the odour of sanctity, it must be confessed
And darken'd in a dream of havoc there!
Before him, Ocean yelling in the blast,

dence of a truth (on which, though long im- that he is one of a class which is not very Wild as the death-wail of a drowning host:

pressed upon my mind, I had seldom acted), limited in point of numbers. The surges, - be they tempests as they roll,

that the magic of real life is industry. Feeling “ About midnight, Mr. Damer, a low-sized.
Lashing their fury into living foam,
Yon war-ship shall outbrave them all! her sails

a desire to ascertain something more of my sleek, smooth-featured, elderly gentleman, was
Resent the winds, and their remorseless howl ; companion's real character than he seemed seated in the dining-room of his own house, in
And when she ventures the abyss of waves,
Remounts, expands her wings, and then-away!

willing to disclose, and curious, moreover, to a certain hilly and heathy county in the neigh. Proud as an eagle dashing through the clouds.

know how far he participated in the natural bourhood of Dublin. Before him, on a rose. And well, brave scion of the empress isle,

indolence which is so generally, and in point of wood table, varnished like the surface of a mir. Thy spirit mingles with the mighty scene,

fact so falsely, attributed to the peasantry of ror, stood decanters of cote roti and hermitage. Hailing thy country on her ocean throne."

his country, I directed his attention to one of the contents of which appeared to have beer Our illustrations are taken from the first the snug fárm-houses above described. “There brought somewhat low in the course of the book alone: can we doubt that they will greatly is a proof,' said I, • of what a little care and evening. The chair in which he sat was one exalt the already high reputation of the youth industry can accomplish. The man who built of those splendid inventions by which the cha. ful author ?

that house, and reared the young timber about racter of our age has been immortalised, ani

it, had little time to waste in fighting at fairs, which will enable us to divide the admiratior The Rivals. Tracy's Ambition. By the Author or drinking in public houses.' "An' that's of posterity with the founders of the Parthe

of the “ Collegians.” 3 vols. London, 1829. what built the house an' planted the timber non and the constructors of the Babylonia, Saunders and Otley.

for him, you're thinking, sir?' the mountaineer gardens. It was one of those elastic cushion With this publication, the series of Tales replied, taking up the inference I intended he

* Palatines, descendants of German settlers. entitled those of the Munster Festivals, in all I should deduce, with that rapidity of perception † This is no fiction.


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for which, not the tenants of the air, but the of a manner and appearance very different from triot, and you have set others down that air itself, has been laid under tribute. The that of Mr. Damer. He was tall and well thwarted you, and you hope to be a great man magnificently gilded covers of a quarto edition proportioned, dressed very plainly, with a red, some day or another. And on the score of of Henry's Bible lay on his right hand, re- laughing countenance, and two large black your own darling passion, the study of human fecting the light of four wax candles, which eyes, which seemed to be always rambling in nature, what say you ? This is a kind of ana. were supported in candlesticks of massive sil. search of amusement. • Well, Damer,' said tomy you cannot study without subjects. The ver, richly carved. A solid and elegant side. Mr. Leonard, the gentleman just described, more men you know, the more you'll know of besard was loaded with all the splendours of the I totally disagree with you in every one of their nature.' · But I have got one subject fazily plate and glass. On a secretaire, at a your plans. I think you will do no service continually within my reach, and which I can little distance from the table, were placed a whatever to the peasantry, I think you do not dissect at will,' said Francis, laying his finger quantity of books in plain dark binding, and understand them sufficiently. (Dr. Damer over his heart. · Did Jean Jacques Rousseau-' stamped on the covers with the impress of the smiled.) I think though they are ignorant. The wretch, the quack, the hypocrite, the Society for the diffusion of Christian Know. and naked (poor fellows !), and Papists to boot, knave, the coward! You make my ivlood tingle Lundge. In a corner, less brilliantly illumined, they have as fair a chance of going to heaven to my fingers' ends to hear him named.' the eye of the curious observer might detect a as the best of ourselves; that is my idea, poor Well, well, he knew the heart, however, parcel of small pamphlets, stitched in blue devils ! even though they do break out now said Francis, smiling at her energy; and did turers, and bearing on their title-pages the and then; human nature is human nature; he find it necessary to expose himself to the farious denominations of The Dairyman's and my idea is, that all the funds and sub- dangers of collision with the mob of men? He Daughter,' The Conversion of Timothy De- scriptions in the world will not get half a laid his own heart bare, and found it a mirror lany from the Errors of the Church of Rome," dozen more souls into heaven than were on of the whole species. Who knew more of the

The Lough Derg Pilgrim, a Tale," "Father their way before. Half a dozen is the out-heart than Massillon ? and yet every body was Clement, a Roman Catholic story,' and many side.'. And would not the salvation of one,' surprised where a quiet priest would have found other productions of a similar tendency. There said Mr. Damer, lifting the cote roti to his such extensive opportunities of observation. was something in the air of the whole apart. lips, be worth the whole cost, and all the But what says D'Alembert to that? Nassillon ment that was calculated to impress the be exertions of the Society together. Be worth painted all his splendid gallery of sinners and of holder with an instantaneous conviction of the sixty thousand a year?' Sixty million !' saints_his magnificent portrait of the true Health, the self-contentedness, and the piety of Besides the bickerings and heartburnings Christian—his appalling picture of the infidel the owner. It had little of mere fashion, but that have broken up the frame of society in his lukewarm devotee_his false penitento great deal of that species of luxury which in our country, the division of families, the his Mary Magdalen_his sensualist all from England is denominated comfort, and in Ire. sundering of early attachments

, the fomenta- the same original, all from the close study of land falls little short of magnificence. The tion of civil disunion, and the diffusion of his own single heart ; and yet so true to the person of the proprietor was entirely in cha- all uncharitableness in private life? My idea life, that there breathes no soul in human form racter, or, in the cant of connoisseurs, in keep- is, that for the one soul we save by this busi- that may not find itself reflected in bis pages as ng with his possessions. His hair was short ness, we lose fifty.” “For shame, Tom," said in a faultless mirror.' ' I read none of your and sleek, his head round as a bullet, his face Mrs. Damer, you are growing worse and papistical sermons,' said Esther ; · but friend piump and peachy, his eyes meek and sancti- worse every day.' *I don't pretend to any D'Alembert, and the other eulogists of that Torilous

, with a little spark of earthly fire, great sanctity,' said Leonard. You, my fair French priest, have overlooked one circum. the result of some harmless and habitual self- and fat and sanctimonious sister, know me a stance that miglit bave lessened their wonder indulgence,) gleaming unsteadily through the long time, and know me to be a blunt plain as to the source of his knowledge. And what perpil, like the pata of the Venus Erycina. fellow, that thinks he does his duty when he was that, I pray you?" "The confessional.' His leze, shining in black silk, were crossed, so takes care of his neighbour's body, and leaves · Esther," said Francis, after bending his eyes i es pose the calf to the influence of a his soul between him and his Creator. There on her for a moment in silence, you have cbwerful wal-fire, and a bunch of fine gold is the difference between us. Damer is as struck me dumb.' You were dumb already. his reposed on an incipient paunch. No honest a fellow as any body, but his charity all I had rather strike you talkative. If you hope pliar, starched and impudent, obscured the evaporates in smoke. If I find a poor fellow to write a good book, or to be a great orator, Washing rotundity of his beardless jaws; a starving on my estate, why (Heaven forgive you must talk with all, listen with all, and visin cravat, of the purest white, alone en- me !) I think I do my duty when I send him a learn to please all

. Put Jean Jacques out of erled his short neck—for he had the good taste leg of mutton, and make him an abatement; your head. What has all his moping availed wat in full dress to his wine. Thus cushioned while Damer smothers him with books and him but to win the admiration of all the more the zephyrs, not in the poetical, but the Bibles, and I don't know what. Here's my bid sentimentalists in Europe?--to crown him practical

, sense of the phrase, sipping his cote idea. Give the people bread, and they'll find king of the day dreamers? But that stagereti, and glancing occasionally, while the con- out piety themselves : make them prosperous, playing fellow near you used his eyes and ears perustion proceeded, at the columns of a Dublin and you may be sure they will grow virtuous as well as his imagination ; and what has been tady paper, sat Mr. Kirwan Damer, the owner without much labour. But hunger and cold his recompense: Universal empire.'” as mansion, and of the adjoining estate of are the sorriest Martexts in the world." » In conclusion, we must quote some of the irler:dearg, in the county above intimated. To There is much acuteness and spirit in a dia- very pretty poetry with which these volumes bezbaten the domestic picture, in a lounger, on logue between one of the heroes and heroines ; are adorned. be mposite side of the fire-place, sat Mrs. Da- but we can only give a snatch of it. The lover

" You never bade me hope 'tis true, Det, as well conditioned as her husband, dressed is being reproved by his young mistress for his I asked you not to swear; in him in black, with a trim cap of white too common contempt of general society. mdin surrounding her fair and full and " " I will be candid, Esther. There are many

And read a promise there. a ser langrid countenance. The lady, too, among them that I think hardly worth the pain's

The vow should bind with maiden sighs Tu reading. But that we have already suf- of pleasing.'. * There you are very wrong again,

That maiden lips have spoken

But that which looks from maiden eyes fered the names to escape us, the reader might Francis,' said Esther with considerable warmth; e puse that we were describing a wealthy you are bound to love them all, the poor and e and his belpmate, in their handsome rich, the mean and the noble, the dull no less " Once I had a true love, parisus at the Glebe. He would be, however, than the gifted, the vicious as well as the holy. betaly in error

. Mr. Damer was merely an The dullest man you meet does his utmost to Alone I dwell, alone I dwell. Ini auntry gentleman of our own time. The please you, and you should do as much by him. head has vanished, the Canfinny is forgotten, What book is that near you with the leaf turned

How oft we're wandered lonely,

Through yon old glen, through yon old glen; hoe ctaeis of their race are no more regarded, down?" A volume of Shakespeare.'

• And hele coelist

, the drunkard, the libertine, and what says that stage-playing fellow ? Does he the gandder

, have
all been exiled from the pale not bid you use men better than they deserve,

But Mary's singing brought me

To sigh all day, to sigh all day; of Irink wciety, or compelled to wear their for the lesser their desert the greater is your Oh, had my mother taught me Tires in a veil."A class of men has succeeded, merit in using them well ? On the score of To sing and play, to sing and play! to which mea those who have an interest in its Christianity, Esther-day, on the score of mudification must accurd a preference. Those rals—1 plead guilty ; but I never set up for a

By lone Glencree at even, aus wind to know the character of that class good Christian, you know. That's a proper

I passed him late, 1 pssed him late;

A glance just sidelong given el the table, near Jira, Damer, sat a gentleman I say you ? You have set yourself up for a pa- |

His step no longer airy,

His head it bung, his head it hungi

But I looked in those eyes of blue,

Should last of all be broken !"

I loved him well, I loved him well;
But since he's found a new love,

I was his treasure only,

And true love then, and true love then:

Once I had, &c.

Told all his fate, told all his fate;

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