nods, Nor have the beauties of inanimate nature monopolized his devotions, as the unspeakable tenderness of these stanzas, to the memory of the unfortunate Chatterton, may sufficiently testify, nor needs the insertion of such lines any apology. OH! Chatterton! forsaken of mankind For having treasures that they knew not of, Whose crime it was to have an angel's mind, An eye for beauty, and a heart for love! It seems but yesterday that the cold wave Of death, wash'd over thy unhappy grave! Quench'd is that eye so once o'erfraught with light, Chill'd is that heart so full of tenderness, No more with that sweet indignation bright, No more just fit to burst with kind distress At seeing ills more others, than thy own, The following lines on reading the life of Milton, are equally striking. So goes the world-some with a pen of iron Ensculpturing the rocks of Time unseen; While others, writing on the gaping sand, Call round an amphitheatre of eyes, On what an hour's full tide will wash away. If he has shewn himself too little Starless and blind to his neglected prize : Lucifer. and the laughter of mirth, it has been, I fear, the fault of circumstances:the following samples, however, are not amiss, of their sort; they are extracted from a suppressed political poem, to which they are introductory. V. The idlest meteor that e'er flew, Has its commission;-and the hand that would Arrest a mill-wheel in its course, will too Late find out that th' attempt can do no good And also find itself's and owner's clue Ad inferos much sooner than it should In the more gentle course of human things: You cannot catch a thunderbolt by the wings. VI. All which in clearer English signifies My muse don't like at all to dance in chains, &c. XI. Pindar spar'd not his sovereign-majesty (As Julius mentions in the Morning Post) Was often bearded on his throne; are we Then more refined? oh Peter, that thy ghost, And that of George the Third with thee, could see The sickly pedantry of this same host is The Presbyterian Soldier's Lament also a humorous production enough-the first stanza is as follows. Oh! for the days when Cromwell's hand Nor is this "Elegiac Stanza on the Death of a Brother," lacking in the gibing humour of Don Juan. My brother dead! it is a shocking thing. black? I bought three cambric frocks last spring, But this has not hitherto proved his forte, and is at best, too much like the bending of the knees of an elephant to be eminently graceful. "A man," however, "to quote one of his favourite and benevolent colloquialisms, 'cannot be every thing;" as a satirist In a severe walk of literature, he has shewn himself most capable; the two ensuing couplets form a polemical satire. What mortal could help laughing at the wit These lines express, on the above gentlemen, what twenty folio volumes could not augment. But his appreciation of unfeigned religion, and reverence for the truly pious, cannot be One honest eye will shed an honest tear To his orthodoxy, (not the most attractive attribute in a poet,) the following laconic lines, as comprehensive as they are eccentric, will bear testimony: I do believe in one Almighty God; And in one Saviour, Jesus, who once trod A similarly bold vindication of the rights of those who are 66 possessed of the gift of immortality," forms one of his poems, under the title of the Menace of Genius. Of his devotional feelings, the following somewhat Johnsonian postbuwill afford an idea-they verge, it mous prayer, meant for an Epitaph, may be said, towards a belief in a state of purgatory; the spirit which pervades it is, however, most excellently humble: Oh Lord of heaven and earth, forsake me not, Where melt the chains that from my being cease. But grant me, thro' our Saviour's sacred blood, Shed to redeem a world defil'd with crimes, As one Epitaph has already been quoted, two others, whose tone of sentiment and feeling is luxuriously tender, shall be added. LINES INTENDED FOR THE TOMB OF A YOUNG LADY. But they are gone! heaven sent a frost that more devoutly shewn than in the follow-While yet its virgin beauties fondly clung, True Benson, though with but a faltering pen, My distant muse would pay thee homage; -when The virtuous indignance of thy lips Hath ceas'd to quiver; and the brief eclipse Like rose-buds to the branch that cherish'd And oh! how soon they faded and they fell, ANOTHER, COMPOSED FOR THE SAME INTENTION..act If in their grass-roof'd chambers mouldering, Dreams o'er the dead their changeful shadows fling, Blest be your dreams, and so they sure will be, For peaceful visions always tend their sleep, They loose not the arms of the mill of my youth, O'er its dust as they wander again. The paper is already growing longer than I had imagined;-with two examples of "conditions" of mind, in which he appears most in his own natural element, it shall be brought to a close. The first is brought forward as an instance of his impartialAs judgment on, and observation of, passing affairs-it is a note to the following couplet, in a suppressed political satire. "When Julius writes for Virtue and for God, E'en Hunt might feel the lash, and yet applaud." "Hunt, however (he says) has felt the lash, and not applauded. In the preface to his life of himself, he has quoted a philippic of this writer against him, which (it must be owned,) it would have required the magnanimity of a most self-supporting innocence to have forgiven. Julius, of all our latter political essayists, whether on the Whig or Tory side, has, with all his coarse party violence and juvenile exuberance of metaphorical foliage, certainly evinced the most generous and disinterested spirit; and it will not be going too far to say, that his writings have pretty evidently influenced the decisions of the British Senate, and given tone to public feeling, either directly or collaterally, in more than one instance. That Hunt, a man who evinced such powerful native talent on his late well-known trial, should confess himself galled by his pen, is no ill compliment to it." The other example shall shew his feelings in those scarcer moments of his life, when, experiencing the quiet of "a mind at ease with its possessions," or as much at ease as circumstances have allowed, he seems to have indulged the gentler emotions of humanity. One is a Bohemian girl's lament for a mill, which had served as a concealment to a cavern of subterranean banditti, who had been destroyed with it by a party of soldiers, who had discovered their retreat. The story is the subject of a melo-drama, called the Miller and his Men, which is frequently now performed, and has some excellent music in it. AT the top of yon precipice over the river On the waves underneath it that flow; I like not to list to the fresh springing gust, And the boats that of old on yon silvery sheet Were beheld the far mountains between. Of the river, half sunk in its tide, Outrivall'd by yonder magnificent bridge, Are pining away by its side. And though Wolff was a villain untrue to his I trust, And had rain'd me by his deceit, At the end he was fated to meet. Let these quotations suffice till a future opportunity—as examples rather of the versatility of his talents than as their most extraordinary produce ;-yet with these fruits of his genius to offer on his account-most proud am I to say of their author, that such is a man whom I have the honour to call my friend-such is one whom a certain cockney paper has had the cockneyism to insult-such is Samuel Gower, the being of whom the Ontario of a recent communication has exhibited a faint and imperfect shadow. I will conclude with " Napoleon's The war will thicken round one soon, The din of battle round the gate. Lo! from the ocean's side a troop advances, And, flashing in the sky their shining lances, arch! Floating in glory, lo! their distant flag Like a bright cloud along th' horizon glances; And now they climb the hills, and heavily drag The tubes of death behind them,-onward dances Their eagle-crested banner, hither rolls A chariot wing'd with lightning; yes, tis he! Welcome, brave Chief! thy empire o'er our souls, Chance cannot change! and if fate tolls Your most obedient servant, REVIEW.-Campbell's Travels in the After mentioning the manner in which South of Africa. Continued from col. 284. the Bushmen poison their arrows, namely, by killing the yellow serpent, and extracting the fatal liquid from two bags under the upper jaw-bone, into which, with some other ingredi wounds of which are mortal; it is added, that "no serpent can withstand the oil of tobacco; one drop or two is followed with spasms and death." In a preceding number, we had only just time to announce the existents, they dip their weapons, the ence of these interesting volumes, and to give a few extracts from them. During the intermediate periods which have since elapsed, we have had an opportunity of examining them more attentively, and of forming an estimate of the author's plan, labours, and proceedings. Mr. Campbell, after meeting with some impediments in the Irish channel, finally sailed from Liverpool, on the 10th of December, 1818; crossed the tropic of Cancer, on the 22d; the equator, on the 8th of January, 1819; the tropic of Capricorn, on January 20th; and on February 26th, landed at Cape Town, without meeting with any thing remarkable during his voyage. He remained at Cape Town until the 4th of May, when, in company with two Missionaries, he proceeded to visit the missionary stations situated in the vicinity of the eastern coast, and within the colony of the Cape. From this place it was Mr. Campbell's intention to proceed to some stations beyond the colony, but a Caffre war breaking out, the journey was postponed until the 18th of January, 1820, when, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Moffat, and some attendant Hottentots, Mr. Campbell took his departure, and began to en- | counter those difficulties which the enterprising and courageous are always prepared to expect. Their mode of conveyance was in waggons drawn by oxen. "At noon," says Mr. C. "on the 4th of February, the timbers of the waggon became so beated, that they could not be touched; the thermometer stood at 100. At half-past three we proceeded on our journey; the thunder, which from noon had been rolling round us, came nearer; loud peals broke over our heads, attended with much forked lightning, which continued for two hours without intermission. At ten we crossed the Buffalo River, that runs into the Elephant River, and at half-past one in the morning, we halted at the side of the Helbeck River, in the bed of which we found water."-vol. i. p. 9. Mr. C. reached the extremities of the colony about the end of February, observing in his journey many incidents, which cannot but prove highly entertaining to every European reader. No. 40.-Vol. IV. This extremity of the colony formerly abounded with lions and tigers; but since the lands have been in some degree cultivated, they have retired from the district, and are at present but rarely seen. Mr. C. however, observes :— "The farmer's son told us, that the first month after taking possession of the ground for their farm, they killed twenty-eight lions, and that only four days ago they had shot a lion, which had devoured a kid.”—p. 34. The first day on which they entered the country of the Bushmen, they found themselves watched by a large lion, which, to prevent the oxen from smelling him, always kept on the lee side; but he did not commence an attack. At one time, forty-three ostriches were seen from the waggon. Every ten minutes they were visited by sudden gusts of wind, one of which tore the tent from several of its fixtures, and another overturned the waggon. These gusts seldom continued above a minute, when they were succeeded by a dead calm. The heat was excessive; the thermometer ranging from 92 to 100. Every where the tracks of lions were visible. Thunder and lightning were tremendous, and almost incessant; and the face of the country was rather barren and dreary. In passing along, Mr. Campbell, on all suitable occasions, endeavoured to collect the natives, and, through the medium of an interpreter, to explain to them the nature, import, and object, of Christian worship. On making inquiries of them respecting their thoughts on these important concerns, he was variously answered; some excusing themselves on the ground of not understanding what was delivered, others declaring that it was a religion proper only for white men; but all seemed to conclude that they conferred a favour by their attendance, for which they thought they were entitled to some remuneration. 2 G would have been able himself to write a letter to the far land.'" "Have not all been publicly invited to come and learn to write?' "Yes, the ask is there! but me they have not asked.'" Arriving at Lattakoo, Mr. Campbell found the same principles more or "If I wish to write, I may come to the less prevailing; and it was evident, Missionary, and he will write for me. I had that the regular attendance of an indi-called on the Missionary when he was writing, vidual, generally speaking, was sure but he never put the pen into my hand.' to be followed by some request. The He expressed this with a laugh." schools being but partially regarded, Mr. C. on mentioning the circumstance to Mateebe and his chief captains, was informed that the children were wanted to attend the cattle. Mateebe observed, that as he had taken the advice of the Missionaries, in not going on marauding expeditions against his neighbours, and by these means augmenting his stock of cattle, he thought it but right, that, as a compensation for his virtue, he ought to be furnished with muskets, powder, and ball, from government, to kill game. But Mr. C. after informing him that he had no command over such articles, drew his attention to the more immediate object of his journey, which led to the following conversation. "Does Mateebe think any of his people are happier or better, by the things which the Missionaries have told them?'" "All are pleased with the Word, but we cannot comprehend it, we are glad we have the means of knowing it; we can now sleep well.'" "Can Mateebe tell what causes them to sleep so well? Is it because they now know something of the true God, or because white men with guns now live among them?'" "A peace from God, and by the word coming among us.' "When Jesus Christ was in the world, some who did not understand the meaning of what he said, came and requested him to explain it to them. The inhabitants of Lattakoo should do the same to the Missionaries, when they hear any thing they do not understand."" "Here I was told that there was no Bootshuana word for soul or spirit, but heart or breath, and that it was still uncertain whether the people understood that they had souls. The interpreter, who is a Matchappee, took occasion to say that he was like Mateebe, for he neither understood book nor letter-that he saw nothing in the book but colour; that when he looked at a book, his head was dark, and his heart dead. "The king then observed, that he saw the word was peaceable, and the children know it, for when waggons came, the children fled, now they run to meet them. While Mateebe was speaking, Mahootoo frequently repeated some of his words; when she did so, I noticed that the king always repeated them after her. Munameets, after holding out his hand for snuff, began to speak: This is not,' said be, our original country, but a place called Nokamma, which lies three days' journey to the N. W. of Griqua Town. Hottentot marauders drove us to the Krooman. Here,' he added, 'the Word of God came, and found them, and brought peace, but he was sorry he could not understand it, he wished God would give them a heart; the word going only into our ears,' said he, 'does not help us, but God must make the heart right.' "Why does Munameets believe there is a God?'" "My heart is full of wickedness, and so long as it is so I cannot understand the word of God-I am often grieved because I cannot get a better heart.' "I understand that you pray to God; do you believe that he is every where present to hear you?" "Yes, I believe God is every where, and hears prayer, because he made all things; therefore I hope God will answer my pray "That ought to be so; but the Griquas once did not understand-now they are chang-er.' ed. I hope it will be so with us.' "Does Mateebe now understand how a book can speak, better than he did when I endeavoured to explain it on my former visit?'" "I do not yet understand how the Bible speaks, nor how a letter tells about things which happen far off.”” Wherefore does the king come to the Missionaries to ask for news, when he hears they have received a letter?'" The Missionary looks at the letter and knows news, but when I look at it I see nothing; because the Missionary knows things by the letter, I ask him what they are."" Does Mateebe know how news comes in the letter?'" "I do not know, but the people who can write know it.'" "I expected that Mateebe, before now, "To see how far he understood the meaning of soul, I asked why a dead man could not walk, as well as a living man?" "When a man is dead, he rots, and cannot walk.'" "Do you understand what life is? You will sometimes say, when a man is not quite dead, there is life in him-now, what is life?"" "So long as God allows life to be in the man, he walks; but when he takes it out, he cannot walk, he is like an ox when slain." These conversations were taken down verbatim, at the time.. Lest they should become tired, the meeting was adjourned to a future opportunity."--p. 81. Like most other untutored children of nature, these natives always manifested an inordinate attachment to |