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Will Penitence be heard : the Judge above Mark we the peaceful lake! -How waveTakes the poor sufferer to his boundless

less rest - love.

Its, waters, in the valley's sheltering Besides the fifteen sonnets devoted The breeze, scarce stirs it ; or, one flutter

breast! to the story of Emily, there is an

o'er, other set upon a subject on which we the imaged heaven is shining as before. have often thought with a degree of Yet many a rill is there, whose eager tide, national pride in our own country; From rock to rock of the cleft mountain's and we confess, with a feeling of sur

side prise, if not of indignation, at the Leapt sparkling.--then, thro' copse and boast which is so often made of the mead, along freedom and equality of the citizens of Gush'd free, with warbling waves all

loose to song, another country, which it has become the fashion of late to hold up as the 'Twas joy, where'er it flow'd.-The banks

more gay
theme of eulogium on it, and of cen-
sure on other nations. The subject

With tufts of bloomy fragrance mark'd its

way, of these sonnets is that of “ Negro And richer verdure spread, and oft, thoo Slavery in the United States of Ame bare rica."" The tone and sentiment of The wide expanse, a clustering grove was these will be seen by quoting the first

there, of the series, addressed,

No dull and sluggish loiterer,-- when TO THE GUARDIAN GENIUS OT

sweet bowers Wood it to rest, with softest airs and

flowers, Dread Power, that from thy mountain Still journeying, far it bore the freshening throne supreme,

swell Grasp'st in wide gaze the Empire of thy To many a thirsty plain, and many a dell.

Now, the same influence, centering inte *And, while dark tempests fan thy me

teor hair,
Hurl'st their broad clouds in many a sea-

That led its onward wanderings, bids then like stream !

With conscious smile its course of blessSmil'st thou, to mark, where baffled Ar

ing past, mies trod

Calm but unwearied rests the stream at In desolating ire the bloomy vale,

last, A busier labour laugh along the dale,'

Reflecting in its bosom's cloudless shade
A brighter verdure wave along the sod ?

That Heaven, whose bounty it so long
And shall not all rejoice ?-Exulter, see
Those fetter'd mourners !-Came they
fierce to tear

On the sonnet stanza, in which the
A Land, whose mercy dooms them but greater part of this collection of poems

is written, it is unnecessary for us to The chains they brought?—No spoilers, of offer any remark, as the subject has the free,

been treated by eminent critics much Unknowing on the battle's grassy mound They' tread, and wonder at the heaps more in detail than we can afford around.

room for in this place. One very just There is one poem in the common

remark on the difficulty of that stan

za (to which our language is not nearhexameter verse, to which we own a ly so favourable as the Italian, from partiality, arising, perhaps, from ear, which it was worrowed) is made by ly association. It is entitled “ The the author, in his preface to this little REPOSE OF VIRTUE, on receiving the

voluine. Portrait of an old and very deur Friend, painted by her Niece.”—Af “ In every measure, (says he,) there are ter describing, in very excellent verse, two circumstances to be considered, the the active benevolence of the old lady, rhythmical metody, as a pleasing succession of and the tepose and satisfaction it has sounds, and the ease with which that pecubestowed on her last days, it closes liar order of sounds may be made to acwith the following simile, which, the accordance in this respect is perfect, the

cord with the sentiment of the verše. When though not new in the general idea, measure itself is scarcely perceived, or is and rather extended beyond the legi- felt only in the sweetness of its melody; timate length of simile, has seldom and it is most complete, when not a word been more justly applied or more seems to be introduced for the purpose of beautifully expressed.

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phrase is such as might be supposed to blemish, even in passages of which How spontaneously from the mind, in the par- the tone is that of seriousness and seticular circumstances represented. A med. verity ; so at the close of the melansure may thus be very complicated in itself, choly stanza entitled “ The Slave on and yet, by the happy art of the poet, when the labour of the art is never forced upon

his Pussage,the reader's mind by an incongruous phrase,

O come and be a slave! may produce the same effect as a much. As also of that indignant one entitled simpler measure ; and the simplest men The Anniuersary of Independence," sure may appear artificial and strained, if a single violent inversion, or stiff and awk. And bless the day—which made thy ty.. ward word, bring before us immediately

rant free! the constraint of the writer, by reminding Dr Brown has tried another meaus of the rhythm or the rhyme, which sure not practised by any other poet forced the reluctant syllables to make their with whoin we are acquainted, and of appearance, where, but for that dire neces- which, we think, his example will not sity, they never would have come of themselves

. The natural order of thought, and encourage the use in future, that is, the natural expression of that thought, are instead of ten syllables. Of this he

by making the verse consist of nine the very nature which the poetic artist is required to have constantly in view. In has given two examples in “ A Mohn: some measures, he may find an exact con. ING PICTURE” and “ AN EVENING formity with it less easy than in others : PICTURE;" with what success our but, if he make the attempt, he may be readers will judge from the following considered as virtually binding himself to quotation from the first of those overcome the difficulties with which he has poems :voluntarily undertaken to struggle, and Smiles she ev'n in sleep, or does her must not suffer an unappropriate phrase to Temain, merely because a measure, which

arm, ho one compelled him to use, does not ad.

Couching soft below, sweet dimples mit of so wide a selection as other mea. sures which were equally within his As if, form’d for ceaseless joy, a grace

Liv'd still wakeful in each slumbering choice.”

charm? But this difficulty, though the ta- We submit to their judgment whelents or fertility of the poet may in ther this nine-syllable verse is either some cases overcome it, is a strong agreeable to the ear, or gives energy reason against adopting this measure, to the thought. except there is some quality belonging We think the author's blank verse to it which is worth the cost of sur one of the happiest of his measures ; inounting that difficulty. There is, so we thought in his former poem of we think, in the Spenserian stanza á Agnes, which, in our humble opinion, certain tenderness, an approach to it is somewhat a perversion of taste in elegy without its sadness, which suits the present time not to have appresome situations in which poetry de- tiated more highly. It contains a dolights to place the persons of its dra- mestic story of great tenderness, with ma, and in this way it has been sue- many passages of pathos not more cessfully used by several later poets. feelingly conceived than happily exWe thiuk it will hardly bear the use pressed. We wish that, notwithto which others have applied it, such standing the discouragement of a little as the narrative, especially when that want of that popularity which has - narrative obliges them to carry on the been bestowed ou very inferior propoetical sentence froin one stanza to ductions, Dr Brown would give us another, which, to our ear, sounds awk- another tale in the same strain with ward and unnatural, as the Alexan- Agnes, which is of a kind that every drine at the close seems to have one can understand, and of that genrounded the sense, and, in some de- tle melancholy which affects but does gree, shut out the continuation of the not tear the feelings, which improves subject. - It is, perhaps, from its re- the heart without stirring it to hostistriction to a bxed number of lines lity against mankind. Let him touch that it sometimes leads towards a de- bis lute in such a manner as to progree of epigrammatic quaintness not duce its tender tones, and forbear, to well suited to the nature of the sub- force it to that amoroso or allegro jects for which it is generally employ, measure, to which its power seems ed. "Our author is not free from this not so well adapted.


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Yet this is in the power of all

However Fortune rise or fall THE scene is desolate and bleak;

To scorn ignoble art; The clouds, presaging tempest, streak

And, in the open eye of day, The waning fields of air;

To tread the independent way, The vales in sombre darkness lie,

In singleness of heart';
And January breezes sigh

Unsullied as the silver moon,
Thro' leafless forests bare !
The rank grass rustles by the stone

Amid the deep blue skies of June.
With purple lichens overgrown.

So, when the night of age appears,

And time is short, and all our years
The drooping cattle cower below,
While, on the beech's topmost bough,

Have come, and passed away;
The croaking raven sits ;

We, quietly consigned to deep, The tumult of the torrent's roar, ;

But not to everlasting sleep,

Shall, where our fathers lay,
That, rain-swol'n, rushes to the shore,
Is heard, and lost by fits ;

Be laid,- our memory virtue's theme,
Now with a voice o'erpowering all,

Our epitaph the world's esteem. V. Now sinking in a dying fall. How vanishes our time away! 'Tis like the circuit of a day,

* Gentil mia Donna, i'veggio Since last, with devious feet,

Nel mover de vostri occhi un dolce lume This lonely rural path I trode ;

Che mi mostra la via ch' al ciel conduee." The blooming wild-flowers gem'd the sod,

PETRARCH. The summer breeze was sweet ;

OH! once again, dear vision of the soul! The hues of earth, the tints of sky,

Return, and soothe me with thy placid Were rapture to the heart and eye.

smile, I listened to the linnet's songs :

And win me with thy mild dark eye, I heard the lyric lark prolong

soft Her heart-exulting note,

Yet all-prevailing gentleness of mien, When, far removed from mortal sight, From the cold workings of a world of strife! She, soaring to the source of light, Meet me, my Julia ! in this lonely spot, Etherial regions sought,

That erst was witness to our communings, And, from the summit of her flight In those blest days, when hope had not Looked down, and sung with fond delight gone by: The wild-rose, arched in artless bower,

And let me gaze upon thy placid brow, The heather, and the hawthorn flower,

Whose calm no feverish thought, or guilty United their perfume,

wish, Beneath as bright and blue a sky,

Hath e'er disturbed ; and let me lay this

head, As e'er transported human eye, Since Eden was in bloom;

Torn by a thousand withering phantasies, And innocence from Paradise

Upon that gentle breast, where all is pure Affrighted fled, and sought the skies.

And peaceful and serene, and softly place

Thy snowy hand upon this burning brow, And now, I listen to the breeze,

And calm its feverish workings into rest ! That whistles through the leafless trees, And to the pattering rain;

And whither, tell me whither can I fly The waters roar with foamy surge,

For refuge, from the demons of distrust, The curlew sends her wailing dirge,

And cold misanthropy, that cling and coil Across the marshy plain.

ar ' With poisoned fangs around my withering

heart? Well may such altered scene impart

Whither unless to Nature and to Thee, A moral to the thinking heart!

The daughter of my early thought, the In youth, ah! little do we think

bright How near the raging torrent's brink And pure creation of my soui, while yet The flowers of Pleasure grow;

My soul was pure, the lovely form in How fickle is the gale ; how far

whom From mild Contentment's gentle star, The flitting thoughts, and fancies mani. Our bark may sail below;

fold, What chance and change our lot may And feelings undefined, by nature stamped brave,

On my young heart, were gathered into Between the cradle and the grave.





And though I dare not, with unhallowed I too, like him, have waked, and wept, and tongue,

mourned, Approach to supplicate, from Her, whose And fled the wild delirium ; and I know sway

That thou, as his dear Claricè of old, Was lost amid the feverish strife, that tore Wilt not refuse to take the wanderer home, My heart, and spread its baleful influence And soothe his woes, and lead him back to wide


H. O'er all my soul, that calm and deep res Ferrajo, Dec, 30th, 1818.

pose, Which now my spirit seems to seek in Yet thou wilt plead for me, and gently, On seeing the Sun set from Arthur Seat,

yet Not unreproachful, soothe my bosom's Tis sweet at close of summer day, pain;

When thrushes chaunt their evening lay, And we will seat us on the grassy sod,

Reclined on this romantic hill,
Beside the streamlet's edge, where first Where daylight's footsteps linger still,
Thy form arose like sunshine on my soul ; To gaze upon yon western sky,
Where I have lain within the waving shade Where clouds of varied beauty lie,
Of that o'erhanging elm, whose branching Ting’d with the richest rays of light,

That beam with glory on the sight,
Of scarce six summers growth, spread over-

While the pure tints of evening's glow head

Are mingled with their virgin snow.
A mingled veil of sunshine and of shade; But glorious as it is, and bright,
And while my hand encircled softly thine, My eye finds more entranced delight
And I would deem that these mild melting To turn from such a brilliant view,

And mark yon mist-clad mountains bluc Were gazing tenderly upon my face,

Whose ridges seem to fancy's eye Have told thee 'o'er full many a soothing To prop yon soft cerulean sky; tale,

For lo ! slow rising from the east, Framed by the magic bards, who sweetly. In all a ves tal’s beauty drest, sung

Comes forth the sober Queen of night, Amid the sunshine of Italia's skies;

Array'd in rubes of silver light ; And I would think how blest a lot was Her sole companion from afar, mine,

Scarce to be seen, a lonely star ; That to no faithless or unpitying nymph,

It sheds a soft and placid ray, Like young Aminta, I was doomed to sigh, More sweet than all the pomp of day :) And kneel, and weep in vain ; that no Cor I've hail'd it oft at eventide, risca

Where Tweed and Teviot's waters glide; With insidious wiles could tear away And now, though far from those fair scenes The cup of joy, ere yet it reached my lip; Of waters, woods, and sloping greens, 05, haply touching on a nobler theme,

I love to see its silver light Would sing how young Rinaldo, famed of Fall softly on yon mountains' heightold,

But chief I love to see its ray The tender and the brave, his soul on fire Upon the lake's smooth bosom play : With generous ardour, and his heart no It brings to mind those happy hours less

When life seem'd strew'd with fairy flowers, Infamed with love's soft passion, dauntless When on the banks of Tweed's fair stream urged

1 fondly woo'd youth's fairy dream, His venturous way, though dangers con. And pictured days of future bliss

With all a boy's devotedness ; In earth or hell against him, and at last And wildly wished that childhood's day Acquired the glorious meed of deathless Should like the waters glide away,

" fame,

Glide unpolluted, swift, and clear, And the far dearer prize for which he Till manhood's glorious sea appear. fought

Short-sighted boy, that wish how vain! And if like him, by lawless passion Embarked upon life's troubled main, driven,

Too late thou knowest, thy anchor lost, I'vestrayed unheeding from bright honour's These boyish days to prize the most

To wish that childhood's sinless morn, Post path, And,

caught with maddening pleasure, have. With all its dreams would now return, inhaled

And yield that blessedness of mind.
The syren draught, and reeled with giddy

Which after years can never find.


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East Indies...The missionaries proceed who was superintending the version, we zealously with the translations of the Holy are preparing to proceed with the printing Scriptures, according to the following letter as before. from one of them:

"In the Kurnata we have finished “ A new edition of the New Testament, Mark, and are proceeding with Luke; of 4000 copies, has been some little time while in the Kunkuna, the Mooltanee, the begun, and the printing advanced to the Sindheo, the Kashmere, the Bikaneer, the middle of Matthew.

Nepal, the Ooduypore, the Marwar, thio - In the Bengalee, in which of course Juypore, and the Khasse, not much prothe version will be now as accurate as the gress in the printing has been made since the brethren can expect ever to make it, and last Report, access to thepi in many cases in which the opportunities for distribution being difficult; and their prosecution interare becoming daily more extensive, we fering with the supply of countries more have commenced a new edition of 5000 co- extensive and more easy of approach. As pies of the whole Scriptures, in a new and soon, however, as the Hindee and Sanskrit much reduced type, reduced by Brother versions are conipleted, it is the intention Lawson, when he resided at Serampore. of the brethren to proceed with them ; By means of this alteration we shall be a while the return of brother Carapeit affordble to comprise the whole Bible in one ed a most favourable opportunity of distri. large octavo volume, of 850 pages, which buting the gospel of Si Matthew, already has hitherto occupied five volumes of 800 printed, in four of these languages. pages each. The brethren intend to print “ Although the printing of the Seram. 5000 additional Testaments, forming a thin pore translations has been in some degree volume of about 180 pages.

retarded, by the printing of several elemen“ In the Sanskrit, the Latin of the East, tary works for the Bengalee schools, as well and intelligible to almost all the learned as of the Roman Malay, and Armenian men throughout Hindoostan, the historical Bibles, for the Calcutta Auxiliary Bible books have been completed, and the print Society, (a cause not much to be regretted) ing advanced to the middle of Jeremiah. you will be pleased to hear, that they were We therefore expect to complete this vo never proceeding with more rapidity than lume within the next three months, and at present. The office now furnishies our shall then have printed the whole of the venerable editor, Dr Carey, (independently Scriptures in that language.

of the Chinese proofs it forwards to Dr “ The Hindee Bible is still farther ad- Marshman,) with twelve proofs per week vanced ; and we fully expect that within on an average." a month the last part will be ready for Temperature of Bombay.—The follow. distribution. We shall then have printed ing table presents the number of rainy days the first edition of the whole Scriptures, in Bombay in 1803 and 1804, years rewith a second edition of the New Testa- markable for the difference in their great ment.

leading features, the first being a year of “ In the Mahratta, the historical books unusual scarcity, the second of uncommon laave been printed off since the last memoir, abundance. and the Hagiographa advanced to the

1805.-Days of 1804,-Days of middle of Proverbs.

Heavy rain. Showers. Heavy mn. Show. " In the Sikh, the Pentateuch is just Jan. completed, and the historical books be- Feb. gun.

March "In the Chinese, we have just complet- April ed the Pentateuch, and are now proceeding May with a second edition of the New Testa June 14

11 11 nient.

July 14 14

17 13 “ In the Telinga, the New Testament is Ang. 15


7 printed as far as the Thessalonians; and Sep.

3 we hope to have finished the volume ere Oct. this reaches you.

Nov. " In the Pushtoo Testament, the print. Dec. ing is advanced as far as the 1st of Peter ; and in the Assam and Wutch, to the No


49 mans; while in the Bruj Bhassa, although

46 a delay has arisen in consequence of the distance of Brother Chamberlain's station, General total,



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