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to herself or family. A touch, a pressure of the hands, are But, thank Heaven! with or without stays, this country the only external signs a woman can give of entertaining a can boast of many a noble maiden, particular regard for certain individuals; and to lavish this valuable power of expression upon all comers, upon the impudent and contemptible, is an indelicate extravagance, which, I hope, needs only to be exposed to be put for ever out of countenance."-P. 132,

"Fitted to shine in courts, or walk the shade,
With innocence and contemplation join'd."

History of Scotland. By Patrick Fraser Tytler, Esq.
F.R.S. E. and F.A.S. Volume III. Edinburgh.
William Tait. 1829. Svo. Pp. 398.

MR TYTLER's work increases in interest as it proceeds. It indicates in its author a power of patient and wide research, conjoined with a mind which can elevate itself above mere details, to grasp the complicated relations which run through the individual actions of an age or nation,

This is de trop. An innocent-hearted girl may shake hands freely with every body; and, for Heaven's sake, when she does shake hands, let it be, as often as possible, cordially, and, to a certain extent, con spirito. There be certain young ladies, whose hands, when they come in contact with yours, have all the cold lifelessness of an unheated bunch of curling-irons, and who simply permit of their receiving a listless shake, leaving behind with you for the next half hour, the disagreeable impression that you might as well have shaken the handle of a pump-connecting them into one great whole. well, the pendulum of a clock, or the long queue of an old The present volume commences with the accession, in navy-officer. Give us, on the contrary, the firm, but 1371, of the House of Stewart to the Scottish throne, in gentle and speedily-withdrawn pressure of the warm the person of Robert II., grandson, by the mother's side, of and rosy fingers, which communicates a thrill of frank the Bruce; and carries on the history to the murder of and harmless pleasure to the whole frame, and which James I. in 1437. The period is by no means a cheering says, more expressively than words, "I entertain that portion of our story. We can trace in it that undue power friendly and benevolent feeling towards you, which it is of the aristocracy which was the curse of Scotland for so my nature to entertain for all my fellow-creatures." many years, in footsteps of blood. The barons obtained no small accession of consequence when Bruce, in his contests against England and the Pope, was forced to rest his title to the crown of Scotland almost exclusively on the choice of the nobility. Their consciousness of their own strength increased during the troubled reign of Bruce's son, David II. But it reached its height when Robert II., who had formerly ranked as one of themselves, was Robert was of too advanced an age to repress with sufficient energy this domineering spirit; and his son was, from the first, of too feeble a character to oppose to it any more active resistance. The "This sentiment of order in the mind, this conviction of ambition of Albany co-operated with the lawless spirit of the beautiful harmony in a well-organized, civil society, the nobles to wrest power for a while from the hands of gives us dignity with our inferiors, without alloying it with its legitimate owner a circumstance which only added the smallest particle of pride; by keeping them at a due dis- fuel to a flame already burning too high. Through the tance, we merely maintain ourselves and them in the rank influence of the wayward spirit thus engendered, and the in which a higher power has placed us; and the condescen-yet more fatal effects of his own irrascible temper, it was sion of our general manners to them, and our kindnesses in rendered impossible, even for the high talents of the first their exigencies, and generous approbation of their worth, are sufficient acknowledgments of sympathy, to show that James, to restore lawful and efficient government to the we avow the same nature with themselves, the same origin, country. His life was the forfeit of the bold attempt. the same probation, the same end.

In making these remarks, we cannot for a moment be understood as wishing to encourage the slightest degree of undue familiarity, either towards equals, or, much less, towards inferiors. So far from this, we hold a becoming dignity and reserve to be one of the most important attributes of the female character; and there is no part of the whole book before us with which we more heartily agree, | than with the sentiments contained in the following para-promoted to the throne. graphs:




Yet we cannot help feeling impressed, while perusing "Our demeanour with our equals is more a matter of Mr Tytler's pages, with the savage grandeur of many of policy. To be indiscreetly familiar, to allow of liberties be- the personages whom we find acting their parts in the ing taken with your good-nature; all this is likely to happen troubled drama. Archibald the Grim is well known to with people of the same rank with ourselves, unless we hold all readers of Scottish history. But we frankly confess our mere acquaintance at a proper distance, by a certain reA woman may be gay, ingenuous, perfectly amiable that this man of iron interests us little, when compared to her associates, and yet reserved. Avoid all sudden inti- with the two darker and more subtle spirits, Albany, the macies, all needless secret-tellings, all closeting about non-usurping uncle of James I., and Robert Graham, his sense, caballing, taking mutual liberties with each other in murderer. There is, no doubt, much that is revolting in regard to domestic arrangements; in short, beware of fami- the unfeeling policy of the former; and we have already liarity! The kind of familiarity which is common in fami- observed, that the necessity his ambition imposed of conlies, and amongst women of the same classes in society, is ciliating the nobles, had a great share in fostering their that of an indiscriminate gossiping; an interchange of lawless spirit; yet there were redeeming traits in the thoughts, without any effusion of the heart. Then an unceremonious way of reproaching each other for a real or sup- character of Albany. He clung with a desperate grasp posed neglect; a coarse manner of declaring your faults; a to the devotional feelings of his age, rude as many of these habit of jangling on trifles; a habit of preferring your own were; and when we find him on the battlements of Edinwhims or ease before that of the persons about you; an in- burgh Castle, on a bright moonlight night, holding high delicate way of breaking into each other's privacy; in short, converse with his companions regarding the phenomena doing every thing that declares the total oblivion of all po- of the heavens and their causes, we forget the usurper in liteness and decent manners."-Pp. 163, 4. the philosopher. So is it with Graham, relentless though We must now bring our remarks upon this work to a his hatred was, and unpardonable the crime that it led close. As we have already said, it is one which may him to commit; still there is something in his fearlesswith safety and advantage be put into the hands of a young ness on all occasions, in the scrupulous anxiety with which lady. It treats of many points to which we have not ad- he always strove to reconcile his actious to his own noverted, and even enters upon certain mysteries of female tions of law and honour, and in his dying declaration to costume, concerning which we should scarcely deem it his executioners, that, should the tortures they inflicted lawful for any male animal to give an opinion. The chap-tempt him to blaspheme, he laid the loss of his soul to ter on the use of stays should be read with attention; for, their charge, there is something in all this that bends though we do not look on corsets with the same horror us to an unwilling respect. It is such a mingling of apthat some folk do, we certainly conceive them to be less parent inconsistencies, that convinces us the likeness of the conducive to health than any other part of female apparel Godhead, originally stamped upon man, is indelible, even

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in his wildest aberrations. Were it not for the recurrence of this belief, the perusal of history would not only be the most painful, but, at the same time, the most deadening exercise for the heart of man.

A press of matter of more immediate interest, prevents us from entering fully into the discussion at present; but we propose taking an early opportunity of reverting to it.

true genius. It by no means follows that he who rashly ventures to draw aside the awful veil from the hidden mysteries of nature, was born a Milton.

Nor are the whole details of this period of so tragic a strain. The ample materials provided by Mr Tytler show, that amid this seeming chaos, the work of civilisation was going noiselessly but steadily on. Many facts tend to prove, that industry and wealth were advancing. It was during this period that the first attempt was made to found a University in Scotland; and it is from the enactments of James I. that we date some of the most important features of the Scottish constitution.

After all, however, the most novel and interesting por-depend upon it there is something wrong about it,—there tion of this volume is the disquisition which Mr Tytler are many chords of the human heart that it has not has appended to it, respecting the fate of Richard II. of touched, it is cold and artificial. We recollect we obEngland. We frankly confess, that he has not succeeded jected to the "African" by Mr Moore, that the author in convincing us that the view he has taken of the mat- took greater delight in describing the stern conflict, or ter is correct; but we should be the last to refuse to him overboiling desire for revenge, than the gentler and more the high merits of candour and patient investigation. abiding emotions of the bosom, which so beautifully reOur own opinion, however, is, that, taking the evidence lieve the severity of the others. Unless a writer have a on this question, as it is stated by Mr Tytler himself, the quick perception of these softer graces of composition, we authorities for believing the death of Richard at Ponte- in general despair of his ever rising very high in the refract are too strong to be overturned by the testimony gions of the true sublime. How exquisitely does Shakoffered of his subsequent appearance in Scotland. The speare know how to modify and alternate his style! and frequent reports of his escape in England, we regard how easily does Byron pass from the pinnacle of grandeur merely as signs of the unsettled state of men's minds at into the very bosom of domestic quiet! We do not, of the time. course, expect to see Mr Dugald Moore writing like either Shakspeare or Byron; but we wish him, if possible, to come a little more within the sphere of human sympathies, we wish him to be a little less magnificent, and a little more at home. There is, no doubt, something imposing in many of the subjects he has chosen; but, if we are not mistaken, the best part of their poetry will not unfrequently be found in their title. Thus we have "The Last Peak,"-" The Vulture of Caucasus,"— The Fossil Skeleton of the Mammoth,"—" The Dying Patriarch,"--" The Tenth Plague, or the first-born of Egypt smitten,"-" The Sailor's last Huzza,”—“ Death on the Pale Horse,”"The first Star,"- "The Flight of the last Spirit," - "The Vessel of the Dead," and many others, each of which, we suspect, necessarily consists of the amplification of one good idea. Where other extraneous ideas are introduced, they are vague and unsatisfactory, and though their apparent magnitude may at first surprise, it will be found that they want substance. In the "Tenth Plague," for example, we have the following passage descriptive of Death, which, to say nothing of its ungrammatical construction, appears to us, whatever it may do to Mr Moore, not a little bombastic: Meantime, far journeying from his realms of night, Death swept the dread immensity of s By dim and dead annihilated worlds, Old systems, which his arm of old had smote, Whose sunless fragments, and disjointed forms, In thunder roll'd around him.—and by stars Nor shake his dart above them, for they beam'd Which he durst not o'ershadow with his wing, Pure and unspotted in the sight of God, At last alighted on earth's heavy clouds: Aloft the giant like a mountain stoodA mountain of tall flame, whose sulphury crest Illumes a continent."


Scenes from the Flood; The Tenth Plague, or the Firstborn of Egypt smitten; and other Poems. By Dugald Moore, author of "The African," &c. Glasgow. Robertson and Atkinson. 1830, Pp. 213.

What we like to see well delineated in poetry, is all the varying shades of human passion, as called into existence by circumstances of probable and not infrequent occurrence. He who attempts to write a long poem concerning a universal flood, or a plague of so horrible a description that none could escape its influence, takes up so unwonted a position, and must revel in conceptions so foreign to all natural associations, that there are ten chances to one against his producing a poem that will be read with interest. And if it be not read with interest, you may

WHEN we reviewed Mr Moore's former volume, we said as much of its merits, and as little of its faults, as possible. We saw that he possessed talents far above his opportunities, and we were anxious to foster them into maturity. We must not pursue exactly the same course in speaking of his second production; we must be more chary of our praise, and less scrupulous in our blame. We consider this new volume as much upon a par with its predecessor; we should have been glad to have perceived a marked and evident improvement. We believe we have already stated, in the first volume of the Literary Journal, that what we principally like in Mr Moore's style is, that it always aims at being strong and vigorous," and seldom or never degenerates into that maudling sentimentality which weak and commonplace minds suppose to be synonymous with poetical feeling. To this remark, however, we have now to add, that there is considerable monotony in Mr Moore's mode of thinking, and that there is a want of flexibility in his versification, which gives it rather a hard and harsh tone. He is continually seeking for ideas more lofty and farther fetched than usual, and so far the ambition is an honourable one; but when the exertion of straining after such ideas becomes apparent, they cease to afford the reader the same pleasure. Besides, Mr Moore seems to us rather to catch high ideas from the subjects he selects, than to be able to impart them to his subject out of his own stores. This is a very common expedient with minds somewhat deficient in innate sensibility, and it is well calculated to deceive for a time the unskilful. Martin paints the Deluge, and his black and fiery masses, heaped inch-thick upon the canvass, are applauded to the echo. Robert Montgomery, the young man whose pretty face forms the frontispiece to his volume, writes about the "Omni- We cannot say that we altogether approve of a journeypresence of the Deity," and some critics immediately de- man-printer in Glasgow talking thus familiarly of the clare that he is among the most sublime of Britain's Most High. We seriously advise him, at least for some bards. But such expedients as these are not the test of time to come, to be less ambitious. We doubt that he

Mr Moore delights in these generalities and vaguenesses. He is not only very great upon Death, but upon the conqueror of Death, of whom he frequently speaks in some such terms as these :

"Meantime, the Eternal, sitting on his throne," &c.


"the voice

Of the Eternal echoed thus through space," &c.

will ever be a poet of acute feeling or very delicate sentiment; but were his style less inflated, it would be more vigorous, and were it less strained, it would be more natural.

Though we have spoken thus sharply regarding Mr Moore's poetry, we do not, by any means, wish to convey an impression that we have changed our opinion as to his being a man of talent. This he unquestionably is; and although the unfavourable circumstances under which it was produced, will scarcely now-a-days serve as an excuse for a mediocre book, yet these, taken in connexion with the acknowledged ability which his volume displays, convince us that Mr Moore is entitled to a place far above the unknown herd. We have selected for quotation two of the minor poems, which we do not dislike the more that they are written in a less lofty strain than many of the others:


"King of the frozen deep!

Hast thou sought out a calmer sphere to die,
And left thy old and icy birth-place, where
The sun ne'er woo'd the glacier on the cliffs!

Of thy dark dwelling? Couldst thou not breathe out
Thy long existence of a thousand years
Where kindred kings might cheer thee, and the winds,
The howling blasts that nursed thee, have lull'd
Thy mighty heart to slumber with their songs
Of desolation? Thou hast wander'd long
Through thy cold empire of eternal ice;
And thou, perchance, hast seen the frozen wreck
Chain'd on the billows, and her hardy crew
Glued to the lifeless deck-and thou hast dash'd,
As if in mockery at thy weak foe,

The freezing spray into his bloodless face!

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The trembling waters from thy glassy sides,
Dashing and diving, in thy fearful play ;-
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Thy wrath has lash'd the ocean to a storm,
Hurling the floating palaces of man,

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In regions where thy sway was never known ! {
The deep, with his blue floods, that cradled thee—
The storms that bore thee on thy rolling course→→
Should, at the last, have made thy sepulchre !
Thy vast remains are not akin to earth,
Trod only by the feet of pigmy man;
The little things that breed and moulder there
Are not companions for a king like thee!
But the great dwellers of the mighty deep-
The squally tempests-and the thunder's roar,
That charm'd thee in thy childhood, and the caves,
Brush'd only by the wild fins like thine own,
Should be at last thy tomb and all its mates,
Storms, waves, and darkness-the dread visitants-
To howl the music of the hurricane
Above thee in thy sleep."-Pp. 152, 3.

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"The sky was calm, the clouds had met, Day's last rays had gone down;

'Twas deep midnight, but she had set

Each bright star in her crown!→→
The minstrel heard the notes that rang,
He knew 'twas England's King that sang-
To England's shore he hied.

His people heard his fate; that strain,
From Europe's mightiest, broke the chain,

And saved an empire's pride !"-Pp. 211-12.

Against one thing we have to warn Mr Moore,-the over-charged praise of ignorant or injudicious friends. Nothing is more fatal to a person of rising genius. It engenders the most mistaken notions of one's own powers, and is sure to establish the belief that impartial criticism is neither more nor less than most unjustifiable severity. Mr Moore may depend upon it that he has much yet to do before achieving a lasting or valuable reputation. When he next comes before the public, we are of opinion that he ought to eschew all sacred or highflowni subjects, and rather rest the groundwork of his poem upon some of the dignified and interesting incidents of history. He will thus be more likely to awaken the sympathies of his reader, and at the same time have abun dance of scope for the indulgence of his own peculiar vein of thought and expression.

The History of the University of Edinburgh; chiefly compiled from original Papers and Records, never before published. With an Appendix, containing an Account of different Institutions connected with the University. By Alexander Bower, Author of the Life of Luther. Vol. III. Edinburgh. Waugh and Innes. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 384.

THE two first volumes of Mr Bower's History of our University, are known as containing a great deal of curious and useful information regarding its constitution, its foundations, its progress, and its laws. They bring the narrative, however, down only to the year 1756, so that the third volume, now published, which extends from that date to the present day, embraces the most interesting period of all. Its contents consist chiefly of biographical notices of the eminent Professors, now deceased, who not only sustained the reputation of the seminary, but ranked among the principal literary and scientific characters of the last age. These Memoirs contain an account of twenty-nine different Professors, among whom are Robertson, Black, Blair, Hope, both Gregorys, Ferguson, Dugald Stewart, Robison, Playfair, Finlayson, In preparing Brown, Dalzel, Tytler, and Christison. his biographical notices of these celebrated individuals, Mr Bower procured access to many original materials; and "in order that no mistakes might be committed, and that the information which the work contained might be as authentic as possible, the different narratives were sub

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mitted to the near relations of those of whom an account! is given, when they could be discovered."

Having perused this volume with care, we consider it well entitled to public attention, and as completing, in a satisfactory manner, the task undertaken by Mr Bower. The Memoirs of the various Professors are written in a candid and liberal spirit; and the style, without being particularly ambitious or redolent of graces, is easy and flowing. As it is impossible for us to attempt any abstract of the diversified materials of which the book consists, we prefer selecting, as a favourable specimen of the author's talents, the following biographical sketch of the

celebrated Dr Blair:

"Having delivered two courses without any other emolument than what he derived from the honoraries of his students, his lectures excited so great interest, that upon application being made to his Majesty, he was induced to endow the professorship of Rhetoric, and Dr Blair received his commission upon the 21st of July 1762, and was formally admitted upon the subsequent 4th August.

"Macpherson had published the celebrated Poems of Ossian, which have occasioned so much controversy. Dr Blair vindicated their authenticity. A host of eminent critics, however, either doubted on the subject, or declared their disbelief. He published a Critical Dissertation on the Poems of Ossian,' and this was his first publication. Whatever opinion may be formed of the matter in dispute, It cannot be denied that the Doctor has discovered great critical acumen, whilst, at the same time, it affords an excellent specimen of very elegant composition.




"The Rev. Dr Hugh Blair was for many years a dis"In 1777, he transmitted to London the MS. of a volume tinguished ornament of the University, and certainly con- of Sermons, with the design of committing them to the tributed as much as any of his contemporaries to the lite-press. The bookseller, after keeping it for some time, wrote rary reputation which it has attained. He was a native of letter to him, discouraging the publication. One of these Edinburgh, and born in April, 1718. His father held an Sermons had been submitted to Dr Johnson for his opinion, ofice in the excise, and, if we are not in a mistake, he was and after the unfavourable letter had been sent off, the bookat only child. After going through a regular course at the seller received a note from Johnson, in which were the folHigh School of the city, he entered the University. Little lowing words: I have read over Dr Blair's first Sermon is known of his early history. Having attended the lite- with more than approbation; to say it is good, is to say too rary classes, what was customary in those days at the con- little.' The volume was then published, for which the cluson of the curriculum, he took the degree of A. M. Be-author received L.50. Its sale was uncommonly rapid and ing lesigned for the church, he enrolled his name in the extensive. His publishers generously presented him, in a These Sermons were Divnity Hall, and having delivered the requisite discourses short time, with fifty pounds more. with approbation, he was proposed to the presbytery as a of essential advantage to him in another respect. The tracandidate for license to preach. We are not informed how long le continued a preacher, but it seems probable that it gical riots in London in 1780 are well known, in consequence of a bill being introduced into Parliament for the was in 1742 he received a presentation from Mr Johnstone relief of Papists. At that hazardous period, it was thought of Lat risk to the church of Colessie, in the presbytery of proper that Lord Chief Justice Mansfield should be at WindCupar,and synod of Fife. Here he remained only for a sor, to advise his Majesty, as the critical situation of public short time, being translated to be one of the ministers of affairs might require. During that time, he read to the the Canongate of Edinburgh. Queen one of Dr Blair's Sermons, with which she was so "Preious to the building of the North Bridge, which was much delighted. as to settle on the author an annual penbegun in 763, and was the immediate cause of the city of sion of L.200 sterling. He afterwards published a second Edinburgh being extended northwards, the Canongate might volume, for which he received L.200, and again a third, have been alled (as it was before the Union) the court end when the booksellers at once offered L.600 for the copyright. of the tow. The most genteel and respectable families in Hardly any volumes of Sermons have been so successful, not the city inabited it, and, of course, attended the parish only in Great Britain, but throughout Europe and Amechurch. I was here that Mr Blair might be said to make his debut. He very soon attracted notice as a preacher, and his fame quikly spread. The correctness and elegance of his discourse from the pulpit were much admired. The magistrates o Edinburgh speedily gave him a presentation to Lady Yest's Church, and in 1758 he was removed to the collegiate carge of the High Church. A circumstance took place on tis occasion, which deserves to be mentioned, as it showed thopinion of the public respecting the superiority of his tants as a preacher. It is well known, that until of late year, there were only two churches in the city which were sine charges. These were the New Grey Friars, and Lad Yester's. The common practice was, upon a vacancy tang place in any of the collegiate charges, Dr Blair's health had been on the decline for a considerthat the clergymawho had been first inducted to one of able time before his death. Though unable to appear in the the single charges, as immediately preferred. Now it so pulpit, and coufined for months to his bedroom, he retainhappened, that the te Rev. Mr Lundie ought to have beened his faculties to the last; and was preparing another vapromoted, if seniori as an Edinburgh minister were to be lume of Sermons, when he died, 27th December, 1800, in regarded. The popurity and high reputation of Mr Blair, the eighty-third year of his age. This volume has been however, induced thtown-council to make a new prece- since published. dent, and passing oveMr Lundie, they presented him.



Being now considerably advanced in years, he, with the concurrence of the patrons, and at his own desire, was permitted to retire from the exercise of his duty as Professor. He immediately set about revising and preparing for the press those Lectures he had delivered in the College, for the long period of twenty-eight years, with such unbounded applause. This he accomplished, and received for them L.1500 sterling. These Lectures have been long before the public, and are universally admitted to contain the most judicious and best digested system, respecting the different subjects connected with polite literature, which have ever been given to the world.


"About the same ne the University of St Andrews conferred upon him thegree of Doctor of Divinity. He probably solicited this, ith the view of its being a favourable introduction to whhe seems to have early projected, -delivering a course Lectures on Rhetoric and the Belles Lettres. He was pointed Professor of Rhetoric by the patrons, upon the th of June, 1760. At the commencement of the session, accordingly began his labours. "The reading a course oectures on the Belles Lettres, was not altogether a new idin Edinburgh. The celebrated author of the Wealth offations had done so in 1748 and the following years, "er the patronage of Lord Kames. What was Dr Smit, success, seems to have been forgotten; but Dr Blair was tronised by all persons of taste and literature in Edinbu. He entered upon the task with very favourable auspi He was a professor in the University, and his fame as preacher was no slender recommendation. He was genery known also as an ele- important information, embracing, among other subjects, gant scholar, and as one who hadd great attention to the the University Library and Museum, the Botanic Garelements of criticism, and the připles of literary com- den, the Infirmary, the Lying-in Hospital, the Public position. Dispensary, the Royal Medical Society, the Speculative

An Appendix is added, which contains a good deal of

"The Doctor's appearance was much in his favour; his features were remarkably regular, and he was particularly attentive to dress. He had never cultivated oratory as a praetical art, and never could be prevailed upon to be Moderator of the General Assembly, and took no share in the debates of that venerable court. Independently of a very strong provincial accent, his elocution was but indifferent, from a defect in the organs of pronunciation. He was of the most amiable and friendly dispositions, and was ever ready to encourage men of genius. His literary friends always took the opportunity of submitting their works to him, in order to have the benefit of his criticisms. They relied upon his candour, judgment, and taste. In short, he held the very first rank among the literary characters of the present day." P. 12-17.


Society, and General Reid's bequest for the endowment more would have been sold, especially as the name is atof a Professorship of Music.

tractive, and the contents interesting.

There are three little poems, all of which have already appeared in print; but which, for their intrinsic excelThe first is enlence, we wish to transfer to our pages.


A Portrait of John the Baptist; or, an Illustration of his
History and Doctrine. By Henry Belfrage, D.D.
Minister of the Gospel, Falkirk. Edinburgh. William
Oliphant. 1830.


By Thomas Haynes Bayley.

THERE is no tendency more apparent at present, than" The bridal is over, the guests are all gone, a desire to publish religious memoirs founded on the The bride's only sister sits weeping alone; most absurd events, and filled with the most extravagant The wreath of white roses is torn from her brow, and disgusting details. In truth, this species of religious And the heart of the bridemaid is desolate now. hypocrisy becomes every day more and more intolerable. It With smiles and caresses she deck'd the fair bride, is principally exhibited, we are sorry to confess it, amongst And then led her forth with affectionate pride; the female part of the community-and that, too, not ex- She knew that together no more they should dwell, clusively amongst old maiden aunts or dotard grand-dames, Yet she smiled when she kiss'd her, and whisper'd farewell. but even amongst the young, the beautiful, and what we had hitherto deemed the intelligent portion of woman-Nor send her sweet sister in sadness away: "She would not embitter a festival day, We cannot, in fact, make a forenoon's call, with- She hears the bells ringing-she sees her departout the fear of being involved in a lengthened discus- She cannot veil longer the grief of her heart. sion on predestination, justification by faith, or some of



the other Lutheran and Calvinistic points-and with-" She thinks of each pleasure-each pain that endears! out hearing simpering Mademoiselles whine, about what The gentle companion of happier years; they term prevailing heresies, in the most pathetic lan-The wreath of white roses is torn from her brow, guage and most doleful imagery ever engendered by fana-And the heart of the bridemaid is desolate now." tical cant, or sickly sentimentalism. Each little coterie, The next is some lines by Campbell: too, has its peculiar standard of theology; for while some, in the profundity of their ignorance, reprobate the dry morality of Blair, or the turgid declamation of Chalmers, TO EDWARD LYTTON BULWER, ON THE BIRTH OF HIS CHILD. others appeal to the Memoirs of that inestimable specimen By Thomas Campbell. of modern conversionists, Miss Isabella Campbell, as representing Christianity in the most winning and attractive light. We hate quackery in every thing, especially in religion; and we cannot on any occasion tolerate an intermeddling spirit, particularly on Christian polemics. The evil is sufficiently great when confined to private backbiting associations, but it becomes more dangerous when the press is made the instrument for promulgating the most loathsome lucubrations.

We may revert, ere long, to this topic; but in the meantime, we have much pleasure in exempting the work now before us from the general censure. It delineates the character of one whose elevated sanctity, indefatigable zeal, and generous self-denial, are well calculated to interest and improve the heart. We question whether Bishop Horne-a previous writer on the same subjecthas accomplished his task with more taste and feeling than Dr Belfrage. Each divine, indeed, pursues a different mode of illustration; but we think that, without descending to unnecessary minuteness, our author has depicted the Baptist's life and doctrines with greater clearness and precision. His remarks are throughout candid and forcible; his reasoning altogether free from sophistry; and his diction, without being cumbered with ornament, uniformly chaste, and frequently eloquent. In short, considering the subject itself, and the ability with which it is handled, this little volume well deserves public attention, which we have no doubt it will speedily receive.


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"My heart is with you, Bulwer, and pourtrys
The blessings of your first parental days;
To clasp the pledge of purest, holiest faith,
To taste one's own and love-born infant's brath,
I know, nor would for worlds forget the blis;
I've felt that to a father's heart that kiss,
As o'er its little lips you smile and cling,
Has fragrance which Arabia could not brig.
Such are the joys, ill mock'd in ribald son,
In thought, e'en fresh'ning life our lifetise long,
That give our souls on earth a heaven-dawn bloom;
Without them, we are weeds upon a to b.
Joy be to thee, and her whose lot with hine
Propitious stars saw Truth and Passia twine!
Joy be to her who, in your rising nam,
Feels love's bower brighten'd by the bums of Fame!
I lack'd a father's claim to her-but new
Regard for her young years so pure
nd true,
That when she at the altar stood, yar bride,
A sire could scarce have felt more selike pride."

THIS is a good selection of fugitive pieces by the judicious Editor of the "Literary Coronal." Some original poems are also interspersed; but, generally speaking, we cannot bestow upon them very high praise. Neither are we well pleased with the external appearance of the book. In this age of crimson binding and gilt leaves, we should have looked for something more tasteful than light yellow boards on the "Lady's Poetical Album." The price is four shillings and sixpence; had it been increased to five shillings, and the quality of the paper and boarding improved, we venture to say that many hundred copies|


By Miss Sherid

"I do not love thee! no-I do n love thee!
And yet, when thou art abser I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sy above thee,
Whose quiet stars may see the and be glad.

"I do not love thee!-yet, I now not why,
Whate'er thou dost seems sil well done, to me→→→
And often in my solitude, I gh,

That those I do love are r more like thee!

"I do not love thee!-yet when thou art gone,

I hate the sound (thoug those who speak be dear) Which breaks the lingeri, echo of the tone

Thy voice of music legs upon my ear.

"I do not love theet thy speaking eyes,

With their deep. brat, and most expressive blue,
Between me and the idnight heaven arise
Oftener than any es I ever knew.

"I know I do not ve thee!-yet, alas!
Others will scary trust my candid heart;
And oft I catch tm smiling as they pass,
Because they sine gazing where thou art.'

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