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But not the clouds, the meteor, or the Down where the beech that overhangs the

Aower, More swiftly' Aleet than youth's exulting Flas oft secured us from the solar beam, hour.

There in that spot to-morrow will I stay At p.58, there are two unskilful From noon 'till evening closes in the day'; imitations of Pope: the one, of a pas

Oh! if thou e'er hast loved, or lovest me

now, sage in his “Elegy on an unfortunate Grant my request, and to that spot come Young Lady," and the other of his

thou; well known lines expressive of filial Oh come, dispel my doubts, relieve my piety in the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. pain,

We do not think that the second Oh come, and prove I have not sigh’d in part of this poem is so well executed vain ! as the first. "We will give, however, Thy love thi us known, with patience will I the author's concluding narration, in

wait which his theory is comprehensively for some kind turn of now unfavoring fate, exemplified, and in which the reader And live on hope till, moved by faith like will find one line most ungracefully Thy sire relenting joins my hand to thine : dragging " its slow lengih along." But, if thou comest not, from my native The gentle Henry, fond and faithful shore youth,

I swiftly haste and ne'er shall see thee For ANNA sigh'd with tenderness and truth. A mind with science stored, a heart sincere, No winds shall e'er rewaft me o'er the wave, A hayd for toil, for misery a tear,

Resolved in distant climes to seek an early Was all he had : his native woods among

grave.” He wou'd the Muse that gives the rural

The morrow' came; opprest with doubt SUNS;

and care, Nor wco'd in vain ; with many a tender tale. From morn till evening Henry waited Or lively verse he chari'd his na:ive vale.

there; While lovely Anna heard and praised his To pass the time he strove in artless lays

lay, His heart was happy and his songs were

To sing in HOPE's, 10 sing in MEMORY'S

praise. gay ;

At length, the western hills obscured the But when her sire their rising loves forbad, Then sunk his heart and all his songs were And the high, tree-tops caught his latest

day, sad. With her no more along the v:le he stray'd, When, is he sai dejected and alone,

ray, Or crost the hills, or sat beneath the shade, Along the path with faded leaves bestrown But all alone, thronghout the cheerless day, He heard a tuotstep: high his bosum beat He pensive sigh'd the tedious houis away; As wild he started from his mossy, seat : And oft at midnight, when the storm was 'Twas she !-'twaANNA!-thro' the path loud,

he fiew, Anu black the skies with many a mantling And roun't her neck his arms enrapturd cloud,

threw; O'er the bleak hills with lonely step: he “ Enough," he cried, “I feel most perfect And told his sorrows to the driving blast.

Ah! wliat is MEMORY, what is hope to So past the time. At length, a friend this? convey'd

That bids me think of when we sigh'd in This tender billet to the lovely maid.

in vain, " Auna, thon know'st my hcart, nor weed This says, you'll part, but part to mcet niy tongue

again. Declare how much I've loved hee and how Ceas, NCHORY, cease, I will not turn mine long;

eyes My boast is this, a sad, a lingering year To see your scene in dis-ant prospect rise; Ilas tried my faith, and proved that faith Some may be giy, but many a Csukering sincere.

care, No other love my constant heart has known, And many a sigh, and many a, tear are It bea's, my ANSA,--beats for thee alone. there! Such is thy HENRY--doubly blest if thine. Cease, Hope, nor call the future hours along, Thy heart-has bear in unison with mine; I will not hearken to thy syren song, This would I try.-Within our favorite Bright is the prospect, civerfol is the scene, grove

But doubt, despair, and death may interWhere oft I trembling told my tales of love, vene!

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Then MEMORY cease, and cease enchantress this its brevity precludes it: and in bright,

the most legitimate form of that mode Your airy visions yield not now delight; In calmer hours your humble charms might recurring rimes too frequently forces

of composition, the necessity of oftplease, But what are humble charms in hours like

an author upon bad or foolish ones. THESE?

Single images are dilated into insipiHere, at this moment, would 1 take my confusion : if one idea be diffused

dity, or several are condensed into stand, My ANNA 's here, I press her yielding hand; through fourteen lines, what can be On this fond breast, hier maideri coyness (ied, expected but weariness; if several be In gentle confidence she rests her head; compressed into the same space, it is She owns her love! the sound my bosom seldom that any are distinci. To be

pretly, must be the highest ambition Sweet sound, for ever vibrate in my ears ! My Anna's her throw me at her feet.- fourteen lines: but that wbich is

of a poem which begins and ends in SHE'S HERE—can NEMORY boast of aught merely pretty soon tires with repeti

so sweet? She's here~nay, tell me not of sors IN Miss Johnson quotes the line as the

tion, Boileau, indeed, has said, and E'EN NOW SHE'S HERE-I hope, I wish no epigraph of her volume, that “a more;

faultless sonriet is worth a long poem;" I ask no FUTURE, I regret no PAST, . but by tlijs lie surely.ineant to insinuFOR EVER MAY THE PRESENT MOMENT ale that the thing was to be estimated LAST !"

in proportion to its impossibility, as we From these estracts the reader will should certainly value a breathing probably concur in opinion with us, statue beyond a living man. But, it that Mr. Verral possesses judgment, the taste of Boileau would actually fancy, and an easy versification. The have preferred wbatever he considered poem is unequal, but it bas sonie as a " fauluess sonnet" to a long poem, good paits.: and we hope it will find the Eneid, for example, we can only that encouragement which may in- say, what has been said a hundred duce it autior to complete bis ori- times already, De Gustibus not est ginal design, which is not done in the disputandum. present volume We will add, in Before we proceed to consider the concltision, that it is neatly printed, poetical contents of Miss Johnson's and ornamented with two pleasing volume, we must pay a just tribute engravings.

to her knowledge of human nature,

whicli she so deeply displays in her ORIGINAL SONNETS:

preface. We all love praise : and we

and other all love the ascription of qualities to Poems. By MARY F. Johnson. ourselves, which tend to produce an I vol. 8vo. 1610. pp. 100. amiable character. But this love of

Fth .t praise which is extorted, by praise, and this love of implied virtue of rurkiud be most valuable, then when the incense is offered by a temay iss Jolinson set some store by male hand. The wisest and tlie bräthe commendation which we feel our- rest of mankind, the philosopher acd selves justified in besiowing on her the liero, bare yielded iv the potency volume. This intimation we deem of adulation when flowing from the necessary, because an English sonner lips of woman : and wist then can is a thing which we never did, and be the armour of a critic which he most probably never shall, contem- can oppose to such an alack? We plate with the anticipation of plea- ask this question with great sincerity, Sure: if it come, it comes unexpected, and leave the solution of it to Miss and such unexpected gratification, in- John on herself, who has passed such elped. we have occasionally had in pe- eulogiums on ile candour, equity, and rusing the pages now under considle abiliy of reviewers, as inust surdly Yell)

disarm them of thai ferociry which is seldom that a sonnet excites they are ativwed to posos. much sensation in the mind: froni After chis preface, which is writica


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with a degree of ingenuousness and the one ending with a trochee and the
spirit which does credit to the feelings other with an amphibrach, instead of
of the writer, follows an “Advertise- terminating, as they should have done,
ment," from which we learn that with an lambic foot, which is essen-
Miss Jobnson understands what a son- tial to the dignity of serious rimes.
net should be when regularly com- Miss Johnson divides a part of her
posed. But, let us now turn to what volume into what she denominates
she has done.

“ Personification :", but we fear she The following sopnet breathes a

has not a very accurate idea of the strain of tender and plaintive mora- usual employment of this figure. We lity:

will quote the first : “ TO-MORROW.

« Poesy. Now high reflected radiance richly warms When Love releas'd thy erst unfetter'd The blue horison with vermilion streaks,

tongue, And of To-morrow's renovated charms, Thou mover of the passions! thy sweet Propitiously the ev'ning glory speaks.

But why, oh Hope! will thy confiding The tender god to soft expression strung,

And tun'd to Feeling's voice the vocal
To-morrow's pledge so credulously trust? wire.
Deceitful as to-day will she depart, Still to those tones the faithful string re-

Like her to ev'ry previous vaunt unjust. sponds,
Yet Hope's enchantment robes the distant

And speaks not to the heart but in that
Fair seems To-morrow in perspective for Nature, by indissoluble bonds,

United Feeling and true Poesy.
False will she be, as former days have been, Where Feeling is not, by no seudied lore
But though the dream deceive, its bliss An uab.est bard awakes a touching
is true :

strain :
And still shall expectation fondly say, His heave measures drag, or feebly soar;
To-morrow will be better than 10-day.” The breast bey move not, though they

reach the brain. As a contrast to the above, the

Exalted, genuine Pocsy! thy chart reader will be pleased with the ensu- Shows from the head the passage to the ing one :

beart.” “SKETCH OF AN OUTLAW. If our fair authoress replies that These nolding battlements the dusk em- this is personification, because it asbrowns,

cribes to abstract ideas the qualities And that huge fractur'd and impending and actions of sensible objects, we

will not deny her assertion, for cerThrough the dark veil of night more sternly tainly it is one branch of the prosopofrowns,

peia: but, we must ask, in relora, And seems to shake, as waves its mani

why she has not distinguished inany of ling grasi. View from that hollow oak of giant bulk, tion which have an equal right to it?

her other sonnets by the same appellaStay'd by the yawning wall, its branches

For instance, that at p. 25, might be pro, In muffing garb the meager outlaw skulk, so termed, where the Day" is pic

Irre-olutely Ry, look round and stop. tured as "dancing in beamy vest,'
Ile gazes, stårts, and listens-all is still, and the “ Night wrapping å weary
Ali but thic biceze that waves his maited world in silent rest,” &c. Now all

this is as much personitication as that Then wildly speeds where purls the shal, which she exclusively denominates

such, In fact, there are three modes Drinks, a d'explores the serip one friend of using this figure. The first and the

left there; And hxir:g on the full ori'd moon his sight, qualities of action and sensation to in

lowest consists in attributing certain Recomes a statue in her pensive light."

animate objects: as the "wind roars, In the sonnet, at p. 14, the two the storm threatens," &c. : but this concluding lines have a quaint and scarcely deserves to be mentioned, as lingraceful effect, in consequence of it does not rise beyond the common


low riil,

level of conversation. The next use Its arching sward, compos'd of kindred of this figure is when we introduce mould inanimate objects as having life and

The brown, loose joints which shrinking motion; and this, though not reckon.

tendons hold ed the loftiest, by rhetoricians, is the Shock not the dead! yet these thg horrors

swell, most popular and perhaps the most

Appal the timid, and arrest the bold !" interesting use of it. Such is Collins' personification of “ Fear,” and that sublime one of “ Danger."

But, though this is strictly personi

Poetry, fication, yet it has no more claim to indeed, is full of this sort of allegory: being exclusively classed as such than and Miss Johnson, herself, has per- the - Infant Spring," at p. 12, and fectly exemplified it in the following others, which Miss' Johnson simply excellent lines :

denominates sonnets; and it was “ IRONY.

from observing this defective classifiHiding his quiver in a flowery coil- cation wbich led us to think that our Demure, with lip just curv’d, and flash- authoress had no very distinct notion ing eye

in her own mind of the precise limits Wrapped in a cloak, the vulgar guess to of the prosopopeia. If what we have foil

written therefore shall tend to rectify Behold the subtile archer, Irony ! Parthian like, most, wlien he reigns to fly shall be pleased with the success of

her opinions upon this subject, ve From all engagement in the w.gry broil, Will, with reveried aim, his arrous ply,

our endeavours. And, slily, his antagonist despoil.

From the “other poems," which Hark! he harangues the mute, surrounding are appended to the volume, we setribe !

lect the following pleasing and partly What smooth applause his specivus sportive effusion :

tongue conveys : But sense and conscious shame detect the

“ TO A BLUSH. gibe, Which lurks to wound the heart in un- Officious tell-tale of F.motion, why, due praise.

Why comest thou with glowing hues, While Vanity, exulting, looks around, The feelings of the heart to paint? And loses all the meaning in the sound.” And when thy transient roses fait,

Say, why th'observaat eye renews Of the third degree of this figure Upon the cheek their rich vermilion dye? which approaches to apostrophe, and is often confounded with it, as it con- Thou, ready limner of the mind, rereal sists in addressing inanimate objects,

Fiom wlience thy vivid colours rise : as if they could listen to us or partici

Does Modesty o: Shame bestow,

More frequentiy, thy ruddy glow pate in our feelings, Miss Johnson

Cr Consciousness, or quick Surprise? also affords us some examples, from Or say, dost thou from each thị crimson which we select the following:

steal ? « DEATH.

Yet spring'st thou not from these, and these Thou Death' eternal sleep! the great man's

alone? grief!

One passion to thy pencil lends The low one's hope! th' inevitable end! A constant, yer a varying flush; The close of light and life! th' unsated One passion still, ingenuous blush! Thief,

Thy mantling, kindling warmth extends In whom all things in dissolution blend ! O'er the pale cheek, lo thee before unFrom thee I shrink not, world-subduing

known, chief: Nor from ihy certain shaft; this breast Yet, ready Blush! 'whatever source de defend!

thine, Here take :hy aim! and be thy threat’ning

Save those of consciousGuilt and Shame brief,

And save, perchance, among the rest, Thou canst not hurt, but while thy strokes

That one perturber of the breas, impend

That passion with a tender manie, Thy black parade —thy heart-depressing Sybul of Feeling, be thou ever mine!"

kueil Slie deep, cold silence of thy narrow cell To the sly exception in the last

stanza we do not attach much credit. add but to express our regret that Miss Johnson must forgive us for dis- Miss J. has trammelled her fancy and pating her assertion; but really, when her judgment within the forbidding : lady renounces love, we always sus- and repulsive limits of a sonnet. rect her sincerity.

In this age, when eight syllable ines are accounted the highest exer- The County ANNUAL REGISTER, ion of poesy, the reader may be leased to see how a female manages

for the Year 1809; containing

Public and Private Annals of the to difficult and various a measure :

English Provinces, arranged under “ Love of Life.

the Names of the Counties to which

they respectively belong, and divided Whence is it man desires to live,

into six general Departments, viz. When dead to all that life can give ?

1, Public Business, 2, Civil and Who can the subtle fetters trace,

Criminal Jurisprudence. 3, ChroWhich bind him to this point of space, nicle. 4, Political Economy. ;3, When all the world, become a void,

Miscellanies. 6, Biography. Also, s mast belar'd, and least enjoy'd ?

the Principality of Wales, Scotland,

Ireland, and the Colonies. I vol. Say, why the cup he fondly drains,

1810. When not one sweet'ning drop remains ? Ind values more the vapid draught, Than when, in other times, he quaff'd T is with pleasure that we introl'he bev'rage from the goblet's edge,

duce this work to the knowledge When Youth and Love return’d his of our readers, as a useful, interesting, pledge;

and valuable record of transactions When Pleasure Appetite entic'd,

and events which the silent tide of Ind Hope the cordial polion spic'd ;' When Expectation, skill'd to please,

time would have swept away from Ver Disappointment's bitter lees

the memory of man. As a register till rais'd bright bubbles to the brink,

to be referred to, it will always retain till made liim, undisgusted, drink; its importance; and, as a library book, Though, when he drank, the taste of gall every one will be convinced of its use Vouid on his eager palate pall ?

who but slightly inspects it. Though

novelty cannot be the leading feature Then ev'ry plant that round him grew, of such a work, yet it is not altogetber o bind to life some tendril threw; excluded, as communications are soind each unblunted sense assisted,

licited, in the preface, upon various o fix the cord the Passions twisted.

topics connected with the object of ach in her sphere for Pleasure wrought, ler quoia to Enjoyment brought :

the publication. Its great merit must

therefore consist in the selection and et feit he their united skill ould not his comprehension 611 ;.

arrangement of the materials, rendernd deem the wbole a poor affair,

ing them as valuable and copious as lot worth a wise man's serious care ; possible, and giving them all necessary While long'd his soul to burst her tics, perspicuity. This, we think, has been did seeks fruition in the skies.

considerably obtained already, and

will, no doubt, be inore so in the Now, when no more the senses find

progress of the work.

A great quanrovision for the emptied mind;

tity of information is certainly brought l'hen nothing good is found in angle; together. Vhem into dolage stagnates ihouyht; Vhy, when the relish thus ha; ceas'd,

We do not know that we can conthe strong thirst of life increas'd, Why, when he faculties have fiei,

vey a better notion of the merits of ally they all in this one had,

this Register, than by extracting the 'he douing, impotent endeavour

account of a single county, the areebly to vegetale for ever?"

rangement being the same in each.

We cannet answer for selecting the With this our extracts must con- best, being necessarily influenced by lude; and we have nothing more to brevity:-

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