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whole is a recollection rather than a contemplated study. It was written, we are 

 told, on a suggestion arising from a picture in v< Cole's History and Antiquities of 

 Filey." It is therefore a poem of memory, and is, perhaps, the brightest from the 

 awakening remembrances by which it was brought, like a fresh image of the 

 morning, back upon the mind. To those who love the sea-coast, and have often 

 frequented it with an eye habitually conversant with the bold imagery, animate 

 and inanimate, which it is perpetually presenting and varying, the following 

 stanzas will afford sketches, not nice and finished indeed, but strikingly true. 

 The flight of innumerable sea-gulls, and the dash of the lofty feathery spray, with 

 its daring comparison to forest trees, are at once seen and heard in these lines: 



" The gulls, with wing of downy white 

 Flapping the water in their flight, 



A thousand link'd in one, 

 Far out at sea disport their flock ; 

 Nor can the hermit of the rock 

 Silence a scream that mocks his noisy gun. 



" Hark, the wind howls ! the booming deep 

 Comes rolling with tremendous sweep 



Against the beetling rocks : 

 The tide, still rising every hour, 

 Augments the grandeur of its power ; 

 Yet the mole stirs not it survives the shocks. 



" Amidst the elemental jar 

 Bright shapes are mingling, fierce for war, 



And toss on high their plumes. 

 Like forest trees, they bend and clash 

 They rise they sink again they flash 

 Their glittering spray, that all the crag illumes. 



" A cobble, with its leaning sail, 

 Has hove in sight, driven by the gale ; 



Another others more ; 

 All laden heavily, and each 

 Is pressing homeward, on the beach 

 To meet with friends who buy their fishy store. 



" A throng and busy scene ensues ; 

 Their wives are mingled with the crews, 

 And children lend a hand 

 To hurl the vessel from the tide, 

 To hoist the baskets o'er its side, 

 And spread the nets to dry upon the strand. 



" These duties done, the men repair, 

 Each with his family, to share 



Rest and refreshing food. 

 The mercies of the stormy night 

 Are then narrated, and excite 

 Their souls anew to faith and gratitude." 



Henry, or the Juvenile Traveller. By the Wife of a British Officer resi- 

 dent in Canada. Simpkin, Marshall, and Co. 



A BOOK of travels from Portsmouth to Montreal, in America, written to suit the 

 capacities of young people. The idea is excellent, and the work is executed in a 

 manner well worthy of so good a design. 



