THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY. 



of " Pompeii," has lately charmed us with his 

 gends of the Western shore :" nor should we forget 

 the pastoral strain of Willy Browne, though so fa* 

 back as 1600, 



" By Tavy's speedy stream he fed his flock," 

 and thus addressed fair Devon : 



" Hail thou, my native soil ! thou blessed plot, 

 Whose equal all the world afford eth not !" 



Even now we hear the music of several living poeta; 

 and, among them, he who sings of " Local Scenery " 

 in the South Devon Museum. 



The poetry of Carrington has been certainly read by 

 a fair proportion of our more enlightened neighbours^ 

 and most favorably remarked upon by many of the 

 leading Reviews : but it is not yet familiar in our 

 mouths as " household words." It is not so well 

 known as a thousand things of the kind not half so 

 deserving. With this, perhaps, the list of subscriber's 

 names attached to his volumes has something to do : 

 for, it may be admitted as a general case that, where 

 an octavo of poetry has been ushered into the world by 

 subscription, the list of subscriber's names will prove 

 the most interesting portion of the book. Not so, how- 

 ever, with the volumes of Carrington's muse. We may 

 indeed regret the cruel circumstances which compelled 

 the poet to adopt such a means of publication, but we 

 have no less reason to congratulate ourselves on such a 

 splendid addition to our local literature as the " Dart- 

 moor," " Banks of theTamar " and " Native Village." 



G. W. 



THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY. " 



4 THE pleasures of memory ! Ah ! I have heard a 

 great deal said about the pleasures of memory,' said 

 a misanthropic looking creature who appeared to have 

 about as much sensibility as a granite mile-stone, ' but 

 / think the pains of memory are more than enough to 

 eclipse all its pleasures, and to afford materials for a 

 much longer stay. Who that has ever had the tooth- 

 ache for one hour, will ever talk of the pleasures of 



