NORTHCOTE. 207 



There is an hour when from the view 



The beauteous landscape fades away, 

 And heaven's extended arch of blue . 



Is curtained o'er with clouds of grey. 



At this still hour I love to rove 



Along the beach, or climb the hill ; 

 To wander through the silent grove 



Or' sit beside the gurgling rill. 



For then the voice of love is heard 



In every gently whisp'ring breeze ; 

 Tis chanted forth by every bird 



That sings among the forest trees. 



And then bright thoughts of days gone by 



Bring pleasure to the drooping heart ; 

 Or though a tear should dim the eye 



I would not bid those thoughts depart. 



Then still I'll love the evening hour, 



Still may its soothing joys be mine; 

 The bustling noon has no such power 



To make sweet friendship's tendrils twine. 



F. N. E, 

 Plymouth. 



NORTHCOTE. 



THE second series of Northcote's Fables has just 

 been published in an elegant octavo volume, illustrated 

 by two hundred and eighty engravings on wood, which 

 may be truly pronounced the best which have ever yet 

 appeared ; as this celebrated artist was a " Western 

 Worthy " we are sure that the following extracts from 

 his " Life," written by Samuel Rogers, Esq., and pre- 

 fixed to the fables, will interest our readers. 



This eminent artist and highly talented man was 

 born in the parish of St. Andrew's, Plymouth, on the 

 22d of October, 1746; his father who was a watch- 

 maker, was descended from a younger branch of an 

 ancient family in Devonshire, of great respectability, 

 which has given, at different periods, several high 



