MONTHLY REVIEW OF LITERATURE. 687 



The manner of expression which the author has adopted is entirely after the 



French school, wherein egotism is often taken for talent, and modesty is by no 



means a quality either sought after or desired. The translator has adhered lite- 



The writer of the words, whoever he may be, has concealed his name. The 



following is a fair specimen of the poetry,.,^ ^7^0 nofcib3 f>noos3 A ' 



Sweetest of waters v, TO g nsprJAW ai8 HO a 



Round which my childhood strayed, 

 Deeming life's freshness, 



Like thine, would nevor fade. 

 But manhood spreads before me, 

 Life romance closes o'er me, 

 And hope's bright sunny light 

 Is sinking from my sight. 



Sweetest of echos 



My childhood loved to wake, 



Dreaming that thou wert 

 'k> lB*i9fi90 bits LniThe naid of the lake. 

 bohaq 'anitediari^ more when evenin S closes, , ^ n ' n 



Heaven's western bow'rs of rosef n j ^ y^iii ilei! S a lo 



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fljfiq B ar gtnT- <,9ifT>jL>f frxnoJT ya T59JID9 t 89DnBcaoi DHB eiavon laai^no 

 -aodfi t 889foduo& <lliw bins lO&bb&Hau ahaifrhf siufcmril L; 



f IV iiP "i-Hrr rifled; ".RftJiiffW a*mriiT<viiv i 



Rondino for the Piano Forte, from the Cavatina in Zelmira Cara, deh attendimi, by 



Czerny. 



Rondoletto agevole e brilliante, for the Piano Forte, by Ch. Chaulieu. London. Pub- 

 lisfted by T. Welch, at the Royal Harmonic Institution, 246, Regent Street. 



The names of Chaulieu and particularly of Czerny, are so well known to 

 almost all piano forte players, that it would be nearly needless in us to say 

 much in praise of either of the above pieces. They are by no means difficult 

 for the generality of performers of the present day, and yet they possess all the 

 characteristic merits for which either of the above composers haye become cele- 

 brated. We can safely recommend them. *** * 



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The Lost Cavalier. Composed by CHARLES HODGSON. 

 Lilian May ; the Words and Melody by W. BALL ; the Symphonies and Accom- 



paniments byJ. MOSCHELES. London. Published by J. Duff and Co., Oxford 



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" The Lost Cavalier," is an effective melody, well adapted to the words, and 

 correctly accentuated. We think it both deserving and likely to become a 

 favourite with the public. 



" Lilian May," is an exceedingly pleasing air, and is set off by the symphonies 

 and accompaniments of Mr. Moscheles, in the most attractive manner. The 

 poetry, though it does not possess the deep interest of " Allan Water," reminds 

 us thereof, in the pleasing symplicity of the story which it contains. We shall 

 therefore, give it to our readers. 



i, 

 With her eye of bonny blue, 



And her lip like op nmg rose, 



Giving odours to the dew. ? ffa no g9gbl9X9 



Why comes she not to greet me, ., bllrfj ^ 



Upon my homeward way. 



T Wh ?, r ! 1S Llhan May> ' *i ^odB sift moil 



I see the well- known spire ^ ^^ 



That crowns her peaceful bower ; 

 Why hear I not the swelling peals, 



