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we mean the dawning of the Reformation ; might he not have cast " one 

 longing lingering look behind" upon the days ofGower and Chaucer? He 

 might ; but it is of little use to regret the oversight ; and, therefore, let us 

 be contented with what we have. 



Speaking of the condition of women in the time of the Romans, after ob- 

 serving that " their influence in the later times arose entirely from their 

 riches or their personal charms, otherwise considered more as an humble 

 vassal than an equal partner," the author speaks very eloquently in p. 29. 



And now we hope that the author of this work may stand upon his repu- 

 tation, and boldly claim for himself the attention of our readers. With 

 every qualification which learning and reading can bestow, the writer of 

 this Treatise is eminently happy in the possession of a warm fancy, and a 

 fervid love for all that is poetic and imaginative. 



POEMS. BY MRS. G. G. RICHARDSON. CROFTS. LONDON, 1834. 



It is a hard matter for a critic to speak his mind " when a lady's in the 

 case." With Mrs. Richardson, however, there is little difficulty ; she 

 appears to be a lady possessing more than average talent, and we should 

 imagine one that could enjoy a pleasant joke, or a clash of merriment not 

 that her poems are altogether of the mirthful class; some, indeed, are 

 plaintive and pathetic, but the former are most to our taste. A pretty 

 song, however, of the melancholy class, we very readily extract : 



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THE FALLEN CHAPLET. 



She sat apart the circling throng 

 Were waiting for her thrilling song ; 

 Long did she prelude, long and low, 

 Before her sweet voice utterance found ; 

 Arid then the very soul of woe 



Was in the sound. 



Her lips were pale, but either cheek 

 Flush'd ever, with too bright a streak ! 

 Fair was her brow, with roses crown'd ; 

 And as she trembled with the swell 

 Of that sad song, upon the ground 

 Her chaplet fell : 



He caught it up, whose ear and eye 

 Seem'd worshipping her melody ; 

 He press'd it fondly to his breast; 

 She saw the action 'twas too late, 

 One earlier word had made her blest 

 It was her fate. 



Too long deceived, too sorely tried, 

 Oh ! was it love, or grief, or pride ? 

 But the fall'n chaplet ne'er again 

 Shall wreath her brows ; for wildly gush'd 

 From heart and harp one farewell strain, 

 And both were hush'd ! 



ON DENTITION AND SOME COINCIDENT DISORDERS. BY JOHN 

 ASHBURNER, M.D. LoNGMAM, 1834. 



EVERY body knows we make but little pretence to medical or surgical 

 knowledge, We are not of the faculty we never took a fee in our lives. 

 We certainly have some cases of monomania come before us, of persons 



