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trate an important truth, generally overlooked in politics ; namely, that 

 the want of private virtues must ever sully public reputation : 



" Mr. Fox, afterwards Lord Holland, was paymaster of the forces in 

 1790 ; he had ever been a staunch friend and supporter of Sir Robert 

 Walpole, and was strongly attached to the Duke of Cumberland : he 

 once contended with Mr. Pitt himself for superiority, and, by a series of 

 political manoeuvres, obtained a short-lived triumph ; for he was ap- 

 pointed secretary of state under the Duke of Newcastle in 1755 ; but 

 after holding the office for one year, he was obliged to retire, having failed 

 in a coalition, which he proposed to his haughty rival, by whom it was dis- 

 dainfully rejected. He seems to have solicited his present employment 

 with a submission bordering on servility, professing that he would not 

 offend in thought, word, or deed ; but his reckless profusion rendered the 

 acquisition of office so desirable to him, on account of its perquisites, 

 that he could never lay claim to the honorable title of a patriot. ' Both 

 Newcastle and Pitt/ says Horace Walpole, ' acted wisely in permitting 

 him to enjoy his place, for he was tied up from giving them any trouble ; 

 and whilst serving for interest under Pitt, how much did he exalt the 

 latter ! ' He was, nevertheless, a man of penetrating genius and of great 

 activity in business : his speeches, though deficient in that charm of elo- 

 quence which distinguished those of Pitt, were full of information, method, 

 and good sense ; whilst his efforts were generally directed to carry the 

 question, not to exalt his own reputation/' p. 7. 



Poems; with Illustrations. By LOUISA ANN TWAMLEY. 



Charles Tilt, London. 1835. 8vo. 



Miss Twamley comes before us in the double character of a poetess and 

 an artiste ; and, aided by the twin-sisters of music and painting, she has 

 produced a very delightful volume. She has nothing to fear from our 

 critical examination: gracefulness, beauty, and purity we ever welcome ; 

 and we welcome them still more cordially when they come before us 

 united with feminine genius. This they do in the present book. ** The 

 Cross of Gold," and " Dames of Olden Times," are gems. 

 We copy a portion of the Sonnet to Kenilworth : 

 " Calm was that evening beautiful and bright 

 As though the Spring had lulled the storms to rest, 

 Lest their rude breath should chill the violet's breast, 

 When first I gazed upon thy princely height, 

 Proud Kenilworth ! and roamed 'mid ruined tower, 

 And mouldering arch, and lonely banquet-hall, 

 That oft had echoed the melodious fall 

 Of music's festive strains. The wild wall-flower 



Is blooming o'er thee now and ivy grows 

 Where tapestry once waved, in queenly bower : 

 And daws scream harshly, where, 'mid courtly throng, 



And chivalry, and love, gay converse rose : 

 But yet the wizard hand of ruthless time, 

 Though it hath changed, hath made thee more sublime." 

 The fair authoress is, we understand, young ; let her persevere. The 

 cultivation of poetic power is often neglected when a single wreath of 

 fame has been obtained ; and many writers of glorious promise never 

 rise beyond their spring-time beauty. We hope Miss Twamley will take 

 the " better part," and we assure her that she will never have cause for 

 regret. 



