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such a book as this. And with the " cookery " recipes we have not troubled 

 ourselves : for two reasons first, because it would be too tedious to make 

 proof, by actual experiment, of their quality ; and next, because nothing can 

 be more simple or easy, from the vast number of cookery books already in 

 print, than for any person to extract a sufficient number of unobjectionable 

 ones. But a new book, which depends upon competition, fortunately (and 

 fairly) for publications which have already acquired standing, becomes subjected 

 to this test either it has some novelty some original matter contained in its 

 Instructions, or it has not. Now, if there is any novelty in the book before us, the 

 extracts which we have already given may seem to shew of what character, or 

 value, that novelty is likely to be. If there be no novelty in it nothing more than 

 has appeared in other works then, upon what merit as a mere compilation 

 (disfigured with a great deal of nonsense) is it presented to the public ? Our 

 opinion is, that the book good or bad has not been written by a female. 



SONG OF A SEA-FAIRY TO A LAND-FAIRY. 



COME unto our coral caves, 



Where winds ne'er blow, 

 But the smoothly-stealing waves 



Like soft songs flow ! 

 We have many a pearly shell, 

 Where you may enhoused dwell 



Safe as in the perfumed chamber 

 Of the lily or red rose, 

 And be fair and sweet as those : 



We have paths, too, paved with amber, 

 And your tiny feet may tread 

 On golden sands unto your bed, 



Or on thickly-sprinkled pearls, 



White as are the teeth of girls 

 In their tender virginhed. 

 We have grots of shining spar, 

 Light as lit with moon and star, 

 Vast of arch and high of dome, 

 Where the Triton-people come 

 To disport them, in still seas, 

 With such pastimes as most please 

 Creatures made for happy ease. 



Come by this they have begun ; 

 For the wan, way-wearied sun, 

 Turns the beauty of his smile 

 From the green hem of your isle ! 

 Faster than his smile doth fade 

 Comes black Night, with cloud and shade, 

 To dusk the western world, whilst he 

 Upon the silent, shining sea, 

 Wafted in the sea-horsed car 



Of the great Jove of the deep 

 (Sedge-haired Neptune), still doth run, 



With swift wheels, along the steep 

 Declining waters, to the far 

 Unseen chamber of his rest, 

 In the day-delighting east 

 There to pause, until the call 

 Of Hesper, coming from the hall 



