112 CRITICAL NOTICES OF NEW PUBLICATIONS. 



Fitzgreene Halleck, another American, in his noble poem To a rose 

 brought frcnn Kirk-Alloway, speaking of the effect of walking over 

 the land of Bums, says — 



" All ask the cottage of his birth. 



Gaze on the scenes he loved and sung, 



And gather feelings not of earth 

 His fields and streams among." 



And, lastly, we have the testimony, perhaps the best of all, of 

 Wordsworth, in his sonnet entitled " Mossgiel:" — 



** * There,* said a stripling, pointing with meet pride 

 Towards a low roof witn green trees half concealed, 

 * Is Mossgiel farm, and that 's the very field 

 Where Burns ploughed up the daisy.' Far and wide 

 A plain below stretched sea-ward, while, descried 

 Above sea-clouds, the peaks of Arran rose ; 

 And by that simple notice the repose 

 Of earth, sky, sea, and air, was vivified. 

 Beneath the random Held of clod or stone 

 Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower, 

 Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour 

 Have passed away, less happy than the one 

 That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove 

 The tender charm of poetry and love." 



We have indulged in this digression because we deem this power 

 claimed for our poets at least as valuable as any of those by which 

 Pope undertook to prove that a poet was, 



" Although no soldier, useful to the state." 



INIiss Twamley has woven into her graceful lays many pleasing 

 apologues and instructive fables, such as that of ^' The Flower and 

 the Fairy,'' at page 113; reminding us of some of the delightful 

 conceptions of the German writers, of which a good example may 

 be found in that translated from the Parahehi of Krummacher 

 which appeared in Blackwood's Magazine several years ago : — 



" The angel of the flowers one day 



Beneath a rose tree sleeping lay ; 



That spirit to whose charge is given 



To bathe young buds in dews from heaven. 



Awaking from his light repose, 



The angel whisperea to the rose : — 



' O ! fondest object of my care, 

 Still fairest found where all are fair. 

 For the sweet shade thou 'st given to me 

 Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee.' 

 ' Then,' said the rose, with deepened glow, 

 ' On me another grace bestow.' 

 The spirit paused, in silent thought 

 What grace was there that flower had not : 



