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Aye, love ! — that love which is conipcll'd to die. 

 When after it has long been treasur'd right, 

 And told to fill and occupy the heart. 



Then most abruptly bid depart. 



'Tis not that selfish love which man 



Can cherish in his heart, and fan 



To very madness — and remove at pleasure ; 



Oh, no ! I mean that unmatched treasure 



Sad adversity alone can prove 



The value of 'tis woman's love. 



An ever constant, pure, and steady flame. 

 Most sweetly bright. Yet ever bright the same ; 

 A passion, man's ungovernable will. 

 Alone, hath power to check, or chill : 

 And then, indeed, day after day. 

 By slow degrees 'twill fade away. 

 Until its strength and freshness will decrease. 

 And with its hope, its bloom and life will cease. 



And oft and often sighing through a tear, 

 Confess the sweet remembrance doubly dear ; 

 But not the recollection that will hold 

 Its empire in the heart when all is cold. 



B. T. 



MR. martin's picture OF THE DELUGE. 



Many painters of celebrity have exerted their talents to the utmost, 

 and displayed all their professional skill in attempting to delineate this 

 terrifically sublime occurrence. The picture by Annibal Carrachi con- 

 tains several passages of great power of feeling, but the general concep- 

 tion falls so far beneath the subject, that his work appears to be a repre- 

 sentation of an inundation, unaccompanied by the terrors of tempest and 

 universal horror. His work contains some absurdities of so striking a 

 character as to destroy the effect, and excite in the mind of the spectator 

 feelings of derision. Nicolo Poussin has confined his representation of 

 it more to the portraying of the mental effects on the miserable people 

 than to the war of elements. West selected the time when the waters 

 were subsiding and the dove was first sent from the ark, and made his 

 picture speak to the feelings by the introduction of a few simple and 

 striking objects, adopted with taste and disposed with judgment. 



Martin, with becoming confidence in his own extraordinary powers, 

 has boldly chosen a moment in the dread catastrophe when the whole 

 fabric of the world seems shtiken to its deepest foundations ; when all the 

 laws of nature seem bursting into confusion ; and the dwellers on earth 

 assembled on their last retreat, and there pursued with irresistible fury 

 by the tempest of the Eternal's wrath. 



No man has ever ' dared aspire thus high ' in this department of art. 

 The picture is beyond all petty criticism. The spectator of real taste 

 and comprehensive judgment will consider the mighty conception. The 

 connoisseur, possessed of these qualifications, will add his praise of the 



