1828.] 
over, have no idea how the world was formed, 
and hold drugs in abhorrence. Truly, very 
ignorant animals! The writer’s superiority, 
in these matters, nobody will think of con- 
testing. He took a likeness of a male and 
female Kizaan. “ The blue-faced lady, on 
my examining the manner in which her 
face was tattooed, hung down her head— 
would, no doubt, have blushed, had her 
Swarthy visage permitted it—and said, very 
coyly, that she was “‘ so much ashamed.” 
Sonnets by David Lester Ftichardson ; 
1828.—These are some of them very beau- 
tiful effusions—proceeding from feelings, 
which shrink from the tumults of life, and 
Sigh for the solitudes of nature, and sympa- 
thise solely with quietness and peace— 
whose fondest enjoyments consist in contem- 
plating the glories of the setting sun, and 
communing with the shades of evening— 
tolerating no sounds beyond the tones of the 
nightingale, the bubbling of the brook, the 
warblings of a village maid, or rather their 
distant echo—and soliciting the softer 
Scenes, which speak, or remind, of the inno- 
cence of childhood, the whispers of early 
ove, and the imperturbedness of unsullied 
tonscience. The whole are set too much to 
the same tune, but that is a very sweet one, 
though perhaps too plaintive. 
4 SUN-SET. 
The summer sun had set—the blue mist sailed 
Alorig the twilight lake—no sounds arose, 
Save such as hallow nature's sweet repose; 
And charm the ear of Peace. Young Zephyr 
hailed 
The trembling Echo; o’er the lonely grove 
The night’s melodious bard, sweet Philomel, 
er plaintive music breathed—the soft notes fell 
ike the low-whisper’d vows of timid love! 
T paused in adoration, and such dreams 
As haudt the pensive soul—intensely fraught 
th sacred incommunicable thougtt, 
And silent bliss profound—with fitful gleams, 
Caught from the memory of departed years, 
Flashed on my mind, and woke lucurious tears. 
This would be unexceptionably beautiful 
were it not for Philomel and his music, 
which is neither soft nor plaintive, save only 
inthe poet’s imagination. Nor is it every 
eu who would think the personification of 
Gepys and Echo quite in its place. 
Poems by Eliza Rennie ; 1828.—The 
‘collection consists of forty or fifty small oc- 
pieces, almost, without exception, 
gloomy and sorrowing cast—of broken- 
and broken hearts—treacherics of love, 
a ions of friendship—tloss of beloved 
and ruin of happier prospects—sug- 
apparently, by personal experience, 
) decided a bent must surely have re- 
ot mn the reality of facts. So much 
an expression could spring 
from nothing but natural Sealine: gets 
mane to the matter are her thoughts, and-so 
We aw felicitous and tuneful her language. 
quote a few lines written after viewing 
monumental group by Chantry, to the 
Domestic and Foreign. 
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memory of Marianne, daughter of the late 
John Johnes, Esq., of Hafod, South Wales. 
She sleeps—the graye, 
With all its deep and solemn mysteries, 
Hath closed its drear and awful portals on her. 
Yet genius, with its mighty power, hath burst 
The tomb’s strong gate, and given to the eye, 
In all its sweet and touebing loveliness, 
Ere yet decay had sullied with its breath 
One grace or charm, her matehless form again. 
How fair and beautiful she looks! Grief's burning 
brand 
Not yet hath stamp’d its sign upon her brow. 
Smooth, polished, pure, and delicate it gleams, 
Her pale, round check lies pillow’d on her arm. 
What though joy’s rosy smile will never light 
Its pallid tents again—the tears of care, 
The coin with which all pay for life’s stern lease, 
Will never sully its unblemish’d snow. 
Listless and cold is streteh’d the hand which oft 
Hath swept the lute’s soft strings, and hush’d the 
: voice 
Which music breathed, when that sweet lyre was 
mute, 
Grasp’d in her hand that sacred volume lies, &c. 
The Boy’s own Book; 1828.—This is 
really a very pretty and tasteful publication 
--at once appropriate and infelligible—fitted 
admirably fer holiday and birth-day presents, 
and a superior substitute for the worthless 
trash on which boys commonly throw away 
their hoarded shillings. A wider field, as 
the publishers observe, could not have been 
taken. The plan embraces a succession of 
“ minor’’ sports—games with toys—games 
of agility—cames-of skill, as chess and 
draughts — feats of legerdemain — tricks 
with cards;—and more athletic sports, 
cricket, archery, gymnastics, and fencing— 
with angling and swimming. A conside- 
rable space, moreover, is occupied with 
what are called scientific recreations, framed 
on the principles of arithmetic, chemistry, 
optics, magnetism, and acoustics; with a 
series of paradoxes, puzzles, queries, riddles, 
&e. Numerous wood-cuts, of very superior 
execution, accompany and illustrate every 
page. The whole may safely be recom- 
mended as unexceptionable—except, per- 
haps, the fire-works. A still more splendid 
present is preparing for the young ladies by 
Christmas next, from the same quarter. 
Memorable Events in Paris iv 1614— 
from the Journal of a Détenu; 1828.—Mr. 
Britton, the very respectable topographer, 
stands sponsor for the writer, who withholds 
hisname. He was one, it appears, of the 
détenus of 1814 (the number of whom, on 
the authority of the writer, amounted to be- 
tween nine hundred and a thousand), but 
had the good fortune, from some connexion 
with the leading savans of the day, to pro~ 
eure the privilege of residing at Paris, in- 
stead of being consigned to Valenciennes. 
He was at Paris on the approach of the allied 
troops in 1814, looking with intense anxiety 
for their arrival and success—not from any 
admiration of legitimacy, but as’ the means 
of deliverance from a wearisome captivity of 
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