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With this last extract we conclude our text review of this popular vo- 

 lume of parliamentarj' reading ; and we do so with feelings of no ordinary 

 respect for talent so modest, and truth so plainly yet inoffensively repre- 

 sented. To the younger members of parliament, themselves, this work 

 will be desiderated and read with no little interest. 



Another word at parting. The fresh and vigorous style the author 

 has adopted reminds us very much of one of our oldest literary associates ; 

 and if we do not greatly err, to him belongs all the praise that has been 

 awarded to this essay : and, as we said before, perhaps no one man could 

 be mentioned better fitted for the task. The author's intimate acquaintance 

 with the literature of the subject — his own practical experience — his 

 sagacity as a critic — and his ability as a writer, have long been deservedly 

 acknowledged. 



The work now before the reader afforded a fine field for the exercise 

 of his talents, and cannot fail, we think, to attract attention from |^all 

 those in any way connected with the subject. 



SONG. 



When the night wind is swelling,' 



With sweet-scented gale. 

 And the ring-dove is telling. 

 To his mate, his fond tale : 

 Then, dearest, Avill I watch for thee 

 Beneath the well-known old oak tree ! 



When the bright moon is beaming 



In the high heaven above. 

 And her sweet light is streaming 

 O'er mountain and grove : 

 Tlien, dearest, will I watch for thee 

 Beneath the well-known old oak tree ! 



When the stars are all peeping 



From their casements of blue, ? 

 And each flowret is sleeping 

 Enshrin'd in its dew; 

 Then, dearest, will I watch for thee 

 Beneath the well-known old oak tree ! 



Then let not thy breast, love! 



Be saddened by fear ; 

 Here, secure, thou mayst rest, l^v*! 

 No danger is near : 

 Then, dearest maiden, come to me 

 Beneath the well-known old oak tree ! 



George II. 



