Each fair-scal'd fish in watery regions known, 
And insect’s robe that mocks the colour’d 
stone! 
Doth he not form the peasant’s visual sphere, 
To catch each charm that crown, the che- 
querd year? 
Construct his ear to seize each passing sound, 
From wind, or wave, or wing, or whistle, 
round? 
From breathing breeze, or tempest’s awful 
roar, 
Soft lisping rills, or ocean’s thundering shore? 
Unnumber’d notes that fill the echoing field, 
Or mingled minstrelsy the woodlands yield ? 
The melting strains, and melodies of song, 
Dhat float, impassion’d, from the human 
- tongue— 
TYTLER’S POEMS.—-MRS. GRANT’S POEMS. 
559 
Or, fondly feels each sound, that sweetly slips, 
Thro’ ear to heart, from favourite lovers’ lips. 
Can trace the nicer harmony, that springs 
From puny gnats’ shrill-sounding treble wings; 
Light fly’s sharp counter; bees’ strong tenor 
tone 5 
Huge hornets bass, and beetle’s drowsy drone, 
Grasshopper’s open shake, quick twittering 
all the day, 
Or cricket’s broken chirp, that chimes the 
night away.” 
The poem entitled Norbury Park 
abounds with passages of similar merit. 
We should in particular notice the de- 
scription of the Yew Trees. 
Art. XIV. The Voyage Home from the Cape of Good Hope 3 with other Poems relating 
to the Cape, and Notes. By H.W.'Tytxer, MW. D. 
«< OUR captain, to whose care was giv’n 
Three hundred souls, on ocean driy’n, 
Prov’d faithless and unjust ; 
And, after him, let none rely 
On promise, or on Fame’s loud ery, 
Or in appearance trust, 
«« Indignant muses! sing the fate 
Of him, so poor unfortunate, 
And impious suicide ; 
Who, from the poop, at noon of day, 
When all were turn’d a diff’rent way, 
Plung’d headlong in the tide. 
THESE poems are submitted to the 
’ public under circumstances which excite 
_ interest and bespeak indulgence. 
_ They are the productions of native 
- genius, brought forth amid rocks and 
wilds, and at intervals snatched from 
the laborious duties of domestic life. 
But we shall allow the lady to introduce 
her own offspring with the simple grace 
by which she is distinguished. 
_ €© Go, artless records of a life obscure, 
_ Memorials dear of loves and friendships past, 
Na - s 
_ Ofblameless minds, from strifeand envy pure ; 
Go, scattered by affliction's bitter blast, 
_ And tell the proud, the busy, and the gay, 
Mow rural peace consumes the quiet day. 
_ Ye dear companions, in life’s thorny way, 
s Who see ae modest virtues here display’d, 
- Forgive, for weil you know the unstudied 
& lay 
. Was only meant to soothe the lonely shade. 
But, when the rude thorn wounds the song- 
se ster’s breast, 
F The lengthen’d strains of woe betray her se- 
aes. cret nest.” Introductory verses. 
The longest and most finished piece 
4to. pp. 75. 
«« Nor voice he rais’d, nor arms he spread ; 
The billows rose above his head, 
And sunk him in the main. 
Yet ladders to his aid were thrown ; 
And gen’rous hearts, by ropes, went down, 
But all, alas! prov’d vain.” 
The poetry of this pamphlet, as will 
be seen by the foregoing specimen, is 
below criticism and ia contempt. 
From the manner in which it is printed, 
twelve lines in a quarto page, and the 
price charged for it, we suppose the au- 
thor designs it as a decent method of 
levying contributions upon his friends. 
y Art. XV. Poems on Various Subjects. By Mrs. Grant, of Laggan. 8vo. pp. 447. 
in the volume, entitled “ The High- 
landers, or Sketches of Highland Sce- 
nery and Manners, with some Reflec- 
tions on Emigration,” contains much 
novel and picturesque description, with 
many fine strains of pathos and moral 
reflection; the versification is modelled 
on that of Goldsmith, and in the pas- 
sages relative to emigration, there is 
some similarity, which perhaps could 
scarcely be avoided, to the sentiments 
of the Deserted Village. In the family 
worship of the peasant, and the recep= 
tion of Farquhar at Glen Doe, there 
is a slight imitation of the ‘ Cottar’s 
Saturday Night,’’ but, in general, Mrs, 
Grant is very far from deserving the ap. 
pellation of a plagiarist. The far greater 
part of her scenery is snatched from the 
sublime and savage landscapes before 
her eyes; whilst by much the larger 
portion of her sentiment is drawn from 
the pure and copious spring within her 
bosom. ‘The removal to the mountain 
shealings, or summer flitting”? affords an 
apt example. . 
