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which, on account of their uniformity for some years past, might 
almost have been stereotyped. His lordship will render good ser- 
vice to the art he loves, by reviving in the orchestra for ancient mu- 
sic the forgotten names of such men as Caldara, David Perez, Gia- 
como Perti, Righini, Durante, Carissimi, with some of the noble 
fugues of Leo and Bach. 
CRITICAL NOTICES OF NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
Our Wild Flowers Familiarly Described and Illustrated. By 
Louisa Anae Twamley, Author of “The Romance of Nature,” 
“ Flora’s Gems,” &c. The Plates engraved after the Author’s 
Drawings. London: Tilt. 1839. 8vo., pp. 308. 
Tue writer of this charming book is already well known as an 
authoress, distinguished by all the delicate taste and exquisite feeling 
which so peculiarly belong to woman, and whose writings present an 
agreeable a contrast to the worldly and satirical propensities ex- 
hibited by too many of her sex, in sundry novels and other light pro- 
ductions which serve to amuse the town. Miss Twamley, our readers 
ought to know, is a young lady, too, and neither spoiled by the dissi- 
pations of town-life, so often fatal to all pure love of what is beautiful, 
nor yet one of the class of sentimental persons who lose sight of what 
is valuable and real in pursuit of what is morbidly imaginative. She 
lives, she informs us, near a large mauufacturing town ; a situation to 
which we cannot but consider that a young person of her fine imagi- 
nation is, in some degree, indebted for the preservation of a remarka- 
bly healthy tone of intellect; and yet her love of the country and of 
flowers shines out in every page of her interesting publications. As 
a painter of flowers, also, Miss Twamley is an artist of very high 
pretensions ; and all these delightful acquirements contribute to adorn 
the pages of the work before us. 
Of all the pleasures of which our frame is susceptible, there are 
none so early developed and none so durable as those arising from 
natural objects. As soon as the child’s little limbs will carry it about 
in obedience to its will, it quits the mother’s hand to pick up the 
daisies that lift their clandestine heads on the close-ehaven lawn ; and 
it screams with delight in the free meadows wherein this pretty flower, 
not being a forbidden thing, is scattered, in the spring-time, like so 
much silver over the fresh green grass. But adult age treads close 
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