BEVuawa— the pilouimaoe akd otheb p§ems. 



On towards tli • thcn's camp he drew 



Hia chosen hundreds, silent — till the sword 



Flashed to the frightened skies, of Gideon and the Lord. 



from a piece entitled the " Execution," which appears, 



we believe, for the fii is new edition of Lord Ellesmere's 



poems, we select the concluding stanzas as all that our apace will 

 allow us to cull from a volume, which will form no discreditable ad- 

 dition to the works of* the Royal and Noble Authors of England : 

 ITis kmdreo are not near 

 The fatal knell to hear, 



can bat weep the deed when 'tis 

 They would shriek, and wail, and pray : 

 It is well for him to-day 

 That his friends are far away — 

 All but one. 



Yes, in his mute despair, 

 The faithful hound is there, 



He has reached his master's side with a spring ; 

 To the baud whioh reared and fed, 

 Till its ebbing pulse has fled, 

 Till that hand is cold aud dead, 



He will clinc 





What ait, or lure, or wile, 

 That one can now beguile 



From the Bide of his master and friend? 

 He has gnawed his cord in twain ; 

 To the arm which strives in vain 

 To repel him, he will strain, 



To the end. 

 The tear drop who can blame? 

 Though it dim the veteran's aim, 



And each broast along the line heave the sigh. 

 But 'twere cruel now to pave ; 

 And together in that grave, 

 The faithful and the brave, 



Let them lie. 



, we think, will deny that fch raits of force and pathos 



in these lines ; and others of like character — though with more of 

 grace and refinement of thought than any strongly marked individual 

 characteristic or striking originality,— are to be found scattered 

 through the volume, to which the noble author, in imitation of 

 Rogers, has striven to give additional attraction and value by the 

 lementary aid of artistic illustration. 



D. W. 



