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«• I could not hide my alter'd form: " • And little can the untempted dream, Then on my head the fearful storm While gliding smoothly on life's stream Of gibe and insult burst:

They keep the letter-laws,
Men only mocked me for my fate,

What they would be, if, tost like me
But women's scorn and women's hate Hopeless upon life's barren sea,
Me, their poor sister, curst.

They knew how hunger gnaws.

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"• Ah, lightly heed the righteous few “ Her eye was fixed; she said no more, How little to themselves is due,

But propp'd against the cold street-door But all things given to them ;

She leaned her fainting head ; Yet the unwise because untaught,

One moment she look'd up and smil'd, The wandering sheep, because unsought, Full of new hope, as Mercy's child, They heartlessly condemn:

- And the poor girl was dead." We do not think the idea very happy of “ Contrasted Sonnets"—such as, Nature-Art; The Happy Home- The Wretched Home ; Theory-Practice ; Ritches-Poverty ; Philanthropic- Misanthropic ; Country — Town; and so on-and 'tis an ancient, nay, a stale idea, though Mr Tupper evidently thinks it fresh and new, and luxuriates in it as if it were all his own. Sometimes he chooses to shew that he is ambidexter-and how much may be said on both sides-leaving the reader's mind in a state of indifference to what may really be the truth of the matter-or disposed to believe that he knows more about it than the Sonnetteer. The best are Prose and Poetry—and they are very good—so is “ Ancient,” but Modern is very bad and therefore we quote the three


“ That the fine edge of intellect is dulled,

And mortal ken with cloudy films obscure,
And the numb'd heart so deep in stupor lulled

That virtue's self is weak its love to lure,

But pride and lust keep all the gates secure,
This is thy fall, O man; and therefore those
Whose aims are earthly, like pedestrian prose,

The selfish, useful, money-making plan,
Cold language of the desk, or quibbling bar,

Where in hard matter sinks ideal man :
Still, worldly teacher, be it from me far

Thy darkness to confound with yon bright band
Poetic all, though not so named by men,
Who have swayed royally the mighty pen,

And now as kings in prose on fame's clear summit stand."


“ To touch the heart, and make its pulses thrill,

To raise and purify the grovelling soul,
To warm with generous beat the selfish will,

To conquer passion with a mild controul,
And the whole man with nobler thoughts to fill,

These are thine aims, O pure unearthly power,
These are thine influences ; and therefore those
Whose wings are clogged with evil, are thy foes ;

And therefore these, who have thee for their dower,
The widowed spirits with no portion here,

Eat angels' food, the manna thou dost shower :
For thine are pleasures, deep, and tried, and true,

Whether to read, or write, or think, or hear,
By the gross million spurn'd, and fed on by the few."


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My sympathies are all with times of old,
I cannot live with things of yesterday,

Upstart, and Aippant, foolish, weak, and gay,
But spirits cast in a severer mould,
Of solid worth, like elemental gold :

I love to wander o'er the shadowy past,
Dreaming of dynasties long swept away,

And seem to find myself almost the last

Of a time-honoured race, decaying fast ;
For I can dote upon the rare antique,

Conjuring up what story it might tell,
The bronze, or bead, or coin, or quaint relique ;

And in a desert could delight to dwell
Among vast ruins,—Tadmor's stately halls,
Old Egypt's giant fanes, or Babel's mouldering walls."

Mr Tupper has received much praise bation of the public. Perhaps our from critics whose judgment is gene. rough notes may help him to discover rally entitled to great respect--in the where his strength lies ; and, with his Atlas-if we mistake not-in the right feelings, and amiable sensibiliSpectator—and in the Sun. If our ties, and fine enthusiasm, and healthy censure be undeserved- let our copious powers when exercised on familiar quotations justify themselves, and be and domestic themes, so dear for. our condemnation. Our praise may ever to the human heart, there seems seem cold and scanty ; but so far no reason why, in good time, he from despising Mr Tupper's talents, may not be among our especial we have good hopes of him, and do favourites, and one of “the Swans not fear but that he will produce many of Thames"_which, we believe, are far better things than the best of as big and as bright as those of the those we have selected for the appro

Tweed. Alas! for poor Nicol! Dead and gone_but not to be forgotten—for aye to be remembered among the flowers of the forest, early wede away!


“ Chief of the Household Gods

Which hallow Scotland's lowly cottage-homes!
While looking on thy signs

That speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me comes-
With glad yet solemn dreams my heart is stirr'd,
Like Childhood's when it hears the carol of a bird I

The Mountains old and hoar

The chainless Winds—the Streams so pure and free-
The God-enameld Flowers-

The waving Forest-the eternal Sea-
The Eagle floating o'er the Mountain's brow-
Are Teachers all; but 0! they are not such as Thoa 1

“Ol I could worship thee!

Thou art a gift a God of love might give ;
For Love and Hope and Joy

In thy Almighty-written pages live!
The Slave who reads shall never crouch again ;
For, mind-inspired by thee, he bursts his feeble chain I

“ God! unto Thee I kneel,

And thank Thee! Thou unto my native land
Yea to the outspread Earth-

Hast stretch'd in love Thy Everlasting hand,
And Thou hast given Earth, and Sea, and Air
Yea all that heart can ask of Good and Pure and Fair!

“ And, Father, Thou hast spread

Before Men's eyes this Charter of the Free,
That all Thy Book might read,

And Justice love, and Truth and Liberty.
The Gift was unto Men—the Giver God!
Thou Slave! it stamps thee Man-go spurn thy weary load!

Thou doubly-precious Book !

Unto thy light what doth not Scotland owe ?
Thou teachest Age to die,

And Youth in Truth unsullied up to grow!
In lowly homes a Comforter art thou-
A Sunbeam sent from God—an everlasting bow !

“ O'er thy broad ample page

How many dim and aged eyes have pored ?
How many hearts o'er thee

In silence deep and holy have adored ?
How many Mothers, by their Infants' bed,
Thy holy, blessed, pure, child-loving words have read !
" And o'er thee soft young hands

Have oft in truthful plighted Love been join'd,
And thou to wedded hearts

Hast been a bond—an altar of the mind !
Above all kingly power or kingly law
May Scotland reverence aye—the Bible of the Ha'!"

We have no heart to write about him his memory—they breathe of the holy and his genius and his virtues now ; fragrance that “ smells sweet and but these lines which Scotland “ will blossoms in the dust." And how not willingly let die,” will embalm beautiful are these!


A bonnie blumin' bush o' brume

Waved o'er me in my dream.
• Come sit by your father's knee, I laid me there in slumberous joy
My son,

Upo' the giant knee
On the seat by your father's door, Of yonder peak, that seem'd to bend
And the thoughts of your youthful heart, In watching over me.

My son,

Like a stream of Gladness pour ;
For, afar 'mong the lonely hills,

My son,
Since the morning thou hast been;
Now tell me thy bright day-dreams,

My son,
Yea, all thou hast thought and seen?".

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' Whan morn abune yon eastern hill

Had raised its glimmerin' e'e,
I hied me to the heather hills,

Whar' gorcocks crawin' flee ;
An' e'er the laverock sought the lift,

Frae out the dewy dens,
I wanderin' was by mountain-streams

In lane an' hoary glens.

" I saw them dance upon' the breeze,

An' hide within the flower-
Sing bonnie an' unearthly sangs,

An' skim the lakelets o'er!
That hour the beings o' the past,

О'ages lost an' gone
Came back to earth, an' grot an' glen

War' peopled every one !

"• Auld frownin' rocks on either hand,

Uprear'd their heads to Heaven, Like temple-pillars which the foot

O' Time had crush'd an' riven ;
An' voices frae ilk mossy stane

Upo' my ear did flow,-
They spake o' Nature's secrets a'

The tales o' long ago.

" "The vision fled, an' I awoke :

The sun was sinkin' doon;
The mountain-birds frae hazles brown

sung their gloamin' tune :
The dew was fallin' on the leaf,

The breezes on the flower ;
An' Nature's heart was beating calm,-

It was the evening hour.

"• The daisy, frae the burnie's side,

Was lookin' up to God-
The crag that crown'd the towering peak

Seem'd kneeling on the sod :
A sound was in ilk dowie glen,

An' on ilk naked rock-
On mountain-peak-in valley lone-

An' haly words it spoke.

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"" The nameless flowers that budded up

Each beauteous desart child
The heather's scarlet blossoms spread

O'er many a lanely wild :
The lambkins, sporting in the glens-

The mountains old and bare-
Seem'd worshipping; and there with them

I breathed my morning prayer.

“ There was a lowly mound o'green

Beside me risin' there, -
A pillow whar' a bairn might kneel,

An' say its twilight prayer.
The munelight kiss'd the gladsome

That o'er that mound did wave ;
Then I remember'd that I stude

Aside the Martyrs' grave !

“ • Alang o'er monie a mountain-tap

Alang through monie a glenWi' Nature haudin' fellowship,

I journey'd far frae men.
Whiles suddenly a lonely tarn

Wad burst upon my eye,
An' whiles frae out the solitudes

Wad come the breezes' cry.

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“ I knelt upo' that hallow'd earth,

While Memory pictured o'er
The changing

the changing
That day had held in store ;
An' then my breast wi' gladness swellid,

An' God in love did bless,
He gave me, 'mong auld Scotland's hills,

A day o' happiness !"

" • At noon, I made my grassy couch

Beside a haunted stream,


Alcestis of Euripides, the, translated by Mr

Chapman, 408.
Ancient fragments of the Phænician, Chal-

dean, &c. writers, by Cory, reviewed,

Archæus, a poem, by him named the Sexe

ton's Daugbter, I-Part II. 3- Part III.
5- Part IV. 7- Part V.9_Part VI. 12

- Part VII. 14- Part VIII. 16- Part
IX. 18– Thoughts and images by him,
197- Legendary Lore, by bim, No. IV.
Land and Sea, 335–No. V. The Onyx

Ring, Part I. 664_Part II. 741.
Arnold's History of Rome, reviewed, 142.
Attaché, Letters of an, 369.
Avenger, the, a tale, 208.
Bapker, the Murdering, a tale, 823_-Chap.

11. 838.
Buenos-Ayres, war in disguise, 717.
Cabinet and the Country, the, 429_ Lord

Brougham has well branded the Mel-
bourne Cabinet with the title of the In-
capables," ib.- the incapability of the
Premier shewn, 430-of the Foreign
Secretary, ib.-of the Colonial Secre-
tary, 431–of the Home Secretary, ib.
-the important affairs of the nation are
neglected on the pretext of tranquillizing
Ireland, ib.-examples adduced of the va-
nity of tranquillizing Ireland by making
concessions to the Irish papists, 432—ex-
tracts from O'Connell's speeches quoted
in proof, ib.-- also Mr Roebuck's letter
on those speeches, 436-further evidence
by Lord Brougham, 437—no reliance can
be placed on the most solemn protesta-

tions of the papists, 438.
Callimachus, Hymn to Diana, by the trans.

lator of Homer's Hymns, 52.
Cassimir Perrier, his political character de-

picted, 34-162.
Catholicism, Protestantism, and Philosophy

in France. By M. Guizot, reviewed, 524.
Chapman, Mr, his translation of the Alcestis

of Euripides, 408.
Christopher in his Cave, 268-among the

Mountains, 285.
Colonial misgovernment, 624—the political

character of the Colonial Secretary de-
picted, ib.—his shameful conduct to Mr
Boulton, Chief-Justice, Newfoundland, ex-

posed, 625~his endowments of popery
the bane of colonial government, as exem-
plified in Lower Canada, 628-in New
South Wales, 630_in the West Indies,
632_his culpable conduct exposed, in re-
gard to the exportation of the Hill Coolies
of India to the West Indies, 633-some
of his proceedings, as the Malta Commis-
sion, are incidental specimens of the gene.
ral policy of the administration, 634-
besides these instances of improper con-
duct, he has permitted objectionable ap-
pointments to be made in our North Ame-

rican colonies, 635.
Colorial and reciprocity systems considered,

Coronation Ode for Queen Victoria I., June

28, 1838, by James Montgomery, 140-
Letters of an Attaché on the coronation,

369_Sonnets, on the, 402.
Corn Laws, the, 650—up to last crop, the

existence of the corn laws, as affecting
prices, was of no importance, ib.- the last
wet and cold summer raised the price of
corn, and the Radicals have seized this
formidable weapon to move the passions
of the people, ib.—the argument constant-
ly maintained against the corn laws stated,
651-doubtful that unrestricted importa-
tion of foreign corn would lower the money
price of corn, 652-unrestricted importa-
tion would depress the home growers as
much as it would encourage the foreign
growers, ib.-examples of the effects of
this principle quoted in other articles of
consumption, 653-fallacy of the opinion
that low prices are the invariable concomi-
tant of prosperity, proved, 655-as well
as the opinion that a free trade in grain
would greatly extend our foreign trade,
ib.- tbe home trade rather would decline
much more than the foreign trade would
increase, 657-official tables quoted to
show the greater value of agriculture than
manufactures, and of agriculture and the
home trade combined, than the foreign
trade, ib. whilst the cry for unrestricted
importation of corn is set up, the restric-
tions existing in favour of manufacturing
industry are permitted to rest unmolested,
659—when the home market consumes

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