'Tis Despo who is combating With many a dark-eyed daughter :— "Despo, submit, for Suli lies She seiz'd a torch-unearthly came 'Mid cartridges she plunged the torch, That mother and those lovely girls Have join'd their murdered sire!' The inscription on the sabre of Kontoghianni is strikingly characteristic:: 'Let him who courts not kings, but death, Who loves the free, and leads the brave, Possess in trust this Grecian glaive.' The following is a fragment highly interesting as indicating the spirit which, we are assured, even children have displayed since the commencement of the contest. Fingari (properly Phengari, from Qeyyos) is the bonny Lady Moon, better known to English readers under the name of Cynthia. 6 Mayst thou still be pure and bright, (Call'd without a sorcerer's spell,) 6 They repose in early graves, Wielding hope, and fear, and shame, Nightly chains and daily blows, Tempted them to end their woes :— "Will ye each become a Turk, To the blessed throne of God."" The notes to the translations, so far as they are explanatory of the text, are highly acceptable; but they too often run out into flippancy. We were startled at the assertion in one of them, that female modesty exists in Greece to a greater degree than in any country on earth.' The most candid way of accounting for this remark, coming from an Englishman, is by supposing that his acquaintance with our own countrywomen has been confined to high life. Our Author is compelled to own, however, that one of the songs (it is not the only one of the kind) does not justify the praises elsewhere bestowed upon the retenue of the Greek ladies;' and he then proceeds to lay the blame of their forwardness' on the climate. This immoral apology, which, by assigning a general cause, would seem to admit that the effect is general also, might as well have been given in the words of a line with which Mr. Sheridan must be familiar, 6 6 • The stars are more in fault than they.' We deem it necessary, however, to that that English Buate, modesty which, in spite of Thomas Little and Don Juan, we believe not to be extinct, will resent some of the specimens of Greek modesty in these popular songs. Among those of a domestic cast are a few specimens of Greek lullabies. One of them begins with the following invocation : Santa Maria! cover the child! Santa Sophia! sing him asleep!' In the second stanza occurs a vulgarism, the devil to pay,' for which, not having M. Fauriel's text at hand, we know not how far the Greek is responsible. Another lullaby we give entire. Hush! hush! my sleeping babe! And thou shalt have in a trice, And Cairo for thy rice; The great Constantinople For three long years of pleasure; To fill thy chest with treasure; Their tribute duly bringing ; With three tall belfries ringing.' We can spare room for only one more extract, and we shall take a ballad descriptive of a naval engagement, supposed to be written about a century ago. A ship as black as night A Brig with blood-red flag, And back those sails of thine!" "We strike nor flag nor sail!" Replied the dauntless Chace; "Our Brig is not a maid Who fears the battle's face". "Like Ocean's bride she bears Brave Boucovalla's son;Leventis! hard a port! And let your braces run! "The blood of yonder Turks Must tinge the waves below!" The Brig bore bravely up, And near'd her sable foe. They touch-the Grecians board That bloody flag is down! That turban'd host are slaves! Hellas has smote the Turk Upon her native waves!' Of the fidelity of these translations we have not the means of judging. The versification, it will be seen, is loose, but spirited, and for ballads, perhaps, sufficiently correct. The Author speaks of his performance in terms that must disarm the severity of criticism. The Author of Hohenlinden trans lating the songs of peasants,' he says, would have been a blood-horse harnessed to a cart; but, as for himself, he is ready, if ordered by his friends of the Greek Committee, to lower his literary efforts even to chalking up Greece for ever.' We fear that this would not answer so well for the object proposed, as chalking up Buy Warren's blacking' in the streets of Rome. The Greek Committee will, we hope, find Mr. Sheridan better employment; and as for the Author of Hohenlinden and of Theodoric, he knows better than to deem it a degrading task to translate some of these songs of peasants into living verse, and he might be worse occupied. The profits of this volume are to be given to the Society for the promotion of Education in Greece. Art. III. The Life of the Rev. Philip Henry, A.M. With Funeral Sermons for Mr. and Mrs. Henry, by the Rev. Matthew Henry, V. D. M. Corrected and enlarged by J. B. Williams, F. S. Ă. 8vo. pp. xlviii. 488. Price 15s. London, 1825. WE should hope that we have few readers to whom it can be necessary to recommend one of the most valuable pieces of biography extant; the life of Philip Henry, written by his Son, the Author of the well known Exposition of the Bible. To say that every Protestant Dissenter ought to have it in his library, would be to under-rate the character of Henry and the merits of the work. Like Archbishop Leighton and Bernard Gilpin, Howe, and Doddridge, Philip Henry belongs less to the communion of which he was a member, than to the Church Catholic; and although if Dissent needed defence in the present day, the lives of such men would furnish its best apologies, yet, the charm of their biography is, that it elevates the reader into a holy atmosphere where the noisy contentions of sect and party are no longer audible. Dr. Wordsworth has done himself honour, and his readers a service, by inserting the life of Philip Henry in his Ecclesiastical Biography, remarking, that if he could any where have found nonconformity united ⚫ with more Christian graces,' than in his character, the example should have found a place in his volumes. All parties, in fact, have concurred in so warmly eulogizing both the subject and the author of the memoir, that it is both the reader's fault and his loss, if he has hitherto remained unacquainted with it. The curious and indefatigable pains bestowed by the Editor of this edition in the shape of annotations, additions, twentyeight appendices, and a corps de reserve of notes, may be compared to what is called by print-collectors illustrating a volume; but in this instance, it is not the copy, but the whole edition which is illustrated; literally so, in the first place, by two original portraits, one of Philip Henry, and the other of Mrs. Henry the latter has never before been engraved. The memoir itself has been carefully compared with the original in Matthew Henry's hand-writing. The additions consist chiefly of letters and other extracts from the unpublished papers of the Henry family in the Editor's possession. For their bulk, the following apology is offered: • Objections may arise to such large additions to the original volume; and it may be feared, that the Editor, through partiality, or for other reasons, has been led to introduce passages too unimportant for publicity. He hopes, however, to stand acquitted at all events, by those who regard his end, and that, on perusal, the book will display somewhat of watchful caution for the avoidance of such an error. He does not expect, indeed, that all will approve either the plan adopted or the selections furnished. It would be difficult, perhaps impossible, to arrange or extract from a mass of theological effusions like Mr. Henry's, so as to give universal satisfaction. Nothing is made public, it is hoped, which can justly be deemed offensive to a discriminating judgement, inconsistent with a due regard to the venerated writer, or prejudicial to the interests of that charity for which he was so deservedly famed.' Except as augmenting the price of the volume, few readers, we apprehend, will be inclined to object to any of the additions from Mr. Henry's papers, nor can their contents stand in need of any apology. And even with regard to the other additions, the reader will feel too much obliged to the Editor's literary diligence, and be too favourably impressed with his biographical enthusiasm, to quarrel with those which he may deem trifling or superfluous. The immense number of the Editor's references, and the multifarious reading which they indicate, form certainly a striking and somewhat curious feature of the volume. We have not for a long time been accustomed to see such authors as Caryl on Job, Baxter, Nicholas Udall, Hooker, Lord Bacon, Locke, Morning Exercises, Clarke's Lives, Nonconformist's Memorial, Fuller, Gurnall, Goodwin, and other worthies of olden time, laid under contribution and cited at the foot of the page as familiar acquaintance. If these notes are not always illustrative or useful,-as, for instance, when they consist of bare references to some book in which the Editor has found a sentiment accordant with his own, (see pp. x. xx. xxvi. xxvii.) or when Plutarch and Cæsar are subpoenaed as evidence of the age of Alexander at the time he had conquered the world,-still these take but little room; and they shew both with what minute labour the work has |