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While thy low murmurs sooth'd his pensive ear;
And still the poet consecrates the stream.
The first-born violets of the year shall spring;
The earliest nightingale delight to sing:
Thy Olway's sorrows, and lament his fate!" It now became necessary for her to exert her faculties as a means of support, and she translated two or three stories from the French. Her husband being again obliged to leave the country, she removed with her children to a small cottage in another part of Sussex, and, while residing here, pub. lished a new edition of her Sonnets, with additions. She then tried her powers in another line of literature, and in 1788 gave to the public her “Emmeline, or the Orphan of the Castle," which novel was exceeding. ly popular. In the following year, she published another novel, entitled “Ethelinde;" and to this succeeded, in very rapid succession, “Celestina," “Desmond," • The Old Manor House,” The Wanderings of Warwick,” “ The Banished Man," "Montalbert,” and others, besides several beautiful little volumes for young persons, entitled, “Rural Walks," “Rambles Farther," " Minor Morals;'-in all about forty volumes ! During all this time, she suffered severe family afflictions, in the loss of three children, as well as pecuniary trials in the adjustment of her husband's affairs. But the hour was arriving when grief was to subdue this long. tried victim. Her husband, it is said, died in legal confinement in March, 1806; and on the 28th of October following, she died herself, after a lingering and painful illness, which she bore with the utmost patience, retaining her faculties to the last.
As a poetess, Charlotte Smith has been excelled by few of her country. women. Her Sonnets are “most musical, most melancholy, and abound with touches of tenderness, grace, and beauty; and her descriptions of rural scenery are particularly fresh and vivid.”' “But while we allow,” says Sir Walter Scoil, “high praise to the sweet and sad effusions of Mrs. Smith's muse, we cannot admit that by these alone she could ever have risen to the height of eminence which we are disposed to claim for her for her prose narratives.” But, however this might have been during her life, and when Walter Scott included her in his library of British Novelists, Charlotte Smith is now most known and valued for her poetry.
SONNET-TO THE MOON.
Queen of the silver bow ! by thy pale beam,
Alone and pensive, I delight to stray,
Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way
Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;
And oft I think, fair planet of the night,
That in thy orb the wretched may have rest:
Releas'd by death, to thy benignant sphere,
Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here.
SONNET-ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu!
Farewell, soft minstrel of the early year!
And pour thy music on the night's dull ear.
Or whether silent in our groves you dwell,
And still protect the song she loves so well.
Tbro' the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest;
The gentle bird who sings of pity best:
SONNET-THE HAPPINESS OF CHILDHOOD.
Sighing, I see yon little troop at play,
By sorrow yet untouch'd, unhurt by care,
“ Content and careless of to-morrow's fare."
Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth,
To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth,
And threw them on a world so full of pain,
And to deaf pride misfortune pleads in vain !
I once was happy, when, while yet a child,
And when, elastic as the mountain air,
Advancing higher still,
Where woods of ash, and beech,
Almost uncultur’d: some with dark green leaves
From "Beachy Head," a Poem.
MARY TIGHE, 1774-1810.
Mrs. Mary Tighe was the daughter of the Rev. William Blackford, of the county of Wicklow, Ireland. Her history seems to be but little known to the public, as I have tried in vain to find some account of her; but her early death, after six years of protracted suffering, has been commemorated by Moore, in a most beautiful lyric.'
Mrs. Tighe is chiefly known by her poem of “Psyche,” in six cantos, written in the Spenserian stanza, fou on the classic fable of Apuleius, of the loves of Cupid and Psyche, or the allegory of Love and the Soul (txum). Many of the pictures in this, the chief production of her muse, are conceived in the true spirit of poetry, while over the whole composition is spread the richest glow of purified passion. Some of her minor pieces, also, are exceedingly beautiful; and the lines “On Receiving a Branch of Mezereon,” are scarcely exceeded, for beauty and pathos, by anything of ihe kind in the language.
LOVE MUST BE FONDLY CHERISHED.
When vexed by cares and harassed by distress,
See this lyric in the Selections from Thomas Moore. * The fable, it is said, is a representation of the soul, here in its prison house, subjected to error. Trials are set before it to purify it; two loves meet -the earthly, to draw it down to sensuous things; and the heavenly, who, directing its view above, gains the victory, and leads off the soul as his bride
His downy plumage, o'er thy pillow spread,
As on its mother's breast the infant throws
Oh! fondly cherish then the lovely plant,
Screen from the blast and shelter from the rain,
Through the hard season, Love with plaintive note
rushing the cold dews from its shivering wing,
Or baneful peevishness; oli! never provo
The tears capricious beauty loves to shed,
Who blast the joys of calm domestic life,
Oh! he will tell you that these quarrels bring
Asserts forever her repulsive reign,
Indifference, dreaded power! what art shall save
His golden pinions to the breczy sky,