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Forgotten then, the thundering break

Of waves, that in the tempest rise,
The falling cliff, the shatter'd wreck,

The howling blast, the sufferer's cries;
For soft the breeze of evening sighs,

And murmuring seems in Fancy's ear
To whisper fairy lullabies,

That tributary waters bear
From precipices, dark with piny woods,

And inland rocks, and heathy solitudes. The other poems are thus entitled ; The Truant Dove, a fable from Pilpay; The Lark's Nest, from Esop ; The Swallow; Flora; The Horologe of the Fields ; Saint Monica; A Walk in the Shrubbery, &c. The notes occupy about a third of the volume. They chiefly explain the names of plants, flowers and birds, which Mrs. Smith was always fond of introducing with rather too much affectation of science. Upon the whole we do not think these productions will add much to her reputation.

Flora and Studies by the Sea, are reprinted from her “ Conversations for the Use of Children and Young Persons." Anthologia. A Collection of Epigrams, ludicrous

Epitaphs, Sonnets, Tales, Miscellaneous Anecdotes, $c. &c. interspersed with Originals. 12mo. 48. Highley, 1807.

The title is not very appropriate. W. T. of the Middle Temple has collected more weeds than flowers, and some of the former are rather of a noxious quality. We will transcribe two or three of the epitaphs, 'not tempted however so much from their novelty, as from the assurance in the title page that decies repetita placebunt.

On the Tomb of Dr. Fuller, at Oxford.

Here lies Fuller's Earth.

On William Williams.
Here lies the body of W. W.
Who never more will trouble you, trouble you.'

At Seven-Oaks, Kent.
Grim Death took me without any warning,
I was well at night, and dead at nine in the morning.

Another.
The wedding-day appointed was,

The wedding-clothes provided;
But, ere that day did come, alas!

He sicken'd, and he die did.
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Affection ; with other Poems. By Henry Smithers; of the Adelphi. Large 8vo. Plates, 11. 1s. Miller; 1807.

The plan and execution of the poem of Affection are entitled to the highest commendation. The subject, in itself so interesting, and so fitted for poetical expansion and illustration, is treated with no less judgment than taste; and the author frequently succeeds in awakening and soothing the most delicate feelings of our nature, The poem thus

opens :
Is there a passion of the human mind,
That lifts to rapture, or that sinks to wo,
Which more inspires the muses' harmonies,
Than sweet affection ? Plant imperishable !
That in profusion, round the throne of God
Immortal bloom'd; long ere yon radiant sun
Had dawnd on paradise ; and rich will bloom,

When worlds shall burn, and time shall cease to roll. The poet then proceeds to trace the influence of affection through the vegetable and animal world. The loves of the plants are delicately alluded to; we say delicately, for this subject has not always been so treated. He instances the woodbine twining round every neighbouring shoot; the ivy enfolding the oak ; the coinplaints of the nightingale

Robb’d of her mate, and of her unfledg'd brood; the horse, the dog, the elephant, the white bear of Greenland, one of the most ferocious of the savage race, of whose fondness for their offspring an interesting anecdote is furnished from Bewick.

“ The white bear proves a ferocious and dangerous enemy to those who approach the inclement shores of Greenland ; and both from its rude appearance, and from the inhospitable climate which it inhabits, we should conclude it to be among the inost hardened of the savage race. Yet even in this animal some remarkable traits of instinctive tenderness have been observed. Sorne sailors belonging to a Greenlandman, in putting off from the shore, observed a bear, with her cub, stealing away from the place where she had been lurking for them. They fired, and the cub fell. Next day, as they approached the shore in the same place, they were surprised to discover the bear at the very spot where they had fired upon her. By the help of a glass, they could

perceive her crouched by the side of her dead cub, licking it with her tongue, and occasionally employing her paw to move it towards her dug, as if she would have tempted it to take its usual nourishment. As they advanced, she made no effort to escape; and when they fired, her writhing and groans gave symptoms of her having received a severe wound; yet stili she did not stir from the place where her dead cub lay. A second shot put an end to the sufferings of this savage animal, which had displayed a maternal tendern ess that would have been admired in the human race.”.

But most in man, Affection doth oufold
Its cboicest sweets: for him it truly blooms
An amarathine flower of richest hues,
Diffusing fragrance through the wastes of time.
Not only where the sun of science shines;
Amid the deep impenetrable shades,
The tangled brakes of Aveyron's thick woods,
Ev'n there some glimmerings of affection's flame,
The untaught lesson of the savage life,

Have kindled towards some well remember'd haunt. The story of Prince Lee Boo is here very naturally introduced, and the affectionate anxiety of his father, Abba Thullé, for the prince's return, at the expiration of the time limitted for his absence, pathetically described. Man's natural affection for his home, a subject so beautifully exemplified at large by Polwhele in his Influence of Local Attachment, occupies a few interesting pages. The fondness with which we recur to pleasures long past, and to friends beloved separated by death, the affection of a patriot towards his country, the national regard for distinguished public characters, and its grief for their loss, are touched upon with uucommon felicity. The author's Address to England, p. 15, beginning “My country, O my country!” is animated and poetical in a degree beyond the usual standard of the composition; and his apprehension arising from the increase of luxury, strengthened by the experience of history, cannot be considered as groundless. We have long felt the same fears as the author that

So shall it be

Some distant day and fervently echo his prayer

but be it distant far That England's foes shall triumph o'er her fate, And hail her tallev.

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Mr. Smithers then traces the progress of affection among relatives; he notices the early display of it by children:

(See with what eager, with what fond embrace
It clings delighted to the parent breast,
And bids its playful fingers tell its joy:
Repeated kindness, daily, hourly given,
Binds the loved child with firm but welcomed chains

In strong affection)
sexual affection in its purity, 'whence arises the con-
jugal, paternal, filial, and fraternal. The consequences
of misplaced affection are described in an episode, which
we shall give at length. It closes the first part of the
poem.

See ! yon poor Maniac ! shivering in her cell,
With hair dishevell’d, and with bosom bare ;
Once bless'd with innocence, each hour was gay,
Till in her breast convulsing passions strove,
And rais'd a dark and wild tornado there,
That in its progress burst the slight barrier,
Which in each fine wrought mind but feebly guards
The seat of intellect: all, all was then
A splendid ruin, and an awful wreck.

Mark her, ye gay seducers! mark her well!
For who like you should feel the awful change?
And tell me if the transient joys you knew
When virtue sunk the victim of your art,
Can e'er compensate your atrocious guilt,
Or wipe away the bitter, bitter tears,
Which prostrate virtue sheds when reason dares
Resume, at intervals, her desert throne,
And points the happy heights wheuce she has fallen?

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Go, bid imagination's magic power
Roll back on time, and tell what once she was
Form’d to delight the circle where she moved.
Esteem'd, admired by all; Olivia bloom'd
In the rich garden of parental love,
And promised fairest fruit: nursed in delight,
Each charm or grace her opening mind display'd.
Was cultured with a fond assiduous care,
And, as her growing virtues burst on view,
She reign,d unrivali'd ’mid her blooming plains;
In sweet simplicity her youth rolld on,
Till in a ruthless hour a plunderer came,
All skill'd to lure her unsuspecting soul,
And win her heart; ere he betray'd' his own.

Great was the conflict in her struggling frame
Twixt duty and affection-long she strove
To tear his favour'd image from her breast,
And oft resolved to fly her peaceful plains
To escape a passion now so deep infixt;
But what in absence had assumed resolve,
On his return, became resolve no nore,
And virtue sunk beneath his baneful arts.
Thus fell Olivia! Ye proud in virtue,
Say not you could like Alpine snows have stood
Spotless and pure beneath such burning sun,
Wound not her bleeding mind, nor dare to boast
Till you have triumph'd in temptation's hour :
Her soul nntainted, shudder'd at her fall;-
She on the sacred records solemn swore
Never again to see the human fiend
Who thus despoil'd her virtue and her peace;
She fled her native scenes, and long retired
'Mid solitude and shade, repentant, strove
To sooth her mind, and long lost calm restore.
Deep solitude and shade-reflection's darts
But swifter urged, and with impetuous force,
To frenzy's rage. With quick and hurried step,
With heaving bosom, but with stedfast eye,
She sought the flood, and instant plunging there,
A dark oblivious stream had hoped to find.
Snatch'd from the watery death by pitying hands,
Stretch'd out to save in desperation's hour,
She woke to life just felt its fever burn.
Affrighted reasou fled

and all was void. The second part is of a religious nature.

“ A poem” observes the author, “on Affection would be incomplete, which did not attempt to express the benevolence of the Deity, which shines so conspicuously through all existence.”

Our remarks on this part of the poem we shall reserve till next month.

REVIEW OF MUSIC,

La Giorgiana, an Andante and Rondo, for the Piano Forte, composed

and dedicated to the Hon. Miss G. Smith, by P. A. Corri. Birchall. Price. 28.

Although this sonata must be reckoned among the minor pro. ductions of Mr. Corri's pen, it is by no means destitute of merit. The subject of the first movement is good, and is well kept up; it leads into an animated rondo, in which many brilliant passages occur, The modulation is throughout masterly..

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