suits Mr. Crabbe. But the love song which has been adduced as an instance of his success in a style hitherto unattempted by him, we regard as affording a decided proof of his inadequacy to the attempt it has little point, little propriety or elegance, aud no feeling, and the Damon' is almost burlesque. No sooner, however, does Mr. Crabbe arrive at that period in the story which affords scope for pathos, than he is all himself again. The idea in the last three lines of the following extract, is extremely beautiful. There came, at length, request That I would see a wretch by grief opprest, That world receding fast! the world to come * • Still as I went came other change the frame And still the breathing, we exclaim'd-'tis death! The Sisters' is an interesting and not uninstructive story : the characters are very natural and well discriminated, and the incidents are of a kind with which real life has of late but too much abounded. Like most of the Tales, it leaves a melancholy impression upon the mind, such as the Writer seems to delight in producing. Melancholy is the very element of his fancy, and in this instance it has seemed to supply an inspiration which has called forth the unusual effort of some lyrical stanzas. They are in the moodiest strain, and breathe all that is morbid in feeling; but some of the verses have a redeeming beauty, and the last in particular is very striking. As Mr. Crabbe so rarely indulges in this style of composition, we must do him the justice of extracting some of the stanzas. Let me not have this gloomy view, To cool my burning brows instead. • There violets on the borders blow, Nor for new guest that bed be made. Vol. I. pp. 212-15. In our opinion, the poem would not have lost any of its beauty if it had appeared in the form in which we have given it, with the omission of the intermediate twelve lines. Book IX. The Preceptor Husband,' narrates the disappointment of a man who determined to choose a learned wife, but was seduced by a pretty face, to marry one without either learning or mind. 'The Old Bachelor' is the subject of Book X. and the opprobrious name is well vindicated in the person of the hero. In this Tale, the Author seizes an opportunity of describing, with his own inimitable force and vividness, the morbid operations of the perturbed intellect. The sudden death of the lady to whom the narrator was engaged, is followed by an interval in his history, a blank which he confesses himself to be unable to fill. 'It is a puzzle and a terror still. I was desirous from myself to run, And something, but I knew not what, to shun. Yet did I feel some intervals of bliss Ev'n with the horrors of a fate like this; And dreams of wonderful construction paid For waking horror.' The autumn tints of forty-six upon human character, have never perhaps been more accurately and naturally traced, than in this Old Bachelor's narrative; and the lover of sixty is a good portrait. "The Maid's Story,' which concludes the first volume, is replete with that interest which arises from the minute delineation of buman character and the manners of the world. It is for the most part a satire, abounding with the marks of shrewd observation, and not destitute of a kind of cynical humour. We have by anticipation animadverted on the chief deformity in the tale in a moral point of view, the character of Frederick. That of Grandmamma, and the humble one of Biddy, claim a more honourable distinction. Poor grandmamma among the gentry dwelt We had a little maid, some four feet high, For she would weary every man in trade, "And how's your pain?" inquired the gentle maid, Vol. I. pp. 287-9. The old lady dies, and her forniture serves but to pay the bills, the burial, and the rent.' Our heroine, in her exigency, ecepts of a temporary asylum in the humble cottage of the ithful Biddy. In times like this the poor have little dread, They can but work, and they shall then be fed; To a forsaken hovel's cold and gloom; And while my tears in plenteous flow were shed, And very pious upon Biddy's part. Vol. I. pp. 294-6. The adventure with a youthful admirer, in the sequel, may possibly have its moral use. We recommend to those whom it may concern, the prudent counsel and the firm decision of this princess of old maids. Rupert, the sentimental boy, is most delightfully portrayed: it has the humour of caricature, yet it is strictly within the line of the natural. 1 We shall have less temptation to multiply our extracts in proceeding to give an account of the second Volume. With the exception of the first story, the tales are all of inferior interest, the subjects being, for the most part, instances of uninstructive distress, or of uninteresting and disgusting folly and meanness. For example, Delay has Danger,' is the title of a narrative which shews how a silly young fellow was half-entrapped, half induced by pique, to break his engagement to a woman he loved, by marrying one, in far inferior circumstances, whom he despised, and how he thereby bad to endure for the rest of his days, a burden of self-contempt, in addition to the contempt of all his friends, in which the reader sincerely participates. The Natural Death of Love,' is a conversation rather than a tale, which contains some wholesome but rather common-place doctrine and advice on the subject of conjugal happiness. 'Gretna Green' is a revolting picture of an extreme case of duplicity and folly, terminating in a more than usual measure of domestic unhappiness. 'Lady Barbara, or the Ghost,' is a warning against indiscreet second marriages. where the disparity of years adds impropriety to the venture. It is rather obscurely and feebly written, and has little merit of any kind to compensate for the unpleasing nature of the story. Mr. Crabbe tells us, that he was indebted to a friend for the outline of the tale, which may partly account for the inferiority of its execution, as he had to work upon the ideas of another, instead of following the bent of his own fancy. He acknowledges a similar obligation with respect to the story of Ellen in Book XVIII. The obligation does not, in this instance, any more than in the former, appear to be very considerable. The story, even if it be true, we should still pronounce improbable; and the inexplicable perverseness of the lady is irreconcileable either with the common forms of social courtesy, or the natural operations of feeling. We cannot concede our pity to folly so wilful, and to suffering so entirely self-inflicted. Cecil's is a more natural character, and a more likely fate. The thrice-married Widow is another of those unpleasing Tales which this Writer is fond of telling; not deficient in shrewd remark, and lively description, and knowledge of the world, but wholly destitute of those qualities which are adapted either to captivate the fancy or to interest the feelings. The prominent character is vulgar, heartless, and insipid; the incidents are the common business of common life; and the tone of the Narrator is as frigid, and cynical, and dry, as divinity grafted upon physic may be expected to make a man. If this, and the |