Poems of the Fancy; Studies from Classical Statuary and Gothic Romance, &c. Many of them, from the apparent unintelligibility of their external shape, have been supposed to bear an esoteric meaning. The "Princess" especially, apparently a Gothic romance in a drawing-room dress, has been supposed to figure forth, not merely the position which women and their education hold in the scale of modern civilization, but to indicate also the results of modern science on the relations, affections, and employments of society. The verse of Mr Tennyson is a composite melody, it has great power and large compass; original, yet delightfully mingled with the notes of other poets. His mind is richly stored with objects which he invests sometimes with the sunny mists of Coleridge, sometimes with the amiable simplicity of Wordsworth, or the palpable distinctness of Hood. Mr Tennyson is the youngest of our "Sons of Song" whose name of late years has attracted conspicuously the public attention. LOVE AND DEATH. What time the mighty moon was gathering light, "You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine." Yet, ere he parted, said,—“ This hour is thine: Thou art the shadow of life; and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all." THE GOLDEN YEAR. We sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move; The sun flies forward to his brother sun; The dark earth follows, wheeled in her ellipse, Move onward, leading up the golden year. Ah, though the times, when some new thought can bud, Are but as poets' seasons when they flower, Yet seas that daily gain upon the shore I Wings; so Milton has "sail-broad vans," Par. Lost, ü. 927: see the old form of the word, note 6, p. 38, supra. Have ebb and flow conditioning their march, When wealth no more shall rest in mounded heaps, Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? Fly, happy, happy sails, and bear the Press; But we grow old. Ah, when shall all men's good THE POET. The Poet in golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw through life and death, through good and ill, He saw through his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting will, An open scroll, Before him lay: with echoing feet he threaded The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame, Like Indian reeds blown1 from his silver tongue, And of so fierce a flight, From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung, Filling with light Any work on the Indian Archipelago-Keppel's Expedition to Borneo, for examplewill give an account of the Indian practice of shooting game by blowing poisoned arrows through a tube.-Calpe, see note 1, p. 422. u u And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Then, like the arrow-seeds of the field flower, Cleaving, took root, and springing forth anew, Like to the mother plant in semblance, grew And bravely furnished all abroad to fling To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring So many minds did gird their orbs with beams, Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world And through the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow, When rites and forms before his burning eyes There was no blood upon her maiden robes, But round about the circles of the globes And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame All evil dreams of power-a sacred name; Her words that gather thunder as they ran, So was their meaning to her words. No sword But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word CHARLES LAMB. (1775-1834.) FEW men have been more beloved amidst their sphere of friends, and consequently more lamented in removal, than Charles Lamb. Full of quaint humour and practical kindliness of heart, and characterised by every attractive peculiarity of temperament and disposition, he was formed to be the pet of friendship. Born in comparatively humble circumstances, and educated in Christ Church, he was destined for the ecclesiastical profession; an impediment in his speech precluded this prospect, and his life was devoted to the desk of a clerk in the India House. His affectionate care of his sister, to one of whose fits of insanity her mother had fallen a victim, forms the most beautiful trait in Lamb's character. He has the feelings rather than the formal accomplishments of a poet; and he had dived with true relish into the spirit and essence of the elder English writers. He was the dearest friend of his school-fellow, Coleridge, whose genius he almost idolised, and whose reputation in the criticism of early English literature he shares. Lamb's most popular works are his charming essays under the whimsical signature of Elia; his selections from the early dramatists; and the tales compiled by himself and his sister from Shakspeare's plays. OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, I have been laughing, I have been carousing, I loved a love once, fairest among women; I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood; Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother How some they have died, and some they have left me, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces, THE SABBATH BELLS. The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure and tired Him, thus engaged, the Sabbath bells salute, LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON. (L. E. L.) (1802-1838.) PREVIOULSY to the year 1824, when her "Improvisatrice" appeared, Miss Landon, under the signature L. E. L. had acquired considerable celebrity by her fugitive pieces in the Literary Gazette. Between 1825 and 1829, her "Troubadour," " Golden Violet,” and “Venetian Bracelet," contributed to enhance her reputation; and during these and the subsequent years she produced several novels, and multitudes of contributions in prose and verse to the annuals and other periodicals. In 1838 she married Mr George Maclean, governor of Cape Coast Castle, in Guinea. Shortly after her arrival in Africa. in the midst of apparent prospects of domestic happiness and increased literary activity, she was found dead in her room, having, it was supposed, swallowed poison in mistake for a medicine for the cure of a spasmodic affeetion. Her tragical fate excited universal commiseration and regret, as her name stood among the first of the literary reputations of the period. Miss Landon's poetry, melancholy, delicate, sentimental, meditative, and passionate, has been remarked to have been in singular contrast with the external manners of its authoress, which wore so lively, buoyant, and unconstrained a character, setting at nought many of the small conventional decorums of society, as to subject her name to cruel and unjust calumny. Her poetry, though much of it is cast in the elegant and dreamy sphere of sentiment, the taste for which is rapidly passing away before a more solid and practical style of poetical thinking, is still popular. Her writing was advancing in the more valuable qualities of composition, when her genius was so suddenly quenched. Miss Landon was the daughter of an army agent in London; losing her father in early life, her generous kindness devoted much of the emoluments of her pen to the support of her relatives. |