1818.] Original and Select Poetry. Of wild regret will steal into mine eye, As, musing mid these mansions of the dead, The sweet remembrances of years gone byOf joys departed hopes for ever fledCome crowding on my mind ;-nor would I On the Author's learning that a Harp Lute Remember 'twas my gift to thee. A. A. W. STANZAS FOR MUSIC. Oh say not lady, say not so! Before another shrine, I did but court the Muses' smile- And if I seek the wreath of fame, Then say not lady, say not so! And if I ever seemed to bow Before another shrine, I did but court the Muses' smile I sang but of thy charms the while! ALARIQUE. LINES 51 "And thou, dear village, loveliest of the clime, Fain would I name thee, but I can't in rhyme!" A bard there was in sad quandary And of his wild-goose chase most weary, -- THE MOSLEM BRIDAL SONG. FROM THE ITALIAN. There is a radiance in the sky, A flush of gold, and purple dye; Night lingers in the west-the sun Floats on the sea.-The day's begun. The wave slow swelling to the shore Gleams on the green like silver ore; The grove, the cloud, the mountain's brow, Are burning in the crimson glow: Yet all is silence-till the gale Shakes its rich pinions from the vale. It is a lovely hour-though Heaven Had ne'er to man his partner given, That thing of beauty, fatal, fair, Bright, fickle-child of flame and air; His mother Mary 52 Original and Select Poetry. ? Yet such an hour, such skies above, THE MOSSY SEAT. The landscape hath not lost its look; These granite crags that frown for ever: The setting sun is brightly shining, And clouds above, and hills below, Are brightening with his golden glow! It is not meet, it is not fit, [Aug. 1. Though beauty bless the landscape stillThough woods surround, and waters lave it, My heart feels not the vivid thrill Which long ago thy presence gave it : To whisper things that once delighted: FROM THE SPANISH OF CERVANTES. Away idle sorrows, that wet With a love that scarce death could remove Or victory torn from the brow Though Fortune all our hopes hath Young Glory shall beam round my grave! thwarted, Whilst on the very stone I sit, Where first we met, and last we parted, That absent from my soul should be The thought that loves and looks to thee! Each happy hour that we have proved, Whilst love's delicious converse blended; As 'neath the twilight star we roved, Unconscious where our progress tended, Still brings my mind a sweet relief, And bids it love the " joys of grief!" What soothing recollections throng, Presenting many a mournful token, That heart's remembrance to prolong, Which then was blest- but now is broken! I cannot-Oh! hast thou forgot Our early loves?-this hallowed spot? I almost think I see thee stand; I almost dream I hear thee speaking; Thy living glance in fondness seeking 1818.] Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Dr. Franklin. “ Oh never,” she cried," can I think of enshrining An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; But yon little god, upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, sir, a friendship of him." 53 So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove: "Farewell," said the sculptor," you're not the first maiden Who came but for FRIENDSHIP, and took away LOVE! MONTHLY REGISTER OF LITERATURE, ART, AND SCIENCE. NEW PUBLICATIONS, WITH CRITICAL REMARKS. 1. Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Benjamin Franklin, LL. D. F. R. S, &c. Published by his Grandson, William Temple Franklin. Vol. III. 4to. This terminates the collection of Dr. Franklin's writings and memoirs, as pub fished from the originals, and having the advantage of his own revision. These writings are properly distributed under four heads. The first part contains those which relate to American politics, before and after the separation of the colonies from Great Britain. Part the second comprises a number of excellent papers on subjects of general policy and commerce. Part the third is purely miscellaneous, moral, and entertaining. The last portion comprehends the philosophical disquisitions and experimental observations of this extraordinary man and most sagacious inquirer. Some of the articles in this collection have been frequently printed, and others may be found scattered in old periodical publications; but the editor has acted judiciously in embodying these with those papers which are now for the first time sent into the world. In a former number we gave the author's ideas of a new theory of the earth; and we shall close this announcement with one or two extracts on subjects of general interest. The first shall be from a letter to Dr. Percival, in which the causes of mortality are considered. Speaking of a humid atmosphere, Dr. Franklin says- "Tis a curious remark, that moist seasons are the healthiest. The gentry of England are remarkably afraid of moisture and of air. But seamen, who live perpetually in moist air, are always healthy if they have good provisions. The inhabitants of Beranda, St. Helena, and other islands far from continents, surrounded with rocks against which the waves continually dashing, fill the air with spray and vapour, and where no wind can arrive that does not pass over much sea, and of course bring much moisture, these people are remarkably healthy; and I have long thought, that mere moist air has no ill effect on the constitution; though air impregnated with vapours from putrid marshes is found pernicious, not from the moisture but the putridity. It seems strange that man, whose body is composed and juices are so watery, who can swallow in great part of moist fluids, whose blood quantities of water and small beer daily, without inconvenience, should fancy that a little more or less moisture in the air should be of such importance. But we abound in absurdity and inconsistency. Thus, though it is generally allowed that taking the air is a good thing, yet what caution against air! what stopping of crevices! what wrapping up in warm clothes! what stuffing of doors and windows, even in the midst of summer! take the air; three or four persons in a Many London families go out once a day to coach, one perhaps sick these go three or four miles, or as many turns in Hyde Park, with the glasses both up close, all breathing over and over again the the same air they brought out of town with them in the coach, with the least change possible, and rendered worse and worse every moment;—and this they call taking the air. From many years observations on mysel and others, I am persuaded we are on a wrong scent in supposing moist or cold air the causes of that disorder we call a cold; some unknown quality in the air, may perhaps produce colds, as in the influenza; but generally, I apprehend they are the effect of too full living in proportion to our exercise." From the following hints on the nature of fire, it is evident that this acute experimentalist had correct notions of caloric: "I have long been of opinion, that it exists every where in the state of a subtle fluid. That too much of that fluid in our flesh, gives us the sensation we call heattoo little, cold-its vibrations, light. That all solid or fluid substances which are inflammable, have been composed of it; their dissolution, in returning to their original fluid state, we call fire. This subtle fluid is attracted by plants and animals in their growth, and consolidated; is attracted by other substances, thermometers, &c. invariably; has a particular affinity with water, We have derived much gratification from the perusal of this elegant little volume, and agree with its author, that no subject affords a finer scope to the didactic and descriptive muse, than the praise of woman. Indeed, it will be found upon inquiry, that from the earliest ages to the present time, poets have never been considered as duly qualified, until they had exhibited some signs of admiration for the fair sex; and either served, or affected to serve, a probationary term of chivalrous devotion at the shrine of that being, "Whom nature form'd to temper man." On this score Mr. Barrett will be found deserving of no small share of commen dation; for he has eulogized poetically, and we have no doubt sincerely, not any one individual Phillis or Chloe of his imagination, but the whole sex in general. Had he failed in his attempt, his good intentions would still have entitled him to our approbation; but we shall go far to prove, that the expectations, which the excellence of his subject is capable of creating in the minds of his readers, are, for the most part, fulfilled. It would be needless for us to descant I wonder why by foul-mouthed men Since it doth easily appear Why are the Graces every one Pictured as women be, [Aug. 1, If not to shew that they in grace Do more excel than we? If not to shew, that they in them Do more excel than we? Why are the Virtues every one Pictured as women be, If not to shew, that they in them Do more excel than we? * Since women are so full of worth, Mr. Barrett's poem opens with a tribute to the memory of our unfortunate Princess, in which he expressively deplores, after having wrought his votive page, "That her blue glances might the leaf illume," "How treach'rous Death has made that page untrue." Our limits will necessarily confine us to Yet e'en our own enlightened time retains Subservient woman with his horse and hounds; And pedants, who from books, not nature, The panting apprehension, quick to feel, The shrinking grace that fain would grace conceal; The beautiful rebuke that looks surprise, Ask the grey pilgrim by the surges cast On hostile shores, and numbed beneath the blast, Ask who revived him? who the hearth began Dame. This recalls forcibly to our recollection the pathetic little song by the Duchess of Devonshire on the hospitality of a negro woman to the enterprizing traveller Mungo Park: The loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast, The storm is o'er-the tempest past, are "Alive to every tender feeling, To deeds of mercy ever prone; Obliging, modest, gay, and mild, Her friendly hand refreshment gave; How sweet the coarsest food has tasted, What cordial in the simple wave! Her courteous looks-her words caressing, Shed comfort on the fainting soul; Woman's the stranger's general blessing From sultry India to the Pole!" Surely Mr. Barrett has never seen these lines, or he would not have asserted, that woman has found no champion in the field of English poetry." Certainly no one ever advocated her cause so effectually as he has done in the poem before s; but we will continue our extracts.After describing the difference of the pursuits and characteristics of each sex, 55 he goes on to shew, that women excel us She by reserve and awful meekness reigns;` Eyes, eloquent beyond the mortal tongue? Men gaze, and grow with gazing, weak as she? "Tis to command these arts against our arms, And tame imperious might with winning charms. p. 48. We wonder it should not have occurred to our author to place woman in the most interesting situation possible, by representing her as the sweet soother of our cares amid the storms of adversity, and ready to endure deep and protracted anguish for the sake of the object beloved. These beautiful lines from Marmion might have furnished him with the hint "Oh Woman! in our hours of ease, By the light quivering aspen made, Or these from Dodsley's fragment, entitled "The Wife," Does fortune smile, how grateful must it prove To tread life's pleasing round with one we love? Or does she frown? the fair with softening |