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With the fire of the spirit-the frenzy of wine !
Which throws o'er the pale pearl its splendour divine.
Led by thee bright inspirer! from anger's stern grasp
I dare snatch the red steel, and bid love's finger's clasp
The weapon now harmless, for high above danger
Thy finger divine guides the eloquent ranger!
All secrets and wonders by thee are revealed,
And nought from the cup-bearer's knowledge concealed.
Oh! spirit of glory! possessed by thy sway,
No night ever clouds me, eternally day
I revel in brightness-cold prudence hath vanished,
And earth with its dullness and grossness is banished.
Woe! woe, to the wretch who hath never resigned

To thee, sovereign of rapture, his soul, and his mind ! We are particularly pleased by the generality of these poems. They are all good, but some possess all the magic of the most musicial versifications, and are very beautiful and original. The author has not succeeded equally well in his romances; his imitations of the old Spanish romances have many faults, and contain besides, some very tedious digressions, neither is 'El buen Conde,' properly translated, by 'good Count.' Buen here means noble. We hope, however, this poet will fulfil the promise which he makes in his “Epilogue to Friends ;' but in the mean time, we cannot possibly agree with him in the opinion which he expresses, that poetry is only valuable when it disposes the mind to piety; this idea, beautiful and sublime as it may appear, is in reality, partial, and circumscribed ; according to this doctrine, all the glowing and magnificent poetry of India and Persia, possesses no true poetical value (at best only historical value); and a pious spiritual song of the 19th century, must exceed in merit all the productions of Homer, and Sophocles! to what mistaken judgments such ideas may lead us, we have lately in Pustkuchen's opinions of Goethe, been furnished with a most lamentable proof.

The poems of H. Heine, are distinguished by a more forceful energy ; the outbreakings of the fire, and vehemence of a youthful and vigorous spirit, struggling to give vent to its feelings, in that strong yet natural mode of expression which is at present so much to the popular taste. Vigorous as his genius undoubtedly is, it can bend gracefully to the trammels of the sonnet, without losing any of the originality of its own manner. His favourite subject is the infidelity of his mistress, over which he pours the most stormy complaints, and recurs to it in all possible modes and shapes. The Images of Sleep,' the amatory songs, and the romances have all the same idea. The volume contains many pathetic and impassioned poems, more particularly the · Bridal Night,' and the Church-yard,' the style of which, however, is a little too exuberant. The Images of Sleep,' have a dark northern colouring; the romances have much originality both in form and invention. In some few of the livelier, satire and wit are very happily blended, the best is the humourous song of the · Ducats.' Of the sonnets, the following, we give entire as a specimen of the ease, with which the author trifles with this kind of writing :

THE DRAGON ROCK.
Stormed was the castle in the midnight hour,
And rushing onward fierce the warriors sung
Their country's triumphs, as the Beacon flung
Its dying rays upon the falling tower.

When, as to Germany we drank around,
Lo! on the ruins stood a spectre pale
And armed shades, thin plumed heads round him vail
And women shaped of mist, swept by our ranks and frowned.
And loud the north storm howled' and furious came,
Mixed with foul hootings, thunderbolts, and flame
And shrieks of anguish scared the desperate bold.
Amid these horrors, watched I through the night
On the lone rock, and with the morning's light

Went home, rheumatic, with a dreadful cold! Annexed are some translations from Lord Byron's works. The first scene of Manfred is so beautifully rendered that we earnestly hope he will finish the whole poem in the same splendid manner.

POETRY FROM WOODSTOCK.

BY THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY.

Just as we were closing up our pages, we were favoured with a peep into the Author of Waverley's New Novel; from which we extract the following

verses :

AN HOUR WITH THEE.

An Hour with Thee! when earliest day,
Dapples with gold the eastern Grey,
Oh what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold,
And sad remembrance of the old ?

An Hour with Thee.

One Hour with Thee! when burning June
Waves his Red Flag at pitch of noon :
What shall repay the faithless swain,
His labour on the sultry plain;
And more than cane or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow?

One Hour with Thee.

IJI.
One Hour with Thee! when the sun is set,
Oh, what can teach me to forget;
The thankless labours of the day ;
The hopes, the wishes flung away;
The increasing wants, and lessening gains,
The master's pride, who scorns my pains ?

One Hour with Thee. .

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The newspapers of the last few weeks teem with biographies of Pinkerton, the geographer; although there was much of mere book-making in this author's works, still he was unquestionably an able and ingenious man. His work on medals evinced considerable talent and research, and his splendid modern Atlas eclipsed every thing of the kind that had preceded it. We are sorry to add that he died in great poverty and distress at Paris.

All the Critical Journals from the Quarterly Review, downwards seem to be agreed as to the merits of the admirable little volume, entitled - Six Months in the West Indies.' It presents the only fair and impartial view of West India Slavery that has yet been given to the British public; a view widely at variance with that delineated at the late various public meetings throughout England, by the righteous over much' ultra Philanthropists of the African Society.

A Greenock newspaper mentions the discovery of a curious piece of antiquity in a quarry (Auchmead), which is being wrought in that part of Scotland. It is described to be a silver or mixed-metallic horse-shoe, connected with a petrifaction of wood, and both embedded 5 feet deep in the solid rock. This situation refers it to a period so remote, that even an antediluvian existence is attributed to it.

Dr. P. A Nuttall has just published an edition of Virgil's Buclogues, with an interlineal translation, and a treatise on Latin versification. We can conscientiously declare that we are not acquainted with so useful an elementary work of the kind as this. The treatise on Latin versification contains more valuable information, simply and perspicuously conveyed, than is to be found in all our old grammars put toge. ther. There are few subjects in which people are so absurdly bigotted as school books, (witness the sale of one half the elementary books now before the public) or the merits of Dr. Nuttall's volume would speedily ensure for it universal adoption in our public as well as private seminaries.

The present · London Lion' is Carle Von Weber; and all the world and his wife are running to hear his very delightful opera of Oberon. It is not, we believe, generally known, that the public is indebted for the introduction of Weber's music into this country, to Mr. Brockedon, the artist; who being struck with the beauty of some of it which he heard while travelling on the continent, brought it over, and made Mr. Arnold acquainted with its merits. The score of Der Freischutz was subsequently obtained, and the opera was brought out at the English Opera House in that superior style which at once stamped it with popularity.

On the 17th of last month, the pictures, drawings, and sketches of the French Painter, David, were sold in Paris. The catalogue, drawn up by M. Pérignon, is extremely interesting; it mentions the Mars disarmed by Venus; the Andromache weeping for Hector ; the Apelles painting Campaspe; the Buonaparte at Mount St. Bernard; with several other pictures of the principal events in the life of Na. poleon ; besides numerous sketches and studies made during the artist's residence in Rome. Among the modern subjects, is the drawing of the Tennis-court, several portraits, and two pictures of the members of the Legislative Assembly, and of the Convention. David was one of the most sanguinary ruffians of the Legislative Assembly, if he be not grossly belied.

The Northern Society at Leeds, intend having an Exhibition this year, composed of both Modern and Ancient Pictures. Mr. Fawkes, of Farnley Hall, has, we un. derstand, already offered in the handsomest terms, as many of the splendid Paintings and Drawings by Turner, which enrich his collection, as the Society may wish to exhibit. The Gallery will open in July. This is the best Institution of the kind out of London. If Manchester, instead of expending all its money upon a building, had, in the first instance- formed an Institution to occupy it, it might have had some chance of rivalling its neighbour ; as it is, it can never be expected to possess an Institution half as likely to benefit the Fine Arts as the one in question.

There is about to be published, in one volume 8vo., the narrative of a tour through Hawaii, or Owhyhee ; with an account of the geology, natural scenery, productions, volcanoes, &c. &c.; history, superstitions, traditions, manners and customs of the inhabitants of the Sandwich Islands; a grammatical view of their language, with specimens ; the account given of the death of Captain Cook by the natives, and biographical notices of the late King and Queen, who died in London. By W. Ellis, missionary from the Society and Sandwich Islands. We trust this volume will be free from the cant usually to be met with in publications emanating from British missionaries.

The Lord Chancellor has been sitting to Sir Thomas Lawrence for his full-length portrait. The painting is said to be for the King.

The subject of the Seatonian prize poem for the present year is The Transfiguration. The subjects for the present year are, for the Members' Prizes for Senior Bachelors : Quales fuerunt antiquorum Philosophorum de animi immortalitate opiniones, et ex quânam origine ductæ ?-Middle Bachelors : Quibusnam præcipue artibus recentiores antiquos exsuperant?

A. M. Lagnel has constructed a machine, which is at present at work on the Rhone, by which he contrives to tow vessels against the stream at the rate of three quarters of a league in the hour; the ordinary rate of vessels towed by horses being two leagues and a half, or three leagues in a day. He has presented a model of his machine, on the scale of an inch to a foot, to the French Academy of Sciences.

Dr. Holland states, that when travelling in Iceland he heard one of Mozart's : melodies played and sung by an Icelandic girl, and that some months afterwards he - heard the very same air sung to the guitar by a Greek lady, at Salonica. Yet the

son of that immortal genius, who has dispensed delight from one extremity of Europe to the other, and still rules the entranced senses of millions, Charles Mozart, is a poor music-master at Milan !

The specimens of natural history brought home in the Blonde are intended for the British Museum, and consist of geological specimens, together with a few specimens of silver and copper ore from Coquimbo, Chili, and a specimen of tungsten from South Shetland ; also an interesting series of volcanic rocks, lava, and sulphur, from the Galapagos, and from the interior of the crater of the volcano Pali, in Owhyhee. There are above one hundred varieties of birds, chiefly from Chili, with a few from the Sandwich and other Islands in the Pacific. Insects, shells, and marine subjects from the coast of America and the Sandwich Islands, constitute the remainder of the collection.

The Croakers have testified, (as · Mause Headrigg did in the grass-market') against the cost of the late purchases for the National Gallery. They think £9000. too much, forsooth; and seem to consider that their tastes ought to have been consul. ted on the occasion. On the other hand, by all persons who have the smallest pretension to any acquaintance with the Fine Arts, they are considered cheap. Each diurnal and weekly scribe finds something to cavil at; the Titian is too blue, the Caracci too black, and the Coreggio, a copy !—The Times and Herald differ upon the subject. But this they do on every thing that is national. John Bull considers he has a prescriptive right to abuse every thing, from the national King, Church, and Constitution, to the national Gallery. Would that such hyporcritics were hung on its walls, as warnings to other birds of ill-omen. The three paintings lately obtained for this Institution are by Poussin, Annibal, Caracci, and Titian.

A splendid collection of paintings, the property of Lord Berwick and other ama. teurs, has been disposed of by auction within these last few days. The pictures were about two hundred in number. The principal picture was an historical composition of Rubens—The Continence of Scipio, an absurd subject for an artist to choose, since it is one of that class which is impossible to express by the pencil; this, however, was always of the least importance to Rubens, provided he could make a picture splendid and harmonious in colouring, which he has most successfully done in the present instance. The picture is from the Orleans' collection, and appears to have been painted about the same time with those of the Luxembourgh at Paris. This was reserved for the last day's sale.-A picture, which excited much interest, was a Virgin ard Child, by Murillo, "long distinguished as a chef d'euvre in the Santa Cruz collection, and for which Lord Berwick gave two thousand five hundred pounds. This was knocked down to a dealer for five hundred guineas. Mr. Phillips stated, that there was a similar one in the possession of Marshal Soult, for which the Marshal asked eight thousand guineas. Our directors of the National Gallery were in fact lately treating with the Marshal for the purchase of it. The Murillo is admirable for its composition and fine tone of colours, but the characters have a defect very common in this artist's work-vulgarity. This is more apparent in the Child, probably because we more expect a divine air.

A most beautiful Fete Champetre, by Watteau, in his highly finished manner, · and resembling in its tones those inthe possession of his Majesty, fetched twenty-two

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