Has run its course, since first, with hope and joy,
These trembling arms receiv'd my darling boy;
Fair was the promise-harmony and grace

Sat on his polish'd limbs, and deck'd his infant face,
Till pale disease, with withering aspect came,
Blighted my blossom-smote his tender frame;
With anxious care I watch'd each passing day,
And saw his early beauties slowly fade away;
When sleep was to his tender frame denied,
And theban drugs in part its place supplied;
How did my struggling heart-with sorrow sore,
Desire thy life-yet wish thy sufferings o'er;
I thought my eye could without sorrow see,
A change, that must give certain bliss to thee;
But now, I find that 'tis no easy part,
To banish sorrow from a mother's heart!

ANNA

FAVOURITE SONGS

IN THE

BLIND GIRL.

[For an account of which, see p. 399 of this Number.]

FREDERICK, BY MR. INCLEDON.
HE Brisish tar no peril knows,

But, fearless, braves the angry deep;

The ship's his cradle of repose,

And sweetly rocks him to his sleep.

He, tho' the raging surges swell,
In his hammock swings,
When the steersman sings

Steady she goes-all's well.

While to the main-top yard he springs,
An English vessel heaves in view;

He asks, but it no letter brings

From bonny Kate, he lov'd so true.
Then sighs he for his native dell,
Yet to hope he clings,

When the seaman sings

Steady she goes-all's well.

The storm is pass'd, the battle's o'er,
Nature and man repose in peace;

Then, homeward bound, on England's shore
He hopes for joys that ne'er will cease.
And his big heart sings
While the steersman sings
Steady she goes-all's well.

SPLASH, BY MR. FAWCETT.

To tell where I've been,
Or what fair one's I've seen,
In places where I my abode took,
I'm sure it would fill

A Chancery bill,

Or as long be as Paterson's Road-book.
First at Acton and Ealing,

Their faces I'm peeling,

At Ilchester and Dorchester,
And Chichester and Portchester,
At Woolwich and Highgate,
And Dulwich and Ryegate,
At Beckington and Oakingham,
At Buckingham and Rockingham,
At Brummagem

I rummage 'em,

At Deptford and Hampton,
At Bedford and Bampton,
At Harlow and Charmouth,
And Marlow and Yarmouth,
At Dartford and Darking,
And Harford and Barking.
At Wor'ster and Chester,
And Glo'ster and Leicester,
At Teddington and Amersham,
And Paddington and Feversham,
And Holyhead and Riverhead,
Maidenhead and Leatherhead.

In chaises and four, I've rattled off to Daventry,

And many is the time that I've been sent to Coventry.

Literary Review.

The Guerras Civiles; or, The Civil Wars of Granada, and the History of the Factions of the Zegries and Abencerrages, two Noble Families of that city, to the final Conquest by Ferdinand and Isabella. Translated from the Arabic of Abenbamin, a Native of Granada, by Gines Perez de Hita, of Murcia, and from the Spanish by Thomas Rodd. Vol. I. Vernor and Hood.

TH

HE revolutions which took place in Europe during the middle ages, are involved in great darkness and obscurity. The subsequent revival of learning, indeed, rescued the events of some kingdoms from utter oblivion-Spain, in particular, has preserved a portion of her records, and the pleasing detail is presented in the volume now before us. There is, however, an air of romance running through the uarrative, but perhaps it arises from the nature of the incidents which really took place, and which cannot fail of attracting our attention.

The History is thus introduced by a paragraph in the Preface "A powerful kingdom arose in Granada, which had been peopled at the first invasion of Spain by 10,000 horsemen of Syria and Irak, the children of the most noble of the Arabian tribes, who at first made the city of Almeria the seat of government, and residence of their kings, when, in 1236, Mahomet Alhamar ascended the throne, and transferred the government to the city of Granada, making it not only the capital of his kingdom, but of all the remaining

Moorish territories in Spain. Shortly after this period Valencia, Murcia, Seville, and Andalusia were taken by King Ferdinand the III. and his successors, notwithstanding which, the city and kingdom of Granada continued to flourish for the space of 255 years, till at length weakened by intestine divisions, it could no longer withstand the attacks of the united kingdoms of Castile and Arragon, and fell a prey to the triumphant arms of Ferdinand and Isabella. This was the period of Spanish glory-the Canary Islands were conquered about the same time, and the continent of America was also discovered by Columbus."

This interesting period of history, therefore, is here detailed with spirit and brevity. But what renders the account more pleasant, is the sketch of tilts and tournaments, for which this dark age was distinguished. With these diversions even our Queen Elizabeth used to entertain herself at Westminster. The feats of this kind performed in her presence, are said to have made her eyes sparkle with joy. The greatest splendour was exhibited on these occasions-whilst the spectators beheld the most surprising feats of activity.

Our readers will find an account of these diversions in the present number-and the extract will, at the same time, recommend itself by its peculiar novelty. It is oftentimes highly gratifying to turn our eye back. on former ages, and to survey those customs and manners which, though once famous, are now consigned to forgetfulness. Such a retrospective glance will delight the imagination and improve the heart.

Ancient Ballads, from the Civil Wars of Granada, and the Twelve Peers of France. Dedicated by Permission to the Right Hon. Lady Georgina Cavendish. By Thomas Rodd. Vernor and Hood.

HE title page of this publication shews its con

Tnection with the work just reviewed, and fur

nishes us with many curious pieces of ancient poetry. The subjects are mostly of the plaintive kind, and are dictated by an enthusiasm grateful to our sensibility

We have read them with pleasure, and recommend their perusal to the readers of our Miscellany.

A fair specimen of this poetry may be given by the transcription of the Lamentations of a Moor for the Loss of Granada, (page 89). They are principally of the same kind, relating in simple and easy verse, the exploits of the civil wars, and amourous adventures of certain knights famed in story. Dr. Percy has favoured the public with a few specimens, and here the man of taste cannot fail of receiving the amplest gratification.

Lyrical Tales. By Mrs. Mary Robinson. Longman and Rees.

HIS celebrated authoress has just paid the debt of nature, and this was the last production offered by her to the public, who had honoured her other pieces, both in prose and poetry, with a favourable reception. We, at present, say nothing of her history, but shall confine our attention to the Lyrical Ballads before us. They are characterised by a tenderness and simplicity which soothe and tranquillize the heart. The subjects are in general well chosen, and decorated by those flights of fancy for which the muse of Mrs. R. has been long and deservedly esteemed. The first, All Alone, is particularly pleasing, and will be found in our poetry for next month. Others of them, which appeared in a Morning Paper, were at the time thence transferred into our work, a circumstance which will be recollected by the attentive reader. Poetical pieces of merit, from whatever quarter they come, are sure of finding a place in our Miscellany.

Calvary; or, Death of Christ. A Poem, in Eight Books. By Richard Cumberland. A new Edition, in Two Volumes. Lackington, Allen, &c.

Tfull exertion of the human powers for its due celebration. In this department of poetry MILTON

HE serious nature of the subbject demands the