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SUPPLEMENT TO THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD. are passages of rare beauty to be met with in it. One in particular seems new, fragrant, and glow ng. A banquet and ball have been given by Maud's father, to which the hero has not been invited ; but in promise of meeting him when the festal bands are gone, she drops a rose-bud in the rivulet, which wafts it to his feet. He waits for, and, while waiting, thus apostrophises her : Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come-into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are es afted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, - Beginning to faint in the light that she loves, On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and . to die. All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon ; All night has the casement jessamine stirred To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon. I said to the lily, " There is but one With whom she has heart to he gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and load on the stone The last wheel echoes away. I said to the rose, "The brief night goes In babble and revel and wine. 0 young lord-lover ' what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine ? - But mine, but mine," so i sware to the rose, "For ever and ever, mine." And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall; • And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood that is dearer than all; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed ou the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one ; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate ; .The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near ;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late ;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear ;" And the lily whispers, " I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet : Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and heat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. This is the point on which the catastrophe turns. The brother, who is typified by Mr. Tenny son somewhat singularly as an " Assyrian bull," beccmes acquainted with the intended meeting, appears at the garden gate, insults and strikes his sister's lover. This gives rise to the duel already referred to, with its doubly fatal con, sequences. As a whole, this volume will not elevate its author to a higher pedestal than that on which he previously stood, and some may even doubt whether it will even do much to sustainhim in the proud position he had previously attained ; yet it breathes a freshness and natural ness 'of passion, and is adorned with 'so many simple graces, and enriched with so much of lustrous beauty, that it is welcome, doubly wel come, as a contrast to the horde of pretentious rubbish which late years have thrown upon the world under the lofty name of poetry. The War, from the Landing at Gallipoli to the Death of Lord Raglan. By W. H. Russell. London : Routledge and Co. This volume is a reprint of the ably-written and widely-read letters which, from time to time, appeared in the columns of the Times newspaper, from the intrepid and well-qualified correspondent of that journal at the seat of war. Such a volume, though invaluable as a diary of events, accom panied by off-hand remarks on those events, as , they appeared to an intelligent observer, is valuable in a high degree. It may well be doubted, however, whether the abundant publicity the let ters acquired in the piecemeal freshness of their original publication, was not in itself sufficient to ensure all the purposes for which they were written. In that form and manner they testified abundantly to the assiduity, skilful observation,, and fearless independence of their author. His integrity of narrative and purpose received ample and appalling confirmation from individuals not likely to step out of their way for the purpose of corroborating Mr. Russell in his statements. Above all, their efficacy in leading to a correction of those errors, mistakes, and abuses, which, he was the unwilling though voluntary denouncer of, was such as to have fully secured for them and him all the honour and all the dignity to which, in their present shape, they can lay claim. In this view of the case, it may well be made a question, how fir their present publication was called for. As a literary work it will rather lessen than extend his fame. As a man wielding and ably wielding the pen of a ready writer, he already stood so high as to need no adventitious aid, and adventitious aid . alone is all his reputation in that respect can gain from the re-issue of his letters. Had he delayed the publication till time and con venience enabled him to lay before the world a systematized narrative of the events he was wit ness to, and the results which have arisen from them, his great ability, shrewdness, and abundant opportunities of tracing effects to their causes would have enabled him to render valuable service to his country, in the way both of precept and example. This would also have enabled him to do more justice to his reputation as a man of letters and reflection, than the mode he has adopted. The choice of delay and permanent value;or of celerity and evanescent fame, was within his reach, and he has chosen the latter ; the issue he has challenged he may yet regret. The world having already and so recently passed a favour able judgment on his labours in the character under which they appeared, those labours call for no further present remark than the expression of a hope, that they may meet with a large share of that reward which he seems to think, and pro bably with justice, as preferable to fame. The History of England, from the Accession of George 111. to the Accession of Queen Victoria. By the Rev. T. S. Hughes, 8.D., late Canon of Peterborough. London : George Bell. This admirable reprint of the continuation of Hume and Smollett, with which it is printed uni formly, has now reached the sixth volume of its monthly issue, and still for elegance and - accural which it started. Two , : plete the series, and presk tit:mous-history of Englank Julius Caesar almost to tit edition, which is very el, with a profusion of beau: tire engravings, is tasteful 7 at a price so moderate- within the reach of all clai of the present work brisk the end of 1815, closing. state of literature and the period. The Dublin University James M'G The Dublin, for Angus paper, " The-Rail in Cana, review is presented of the in. relation to the governm dian possessions. The rer is rather to elucidate the the colony than to illustr ways within its boundaries than incidentally touch, .article is a, continuation mirable series, " The Drama, land," in which the thew author's well-known zeal taste. This series, when valuable addition to the land, and a scarcely less to the more voluminous ect i It is well conceived and ably 0 3 t) • this ,paper succeeds a capital a fdi toy essay on " Our Sea Songs: at Sep t 0 , favourite theme, and. at the Pr e ' si o'f. c ely peculiarly apposite. In this c, s o et i os V to have been expected, the songs al w ,;ico ° ,,r ter of Charles Dibden occupy . a eoll s r ei o s , l ' While the essayist gives unmistat-.0.0504 of an earnest desire to do, full .41 questionable merits of many of strikes us that, unintentional) bard and the effusions of his ] unfair and over-severe ordeal. mates and insists on the men the songs in question as liter gards them, in a great degree,. fidelity and success as literal we submit is scarcely fair to di' artists, he is entitled to be es tinl measure, by the success whic , execution of his design. fib' to portray the life of a sailoi man-of-war sailor, in pleasing the ulterior object being, as and as his patrons believed, to volunteers for the royal navYi unpopular branch of the Pu object the essayist neither del but rests his condemnation ni• rations of the pictures, an d di; literary proprieties. 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