The Sun.
London, England, 1814-07-16 00:00:00

THE SUN REVIEW.

(No. XI.)
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN :
.4 Poo)! in Two Paris—By Mrs. GRANT, of Laggan.

Printed' by RALLANtYNE, for LONGMAN, HURST, REES,ORMZ
• and Bitows E—pp..l 46, Octal' o.

As we have before persued some poetic labours
of a Lady; who bears the same name with the fair
Author of the present Work, we conclude chat it
conies from tlic-sume pen, though there is no in-
timation giveu in the Title page. The Work be-
fore us is characterized by good sense and poetic
'feeling,. but -it is of too excursive a description
for the-limited period which its title imports, and
even of that period, it but transiently notices the
extraordinary event.% which it involved. The
flights of the author are,' however, more agree-
able perhaps than it she kad attempted •an.histo-
tical narrative of matters which have been re-
peatedly given to the .world through every literary
channel. The Allied Monarchs do not pass with-
out distinct- and merited commendation, and her
patriotic sense of
.justice induces her to he not
.less zealous to deck the brows of British Heroes,
Particularly the glorious De!iverer of Portugal and.
Spain, who has recently been raised by the illus-
trious Head of our Government, to the highest
honours .which a subject can obtain.
3n the course of her progress, Mrs. GRANT ad-
verts to the state of other countries, and
.gives
the tollowing-portr4it of THE INQUISITION.. She
expressly triers to that which exists in Portugal,
but it will serve'to characterize the samelnstitu-
tion, as it 'has been 'so Strangely. revived in
,spai , • .

From the Cimmerian depth of papal gloom,
Where never light or liheral thought found room,
Armed 'wit h Lie terrors of iniernal thime,
In dreadful pomp the Inquisition came :
The wizard's glance benumbs the human powers,
Blights Beanty's bloom, and withers Fancy's dowers;
ill wide and-wider spreads th' et-Ile:eh/ling charm,
Unnerving- Valour's breast, and Labour's arm ; -
Fame, empire, arts, and genins past away,
The land supine in belpie,s torpor lay.
Though groves Hesperia!), rich in fragrance, bloom,
Aud till the balmy air with waste perfume;
Though lavish clusters load the frequent vine,
And cloudless suns with tempered radiance shine;
For theta in rain the golden range glow-ed;
Fur them in vain the vinous neetar.flowed ;
And gales that check disease, and soften pain,
Breathed fresh, or whispered soft, for them in vain.
Thus low they lay, deject awl forlorn,
Of friends the pity, anti of toes the scorn.

The following passage pathetically expresses
the feelings which every loyal subject must ex-
perience, in reflecting that our venerable Mo-
narch, who so well deserves the reward of know-
ing the glorious effects ofthe wise:system whidt
be adopted, and firmly persevered in supporting,
should be inveloped in. a menial cload, that hides
from his sight what is such a source of happiness
to his country and all Europe.
ROund Britain's coasts though sounds of triumph ring,
No voice of triumph reaches Britain's king!
Thrown o'er the royal saint, behold with awe
That Veil'whiai guardian angels long to draw ;
Not d .Doled on earth to see what millions share,
- - The glorious,issue of his granted pruy'r.
Thus the week leader of thc.elmsen hand, •
Who sought through toilsoine years the Promised Land ;
Thotigh Heaven to guide his tedious march allow'd
The shining pillar; and the shadowing cloud, .. -
Though opening. rocks coolest his. i.teot
And though all radiant with th' G051,4'.
The Wondering trite; avert their daztled gaze,
Tillthrirugh the veil appear the soften'd zap,.
•A distaot view-alone delights Ilk eyes, •
Ills home and his reward are in the skies.

- Our Poetess gives a favourable niche in .filer
Temple, to many of onr modern .ards, and
anion...others to WALTEnLcovr, CAMPI3F,Lf. and
SOUTHEY,• but as her character of Loyd By Roll is
most distinct and appropriate, we :shall conclude,
for the T;re3ent, with a part of what she says of
,
.this celebrated LAB REST of MISANTHROrI.
No 'tits the port of the joyless breast,
That restless wanders without hope of rest;
Who paints the sad voluptuary's fate,
N'lRde too soon happy, and made wise toclate.
While loy, fresin mere satiety, espires, •
Streteli'd on the ashes of extiuguisletk fires;
Forlorn in ghastly apathy he lies,
And views last pleasures with ttlihorrent eyes.
Nature to him presents a dreary r"-1,
Or lavish waste of beauties unenjoy'd
Amidst the paths of Peace he 'meets Despair,
Park fogs seen, thickning in the tnisty air, • .
Through Which his kst delights like angry phautonis glare.
In vain the pions or the moral page,
_Welt With the labours of the saint or sage,
Have shed refreshing•llews o'er fiery Toftb!,
Or shew'd Prosperity the ways of Truth ;
Experience, in her more per,nasive strain,
Here echoes hack the pr::asher,“ Ali
Had Dives, front the dark ;thinks below,
Broke forth to tell the story of his woe,
Zit ith voice of agony his pangs proclainea,
And 'ail the horct/r4 Of.blii state.e'xplain'd,
NO stronger lesson could- his brethren see, •
.`rhan thine, unhappy Harold; find- iii thee !
Not all the woes of guilty souls combined,
lis,cred thy t' leafless desert of the mind.",