Star.
London, England, 1830-08-05 00:00:00

LITERARY INTSLLIGENCE.

" Fraser's Magazine," :or the present month, contains many in.
teresting articles. The Review of Dr. Kennedy's " Convirsatl.4:.
on Religion with Lord Byron," will be read with advantage by the
admirers of that anomalous genius. The "Journey from Hentlab-
stadt to Bucharest," is replete wi.h the information we expect troth
the deactiption of a country little travelled over by bookmake• s.
With the " Philoscphy of Apparitions," we do not always coin.
tide ; but it is a curious disquisition, on a curious subject. The
" Irish Tlinstrelay of Crofton Croker," does not amuse, as one
would expect. The article on the " Minor Greek Poets," contaiss
some beautiful poetical imitations from the Greek,and must taste:ea
criticism. The article on the " Slave Trade" we pass over, die.
approving of its tenets; and we may say so, generally, of Un
political articles. There is a characteristic portrait of Mr. Lock-
hart, the Editor of the " Quarterly." On the whole, we may sat
of the Number, that we like it better than the ore of last month—
particularly from its being free of the imitations of Blackwood*s
faults. As we make it a ink to review no work without taking a
compensatory toil for our Readers, we shall extract the f..llowipg
beautiful translation from Schillei., entitled—

THE MAIDEN'S LAMENT.--11v Scall.tEn.
1. 1.

Clouds fly o'er the.welkitt,
The forest oaks roar ;
Unheeding the maid sits,

Alone on the shore,
Where the wild waves are beating, all.furiotts and
And she sighs out her grief in the gloom of the night,
While the gushing teats dim her blue eye.

1. 2.

" 31y heart is not broken,
The world seems a void ;
All wi,ll for its bliss is
For ever destroyed.
Thou, Father of lleav*n, thy child's soul recall.
This earth's sweetest pleasures, Irc tast.d tie:» all.
1 have lived-1 have lured—let me die."

2. I.
Teara, flowing incessant,
Her pallid checks lave
In vain; grief restores not
The dead from the grave;
Vet say, what can peace to the fond Mart restore
When the ties which have bound to this world are no n:ore
Thou, Ileav'n, cant soothe it alone.
2. 2.
Then cease not thy sorrow
Tho' all unavailing ;
Tho' the dead we awake not,
By tears or bewailing ;
When the heart's cherished idol by death is laid low.
The sweetest employment the lone hr.:am cal, know
Is to mourn for the spirit that's flown.

DESCRIPTION OF ARMID.4.

s. E.

Never did France or Italy behold
A form to fancy and to taste so dear ;
At times the white veil dims her locks of gold ;
At times in bright relief they re-appear :
So when the stormy skies begin to clear,
Now through transparent clouds the sunshine gleams;
Now issuing from its shrine, the gorgeous sphere
Lights up the leaves, flowers, mountains, vales and stria:us.
With a diviner day— the spirit of bright beams.
Now ringlets form the flowery winds amid
The native curls of her resplendent hair ;
Her eye is fiat in self-defence, and hid
Are all Love's treasures with a miser's care;
The rival roses upon cheeks more fair
Than morning light, their mingling tints dispose.
But on her lips, trout which the amorous air
Of Paradise exhales, the crimson rose,
Its sole and simple bloom in modest beauty throws.
Crude as the grape unmellowed yet to wine,
Her bosom swells to sight ; its virgin breasts,
Smooth, soft, and sweet, like alabaster shine,
Part bare, part hid by her invidious vests;
Their jealous fringe the greedy eye arrests;
But leaves its fond imagination tree,
To sport, like doves, in those delicious nests,
And their most shadowed secrecies to see;
Peopling with blissful dreams the lively fann.sy.:
As through pure water or translusent glass
The sunbeam darts, yet leaves the crystal sound ;
So through her folded robes unruffling pass,
The thoughts to wander on forbidden ground;
There daring Fancy takes her fairy round ;
Such wondrous beauties singly to admire;
Which, in a pleasing fit of transport hound,
Sbe after faints and whispers to desire,
And with her charming talc foments the excited fire.
WIFFIN'S Torso, Canto iv.

THE ROYAL FAMILY OF FRANCE.

The following character was drawn by the late Duke of Kent t. 2
the Princes of the House of Bourbon. It was written to a friend
in the year 1811, and has just reached us :

CHARLES X.

But to begin with Louis XVIII. There is no man that ever
fell in my way who is more agreeable in conversation then h's Ma.
jesty, or who has more of erudition, classical and historical. He is.
indeed, well read in all the diversified branches of literature. 111,
brother, le Comte d'Artois, has all the eler.Ant address of the Cour',
and seems pleasant in general society ; but I suspect be is not coo.
sidered as possessing those gifts and attainments of intellect t. :-
which the King is pre.cminently distinguished.