The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-06-21 00:00:00

A POET'S HISTORY.

POEMS, BY ALEXANDER SMITH.")

His was not that Inv

its soul was rich ;

That comes on men with their beards
And this his hook unveils it, as the night
Her panting, wealth of stars. The world was cold,
And he went down like a lone ship at sea;
And now the fame that scorned him while he lived
Waits cn him like a menial.
When the dark dumb Earth
Lay on her back and watched the shining stars,
A soul from its warm body shuddered out
To the dim air and trembled with the cold;
Through the waste air it passed as swift and still
As a dream passes through the lands of sleep,
Till at the very gates of spirit-world
'Twas asked by a most worn and earnest shape,
That seemed to tremble on the coming word,
About an orphan Poem, and if yet
A Name was heard on earth.

LITERATURE.

.t:tooxs FOR REVIEW, &c.—Books, New Prints, Music, &c.
intended for review, may he left at Mr. C. Mitchell's, Red-
lion-court, Fleet-street, London, addressed "to the Editor
of the LIVERPOOL STANDARD," when they will be forwarded
and receive attention.

Chambers' Edinburgh Journal. Liverpool : Orr.
The part just published contains some very enter-
taining narratives, amongst which we may mention
" The Chemist's Shop at the Corner," the scene of
which is laid in Liverpool, but the names of per-
sons and streets being fictitious, it has no other
local connection. It also contains some account of
San Francisco, 1\ otes on the Caffres, an Australian
food, a visitor in Texas, and an adventure with the
giants of Patagonia.

SERIALS FOR JUNE.—The new number of The
Bulwark concludes the second volume of that
useful and earnestly-written periodical, which, we
are happy to know, has attained a circulation in
some degree commensurate with the aim for which
it was established, and the ability with which it is
conducted.—The ninth number of The Scottish
Educational and Literary Journal is characterised
by that excellence which has distinguished its pre-
decessors. The usual literary letter from the me-
tropolis is omitted ; but the agreeable " Vacation
Recollections," and the neatly-compiled sketch of
George Buchanan, lend a lightness to pages which
might otherwise be destitute of general interest.
—The Christian Family Adrocate, now thirteen
_months old, still breathes the fine spirit of piety
and earnestness infused into its pages by the fair
editor, Mrs. Catherine Ponsonby. Those passages
on the life of an English clergyman are, of them-
selves, sufficient to secure for this excellent serial a
large measure of encouragement and support.
..--The Protestant 3lagazine is still an excellent re-
cord
of the efforts which are made in the month
to forward the good work of overthrowing Anti-
ohrist. It is a powerful engine of the Protestant
Association, under the direction of whose com-
mittee it has now been published during many
eventful years.—A somewhat tender periodical,
called Home Thoughts, seems to have perished amid
the untimely snows of May, as we expected. There
is a species of domestic literature run wild, for the
spread of which Mrs. Ellis is sadly.to blame, and
we heartily sigh for its extinction, and the substi-
tution of a literature more wholesome and sub-
stantial.—Diogenes goes on improving. The tone
is, we fancy, more genial; and in its pages we find
fewer insinuations against literary opponents than
were published in the earlier numbers.—The Cheer.
fut Visitor, although its price has been raised,
appears to keep its ground, and a marked improve-
ment is visible in its recent numbers, which are
well suited for the young.—The Home Companion
is improved vastly—not only in the mechanical
department, but also in respect of the literary
management. When we take into consideration
the character of the engravings, and the letter.
press, we have no hesitation in pronouncing this the
cheapest penny periodical of the age. Mr. Harrison
Ainsworth, the novelist, has commenced in this
part an historical romance, entitled "The Star-
Chamber," which is full of stirring interest ; and,
among the more solid contributions we perceive a
well-written and profusely illustrated sketch of the
City of Manchester.—The Educational Expositor,
the fourth number of which has been newly issued
by the Messrs. Longman, contains many admirable
articles, written with force and ability. Especially
pleased have we been with those on the social con-
dition of the schoolmaster, on method as applied to
education, and on the plan of lectures on English
literature. The schoolmasters of England never
before had the opportunity of supporting such a
worthy representative of their important class; and
we trust they will do their duty to themselves and to
the projectors of the Expositor.—Hogg's Instructor
appears for the last time as a weekly publication 5
in future the magazine will be published only in a
monthly form. The address of the publisher
would appear to indicate a change in the style and
treatment of the contents; and the admirers of one
of the most useful serials of the day may look
for numerous improvements in the succeeding
issues. We heartily wish Mr. Hogg all the success
which his spirit and talent so well merit at the
hands of the reading public, both in England and
his own country.
NEW Music.—From J. Barratt, 16, Soho-square,
London, we have a new ballad, entitled " She is
lost to us now," from the pen of George Linlev,
who has set his lines to music. The song has been
written and composed for Miss Steele, to whom it
is dedicated, and to that lady it will, no doubt, be
interesting. More we cannot say.—D'Almaine and
Co., 20, Soho-square, London, have during the
past month published a spirited song, from the pen
of W. H. Montgomery, " I'll away to Canada,"
designed to illustrate an interesting passage in
Mrs. Stowe's novel ; Mrs. Mackinlay's song,
" Smile on Me," which has been rendered popular
by its real merit and the singing of Miss Birch;
" La Victoria, valse brillante," composed by T. E.
Spinney for Messrs. D'Almaine and Co.'s royal
piano-forte ; and the " Mother Heart," a touching
ballad, from the pen of Frederick Enoch, a young
English poet of promise, who, although scarcely ;
out of his teens, has in the pages of Tait and else-
where
given sweet verses to the world, which have
sank deep into the hearts and gained the lasting
esteem of many of his countrymen.