The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-04-01

HTHE MAIDEN AND MARRIED LIFE OF MARY
POWELL, AFTERWARDS MISTRESS MILToN"-D.
Apptstoa s Co. New York.-Well done, Messrs
Appleton & Co.! This is d jewel, indeed, which
you have selected for yr ur Library in cherry
ored bindingl We commend it to our modern Ia
dies. The simple narration OF the daily events in
her life BY Mrs. Milton is refreshing at this day OF
fashion and afectation This Is the Mrs. Milton to
whom Byron aliudes:
Milton s the Prince of poets--so we say;
little heavy, but no less divine
An independent being in his day
Learned pious temperate in love and wine;
But his life falling into Johnson's way,
We're told this great high priest OF ali the nine
Was whipt at Coleg5-a harsh slTe-odd spouse,
For the first Mrs. Milton quit his house.
The match was not good one. Mrs. NJ was not
exactly the person for paradise Lost" She was
woman of considerable personal beauty and very
sensible and observant as her narrative shews;
noble consort for the practical man OF the world;
but not well mated with the poet and politician
However, after absenting herself for time from
house where she under restraint painful to
her cheerful and lively disposition she showed her
sense of duty by submissively returning and taking
her place a wife.
Itisa pleasure to turn the pages of this art
less diary, that will perhaps Re always compan.
ion of the works Of Milton. What can exceed in
unaffected grace the description of the first inter-
view of Miss Powell with MIR Milton9
"After Mother had lett, went into the Paddock, to
feed the Colts with Bread; and while they were put.
ting their Noses into Robi4s Pockets, Dick brought
OUT the two Ponies aud set me of them, and
we had mad Scamper through the Meadows and
down the Lanes; l leading Just at the Turne Of
H0tford's Close came shorte upon Gentleman
walking under the Hedge, clad in sober, genteel
Suit and of most beautiful Countenance, with Hair
like Woman's, of lovely pale brown, long and
silky falling over his shoulders. l neariie went
over him, Tor Cgoyers hard Forehead knocked
agaynst his Chest but he stoode it like Rock and
lookinge tirste at and then at Dick, he smiled
and spoke to my Brother, who seemed to know
him. and turned about aid walked by us, sometimes
stroaking C0Ucr's shaggy Name. l telte little
ashamed tor Dick had set me on the Poney just
as was, nv Gown somewhat too shorte for riding:
however, | drewe up my Feet and let CIorer nib
BILE little Grasse, and then got rounde to the
Side. our new Companion stille between US. He
offered me some wild Flowers, and askt me THERE
Names; and when tolde them, he sayd | knew
more than he did though he accounted himselfe
prettie tayre Botanste: and we went ON thus talk
ing OF the Herbs and Simpes in the HeCges and
| sayd how prettie some OF THERE Names were, and
that methought though Adam had named ale the
Animals in Paradise, perhaps Eve had named ale
the Flowers. be lookt earnestiie at me, this and
muttered prette." Then Dick askt of him News
from London, ana he spoke, methought reserved
lie; ever and anon turning his bright, tnoughtfue
Eyes on me- AT length, We partea at the Turn ut
the Lane
askt Dick who he was, and he told me he was
one Mr.. John Milton"
We are indebted to Messrs. Nash & Woodhouse
for copy of this very acceptable present.