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To win the last my every nerve I strain'd;
By love inspir’d, ere long I woo'd the maid,
• Thus Lacon spake, and, bending low his head,
OW Art. 27. Leander and llery, translated from the Heroic Epistles
of Ovid. With other Poems, original and translated. Crown 8vo. 25. 6d. Boards. Rivingtons. 1800.
The author of these poems is intitled to some praise for the harmony of his versification, and for the spirit which he has displayed in his translations. The principal fault, which we have remarked in him, consists in a few unnecessary inversions, which obscure the sense without improving the melody of his numbers. We select the following passages from the translation of the epistle of Leander to Hero, as a specimen of the writer's powers :
In these, os terms not much unlike, I spoke;
No stillest air unsmooth'd the calm profound;
Their Ceyx sunk beneath the watery plain.
Then, ere my spirits yet entirely fled,
Call me to bliss, and I the call obey !"
Thy clasping hand my briny ringlets dries.'
Play'd on the deep the moon's reflected gleam,' and this,
And seem'd too soon my briny task to close,' are rendered rather equivocal by the inversion.
No stillest air unsmooth'd the calm profound' is a very faulty line; and the expression of a vest supplying a limb is too inaccurate even for the licence of poetry.-The following Elegy affords a favourable specimen of the author's talents for original composition
* SOLITUDE. · SOLITUDE. On the Wish of withdrawing from civilized Life, sometimes expressed
by Men of Genius.
Fortunatorum nemorum, sedesque beatas :'
Haste, mount the vessel, guide the flying sail ;
Point the bold prow, and catch the balmy gale! • Where with bright green primæval forests glow,
Where the high arch of glittering mountains bends,
Unstain’d by Art, her peaceful children tends. • Such, OTAHEITEE! such thy golden clime,
Thy blue horizon, and thy laughing skies ;
That, in still air, unmov’d, majestic rise. • Happy ! for them the cool banana's shade
Its ample roof, and clustering fruit bestows,
In whose full cups a guiltless vintage flows.
Has view'd the sportive theft, the pleasing wile;
Heard many a vow, reflected many a smile. • Sweet, in your shades to slumber life away ;
Mark the blue Her'n stalk stately round the cove;
Or soften at the tale of artless love :
In the calm bosom of the glassy deep;
Or near some lone morai the mourner weep!
How sweet, to lay the weary frame along,
Pour in such glens some tender, serious song !
To glades, and glooms, and solitudes to run?
To sigh in shades, or batten in the sun ? For this (O dead to virtue, genius, fame!)
The polish'd walks of social life resign’d? Quench'd the deep blushes of indignant shame? Each energy, that wakes the manly mind?
Renounc'd each meed of honourable toil ?
Each youthful hope, that keeps the life-blood warm,
Of partial friendship's more prevailing charm? • Far, my lov'd country, from thy proud embrace, . From every form of great, or good, or fairOn some rude island's silent marge to pace,
And, like the pebbly current, murmur there? ! In other zones may fairer spring rejoice,
And other Autumns blush with livelier stain :
In Europe, empire, arts and freedom reign.
Of founts, whose bosom drinks the Persian beam-
Sad exile, panting for his native stream. • Vain bribes ! eternal love, eternal spring,
To him, who, 'on Calypso's magic coast,
For names, sounds, paths, delights and duties lost!
God's temples, social worship's holy light-
In dreaming solitude, and rayless night !-
(Like passing clouds that shadow o'er a waste)
No urn by any vreeping friend embrac'd ?
I mourn, that melancholy's cherish'd views
· Colouring each form with spleen's unreal hues ; ! I mourn, that love of eloquence and song,
By heaven inspir'd, should lall the studious breast,
In sullen apathy, and sordid rest!
Quarto ; and vindicatory of the Yeomanry and Catholics of the City of Cork. By Thomas Townshend, Esq. Barrister at Law, and a Member of the Irish Parliament. 8vo. Is. 6d. Booker. 1891.
This pamphlet did not fall into our hands till we had finished our review of Sir R. Musgrave's History; and we must not dissemble the pleasure which we felt, on finding our observations corroborated ty so able and well-informed a writer as Mr. Townsend. Instead of giving an abstract of these pages, we imagine that we shall render greater service in this conflict between genuine policy and Christian forbearance on one hand, and selfish views and bigotry on the other, if we let the author speak for himself. His claim to attention is thus briefly but strongly stated : I have my information from my own personal observation; the Author of the Quarto from prejudiced rumour.'
The following passages support the above assertion, while they afford a testimony highly honourable to the objects of the writer's praise :
• Immediately on the breaking out of the rebellion, I was appointed Counsel to the General who commanded in the southern district, and who resided at Cork. The peculiar features which distinguished the last, from all former rebellions ; the mixture of conspiracy and conflict, of mysterious initiations, and of open array, made it justly supposed by the government that legal assistance was necessary in searching after those more tranquil and concealed, though not less dangerous and wicked characteristics of the treason. His Majesty's General, with whom I had the honour to act during the whole of that unfortunate period, ought not to be lightly passed by. He ex. ercised a discretion so sound; a temper so moderate, and yet so firm.; a regard to the shedding of blood so scrupulous; and a force of de: cision in dealing with guilt so effectual and exemplary; and was withal so unbiassed by his prejudices, so unadvised by his passions, and so patient in his investigations between guilt and innocence, that a man better fitted for the awful duties committed to him could not be selected from any class in the community. It would be injustice
not to say that his successor, to this day, has fully emulated so noble opy an example.'-- To advise and confer with the General on all occa.
sions, to examine informers, digest their informations, and investigate and arrange concurrently with him, was an important share of my duty.'
We fully concur in this equally just and spirited remark; "That any man can be found, who, in the present mind of Europe, looks for the causes of popular disquiet in the theological fustian of the thirteenth century, is not less than a miracle ! In this triumphant day of a shameless and presumptuous Atheism, to impeach the most general profession of Christianity, the religion of all the crowns and cabimets of all the kingdoms of the continent of Europe, as the cause of blood and treason in Ireland, is, to my humble mind, an intellectual irregularity beyond the adjustment of reason.'
The subsequent piece of information is as interesting as it is satis. factory :