And some in halls of lordly state,
Who yet are homeless, desolate.
The warrior's home is tented plain;
The sailor's, on the stormy main;
The maiden's, in her bower of rest;
The infant's, on his mother's breast.
But where thou art, is home to me,
And home without thee cannot be.

There is no home in halls of pride:
They are too high, and cold, and wide.
No home is by the wanderer found:
'Tis not in place; it hath no bound.
It is a circling atmosphere

Investing all the heart holds dear; ·
A law of strange attractive force,
That holds the feelings in their course.
It is a presence undefined,

O'ershadowing the conscious mind,
Where love and duty sweetly blend,
To consecrate the name of friend.
Where'er thou art, is home to me,
And home without thee cannot be.
'My love, forgive the anxious sigh-
I hear the moments rushing by,
And think that life is fleeting fast,
That youth with us will soon be past.
Oh, when will time, consenting, give
The home in which my heart can live.
There shall the past and future meet,
And o'er our couch, in union sweet,
Extend their cherub wings, and show'r
Bright influence on the present hour.
Oh, when shall Israel's mystic guide,
The pillar'd cloud, our steps decide,
Then, resting, spread its guardian shade
To bless the home which love has made?"
Daily, my love, shall thence arise
Our hearts' united sacrifice;

And home indeed a home will be,

Thus consecrate and shared with thee.'

Art. 16. The Two Broken Hearts; a Tale.

Andrews. 1823.

No inconsiderable share of poetic feeling is manifested in this tale, which is at the same time very creditable to the author's powers of versification. The following lines, descriptive of the connection between the antient systems of mythology and the peculiar scenery of the countries in which they had their origin, will give a favorable idea of his talents :

And thus, in those fair climes where summer light
Is showered in bounteous glory, clear and bright,

And

And airs breathe balmy o'er each blossomed grove,
And blue and boundless as the heaven above,
The sea swells softly to the shore, and lies

Where vine-crowned cliffs of snow-white marble rise,
In still repose, forgetful of its flow;

Where fig and laurel, vine and olive, grow
In rich profusion where the citron flowers
Mingle with golden fruit in self-wreathed bowers
And joy appears in things inanimate,

To soothe the gloomy hours of earthly fate;
Where, lured from gorgeous roofs to that vast dome
Which lends to all mankind its ample home;
Where, won from silken couches to the bed
Of soft green turf, by bounteous nature spread,
O'er wood and vale o'er hill and flowery field
Dispersed where'er the sheltering thickets yield
Their lone umbrageous calm - o'er Tempè's vale,
The Grecian shepherds wooed each passing gale;
Where no unhallowed murmur dare intrude
To startle nature in her solitude;

And all was still and noiseless as a dream,
Or the lone halcyon brooding o'er the stream,
Till silence became eloquent, and spoke.
In voiceless things, and answering tones awoke.
The star that trembles on the evening sky
The harbinger that heralds morn on high
Won a new being; fountain, cave, and flower,
Became instinct with life and living power,
And fancy lent, in her bewildering dream,
Nymphs to the grot, and naïads to the stream.

The crag o'er whose stern brow the clustering vine,
With blushing fruitage warm, delights to twine,
Imaged Silenus' rugged face; the breeze
Borne through the grove with swelling melodies,
Revealed the sylvan Pan's wild minstrelsy ;...
And the white foam that skirts the summer sea,
Rising with sportive splendour o'er the wave
And silvery sands, to love's warm fancy gave
The form of beauty's queen; the sudden storm,
Whose arrowy bolts the face of day deform,
Set forth the might of Heaven's eternal lord,

And Jove, the thunderer, frowned — and earth adored."

A few explanatory historical notes are added.

Art. 17. Inesilla; or, the Tempter, a Romance; with other Tales. By Charles Ollier, Author of "Altham and his Wife.” 12mo. 7s. Boards. Lloyd and Son. 1824.

We could find much cause both for praise and blame in the wild and fantastic but at the same time powerful story of Inesilla. As a work of imagination and strong feeling, it possesses very considerable merit, but in point of composition and good taste it is

very

very deficient. It is a terrific spectral tale, full of the most extraordinary horrors, and quite unfit even for a sober-minded person to read immediately before he retires to his pillow; recording the history of two young lovers, tormented by a sort of wandering Jewess, who some centuries before had received the boon of perpetual beauty, on the condition of seducing her own descendants to evil. The story itself has clearly nothing very edifying, nor is the mode in which it is treated altogether unexceptionable. Should Mr. Ollier add a little more coloring to some of his pictures, they would certainly attract the eyes of the Society for the Suppression of Vice, who are no friends to gentlemen with warm imaginations.

We feel strongly inclined, also, to expostulate with Mr. Ollier on the style which he has chosen to adopt, and which to us is peculiarly unpleasing. There is an affectation of novel phrases in it which destroys the simplicity of the narrative. we to understand by such images as the following?

What are

She looked into her lover's face, and with a low murmuring voice like the faint edge of a calm wave, which wanders not breaks amongst the pebbles, she said '

Notwithstanding these faults, many beauties in the volume attest that it is the production of a man of ability.

8vo.

pp. 56.

Art. 18. Falearo; or, the Neapolitan Libertine; a Poem. Dedicated to the Right Honorable Lord Byron. Sherwood and Co. 1823. The ottava rima, which so many of the best poets of Italy have adopted, has been miserably profaned since its late introduction into our literature by the authors of " Whistlecraft" and

Beppo." To compose moderate verses in this stanza is exceedingly easy, for a carelessness is admitted in it which is prohibited in almost every other form of poetical composition: but, on the other hand, to write well in this style requires the very highest talents, grace, wit, sprightliness, and versatility. The author of the poem before us, for instance, can weave his light verses together with very tolerable ingenuity: he can prattle easily and pleasantly, better indeed than many of those who have attempted the same stanza: yet Falearo' is even now, we apprehend, passing rapidly down the dark flood of oblivion; and it is certainly desirable that it should escape from the public view as early as possible, lest the Argus-eyes of some of the vigilant protectors of our public morals should glance on the many warm passages with which it abounds. We confess that we have had quite enough of this Don Juanism from the Don himself, and that the hashed-up libertinism of Falearo' is revolting to us.

NOVELS.

Art. 19. The Pilot; a Tale of the Sea. By the Author of the 66 Spy," "Pioneers," &c. 12mo. 3 Vols. 1. 1s. Boards. Miller.

1824.

In our Number for October last, we gave a brief account of an American novel intitled Seventy-Six, which pictured sorte. of

the military occurrences of our contest with the colonies fifty years ago; and we have now before us another trans-Atlantic production of a similar class, restricted to naval events. It is also more limited with regard to the operations which it describes, for it records only those of a single frigate, and its tender-schooner, which are made to wait upon the pleasure and the fortunes of the noted pirate, Paul Jones. * The main object of the work is to display the character of that celebrated marauder, which is drawn and supported with skill; while the mystery which involves his identity is well sustained throughout, his name not being disclosed even when his death is related. The other characters are also ably delineated, and spiritedly maintained: but, though a loveepisode is introduced, the whole is such a decided naval picture, consisting of so much actual nautical operation and manœuvre, that we apprehend it will not be acceptable to the generality of novel-readers. For ourselves, however, though the writer defies the critics as mere lubbers, we can assure him that we have perused it with professional relish, and hail him as a thorough sea man: but we must add that, if the manners and discipline of his officers be correctly represented as American, they are not such as prevail in the British navy. - The work deserves the same commendation which we gave to Seventy-Six, with the same drawback as tending to perpetuate feelings of national animosity. Art. 20. The Days of Queen Mary; or, a Tale of the Fifteenth Century. 12mo. 5s. Boards. Longman and Co.

What can we say to this tale, which we have very unwillingly, dragged forth from beneath a pile of books under which it had concealed itself? It is evidently the production of some very young writer; and must we, without regard to his or her tender age, mercilessly apply the critical lash? Is it not sufficient that. an unfortunate author should be dunned by his printer, and disregarded by the public, but must we pour the drops of our caustic into his already overflowing cup of bitterness? Full justice is in general done to an inferior writer, without any critical interference; and it is only when provoked by vanity or arrogance, that we feel inclined to sharpen our pens against these insignificant offenders. We cannot, however, suffer this writer to escape without noticing the wretched lines prefixed to each chapter. The following verse, which is clearly original, may serve as a specimen: 'I will a tale relate

That shall the gravest wonder raise,
A tale of some years' date,

But equalled in more modern days.'

Art. 21. Arthur Seymour. 12mo. 2 Vols. 12s. Boards. Longman and Co. 1823.

This is not exactly a common sort of novel, yet it is certainly not one of the un-commonly good sort. We apprehend that it is written by a young man, and perhaps a son of "the Emerald

* By the way, these whacking frigates were unknown then.

Isle," who has received some education, and wishes occasionally to talk learnedly about learned men and learned things, and to display his talents for humor. In doing all this, however, he sins a little on the score of affectation, and a little on the score of inaccuracy; and there is a sort of queerness altogether in his narrative which prevents it from being very attractive, while it presents nothing extraordinary in the characters or the story. Should he write again, we recommend to him more study of good models and of mankind, with more diffidence of his own powers; and particularly not to pen such sentences as the following: 'He would treat the interloper like the bacchanals did Orpheus.' (Vol. i. p. 178.)

One sample of this writer's oddity is the dedication of his book, which runs thus: To Myself, as a slight testimony of sincere and unchangeable affection, this little work is inscribed, with heartfelt gratitude and profound respect.' We acknowlege that we cannot discover either the wit or the good sense of this effusion.

POLITICS.

Art. 22. Debates, Evidence, and Documents, connected with the Investigation of the Charges brought by the Attorney-General for Ireland against Charles Thorp, Esq., High Sheriff of Dublin, in the House of Commons, 1823. 8vo. pp. 416. 12s. Boards. Baldwin and Co.

We have no desire to revive a litigated question, in which the controversy was carried on with a great deal of bitterness on both sides, and which redounded to the honor of no one party concerned, however it might redound to the triumph of an individual, Sir Abraham Bradley King; who peremptorily and inflexibly refused to answer certain questions proposed to him in the House of Commons, on the ground that, as a member of some Orange Lodge, he had sworn not to divulge the secrets of his fraternity !! The triumph, such as it is, of having set the House of Commons at defiance, and of coming off victorious from a protracted contest of two days, is unquestionably due to Sir Abraham Bradley King, and will doubtless be recorded on his tombstone as an instructive lesson to future ages. Well might Mr. Brougham reply to the observation of Mr. Canning 66 that, however sorry he should be to give cause of triumph to either party, he should think it still worse to select any individual of whom to make a martyr;" that "he (Mr. Brougham) was not so much afraid of raising the witness into the reputation of a martyr, as of giving him the laurel of victory, which he certainly would enjoy if suffered to escape without answering."

The charge which Mr. Plunkett brought against Sheriff Thorp was, in amount, that he packed the January Commission Grand Jury, for the purpose of effecting the escape from justice of those persons who were accused of having created or participated in a riot in the theatre at Dublin, on the 14th of December, 1822, and of having entered into a conspiracy to murder the Lord Lieutenant. This charge was not proved to the satisfaction of the

tribunal