Would in my bosom thou could'st lie,
Conceal'd from misery's searching eye!
But, serpent-tooth'd, she riots there,
And feeds the poisonous canker, care.
Shun then this talisman of woe,
That pines with sorrows none must know!
Thy griets are transient : soon thou'lt be
Beyond the power of destiny,
Already do thy charms decay,
And all thy fragrance dies away;
But I must linger in my pain,
And never taste of peace again :
Year after year may roll away,
And sorrow mark each coming day ;
Till quite exhausted by my woes,
I die, like thee, to find repose !

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BY MR. LATHOM, In Two Volumes 12mo, price 9s. sewed. “ This tale," says the Author in his preface, 'is not a romance, for I have been faithfully assured, that the incidents contained in it have actually taken place. In action, they cannot but have excited a considerable interest to the parties who were concerned in them ; should half their interest accompany them to the set, the Author will judge himself sufficiently repaid for the promulgation of his secret."

If this was his object, we doubt not but he will be amply repaid; for we seldom remen ber to have met with a tale possessing so much to catch the feelings and improve the beart.

The aciventitious aids of declamatory dialogue, and second. hand sentiment, he carefully avoids; and has travelled through the classic retreats of Mrs. Radcliffi, without stopping us to bait wjih an Alpine description on the road. The story is built on an incident which has long been a favourite on the stage, in a comedy of Shakespeare's, and was lately introduced into :he dressing-room, by che Canterbury Tales of Mrs. Lee. But the circumstances which precede the disclosure of the secret, and the events that unravel the web of the mystery, are, noia withsianding, n.ost unusually interesting; and, unless we give credit to the iruiy author-like avowal just quoted from the preface, perfectly original. Britifo Critic, December, 1305.

“ rimong the very few of our mostern novels that possess any thing to make amends for the labour of perusal, we are hapiy to class the production befíre us. It is the work of a'genileran-already well known in the literary world, and the Impenetrable Secret will ceria:i:ly take nothing from ille fanie thai he has gained. The story is so clearly connected, and worked with so much ingenuity, ilvat a powerful interest is excited from the bezinning of the first volume, to the middle of the second ; and though suspense is there terminated, curice sity is kept alive to the conclusion of the book. The events are romantic, but natural. The writer has not encumbered his paper with episodes, which usually occupy paper without seizing on the passions, nor embroidered his Italian scenery with convent turiels, hanging larches, and the rest of those high-suunding words, to which many of his lovel-writing biethren attach so much importance and effect. He has de pended on the strength of his plot; and, while we acknow. Serge that this is, on the whole, perhaps the firmest suppo:t, we regret that he has not called in to his aid those humorous sketches, and broad delineations, which have so often ainused us in his Men and Manners. The moral is, throughout, of the most salutary kind." Monthly Mirror, Dec. 1805.


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