of their wedded existence, with their harvest labors and their young children about them. Then follows the progress of events. The farmer's wife dies; his short summer of domestic happiness, if not totally destroyed, is darkened. The twilight of an eclipsed spirit hovers over it; but his children grow up, and the development of their individual character is traced with a master hand. Troubles, arising out of very naturally depicted causes, fall on that household. Deaths and separations follow; the farmer, and part of his family emigrate to a new country. Besides the life of the farmer, we have glimpses of another life, which is connected with it, and exerts the most important influences on it, that of his landlord. We are hence led to contemplate the working of systems and principles which involve the fortunes of the mass of the agricultural population, and the moral being and prosperity of the nation at large. We can testify from our own experience to the entire truthfulness of all these sketches, and honor the heart and mind, the firmness and discretion with which they have been made. They have carried us away into that peculiar walk of life with which the poem deals-that of the wealthy and cultivated farms of the north of England, in which, in prosperous times, and under the reign of a past simplicity, perhaps more real happiness has been experienced than in any other. Such peace, and pure-hearted comfort were there; such sweet and plentiful abodes; such sense and intelligence; such a bond of affection, in a whole household; such enjoyment of kind and cordial friends; of books, and of the fresh pleasures of nature. The Society of Friends, to which the author then belonged, held in those northern counties, and especially in Yorkshire, many such rural paradises of peace, friendship, and affection, which would have justified the most glowing of her present descriptions. But we must give a more detailed view of the poetry of the work. The seasons and the charms of nature are entwined, here and there, with the narrative, in a manner that brings them all before us in their strength and sweetness. The volume opens with a delightful spring morning in which the heart of the fair writer feels and diffuses all its happiness. "Tis early dawn, and morning's welcome ray From out the bosom of a mimic sea, Where the white vapours float along the lea; Till the proud sun, exulting in his might, Enrobes the earth in universal light. 'Tis spring's bright morn-and oh! what tongue can tell The mingled melodies that mount and swell, And float upon the flowery scented gale, Wakening sweet echoes through the verdant vale Harmonious voices-mellow toned and shrill, That falls like snow, when from the scented spray Where furze, or broom, the goal of triumph crowns ; And ever wilt be--come what may to thee. The farmer's home is accurately described from what was the author's home in childhood, and contained hearts as happy as peace and virtue and mutual affection could make them. Was there not one within that peaceful home Who might have boasted, had the question come The creature of one soul's idolatry? And such a soul, so manly and so clear, Untaught of schools, yet filled with noble aims, And but one weakness-that he loved too well. For the remoter good, and thus his friend. To her the sweet return of morning light Brought a new life, still fraught with new delight; And both felt bound their earthly course to make And now with that sweet morn of spring they rose Love that was less of earth, hopes more on high, They knew no evil, and they feared no change. The scenes of domestic happiness are sketched with such a pure home feeling, that we could linger amongst them very long; but we must pass over resolutely their pleasant evening's reading of choice books, Thomson, or Burns, or melancholy Gray,' or the best of books, and give the following beautiful lines on evening prayer. It is the holy hour of evening prayer― Behold he kneels! with tears he asks relief; If he have wandered from the ways of truth, Then, holy Dove, descend, yet spare! oh spare! We have been seduced, by the beauty of the poetry, to quote thus largely from the opening of the work-all these extracts being taken from the first book only-the poem consisting of twelve. We are conscious that we have not selected what would give the most complete idea of the power and skill of the writer, that can only be felt in pursuing the course of the story; and were we to transcribe half of what we would wish to lay before the reader, our notice would extend to a very great length. We must therefore leave our readers to the pleasure of exploring the contents of the volume themselves, sure, as we are, that they will rise from it with increased admiration of the fair author's talents, and esteem for her sound and independent mind. The development of the incidents, and portraiture of the characters of the story, are equally admirable. The death of the farmer's wifehis grief-the growth and several characters of his childrentheir country pleasures and pursuits-the aunt who comes to supply the place of the lost mother-her notions of genteel lifethe pulling down of the old house, and building of the large new one-the visit of the landlord and his gay aristocratic party, and all the very natural incidents of that visit-the farmer's reverses of fortune the melancholy wet season-the worldly young clergyman-the deceiving young aristocrat-the invitation of the tenantry to the hall only to lay on fresh rent-the distresses which follow, flowing down from one class to another-the various attachments of the daughters, and their unhappiness, except that of the humblest of them, who marries an humble but thriving trades-man, and the final emigration of the family;-all these things are so full of actual human life, that they cannot be read without the deepest interest. If ever country was an image of gold and silver, iron and clay, it is England at the present moment; and in this able narrative poem, we have many of the causes of our social distress clearly laid bare, and some moral and political truths of the most solemn moment impressed on our minds, while we are drawn on by the charms of the verse, and the interest of the relation. The farmer, and his son and daughters, whose hearts cleave to their native soil, and who, under a better social system, might have been happy, and happiness-diffusing members of a community with which they had so many sweet and natural ties, are now embarked for a foreign shore; and the last view we have of them is full of deep feeling, and a regret the more melancholy because it has been experienced by so many thousands of our departing countrymen. Many and various were the minds that met Upon that deck before the sun had set; |