This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 Excerpt: ... by the greatest poets of the day. We wilt not say that Mrs. He mans has filled the whole canvass as it might have been filled, but unquestionably her poem is beyond all comparison with any which we have seen on the subject; it is full of fine and pathetic passages, and it leads us up through all the dis mal colorings of the foreground to that bright and consoling prospect which should close every Christian's reflections on such a matter. An analysis of so short a poem is wholly unnecessary, and we have already transgressed our limits; we will, therefore, give but one extract of that soothing nature alluded to, and release our readers: --Yet mi there mercy still--if joy no more, ' Stc. " It is time to close this article. Our readers will have seen, and we do not deny, that we have been much interested by our subject: who or what Mrs. Hemans is we know not: we have been told that, like a poet of antiquity: 'Tristia vitas Solatur cantu.' If it be so (and the most sensible hearts are not uncommonly nor unnaturally the most bitterly wounded, ) she seems, from the tenor of her writings, to bear about her a higher and a surer balsam than the praises of men, or even the sacred muse herself can Impart. Still there is a pleasure, an innocent and an honest pleasure, even to a wounded spirit, in fame fairly earned; and such fame as may wail upon our decision, we freely and conscientiously bestow; in our opinion, all her poems are elegant and pure in thought and language, her later poems are of higher promise, they are vigorous, picturesque, and pathetic." Quarterly Renew, rot. xxiv. A TALE OF THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY. A FRAOMENT. The moonbeam, quivering o'er the wave, Sleeps in pale gold on wood and hill, The wild wmd slumbers in its cave, And heaven is cloudless...