Or with arch'd back erect, and bending head, Trampling his path through wood and brake, On comes the Elephant, to slake He moves it to and fro. But when that form of beauty meets his sight, And when she pours her angel voice in song, Their fragrance of delight and love diffuse. p. 136-9. Redundant and overminute as these descriptions undoubtedly are, it is impossible not to feel, that they are conceived in the true spirit, and expressed in the genuine language, of poetry. We must add a few specimens of Mr Southey's delineations of character and affection. Hope we have none, said Kailyal to her Sire. No secret hopes her inmost heart to move Why, if she sees a distant speck on high, And marks his wheeling flight, Which hath been present to her soul all night And that injurious fear Which ever, as it riseth, is represt, Yet riseth still within her troubled breast, That she no more shall see the Glendoveer!' p. 141, 142. Through the poor wrappings of mortality, Ereenia, Son of Heaven, oh not to thine!' p. 204, 205. There is something very sweet and touching in their meeting after this disaster. • Thou seest his poor revenge! So having said, Her head in calm disdain. O Maid of soul divine! He hath not read, be sure, the mystic ways We add but one other picture of her piety and filial devotion." O Mariiataly, thee do I implore, Can do thy daily service, as of yore! The flowers' which last I wreath'd around thy brow,` And swimming round with arms outspread, In dext'rous dance before thee; My father sate the evening rites to view, And blest thy name, and blest p. 39, $4. • And And turning to the Image, threw Her grateful arms around it,... It was thou I had not else been here To share my Father's Curse, To suffer now,... and yet to thank thee thus!' p. 32. And, again, when they are sent back from Mount Meru to wander on the earth Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid. That my poor heart can know. O dearest, dearest Kailyal! with a smile The Maiden, at those welcome words, imprest A passionate kiss upon her father's cheek.' p, 132, 133. We fear we have already extended those quotations to a length which our unpoetical readers will not easily forgive; but we must add the following passage, in which Mr Southey throws all the brightness of original poetry upon the old classical fiction of the souls of infants being stationed in the outskirts of the Elysian world. • Innocent Souls! thus set so early free From sin and sorrow and mortality, Yon blue serene above Was their domain; clouds pillowed them to rest; Who never dips in earthly streams her bill, Less Less pure the footless fowl of Heaven, that never And sleep aloft while floating on the gale.' p. 222, 223. - We here close our extracts, and take our leave of Mr Southey. We wish we could entertain any tolerable hopes of converting him from the damnable heresies into which he has fallen, and to which, if he does not reform speedily, we fear his reputation will die a martyr. The great space we have allowed him to occupy, both now and on former occasions, proves sufficiently what importance we attach to his very errors, and what great things, we think, might be expected from him, if he could only be made to exert himself on the same side with those who have hitherto succeeded in commanding the admiration of the world. Το those who care little for our opinions, the copious extracts which we have given, will afford a safer ground of conclusion; and we conceive, that no reader of any taste or sensibility can peruse even those detached fragments, without feeling that Mr Southey is gifted with powers of fancy and of expression beyond almost any individual of his age; and that in the expression of all the tender, and amiable, and quiet affections, he has had but few rivals, either in past or in present time. These are rare and precious qualities; the intrinsic value of which cannot be destroyed by their combination with others of an opposite character, and to which we shall always be glad to do homage, in spite of any such combination. But a childish taste, and an affected manner, though they cannot destroy genius, will infallibly deprive it of its glory; and must be reprobated, therefore, with a severity proportioned to the mischief they occasion-a mischief that can only be measured by the greatness of the excellence they hide, and will always be stated the highest by those to whom that excellence is dearest. ART. XII. Sermons by Samuel Horsley, LL. D. F. R. S. F. A. S. late Lord Bishop of St Asaph. 2 vol. 8vo. pp. 895. Hatchard; and Cadell & Davies, London. And Manners & Miller, Edinburgh. Dundee, 1810. PRESBYTERIANS as we are, we have a certain pride in acknowledging, that the Church of England has been eminently distinguished, ever since the period of the Reformation, by the learning and the talents of her clergy; and especially of those Gg3 who who have been raised to the Episcopal office. Among those who have been thus raised in our own times, we do not know that a greater could easily be named than the author of the volumes before us. In classical acquirements, and in the critical knowledge of the languages in which the sacred books were originally written, he stood in the very first rank of excellence. In the mathematical and physical sciences, if he stood not in the first rank, he held at least a very respectable station. In metaphysical acuteness and research, he had probably few superiors; while, in his proper science of theology, we will not venture to suppose that he had one His character and manner were indeed somewhat harsh, arrogant, and dogmatical: and there was a time when we might have been inclined to enlarge, with some asperity, upon these objectionable features. But that time is now past. Death, which terminates all personal controversy, expiates, in all good minds, the errors which controversy engenders; and we are now willing to believe, that much of his apparent harshness arose from his zeal for the truth, and his high sense of its importance; and that, in fact, he possessed more genuine liberality than many of his most clamorous opponents. He was classed, indeed, and he classed himself, among Highchurchmen. But, though the term sounds rather alarming, we do not see why a zealous Highchurchman should be supposed either more illiberal or more intolerant than a zealot of any other persuasion. Bishop Horsley, we have no doubt, was sincere in his profession of conscientious attachment to the constitution and doctrines of the Church of England; and supported them, not because he found them established, but because he thought them just and salutary. Highchurchman at least as he was, it is certain that, on more than one occasion, he gave proof that he understood the great principles of practical toleration better than some that lay a much louder claim to liberality. We happen to know with certainty, and we think it right, therefore, and creditable to the Bishop to mention, that he was not only willing, but anxious to enter into a Parliamentary inquiry into the claims of the Roman Catholics of Ireland, and to grant them whatever that inquiry might show could be granted with security to the Protestant establishment and the Protestant succession. That he would have voted for going into a commi ce on the Catholic petition, and exerted his great powers and influence, if he had lived, in this important discussion, we are how enabled to state from the highest authority. His death, therefore, is, even in this respect, a matter of the deepest regret; for, though the subject has been largely discussed on poliical grounds, something, perhaps, is still due to the principles, and |