or too hardened to reform, the pen of this able satirist must arrest the baneful effects of their example, and deter the young and unsophisticated from being deluded for a moment by their glittering vices. A knowledge of the ton certainly enhances the merit of the work, as all the principal acts, and most of the scenes, can be brought home tò real life, which doubtless increases the interest, and sanctifies the whole with the charm of truth. Cospatrick of Raymondsholm, a Westland Tale, by the Author of Redimond the Rebel, and St. Kathleen. London, 2 vols. 12mo. 1821. This novel improves considerably as it proceeds, and the perusal has yielded us much pleasure. The dryness of the commencement is amply compensated for by the attractive charms it afterwards displays. The author has sketched some masterly characters, and the narrative becomes highly dramatic towards the close. Our feelings became intensely excited by unperceived degrees, and though satisfied with the catastrophe, we regretted our arrival at the end of the volume.. Puzzled and Pleased; or, The Two Old Soldiers; and other Tales, in 3 vols. By Francis Latham, Author of the Mysterious Freebooter, Romance of the Hebrides, &c. &c.-London, 1821. Puzzled and Pleased is a well written and interesting tale.The two old soldiers consist of a colonel 'who has retired from the army, which he entered at an early age; a free good hearted man, who wishes to see every body happy, but it is his foible to make them so after his own way, and if possible, to induce them to consider his plans of felicity the most perfect. The other soldier, his companion, was a serjeant, and originally his servant, when in the army, but promoted to a commission through his merit. The last mentioned veteran having lost both his legs in the service, is retained in the colonel's family, where he enjoys every possible comfort. We think this work cannot be read without much pleasure; great diversity of character, combined with many interesting incidents, strongly recommend it to the public favour, and promise to secure it permanent attention. Among the other tales are "A Benefit Night; or, Amateurs and Actors;" a truly comic story, and would make an excellent farce. Sardanapalus, a Tragedy; The Two Foscari, a Tragedy; and Cain, a Mystery.-By Lord Byron. 7 Though neither of these tragedies are written with a view to theatrical representation, yet they are far more adapted for the stage than Marino Faliero. The author has endeavoured to confine himself to the rigid principles of the Greek drama; but without considering that they derive any value on that account, we must acknowledge that they have afforded us very great pleasure. Sardanapalus is the most rich and fertile in poetical imagery and affecting sentiment. Being founded on a portion of history, with which much liberty could be taken, his lordship has had more scope for his imagination than in the The Two Foscari, which is built upon modern history, and kept tolerably close to the facts, as related by Daru, in his "Histoire de Venice," and Sismondi's "Histoire des Republic Italiennes du Moyen Age." The female characters in both are drawn with considerable ability, and do great honour to the fair sex. Indeed, as far as character goes, there is little to admire in either of the tragedies, except the women, though we have no doubt, on account of their poetical merit, they will soon be made use of by the theatres. The Mystery of Cain is a very singular composition, which will be circulated by thousands, and be universally read in consequence of the medum through which it is presented to the world. The dialogue between Lucifer and Cain cannot be read by a cultivated mind without giving rise to the most sceptical opinions, and is, by some, considered a more dangerous book than Shelley's Queen Mab. In the Appendix to the Two Foscari, his Lordship says, that among other misrepresentation he had laboured under, was that of writing the Notes to Queen Mab, a work which he never saw until it was printed, and which he recollected shewing to Mr. Sotheby, as a poem of great power and imagination. He never wrote a line of those notes, nor ever saw them except in their published form, though, in common with all who are not blinded by baseness and bigotry, he highly admired the poetry of Mr. Shelley's other productions. We will say more of these Tragedies hereafter. Giuseppino, an Occidental Tale. This is a very interesting bagatelle, and an excellent imitation of the style of Don Juan.: It contains the adventures of an Italian D swindler (Joey) in London, and is so much in the manner of Byron, that many persons were deceived by the trick played off in the Literary Gazette. "The Garden of Florence," and other poems, by John Hamilton, contains a very pretty poem, founded on a tale of Boccaccio, describing the loves of Pasquino and Simonida, in Spencerian stanzas. Barry Cornwall's new poem is entitled "The Deluge," and relates to that event as described by classic authors. Novels are forthcoming from the pen of Mrs. Opie, and the Author of "Calthorpe." Hogg, the Ettrick shepherd, has announced a romance in three volumes, to be called "The Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft." Poetry, [ORIGINAL AND SELECT.] A FLEET STREET MELODY. The moon shines on your pen, my Slop, On the Service-Club, And the pimps of the Bridge-street den, my Slop, The daily mess, Their maws to bless, Which you've such a knack of making, Slop. The church and things more royal, Slop, 1 The Times so strange, And reduce 'em all to loyal, Slop; Then rave, and swear, and curse, my Slop, Any sterling wit, You can finger the sterling purse, my Slop. PETER PIKE. LINES LEFT IN A LADY'S PIANO. Oh! ask me what charm is the sweetest on earth, "Tis not the best bumper that Bacchus is worth; 'Tis not the brisk chace, when fair echo at morn, From the arms of old Silence is roused by the horn. "Tis not the best landscape the world can display, Though smiling in sunlight, and freshest of May, 'Tis not to be found in the ocean's proud stòre, Its white spreading sails, and its grotto-edged shore. 'Tis to see lovely woman in elegant ease, Her dear polished neck bending over the keys, Which swell with fond pride as her fingers they kiss, And pour their best notes in return for the bliss. F. TO JESSICA, ON HER BIRTH-DAY. How blest the homeward seaman's sight, On his dear country's beacon way, THY star, dear nymph, thy natal day. We will not mourn that that rich train We will not mourn that Phœbus' lamp, Cold visage of the dying year. For still thine eye its lustre sheds, Never may sorrow's troop advance, Fresh wreaths of joy, dear girl, entwine As Pleasure's thrill with Beauty's grace? FELIX. CELESTIAL CRIM. CON.; OR, The God Vulcan cuckolded by the God Mars. [SEE ENGRAVING.] "Meantime the Bard, alternate to the strings, |