ABSTRACT
This is a volume of a very different description from the above [R. J. Thorne’s Lodon and Miranda]. It has genius, taste, elegance, wit, and imagery of the most beautiful kind. ‘The ancyent Marinere’ is an admirable ‘imitation of the style as well as of the spirit of the elder poets.’ ‘The foster Mothers Tale’ is pathetic, and pleasing in the extreme – ‘Simon Lee the old Huntsman’ – ‘The idiot Boy,’ and the Tale of ‘Goody Blake, and Harry Gill’ are all beautiful in their kind; indeed the whole volume convinces us that the author possesses a mind at once classic and accomplished, and we, with pleasure, recommend it to the notice of our readers as a production of no ordinary merit.
