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    And so the tale goes op , anecdote after anecdote , well selected from the history of Alexander * and intermingled with the commentaries , inquiries , and ejaouiations of the chihlren , and the explanations of their mother .

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    Cr 4 tkal JSToiices t ~ -Jbyric Leaves , 8 $%

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    Cornelius Webbe has so much of the spirit of song" in him as to make us regret that after having * produced , in early life , the verses here published , his attention should have been ' forced from poetry by discouragements / which have probably deprived us of much better compositions . Too many there are whose attention to poetry continues to mature years and old age , who write and publish much worse . Many of , the lyrics ought to be popular , especially the Weaver ' s Wife , the Miller ' Treat , and the Yeoman ' s Song * . We quote the last-named : —

    THE YEOMAN'S SONG . * When maddening tempests lash the land , And rush along the sea , The poorest hut on England ' s strand A pleasant home must be !— - Whilst lightnings from the heavens leap , And mariners grow pale ? I sleep , as round the wild winds sweep , And find delight By day and night Within my native vale .

    4 The seaman he may careless sing When kindly seas are ' round , But not like me when laughs the Spring And verdure clothes the ground . The cuckoo ' s call from hill to hill Brings more good cheer to me Than voice of sea-winds whistling shrill , Or roaring seas Lash'd by the breeze ;—* - The lark my minstrel be !

    * A ship it is a noble thing When beating down the waves , Or battling for our island king With foreign foes and slaves IThe humble cot is noble , too , That shelters honest men , To love , and home , and country true , Who for the right , Would bravely fight And what is wrong disdain !—

    * T ^ he Oak that shade and shelter lends 'To England ' s , cottage-floors , . . Is dear , to me as that which sends Her thunder from her shores !—•

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    Lyric Leaves . By Cornelius Webbe . London , Griffiths , 1832 .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1832, page 851, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1826/page/59/