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    With pecking bill and cry of fond distress , Answer ed by him with murmurs of delight , Whose gutturals harsh to her were love ' s own music Then , settling down , like foam upon the wave , White , fleckering , effervescent , soon subsiding , Her ruffled pinions smoothly she compos ed :

    And while beneath the comfort of her wings Her crowded progeny quite filPd the nest , The halcyon sleeps not sounder , when the wind Is breathless , ana the sea without a curl . —Nor dreams the halcyon of serener days , Or nights more beautiful with silent stars , * Than , in that hour , the mother pelican , When the warm tumults of affection sunk

    Into calm sleep , and dreams of what they were , —Dreams more delicious than reality . "—P . 63 . Nearly a third part of the present volume is occupied by short pieces , and these , for the most part , are both original and beautiful . Want of room alone obliges us to omit the stanzas ( p , 219 ) beginning , " Night is the time for rest /' The following piece is shorter :

    " THE FALLING LEAF . " Were I a trembling leaf On yonder stately tree , After a season , gay and brief , Condemned to fade and flee ; I should be loth to fall

    Beside the common way , Weltering in mire , and spurn'd J ) y all , Till trodden down to clay . " Nor would I choose to die All on a bed of grass ;

    Where thousands of my kindred lie And idly rot in mass . Nor would I like to spread My thin and wither ed face , In hortus siccus , pale and dead , A mummy of my race .

    " No I on the wings of air Might I be left to fly , I know not and I heed not where ; A waif of earth and sky ! Or flung upon the stream , Currd like a fairy-boat ; As through the changes of a dream , To the worlds end to float

    " Who that hath ever been , Could bear to be no more ? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before ? On , with intense desire , Man ' s spirit will move on : It seems to die , yet , like freavWa fire , It is not quench ' d , but gone . "

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    396 * Review . —Montgomery ' s Pelican Island .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1828, page 396, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2561/page/36/