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Review Of New Publications.
What ineffable pleasure have I not gazed—and gazed again , losing my breath through my eyes— : > iy very soul diffused j'tseif in the scene—jntt , seeming to become . all senses , glided in the scarcely-agitated waves , melted in the freshening breeze , or , taking its flight vvith fairy wing , to the misty mountains Which bounded the prospect , " fancy tript over new lawns , moie beautiful even than the lovely slopes on the winding shore before me .- — -I pause , again breathless , to trace , with renewed delight , sentiments which entranced
me , when , turning my humid eyes from the expanse below to the vault above , iuy sight pierced the fleecy clouds that softened the azure brightness ; and , imperceptibly recalling the reveries of childhood , I bowed before the awful throne of my Creator , while I rested on its footstool . ' You have sometimes wondered , my dear friend , at the extreme affeCHoa of my nature—But such is the temperature of my soul—Tt is not the vivacity of youththe hey-day of existence . For years have I endeavoured to calm
, an impetuous tide—labouring to make : ny feelings take an orderly course . — It was striving against the stream . — -I must love and admire with warmth , or I sink into sadness . Tokens of love which I have received have wrapt me in elysium—purify ing the heart they enchanted .--My bosom still glows . —Do not saucily ask , repeating Sterne ' s question , " Maria , is it still so warm ?" Sufficiently , O my God 1 has it been chilled by sorrow and unkindnessstill nature will prevail—and if I blush at recolieCting past enjoyment , itis
the rosy hue . of pleasure heightened by modesty : for the blushes of modesty andshame are as distinCt as the emotions by which they are produced . ' We occasionally remark , in these letters , such anomalies in expression as are common withwriters of brilliant fancy . But notwithstanding a few occasional blemishes , the work has uncommon merit , and will not fail to be
admired for the happy union which it presents of refined sense , vigorous fancy , and livel y sensibility . , Letters containing a Sketch of ths Politics of Prance , from the ^ ist of May 1795 , ¦ till the iilh of June 1794 , and ofthe Scenes which have - passed in ihe Prisons of Paris By Helen Maria Williams . Vol . . \ th IITKO . Pages 225 . Price y 6 d . Robinsons 179 6 .
THOSE readers , whose feelings have been harrowed with the scenes of dreadful desolation and savage barbarism ailed in France , will rejoice to be in some measure relieved from the anguish of sympathy , by accompanying this truly sentimental writer in her review of the triumphs of insulted humanity over the ministers of terror . To borrow Miss Williams ' s beautiful simile ; their feelings will resemble those of the ' weary traveller , who , having passed , along paths beset with danger ; where base and horrid precipices
frowned about , and deep and dark abysses yawned below , gains at length some fair summit , from whence , while he shudders to look back , the prospeCl opening before him presents scenes cheered by vegetation , and softened into beauty . ' Several of the narratives in this volume are more than enough distressing ; but the reader has the relief and comfort of finding them terminate happily . The volume commences with an account of the accusation and punishment of
several persons , who had been principals in the horrid work of revolutionarymurder . These accounts are follotved by n more pleasing narrative of the escapes of innocent persons from destruction on the revolution of the 10 th of Thermidor . The remainder of the volume contains a brief review of the military operations of the French , during the period specified in the title .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Review Of New Publications.
What ineffable pleasure have I not gazed—and gazed again , losing my breath through my eyes— : > iy very soul diffused j'tseif in the scene—jntt , seeming to become . all senses , glided in the scarcely-agitated waves , melted in the freshening breeze , or , taking its flight vvith fairy wing , to the misty mountains Which bounded the prospect , " fancy tript over new lawns , moie beautiful even than the lovely slopes on the winding shore before me .- — -I pause , again breathless , to trace , with renewed delight , sentiments which entranced
me , when , turning my humid eyes from the expanse below to the vault above , iuy sight pierced the fleecy clouds that softened the azure brightness ; and , imperceptibly recalling the reveries of childhood , I bowed before the awful throne of my Creator , while I rested on its footstool . ' You have sometimes wondered , my dear friend , at the extreme affeCHoa of my nature—But such is the temperature of my soul—Tt is not the vivacity of youththe hey-day of existence . For years have I endeavoured to calm
, an impetuous tide—labouring to make : ny feelings take an orderly course . — It was striving against the stream . — -I must love and admire with warmth , or I sink into sadness . Tokens of love which I have received have wrapt me in elysium—purify ing the heart they enchanted .--My bosom still glows . —Do not saucily ask , repeating Sterne ' s question , " Maria , is it still so warm ?" Sufficiently , O my God 1 has it been chilled by sorrow and unkindnessstill nature will prevail—and if I blush at recolieCting past enjoyment , itis
the rosy hue . of pleasure heightened by modesty : for the blushes of modesty andshame are as distinCt as the emotions by which they are produced . ' We occasionally remark , in these letters , such anomalies in expression as are common withwriters of brilliant fancy . But notwithstanding a few occasional blemishes , the work has uncommon merit , and will not fail to be
admired for the happy union which it presents of refined sense , vigorous fancy , and livel y sensibility . , Letters containing a Sketch of ths Politics of Prance , from the ^ ist of May 1795 , ¦ till the iilh of June 1794 , and ofthe Scenes which have - passed in ihe Prisons of Paris By Helen Maria Williams . Vol . . \ th IITKO . Pages 225 . Price y 6 d . Robinsons 179 6 .
THOSE readers , whose feelings have been harrowed with the scenes of dreadful desolation and savage barbarism ailed in France , will rejoice to be in some measure relieved from the anguish of sympathy , by accompanying this truly sentimental writer in her review of the triumphs of insulted humanity over the ministers of terror . To borrow Miss Williams ' s beautiful simile ; their feelings will resemble those of the ' weary traveller , who , having passed , along paths beset with danger ; where base and horrid precipices
frowned about , and deep and dark abysses yawned below , gains at length some fair summit , from whence , while he shudders to look back , the prospeCl opening before him presents scenes cheered by vegetation , and softened into beauty . ' Several of the narratives in this volume are more than enough distressing ; but the reader has the relief and comfort of finding them terminate happily . The volume commences with an account of the accusation and punishment of
several persons , who had been principals in the horrid work of revolutionarymurder . These accounts are follotved by n more pleasing narrative of the escapes of innocent persons from destruction on the revolution of the 10 th of Thermidor . The remainder of the volume contains a brief review of the military operations of the French , during the period specified in the title .