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Critical Notices Of The Literature Of The Last Three Months,
erected by the citizens , of your fearless and costly exposure of an elaborate fraud , there existed , some years ago , a fii * m which ranked high in their day . From causes unknown to me it fell into misfortune . Two daughters of one ofthe most eminent partners are now in the depth of poverty , and to poverty is added sickness . They have for some time been struggling to maintain themselves by their literary abilities . A small volume of poems , published at a shilling , and dedicated to my friend Mr . Dickens , displays a poetical taste and sensibility of a
superior order . From the slender and precarious profits derived from this and another similar little volume for the young , they have endeavoured with great difficulty to subsist . " The intellect of one has sunk in the struggle ; and the other sister , while making an effort to write a few additional pieces , has fallen into sickness , and lost the use of one hand . ' Even from my sick bed , ' she touchingly writes , ' the success of my poems has been nearest my heart , as well for the sake of my poor sister as for myself . These poems are our onlreliance . How have been
y many my trials , —how arduous my struggles , —how enduring my determination , I cannot describe to you ! To keep a home for myself and my beloved sister , —to keep up tbe proprieties of life , to avoid debt , I have taxed my poor failing health too far ! Oh ! Sir , if a word from you Avould do us good , pray speak it . ' " We feel that they have neither kith nor kin with our ancient Order , or they woulcl not be in the distress from which Ave trust the " word in time , " so unhesitatingly spoken by Dr . Elliotsonhas at least partially
, relieved them . But there is a national Ereemasonry in suffering , which we do not hesitate to enlist in their cause . The JExammer has , with a fine tact , suggested that the most efficient means will be by the purchase of their poems , and as an example of them , it quotes the following lines to Hope : —
" Hope was a rosy maiden , With laughing merry eyes , But she always shut them pretty close When storms were in the skies . " ' Pho ! pho ! ' she cried , ' 'tis but a sham , The sun is peeping out , He has only been inquiring What the moon has been about . '
" One day she lost a treasure , ' I'll find it , ' was the cry ; ' Or if I don't I'll do without , Or know the reason why . ' " Her little lambkin sicken'd , ' Cheer up , my pet , ' she cried ; ' I haven't heard these dozen years Of any lamb that died . '
" The dead leaves lay by thousands , — ' 'Twould be very sad , ' said she ; ' But I see the green buds breaking out , Upon the molten tree . ' " The coffin by the cradle Told the struggle that was o ' er ; Hope Avhisper'd in the mother ' s ear , ' 'Tis but an angel more !! ' " These lines tell their own tale . Of novels , there have been during the last three months a remarkable paucity . The " Slave Son , " * by Mrs . William Noy Wilkins ; and " Ticon-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Critical Notices Of The Literature Of The Last Three Months,
erected by the citizens , of your fearless and costly exposure of an elaborate fraud , there existed , some years ago , a fii * m which ranked high in their day . From causes unknown to me it fell into misfortune . Two daughters of one ofthe most eminent partners are now in the depth of poverty , and to poverty is added sickness . They have for some time been struggling to maintain themselves by their literary abilities . A small volume of poems , published at a shilling , and dedicated to my friend Mr . Dickens , displays a poetical taste and sensibility of a
superior order . From the slender and precarious profits derived from this and another similar little volume for the young , they have endeavoured with great difficulty to subsist . " The intellect of one has sunk in the struggle ; and the other sister , while making an effort to write a few additional pieces , has fallen into sickness , and lost the use of one hand . ' Even from my sick bed , ' she touchingly writes , ' the success of my poems has been nearest my heart , as well for the sake of my poor sister as for myself . These poems are our onlreliance . How have been
y many my trials , —how arduous my struggles , —how enduring my determination , I cannot describe to you ! To keep a home for myself and my beloved sister , —to keep up tbe proprieties of life , to avoid debt , I have taxed my poor failing health too far ! Oh ! Sir , if a word from you Avould do us good , pray speak it . ' " We feel that they have neither kith nor kin with our ancient Order , or they woulcl not be in the distress from which Ave trust the " word in time , " so unhesitatingly spoken by Dr . Elliotsonhas at least partially
, relieved them . But there is a national Ereemasonry in suffering , which we do not hesitate to enlist in their cause . The JExammer has , with a fine tact , suggested that the most efficient means will be by the purchase of their poems , and as an example of them , it quotes the following lines to Hope : —
" Hope was a rosy maiden , With laughing merry eyes , But she always shut them pretty close When storms were in the skies . " ' Pho ! pho ! ' she cried , ' 'tis but a sham , The sun is peeping out , He has only been inquiring What the moon has been about . '
" One day she lost a treasure , ' I'll find it , ' was the cry ; ' Or if I don't I'll do without , Or know the reason why . ' " Her little lambkin sicken'd , ' Cheer up , my pet , ' she cried ; ' I haven't heard these dozen years Of any lamb that died . '
" The dead leaves lay by thousands , — ' 'Twould be very sad , ' said she ; ' But I see the green buds breaking out , Upon the molten tree . ' " The coffin by the cradle Told the struggle that was o ' er ; Hope Avhisper'd in the mother ' s ear , ' 'Tis but an angel more !! ' " These lines tell their own tale . Of novels , there have been during the last three months a remarkable paucity . The " Slave Son , " * by Mrs . William Noy Wilkins ; and " Ticon-