flowers; so much so, that by the force of contrast it brings to mind the half-dozen flowers and pastoral common-places in collections of " Beauties of English Poets," till the recollection of the sing-song repetitions makes one almost shout with laughter. pure Italian in all its materials.

It is There is not one

drop of British ink in the whole composition. Nay, there is no ink in it, for it is all written in Tuscan grape juice, embrowned by the sun. It abounds in things addressed to a second sight, and we are often required to see double in order to apprehend its meaning. The poet may be considered the Columbus of an impossible discovery. It is a promised land, spotted all over with disappointments, and yet most truly a land of promise, if ever so rich and rare a chaos can be developed into form and order by revision, and its southern fulness of tumultuous heart and scattered vineyards be ever reduced to given proportion, and wrought into a shape that will fit the average mental vision and harmonize with the more equable pulsations of mankind.

SIR EDWARD LYTTON BULWER.

"Pitch thy project high!

Sink not in spirit. Who aimeth at the sky
Shoots higher much than if he meant a tree.
Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting where,
And when, and how, the business may be done."
GEORGE HERBERT.

B-"whom all the Graces taught to please,
Mixed mirth with morals, eloquence with ease.
His genius social, as his judgment clear;
When frolic, prudent; smiling when severe.
Secure each temper and each taste to hit,
His was the curious happiness of wit."

MALLET.

SIR EDWARD LYTTON BULWER.

Ir should be remembered to the honour of Sir E. L. Bulwer, that although born to an independence and to the prospect of a fortune, and inheriting by accident of birth an advantageous position in society, he has yet cultivated his talent with the most unremitting assiduity, equal to that of any "poore scholar," and has not suffered his "natural gifts" to be smothered by indolence or the pleasures of the world, He is one of the most prolific authors of our time; and his various accomplishments, habits of research, and extraordinary industry, no less than his genius, well entitle him to the rank he holds as one of the most successful, in that branch of literature in which he eminently excels. We must not be dazzled by his versatility; we entertain no doubts about his real excellence, and shall endeavour to fix his true and definite position.

Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer is the youngest son of General Bulwer, of Heydon Hall, in the county of Norfolk, and of Elizabeth, daughter and heiress of Henry Warburton Lytton, Esq., of Knebworth Park, Herts, to the possession of which estate he has just succeeded; and is connected on both sides of the house, with many noble and ancient families. He sat in parliament at an early age for the borough of St. Ives, and subsequently for the city of Lincoln. His parliamentary career was highly creditable, and in one respect, in especial, has left an honourable testimonial to his exertions; we allude to the bill for the protection of dramatic copyright, which he brought in and carried. He distinguished himself at the same time as an able political writer. As a speaker, he had won the respect of the House, though his voice is weak, his manner somewhat hesitating, and his style more florid than accords with the taste of that assembly. His train of argument surmounted these disadvantages, and, what was more difficult still, induced honourable members to overlook a certain appearance of fastidious nicety in dress, which by no means accords with their notions in general. He was made a baronet; the date and occasion of which event we forget. His political labours interfered not in the least with his literary career, to the progress of which we now turn.

The development of his literary taste is ascribed to