To win the love of thee, I would the wealth of worlds resign, For life has nought for me, But one sole wish to call thee mine. All other joys of life no more, For me a thought shall claim, Thou art the Idol I adore, My happiness and fame. To win the love of thee, I would the wealth of worlds resign, For life has nought for me, But one sole wish to call thee mine. Strive not with ornament to hide Thy beauty’s op’ning flower; Simplicity should be thy bride. For therein lies thy power. Of Constancy the model I To wand’ring eyes should prove, For I should only wish to die If e’er I lose thy love. To win the love of thee, &c. * * * * * REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. _Notes of a Tour through Turkey, Greece, Egypt, Arabia Petræa, to the Holy Land; including a Visit to Athens, Sparta, Delhi, Cairo, Thebes, Mount Sinai, Petræa, &c. By E. Joy Morris. Two vols. 12 mo. pp. 550. Philadelphia, Carey & Hart: 1842._ Were we disposed to be hypercritical, we should begin by finding some fault with the title of these volumes. It is quite too long, besides being tautological. Why speak of a tour through Egypt, and a visit to Thebes! Or of a tour through Greece and a visit to Athens? It would be as proper to announce a journey through England, including a visit to London. He who travels over a country of course visits its capital. If he supposes the readers of his journal do not know what city enjoys that distinction, it is even then better to let them acquire this geographical information by degrees. Too great and sudden developments may defeat his object; a man’s vision is sometimes obscured by excess of light.