I’ll gaze no more, on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbors there, in every place; For my enchanted soul, alike she drowns With calms and tempests, of her smiles, and frowns. I’ll love no more those cruel eyes of hers, Which pleased or angered, still are murderers; For if she dart (like lightning) through the air Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair; If she behold me with a pleasing eye I surfeit with excess of joy and die. * * * * * REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. _Lectures on Art and Poems. By Washington Allston. Edited by Richard H. Dana, Jr. New York: Baker & Scribner. 1 vol. 12mo._ The admirers of the greatest of American painters will need none of our advice to read this volume, placing as it does its accomplished author among the greatest of American writers. The Lectures are four long and elaborate essays on art; and they evince a depth and delicacy of insight, a concentrativeness and continuity of thought, a finely harmonized action of reason and imagination, and a command of subtle expression, which entitle them to a high rank among the best critical compositions of the century. The lectures treat of the highest and most exacting principles of creative art, and the passage from them to the poems is a hazardous descent. Though some of these poems have gleams of the author’s genius, they are generally characterized by a penury of imaginative expression which is painful to a reader fresh from the Lectures.