“With the exception of Lord Byron, who has made the theme peculiarly his own, no one has more feelingly contrasted ancient with modern Greece. “The poem on the Restoration of the Louvre Collection, has, of course, more allusions to ancient Rome; and nothing can be more spirited than the passages in which the author invokes for modern Rome the return of her ancient glories. In a cursory but graphic manner, some of the most celebrated of the ancient statues are described. Referring our readers, with great confidence, to the works themselves, our extracts may be limited.” _Edinburgh Monthly Review._--“The grand act of retribution--the restoration of the treasures of the Louvre--occasioned Mrs Hemans’ first publication. ‘Modern Greece’ next appeared, and soared still higher into the regions of beauty and pathos. It is a highly promising symptom, that each new effort of her genius excels its predecessor. The present volume strikingly confirms this observation, and leads us to think that we have yet seen no more than the trials of her strength.” TRANSLATIONS FROM CAMOENS, AND OTHER POETS. “Siamo nati veramente in un secolo in cui gl’ingegni e gli studj degli uomini sono rivolti all’ utilità. L’Agricoltura, le Arti, il Commercio acquistano tutto dì novi lumi dalle ricerche de’ Saggi; e il voler farsi un nome _tentando di dilettare_, quand’ altri v’aspira con più giustizia giovando, sembra impresa dura e difficile.”--Savioli. SONNET 70. “Na metade do ceo subido ardia.” High in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beam, The sun had reach’d the zenith of his reign, And for the living fount, the gelid stream, Each flock forsook the herbage of the plain: Midst the dark foliage of the forest shade, The birds had shelter’d from the scorching ray; Hush’d were their melodies--and grove and glade Resounded but the shrill cicada’s lay: When, through the grassy vale, a love-lorn swain, To seek the maid who but despised his pain, Breathing vain sighs of fruitless passion, roved: “Why pine for her,” the slighted wanderer cried, “By whom thou art not loved?” and thus replied An echo’s murmuring voice--“_Thou art not loved!_” SONNET 282. FROM PSALM CXXXVII. “Na ribeira de Euprates assentado.”