The Closing Scene. By Thames Buchanan Read. (J. Stark.)— This
is intended as a companion volume to a similarly illustrated edition of "Gray's Elegy." The poem is not unworthy of the honour thus put upon it. Indeed, its merits have, been fully recognised by competent critics, Mr. Coventry Pabmore among them. Here are the first stanzas:— " Within his sober realm of lesfiems trees, The russet year inhaled the dreamy iiir ; Like some tanned reaper in his hour of ea.o,
When all the fields are lying brown and hare.
The grey barns, looking from their hazy hills O'er the dim waters widening in the vales, Send down the air a greeting to the Or the dull thunder of alternate All sights were mellowed, and al sounds subdued, The hills seemed further, and the stream sang low, As in a dream the distant woodman hewed His winter log with many a mufillad blow."
The illustrations—nineteeen in number, besides two head-pieoes- have all the delicacy and effectiveness of the best engraving.
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