23 NOVEMBER 1867, Page 22

A ithymer's Wallet. By Cradock Newton. (A. W. Bennett.)—The poems

in this volume may be read with pleasure, and some of them tempt us to linger long, or to come back more than once. We admit that this is high praise to bestow on "a rhymer," but Mr. Newton is not a rhymer of the ordinary stamp, and though we cannot yet crown him as a poet, we think there is some hope of his earning the crown. The lines we have noticed as most successful are those headed "In the Spring," which, though not as well worked out as some of the other poems, are more original. We should have praised "Lying in State" and "After-Dinner Talk," but that they remind us of Browning, while "Wonderland," which is remarkable enough in its way, seems like Keats strained through Tennyson and dashed with Swinburne.