Poems. By William Brownrigg Lumley, Major II.M..'s Indian Army. (Moron.)—This
broad, thin, and gorgeously bound volume is intended for presentation copies, and will do very well for those drawing-rooms where the books lie on the table and are never opened. One stanza, by no means the worst, will be quite enough for our readers. It concludes s "Lament for the late Prince Consort:"-
" But England's love will still endure When Justice holds the trembling pen, Which draws from bleeding hearts the claims That stamp the fame of worthy men !"
When we first caught sight of Justice dipping her trembling pen into bleeding hearts, as a sort of inkstand, and writing claims, we thought we, were going to have an attack on the War Office, knowing what strong language military men sometimes use about that institution. We were not prepared for the confusion of metaphor in the last line, but we
soon got used to it as we read on. It pervades the whole book, an 1, with the fanny arrangement of words, by which they are made to ba plain prose or to have no meaning at all, constitutes the author's chief claim to attention.
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