The beauty and grandeur of the sunsets, thus imperfectly described,
surpass inconceivably any thing of a similar description which I have
ever witnessed, even amidst the most rich and romantic scenery of our
British lakes and mountains.
Were I to attempt to account for the exquisite enjoyment on beholding
the setting sun between the tropics, I should perhaps say, that
it arose from the warmth, the repose, the richness, the novelty,
the glory of the whole, filling the mind with the most exalted,
tranquillizing, and beautiful images.
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There is likewise a tale, Going to Sea, and the Ship's Crew, by Mrs.
Bowdich, which equally merits commendation.
Powerful as may be the aid which the editor has received from the
_contributors_ to the "Friendship's Offering," we are bound
to distinguish one of his own pieces--_Glen-Lynden, a Tale of
Teviot-dale_, as the sun of the volume. It is in Spenserian verse, and
a more graceful composition cannot be found in either of the Annuals.
It is too long for entire extract, but we will attempt to string
together a few of its beauties. The scenery of the Glen is thus
described:--
A rustic home in Lynden's pastoral dell
With modest pride a verdant hillock crown'd:
Where the bold stream, like dragon from the fell,
Came glittering forth, and, gently gliding round
The broom-clad skirts of that fair spot of ground,
Danced down the vale, in wanton mazes bending;
Till finding, where it reached the meadow's bound,
Romantic Teviot on his bright course wending.
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