O think what pangs of grief this heart must know, Seen Desolation stalk with demon-form, O'er Albion's fields, and swell th' ensanguined storm; A smiling infant, and a blooming wife, Torn from these arms, stretch'd to protect, in vain, Forgive these sighs from homebred anguish grown, Still must Elsitha claim her Alfred's tear." P. 13. The Caledonian monarch being thus apprised of the name and quality of his illustrious guest, proceeds to inquire into the late events of the contest between the Saxons and the Danes; which gives occasion to Alfred to relate the outline of his own history, bringing it down to the conclusion of the fatal battle of Wilton. Being defeated in this battle in consequence of the treachery of Ceolph, he had been compelled to wander through Britain an outcast and a fugitive, not only deprived of his kingly honours, but separated from his beloved consort Elsitha, whom he thus apostrophises at the close of the first book. "Elsitha! lovely consort of my heart! From thee, from all I value, doom'd to part, Fix'd to no point, as Chance directs my way. Heroes to fly where suffering Virtue calls." P. 36. The recital made by Alfred of his own sufferings, and of the misfortunes of his subjects, kindles a virtuous ardour in the heart of Donald the son of Gregor, to march at the head of a body of Scottish troops to the succour of the English king. To this request Gregor assents, and the Caledonian warriors are summoned to accompany their prince on this generous expedition. They embark at Solway Frith; and we shall quote, as a happy specimen of Mr. Pye's descriptive powers, the following narration of their voyage. Soon to blue air melts Scotia's southmost height, As now by Cambria's western point they keep, Useless the oar, and dangerous now the sail, Part forced disastrous on the rocky coast.' P. 52. By the fury of the storm the ship of Alfred is wrecked, and he alone of all the crew is saved from the overwhelming billows. Having climbed to the summit of the rocky shore, he fixed an anxious eye on the ocean,— Nor saw one wreck of all the naval train Amid the vast expanse of sky and main.' P. 56. His hopes being thus extinguished, he turns his footsteps towards the interior of the country, and takes shelter in a cottage; in which retreat he passes many sorrowful days. His hours, employ'd in constant tales of woe, Day after day fleets on in cheerless mood, Alfred, her country's sovereign, and its pride.' P. 62. From this state of inactivity, however, the Saxon king is roused by the accidental arrival of Ethelwood, who informs him that, notwithstanding the greater part of his dominions are wasted by the Danish invader, Oddune earl of Devonshire still holds out, though besieged in Kenwith castle. The cottager being apprised of the dignity of his guest, proposes to conduct Alfred to a place of greater safety-a marshy island situated at the confluence of the Thone and Parret. The offer is accepted; and the passage of the travelers, across the ford to this asylum, occupies the commencement of the third book. During his residence in the isle of Ethelny, Alfred, in the course of a lonely walk, traces the current of a rivulet, till he at length arrives at a cavern ;-of which Mr. Pye gives the following elegant description. In foaming eddy, where the lucid tide Pours headlong down the high clift's rugged side, Howls the dread whirlwind through the creviced rock.- Territic chills of superstitious dread.' P. 82. This solemn preparation ushers to our view a druid, who, "rapt into future times,' foretels to Alfred the fate of his posterity. In this narration it may easily be imagined that the laureat would not fail to introduce an eulogy on the reigning monarch. And see, best glory of that patriot race, O'er laurels Rome's sweet poet cull'd to grace Shall rise the glory of his honour'd name, "Nor oceans bound his sway, nor stars his fame.'- His fleets to empire, o'er his ambient tide; Improving Science hails the Georgian star.' P. 98. In the fourth book, the conference between Alfred and the bard is interrupted by the arrival of a Saxon, sent in quest of the king, and commissioned to communicate to him the joyful intelligence of the success of Oddune earl of Devon, against a Danish armament just arrived from Ireland. Alfred imme diately hastens to the camp of Oddune, and is received with transport. After reviewing his forces, the monarch discloses to his counsellors his intention of visiting the Danish camp in the disguise of a minstrel, that he may become acquainted with the number and plans of the enemy. To this camp, and in this disguise, he repairs. With joyful look the wary hero view'd ; The whisper'd sound of " Alfred!" strike his ears. The useless harp quits for the shining brand, When thus the voice-" My king! my master! say, O, fly this fatal place, weak all disguise To hide thy well-known form from Treason's eyes. The servile ministers of foul Disgrace, Prompt to betray, for Treachery's base reward, That prince whose life my dying arm would guard.' ` P. 137. This friendly monitor proves to be Edgar, to whose custody Alfred had entrusted Elsitha and his infant son. Edgar, notwithstanding his treasonable residence in the Danish camp, informs his sovereign of the retreat in which he had secured the queen: on which Alfred immediately returns to his troops, at the head of whom he hastens to the spot where she is secreted. • With all their leader's wrongs enfiamed, the band, By Edgar guided, through the waning night, He saw-and bade the clarion's warlike breath The Saxons rush on the invaders, and rescue Elsitha and her companions from the meditated insult. And here we cannot but observe, that the laureat would have excited a much more lively effect had he represented this happy interference as altogether a casual and unexpected incident. The effect we refer to is in some measure produced shortly afterwards, by |