“Where Scio’s isle blushes with Christian gore,
And hostile fiends still yell around the shore.”
Well nigh tired of animadversion, let us employ the remainder of this
article with selections that will be read with satisfaction, and which
may strike some sympathetic and responsive chords. We need not bestow
any higher praise upon the following pieces, chosen with care, as by far
the best in the volume, (though we will venture to assert that the
author considers them the poorest,) than to remark that we consider them
worthy of the space they occupy in this magazine.