living poets of England." Moreover, it is just such a book as we
expected from the worthy vicar of Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of
Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill Parsonage, of which interesting
abode we inserted an unique description in our last volume.

As our principal object is to give a few of the _poetical pictures_, we
shall be very brief with the prose, and merely quote an outline of the
poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, is a native of the district in which he
resides, and this circumstance introduces some beautiful retrospective
feelings:--

But awhile,
Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene,
Array'd in living light around, and mark
The morning sunshine,--on that very shore
Where once a child I wander'd,--Oh! return
(I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth,
Of childhood,--oh, return!" How vain the thought,
Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse,
Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings;
For this wide view is like the scene of life,
Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee,
And we look back upon the vale of years,
And hear remembered voices, and behold,
In blended colours, images and shades
Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call,
Again in softer light.

The poem then proceeds with a description of an antediluvian cave at
Banwell, and a brief sketch of events since the deposit; but, as Mr.