The applause of a few indulgent friends has very often exposed the unfortunate writer of verse to great and unexpected mortification. Such will most probably be the fate of Mr. Fitzgerald. The poems contained in this volume, may have pleased a friendly circle, who heard them from the mouth of the author, but they are not of a nature to bear in the closet the severe judgment of an unbiassed reader. They are not marked by any glaring faults, but they want the inspiring soul of poetry. They never interest the heart, or elevate the mind.