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faces,” that rise upon his memory like cook, with her red arms and carrotty dreams-he sees the rude hut that hair, seemed to him, in his dreamings sheltered his youth, standing upon the on that Aberdeenshire desert, more rugged heath-but he sees also his beautiful than the loveliest mountain grey-haired mother's smile, and hears lassie that tript barefoot among the his father's voice, tremulous with age, heather, and vanished in a moment and shaking with emotions, the bitter- from his jaundiced eyes, as light as est a father's heart can feel, when the butterfly that fluttered among the parting for ever from his only son. thyme which bloomed beneath her feet. He hears the light songs of his sisters, Think ye not that the peasant of some and sees the arch sparkle of their eyes, rich plain in England loves that plain as they banter him about the beautiful in all its richness of vegetation and Annette--and the young man starts beauty of sky, as truly and as devotedly from his waking dreams to sad realities as the “habitant” of the Hebrides -and marvel ye, as his eye takes in loves his native hut, with the cataract the blossoms of the vine, or his ear roaring over the linn a few yards from drinks the wild carols of the vintage the door, and the tempest howling train, that he despises them as things down the unsheltered ravine, where foreign to his heart and his affections ; at midnight he fancies he hears the and that he longs, with a passionate yelling of disembodied ghosts, and the longing, for the rude rocks which friend- voices of the spirits of the storm! ship has clothed for him with beauty, Every man loves his country—but it and the desolate height which love has is not the earth, the insensate clod, sprinkled for him with flowers ? Re- that is the bond—it is the associations verse the matter, and see if the propo- of his youth, his manhood, or even his sition holds. Take some fat Cockney, ancestry, which bind him with such for instance, and keep him in any of intensity of strength ; and never may the Highland moors for a year—see if those feelings be eradicated from huhe won't have a longing to return to man hearts ! Still dear to men be the his snug house, his pint of port, and home, however bleak, where first they rubber of wbist. Ask him, when he listed their pure hearts to Heaven, and was sojourning among the roes and taught their young lips to lisp the name moorcocks, if he did'n't frequently of God-still dear be the sunny vale, wish to be comfortably seated on his the barren heath, or the shrubless sofa in the parlor, with his wife by his mountain, where they wandered in side, and his two or three children their thoughtless youth-and dear be about his knee, and then ask him, af- the solemn aisle, or small desolate ter looking at young Johnnie's squint- kirkyard, where they have laid their ing eye, and little Sophy's swelled wee bairn that died, with its sweet cheek, whether he was so anxious for smiles and long soft hair, and where his home, merely because it was they may shortly be laid themselves, warm, and bien, and comfortable, or to mingle their bones with the bones whether it was not the presence of his of their fathers and grandfathers, who wife and little ones that made him lived and died in the same quiet valpant for it as the hart does for the wa- ley a hundred years before ! ter-brook? Even Betty, his Dorsetian

TO A BUTTERFLY SEEN IN THE STREETS OF A CITY.

PURPLE-WINGED offspring of gladness and 'Mid golden-spun twilight and rose vapors light,

born, Backward go circle thy wandering flight, Where dallied the breeze with the dew. Nor thus into dust and pollution surrender drop at morn, Those gem-studded fragments of heaven's How swift might'st thou bear to the eyelids blue splendor.

of day

her story,

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The young soul of Song breaking sphere- O'er the bright meadow dappled with tints ward away!

from the cloud, Or how well might'st thou seem with thy Where in shade of the oak-tree the flow'rets delicate glory,

are gushing, The spirit that lives in the breast of a Where the steed in his masterless grandeur maiden,

is rushing, When passion and tears have not troubled And, while earth's thousand voices around

her are ringing, And the wings of her joy with no fore. The Spirit of Nature is dancing and singing. sight are laden!

Away to the vale where the tendrils of vine Begone! O, thou angel of happiest tidings, With the limbs of the inonarch-like elm-tree To sun-beamy skies, to the isles of the

entwine, blest;

To the wild-buds that gleam o'er the lone The sounds of men's follies are threat'nings forest waters, and chidings,

To the sands and the shells of some far Nor in this busy gloom can'st thou hope Grecian bay, to have rest.

Trod by the green billows' glittering daugh

ters, Bright insect! through clamors, and buzz Warbling to tunes that the soft ripples ings, and din,

play. Like a tone of sweet music thou wanderest

0! mount in the breeze as mounts a thought, Through the mist, and the smoke, and the

Soaring aloft from its daily dust! wide city's shade,

Rise like a censer's vapor fraught Like the star of the morning in beauty ar With the fragrance of love and grateful rayed,

trust! In the spot of the broad earth most darkened And, airy butterfly, haste to roam, with wrong;

And in south or in west seek out thy home, Thou shedd'st in thy flight, on the paths of

the throng, The joy that of old made a paradise ours,

Yet, O! again a moment stay, When yet thou could'st flutter on cankerless Circling down from thy azure way, flowers.

For art thou not indeed to me

The genius of my earlier days, In that Eden, when still the white eyelids Of hours from which too fast l'Alee,

And backward bend a mournful gaze ? of Eve Had never been opened to gaze on the Thou art the light and fearless soul

Of my young being, that sweeps along sod, And that bosom was stirred with its first In gladness, needing not a goal,

Ånd careless of all the care-worn throng,-gentle heave, Which none bad e'er seen but the seraphs And from an inward prompting loves.

That earnest without purpose moves, of God;

Emblem of times when I lay beside Over lips that, unknowing to kiss or to sing,

The dim and gurgling river, Had a passionless thrill they could ne'er And through the leaves that wreathed its feel again,

side, The newly-born butterfly waved its gay

The fountain-fay appeared to glide, wing, And shone round the maiden so innocent With limbs that glance and quiver! then.

When if, perchance, thy flitting speed 0: away from the sorrowful spot where the I thought thee a heavenly thing indeed,

Darted and wheeled by the grassy shore, il

And thou gav'st me a throb that I feel no That she sowed upon earth has been multi

plied still ; Away, 0! thou sweetest of God's living things,

And, flutterer! could I be e'en now To the nightingale's woods, to the fairies' The happy thing thou art, green rings,

No memory to wring my brow, To the cave of the rock where the dewy

No hopelessness at heart, floods well, In the twilight and cool of their moss-man- Ah! then how soon would I resign tled cell ;

The storm of useless thought within, To the cliff that with ridges of pine-wood And on those azure wings of thine looks proud

Float from this chaos of doubi and sin. 20 ATHENEUM, VOL. 1, 3d series.

more.

MR. MARTIN'S ENGRAVING OF THE DELUGE.

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MR. MARTIN has published an En- phants, and every wild and ferocious graving from his Picture of “ the De- animal, act those terrible extraraluge."--Of all living artists, Mr. Mar- gances which are usually dictated by tin appears to attain the sublime with the last despair ; while far above, bethe greatest facility. It springs forth neath the streaming light, the ark is spontaneously, as it were, from the discovered awaiting tranquilly among constitution of his mind, and more or tufted groves, the rising of the waters, less palpably pervades everything he which is to float it over the ruins of produces. This sublime is not, how- the world. ever, the sublime of passion, exhibited The invention displayed in this print in the workings of a single counte- is admirable. Every terrible circumnance, or in the countenances of a stance that might be supposed to acgroup : it arises from the simultaneous company the destruction of a world, sufferings of multitudes crowded toge- is introduced : the multitude, broken ther by some terrible catastrophe, into groups and clinging to each other from a combination of innumerable en to the last, or crowding together in ergies,—from confusion, darkness, and confusion, as affection or terror predoimmensity. It may generally, perhaps, minates, is admirably distributed ; and be termed the sublime of the material the savage animals, no longer thirsting world, in which man, contrasted with for blood, but stricken with instinctive the huge masses of rock, gigantic ar- fear, and gazing upwards at the black chitecture, mountains, torrents, and heavens, are finely imagined, and, as abysses, by which he is surrounded, well as the groups of human beings, appears a miserable pigmy, created to the torn mountains, and the rushing be the sport of the elements, or crush- waters, depicted with prodigious powed to dust amid their convulsions. In er. The lights and shadows are exthe present magnificent engraving, all quisitely managed, so as to produce an that we have said is literally exempli- idea of vast depth and distance ; and fied : the sun, the moon, the streaming the effect of the whole is eminently comet, in miraculous conjunction, and impressive and sublime. The followhalf eclipsed by the canopy of vapor ing poem, from the pen of a very aminow hung densely round the globe, and able contemporary, was produced by melting into torrents of rain, glare a sight of the picture, which we need menacingly upon the earth. In the not say is inferior to the engraving. centre of the picture, directly beneath

The awful Vision baunts me still, the light, which breaks down in pale In thoughts by day, in dreams by night; masses through the clouds, are the So well had Ari's creative skill

There shown its searless might. lofty beetling precipices of Caucasus or Ararat, clothed with wood, and The flood-gates of the foaming deep pouring down diminutive cataracts. Py power supreme asunder riven!

The dark, terrific, arching sweep On the right and left thick darkness

Of clouds by tempests driven ! broods upon the mountains, except where the forked lightning pierces

The beetling crags, which, on the right,

Menace swift ruin in their fall, through it, blasting the rocks, and set. Yet rise on Memory's wistful sight, ting on fire the forests. On the left And Memory's dreams appal. foreground, the waters, in foaming, The rocky foreground—where await tremendous torrents, rush towards the Man, beast, and bird their fearful doom ; centre, where, upon the brink of pre- Wonder, and awe, and love, and hate,

Mute grief, and sterner gloom; cipices, and directly beneath the toppling mountains, the wretched remnant All passions of the human heart, of the human race, including the aged Here, by the mastery of Art,

In moods the darkest, fiercest known, Methuselah, mingled with horses, ele

In energy are shown.

All wildest fancy can portray

or that tremendous scene and hour, Ererts its own resistless sway,

And triumphs in its power. It is no momentary spell,

Unfelt-when we behold it not :
Its woes on after hours must dwell,

Its fears be unforgot.
Yet not of woe or fear alone

It tells a sad and solemn story;

One object in the wreck is shown

Of love-and grace-and glory!
One gleam-where all beside is dark,

From stern and hopeless horror saves,
Shows where the Heaven-protected ark

The world of waters braves !
To that, amid Creation's doom,
Meek Hope, and holy Faith may cling,
nd, in Destruction's darkest gloom,
of Mercy's triumph sing ! B. BARTON.

THE ANNUALS.

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We are inundated with notices of lying before us, these efforts have been these forthcoming productions ; all of continued with augmented spirit and them possessing claims to public atten success. Most of the engravings are intion, and some of them making extra- deed exquisite, and the subjects reordinary efforts both in literature and markably well chosen both for approthe arts. When we consider the vast priateness and variety. cost lavished on these small volumes, 3. The Amulet, by Mr. Hall, which nothing but a very large sale which takes a more serious tone than could enable the parties to expend, its compeers, and has established its (from not less than two to the amount character with a very large and influof perhaps six or eight thousand ential part of the community. pounds and more,) it will appear that 4. Friendship's Offering, is under they are publications of comparatively the direction of another poet of no the cheapest kind, since the engravings mean celebrity, Mr. T. Pringle. We of the least emulous of them would, have as yet seen nothing of its compoin any other form, be worth more than sition, but expect good things from the the price of the whole work with its talents and assiduity of its editor. contributions from so many distin 5. The Pledge of Friendship, the guished hands. Indeed, but for the name of which is altered into The use of steel plates, from which thou- Gem, promises to realise its new title, sands of impressions can be taken, it it is edited by Mr. T. Hood, would be impossible to get up such books whose tender

as well as sportive at such prices. We do not therefore muse is competent greatly to enrich think that the increase of their num any production of this kind. But of bers will have any other effect than this Annual we must also allow we that of creating a corresponding in- have as yet seen nothing. crease of demand : the best will, of 6. The Bijou, published by Mr. course, carry off the palm : but we are Pickering, and edited, we believe, by of opinion that every one that is well Mr. N. H. Nicholas. This is its second conducted will meet with sufficient year : the first No. had some striking encouragement. To promote this, we features, which attracted much notice. give a list as far as we can.

7. The Keepsake, under the direc1. Ackerman's Forget-me-not-the tion of Mr. C. Heath for the arts, and first in the field, and one wbich has of Mr. F. M. Reynolds for the literahitherto merited and enjoyed a very

ture. The beauty of its illustrations large circulation.

last year commanded great applause, 2. The Souvenir, Mr. Alaric and this season even more strenuous Watts’s, which set the example, so exertions have been made to raise it beneficial to arts and artists, of having still higher, especially in its literary the highest style of embellishments in compositions. We have seen three or works of this class. This year, if we four of the plates, which it is impossimay judge from the beautiful proofs ble to surpass.

8. The Anniversary, with Mr. Year's Gift will be the Children of Sharp in the direction of the fine art the Wood by Miss Dagley ; Northdepartment, and Allan Cunningham cote's Marriage of Prince Richard; a the editor. Both names are pledges Dancing Girl, from Wood, and other of excellence. One proof, of Sir W. ornaments. Scott in his study, is shown as an ex A Musical Annual has also been ample of the engravings. Scotland announced, and we should not wonder has, we hear, furnished many of the to see several other projects of the literary contributions.

same kind, peculiarly addressed to 9. The Winter's Wreath resembles different pursuits and orders of society, the Amulet in some measure, and is, The Almanacs, too, have been we understand, principally derived much improved by this new species of from Liverpool, but the contributors composition, which has in other reare of all quarters, as in the other An- spects had considerable effects upon nuals, from John o' Groat's House to the Fine Arts and the floating literathe Land's End.

ture of the country. Moore, Camp10. 11. 12. The Christmas Box, bell, and Rogers, are almost the only the New Year's Gift, and the Juvenile eminent names which have not been Forget-me-not, for children. begged or bought into the fact of conAmong the engravings of the New tributing.

are

SCIENTIFIC MISCELLANY.

« Serene Philosophy !
She springs aloft, with elevated pride,
Above the tangling mass of low desires,
That bind the fluttering crowd ; and, angel-wing'd,
The heights of Science and of Virtue gains,
Where all is calm and clear.”

THE THUMB.

COMETS.

plausible argument, be traced to any The thumb is a very important part of the monkey tribes, which have in of the hand, and is, at least, so far as the course of ages found out the art of strength is concerned, almost peculiar turning one of their fingers into the to man; for in the hands of apes and use of a thumb,—a theory which, wild lemurs, the thumb is small and feeble, as it is, has been maintained by more (“ altogether ridiculous," as Eusta- than one philosopher. chius, the anatomist, asserted,) and cannot act, as in man, in opposition to the combined force of the fingers. The two comets, which are soon to The muscles of the fingers, for the appear, excite much interest. Accordmost part, are placed in the fore-arm. ing to the calculations of M. DamoiThe most important muscles of the seau, of the French Academy, that, thumb—those which bend it in oppo- the mean revolution of which is 2460 sition to the fingers—could not have days, will arrive at the perihelion on been fixed in the arm, as the required the 27th of November, 1832, at thirmotion is across the palm, and not in ty-two minutes, twenty-one seconds the line of the arm. These muscles after eleven : its perturbations may be are accordingly placed around the in- nine days, fifteen hours, fifty-six minner ball of the thumb, forming a firm utes, twenty-seven seconds. The and vigorous assemblage of cords, comet, the period of which is three ready to move the thumb in every years and a third, has a less irregular useful direction. Their thickness and motion. It re-appeared towards the firmness make up for their want of end of the last summer : on the 11th length. From this it is evident, that of November it will reach its shortest

can never, with any show of distance from the earth ; and towards

man

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