When the mass was ended, the King came towards the mother, and, having read the petition, said, "I am rejoiced that I can in this instance follow the dictates of my heart, without attacking the just severity of laws made for the maintenance of morality. Your son has been guilty of an indiscretion, but not of a crime produced by a corruption of principle. I should be much grieved if a young man, the support of his mother, were to pine in wretchedness for ten years for such an error, and still more so, if during that period he should contract habits destructive to his morals and to your happiness. Punishments are intended to prevent the example of crime, and not to expose the pure mind to corruption. Your son is pardoned." The poor woman fell at the King's feet, bathed in her tears. The duchess of Angouleme generously supplied her with the means of returning to Bordeaux. SUGAR. It has been controverted, whether the sugar of the ancients resembled ours or not. Some have said, that we owe the discovery to India. Isaiah says [xliii. 23.]thou hast brought me no sweet cane with money.' Joinville mentions the cultivation of the cane at Acre, so that it is probable the Arabians, as Arvieux contends, introduced it under the Caliphs. It was certainly supposed among us to be brought from Barbary, before the trade to the West Indies was fully established. It was used here in the fifteenth century in loaves, and such loaves were presented to great persons, from whom favour and protection were expected. This mention of loaves renders dubious Anderson's account, that the refining of it was first discovered by a Venetian in the sixteenth century. CONVERSION OF ATMOSPHERIC AIR INTO A FLUID BY PRESSURE. Mr. Perkins has, we learn, compressed atmospheric air to such a degree, that a small portion of fluid appears at the end of the compressed column. This fluid does not wholly recover its gaseous state when the pressure is removed. 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The organ of the Cathedral of Seville, is said to to have 5,300 pipes, with 110 stops, (these latter being 50 more than are in the famous one of Haerlem); yet, so ample are the bellows, that, when stretched, they supply the full organ fifteen minutes. The mode of filling them with air is singular; for instead of working with his hands, a man walks backwards and forwards along an inclined plane of about fifteen feet in length, which is balanced in the middle on its axis; under each end is a pair of bellows, of about six feet by three and a half. These communicate with five other pair united by a bar; and the latter are so contrived, that when they are in danger of being overstrained, a valve is lifted up, and gives them relief. Passing ten times along the inclined plane fills all these vessels. 57 OF THE ENGLISH MAGAZINES. BOSTON, MARCH 15, 1824. (Lond. Mag. Dec.) ODE TO THE SEA. From the French.. At length I look on thee again, The magic of thy sounds alone Can raise the transports I have known, Be waked beside the sea. The heights of Blanc have fired mine eyes, Those three bare mounts that touch the skies; I loved their diadem of snow, But O, thou wild and awful sea, Thy threatening dear immensity! Dread ocean! burst upon me with thy shores : Fling wide thy waters-where the storms bear sway ; Thy bosom opens to a thousand prores; Yet fleets, with idle daring, breast thy spray ; Ripple with arrows track thy closing plain, And grace the surface of thy deep domain. Man dares not tread thy liquid way, From storm-gulphs to the skies; Or should he force his passage there, Without a name, without a tomb. Thy banks are kingdoms, where the shrine, the throne, And her bold pilots wound thy pride no more. Rome-Athens-Carthage-what are they? New nations force their onward way And grasp disputed reign; ATHENEUM VOL. 14. Thou changest not: thy waters pour States bow! Time's sceptre presses still Created thus, and still to be. Sea of almightiness itself th' immense And glorious mirror! how thy azure face Renews the heavens in their magnificence! What awful grandeur rounds thy heaving space! Thy surge two worlds eternal-warring sweeps, And God's throne rests on thy majestic deeps. CHARLES DE CHENEDOLLE. (Lit. Gaz.) CHELSEA HOSPITAL.* "The brave poor soldier ne'er despise, FAITH, but your honour's mighty condescending to the chathering of ould Pat. Fifty years have marched off under General Time since I first shoulder'd the firelock, and now I'm daily expecting the route (for my billet is nearly expired) to assemble for the grand review before the Searcher of all hearts. Arrah, many 's the time and oft I've wished for some kind friend that I might spake a word to, and unburthen my sinful heart. Oh, Sir, when I've stood sentry all alone by myself in the dark nights in Ameriky and Spain, and in dear little Ireland too, I've thought, Arrah, Paddy, but you're a big blackguard, so you are, for running away from your ould mother that's dead and gone, without so much as seeing her dacently laid under the turf. If she had been alive it would have broke her heart, so it would, to think how her own beautiful Paddy should desart her in time of need, and not stop to see her waked. But bad manners to that same sarjant Linstock-he laugh'd at poor Pat, and march'd us off without bate of drum, saying, she should never * Our friend the Old Sailor seems to have provoked an Old Soldier to competition; if both uniforms do not belong to the same person. We care not, and hope our readers will like both the blue and the red.-Ed. wake again; for I must be after telling you that there was a recruiting-party came down to the fair, and so they pick'd me out as the most likely lad on the sod; and indeed, your honour, I say it myself, that dared tread on my there was n't many in those days, tho' But they got me into a state of tosticagreat coat, or call my stick a rascal. tion, and chated me by slipping the knew nothing about it at all at all; but King's countenance into my fob when I had taken the picture myself. Oh, by they swore I had listed willingly, and my conscience, didn't I get into a thundering rage, sure!—not that I minded sarving his Majesty, heaven bless the heart of his soul that's in t'other world! but I thought it wasn't trating me handsome, your honour, to trap me into it— 'twas not behaving jonteel. But I found 'twas of no use to complain, so I went to bid poor mother good bye, and she'd just breath enough left to tell me not to disgrace the country that gave me birth. dare Paddy that I loved so tinderly, Arrah, Paddy, (says she,) my own and used to get the but-but-buthermilk and pra-pra-pratees for! Sir, 'tis a big shame to see a soudger cry; but when I think of the dare soul and the buthermilk, how can I help it ? Oh, Never dishonour your cloth, Paddy, (says she,) nor the King you serve, or the father that begot you, but show the world that the family of the O'Dogher tys were born to be jontlemen. Fight in a just cause; and when the vanquish'd cry for quarter, unlock the heart and spare the hand. Protect the innocent, and do your duty like a man.' Then there was poor Norah. Oh, your honour, I thought it would have broken my heart to see how the tears chased each other down her pale face! And why will you leave me, Paddy, (says she,) all alone by myself? Oh look at our cottage and the peat-stack where will you find the like of it in another country, Paddy? Then there's the bit of a bog yonder for the pigs and the geese, and your own dare Norah and the pratee-garden. Oh, why will you go, Paddy, and leave me alone by myself! And then, your honour, I put my arms around her neck, (for I couldn't spake a word,) and kissed her while we cried together. Oh, your honour, I niver felt before nor since as I did at that same moment ! But then Mr. Sarjant must have his say-divel twist him to the right-about round the rim of the moon a field-day!-God forgive me that I should have unchristian feelings tow'rds even the vilest of his cratures. Come, come, young man, (says he,) fall into the ranks, and march; you'll soon find prettier girls to lead a wild-goose chase." Bad manners to him for that same, to make my own dare Norah believe that her Pat would iver cease to love her as his own heart's blood; so I up and tould him I didn't like to be made game of. Well, well, (says he,) I suppose an honest soudger may have a kiss." Arrah, dress back to the rear, (says I,) Mr. Sarjant, for by my soul if you lay but one of your thieving-hooks upon a digit of her corporal substance, faith but I'll brake my arm across your face, so I will." Well, your honour, and so he persisted in that same, and cotch'd hold of her gownd. Oh, 'twas more than jonteel blood could brook! "Lay there, (says I) jewel ;" and so I stretch'd him along upon mother earth before he could say Whack. And then they put the iron mittens on me, and tore my wate love away. I thought my brain would have crack'd; and so they took me before ould Justice Ballymagfoglem, and poor Pat was committed for a rogue and a vagabond for nothing at all, and march'd off for Cork under a military guard, and put into jail. A few days afterward, and the transports were going to sail : so they trotted me down to the beach, and there I found a great many more like myself. Well, just as I was stepping into the boat, I heard the swate voice of my own dare Norah, and so I stepp'd back again. Jump into the boat, you mutinous rascal,' says the Sarjant." Rascal yourself, (says I,) Mr. Sarjant. Do you think his honour'd Majesty, God bless him! would refuse me one last embrace from the dare crature that I broke the bit o' gold with? Arrah be aisey, and paws off!" for they began to handle me again, your honour. Let the poor fellow alone, (said the Midship-mite of the boat)-let him alone to spake to the girl." God bless you, young jontleman (says I) for that same! May your father niver have to sorrow over your mother's son! And so poor Norah came to me, but I couldn't throw my arms round her neck now, your honour, for the bracelets they clapp'd upon my wrists; but she stoop'd down and got between them, and we were folded to each other's hearts. Oh, Sir, I feel it at this moment, and hope you won't think the worse of poor Pat for the drop in his eye. Well, we were obliged to part. Oh, (says she,) Paddy, niver, niver forget your country or your Norah!' and bad luck to me, your honour if ever I did. And she waved her apron till I saw her out of sight, and then I could have laid down and died. Niver forget your country or your Norah,' were her last words, and they have iver been engraven on my heart, by the same token that Corporal Flannagan, who had received a 'varsity edecation, where he was brought up to run errands and clane shoes, composed the beautifullest song. Oh, your honour, it would do your heart good to hear it. Faith and it's here; I've got it along with the bit of broken gold and a lock of my own darling's hair, all black and shining. Oh they're a rich treasure to poor Pat! My hair was like it once, but now my head is silvered over with the snow of age; but my heart is as warm as iver, and melts with tender ness spite of the frosts of adversity that had so often nipp'd it. Would your honour like to read that same, or shall I read it to you? Oh, I can repeat it by heart, for sure it's always laying next to it. Dear land of my fathers; their glory and pride, Who fought for their homes, and in freedom's cause died, The hallow'd green turf-mound marks each sacred spot, And their spirits still cry, 'Let us ne'er be forgot! And Liberty's tree on dear Erin's land grows Will Paddy forget you-ah never! sailed up to Monte Video; and I shall never forget to remember that same, when we stormed the breach over a scaling ladder of dead bodies, that came tumbling down upon us as fast as we could get up. By and bye somebody fetches me the terriblest poke of the sconce! it made the light dance in my eyes like sparks from a sky rocket; and who should it be but my ould friend Sarjant Linstock, sure, as dead as a red-herring, your honour. "Long life to you, jewel, (says I,) for taking yourself out of the way so dacently!" but my heart smote me as soon as I had said it. Shame to you, Paddy, Your lovely green meadows all sparkling with dew, (thought I,) to rejoice in the downfall Where Norah first met me, how dear to my view! "There, your honour, what do you think of that for a composition? Oh sure it's a sublimity, and bates your criticals and your madrigals, your odds and your songets, all to nothing. Will Paddy forget you? Ah never! But to make the long of the short of it, and go on with my story, I was sent aboard of a transport, and next day we sailed with the rest for the West Indies; and all the passage out I was drill'd morning, noon, and night, till I was as thin as a prateedibble-marching and countermarching between two guns on the deck that wern't more nor six feet asunder; and what with the sae-sickness and the drilling, and six upon four,* I was almost dish'd by the time we got to Jem-ake-he, where they make negurs of the poor blacks. Well, many years after this, the regiment was ordered to the River Plate, and so we landed in Maldonado Bay, and took the island of Goretta. Oh, your honour, it made my heart ache to see the poor souls lie bleeding on the ground, and to be oblig. ed to stick my bayonet into the breast of a fellow-crature! But I thought of my ould mother's advice, sure-Do your duty like a man.' After this we *Six upon four.] When provisions run short, six men are placed upon four men's allowance. of any man; you don't know how soon it may be your own turn; and it struck me all of a heap, so I stood stock still. 'On, on, my brave fellows!' roared somebody in the rear, giving me a prick in the netherlands with a bayonet; it made me jump like a billy-goat, and so I rushed on, headed by our brave Captain, and we entered the town. Well, there was a comical fellow of the name of Taylor (he was a sailor commanding a little brig) advanced with us, having a bag of union-jacks over his shoulder to hoist upon the batteries. When we got into the great square, ould Elio, the Governor, stood ready to receive us; so we charged, and Taylor, running on, knock'd him down with the pack of jacks; and after that, oh 'twas all dickey with 'em. Arrah, Paddy, what booty have you got "Sorrow says Corporal Blacketer. the scurragh," says I. Och hone to your heart, look here!' says he; and so, your honour, he turns round upon his back, and puts his hand into his haversack, and pulls out a little silver image that I knew at first glance was St. Peter. "Oh you tief o' the world, (says I,) what, rob a church!"—" No, no, (says the corporal,) I had him from an honest priest to redeem his corpus any-mule-he from danger. And see here (opening his cartouch-box, and showing him another) and here (tapping his knapsack that bulk'd out)— see here, I've got all the saints in the Calendar dacently buckled up-faith, here's enough to make an Almanack ! But what plaised me most was the good |