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and brae in the neighborhood. How eye, as of old, be dear each slip of many pretty little blossoming gardens blue sky, glimpsing through the storm does the Spring now in vain deside- each cloud-cleaving hill-top, Benrate! Are there any such things now- nevis, Cairn-gorm, Cruachan-Spire a-days, we wonder, as retired citizens 1 pointing to heaven through the dense Old, decent, venerable husband and city-cloud, or from the solitary brae-wife, living about a mile, or two Baronial hall or castle sternly dilapimiles even, out of town, always to be dating in slow decay-humble hut, found at home when you stroll out to that sinks an unregarded ruin, like see how the worthy pair are getting some traditionless cairn-or shieling, on, either sitting each on an opposite that, like the nest of the small brown arın-chair, with a bit sma' Hassie, moorland bird, is renewed every grandchild perhaps, or perhaps only spring, lasting but one summer in its an orphan servant girl, treated as if remotest glen! To thine ears, as of she were a grandchild, between them old, be on a stool, and who was evidently “Dear the wild music of the mountain wave, reading the Bible as you entered ; or Breaking along the shores of liberty !" the two, not far from one another in Dear the thunder of the cataract the garden-he pruning, it may be, heard, when the sky is without a the fruit-trees, for he is a great gar- cloud, and the rain is over and gonedener, and rejoices in the Golden heard by the deer-stalker, standing Pippin-she busy with the flowers, like a shadow, leagues off, or moving among which we offer you a pound for for hours slow as a shadow, guided every weed, so exquisitely fine the by the antlers. Dear be the yell of care that tends those gorgeous beds of the unseen eagle in the sky, and dear, anemones and polyanthuses, or pinks, where “ no falcon is abroad (or prey," and carnations, on wbich every dewy the happy moaning of the cushat in the morning Flora descends from heaven grove-the lilting of the lintwhite to brighten the glory with her smiles! among broom and brier-the rustle of But we are relapsing into the pathe- the wing of the lonesome Robin-redtic, so let us remark that a Capital breast in the summer-woods-his should always be proportioned to sweet pipe on the barn or byre-riggin' a Country-and verily, Scotland car- in autumn, through all winter long his ries hers, like a fine phrenological peck at the casement, and his darkdevelopement, on a broad back and eyed hopping round the hearth! Be shoulders, and looks stately among thine ever a native, not an alien spirit, the nations. And never-never-this and ever on thy lips, sweet Scotia! is our morning and evening prayer may there hang the music of thy own nerer may she need to hang down Doric tongue. that head in shame, but may she lift Nor vain the hope, for it is in heait up, crested with glory, till the blue ven! A high philosophy has gone skies themselves shall be no more- out from the sages of thy cities into till cease the ebbing and the flowing the loneliest recesses of the hills. The of that sun-bright sea!
student sits by the ingle of his faBut never in all her annals were ther's straw-roofed shed, or lies in found together Shame and Scotland. leisure, released from labor, among Sir William Wallace has not left the broomy banks and braes of the Shame one single dark cavern where- wimpling burn, and pores and mein to hide her head. Be thou ditates over the pages of Reid, and Bold, Free, Patriotic, as of old, ga- Fergusson, and Stewart, and Brown, thered up in thyself within thy native wise benefactors of the race. Each mountains, yet hospitable to the high- vale “ sings aloud old songs, the musouled Southron, as thou wert ever sic of the heart,”-the poetry of Burns wont to be even in the days of Ban- the deathless shall brighten forever nockburn and Flodden !—To thine the cottar's hearth-Campbell is by all
beloved—and the high harp of Scott with a telescopic eye—the far-off shall sound forever in all thy halls. Bass, from whose cliffs, perhaps at And more solemn, more sacred, all this very moment, the flashing fowlingover the land are heard,
piece has scared a yelling cloud of seaThose strains that once did sweet in Sion birds, there the near Castle-Rock glide,”
thundering a royal salute,-there the songs, mournful in their majesty, masts unnumbered, here roofs multiof the woe-denouncing, sin-dooming tudinous,-there Neptune, here Apol Prophets of old, of which the mean- lo,-together, sea, sun, earth, and ings are still profound to the ear of heaven, all in one-a perfect Poem! nations that listen to them aright-for V erily it is a pleasant place, and there is a taint at the core of all their pleasant are the people who inhabit it, hearts, and not one single land on the through all their grades. The stuface of the whole earth, strong as it dents at the University are pleasantmay be in its simplicity, that hath not so are the professors. The shopreason to dread that one day or other keepers are pleasant-so are the citimay be its own—the doom of the zens in general-pleasant are the admighty Babylon !
vocates-pleasant every W. S.-are But lo! a soft sweet smile of show- not the ministers of the city pleasant ery sunshine-and our hearts are as they are pious ?--pleasant are touched by a sudden mirth.
the country gentlemen who come
hither to educate their sons and daugh" Then said I, Master, pleasant is this place." ters, forgetful of corn bills—and pleaA pleasanter city is no where to be sant, 0, Edina ! are the strangers seen-neither sea-shore nor inland, but within thy gates! Up and down, between the two, and uniting the rest. down and up the various steps of thy lessness of the one situation with the society do we delight to crutch it; nor quietness of the other,-there green can we complain of a cold reception waves leaping like Furies, here green from the palace in Moray Place to the · hills fixed like Fate, there white box at Newington. Yea, verily, Edsails gliding, here white tents pitched, inburgh is a pleasant place, and plea-there-you can hardly see it even sant are its inhabitants.
THE RUINED CITY.*
Some one beautifully says of Greece dream of the bard, who paints earth - her very tombs are altars ;” and it with the hues of heaven, for he draws is by their side the poet would choose from his own consciousness of immorhis inost efficient stand when he com- tality, what country has so intellecbats the worldly wise, armed with sys- tual a memory as Greece ? And to tems and pamphlets, who question the wbom does she owe this inental eterutility of poetry, and would have nity but to her poets ? for her historithe world of imagination merged in ans, her philosophers, were poets too; the active and actual one. Many and every noble thought, every genesoils are as much summer's favorites'; rous deed recorded of the past, stirs all her natural advantages, green wood the severish and troubled waves of the and shining river, are to be found even present as with an angel's wing, that lovelier in other lands; but what coun- heals and purifies wherever it touches. try has a name that at once goes Nay, even the dark record of guilt bas from the ear to the heart, and calls up its benefit, startling our thoughtless toall that is elevated in our nature-the day, like a warning such as was given noble hope of the patriot—the aspiring by the skeleton at the Egyptian feast
* The Ruined City: a Poem. By G. P. R. James, Esq. 12mo. pp. 32. London, 1828.
-at once sad and fearful. No mar- How true the next extract ! vel that a young poet, on visiting such «We are mad gamesters in this world below, a land, should find his thoughts, like All hopes on one uncertain die to throw. the fountains of the fairy tale, leap
How vain is man's pursuit, with passion blind,
To follow that which leaves us still behind ! forth in music. The author says:
Go! clasp the shadow, make it all thine own, “ A few years ago, a party of English Place on the flying breeze thine airy throne; gentlemen, travelling in the Morea,
Weave the thin sunbeams of the morning sky;
Catch the light April clouds before they fly; conceived the idea of visiting some of
Chase the bright sun unto the fading west, the ruins of ancient Greece by moon And wake him early from his golden rest; light. This was executed according- Seeking th' impossible, let life be past,
But never dream of pleasure that shall last. ly, during one of the most splendid nights of eastern summer; and an ac- on in my infancy, when joys were young, count of the effect produced, given by And, Hope! thy siren voice most sweetly sung, one of the travellers to the author O'er the green meadow and the April plain
I've chased the varied bow of heaven in vain suggested the following little poem.” Followed its hues, Transparent as they shone, Poetry was the only language which And woo'd its feeting splendor for mine own. could speak of such scenes : and what In alter years, when beauty's fairer beam
Rose to my eyes in loveliness supreme, praise do we not give Mr. James when Beauty I followed, and as fondly 100 we say he was worthy to have seen As e'er I chased yon arch of painted dew. them ! We frankly own we have
Next came the love of glory, and the dream
Of winning fame; I felt my bosom teem been delighted with this little poem: With thoughts and feelings deep, and such as the elegant versification, which gives lead, fitting utterance to thoughts touched
When rightly taught, to honor's shining meed;
No matter now what might such dream destroy, with the beauty they seek to embody Hope ! 'twas like all thy gifts, a gilded toy.
-the melancholy musing the mingled Each splendid trifle that thou hang'st in air memory of a glorious past, broken in Is to man's fancy but a glittering snare :
Thyself the Iris of life's changeful skies; upon by the striking realities of the And still man follows where the rainbow flies. present the vein of half sad and half But shall be yet, when often thy deceit bitter philosophy,--speak the truly
speak the truly Has taught astray to roam his weary feet,
believe the lying vision he has proved, poetic mind-one on whose lips alone And fix his eyes on things in vain beloved ? should the name of Greece ever rest. Yes, even so! To life's remotest gleam,
The truant still shall chase thy flying beam; But let our readers use their own
Till through the vale of death, in glory bright, judgment.
The star of hope be fixed before his sight!
No transient beam, no evanescent ray, " Parent of contemplation ! Night sublime !
But the full brilliance of eternal day."
“No! let man's epitaph be writ on hearts; In glitt'ring sunbeams and in noisy light;
Grief be his scutcheon when his soul departs; To courts and crowds I willingly resign
The widow's sorrow his emblazonment; The gaudy day : be night's calm silence mine.
The orphan's woe his fun'ral monument;
The good man's pity and the poor man's tear Meanwhile, the sun's pale sister calmly shone The noblest trophies that adorn his bier. On those memorials of the ages gone, ' Oh ! when the inevitable hour be come, Looking so placid on that soulless scene, And, 'midst past things men delve my latest So calmly sweet, so pensively serene,
home, It seemed as if she mark'd a world's decay, Let me be mourned by gratitude and worth, Not feelingless ; but poured her lucid ray And fond affection lay me in the earth; Upon the remnants of the past, and drew Place o'er my lowly grave no haughty pile; Some comment, sweet and solemn, from the Write on my unstained tomb no flatt'ry vile; view.
I would not men should come and scoff to read Beneath were column, sepulchre, and bust, One doubtful record of my life or deed. Prostrate once more in their primeval dust : No! rest my name in meinory alone, The melancholy records left alone
A purer tablet than the Parian stone. Of thousands honor'd, and of thousands gone. Let friends remember me ! when these are not, Before my steps a nation's dwellings lay Or I forgotten- let me be forgot !” The earth I trod upon, a nation's clay And here and there the letter'd stone would show We cannot neglect the annexed exSome long-lived monument of short-lived woe, quisite sketch. Telling how Dion died, how Ulpia wept, Where Ilis rotted, or where Simo slept; “ Such once I knew; froin cold earth past For the first steps within that city led
away, Among the mansions of its ancient dead." A flower that bloomed and withered in a day;
Her voice was music, and a magic.wile, For infant poesy possessed her heart,
But yet at times a something more than thought,
She'd gaze upon the blue sky's deep expanse. Her eyes, as April's morning skies, were blue, It seemed as if her soul had ta'en its flight As soft, as pure, and once as playful too; To wander in its realms of native light; Young melody delighted in her sigh ;
To sojourn for a space in joy on high, Her lip was love, her soul was harniony. Then sorrowing leave its dwelling in the skyMuch was her joy to mark the opening spring, And then a glistening tear, uncalled, would fill And list while birds its welcoming would sing; her eye. Or wander through the forest's budding shade, She was not made for earth, a thing so fair 'Midst youthful boughs in lender green arrayed, Seemed formed a higher destiny to share.” What time the young pale flow'ret's early bloom,
It is perhaps a stretch of prerogative And rise like spirits from their wintry tomb. to make a work printed for private But when the earth upheld the golden sheaf, She'd mourn to see her much-loved summer
her circulation the subject of public criti
nirnolation the subiect of public criti. leaf
cism ; but we expect from our readers Fall to the autumn ground, and fading flowers thanks; and to Mr. James we can onDrop their light honors 'neath the passing ly say, that poetry, like mercy, \ is
hours ; For shadowed forth through nature she would twice blessed, it blesses him that gives see
and him that takes." The bard were Prophetic lines of human destiny, Yet much delighted she in every shade
no true poet who “ did but wake his By the world's variegated robe displayed ; music for hiinself.”
“Come, let us stray Where Chance or Fancy leads our roving walk."
THE LOVE OF FLOWERS. the violet of spring : it is unseaThe love of flowers seems a natu- sonable ; perhaps it brings with it rarally implanted passion, without any ther a thought of melancholy than of alloy or debasing object as a motive : joy; we view it with curiosity, not afthe cottage has its pink, its rose, its section ; and thus the late is not like polyanthus : the villa its geranium, its the early rose. It is not intrinsic dahlia, and its clematis ; we cherish beauty or splendor that so charms us; them in youth, we admire them in de- for the fair maids of spring cannot comclining days; but, perhaps, it is the pete with the grander matrons of the early powers of spring that always advanced year; they would be unheedbring with them the greatest degree of ed, perhaps lost, in the rosy bowers of pleasure, and our affections seem im- summer and of autumn: no; it is our mediately to expand at the sight of first meeting with a long-lost friend, the first opening blossom under the the reviving glow of a natural affecsunny wall or sheltered bank, howe- tion, that so warms us at this season. ver humble its race may be. In the To maturity they give pleasure, as a long and sombre months of winter our harbinger of the renewal of life, a siglove of nature, like the buds of vege- nal of awakening nature, or of a hightation, seems closed and torpid ; but, er promise; to youth, they are expandlike them, it unfolds and reanimates ing being, opening years, hilarity, and with the opening year, and we wel- joy ; and the child, let loose from the come our long-lost associates with a house, riots in the flowery mead, and is cordiality that no other season can ex- “Monarch of all he surveys.” cite, as friends in a foreign clime. There is not a prettier emblem of The violet of autumn is greeted with spring than an infant sporting in the none of the love with which we hail sunny field, with its osier-basket
wreathed with butter-cups, orchises, He offers them the different insects and daisies. With summer flowers we which are considered noxious in garseem to live as with our neighbors— dens, all of which they devour; even in barmony and good-will; but spring slugs are eaten by them; and if so, flowers are cherished as private friend - this despised reptile must be a benefiships.
cial assistant to the gardener at LONGEVITY.
times, and in a way he is at present There is now living at Penboyr, but little acquainted with. Carmarthenshire, a female of the patriarchal age of 108 years, in perfect
GALL. possession of all her faculties, with Driven by ridicule from the mystithe exception that her hearing is very cal appellative « Craniology,” and slightly impaired. She frequently subsequently from the more imposing travels eight or even ten miles a day, name of “ Pbrenology," the disciples generally barefooted, while her shoes of Gall have very lately adopted the and sandals are snugly lodged under word “ Cephalology," as a title for her arm, until she approaches the pre- their doctrine. Dr. Fossati, a very cincts of a village, when her feelings ingenious and skilful Italian anatomist of economy give way to her sense of settled in Paris, the pupil and intimate propriety, and the aforesaid habili- friend of the inventor of that doctrine, ments are transferred from under her has lately announced, with the authoriarm to her feet. Two females died ty of government, and in his capacity in that town within the last twelve of successor to Gall, a course of Lecmonths, whose united ages amounted tures on Cephalologie. to 208 years; and there are two women now living whose joint ages ex
GENIUS DEFINED. ceed 200 years.
A wit being asked what the word
genius meant, replied, “ If you had AURORA BOREALIS.
it in you, you would not ask the quesA singular modification of the au- tion; but as you have not, you will Tora borealis was observed in the vi- never know what it means.” cinity of Hall, in the evening of the 26th of December. It wore the ap
FIRES. pearance of a broad belt of pale, but M. Aldini, of Milan, has invented very vivid light, forining the segment a dress which enables the wearer to of an immense circle. It was visible traverse with impunity the flames of a for nearly an hour.
large fire, for the purpose of rescuing
those who may be exposed to their fuUTILITY OF TOADS IN GARDENS. ry, or of saving property from destruc
Practical men have been long aware tion. This dress is composed of a that toads live chiefly on insects, par- tissue of asbestos, which it is well ticularly beetles; some have even known is not combustible, covered made it a point to place them on their with metallic gauze, through which it hot-beds, for the purpose of destroying is also well known flame will not penwood-lice, ear-wigs, &c. A corres- etrate. The forms of the parts of pondent, Mr. Reeve, who has long which the dress consists, seem to have employed toads as guardians of his been suggested to M. Aldini by anmelon and cucumber frames, fully cient armor. It is so contrived, howecorroborates all that has been said re- ver, as to leave the body and limbs at specting their usefulness in such situ- perfect liberty to make whatever efations, and is so attentive to them that forts necessity may require. M. Alwhen they have cleared his beds of dini, with great liberality, has aninsects, and he finds them uneasy in nounced that if any government or their confinement, he actually feeds academical body is desirous of profitthen, in order to keep them there. ing by his invention, and will address