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groan, fell prostrate on the grave of Helen. Epistles and Gospels for every Sunday Surprise and dismay overwhelmed the hon- throughout the Year, with Explanatory est borderer. He beheld, he recognized, in Notes;” “ A Simple Illustration of the Lithe melancholy stranger, the lost Fleming. turgy," and " A Paraphrase on the Church

With tender caution he hastened to Catechisin.” Mrs. Rundall very sensi. raise him up; but it was a vain effort. His bly observes, that " this simple illustration gallant spirit was fled to join that of fair of the church service, by displaying the Helen.

beautiful arrangement of its several parts, On her grave he found at last his bed of and showing how admirably it is contrived rest; and, to the present day, their remains for public use, may perhaps excite an insleep in peace together.

terest that has hitherto been unfelt." “? They were lovely in their lives, and in

Sayings and Doings.-Such is the popu. their death they were not divided.”

larity of this work, that the entire Second We rarely notice re-publications ; but a Edition was subscribed off among the Lonnew edition of " The Works of Henry don Booksellers. Mackensie, Esq.," with a Critical Disserta- .

The celebrated French naturalist, Cuvier, tion on the deservedly popular tales of the

has dissected an insect not an inch long, in author, by Mr. Galt, has just appeared, of

which he reckons four hundred and ninetyso superior character that we cannot re

four pair of muscles, connected with four frain froin recommending it very warmly ·

hundred and ninety-four pair of nerves, to the notice of our readers. One hand. some pocket volume, with vignette and and forty thousand artennæ. frontispiece, elegantly engraved from de- A new Romance from the great Wizard of signs by Uwios, coniprizes « The Man of the North. The story is Scottish, and the Feeling," “ Ra Roche," " Nancy Collins," incidents it includes, are supposed to have « Louisa Venoni," "Albert Bane," "So. happened about the year 1760. Four pbia M- "" Father Nicholas," " The thousand copies of the work were bespoke Man of the World," " Julia de Rubigné,"&c. on one occasion.

Another little work to which we earnest. We sincerely lament to announce the Jy solicit the attention of such of our fair death of that intrepid traveller Belsoni, at friends as have the care of the rising gene. Benin in Africa, from severe fever. He ration, is Mary Ann Rundall's “ Sequel to was on his route to Timbuctoo, and had the Grammar of Sacred History." This every thing arranged, which promised him volume embraces “A Paraphrase on the the completest success.

(New Mon.)
SUPPOSED TO BE SUNG BY THE WIFE OF A JAPANESE

Who had accompanied the Russians to their country.

I look through the mist, and I see thee not-
Are thy home and thy love so soon forgot?
Sadly closes the weary day,
And still thy bark is far away!

The tent is ready, the mats are spread,
The saranna * is pluck'd for thee,

Alas! what fate has thy baidare led
So far from thy home and me?
Has my bower no longer charms for thee?--

Where the purple jessamines twine
Round the stately, spreading, cedar tree,
And rest in its arms so tenderly,

As I have reposed in thine.
In vain have I found the $ sea-parrot's nest,
And robb'd of its plume her glittering breast,
Thy mantle with varied hues to adorn,
Thou hast left me watchful and forlorn!

Dost thou roam, amid the eagle flocks
Whose eirie is in the highest rocks?
Dost thou seek the fox in his lurking-place,
Or hold the beaver in weary chase ?
Dost thou search beneath the foaming tide
Wherein the precious || red pearls hide ?
Return !-the evening mist is chill,
And sad is my watch on the lonely bill,
Return !-the night-wind is cold on my brow,
And my heart is as cold and desolate now.
Alas! I await thee and hope in vain ?
I shall never behold thy return again!

She stood on the beach all the starless night,
But nought appear'd to ber eager sight;
No bark on its bosom the ocean bore,
And he whom she loved return'd no more.
For the strangers came from the icy North,
And their words and their gifts had won him forth.
Their ship sail'd far from his native bay,
And it bore him to other regions away.

* Saranna is the bread-fruit of the Japanese. † Baidare, the Japanese boat.

Purple jessamine, Bignoria grandiflora, is a climbing plant, native of Japan; flowers purple.

$ They ornament their parkis (mantles) and all their dresses with the feathers of the sea-parrot, storm finch, and mauridor.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

(New Mon.)

. TO RETURN me that salute again,

How can I trust where nothing to me tells If thou of such a coldness art,

A preference for one fellow-mortal dwells ! I value not the trifle rain

No, lady, I must have a soul To me, unless with all the heart

That says, where'er I snatch a kiss, Thou gavess it, as first indeed I thought,

This is thine only, I control If otherwise, I valge it as nought..

• To all but thee the sign of bliss ; I would as liese a marble lip

And when I give it thee, I secret fling In all its icy chillness kiss,

My beart with its last core into the thing. As ber's who suffer'd me to sip

“ To others I may yield a form And could not feel a matual bliss,

Given but at custom's silly call ; Whose soft salute is yielded void of sense,

• To thee I give affection warm, A reckless act of cold indifference.

The virgin's faith, her love, her all; One lovely fair as thou may'st be,.

And when thine image brightens in mine eyes, That feels no pleasure, but receives

The lifestream quickens, and I breathe in sighs.”' The profler'd gift in apathy,

Then, lady, take my kiss again :Heedless of him who takes or gives,

The alabaster stone Never can raise a hope or wish in me,

May beauty siow in semblance fair, Or gain an hour my love's idolatry.

But 'uis in forni alone : Wbat can I think that gift is worth

There is no life, po passion dwelling there, That to another means the same,

And without these beauty is but a spare. In scenes of passion or of mirth,

May 1, 1824 To him who feels or not love's flame!

(New Mon.)

• THE PIRATES' SONG. UNYOOR oar bark upon the wave

We'll bear our deeds to both the Poles, The wave, our vessel's home!

In thunder and in flame. And we will stear ber stiff and brave,

We'll crest the white waves gallantly, Far in the salt sea-foam.

That rage and biss below :Unmoor our bark upon the wave

Comrades, huzza ! we're free-we're free Come steady hearts and bold ! .

We own no master now ! All eager the doll land to leave,

Unmoor and sail, the breeze is full, Her lofty prow behold :

The skies are clear and bright, Her lofty prow that shall defy

We're free-we're free as yon sea-gull, The tempest and the shore,

That scuds through floods of light. And bear us far as winds can fly,

Her anchor's up, her head is round, Wild in the Atlantic's roar

There's a ripple at her bow, To hail the yellow Chinese man,

Her sails fill fast, no mooring ground Or Afrie's sable race,

Restrains her courage now. The Moor or tawny Indian,

Huzza ! she sweeps ber gallant way, Os give tire merchant chace.

Cheer, comrades, at my call ?
We are a band of iron souls

The wide world is our enemy,
So fear can ever tame;

But we will dare it all!
32 ATHENEUM VOL. 1. 2d spries.

ON DRESS.

To the Editor of the European Magazine. SIR, TT being evident to me, from your would not suit the climate of India and I writings, that you are a man of eru- that of Russia, and what might be nedition and taste, and acquainted with cessary in the one would be an incumthe history of ancient and modern brance in the other ; neither can we times, I take the liberty of addressing feel easy with precisely the same clothyou, through the medium of the Maga- ing at Christmas and in the dog-days. zine, which you so ably conduct, on a Nevertheless we see hourly anomalies subject which, light as it may appear, in dress as little suitable or seasonable at first sight, is very important to socie- as these, nay, far more ridiculous; but ty, namely, that of dress : I say impor- self-love and use, which is termed se tant, because any occupation, employ- cond nature (however unnatural), blind ment, or pursuit, which engrosses a huge us in this respect; for when we look at proportion of a man's time, ought cer- the full-bottomed wigs, the roomy skirts, tainly to be a matter of moment. In- the long flapped waistcoats, and laced deed, the present one is not only a mat- suits of our great grandfathers, the scarter of many moments, but of many let embroidered frocks, gold-laced beahours to the higher classes, and fills up ver, and couteau de chasse, worn by a great part of life in our younger days; them as a morning dress, we cannot reso much so, that if we were to calculate frain from laughter, and we think that the hours devoted to eating and drink- they looked like mountebanks, or acing, to sleep, and to the toilet, how lit- tors prepared for a scenic representatle of life would remain for any other tion. Yet an old gentleman of those purpose; and if we superadd to this, days, with a bluish coloured silk coat, the time dedicated to pleasure, many and a green and gold waistcoat, like a men might be said not to live at all, at gravel walk and a grass plat, smallleast so far as rational life is implied, or clothes to match the coat, and the silk an existence honourable to themselves stockings brought up above the knees, and beneficial to society. But that is his steel hilted rapier by his side, not the object of the present enquiry, and a feather in his hat, would have which is merely to seek for information been convulsed with laughter at the as to the possibility of inventing some appearance of a modern macarocostume, or style of manly dress, which ni, with a hat upon his head like a might unite grace, convenience, unifor- parachute, his neck in the stocks, from mity, and nationality, and not leave the semi-strangulation of a cravat, a our youth and their purses a prey to shirt collar like the winkers of a horse, whim, novelty, folly, and a conspiracy the neck's covering secured by a Tyof their tradesmen to make them more burn tie, or a bowline knot, the pattern and more ridiculous. There are gene- of the neckerchief being taken from a ral rules of comfort and of ornament boxer, and his great coat looking as if that must always be the same, yet they it were stolen from a blanket wareare daily varying, from the cupidity of house, or made to imitate the dog whose the tailor, the hatter, the boot-maker, name it bears, a poodle Benjamin. &c., and from the insatiability of vani. These contrasts are as distant from each ty, which is always essaying some new other as the Equator and the Pole; the whim to gain notoriety, to provoke one sins by over-dressing the gentleemulation, to acquire imitation, and to man, the other by under dressing the fellaunch into expense. For instance, it low; the former fits the drawing-room, is as necessary that the body should be the latter savours of the stable ; no kept warm, as it is that it should be wonder that our dandies are going to screened from indelicate exposure ; and rack! These extremes, however, seem becomes equally proper that the quan- to be the effect of time, but those of aftum of heat and of covering should be fectation are compassed in the moment; proportioned to the climate and moral one day we meet all ages, sizes, and habits of the country. For example, conditions, with their throats in the pilthe same quantity of wearing apparel lory, with a thing like a pillow or a bolster under their chins; and in a trice round the middle in the same gentlewothe fashion goes out, and our bucks are manlike manner, and pointed down at half squeezed to death, of their own ac- the bottom, so that the Exquisite is so cord, by a thing as tight as a cord and lost in his inexpressibles, so contracted as thin as a sheet of paper, which sup- above the hip, and so bustled out beplants a wrapping affair more like the low it, that a greenhorn, à la mode, sheet of a bed, from its width and di- whose tiny growth upwards is but a mensions. These are contrasts so mere sprout compared with the biforkgreat, that the one must certainly be ed amplitude downwards, looks not un, wrong if the other be right: but it re- like a twin radish: (O gemini ! I think quires very little pains to prove that I hear you say), but I mean a radish of both were preposterous in the extreme. a double conformation, under ground, One year our people of bon ton are whilst its little green head is, like the collared by the tailor so highly, that Exquisite's nothing in comparison to it one might ask them temperately what Then again we see men padded and made their collar (not choler) rise thus ? puffed about the chest, however empty Another year the standing collar is ban- their chest may be at home, puckered ished, and its substitute is so shaped and tumefied about the shoulders, stuffand cut down, that you see our fopsed and cottoned about the collar, and smiling over these oval concerns, like a made the most of in this part of the bumpkin grinning through a horse col- body, whilst the coat is cut off behind, lar at a fair. One season loose habits and narrowed into something resemof all kinds are the go (and I wish bling a bird's tail, or that of a sprat, so they were gone, another season produ- that old Horace would have applied his ces them so inconveniently tight, that remark to our sex, had he seen this finwhat formerly had all the form and ish off, instead of describing a certain compearance of a man, as my aunt end of the lady: Desinet in piscem, Deborah would say, is now quite mulier formosa superne : our modern similar to the other sex about the waist. gentleman is certainly as queer a fish as

“ He looks so very like a waiting that. It must be allowed that these gentlewoman, the corset sopling is so changeful monstrosities are not stranger girt in, that it is a hundred to one but than having the pigeon's wing curls at he will miss stays in going about.a man's ear, a bag, to catch nothing, at Powder, pomatum, black pins, and rib- his back, or a thing twisted up like a bon, were the follies of our forefa- knocker to a man's head, as if it were thers ;* starch, oil, and whalebone, are placed there to enquire whether the upthose of their progeny. The fribble to per story was furnished, or unfurnished. day would not wear an enormous And it cannot be denied that the natuqueue for all the world : the beau of the ral, unpowdered hair, in the Roman olden times would have felt degraded style, is less artificial and more in harto the level of a worker at the hulks, to mony with a manly person, than a fine have been thus cropped and shorn of cauliflower peruke, or a mountain of his hairy honours. In former times, dark false hair, with appendages over the tailors laced their customers with the shoulders, and sausage curls behind, gold: now a lordling is laced by his which make the grave wearer look like own man, who tags after him with a an owl in an ivy-bush. The tunic, too, yard of silk or tape, to keep up his ap- is an easy dress : but all starching and pearance in the world. The fashion of stiffening, all bolstering up, except in one time is to have tight pantaloons, the way of credit, all imitations of feso as to make the wearer look like a male attire, together with numerous ampiece of statuary: the order of the day plifications, or unseemly cur-tailings in another time, is to have Cossacks, Tar- dress, are odious and insufferable ; is it tars, and I know not what all, as volu- not possible to assume a style of. dress minous as a lady's petticoat, plaited suited to the rank and nation of the wear

. I never see this word on paper but I think of er? There are professional dresses, the simplicity of a Highlander, who said to a proud apstart, who was talking of his forefathers, “ Eh! tary, the peer's robes, college gowns, the

clothing of the bar, pulpit, and the civic raised from bear's-grease, on the cheek, chair ; and there are dresses confined the false front, nor of a double-faced to countries, which have a powerful ef- Janus, but of a bare-faced genius, the fect; not to mention those which are glass of a man who could distinguish a exploded, there yet exist the Turkish, bailiff or a creditor half a mile off withthe Albanian, the Hussar, the High-out it, the two false calves of a false land, and others, and, therefore, might calf who wears them, the twelve-inch uot some costume be hit upon of Angli- spurs of a foot passenger on life's path, can invention ? But this I leave to the waistcoating a fellow up so, to make your superior judgment : at present we bim look stout, that, when he undresses, see a confusion of the turpis honesta, it is like peeling an onion, the oils and so that it is difficult to distinguish the unguents, the paintings and perfumes, man of the fancy from the man of fash- the finishing touch of the comb, brush ion, the groom from his master, except and pencil, which leaves us to say of from his behaviour, and not always the other component parts, from that. We have heard so much of “The rest is all but leather and prunella." the simplex munditiis, for the fair sex, Nor have I ventured to intrude into the and the assertion of Thomson, that lady's dressing-room, like a certain un« Nature needs not the foreign aid of ornament,” courteous Dean, there to expose her that I should like to meet, in our own weakness or her want of consistency, or sex, with something simple and elegant, taste : I merely address you on this subnatural and graceful, without foreign ject for information's sake, and because fopperies, and the constant resorting to it strikes me that one who can give so la Mode de Paris for a new cut, which complete a dressing to the Reviewers I would cut altogether. I have not and other scribblers of the periodical troubled you with the making up of a press, might be able to dress our male coxcomb for appearance in public, the fashionables better than they are at preehin tuft, or mustachio of one who is sent. I remain sir, not obliged to wear it, the prolific crop, Your very humble servant.

(Lond. Lit. Gaz.)

ONE evening as the Sun went down,
Gilding the mountains bare and brown,

I wander'd on the shore ;
And such a blaze o'er ocean spread,
And beauty on the meek earth shed,

I never saw before.

I look'd-I listened-and the spell
of music and of beauty fell

So radiant on my heart,
That scarcely durst I real deem
What yet I would not own a dream,

Lest, dream like, it depart!
'Twas sunset in the world around
And looking inwards, so I found

'Twas sunset in the soul ;
Nor grief, nor mirth, was burning there,
But musings sweet and visions fair

In placid beauty stole.

Were scatter'd round and shiving there ;

Gay groups were on the green,
Of children, wild with tameless glee,
And parents that could child-like be
With them and in that scene.

And on the sea, that look'd of gold,
Each toy-like skiff and vessel bold

Glided, and yet seem'd still ;
While sounds rose in the quiet air,
That, mingling, made sweet music there,

Surpassing minstrel's skill :
The breezy murmur from the shore-
Joy's laugh re-echoed o'er and o'er

Alike by sire and child -
And whistle shrill-the broken song-
The far off flute-notes lingering long-

The lark's strain, rich and wild.

But moods like these, the human mind,
Tho' seeking oft, may seldom find,

Nor, finding, force to stay-
As dews upon the drooping flower,
That having shone their little bour,

Dry up-or fall away.
But though all pleasures take their flight,
Yet some will leave memorials bright,

For many an after year;
This sunset, that dull night will shade-
These visions, which must quickly fade-
Will half immortal memory braid

For me, when far from here !

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