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er, he took his gun, repaired to her he should not have thought of their use.-house, and deliberately shot her dea d Among several, he may mention three in

stances in which the opium and cumin The misguided man is to be tried at

plaster of the London Pharmacopæia bave the next assizes. He acknowledges proved conspicuously serviceable. The the act of which he was guilty, but de first, a case of obstinate rheumatism, fixed clares that he shot the devil under the

upon the large mass of muscular fibres that

are connected with the movements of the form of the wicked hag.

back and lower limbs; the second, one of SIR FRANCIS BULLER

chronic inflammation of the membrane

lining the bowels; and the third, an inwhile pupil to Mr. Coulthard, uncle to

stance of atrophy, in which the prevailing the Graham of Lincoln's Inn, having irritation was so great as imperiously to rebought a fiddle, was addressed as fol- quire opium, while the idiosyncracy of the lows by the special pleader just allu- patient was such as to forbid its internal

use.* ded to :-"I would advise you, youngus

you, young Now, in these examples of beneficial reman, to part with your kit, for music sult, what has been the modus operandi ? is so enticing, that, if you take to it, Is a warm and anodyne plaster to rheuyou will never endeavour to compre-matic muscles a mechanical support to hend Coke upon Littleton."

Littleton » Mc Bul

Mr. Bul- the

their fibres ? If so, one should anticipate

an equal effect froin mere bandage. Are ler took the hint ; and became a judge! the cutaneous nerves, or the cutaneous ab

sorbents, parts of the series through which GASCON'S DINNER FOR A WEEK the mitigation of pain or the subduction of Are you Frenchman enough to know irritation are brought about? In that case, bow a Gascon sustains his family for a what becomes of our theory, that the outer week :

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out ? And why cannot we effect the same Lundi, froide et salade ;

good through the media of the stomach Mardi, j'aime la grillade ; .

and internal absorbents? The fact is, that Mercredi, bachee;

vital circumstance, either in orderly mani. Jeudi, bon pour la capillotade ;

festation or irregular display, presents us Vendredi, point de gras;

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Ten years ago, ten years ago,

Life was to us a fairy scene ;
And the keen blasts of worldly woe

Had sered not then its pathway green.
Youth and its thousand dreams were ours,

Feelings we ne'er can know again ; Unwither'd hopes, uowasted powers,

And frames unworn by mortal pain. Such was the bright and genial flow or life with us-ten years ago!

II.
Time has not blanch'd a single hair

That clusters round thy forehead now
Nor bath the cankering touch of care

Left even one furrow on thy brow. Thine eyes are blue as when we met,

In love's deep truth, in earlier years ; Thy cheek of rose is blooming yet,

Though sometimes stain'd by secret tears;
But where, ob where's the spirit's glow, j
That shone through all-ten years ago ?

III.
I too am changed - I scarce know why-

Can feel each flagging pulse decay;
And youth and health, and visions high,

Melt like a wreath of snow 'away; Time cannot sure have wrought the ill;

Though worn in this world's sick’ning strife,
In soul and form, I linger still

In the first summer month of life ;
Yet journey on my path below,
Oh ! how unlike-ten years ago!

IV.
But look not thus, I would not give

The wreck of hopes that thou must share,
To bid those joyous hours revive

When all around me seem'd so fair. We've wander'd on in sunny weather,

57 ATHENEUM Vol. 1. 2d series.

When winds were low, and flowers in bloom,
And hand in hand have kept together,

And still will keep, 'mid storm and gloom ;
Endeard by ties we could not know
When life was young-ten years ago!

V.
Has Fortune frown'd ? Her frowns were vain,

For hearts like ours she could not chill;
Have friends proved false ? Their love might wane,

But ours grew fonder, firmer still.
Twin barks on this world's changing wave,

Stedfast in calms, in tempests tried ;
In concert still our fate we'll brave,

Together cleave life's fitful tide;
. Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow,
Youth's first wild dreams--ten years ago!

VI.
Have we not knelt beside his bed,

And watch'd our first-born blossom die?
Hoped, till the shade of hope had sed,

Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it pot sweet, in that dark bour,

To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs,
Our bud had left its earthly bower,

And burst to bloom in Paradise ?
What to the thought that sooth'd that woe
Were heartless joys-ten years ago !

VII.
Yes, it is sweet, when heaven is bright,

To share its sunny beams with thee ;
But sweeter far, 'mid clouds and blight,

To have thee near to weep with me.
Then dry those tears,-though something changed

From what we were in earlier youth,
Time, that bath hopes and friends estranged,

Hath left us love in all its truth; Sweet feelings we would not forego For life's best joys-ten years ago. February 3, 1824.

A. A. W

.. (Mon. Mag.)
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BRIDAL.

“THE Night before the Bridal, a That she was lovely, aye, and lov'd as ever, 1 Spanish Tale, and other Poems. And spread his arms to fold again her form

To his false heart, and riot in each charm; by Catherine Grace Garnet,” rises far

But she sprung from his grasp, and answer'd“ Never above the common class of poetical

O never,--so heaveo witness me!-shalt thou productions with which the press is Thy perjur'd arms, thou base one, round me throw.” teeming. The versification, if not re- She stood -oh! how sball I describe ber-how markable for its elegance, is never tame Pourtray her bearing, as she towering stood, and ipsipid and the story is well imag. With eye of lightning, brow to which the blood

Rush'd vengeful red,-bigh breast and swelling veiw,. ined. A young Sevillian lady

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is

Lip mute with its unutterable disdain. doomed from her infancy to become the resident of a cloister; she even He shrunk beneath the vengeance of her eye, takes the vows, but still remains in There was nought earthly like to it. A cry,

A craven cry,-escap'd him: he had net

His foe undaunted,--S0 would meet him yet ; the wars. In the mean time, Helena

Had fac'd the battle in its darkest lower, (the name of the heroine,) becomes

Defied, and even woo'd, the frown of fate ;

But he had never brav'd a woman's hate; the name of Leontio ; they become And that subdu'd bím. Never till that hour

Had he felt fear come o'er him: he had need, for either : the consequence of this is,

For she had nerv'd her sinews for a deed,

How shall I write it! forth from her dark vest that Helena yields herself to Leontio's

Flash'd the bright steel,--'twas rais'd, 'Iwas aim'd, guilty passion the very night before he -it fell. sets off in company with her father : Merciful God! ah no, not on his breast, she is immediately immersed in her But to the earth. Her heart was woman's still,convent. Don Miguel, her father,

The thought was murd'rous, but she could not kill. falls in battle. Leontio returns,-falls

The conflict past, she fell,-her dark hair wreath'd

Around her form,-nor mov'd, nor look'd, nor in love with a young rich heiress, of

breath'd. the name of Inez,—woos her, and is accepted. Helena hears of this, and, Inez, on her bridal morn, anxiously maddened at the news, sends a letter awaits the coming of Leontio; but he

her, the night before the bridal, in the ed by a menial that his body, covered deserted house of her deceased parent. with wounds, had been found near the He comes, and sees her in all her towers of Alcazar : she instantly falls charms, seated in a magnificent apart. lifeless. Seville is in an uproar on acment: his heart at first seems to soften,

ş to sorten, count of this murder : Leontio had been but it soon regains its wonted tone :

seen the preceding night to enter the How could he chide ber kneeling there,-s0 full gate of Don Miguel : thither rush the of grief, and shame, and unabated love;

crowds,-they seek Helena :With her white arms, so long and beautiful, Wound closely round him? How could he reprove

And there she sat ! the dying lamp gleam'd faint That fondness wbicb, if it, alas ! had grown

l'pon her figure; language cannot paint To crime, had sinn'd for him, and him alone?

Her marble look,-her desolate despair; Yet he did chide ber, and ignobly strove

Nor their transfix'd amaze to find her there, To cast all guilt from his unmanly soul,

Like tenant of the tomb; she whom they had And beap on her the infamy of the whole.

thought He has not deem'd she own'd a heart so frail, To have found there with guilt and shame o'erHe thought ber shielded by a vestal's veil ;

wrought. What was his crime? Love in her bosom burn'd, They trac'd no sign of fear,—but guilt, deep guilt, And mutual passion he for hers return'd.

Glared all around her : at her feet there lay 'Twas idle now against the past to rail,

That gleaming poniard, jewell’d at the bilt, 'Twas but a youthful error, and no more;

But bloodless ; tbat avail'd not, there it lay :
Rush'd in their bearts, 'twould pass all silent o'er; Was it fit instrument for maiden's hand ?
The world would hear nought of it,--why then waste Upon the board that silver cup did stand,
One precious hour in grieving o'er the past ?

As he had drain'd it: winę and viands rare lle swore to ber,--cold sensualisi! how he swore, In house of mourning spread,-what did they there!

She is siezed, and brought to trial, But that guilt clung to me where'er I went, where she vehemently asserts that she

Making my soul its own fierce burning hell.

Is there no hope for me? O father, say. is intirely innocent of the deed : her protestations, however, avail her not,

The priest had turn'd in sickening ear away,

And o'er his brow his shrouding garb had flung, she is condemned and executed. Many

Still on his ear the dark confession rung ; years pass away, till one night the priest

He thought on that yet well remember'd day, who attended her in her last moments, And on the parting words of Helena ; is called to visit the couch of a dying How to the last she had asserted clear man, and to hear his confession :

Her innocence. He turn'd him, what lay there?

The murderer's corse stretch'd on its gorgeous bier. He lay in slumber, if such could be call'd.

Loud roll'd the storm; one broad sulphureous flame A frightful sleep that every eye appall’d;

Flash'd through the chamber, and then redly came His blue lips mov'd, his glassy eye-balls rollid

Full on that couch. The features of the dead And his band grappled with the curtains' fold. Glared in the light one moment,-then were spread

O'er them those pale and livid hues that come He confesses himself to be a noble of

Faintly to show the secrets of the tomb. the first rank, who had aspired to the hand of Inez, but, being supplanted by

Thus ends the poem : the specimens Leontio, he in revenge caused him to which we have given of it speak for be murdered.

themselves ; they require no panegyr

ist, and cannot fail to recommend the I 'scaped the vengeance of the laws,-one fell entire work to universal favour. of my foul crime the victim innocent.

THE OWL.

BY BERNARD BARTON, THE QUAKER POET.

(Eclectic Review, July.)

BIRD of the solemn midnight hour!

Thy Poet's emblem be ;
If arms might be the Muse's dower,

His crest were found in thee :
Though fippant wits thy duluess blame,
And Superstition fondly frame

Fresh omens for thy song :-
With me thou art a favourite bird,
Or habits, hours, and haunts preferr'd

To day's more noisy throng.

I love to hear thy hooting cry,

At midnight's solemn hour,
On gusty breezes sweeping by,

And feel its utmost power :
From Nature's depths it seems to come,
When other oracles are dumb ;

And eloquent its sound,
Asserting Night's majestic sway,
And bearing Fancy far away

To solitudes profound;
To wild, secluded haunts of thine,

Which hoary eld reveres ;
To ivied turret, mould'ring shrine,

Gray with the lapse of years;
To hollow trees by lightning scath'd;
To cavern'd rocks, whose roots are bath'd

By some sequester'd stream:
To tangled wood, and briery brake,
Where only Echo seems awake

To answer to thy scream.

are not thy habits grave and sage,

Thyself beseeming well,
Like bermit's in his hermitage,

Or nun's ia convent cell?
Secluded as an ancborite,
Tbou spend'st the hours of garish light

lo silence and alone :
"Twere well if nuns and hermits spent
Their days in dreams as innocent,

As thing my bird, have flown.

Are not the hours to thee most dear,

Those which my bosom thrill ?
Evening-whose charms my spirits cheer,

And Nigbt, more glorious still.
I love to see thee slowly glide
Along the dark wood's leafy side,

On undulating wing,
So noiceless in thy dream-like flight,
Thou seem'st more like a phantom sprite,

Tbạn like a living thing.

While habits, hou rs, and haunts so lone

And lofty, blend with thee,
Well may'st thou, bird of night! be prone

To touch thought's nobler key;
To waken feelings undefin'd,
And bring home to the Poet's mind,

Who frames his Vigil-Lay,
Visions of higher musings born,
And fancies brighter than adorn

His own ephem'ral day.

! (Lond. Lit. Gaz.)
SIX MONTHS IN MEXICO.

BY WM. BULLOCK. W E continue our extracts from this houses, except one, are now closed, and interesting volume without fur

will probably remain so. We met yester

day, it being Lent, a religious procession, her preface. On the road between

carrying a figure of Christ bearing his Vera Cruz and Mexico,

cross. The streets through which it passed " Xalapa, or Jalapa, from which the well

had been swept, watered, and strewed with

orange leaves and flowers ; and many of known drug takes its name, was till within

the houses bad small crosses, decorated the last century the great mart of New Spain for European goods. All mercban.

with flowers and drapery, placed over the

doors. dise arriving at Vera Cruz (the unhealthi. ness of which prevented merchants from

“ The shops and warehouses do not

make a showy appearance, as nothing is stopping there) was brought on mules to

exposed in the windows. The barbers' the great annual fair held in this city, and attended by all the mercantile interests of

shops, however, form an exception : they this part of the world. The opening of

are very pumerous, and have a very resthe grand mart took place amid much forin

pectable exterior. Mambrino's helmet is

sported as a sign over their doors. All aud religious ceremony ; prayers and pro. cessions were made by the clergy for the

articles of European manufacture are dear, success of trade, but they expected some

being three or four hundred per cent.above remuneration for this service-and the nu.

the cost price, and generally of the worst

kind. This is probably owing to the merous churches and rich religious establish. ments amply attest the liberality of the

policy of Old Spain in compelling the promerchants. The city at present contaius

vinces to receive all supplies from the ino13,000 inhabitants ; but at the time of the

ther country. fair it was crowded to excess. It is proba

* " Xalapa is justly celebrated for the exbly decreasing in population, though still a

cellency of its washing : I never saw linen very hapdsome place. It has many two

look so well; many of the inhabitants of storied houses, built after the old Spanish

Vera Cruz send hither to have their washmanner, forming a square, and enclosing a

ing done. Near one of the entrances is a court planted with trees and flowers, and

fountain of the purest water supplying a having a well or fountain. The roofs are

public washhouse, called Techacupa, in tiled, and not flat as in Vera Cruz, yet pro

which 144 persons can be employed at the jecting from the sides, sheltering the house

same time. Each washerwoman is sup

plied with a constant stream, conveyed by from the sun in hot weather, and keeping it dry in the rainy season. Many are furnish

pipes to a stone vessel in which the linen is ed with glass windows, and most have an

soaked. Added to this is a flat stone on ornamental grating in front of those on the

which they wash, and this constitutes the ground floor, which admits a free circula

whole apparatus. The operation is per. tion of air--for the climate is so delightful

formed with cold water and soap, and the as seldom to require their being closed.

linen is rubbed by the hand as in England. There are still eight churches of a mixed

I observed that the women' had a cut lemon style of architecture; they are kept clean

with which they sometimes rubbed the -and the interiors highly decorated with

clothes. ..1.

u Both men and women in general are carving, gilding, and painting. The high altar of the Cathedral is of silver, and the

very ill-informed with respect to the state walls are covered with gilt ornaments.-

of Europe. They believe the continent to There are eleven other altars ; and the ser

be under the dominion of Spain; that Eng. vice is performed in an orderly apd impres.

land, France, Italy, Holland, Germany, &c. sive manner. I attended"high mass on Sun.

are only so many paltry states or provioces day, which was very splendid ; all the fe.

to which the king of Spain appoints govermales above the very lowest class wear

nors, who superintend the manufactories, black, and are dressed alike, with a hand

&c. for the benefit of that country. I found some lace veil over the head, but which is

it dangerous to contradict this fintly. One seldom worn over the face ; in this respect

lady asked me where a muslin dress had retaining less of the manner of the mother

been made ?" in England ;' (and bow country than is still to be found in Antwerp

came it here ?' : probably through Spain,'

I replied: " well then, what is England but and in the Netherlands, although so long a period has elapsed since these countries

the workshop of Spain Many think that were subject to Spain. A great proportion

the riches of Spain enable the others, and of the congregation were Indians, who had

as they call them, the poorer parts of Eucome to market, and it was really a pleas

rope to live. ing sight to observe with what attention

of the wars in Europe they know as and devotion this siinple and innocent peo.

little as of its general state ; and even the ple, the descendants of canvibal ancestors,

name of Wellington seemed scarcely known performed their acknowledgements to their

in Xalapa, though they had heard indeed Creator. All the convents and religious

of the buccaneers, and spoke of our illus

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