Ah! if instead of bolt and bar, The maiden had but known tree In floods of glory shine:- Throughout the live-long day. I tremble as I walk alone In that dull and dreary hour. He has brought me safely home. But though they must have looked like In such gaudy garments drest, So all the neighbours say, How very hard you're forced to work, I often wish you had a son Who could share your heavy task, I know of one would gladly share Our patriotic feelings are too strong to Charles Swain, esq., a name quite new to "The ships! the ships of England! how By town and city, fort and tower-defenders We build no bastions 'gainst the foe, no Our warlike castles breast the tide-the The ships! the ships of England! what British heart is cold From quench'd Armada's vaunted power, to From Philip, to Napoleon-when set Bri tannia's star? The ships! the ships of England! where'er Along the dark Atlantic, by the wild East Indian shore Where icebergs flash destruction down, or Then wake your songs of gratitude to those who brave the sea, And peril life, that ye may live, and still prove fair and free. Amid your harvest-fields, oh bid this earnest prayer prevail God guard the ships of England o'er whatever sea they sail. We observe, in several of the Annuals, contributions by a writer of the name of Hollings, they have much merit. The "Spring Nosegay," is among the prettiest articles in the volume before us; and we abstain from extracting it simply because we have not room. The outside of an Annual being of some consequence, we are bound to say that the exterior of the Amulet is remarkably dowdy. Heath's Picturesque Annual: Travelling To the honour of his native isle, to the death-title-page to announce that the engravings Where sweeps the wind, or swells the wave, The Greenlander forsakes his sledge to watch Pass like a spirit of the deep beneath the Oh! wives that love your cottage homes! Give honour to the noble ships that fame and freedom lend, And bid your songs of gratitude from hill What horrors of the midnight storm our reck- When thunders rattle overhead and billows some funereal strain, And fast and far the vessel drives along the dreadful main. How oft the cannon of the foe hath struck While ye smiled by the social fire, or found the balm of rest. How oft the shriek of drowning men the startled vulture caught, Henry I. surnamed Beau-clerc, on account of his love of letters, inherited much of the talent, but no part of the territories of the Conqueror, of whom he was the third At the death of his father he and last son. found himself rich in gold, but with only the power over men's spirits which gold can purchase, while his elder brother reigned in Normandy, and the other sate on the throne of England. "The landless prince, however, possessed a keen eye as well as a bold heart. His brothers were quarrelling about their respective heritages, and Robert of Normandy (surnamed Courte-heuse,) was glad to obtain an ally by selling Henry the Cotentin. Here he sate down gazing eagerly at the rest of entered Rouen in triumph, with his de- in the still waters, like wild beasts sleeping "Beware of the Raz de Catte!' cried a voice of alarm. The caution was received with a laugh of derision, for the reef was still distant. The next moment the rushing bark struck against a sunken rock, which tore her from stem to stern. It is said that the shriek which arose was heard by the king. this noble inheritance, which his mess of pottage had been unable to purchase. Robert in the meantime carried an army into England, and his rival brother ran to meet him with thirty thousand men. The Norman prince was beaten; and, two years after, his visit was returned by William the Red, who "Behold then this youngest son, this wrested from him the country of Caux, and landless prince, on the throne of England obtained by treaty some of the most impor- and Normandy, and one of the most powertant places in Normandy. Among others, ful kings in Europe! He married his daughMont St. Michel and Cherbourg, in the ter-ter Matilda to the Emperor Henry V.; and, ritory which had been sold to Henry. In after sustaining victoriously on the continent those days it was necessary to take by force a war with the King of France, contracted what was ceded by policy; and the duke a marriage between his son William and the "The shock was so violent, that the crew and the king, uniting their armies, marched daughter of the Count of Anjou, and pro-and passengers were thrown here and there, against their brother. Henry held out posed to return to England. one upon the other, without the slightest stoutly in the fortress of Mont St. Michel, power of directing their own motions. The but at last surrendered, after being so much young prince found himself, as if by a special distressed by thirst, that he sent to ask a interference of providence, in the little skiff drink of water from his brother Robert, who which had been attached to the vessel. Incomplied with the request. stead of making for the land, however, he remained gazing franticly on the drowning above the water. Whose? With the hereditary daring of his race, he seized the oar and plunged his skiff among the gasping wretches. The result may be imagined. The frail vessel was literally torn down into the deep: and in another moment three heads only, out of more than two hundred, were seen above the surface. One of the survivors was the captain of the BlancheNef. He had been dragged under the water by the crowd, but, familiar with the element, rose again like a cork. "On this William, his only legitimate son, the hopes of Henry, rested. Breathing at last, after so many years of turmoil, he saw himself, in imagination, the continuer of the proud race of the Conqueror, and the "Robert then carried an army into Asia, father of a line of kings. The blood he had to fight the infidel. He performed prodigies shed was not too much for this; his treach-crowd. In the midst a female head se of valour, led the forlorn hope at the assault eries, his cruelties might be pardoned, with of Jerusalem, and refused the crown of the such a goal in view. The Red King was no new kingdom, which was offered to him. Ou more; Robert was languishing in blinduess his return to Europe affairs had changed. The and solitude in a dungeon; his great enemy, Red King was dead, and his younger brother and France, had become his friend, and her vassal, Henry, by one of those sudden changes stoutest partizan his son-in-law: his daughin the great drama of history, which look like ter shared the throne of an emperor! Henry the fantastic tricks of the stage, sat upon prepared with a swelling heart for the emhis throne. Robert would have flown to as- barkation of his court, consisting of the sert his rights of primogeniture, but was de-flower of English and Norman chivalry, and tained for some time on his way by the dark of this precious son, who was the key-stone eyes of an Italian damsel called Sybilla, of his wonderful fortunes. whom he married. Then came a literal "The weather was calm: there was not “Where is the prince?' said he, looking wound of a more deadly nature; he was a cloud in the whole expanse of the heavens,round on the desert sea. struck by a poisoned arrow, and lay at and not a ripple on the rast bosom of the the point of death, there being no possi-channel. The proud barge of the king, in bility of cure, except by the sacrifice of ano- the midst of cheers that seemed to read the ther life, as the poison could only be ex-very sky, left the harbour of Barfleur; and, tracted by being sucked out of the wound by as the monarch looked back to see the the lips. Sybilla seized the moment when prince's vessel follow in his wake, the idea her husband was asleep to perform an act of no doubt occurred to his mind that the very holy and beautiful devotion. She sucked elements of nature were now his friend. the wound, and died; or, according to the chronicle of Normandy, lived. We would take the word of the chronicle of Normandy for a thousand pounds! "Another cup,' cried the gallant lords on the pier: 'shame to see our king thus leave the shores of his own Cotentin!" Aud, as a deep health was drank, another shout "Robert at length reached his duchy; and, arose from the multitude, which rolled like finding his subjects still faithful, raised an thunder among the cliffs of Barfleur. army, and landed at Portsmouth. Henry, "Drink, mariners, drink with us, for as crafty as he was brave, flew to the rendez-❘ we are brothers of the sea.' And the mavous, prepared to receive his brother eitherriners drank. with a sharp sword or a wheedling tongue. He chose the latter instrument. An iuterview was brought about; and the result was, that the crown of England and the Co-prince!' tentin in Normandy were secured by treaty to Henry, while Robert returned to his dismembered dominions with a pension of three thousand marks. "It was inconvenient, however, to pay this pension; and Robert, about a year after, paying a visit to his brother, with his usual gallant thoughtlessness, was laid hold of, and condemned to give up either his money or his freedom. He returned to Normandy, which he found in the midst of a civil war, kindled no doubt by the agents of Henry. Henry himself appeared in the scene as a pacificator. He conquered Normandy, and "And now a goblet for the prince!' “A third for them both!' cried the jolly shout shouted, the rowers took their places, 66 Songs and laughter filled the air as the joyous party glided along the crystal sea. The hearts of some were merry with wine, and those of others intoxicated with love. The rocks of the Raz de Catte lay to the right "He is drowned,' replied the swimmers, as they made for the land. "Malheur a moi!' cried the captain; and he sunk once more, and disappeared for ever. "It is said by historians that a smile was never more seen on the face of the King of England." Here we take leave of this volume, observing only that the binding is positively disgraceful. Friendship's Offering and Winter's Wreath, MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH DAY. Lines composed on a sick Bed, under severe "Born unto God in Christ-in Christ my all! The heir of heaven, henceforth I dread not In Christ I live, in Christ I draw the breath "TO MY CHIld. They say thou art not fair in other's eyes, What a change! And even here the beauOf the embellishments, we most like "My First Love," because we can persuade our-tiful line, that which speaks most to the selves that it bears a resemblance (and a heart, in the above passage, distant one will do,) to our own "first love;" and that's a very good reason for liking it. The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, 66 "Mine own romantic town," was no less than twice in danger of being aside in favour of 'Dun Edin's tower and town;" as will appear to any one who takes the trouble of examining the lithograph. Again, the original of the magnificent Or all Sir Walter Scott's works, "Marmion," in our opinion, and in that of most of his battle-piece at the conclusion of "Marcontemporary poets, is by far the most bril-mion," was at first no more than this— liant. It exhibits all the characteristics of "Ever the stubborn spears made good his genius in their highest perfection. His Their dark impenetrable wood; descriptive powers, his chivalrous feelings, Each Scot stepp'd where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell, his heraldic and antiquarian lore, his historic Till the last ray of parting light, knowledge, and it is doubtless the best Then ceased perforce the dreadful fight, And sunk the battle's yell. specimen of his peculiar metrical style. The Lay of the Last Minstrel," which preceded The skilful Surrey's sage commands But carelessly, as though it were by chance, it, was constructed on the model of Cole-Drew from the strife his shatter'd bands. Bestows on thee an unadmiring glance. ridge's" Christabel." In the "Lady of the Lake," which followed, and the succeeding Art thou not beautiful? To me it seems As though the blue veins in thy temples fair-poems, he abandoned the ballad-metre almost The crimson in thy full and innocent lips The light that falls upon thy shining hairThe varying colour in thy rounded cheekMust all of nature's endless beauty speak. The very pillow where thy head hath prest Through the past night, a picture brings to Yet no gaze follows thee but mine. I fear That which doth paralyze the gazer's tongue To bear his proud and swelling thoughts Sunbeams are beautiful-and gilded halls- eye Reach the full soul, and thrill it into love, A nook that was our childhood's resting-place altogether, to put in its place the octosyllabic escaped from the peculiar modulation of vour us. This edition of "Marmion" is singularly are marked to be "deled." In place of these we have the following: When sated with the martial show With gloomy splendour red; The sun his beams had shed; Their loss his foemen knew; Melts from the mountain blue. There are fine verses here, no doubt; but we beg leave to compare them with what has grown out of this germ. Here is the finished battle, as it now appears. "The stubborn spear-men still made good The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Sweep back to ocean blue. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, We own that it is, in a great measure, useless to reprint this; because all who feel an interest in poetry must have it by heart; but still our readers may not be the worse for having it in their power to contrast the passages, and to compare the original conception with the form in which it was finally elabo:ated into perfection. One passage only has, we think, been altered for the worse. In "Marmion," as it stands at present, his dying exclamation of vengeance is thus those laconic forms which enwrap the concentrated wisdom of ages, there are extensive collections. The new orthography has been adopted, except in a very few instances where it was at variance with practice. In scientific and technical terms, the work is singularly copious; and a dictionary is added of all the words introduced during the French | revolution, illustrative of the laws, politics, |and changes of that period, which, with another of the different sects and factions, which sprang up like fungi, at that calamitous time, and a third, of all sea-terms and Very fine indeed; but we think what was phrases, render this the most complete work originally intended is finer : "I would the Fiend, to whom belongs Might bribe him for delay. It may not be ! "Fire, sacrilege, and dying groan, And all by whom the deed was done, The notes scattered through the volume are clever and satisfactory, but we think rather too few. It does not appear to us to be very carefully printed. The illustrations are, as usual, fine. "Edinburgh, my own romantic town,'" and "Ashestiel," the seat at which Sir Walter lived when the poem was written, are judiciously selected as contrasts, and are drawn and engraved with the taste and brilliancy of Turner, Miller, and Horsburgh. A Universal, Pronouncing, and Critical French-English Dictionary, upon an entirely new Plan; containing above 30,000 Terms, Names, Acceptations, Phrases, Modes of Expression, and New Words, not in any Lexicographer; appli cable to every System of Lingual Instruction, and enabling the Student to acquire, by the Aid of the Author's Popular Work, entitled "Nature Displayed in her Mode of Teaching Language to Man," a complete Knowledge of the French Language, with rapidity, and without Auxiliary Books; and by which Adults may acquire French without a Teacher, the True Pronunciation being annexed to each Word. By N. G. Dufief. London : 1833. M. DUFIEF has acquired considerable celebrity as the author of "Nature Displayed in , her Mode of Teaching Language to Man." The present work will entitle him to the first place as a French lexicographer. The plan of the work is new. Some of its advantages are displayed on the title-page; and it is our duty to remark, that "the word of promise" there given is faithfully kept in the body of the work. But there are several others which deserve to be pointed out. The pronunciation is annexed to every word according to the best usage, and the present work thus supplies what has long been a desideratum. A Key to the system of pronunciation is provided, which opens all its mysteries. The work contains many thousand words and acceptations not to be found in any other dictionary. Of idiomatic and conversation phrases, so numerous in the French language, and of proverbs, of the kind in existence. It is beautifully printed, and we subjoin a specimen both of the work and the typography. ARMORIQUE, (ar-mo-ri-ke: derived from the Celtic ar, upon, and mor, the sea; that is, maritime), a. m. Armorican; armoric. L'-, le Bas-Breton, or le Celto-Breton est un dialecte du Celtique, the Armoric is a dialect of the Celtic. [Applied to the North-Western part of France, formerly called Armorica, afterwards Basse Bretagne, Lower Britanny. This part of France is peopled by inhabitants who speak a dialect of the Celtic. It is usually supposed that their ancestors were refugees or colonists from England or Wales. The number of persons now speaking the Bas Breton, which has a great affinity with the Welsh, is esti mated at a million. It is worthy of observation that, "although the languages of Wales and Britanny are not so absolutely identical as to admit of the natives of those countries using them in common, yet they bear so striking a resemblance to each other, as to make it evident that they must at some period, not very remote, have sprung from the same origin." The part of Britanny in which the Bas-Breton is spoken is called, in French, La Bretagne Bretonnante, that is, the Breton-speaking part of Britanny: the city of Vannes is considered 'the capital.] See Webster's Dictionary, and the Cambrian Quarterly Magazine. MALEVOLE, (ma-lé-vo-lě), a. Malevolent, ill-disposed, evil-minded. MALFAÇON, (mal-fa-son), f. Defect or fault (in a piece of work); [fig.] cheat, trick. To do hurt or mischief. MALFAIRE, (mal-fé-ré), en. Enclin à, inclined to do mischief. [Chiefly used in the infinitive.] MALFAISANCE, (mal-fè-zün-cě), ƒ. Spirit of mischief. This is a large work, very closely printed. We congratulate Mr. Dufief on the completion of his laborious task, and the public on the appearance of such a dictionary. The French Word Book; or First Step to the French Language; being an easy Spelling-book and Vocabulary of Three Thousand Words. By M. l'Abbé Bossut, The Forty-fifth Edition. pp. 72. London: Sherwood and Co. The French Phrase Book; or Key to French Conversation; containing the chief Idioms of the French Language, and serving as a Sequel to the French Word-book. By M. l'Abbé Bossut. The Eighty-fourth Edition. pp. 72. London: Sherwood and Co. AFTER SO many large impressions have been sold, it is almost unnecessary to recommend The present edithese useful little books. tions are remarkably neat, and are divested of the errors which had crept into former ones. Russia as it Is, and not as it has been Represented; together with Observations and Reflections on the pernicious and deceitful Policy of the New School. London:* 1833. J. Hatchard and Son. THE author of this pamphlet sigus himself "A Friend to Truth," but does not give his name. The object of his work is to defend Russian policy, with which we have nothing to do; but we like the account of the mode in which a Russian can live. "The meanest labourer can always find work, at from one and a half to two roubles a day we shall put it at the lowest rate. He can breakfast, dine, and sup, at an Kharchevna, (an eating-house for the lower classes,) or at the stalls in the market-places, for twenty kopeks a meal, where he is furnished with plenty of black bread, cabbage soup with beef in it, and casha, (boiled barley or oats, with oil or butter ;) but if he be content to make a dinner of liver, tripe, heart, &c., and take his bread with him, he may dine at a stall much cheaper. We will suppose, however, that he has dined at an eating-house, and that he chooses to indulge in a glass of rye brandy or a bottle of beer, and in the evening takes a cup of izbitin, (tea made from herbs and leaves of the country,)-the whole will not cost him more than sixty kopeks; so that he has ninety kopeks left. Ninety kopecks a day, for twenty-four working days, is twenty-one roubles and sixty kopeks gained in the month-deduct from this, his washing and lodging, generally three roubles per month, but we will say five roubles-there remain sixteen roubles and sixty kopeks per month, which for twelve months produces the sum of one hundred and ninety-nine roubles and twenty kopeks. Out of this he must pay his obrok, say twenty-five roubles; he has then, at the end of the year, one hundred and seventy-four roubles and twenty kopeks. He can clothe himself well for seventy roubles a year, consequently, there remains a clear profit of one hundred and four roubles and twenty kopeks, to accumulate or spend in any way he pleases. This calculation has been made at the lowest rate of wages and the highest prices of food and raiment. At certain stalls in the markets he may get shew-up of that luckless wight, Baron | approach, he laid his hands on them, and potatoes, eggs, fish, cold meats, pattées, &c., d'Haussez. We were the first to expose the stroked and pursued their pains from place and dine for ten or twelve kopeks. Black folly and pretension of this ex-minister of to place till they went out of them."'" bread generally costs about three kopeks the marine. The three principal Quarterlies But Ireland must yield the palm to France, pound, and is never higher than five kopeks. have since done him justice. We amused and Greatrakes to Mesmer. He was a great White bread sells at eight to ten kopeks per ourselves with a few shots at him, and the genius. Thus did he enjoy himself: pound. A Russian prefers rye bread at din-heavy dragoons of literature have now ridden ner, as being the most solid. If he wishes a him down. Egyptian antiquites are learnluncheon, he can get a small pie with fish edly discussed in the next paper; and this or meat in it for three or four kopeks. This is followed by one of a lighter description, is the living of a common labourer in the city or towns; but, if you take a peep into his cottage or izba, at home, in the bosom of a review of the seventh volume of the "Me- notice; after which we find a very amusing "The house which Mesmer inhabited was delightfully situated; his rooms spaicous and coloured blinds shed a dim religious and sumptuously furnished; stained glass light; mirrors gleamed at intervals along the walls; a mysterious silence was preand occasionally the melodious sounds of served, delicate perfumes floated in the air, the harmonica or the voice came to lend their aid to his magnetic powers. His salons became the daily resort of all that was brilliant and spirituel in the Parisian fashionable world. Ladies of rank, whom indolence, had filled with vapours or nervous affections; voluptuous indulgence, or satiety of pleasures, his family, his domestic comforts are not to be despised. He has his own beef, butter, eggs, milk, &c. The clothing of his family is all made at home, from his own wool and flax, when winter covers the ground with snow, and agricultural labours are suspended. He has no delicacies, but he certainly wants for nothing that is wholesome, good, aud "He was an hypochondriacal Irishman, nourishing. Should he feel inclined, he who, after some years of active service under makes beer and mead, for hops and honey Cromwell, having given himself up to indo-men of luxurious habits, enervated by enare abundant throughout Russia. His gar-lence and gloomy meditations, began to have joyment, who had drained sensuality of all den is well stocked with potatoes, turnips, carrots, onions, and cabbages. Of the latter he always lays in a large stock salted for winter, cured after the Dutch manner, and is a very healthy food. Thus far for his physi cal wants." And well they are supplied. Pray is the author of this pamphlet any relation of the celebrated Don Carlos de Silva? THE PERIODICALS. visions, and was at last impressed with what pullet's egg, was suppurated, and the throat that it could offer, and gained in return a shattered constitution and premature old age, came in crowds to seek after the delightful emotions and novel sensations which this approached with imaginations heated by mighty magician was said to dispense. They curiosity and desire; they believed because that was required for the action of the magthey were ignorant, and this belief was all netic charm. The women, always the most ardent in enthusiasm, first experienced yawnings, stretchings, then slight nervous spasms, and finally, crises of excitation, acTHE Foreign Quarterly is a publication hommes beaux et robustes comme des Hercording as the assistant magnetisers (jeunes that we are always glad to see. Its office is so important and so well performed, that cules,) multiplied and prolonged the soft passes from the perusal. This journal has now been The emotions once begun were soon transwe are sure to derive both pleasure and profit or attouchemens by which the magnetic influence was supposed to be communicated. before the puplic for several years, a fact of mitted to the rest, as we know one hysteriwhich it may be presumed certain magniloquent weekly critics must be aware. How, "This signal success was of course a all others similarly predisposed in the same cal female, if affected, will induce an attack in with the knowledge of the existence of such great comfort and encouragement, and was a journal, they could affirm that the English followed by a number of other impulses,' apartment. In the midst of this strange public had no means of becoming acquainted informing him in succession that he could scene entered Mesmer, clothed in a long with foreign literature, and announce them- cure ulcers, ague, fever, falling sickness, flowing robe of lilac-coloured silk richly selves as the first persons who had either aches and lameness; and finally, that he could embroidered with golden flowers, and holdcourage or ability to come forward to dispel cast out the devil; which last exploit he per- ing with an air of authority and magic gravity, ing in his hand a long white waud. Advancthis lamentable ignorance, is incomprehen- formed on a hysterical woman, hunting the he seemed to govern the life and movements sible. The Foreign Quarterly may appeal foul spirit up and down her throat with great of the individuals in crises. Women pantto its past volumes as evidence of the spirit perseverance, until at length, with great of its proprietors, and the ability of its con-violence of belching, (which did almost choak ing were threatened with suffocation-they tributors. But it would be idle to refute her, and force her eyes to start out of her must be unlaced; others tore the walls, or calumnies which are issued only in the way head,) it went forth, and so the woman rolled themselves on the ground, with strong of trade, and the value of which is calculated went away well.' spasms in the throat, and occasionally according to the number of pence they are "These supernatural cures attracted the uttering loud shrieks-the violence of the likely to bring in. We pass with pleasure notice of the clergy of the diocese, and Mr. crises must be moderated. He approached, from quackery and presumption to talent Greatrakes found himself cited to appear in traced over their bodies certain lines with The present number of the Foreign Quar-some debate, he was prohibited from laying cold or burning vapours through their entire the Dean's Court at Lismore, where, after his wand; they became instautly calm, acknowledged his power, and felt streams of terly contains several valuable articles. The on his hands for the future-a clear prece-frames, according to the directions in which first is a very elaborate exposition of the dent for the celebrated ordonnance forbidsystem of education adopted in Prussia. There ding any more wonders to be wrought at the is a good deal of general reasoning, upon the merits of which different opinions will be formed. Victor Cousin has furnished the text. "The History of Italian Freedom" carries us back into the interesting period of middle-age history. The third article is a and intelligence. tomb of the Abbé Paris. Mr. Greatrakes, he waved his hand." On the modern state of magnetism there is some curious information. Alas! poor human nature must be imposed upon; and whether men are magnetised by M. Mesmer, or swallow cartloads of Morrison's pills, or have their backs burnt by Mr. St. John Long, |