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MOORE.

the well-known editor of the Morning Chronicle. Perry

though no stickler in a general way, was staggered at Ar Mayfield, near Ashbourne, is a cottage where

the venom of two stanzas, to which I need not more Moore it is stated, composed Lalla Rookh. For some

particularly allude, and wrote to enquire whether he years this distinguished poet lived in the neighbouring

might be permitted to omit them. The reply which he village of Mayfield; and there was no end to the

received was shortly this : “ You may insert the lines pleasantries and anecdotes that were floating about its

in the Chronicle or not, as you please : I am perfectly cotteries respecting him; no limit to the recollections

indifferent about it: but if you do insert them, it must which existed of the peculiarities of the poet, of the

be verbatim.Mr. Moore's fame would not have sufwit and drollery of the man. Go where you would,

fered by their suppression : his heart would have been his literary relics were pointed ont to you. One family

a gainer. Some of his happiest efforts are connected posessed pens, and oh! such pens! they would have

with the localities of Ashbourne. The beautiful lines, borne a comparison with Miss Mitford's; and those

begining who are acquainted with that lady's literary implements and accessaries will admit this is no common-place

“ Those evening bells, those evening bells.” praise-pens that wrote “ Paradise and the Peri,” in

were suggested, it is said, by hearing the Ashbourne Lalla Rookh! Another showed you a glove torn up in peal; and sweetly indeed do they sound at that distance thin shreds in the most even and regular manner pos. s both mournfully and slow ; ” while those exquisitely sible: each shread being in breadth about the eigth of touching stanzas, an inch, and the work of the teeth! Pairs were demolished in this way during the progress of the “ Life

“ Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb

In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes," of Sheridan." A third called your attention to a note written in a strain of the most playful banter, and an- were avowedly written on the sister of an Ashbourne nouncing the next tragi-comedy meeting." A fourth gentleman, Mr. P*** B***. But to his drulleries. He repeated a merry impromptu; and a fifth played a very avowed on all occasions an utter horror of ugly women. pathetic air, composed and adapted for some very beauti. He was heard, one evening, to observe to a lady, whose ful lines of Mrs. Opie's. But to return to Mayfield. person was pre-eminently plain, but who, nevertheless, Our desire to go over the cottage which he had inhabited had been anxiously doing her little endeavours to atwas irresistible. It is neat, but very small, and re- tract his attention, “ I cannot endure an ugly womanmarkable for nothing except combining a most sheltered I'm sure I could never live with one-A man that situation with the most extensive prospect.

Still one

marries an ugly woman cannot be happy.” The lady had pleasure in going over it, and peeping into the observed, that “ such an observation she could not little book-room, yclept the “ Poet's Den," from which permit to pass without remark.

She knew many plain so much true poetry had issued to amuse and delight couples who lived most happily,” “Dont talk of it,'' mankind. But our satisfaction was not without its said the wit: “ don't talk of it. It cannot be. portion of alloy. As we approached the cottage, a I tell you,” said the lady, who became all at once both figure scarcely human appeared at one of the windows. piqued and positive, “it can be, and it is. I will Unaware that it was again inhabited, we hesitated name individuals so circumstanced. You have heard about entering when a livid, half-starved visage, pre- of Colonel and Mrs.--. She speaks in a deep, gruff sented itself through the lattice, and a thin shrill voice bass voice; he in a thin, shrill treble. She looks like discordantly ejaculated—“ Come in gentlemen, come a John Doree; he like a dried alligator They are in. Don't be a feard! I'm only a tailor at work on called Bubble and Squeak by some of their neighbours; the premises.” This villanous salutation damped sadly Venus and Adonis, by others. But what of that; They the illusion of the scene; and it was sometime before are not handsome, to be sure ; and there is neither we rallied sufficiently from this horrible desecration to mirror nor pier-glass to be found, search their house descend to the poet's walk in the shrubbery, where, from one end of it to the other. But what of that ? pacing up and down the live long morning, he composed No unhandsome reflections can, in such a case, be cast his “ Lalla Rookh." It is a little contined gravel-walk, by either party! I know them well; and a more harin length about twenty paces;so narrow, that there is monious couple I never met with. Now, Mr. Moore, barely room on it for two persons to walk abreast; in reply, what have you to urge; I flatter myself I bounded on one side by a straggling row of stinted have overthrown your theory completely.” “Not a laurels, on the other, by some old decayed wooden whit. Colonel—— has got into a scrape, and like a paling; at the end of it was a huge hay-stack. Here, soldier puts the best face he can upon it.” Those still without prospect, space, fields, flowers, or natural exist who were witnesses to his exultation when one beauties of any description, was the most imaginative morning he entered Mrs.--'s drawing-room, with an poem conceived, planned, and executed. It was at open letter in his hand, and in his peculiarly joyous Mayfield, too, that those bitter stanzas were written and animated manner, exclaimed :-“ Don't be suron the death of Sheridan. There is a curious circum- prized if I play all sort of antics! I am like a child stance connected with them : they were sent to Perry, with a new rattle: Here is a letter from my friend

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NO. XLIX. VOL. v.

And Love turns trembling from the sight,

Hiding his face with fear,
And Beauty shrieks in pale affright,

And Fame stands silent near,
And Glory's laurels shrink and die,
Changeless alone one brow and eye,

But they are of Despair.
Where fleet's the past!—But to life's task-

The where, the when, the how,
Becomes do thing of earth to ask,

With “ finite" on its brow
Far better to the future bear
Calm courage, not o'er-anxious care.

And let the minutes go.
Time's lapse may be a change of scene,

Time will itself explain,
A night before a morn serene

When lost years rise again,
Renew'd, and with a greener prime,
To run once more a destined time,

Nor seem to run in vain.

THE OMEN.

Byron telling me he has dedicated to me his poem of the Corsair. Ah, Mrs. -, it is nothing new for a poor poet to dedicate his poem to a great lord ; but it is something passing strange for a great lord to dedi. cate his book to a poor poet." "hose who know him most intimately, feel no sort of hesitation in declaring, that he has again and again been heard to express regret at the earliest efforts of his muse: or reluctance in stating, at the same time, as a fact, that Mr. M. on two different occasions endeavoured to repurchase the copyright of certain poems; but, in each instance, the sum demanded was so exorbitant, as of itself to put an end to the negociation. The attempt, however, does bim honour. And, affectionate father as he is well kpown to be, when he looks at his beautiful little daughter, and those fears, and hopes, and cares, and anxieties, come over him, which almost choke a parent's utterance as he gazes on a promising and idolised child, he will own the censures passed on those poems to be just; nay more-every year will find him more and more sensible of the paramount importance of the union of female purity with female loveliness—more alive to the imperative duty, on a fathers part, to guard the maiden bosom from the slightest taint of licentiousness. It is a fact not generally suspected, though his last work, “ The Epicurean,” affords strong internal evidence of the truth of the observation, that few are more thoroughly conversant with Scripture than himself Many of Alethe's most beautiful remarks are simple paraphrases of the sacred volume. He has been heard to quote from it with the happiest effect-to say there was no book like it—no book, regarding it as a mere human composition, which could on any subject even “ approach it in poetry, beauty, pathos, and sublimity.” Long may these sentiments abide in him! And as no man, to use his own words, “ ever had fiercer enemies or firmer friends.'- -as no man, to use those of others, was ever more bitter and sarcastic as a political enemy, more affectionate and devoted as a private friend, the more deeply his future writings are impregnated with the spirit of that volume, the more heartfelt, let him be well assured, will be his gratification in that hour when “ we shall think of those we love, only to regret that we have not loved more dearly, when we shall remember our en nemies only to forgive them.”Living and the Dead. By a Country Curate.

I am about to describe a very interesting scene, and perhaps the most beautiful I have ever had the good fortune to witness ; and its greatest charm is its being my home. My home! my home! oh, what fond recollections rise at that delightful sound-recollections of days gone, never to return ! The thoughts of childhood-innocent, happy, childhood—will rush to my heart, and cannot be restrained. I could linger hours over my desk in the deep bay-widow where I am sitting, and look out on the gay flower-beds, and fancy I still see the forms of the companions of my early days, bounding down the shallow steps of the broad terrace before me, as they were wont in days of old. Alas ! the sun of my existence is rapidly waning, and I am sinking into my grave without one kind friend to watch over me, and shed a tear upon my tomb : alone in this ancient mansion, where the laugh and merriment of my brothers and sisters were once heard, my retrospect is indeed dreary, therefore I can look forward to the end of my pilgrimage without trembling.

The hall of Oakleigh stands midway on a gentle slope, fringed by woods which stretch down to a sparkling lake in the centre of the valley ; there the turrets, the battlements, and the domes, which crown each tower, are distinctly reflected, forming, as it were, a sort of magic building in the midst of the water. From the folding portals runs a long terrace, on which the tenderest exotics attain their full perfection. At each end broad stairs lead to a quaint, old-fashioned flower-garden ; and overhanging it, supported by stone columns, is a small wing, built, to judge from the hue of its materials, at a different period from the main building. This, for many years, has been used as a library--a fit haunt for the studious, if removed from the window; to me the wide expanse of luxuriant woodlands seen from that large casement was irresistible.

I never could withdraw my eyes from the scene, and oftentimes the black-lettered volume has fallen to the ground, whilst I gazed around me, and listened to the delicious sound of the falling water in the marble bason beneath the apartment. The interior of the mansion is as like the old houses of former days as possible, being filled with a multitude of rooms, both large and small; while galleries and passages cross and recross each other,

THE PARTED YEAR.

I stood upon the sunless shore

Beside oblivion's sea.
And saw its sluggish waves break o'er

The by-gone yesterday-
The last of the departed year
Join in the lapse of Time's career,

The pass'd elernity.
A cold thrill to my feeling taught

How much there was of mine
Gone with that year, of perish'd thought,

And ill delay'd design,
A part, too, of the vital flame
Quench'd beneath Time's incessant stream,

A march towards decline.
From out those waves no balmy isle

Uprears its sunny head,
Where shipwreck'd Hope may light her smile ;

Boundless, and drear and dread,
The billows break without a roar
“ Nameless" is stamped upon the shore,
Apd “ Death"—there all is dead!

forming a labyrinth difficult to thread. Old age must oaken balcony, formerly used as music-gallery, which be my excuse for thus pursuing the description of my stretched along the upper part of the hall ; it was alhome :—but to proceed with my story.

most imperceptible, but still I could discern the old banI was the youngest son of a numerous family, who ners which hung beneath, waving to and fro in the for many centuries have possessed the wide tract of land chill night air ; and the gilded ornaments of the organ named Oakleigh, surrounding the hall; but one by one reflected the flame of the fire, which, in fitful flashes, I saw them drop into the silent tomb, whilst I was left, was now decaying. I tried in vain to avert my eyes the last of this ancient house, solitary and companion- from the dreaded spot: fascinated, as by the rattle. less :-the devastating storm had felled the hardy trees, snake, who lures his victim to his jaws, did my eyes whilst the weak and sickly sapling remained unhurt, turn to the mysterious gallery. I was spell-boundunimpaired by the tempest! Time rolled on, and be- rooted to the couch. How long I might have remained held me daily improving under the tuition of my kind in this state I know not, when suddenly a strong and mother, whose instruction filled my young mind with vivid light shone around the apartment, illuminating those virtuous principles which a Christian monitress the arched roof, and darting, as the lightning, into each loves to instil into the heart of her pupil. Accustomed dark corner ; and revealing rusty armour, and the nuto exercise and feats of activity, 1 outgrew the tender merous trophies of the chace, which clothed its polished habits which in childhood often threatened to end my sides. I was raised to the acmé of terror as I beheld existence; and, ere I had arrived at my twelfth birth- the unearthly flash. I tried to scream, but the sound day, no cottage boy in the neighbourhood was half as died away on my parched lips—the power of speech was strong and healthy as myself. It was at this period

denied me.

Motionless, I remained like one of the marthat an incident occurred, which during my life has ble statues, which seemed in the vivid light to be never failed to agitate me strongly when I reflect on it. frowning on me from their pedestals. Presently the The close of the year 1762 had set in with tempestuous flame seemed concentrated in the music-gallery, in which weather, even for the dreary season of winter ; the fierce I plainly saw the figure of a mailed warrior standing howling wind which swept around the towers would in silent majesty, and casting a scrutinizing glance on bave destroyed a less firm mansion than Oakleigh ; and the pavement beneath him ; thrice he shook his unfearful was the fall of the stately timber in our shady gloved hand, and thrice pronouncing the word “ Prepark during these gales and hurricanes. One evening pare !” vanished in the gloom that succeeded. Thus, when I had returned from a long ramble on the sea- then (thought I), have I beheld the appearance of Sir shore, which was about two miles from home, I paused Hildebrand the brave; though whose departure from awhile to rest on one of the large heavy couches beside life it foretold, I was at a loss to discover ; but the the hall fire, ere I sought the presence of my parents. dreadful recollection of the spectral form, its plumed The sun had set amid clouds of an angry hue, and a helmet, and impressive ejaculations, was more than I portentious mass of a dull leaden colour which over- could bear. I remember uttering a piercing shriek as spread the face of the heavens gave indications of the the harrowing thought returned, and also the force of storm that night was to witness. The large iron lamp my fall on the marble pavement—then my ideas were in the centre of the apartment was not yet lit: and the hushed in insensibility: blaze of the huge billets of wood in the wide chimney served not to dissipate the darkness which hid the boun- I awoke on the following morning with a dimness dary of the hall from me.

of thought which follows a trance occasioned by intense A tradition, which had formed part of my nursery terror. I threw open the casement, and a current of lore, and which is still extant, suddenly, by some unac- mild cool air rushed into the apartment : all around me countable chance, rose to my remembrance,; and as I wore a look of calmness and peace ; save a few riven pondered on its mysterious tendency, an involuntary branches, there remained nothing indicative of the preshudder crept through my frame,

All was silent save ceding night's tempest. But I could not forget the vithe hoarse rumbling of the wind in the chimney ; no sion, and strolled out on the terrace to endeavour to redistant post-bell sounded on my ear, which I should have gain my composure. The sun's rays were gilding each

as fondly as the traveller does the spring of part of the building—all was glowing in the yellow water on the burning plains of Arabia. I was by my- light. I met a few of the domestics—they bore a strange self

, and separated from the domestic apartments by a appearance of mingled fear and sorrow : when I spoke long winding passage, which, such was the fear that

to them, “ they shook their heads and turned aside." oppressed me, i dared not trayerse alone.

The legend

This was to me very unaccountable, and I sought the my nurse had so often related to me contained,

presence of my mother, to enquire the cause of such spite of the good dame’s circumlocution, only one part strange behaviour. The breakfast room, the library, all which seriously interested me ;-it was, that the spirit were traversed in vain ; and I hastily turned to my paof one of my noble ancestors, who had been massacred

rents' apartments, in a remote part of the building. during the wars of the Roses, would always appear to With a quick step I entered a closet which communiwarn his descendants of their approaching dissolution. cated with their sleeping room, and cautiously drawing A certain part of the hall was the spot mentioned where aside the arras, which still hung before the door, I the spectre became visible; the time was also known

stepped into the space beyond. How strongly does my the hour following sunset. Oh! how dearly did the mind revert to that sad moment! At one glance I saw remembrance of my childish days return in full force, that my mother was my only surviving parent---my faas I reflected on my nurse's tale. At this noment the ther, Sir Charles Lattimer, had ceased to exist. deep-toned bell struck the fatal hour. This, then, was Thus, then, by dreadful experience, I found the trathe time—the very place where the visitant's form had dition of my family was not the chimera of a heated ima. been perceived. I cast my eyes up to a low, dark, gination, but a legend of deep and powerful interest;

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and who will now smile at my superstition, when I say

My little Hottentot corporal, Pict Spandilly, who as that the tale of the Omen I implicitly believe ?

sisted in killing this Cobra, had a still narrower escape L. from a small but venomous snake, of which I have for

gotten the eolonial apellation. Pict and his men (six

soldiers of the Cape corps, placed at that time under LOVE AND THE VIOLET:

my directions for the protection of our remote settle

ment against the Caffres), slept in a tent adjoining to Who calls the rose my fav’rite flow'r ? I own her beauty's magic power;

mine, pitched in a grove of mimosas on the brink of My cheek her colours softly Ansh

the Bavian's river; and one morning, when he rose My wings are tinted with her blush.

from his conch of dried grass, Pict felt something living Bit, see! are not these melting eyes, Rich with the violet's deep blue dyes ?

moving about his thigh in the inside of his leathern

trowsers. Thinking it was only one of the harmless Give me at morning's early honr

lizards which swarm in every part of South Africa, be Give me that lovely bending flower With dew upon its parple bloom,

did not at first much mind it, but came out to the open My spirit in its sweet perfume,

air, laughing, and shaking his limb to dislodge the Shedding its odours round like youth

crawling vermin. But when a black wriggling snake In its first confidence and truth."

came tumbling down about his naked ankles, poor I steal the rose's bright disguise,

Spandilly, uttering a cry of horror, kicked the reptile To veil myself to human eyes ;

off; and, though he had in reality sustained no injury, And in its loveliness and charm

could scarcely for some time be persuaded that he was You may discern my mortal form.

not a gone man,
But would yon know me-ne'er forget
My soul is in the violet.

It is, in fact, from apprehensions of danger, or the instinct of self-defence, far more than from any peculiar fierceness or innate malignity, that the serpent race

ever assail man or any of the larger animals. They VENOMOUS SERPENTS.

turn, of course, against the foot that tramples on, or

the hand that threatens them ; but, happily, nature bas During a residence of six years in the interior of the not armed them, in addition to their formidable powers Cape Colony, and in the course of various journies of destruction, with the disposition of exerting those through the interior (extending to upwards of 3,000 powers from motives of mere wanton cruelty, or for miles), I have met with a considerable number of

purposes unconnected with their own subsistence or sesnakes ; yet I do not recollect of ever being exposed, curity. Were it otherwise, countries like the Cape except in one instance, to any imminent hazard of being would be altogether uninhabitable. As it is, the anbit by any of them. On the occasion referred to I was

noyance experienced from the numerous poisonous superintending some Hotentots, whom I had employed snakes is not such as, on the whole, to affect the comto clear away a patch of thicket from a spot selected fort of those accustomed to it, in any considerable defor cultivation, when one of the men suddenly recoil

gree. ing, with signs of great alarm, exclaimed that there was

Conversing on this subject one day with my friend a Cobra-Capello in the bush. Not being at that time Captain H-, who had been for many years a resifully aware of the dangerous character of this sort of

dent, and is now a magistrate in the interior, I enquired snake, I approached to look at him. The Hotentots whether he had ever, in the course of his campaigns on called out to me to take care, for he was going to spring. the Caffre and Bushman frontiers, and when necessarily Before they had well spoken, or I had caught a view of obliged to sleep in the desert or jungle in the open air, the reptile, I heard him hiss fiercely, and then dart him- suffered injury or incurred danger from serpents : he self towards me amidst the underwood. At the same

replied, that the only occasion he recollected of incurinstant, instinctively springing back to avoid him, I fell

ring any great hazard of this sort was the following: over a steep bank into the dry stony bed of a torrent ; “ Being upon a military expedition across the fronby which I suffered some severe bruises, but fortunately tier," said Captain Hem, “ I had slept one night, as escaped the more formidable danger to which I had too

usual, wrapt up in my cloak, beneath a tree. On incautiously exposed myself. The Hottentots then as- awakening at daybreak, the first object I peceived on sailed the snake with sticks and stones, and forced him raising my head from the saddle, which served for my (though not before he had made another spring and pillow, was the tail of an enormous Puff-Adder lying missed one of them still more narrowly than myself) to across my breast, the head of the reptile being muffled take refuge up a mimosa tree. Here he became a safe under the folds of my cloak close to my body, whither and easy mark to their missiles, and was speedily beaten it had betaken itself, apparently for warmth, during down, with a broken back, and consequently incapable the chillness of the night; there was extreme hazard, of further mischief. The Hottentots, having cut off his that if I alarmed it by moving, it might bite me in a head, carefully buried it in the ground; a practice vital part :-seizing it therefore softly by the tail, i which they never omit on such occasions, and which pulled it out with a sudden jerk, and threw it violently arises from their apprehension of some one incautiously to a distance. By this means I escaped without intreading on the head of the dead snake, and sustaining jury: but had I happened to have unwittingly offended injury from its fangs; for they believe that the dread- this uninvitel bedfellow before I was aware of his preful virus, far from being extinguished with life, retains

sence, I might, in all probability, have fatally atoned its fatal energy for weeks, even for months, afterwards.

for my heedlessness." This snake measured nearly six feet in length, and was An incident, scarcely less alarming, occurred to Mrs. the largest Cobra I have met with.

H--, the wife of the officer just mentioned.

She

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And I have sat the long, long night,

And marked that tender flow'r decay ;
Not turn abruptly from the sight,

But slowly, sadly, waste away!
The spoiler came, yet paus'd as thongh

So meek a victim check'd his arm;
Half gave, and half withheld the blow,

As forced to strike, yet loathe to harm.
We saw that fair cheek's fading bloom,
The ceaseless canker worm consume,

And gazed on hopelessly :
Till the mute suffering pictured there,
Wrung from a father's heart a prayer-

Ch, God! a prayer his child might die :
Ay! from his lips ;-the rebel heart
E'en then, refused to bear a part.
But the sad conflict's past—'tis o'er,
That gentle bosom throbs no more;
The spirit's freed-throngh realms of light
Faith's eagle-glance pursues her flight
To other worlds, to happier skies :

Hope dries the tear which sorrow weepeth ; No mortal sound, the voice which cries,

The damsel is not dead but sleepeth."

was sleeping with her infant upon a camp-bed in a lit. tle clay-built cabin, such as are used by the military in their temporary cantonments in that fine climate,when looking up one morning, she perceived a snake making its way through the thatch, almost directly above her couch, and swinging with its body to and fro, with its little malignant eyes gleaming upon her face. She screamed in terror, and covered up her child, in in. stant apprehension of the reptile's descent. Before her servant answered her call, it had in fact wriggled its way through the thatch, and fallen into the room, but fortunately without any attempt to injure the lady or her child, it immediately took refuge in a corner, where it was afterward discovered and destroyed.

Somewhat similar was the situation, on one occasion, of another lady of my acquaintance, the wife of my friend Mr. Devenish, of Mount Devenish, Bavian's River. Going into her nursery one night, she found a Puff-Adder standing erect on its tail (in the usual mode of that dangerous serpent), by the side of the cradle where her infant lay asleep. She screamed in horror, but durst not approach for fear that the reptile, which began to hiss and inflate its jaws (as it usually does when irritated), should spring upon the child. Fortunately her husband was at hand, and hearing her out-cry, hastened to her aid, and with a single blow destroyed the serpent.

It is not very unusual, indeed, for snakes of various sorts are to be found in the houses at the Cape, nor does it, in ordinary cases, excite any violent alariu when such inmates are discovered. They make their way

both over the roofs and under the walls, in search of food and shelter, and especially in pursuit of mice, which many of them chiefly subsist upon. During my residence in the interior, however, I recollect of only two instances of their being found in my own cabin. On one of these occasions I had sent a servant girl (a bare legged Hottentot) to bring me some article from a neighbouring hut. On returning with it, she cried out before entering the cabin—"Oh, Mynheer! Mynheer! what shall I do? A snake has twined itself round my ankles, and if I open the door he will come into the “ Never mind," I replied : open

the door, and let him come in if he dare.” She obeyed, and in glided the snake, luckily without having harmed the poor girl. I stood prepared, and instantly smote him dead; and afterwards found him to be one of the very venomous sort called Nachtslang.

THE FISHERMAN OF ORMUS.

house."

One day the famous enchantress Dalle-Mutaleha, her brow girded with the carbuncle crown, darted from the mountains of Kaff, borne by the bird Simourg, of speed equalling the wind. She directed her fight towards Bagdad. When above the islands of Ormus, she met with in the air the angel Tir-Aban, mounted on Borak, the celestial courser of the Prophet.

“ Whither goest thou ?” said the sorceress to the genius of sciences.

“ I am going,” he answered, “ to comfort a learned man in poverty."

“ And I to relieve a rich one who is dying of ennui from ignorance.

Which of the two is most to be pitied ? "

“ The rich blockhead, undoubtedly.” “ It may be, but opulence has its pleasures.” “ The pleasures of the imagination exceed them all.”

“ The rich enjoy leisure and honour. They are followed by crowds of admirers. For them praise was invented, and praise is a delicious draught--"

“ Which is followed by satiety and disgust. The mortal whom I inspire, is blest even by his dreams. He possesses all that his imagination pictures; he lives in a suppositious world, which he can change or destroy at pleasure. When his mind is weary of its own creations, he can fly to his beloved books; and what society even of the wisest and most virtuous, can compare with those precious depositories which contain the purest essence of the noblest spirits of all ages ? Would he be more happy, could they who composed them issue from the grave to bear him company? I think not. Few good authors are equal to their works."

“ I could, on my side, say much on the subject of riches. I could expatiate on the real good which they procure, and, like you, display only the fair side of the picture ; but I hate long discussions. Experience is the only sure path to truth. Let us then leave your learned man for the present to his poverty; according to your theory, he can easily bear it in dreaming opulence. 1, at the same time, will let my rich man keep

ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER.

"Tis o'er, in that long sigh she past,
Th'enfranchised spirit soars at last
And now I gaze with tearless eye
On what to view was agony.
That panting heart is tranquil now,
And heavenly calm-that ruffled brow,
And those pale lips, wbich feebly strove
To force one parting smile of love,
Retain it yet,-soft, placid, mild
As when it graced my living child.
Oh! I have watched with fondest care,

To see my op'ning fow'ret blow;
And felt the joy that parents share-

The pride which fathers only know.

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