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THE GARLAND.
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On the ..0.41C 9 P . or 'George P. alorris.
Va/TTEN ON HEARING OF THE INTENDED DEBORA
VON LitINKILIZ HILL.
Workmen, spare that ground !
'Touch oot a single clod !
Por every turf around
By patriot feet was trod.
'T was there our gallant band
Did war's dark torrent stein;
'Bore, let old Bunker stand
A thonumnnt to them.
That old illustrious hill,
Whose glory.and renown
The earth and ocean
GII—
And would 'you dig it down?
Workmen, Jay down your spades
Aud let.the hill alone;
"T relit; the sleeping shades
. 'Po-touch a single stone.
When war had just be'gun
Our fathers sookhl its site;
'ricochet' on itatop,they won,
Here too, renown to fight.
Wokottert,tho brave. fell here.
•
And some of Freedom's hand—
Workmen, heed the patriot's tear,
And tut old Bunker stand.
Our heart strings round thee cling,
Close at thy soil, old hill !
And burg may freemen bring,
Their votive oil 'rings still.
Old hill ! the storm still brave !
And..tverkmen, leave the spot
If patriot tears Can save
Your team shall berm it not.
LPL 1S LP:.l)Wlttt ®IIIVo
A Day among . the Illotm
A DAY among the mountains—far m the hills
is a passage in a man's life touching and mem:
orable. The scene is strong with the original;
primeval impress of nature, untouched by man or
his works. We seem to stand directly in the pro•
Bence of the Almighty, stripped of all flatteries
and disguises ; the bold outlines and peaks of the
hills, cleaving the silent motionless air, appear as
His handwriting, legible in their majestic charac
ter, and appalling in their sternness and solitude.
Such as we now see them, they were beheld by
the 'world's grey fathers,' bond and free, in the
earliest poriods of creation. The eagle stilt buildi
his nest among the cliffs; the torrent sull flashes
down the ravine ; rho birch-troo, or the pine,waves
over the precipice ; and the lake, visited by the
red deer and the solitary water fowl, still bests its
banks, rellecung the grey rock and the cloud : all
utterly careless and unconscious of man, who
Kerns an alien, an encumberance to the scene.
The conquerors of the world subdued nations; but
the mountains, like the banners of heaven, were
Impregnable.
Many . ati eye, now, dim, has gaied on them in
silent wonder and admiration ; ninny a prayer.
from hearth smote with reverence, or fear, or pen
itence, the ilate remorse of love,' er of bumble ad
oration, has been breathed at their base They
remain, from ago to age, types of. the Everlasting,
fulfilling their high destiny or awakening, purify
ing, and exalting the human mind.
A range of mounteina is sometimes as varied in
shape, color, and shade, as a forest of old trees.
bet us place ourrielves in the heart of the Glen.
garry country, or. the : wild Monaliadlt mountains,
in Iverness-shire. yob have, directly above
the black foaming stream, or the glen of soft green
herbage, a ridge Of brown breathery heights, not
'very imposing in form or altitude; then a loftier
range, with a bluer aspect; a third, scarred with
snow, and serrated, perhaps,. or peaked at their
summits; then a multitudinoue mass, stretching
away in the distance, agent's, pyramids, or domes,
darkly blue, or ruddy with sunshine, the shadows
chasing one another across their huge limbs, re.
waling, now and then, the tail of n cataract, a
lake, or the relics of a pine forest, once mighty in
its gloomy expanse of shade, in the olden time.
• • A panoramic' of meunteins, as if instinct with
life and motion ! To call such a scene dull or.
uniform—such a vast assembhige of Titanic forms,
warring with the elements, or reflecting their
'splendor— as unlovely or unattractive, is a sacri
lege and desecration of the noblest objects in cre
ation.
There are Glens in the Highlands of Scotland
possessing, in their sheltered seclusion, all the
richness and warmth of an Italiah-scene. Glen
Urquhart has been termed the Tempe of Scotland;
and Glen Winston,. with its numerous falls arid
pools, and its richly wooded sides, is scarcely in
ferior.. In n sunny day you feel as if in a wild
Elysium. Bees, birds, and waters, sing and mur
mur around you, and you seem to have the whole
to yourself!
: I"FarJa the son and summer gale,"
Woods and verdure only meet the eye. Tho
ground is too scanty and uneven for tillage, .but
the pasture, Is luxuriant. The goats and cattle
graze among the rocks; the cottages on the heights
—peasants' nests'—repose in light; and you con
dude in your heart, where every harsh and world
ly is hushed, that the sky could not bend
over a more delicious prospect. Even Johnson,
With all his town-bred and old English prejudices,
acknowledged—he could not but feel—the influ.
ence of such a scene ; and in one of the most pic
turesque sentences he over wrote has thus record
ed his sensations;
"'As the day advanced towards noon, we enter.
ed a narrow valley, not very flowery, but sufficient
ly verdant. I set down on a bank,' such as a• romancewriter of B'inance would have delighted tp feign.
I had, indeed, no trees to whisper over my head,
but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day
was calm, the air was soft, and all was rudeness,
silence and solitude. 'Before me, and on either
side, were high hills, which by hindering the eye
from ranging, foreed,tho mind to find entertain
ment for itself." '
Near this spot Johnsen spent a night .t his en
tertainment was of,,,,coursO humble; but the dough_
der of his host wasitot 'inelegant either in mein or
dress,' and delighted her guest by telling him how
much he honored her country by coming to •sur
vey it.
hal been at Ivernese to gain tho common
female qualifications, and had, like her father, the
English pronunciation. I presented her with a
hook which I happened to havo about me, and
should not be pleased to think that she forgets
Inc."
This latter spring' in the affections of the old
moralist is a pleasing episode in his tour. Tho
book, as the faithful Boswell records, was—Cock
er's Arilliniclic! "Why, sir, if you aro to haVe
hut one hook with yo 4 upon a journey, let it be a
hook of science. When you have read through a
book of entertainment, you know it, and it can do
no more for you; but n book of science is inex
haustible.' The maxim is just, but, like many
others, easier to believe then to follow, We pre_
fir Sliskspenre, or Bacon's Essay's, or Words
worth's Excursion, or a spell at the first six books
of Paradise Lost,
'Pasturing on from verdant stage to stage.'
But what has become of Johnson's Ganymede—
the object of his rejuvenescence among the High
land Hills 1 Dust, dust, most probably, and
slumbering far from her own green glen in the
West, in a still more Western region—the wilds
of Americo. The site of.the" cottage where John
son rested cannot now be ascortsined—the plough
has passed over it; end it is believed that, shortly
after the date of his journey, the innkeeper and
his family emigrated, with many of their country.
men, to Gonads.
Somewhat more than half way to the Fall, we
come to the in, or change-house of Whitebridge,
mall but decent hostelrie, which is welcome as
the shining forehead of a star in that gloomy wild.
Having seen your borax cared for—and oats ac
well as hay can be had—you should walk over the
Inds to the South, a distance of five miles, to see
tho Vale of Killen, a Highland Paradise, which
has not unaptly been termed 'The Happy Valley.'
It is an extensive abiding, encompassed by steep
mountains, producing the richest pasture, and
frequented for summer.graxing by all the critters
and their cattle. Many a Celtic beauty here trims
her snood, 'and trills a song to 'please her swain.
The plan, two miles in length, is dotted all over
with temporary huts ; some hundreis of cows are
keys from Juno till Atigust, and the land flOws
with milk, if not with honey. The verdant turf
le altered from the plough, rastroque inhales,. a
high mural rock bulwarks it on one aide, with les
ser subsidiarieu of the same character; and a lake,
with a atream'oozing out of it, waters and encloses
the other 'aide.' Fragments of Celtic song and
music have been preserved by this rural carnival
in the Yule of Killen; and an eminent composer
of these national melodies derived some of his
sweetest strains from this pastoral sower. We
passed some hourti in the dialipY Valley,
'As Idleness fancied in her drCaming mood.'
among the dairy charms of the place ; and should
not be pleased, as Johnson says, to think that cer
tain inmates of the summer huts shoOld forget us!
Scenery of a sterner character awaits us,— for
the lofty, light grey rocks, partly yellow with li
chens, which enclose the river Foyers, now come
in sight. Some fields of arable ground intervene,
and nothing can be more disimilar than the com
plexion of Amt mossy stream immediately above
the Falls, and the uppearenee it presents below
them. "It was the excessive loveliness of some of
the scenery there," says Professor' 'Wilson, oth4t
suggested to us the thought of wiing to look what
kind of a stream the Foyers was above the. Falls.
We went, and to the quiet of a summer evening
found it
'Was even the gentlest or all gentle things.'
It winds peacefully among corn fields, green
glades bloping from the birchen heights, and fairy
nooks of pasture bounded by hedge rows. Nature
delights in contrasts,. Smiles mingle with tears,
grief with gladness, mercy with severity. Such
seeming contradictions are part of her system.
Shakespeare knew well the power of contrast
(What in the whole arcane of nature did he not
know I) in bightening effect, when lie prefaced
the murder of Duncan with the sweetly touching
description of the castle, where the temple-haunt
ing marlet loved to build ; and when ho makes
Shy lock redeem his nature from utter sordidness
and cruelty by one burst of tenderness and feeling.
"Tuba/. One of them showed me a ring that
he had of your daughter far a monkey.
Shylock. Out upon her I Thou tornirest me,
Tuhal ; it was my tory:wise; I had it of teal)
when I Was a bachelor ; I would not have given
it for a wilderness of monker.
Ali Paella was a man of extremely Mild man.
nits and appearance, though he went on sacking,
burning, and slaying, wherever it suited his put
lose. Oliver Cromwell played some fantastic
tricks, in mirth, with the pen and ink which he
took up to emu the death-warrant of Charles.
Napoleon indicted orders fur the theatres of Paris,
amidst the mounting flames and crashing ruins of
Moscow ; and such moral contrasts, such blend-
ings of opposite qualities, aro constantly going . on
and pervading all nature. The river Foyers . , then,
without further dalliance or digression; presents
'Thc torrent's smoothness ere it dasb
ft is precipitated tit the Greet Fell through a ner
row aperture, and descends in one body, thunder
ing down in foam. The descent hes been desert
bed as two hundred feet: it is not quite ono hun.
dred, by measurement. Ilut so vast is the cavern
that lowers around, perpetually wet, end drench
ing the spectators with spray, so awful is the noise,
so striking and rugged tho rocks, that you feel the
spirit of solitude could not have chosen .a more
-majestic.temple. We saw the Fulls in perfection
owing to the previous rains. The whole depths
of the Vale was filled with spray, rising like an
exhalation ; and the sun's rays, shining through
the vapor, made a splendid rainbow—a double
arch, one high up, stretching from the top of the
gloomy cavity to the surface of the waters—the
other directly over the foaming surge below, mix
ing with it, as it seemed, yet preserving its Wand
ful distinctoest and continuity--
'A sun-burst is the storm of death.'
But let us listen to the noblest description of a
waterfull that.ever was written. Substitute Foy.
ern for Velino—tho word is not quits, so ouphonous
—apd the stanzas apply as well to the great scot
'ish Fall as to tho.'4Coacata del marmore of Terri:
'The roar of waters!—from tho headlong bight
Velino elenves.the wave-worn precipice ,
The fall of waters rapid as the light
The flashing mass foams, shaking the abyss ;
.. .
The hell of w aters e !, where they howl and hiss,-
And boil in endless torture; while the sweat
" Of their great agony wrung out from th is
Their Phlegetlion. curls round the rocks of jet,
That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set.
,o nd mounts in spray the skies. and thence again.
Returns in an initteasfn; shower, which mind
teLyazuzzoGair cattzagypaerivo WlltiareAtifl2ll2 tip ataapa4
With its unempticd cloud of :gentle rain, •
Is an eternal April to the ground,
Making it all one emerald. How profound
The gulf ! and how the giant clement
From rock to rock leaps with delimns bound,
Crushing the cliffs,which,downward worn and rent
With his fierce footsteps,y4l in chasms a fearful yen
"To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
More like the fountain of an infant sea
Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes
Of a new world, than only thus' to be •
Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly. •
With many windings, through the vale, Look back
Lo, where it comes like an eternity,
As if to sweep down all things in its track,
Charming the eye with dread—a matchless cataract
"Horribly beautiful! But on the verge;
From side to aide, beneath the glittering morn,
An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge,
Like Hope upon a deadth-bed, and'unworu •
Its steady dyes, while all around is turn
By the distracted waters, bears serene
Its brilliant hues, with all their beams unshorn ;
Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene,
Love watching Madness with unalterable
Of all our living poets, Wordsworth is most
thoroughly imbued with the spirit of the moun
tains. 'By contemplating antiquities, the mind
itself becomes antique,' says Livy ; and by gazing
fo; half a century on the calm and majestic as•
peel of his native vales and rocks, Wordsworth
has imbibed, in his inmost soul, their sublime and
natural simplicity. Their various forma and' col
ors seem painted on the retina of Ins mind, us with
a pencil of spn-beams. The very diffusiveness
of his sty le and diction ie in perfect keeping : it
breathes of the long drawn solitary vale, stretch
ing away; in its entire calmness, under a trail of
bright and sunny clouds. There is no intrusion
of incongruous thoughts or objects—no 'affected
point or epigram. All nsturo seems to'listen
while ho speaks, as one commissioned to dellier
her oracles and responses to the human ;heart.
Campbell spent some of his early and fresh yeark
among the wild secluded scenes of. the Hebrides;
but he was then a student, treasuring up knowl
edge, rather than writing from a fulltnind of What
he witnessed and felt. Traces of his residence in
the Highlands abound in his works ; they ore
beautiful, :rut transient- , ldelicately distinct and
vivid, as the features cut out on an ancient cameo,
but not coloring the whole of his mind, or influ
encing the direction of his genius, as in the case
of Wordsworth. His stanzas on revisithig , the
river Clyde are conceived in a fine vein of medi
tated poetry ; but what are they .compared with
Wordsworth's lines on revisiting Tintern Abbey I
The older bards of England saw mountain scenery
chiefly through the spectacles of books. Spenser
must be excepted ; for, pastoral like, he describes
himself as keeping his flock under the foot of the
mountain Mole, amongst the shade of greeri
by the shore of Mulls. Shakspeare drew Arden
forest from his recollection of Charlecote l'ark
but assuredly, he never sojourned among the' hills.
Even Malone could not trace his steps beyond the
Severn or Ma Tweed: Milton bad passed ~ t he
Pyrenean mountains and the Pu;" Anion
returned to . .blow a dolorous and a jarring blast.'
The tempest past over; and he sat in his little'par
tor, in the Artillery Walk; . painting in imagina
tion the scenes of Paradise,' and blessed with vis
ions of angels ascending and descending : after.
wards he led his divine eremite into the wilder.
aces, where the woods and mountains appeared
"More fresh and green,
After a night of storm, moruntous."
but ho discoursed.as the poet and the scholar,
familiar with all humeri learning, but not as . one
familiar from habitual study with the volume of
nature. .11ryden and Pope were yet, 'fliorts.sliifi
cia.7—but how rich are the gifts that genius confers
on her votaries! Their solitude she peoples with
forms of loveliness and delight— their abodes, •in
populous city pent,' she irradiates with visions of
nature, : finer than oven a Claude or Salvator host'
could transfer to canvass.
Southey visited the Foil of Foyers, in compan,y,
with the late Mr. Tenon! ; the one surveying like
an engineer, and the other like a poet, the line of
the Caledonian Canal, with its tributary streams
and valley. The laureate does , not seem to litiv:e
been inspired by the Fall. Burns burst forth into
voluntary numbers on witnessing the scone; but
Burns did not always shootwith the bow of 'Dips.:
ses, and his heart was amidst his Lowland braes
even when ho stood on the Green Point of
Foyers.
"Prone'down the rods the whitening sheet descends,
And viewless Echo's ear, astouish'd, rends."
Viewless Echo's ear ! A poor and cold conceit,
bard of Doon, to represent the thunder of the tor
rent in that depth profound. But the poet ends
;tigorously and picturesquely—
" Dins seen, thro' rising mists nod ceaseless showers,
The hoary cavern, wide surrounding lowers,
Still through the gap the struggling river toils,
And still below the horrid cauldron boils."
"The 'Fall of Foyers," says Wilson, "is the
most magnifleient cataract, out of all sight and
hearing, in Britian. The din is quito loud c.
nough in ordinary weather; and it is only in or.
dinary weather that you can approach the place,
from which you have a full view of its grandeur.
When the Fall is in flood, to say nothing of being
drenched to the skin, you are so blinded by the
sharp spray smoke; tuid so deafened 'by the dash.
ing and clashing, and tumbling and rumbling
thunder, thlit Sim' condition is far from enviable,
as you cling," 'lonely lover of nature,' to a shelf,
by no means eminent for safety, above the horrid
gulf. In ordinary Highland weather—meaning
thereby weather neither very wet nor very. thy—
it is worth walking a thousand miles for one hour
to behold the Fall of Foyers. The spacious cavi
ty is enclosed by'.coruplicated cliff's and perpen.
dicular precipices' of immense height; and though
for a while it wears to the oye.a savage aspect,
yet beauty fears not to dwell oven there, And the
horror is softened by what appears to be masses
of tall Andra, or single shrubs almost liko trees.
'And they are trees, which on the level would
look even stately ; but as they ascend, ledge above
ledge, the wells of that awful chasm, it takes the
eye time to see them as they really are, while on
our first discernment of their character, serenely
spading among the tumult, they are felt on such'
sites to be sublime?'
Emerging from.the cavity of the Fall, by, the
?..igzag path cut out of the crags, and overhUpg!
with birch, mountaio-asti, and abler tress, we see,
from the natural terrace ' or elevation of the road,
the spacious bosom of LOch Ness, into which the
troubled Fall has poured its waters—the blue
mountain of Mealfourvonie, shaped like a dome—
a St. Paul's in the wild—and, descending towards
the South, groves of Weeping birch and green
fields, won from the waste,
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A landscape of soft serene beauty has succeeded
to tho Alpine grandeur of the Fall. Its murmurs
aro still hoard, but its terrors have vanished: the
sun is shining joyously over all the wide scene—
lake, verdure, wood, and rock. The road on
wards to Dimness is one of singular beauty. High
rocks are on one side, and the lake on the other ;
both fringed luxuriently with lurch, sparkling and
fragrant, like an avenue leading to some baronial
mansion.
We pursued our way in silence along the
shores of the magnificent lake, catching glimpses
now and then, through the trees, of its bright wa
ters, and rejoicing that we could still derive so
much happiness from a Day among the Montt-
WOMAN'S PIRIVUTEISS.
"irshe will, she will—
You may depend ou 't ;
Mahe wont, she ',lint—
And there 'a on cud on 't!"
A case of a novel character occurred yesterday
in the United States Circuit. Court at Providence.
The Providence Courier sayeu—A young lady of
a very interesting appearance,and respectable chinr.
acter, was brought up by the marshal for refusing
to be !morn, and to give her testimony before the
grand jury. Justice Story addressed her in a very
eloquent and respectful manner; and with the
kindness of a father, urged upon her the duty and
the necessity of persons giving tcsdniony to Pro
mute the cause of justice, and the Public safety.—
He informed her, that, however painful to him,the
lays left no discretion for him to exercise; and that,
it she persisted in her refusal, the only course he
could pursue, was, to commit her to jail, and to
keep her there till she should consent to take the
oath.
True to her woman's nature, she replted instan
ter, and without hesitation, that shr.would go to
Jail rather than be sworn, and was condemned ac
cordingly. It seems that a young gentle Man whose
addrebses she was not inclined to favor, had writ
ten her two letters, which she suffered to remain
in the post off ee: Another young gentleman Wok
one of the letters from the post officeind delivered
it to the lady, who received it with the seal brok
en, and the_young lady was summoned by the let
ter writer, as a witness against the letter bearer,
and from some cause best known to herself,_she
refused to make oath.
Since the above was in type, we learn that tho
young lady has bern liberated, and has returned
to her friends. ---Boston Traweript.
The Reality of Xaiure.
The lowest order of description, perhaps, is that
of external objects—and even, in this how few
persons succeed ! Here, certainly, judgement and
taste, qualities purely mental, are employed; but ,
who has attempted the description of outward ob.
jecta does not know from experience that the page
often halts from the mere want of expression
Ttai see all before you—you have not, as in the
description of internal objects, to seolt out invisi
ble connections, forme, and colors, and give palpa- .
batty to airy nothings. you have to do is to:
express in forcible words the effect. produced on'
the imagination by a group of objects wending be
fore you, and their mutual dependence on each
other. But though apparently easy, how 2 often
difficult to accomplish 11 . A friend of ours, not
deficient in the power of expression, has often
mentioned, as a proof of the extraordinary beauty
of nature—and the truth is a striking one—that
he stopped for nearly on hour ono night, looking
at the moon shining through a broad rift in the
clouds. The place was of all others the most fa
vorable to stir the imagination, and mould its
working into words. He stood oti - the summit of
a huge rock called the Tunnel, onthe beautiful
road leading from Killarney to Konmare—the
hike below was without a wave, and the universal
stillness uninterrupted, nave by the welcome mel.
ody of a distant bugle starting the echoes of the
Eagle's Nest. Before him the magnificent range
of the Reeks was covered with a mass of dark va.
por, whose blackness was, however, beautifully
relieved by the delicate chasing of silver around its
edges. Suddenly the thick ' darkness gave way,
and the full moon burst out in se flood of glory,
realising Hornet's nobly description of •an Asiatic
night :
'As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night,
O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ereasts the solemn 1110C11e--.
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
And startunnumbered gild the glowing pole ;
O'er the'dark trees a yellower verdure shed,
And lip with silver every mountain-head.'
This was a sufficiently inspiring sight, and be on.
detivored to frame, with the objects before him, a
description such as would convey a correct matter.
of-fact notion of the scene, but was obliged to aban.
don the attempt in dsspair.
How A MAN' TELLS 'WHIN ABOUT TO OLT
31.tartign.—It is said to bo a serious thing for a
girl to leave mamma,• and entrust herself to the
keeping• of tho man of her heart. No doubt it is
so, but we promise to show that even the sterner
sex cannot surrender up their singleness without
misgivings and trepidation.
In the first place, then, the victim of matrimony
feels that be must surrender up the companions
with whom he hoe so long held close communion
—his evenings, instead of being spent at the club
or the engine house, must be devoted to a charm.
ing young creature, whose guiltless heart must
find very different entertainment from that to
which he has been accustomed, But this is not
all. Ho knows that after he has became hound in
the silken cord of matrimony, he is no longer_ a
welcome visitant in those circles, wherembile free,
wreathing smiles and glowing eyes strove to wreath
a net for his feet.
lie knows that while a 'bachelor is welcome
wherever ho goes,' a married man is regarded as
ono .dead---and crossed off the boaks, no longer
'available' twill° fair. In addition to all these. un.
happy circumstances,. ho has become the head of
a family. Then
'Throng the busy shapes lutolis mind,'
of silks and calicoes, doctors' bills, and duns of
debt that he never reaped the benefit of. Like the
horse in the mid, he has tasks to_perforha for oth
ers. He is no longer free to embrace poveUy or
wealth. No wonder that the young bachelor looks
sad, when the time of hia.embralmont approaches.
No wcnder that, with au ungel at his side, he
looks woefid
BY ROBEitT•WHITE. MIDDLETON
'The Miming is from a London edition of a
Proverbial Philosophy, a book of thought and ar•
gument, by M. F. Tupper, Esq., M. A., a work of
singular merit.--( U.. 3, Gaz.
LONE.
There is a fragrant blossom that makoth glad the
garden of the heart.
. .
Its root lieth deep: it is a dollcaie, yet lasting ea
the lilac crocus of autumn ;
Loveljpess and thought are the dewa that water
it morn and even ;
Memory and Absence cherish it, as the balmy
breathings of the south: • • - '
Its sun is the brightness of afrectinn ; and it
bloometh in the borders of hope.
Its companions are gentle flowers, and the briiir
withered by its aide.
I saw it budding in beauty ; I felt tho magic of
its smile;
The violet rejoiced beneath it; the rose stooped
clown and kissed it.
And I thought soma cherub had planted there
a truant flower of Ednn. •
•
As a bird bringeth forth seeds that they' may
flourish in a kindly soil;
I eaw, and asked not its name, 'Anew no lan-
guage was au wealthy,
Though every heart of every clime fintletit its
echo within.
' kW yet what
. 01011 say I Is a sordid man ea
pablo of—Lcib
Or he that seeketh strange women, can he fee
its purity 1
Longing for another's happiness, yet often des
troying its own :
Chaste, and looking up to Ciod,. as the fountitin
of tenderness•and joy ;
Quiet, yet flowing deep, as the Rhine among
Lasting, and knowing not change—it walketh
with truth 'and sincerity.
If the love of the heurt it :Alighted, it buddith
not again ;
If that pleasant song is forgotten, it is to be
learnt nn more;
Yet often will thought look back, and weep over
early affection ;
And the dim notes of the pleasant song will'be
heard as a reproachful spirit,
Moaning in "Bolian strains over the desert of
the heart,
Where the hot siroccos of the world hey. with
ered its beak.
RULING PASS/ON STRONG IN DEATI
As an instance of the ruling passion, strong in
death, it is • related of Chesterfield.that, being on
his deathhed and visited by his physician, Day
miles, the last words ho uttered, upon seeing that
gentleman enter his chamber, were to his servant
thin—“ Give Day'rolles a chair !V, • Mai apropc
to this ('speaking of guns I') we remember the
dying remark of a famous punster in Boston by
the name of Siqourney. As Sigourney was ex
piring in the presence of his doctor, a servant en
tered arid c dled the phisician out, saying in a low
voice, 'ail. man' has fallen down the well !" But
•thgourney overheard the appalling ii.formationi
and painfully lifting up his bead, inquired with a
scarce audible whisper 7 —"l say, Doctor—did' ho
kick the bucket '
A n
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4101 NO TO CIICOOII.-13urgot,
the German poet, satirizes the sleepers at' ehereli
in an epigram which we have not seen trenslated:
Here ie version ofit
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'“All the night long I have not'slepla wink,
On Sunday morning said a hinguicl fair;
'Ti. hard—but I will creep to church, I think,
And possibly may doge a little there."
TAL nser.snsTtois.
"My charmer I would die for thee,
If thou would'at only live for me!"
'Alt ! do !" replied the dark-eyed elf,
"I never liked to die myself."
A usslrrtruz. Trsotiotyr.—Ono of our brother
editors very -visely says, that if beauty be vroman'a
weapon, it must be feathered by the Graces, point.
ed by the eye of Discretion'and shot by the hand
of Virtue. '
Etoctxxisca ow womair.—Addison had a very
exalted opinion of the eloquence of women. Ile
says—Mere women admitted to plead in courts
of judicature, I am persuaded they would carry the
eloquence of the bar to greeter heights then it has
yet arrived at. If any one doubts this, let him be
present at those debates which frequently arise
among the ladies of the British fishery."
PORITIVEITIMS.—Sterne nays, positiveness is e
!nod absurd foible; for if in the right, it lessens
our victory ; if in the wrong, it adds ahemo to our
defeat.
A pavnisivr strivarrr.—The following singular
circumstance is said to have lately occurred at Da.
den. A young Austrian count having had uncom.
mon good luck at roulette, brought home and
carefully locked up thirty thousand forms, (ahout
siztj-five thousand francs.) When he rose in
the morning, not only his gold was gone, but, to
his astonishment, his old faithful servant, Fritz,
was missing also. In about a week's time, to his
surprise, Fritz made his appearance. "And where
do you come from'!" said the count.—" From Vi
enna." "What have you been there kir, end
what's become of my money 1" "Why, sir, I
thought you would play again, and loose your
money ; so I took it home, and here's your fath
er's receipt for it."
A TUU) OENTIAM•II.--“Massah Dash," says
eutree, ""ho be one real gemman : he gib me half
a dollar for brush his boots, three quarter dollar to
hold his ho.ss, and whole dollar for Celli& hiM
gem man; and he be real gernman and no mistake."
•
DINTEUEINT NODES OP PIIITISIIICEPIT.-11l the
French' navy, they punish refractory
. aailota by
dapping' their claret. The English and Ameri
can officers, on the contrary, punish by drawing
fhe claret from their sailors. ;.
. BBAUTTIPCIL CompAnisotro=-An eastern editor
in describing a country dance, says ;-,—“The gor
geous strings of glass beads now glisten on the
heaving bosoms of the village belles, like polished
allies resting on the delicate outface of--sperm
errfe fit/ Mrfirifr:C .!"
CWIIIOLL: NO: 452.
BEAU rIFUL COMPARISON.—Ovid finely corn
pares a broken fortune to a falling column ; the
lower it sinks, the greater weight it is obliged to
sustain. Thus, when a man's circumstance. are
such, that ho had no occasion to borroW, he finds
numbers willing to lend him; but ohoUld his wants
bo such that he sues for a trifle, it is two to one
wliether ho may be trusted with the sinallest sum.
roger ♦T3cosrucna,-".4moking in Holland,"
says the Boston Post, “is so com Mon, ; that, when
a party meet in a room and any ono present is
wanted, the waiter goes round with a pair of bel
lowsand blows the smoke from before each face,
that ho may diatingtvith the individual called tor."
Snowr AND swear.—A correspondent in Tex.
is writes as follows "You wiahto know all the
news. All I Can telt is this--Lamar is to be Pres.
°dent, and I am married."
.Dl/11CIIINT W %WINO 'Ttli IRANI TOMO.
—l'.roy, excise inc;" said a welt-dressed .young
niah to All you'lg lady in the second ties of Ivrea at
the theatre, nr wish to go up stairs and get some
refteshinont—don't leave your seat.". A sailor
seated in the box near his sweetheart, and disposi !
cd to do the same thing, rose- and said, 4.Harkee,
Moll, I'm going aloft to wet my whistle, don't fall
overboard while I am gone."
A NSW WIT TO Q.IIIMOSI TIMIST.-41 a cattail'
•village lived.' very honest farmer, who, having la
number of men hoeing in a field, went to see how
his work went on. Finding one of them sitting
still, he reproved him for idleness. The man an
swered, "t thirst for the apirif."---oGrog, you
mean, I suppose," said the farmer; •but if the Bi
ble teaches you to thirst after the spirit, it says,
also, 'hoe. , every one that thirsteth!' "
• The Hopkinsville Gazette says, that a
splendid scheme of swindling is now in oper
ation at a little plate called Feliciano, in
this State, West of the Tennessee river. A
large quantity of notes have been struck,
purporting to be bank notes on the' South
Western Real Estate. Bank of Kentucky,
signed,F. Cayce,• pree't N. Moss, Cash'r.
Agents are said to-be bustly engaged in all
directions, putting them , in circulation• upon
the, beet terms they cane -Louis. Jour.
At a late meeting of the Synod of Ohio.
the Presbyteries of Athens and Maritreece
ded Isom the Synod: , These Presbyteries
belong to the new s'chool. The Presbyteries
of Wooster, Columbus, Lancaster and Rich
land adhere to the old school.
Te Goon To es LOST.—During the choice
of representatives in Roxbury on Wednes
day, the lamp lighter of the town was obset
ved to be actively engaged in aiding the
election of A. Hi Everett. As he was known
to be a staunch .W big; hie' proceedings oc
casioned no little surprise. But on his friends
inquiring the cause of this extraordinary
conduct, he explained it in a very satisfac
tory mariner. "Gentlemen," said he, "I
know what 1 am about. Everett
is se anxious for an office. that nothing is too
low for him,and if I don't stieceect in getting
him in as representativo,'4 will: next be
trying to get my office of town'lairip-lighter
away from me; and so 1 am helping him
now all 1 can in self.defence."[Bost. Atlas.
The last case of absence 'of mind, Is that
of the Loco Feces of New York. Think
ing that they were rowing the Whigs up
Salt river, they woke up and found that the
Whigs had landed them at the source of that
celebrated stream.
But the very latest case, is that ofa
Foco paper in Boston that actually belieige:
his party has achieved a great victory in
Massachusetts!
THE WHH; SHOWER!—The New York
Evening Post, (Loco Foco) thus announced
to its partizan readers the overwhelming de
feat of the Administration:
''ls that shower over yeti" said Charles
to a friend,whom he had tell six months
before at Killarney, under the rainy sky of
Ireland. . 4.1 s that shower °liar yetr say
we to ourseliia, as wo untold one after an
other the journals from the country, and the
letters of our correspondents, announcing
majorities for tho Whig ticket in the interior
counties. No,
the shower is not over yet;
it rains cats and dogs in the western coca.
ties of the State, and Seward is Governor
by a majority of ten thousand."
"THE CASE 18 WITH Tilli Junr."—The
Globe speaks of Gen. Jackson's "noble lib.
eralityP General Jackson will. die some
of these days, and we cannot say then what
we think of him, because the newspaperp
will ull talk about “deraortuis," 4'c. W hilo
we have the chance, then, we may as well
contrast our opinion with that of the Globe;
which is, that a mcsner and more contract
ed political tyrant than Gen. Jackson never
Used. Let the unprejudiced and impartial
historian fifty years hence say which °ping.
ion is correct.— Alex. Gazette. •
RAISING THE WIND.—The jiotes of the
Planters Bafik of Missicsippi, guaranteed
by the IT: S. Bank of Pennsylvania, payable
in 1840, '4l, and '42, and drawing interest
at the rate of 'seven per cent, were yester
day offered in Well street atpar to the
amount of a million and a half of dollars,
and we understand some of them were sold,
buyers selecting those having the longest
period to run.
The Whigs,att i their lateeelebratioa here,
raised their flag to the summit of n tall and
'beautiful oak, which theycalled the tree of
liberty. In the coureeof the following night
all the bark wee stripped °lithe tree and its
branches chopped off by the bees.
What mean the locn.fixo curs by berls.
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