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and excite desire. Poor man-he did not see the in his boat, who appeared to be fishing at different end of it!
stations, for Barbel. After a few salutations had “ He had gone to Chantilly, to prepare a fête. been passed between us, and we had become a litThe king arrived; the supper was served. By the acquainted, I took occasion to inquire what die some mistake two tables were without roasts. My version he had met.with. honor is ruined, said he. Fortunately the table of “ 'Sir,' said he, 'I have had bad luck to-day, for the king was served. This restored courage to I fish for Barbel, which, you know, are not to be poor Vatel. Still for twelve nights he did not caught like gudgeons.' sleep. He told his friend Gourville and Gourville “• It is very true,' answered I, . but what you told the Prince. The Prince came to console want in tale I suppose you make up in weight.' Vatel ; ‘nothing could be finer,' said his highness. “Why Sir,' said he,' that is just what happens ;
Monseigneur,' replied Vatel, your goodness it is true I like the sport, and love to catch fish, 'e overpowers me; but I know very well, that two but my great delight is going after them. I am a a of the tables were without roasts.'
man in years, and have used the sea all my life, i "A royal breakfast was to be served towards the (he had been an India captain,) but I mean lo close of the fète. Vatel was all anxiety. He had no more. I have bought that house which you see ordered the choicest dishes of the kingdom. there, (pointing to it,) for the sake of fishing. I
“The morning came and Vatel was up at four. get into my boat on Monday morning and fish on All were asleep; no one was stirring, except one till Saturday night for Barbel, as I told you, for fish-dealer, who brought two small parcels of Marée. that is my delight; and this I have done for a " Is this all,' said Vatel.
month together, and in all that time, I have had “Yes sir,' said the man ;- not knowing that or- but one bite.'” A victim of misplaced confidence ders had been sent to every port along the coast. indeed!
“Vatel sought his friend. 'Gourville,' said he, Before we quit this subject, as regards either . mon ami, I shall never survive this.'
sport generally, or barbelism particularly, let us "• Povh,' said Gourville.
just look at the remarks of Sir John, opon the at“Vatel went to his chamber, and placing his sword tested Calendar, sent to the Catcher to Mr. Baragainst the door, pushed it through his body, and tholomew Lome, in Drury Lane, February 24th, fell upon the floor.
1766, in which he distinctly registers the fact, that "La Marée arrives. They search for Vatel ; they “ from the year 1753, to the year 1763, being the go to his chamber; they knock—there is no an. result of ten years, one month and five days ang: swer; they break open the door. They find him ling, he had given to the public,'i. e. canght, forbathed in blood, and stone dead.
ty-seven thousand, one hundred and twenty fish." “ • Pauvre Vatel !' said the Prince.”
Whereupon, Sir John-and we give it as a setPauvre Vatel say we—he died a martyr to the off to the patient endurance of the maritime barbel. cause of fish. What devotedness !
fisher at Shepperton-says, “If I had had the honor “ Think of them, eat of them, then if you can.”
of an acquaintance with this keen and laborious
sportsman, I might possibly, at limes, have checkSir John Hawkins in his comments upon Wal- ed him in the ardor of his pursuit, by requinding ton, says, “Fishing for Barbel is at best but a dull him of that excellent maxim, ' ne quid nimis, – recreation-they are a sullen fish, and bile but nothing too much. The pleasure of angling consluwly. The angler drops in his bait-the bullet sists not so much in the number of fish we calch, at the bottom of the line fixes it to one spot of the as in the exercise of our art, the gratification of river. Tired with waiting for a bite, he generally our hopes, and the reward of our skill and ingelays down his rod, and exercising the patience of nuity. Were it possible for an angler to be sure a setting dog, waits till he sees the top of his rod of every cast of his fly, so that for six hours his move ; then begins a struggle between himn and the hook should never come home without a fish on it, fish, which he calls his sport and that being over, angling would be no more a recreation than the he lands his prize, fresh baits his hook, and lays sawing of stone or the pumping of water." This it in for another.”
is perfectly true-the excitement depends upon As dull as Sir John seems to make out this, the uncertainty. One word more as to Barbel :-which we do call sport, the anecdote he gives im- In the Quarterly Review, No. 133, under the head mediately after the above passage, exhibits the of " Angling," we are introduced to a certaia feelings of an inveterate angler in a somewhat Dame Juliana, (a sister, it is supposed, to Richard striking point of view.
Lord Berners, of Essex,) who becaine Privress of “Living,” says he,“ some years ago in a village, Sopewell in the year 1460. on the banks of the Thames, I was used in the “The barbyll is a sweete fysshe; but it is a summer months to be much on the river. It chan- quasy meete, and a perylous for mannys body. For
, ced that at Shepperton, where I had been for a comynly, he giveth an introdusion to the febres : few days, I frequently passed an elderly gentleman'and yf he be eaten rawe-hear it noi Comus-he
may be cause of manoys dethe wyche hath oft be the wonders of nature with learned admiration, or seen."
find some harmless sport to content him, and pass The reviewer goes on to say, “That the raw Bar- away the time without offence to God or man." bel ought to cause the death of any civilized, unfeathered two legged animal, all cooks will allow ;
" Away then, away, that such an event should have been frequent, cao
We lose sport by delay,
But first leave our sorrows behind us; only be accounted for by the delightful state of un
If Miss Fortune should come, sophisticated nature, which prevailed in the fif- We are all gone from home, teenth century."
And a fishing she never can find us." Here is a stray fancy from the worthy Cotton :
One of the best piscatory puns on record, was "The angler is free
perpetrated by Finn the actor. Playing with a From the cares that Degree,
well-known and popular actress by the name of Finds itself with so often tormented;
Herring, a scene occurs in which he asks her
hand;-adding at the same time that "nothing wa 'Tis a slaughter needs ne'er be repented."
more natural than a fin to be attached to a herring."
The God fish is a native of China, where they This is a joyous, free, and in the main, a faith- go by the name of Kin Yo, and are highly esteemful picture of that amusement which over-wise ed. The most beautiful kinds are taken in a lake people are apt to underrate and contemn.
Some at the foot of a mountain, called Tsyen King. one toochingly says, “there is a calm repose min- They were first introduced into England about the gled with constant interest in the sport, most sooth- year 1691, but were not generally known till 30 ing and most delightful 10 those who, worried with years afterward. The training of these scaly besiness, hurried by engagements, are doomed to celestials is perfectly astonishing. When kept in the noise and bustle of great cities, and the sense- pools they are taught to rise on the surface of the less din of what is called society. The quietude
water by a sound of a bell, to be fed. of the beautiful stream-the freshness of the air
The paper and pearl Nautilus, are among the the fragrance of the flowers-the music of the most curious and interesting of the shell fish. The birds, form a combination invaluable to him whose Argonaut is six or eight inches in length, and but head is over-worked, and whose heart is not at little thicker or stronger than paper-it is found in ease. It yields a balm, which those alone who the Mediterranean sea and the Indian ocean. This have tasted it, can appreciate."
is the famous Nautilus of the ancients, to whom Some speculation has been expended upon the it is supposed to have furnished the idea of naviinquiry, why a fish which lives in a salt element gation, as the poet singsshould be fresh? The good Isaac Walton would pronounce this mere carping, and very properly.
“ Learn of the little Nautilus to sail, Such theorists should be taken cum grano salis for
Spread the thin oar, and catch the rising gale." the salt of their wit is any thing but Auic. The * complete angler” would answer him in one of his When it means to sail, it discharges a quantity of melodious snatches thus:
water from its shell, by which it is rendered lighter
than the surrounding fluid, and of course rises to "I care not, I, to fish in seas,
the surface. Here it extends upwards two of its Fresh rivers best my mind to please ;
arms, each of which is furnished at the extremity
other six arms hang over the sides of the shell and And for my past offences weep:”—
supply the use of oars and a rudder.
content with the “small fry" of his own happy
“ Two feet they upward rise and steady keep;
These are the masts and rigging of the ship, England, whose fresh waters furnish an abundant
A membrane stretched between supplies the sail, and harmless pastime; where the angler in cheer
Bends from the mast, and swells before the gale. ful solitude fears not the coiled snake or the lurking The other feet hang paddling on each side crocodile. But let him speak :—"To some friend- And serve for oars to row and helm to guide. ly cottage we can stroll with our day's spoils, "Tis thus they sail pleased with the wanton game
The fish, the sailor, and the ship the same, where the landlady is good, and the daughter in
And when the swimmers dread some danger near, nocent and beautiful ; where the room is cleanly,
The sportive pleasure yields to stronger fear; with lavender in the sheets, and twenty ballads The rolling waves, their sinking shells o'erflow stock about the wall! Where we can enjoy the And dash them down again to sands below." company of a talkative brother sportsman, have his trouls dressed for supper, tell tales, sing old
In some places when the sea is calm, great numlunes, or make a catch! There he can talk about' bers may be seen diverting themselves by sailing about in this manner; but as soon as the storm of the fate of the “ President," how should we rises, or any thing gives them disturbance, they re- bless bis utterance ! How many hearts woold tract their arms, take in as much water as renders thrill to know the worst ! Of these and many more, them heavier than that in which they swim, and sucked down thy mighty maw amidst roaring winds sink to the bottom. The striking characteristic of fanned for destruction from the gentlest breeze that the Pearl Nautilus, is the extraordinary structure ever wooed from out thy hollow caves ; that how!of the internal part, which is formed into thinly or ing spirit set up in strife with the waves, over whose parıly separate chambers, each communicating with hissing tops despair's long shriek is rung in the ear the rest, by a small tubular hole near the centre. of death and silenced by the Almighty's judgment.
How vividly the spirit of old times comes back of others, too, whose history is forever locked in upon 11s, when we recall the reminiscences of our thy azure world, they are witnesses. He who fishing days; with a hoop-pole for a rod and a felt the blessed breath of home on his lips, (home crooked pin for a hook, we sallied forth. How which he never saw again,) and with swelling heart cautiously we peeped over the bank and watched strained his weary eyes for the first sight of land, with intense anxiety for a sight of the monster has gone down a ghastly dweller in thy sunless minnows that were to give us a bite. Good gra- realm. Erect and tall with eyes turned up towards cious! what a twitch we gave when he nibbled. the sky, the form life could not bury, thy parted The hoop-pole parted in the middle and while one-waters has given up again, to teach man his feeblehalf went floating down the current, fish, line and ness and death its might. Wherever roll thy restall, we went sprawling on our back, flourishing our less waves plunging in Norland seas, “ drifting in legs in the air with the other. With manhood the bright Azores," sweeping round Southern isles came a more rational mode of “enlisting in the or climbing the giant remnants of a runic world; thoa line," and there are places to which we can now art still the same vast emblem of the human heart, in repair, that have become pictures in memory's gal- whose swift currents glide storms that shake the Unilery. Away from the homes of men we strolled, verse. “Boundless, endless and sublime," the upper prompted by a desire to be alone with Nature in deep lights with its mysterious fires thy world at night her sternest and serenest moods,--fishing afforded and both are mirrors in each other's face. When the an excuse for this. One favori:e haunt was a moun- world was deluged, the sky let down its food to tain, whose summit holds sparkling up a silver lake, swell thy wrath, and both became the workers of set in a frame work of summer's green and au- God's awful vengeance. As one ceased, the other tumn's gold, the brightest mirror in which the sky fled back, and a pure and perfect world " in the above ever reflected the changes of its smiles or smile of God awoke.” frowns. A birch canoe drifts upon its bosom, the It is generally asserted and believed, that in every willing companion of the winds, that floating by portion of the animal world, the lowest tribes are just dimpled its crystal surface, and then go wailing inhabitants of water. To exist on the land redown the sunless glen in many a mournful syllable, quires a more perfect organization, a greater intelrepeating the last low dirges of the dying year. ligence, a more considerable share of strength and Our old friend, the swallow, which we have watched activity. This is the case with the finny tribes. for hours together, has dipped his rapid wing there Inhabitants of a dense element, easily supported in unmolested, and while his shadow crept along thy any altitude, but feeble limbs are required to guide bosom like a living thing, he has dropped down as their path along the deep. It is also supposed that if to kiss it in the flood and then away again into their sense is imperfect-the sense of touch canthe bosom of the sky : but he has had his rollicking not be perfect in an animal clad in an armor of all to himself; this season we have sown our seeds scales. Can taste exist? If so, how blunted is of care and thought in other places. When will an animal feeding as they do. Floating in an elethe harvest come? Amid such scenes as these the ment often dense and muddy, through which the soul has often drunk from the selectest fountains of light can scarcely dart a single ray, the power of peace and the heart been taught other lessons than sight is of necessity feeble. Dwellers in the realnes those which prompt us to destroy life in any shape of eternal silerce; entombed in the unfathomable or form,—there the silvery perch and iimid trout depths of the ocean where no sound can penehave wasted all their wariness ; our tackle has trate—the voice of the storm find no echo, the never profaned their pure and placid world, sense of hearing is but little needed. Yet they
live, they enjoy life and suffer pain; they scull them“ Taught by that Power that pities me,
selves along the stream, in vast migratory tribes, I learn to pity them."
from the bottom of the Arctic ocean, they bold on
their way along the coasts of British Islands, Nore There are many mysteries buried in “thy sound way, Denmark, Sweden, until they gather in s ing halls, thou lord of Ocean” worth a fish's curiosity mighıy convention on the coast of our virgin world. to unravel. Could any one of the finny dwellers in Electrical fishes present the most remarkable phehis watery home speak with “miraculous organ”' nomenon, which nature in her wonderful divisiona
and harmonies has observed. The largest and enduring the deep, Nature seems to have assisted most powerful of these live within the torrid zone. him in a very extraordinary manner, for the spaces The Mediterranean contains four species of elec- between his fingers and toes were webbed, as in a trical torpedoes, but the shocks which they com- goose ; and his chest became so very capacious, municate cannot be compared in violence to those that he could take in at one inspiration as much of the Gymnoti, which inhabit the rivers and stag- breath as would endure a whole day. nant pools of South America. It is related that “An account of so extraordinary a person did not some years ago it became necessary to change the fail to reach the King himself; who, actuated by direction of a road from Urituca, in consequence of the general curiosity, ordered that Nicholas should the mules of burden lost in fording a river in which be brought before him. It was no easy matter to large quantities of these creatures were found. find him, for his time was mostly spent in the boThe temperature of the water in which they ha- som of the deep, but at last, after much searching, bitually live, is from 78° to 80°; their electric force he was found. The King ordered a golden cup to is said to diminish in proportion to the decrease in be thrown into the gulf of Charybdis; conceiving the heat of the water. The Torpedo is regarded it would be a proper opportunity to test his powers. as an animal formidable and dangerous, but the the diver, though not insensible to the danger of manner of its operating is to this hour a mystery. the whirlpool, remonstrated at first, but actuated To all appearance, it is furnished with no powers; with the hopes of the reward and a desire to please it has no muscles formed for particular exertions, the King, jumped into the gulf and was swallowed that perceptibly differ from the rest of its kind ; up. He continued three quarters of an hour beyet such is the unaccountable power it possesses, low and at last appeared holding the cup in one that the instant it is touched, it benumbs not only hand and buffetting the waves with the other. When the hand and arm, but the whole body. Handling requested to give an account of his voyage, he deit, says Kempfer, is accompanied with an univer- scribed the dangers as far greater than he anticipasel tremor, a sickness of the stomach, and a total ted. The water bursting up from the gulf made it suspension of the facolties of the mind.
dreadful even for the fishes. The abruptness of Goldsmith, in his “ Animated Nature,” in speak- the rocks on every side threatened destruction, and ing of divers who have explored the depths of the the force of the whirlpool dashing against those ocean, relates the following wonderful circumstan- rocks made it appalling. The account, however,
“Of all those divers,” he says, “ who have did not satisfy the King; he was induced to repeat brought us information from the bottom of the deep, his voyage, to make farther discoveries, and was the famous Nicola Pesce, whose performances are never seen more." told us by Kircher, is the most celebrated.” Kirch- How much there is in the “ vasty deep" yet to er's account purports to have been taken from the be explored and set forth ; of the manners, customs, archives of the Kings of Sicily. True or false, habits, affinities of the mighty family, of which we is may serve to lighten the mind and amuse the at present know nothing, except their mere classireader. " In the times of Frederick, King of Si- fication. An Audubon of Icthyology may yet apeily, there lived a celebrated diver, whose name was pear, in whose suggestion and illustration we may Nicholas, and who for his amazing skill in swim- recognize the same presiding power manifested in ming, and his perseverance under water, was sur- the great artist's work on the choired minstrels of nained the Fish. This man had, from his infancy, the air. The beauty and harmony of the wonders been used to the sea ; and earned his scanty sub- of the deep, are clothed in hues and forms which sistence by diving for corals and oysters, which he the human imagination can scarcely grasp, and it sold to the villagers on shore. His long acquaint- is not unnatural to presume that some poet of the ance with the sea, brought it to be at last al- seas may yet solemnize and adorn her multiplied most his natural element. He frequently was perfections. Nature, or the God of Nature, is forknown to spend five days in the midst of the waves, ever unfolding her simple round of action and mainwithout any food, but the fish which he caught there taining her relative importance in every link; the and ate raw.
He often swam over from Sicily to congruity of every part flows from the harmony of Calabria, a tempestuous and dangerous passage, the whole. Diffused through every organ of the livcarrying letters from the King. Some mariners out ing fabric of life and nature, an informing soul as at sea, one day observed something at some dis- the chief elementary principle runs, guiding us tance from land, which proved to be Nicholas; he through the varied degrees of endless inquiry from showed them a packet of letters which he was car- earth to heaven, from sea to sky, from dust to rying to one of the towns of Italy, exactly done Deity. up in a leather bag. They took him into their abip, and he kept them con,pany some time on their Penitus prorsum latet haec natura, subestque : voyage, conversing and asking questions; and after Nec magis hac infra quid quam est in corpore nostro ; eating a hearty meal, jumped into the sea and pur. Atque anima est animal proporro totius ipsa. sued his voyage. In order to aid these powers of
AND SOME STRANGE PHENOMENA OF
constitution to the surgeon who took delight in the
deformities and bodily sufferings of his patients : SONNET.-VIRGINIA.
who could gloat over the wounds and mangled Thee, thee alone in every thing I seek.
limbs of those who required his art, because the Each pure, bright dew-drop, star and cloud and flower, study of such sad misfortunes was essential to the Symbol thy grace, glow with thy beauty's power;
knowledge and practice of his profession? Shall
we, then, take delight in brooding over the mental The rose is but the bloom upon thy cheek;
and moral maladies of others ? Surely not : To Pale violets, thy dreamy eyelids meek,
meditate upon the frailties of man-to unwind the When lender melancholy rules the hour.
labyrinthine mazes of self-deception with which be And sunbeams feign thy bright hair's golden shower, While lilies only of thy brow can speak.
beguiles himself into the commission of crime—to
trace the growth of intellectual depravity from the The sky is but the heaven of thine eyes,
first feeble germination of the seeds of evil till And when the stars in silent glory rise,
they have sprung up into poisonous and deadly Each more resplendent orb is ofttimes fraught
maturity-these are no sources of gratification to With thy dear mem'ry, or with hopeful thought
the taste, which has not yet been atterly perverted of the fair future! But what shall fitly show The beauties rare that in thy spirit glow.
by habitually feeding on garbage. We cannot wan
der through the charnel house without being chilled
C. C. L. by its noxious vapors and oppressed by the stifling Virginia, 1848.
odors of death—por look upon the festering plaguespots and loathsome diseases of the lazaretto without sickening at the repulsive sight. But a still deeper horror awaits the heart rightly trained and the mind conscious of the tremendous responsibili
ties entailed upon the exercise of the intellectual BULWER, BULWER'S LUCRETIA,
faculties, when we are compelled to scrutinize and probe the sores, and ulcers of mental or moral corruption. Shall we seek enjoyment in the at
mosphere tainted by the breath of the pestilence, Suave mari magno, turbantibus æquora ventis,
or look for bliss amid the heaps of the dead and E terra magnum alterius spectare laborem;
the dying? If our nature revolts at soch things, Non quia vexari quemquam est jocunda voluptas, can we anticipate gratification from poring ofer Sed, quibus ipse malis careas, quia cernere suave est. moral diseases ? It is with no feeling of elation that Suave etjam belli certamina magna tueri
we are about to enter upon such a task, and occupy Per campos instructa, tua sine parte pericli: Sel nil dulcius est,
ourselves for a while with pointing out new forms bene
quam Edita doctrina sapientum, templa serena;
of moral contagion. With repugnance we underDespicere unde queas alios, passimq videre take to expose the dangerous tendency of Bulwer's Errare, atque viam palanteis quærere vitæ ;
Lucretia, and unravel the tangled web of infamy Certare ingenio, contendere nobilitate,
which its author has woven. It is too late to alNocteis atque dies niti præstante labore Ad summas emergere opes, rerumque potiri.
tempt a methodical review of the novel, but it is
not too late to unveil the perpicious influences Such, in the lofty poetry of Lucretius, was the which may be anticipated from this and similar language of that selfish and blighting philosophy, works. It is necessary to do so, even at this day, of which he was the most profound and eloquent for no one has yet spoken out fully, boldly, and interpreler. But to those whose views of human freely, in deprecation of this new assault opon the life and human destiny are built upon broader and fundamental principles of virtue. We do not denobler foundations, no spectacle can be fraught with sign a formal review of the work, but we are dedeeper melancholy than the contemplation of the termined to record our feeble protest against the dangers, the follies, and the vices of men. It is a Protean forms of literary demoralization with which gloomy picture, which it may be our duty carefully the world is now threatened. The Literature of to study; but the precious instruction thus derived an age should endeavor to remove the prejudices cannot teach us to regard human aberrations with and purify the feelings of the people to whom it is any feeling of pleasure. Such selfish and pre- addressed :-wretched, indeed, is the condition of sumptuous complacency always indicates corrup- the time, when that, which should be the safetion within : it is only Mephistophiles who can jest guard, becomes the channel of pollution. "If the and jeer over the weaknesses and iniquities of salt have lost its savor, wherewithal shall it be mankind. Could we attribute a healthy, moral salted ?"--if the water of purification become putrid
by what means shall the uncleanness be washed * Lucretia, or the Children of Night. By Sir E. Bul-away? Some resistance must be offered to the torwer Lytlon. New York, 1847.
rent of corruption which is sweeping over our lite