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tained in this work, representing the been investigated, it was discovered, that at the union of small parts of the skin, after composture to which the patient was confined same moment in which rede no ser grow.cold; the la: plete separation and in circumstances not for twelve days, is given by Mr Carpue, bourer at Bologna expired Persons

still living at the most favourable. And there are severand “will assist the reader,” as he well ob Brussels were eye-witnesses of this transaction

If any one is willing to grant that the reunion of divided parts, in modern times,

al well attested instances of the successful serves, “in appreciating the patience of those who submitted to the Italian method.” nose was actually extracted from the arm After the death of Taliacotius, which hap- of a labourer, and that the original owner one of which at least, is quite equal to the

It was publishpened in 1599, the operation was occa- died at Bologna of old age, we should think ed at Edinburgh in 1814, by Dr W. Balfour sionally practised by his disciple, John the analogy of grafts, as shown by the mod. and is thus quoted by our author. Baptist Cortesi , who tells us, “ that by the ern discoveries in vegetable physiology,

On the 10th day of June in the year 1814, two assistance of God, he had made such profi- very much in favour of Van Helmont's ac

men came into my shop about eleven o'clock, foreciency in the art, as to repair not a few count of the matter. noses, both in Sicily and other places."

Our author further remarks, that the doc- noon; one of whom, George Pedie, a house carBut it soon fell into disuse in Italy, in a trines of Taliacotius have been coupled hand, from which blood was dropping slowly. great measure perhaps for want of oppor- with certain accounts of the reunion of Upon uncovering the hand, I found one half of the tunities, nor does it appear to have been divided parts, which were current in the index (fore finger) wanting. I asked him what had practised at all beyond the confines of Italy, beginning of the seventeenth century, with become of the amputated part. He told me he even in the time of Taliacotius, except in the truth or falsehood of which, in reality, found where the accident happened. I immediate single instance at Lausanne, which is men- they had nothing to do.

ly despatched Thomas Robertson, the man that actioned by Hildanus. Some later writers

Á remarkable story of this kind is quot- companied the patient, to search for and bring the have treated the operation either as alto-ed by Mr Carpue, from Fioravanti's “Se piece. During his absence I examined the wound, gether fabulous, or, if practicable, too cruel crets of Surgery," and one still more extra- and found that it began near the upper end of the to be attempted. Mr Carpue considers the ordinary is related by M. Garengeot, a second phalanx on the thumb side, and terminated coldness of the climate north of Italy an French military surgeon of high reputation. amputated piece, as measured by the patient himobstacle to its success, and a cause of its

In the month of September, 1724, a soldier

of the self, was an inch and a half long on the thumb side, rejection. He states as a reason for the regiment of Conti

, coming out of l'Epée Royale, and an inch on the other. The wound was infici

from an inn in the corner of the street Deux-Ecus, ed in the cleanest manner, by one stroke of a hatchridicule, which has been directed against was attacked by one of his comrades, and in the et, and terminated in an acute point. In about the doctrines of Taliacotius, that they have struggle, had his nose bitten off, so as to remove al- five minutes, as nearly as I can guess, Robertson been usually confounded with those of the most all the cartilaginous part. His adversary, returned with the piece of finger, which was white Sympathetic Doctors, who flourished soon perceiving that he had a bit of tilesh in his mouth, and cold ; and I remarked to Dr Reid, who was after his time.

spat it out into the gutter, and endeavoured to crush present, that it looked like a bit of candle. WithWhether these reformers really under-it

, by trampling on it

. The soldier, who on his out the loss of a moment, I poured a stream of cold stood the theory of their own cures is un- and threw it into the shop of M. Galin, a brother the blood from the one, and any dirt

, which might

water on both wounded surfaces, to wash away certain. Probably like many charlatans practitioner of mine, while he ran after his adverbe adhering, from the other. I then applied, wità of the same period they imposed upon them- sary. During this time, M. Galin examined the as much accuracy as possible

, the wounded surfaselves, as well as their patients. Their nose, which had been thrown into his shop, and as ces to each other, expressing a confident expectapractice, as it regarded the wound itself

, The soldier returning to be dressed, M. Galin wash 12th (two days after), the patient, under the inguwas exactly that of the present day in ed his wound and face, which were covered with ence of the ridicule of his acquaintances for giving similar cases.

They brought its edges to- blood, with a little warm water, and then put the the least credit to my assurances, applied to anothgether and retained them steadily in that extremity of the nose into this liquor to heat it a

er practitioner. This gentleman represented the imposition by means of strips of some adhe- little. Having, in this manner, cleansed the propriety of any other person meddling with the case. sive plaster. They never removed the wound, M. Galin now put the nose into its natural But prepossessed with the belief that he carried

situation, and retained it there by means of an ag. about a piece of dead matter only, tied to the stump dressings till the wound was healed, which, glutinating plaster and bandage. Next day the of his finger, the man insisted on having the banas is now well known, bappens under such union appeared to have taken place;

and on the dages removed, which was done accordingly. Thus circumstances within a short period, a few fourth day, I myself dressed him, with M. Galin, and were nearly rendered abortive my attempts at the days, or when the wound is small

, a few hours. saw that the extremity of the nose was perfectly reunion of the parts, and the profession deprived But as this alone would have been a great united, and cicatrized.

of a fact, which, as demonstrating the wonderful. deal too simple either for the doctors or their Before the natural aptitude of divided powers of Nature to repair injuries, is inferior to patients, they carefully applied their bal- parts to unite was well understood, these none in the annals of the healing art. But, fortusams, styptics, or ointments to the axe or and similar stories were regarded as ridicu- nately, Nature had been too busy for even this

early interference to defeat her purpose. Adhesword which had inflicted the wound, with lous fictions. But experience has taughtsion had already taken place. *** I saw the pawhich they supposed it to bave a certain sym- modern physiologists, that such accounts tient on the 4th of July, when the reunion of the pathy, This doctrine of the sympathies are by no means so improbable. It is now parts was complete. The finger in fact is the and antipathies of different objects in na- well known that small parts, as lips and handsomest the man bas, and bas recovered both

heat and sensation. ture, they carried to an absurd length, ears, which have been so nearly divided and their writings abound with marvellous from the trunk as to remain hanging only These circumstances are attested by affifables in support of it. There is a story, by a small slip, will frequently unite again, davits of Pedie, Robertson, and Dr Reid. which may illustrate this notion, in Van if replaced and retained in exact contact, When, in addition to this relation, we Helmont, whose works, with those of Robert for a few days. It has also been satisfac- consider that the accident mentioned by Fludd, and not those of Taliacotius, are re- torily shown that certain parts of brute Fioravanti, happened in the warm and dry ferred to in the satirical lines which have animals will unite with the same, or even climate of Africa, in which wounds of all been probably suggested to most of our other animals. Thus the spur of a cock kinds heal with a rapidity altogether astonreaders by the title of this article. The can be made to grow on his comb, or upon ishing to a surgeon accustomed to the gradstory from Van Helmont is as follows: the leg of a hen. Mr John Hunter suc- val processes of Nature in more northern

ceeded in making a human tooth unite regions, we shall be inclined to regard bis A gentleman of Brussels, who had lost his nose with the comb of a cock. Some physiolo- account as very well worthy of credit. In in battle, repaired to Tagliacozzo, a surgeon of Bologna, to have his nose restored; and as he dread- gists have still doubted, however, whether the mean time, we recommend to our readed to have the incision made in his own arm, a a part of the human body can be restored ers, in case of any accidental amputation laboaring man was found, who, for a remuneration, after it has been entirely separated; but of small parts of the body, to preserve the

About thirteen months after his return to Brussels, the plantation of teeth be set aside, as not cannot possibly do any harm, and if suc;

we think unreasonably, even if the trans- divided part, since the attempt to unite it a few days dropped off in a state of putrefaction being a sufficient proof of a real vas- cessful will prevent a more tedious and The cause of this unexpected occurrence having cular union. We have witnessed the re- painful process.

We come next to the consideration of improvements in surgery which have result-| fifteen minutes. It was painful during that the physiological principles, upon which the ed from it, it is unnecessary to say more time, but the patient seems never to hare success of the nasal operation depends. By than that since surgeons began to content suffered any thing of consequence, after a law common to all animated bodies, every themselves with being the servants and in- the dressings were applied, or during the injury done to them gives rise to certain terpreters of nature, their art has been progress of the cure. The reader will perprocesses, whose ultimate tendency is to re- continually and rapidly advancing. ceive that the new parts, after this propair damage, and compensate loss. These The application of these physiological cess, were expected to unite with the old processes are according to the nature of principles to the restoration of deficient by simple adhesion, while the wound in the the subject, or the injury done to it, either parts, will be seen in the account of Mr forehead, was of necessity left to be healed simple and effectual, or violent and tedious, Carpue's cases, from which we shall detain by the second intention. The dressings sometimes to a degree incompatible with the reader only by a remark on the endur- were not removed till the third day. The the continuance of life. They are in gen- ing nature of medical prejudices. Although result we shall give in our author's own eral more successful, in proportion as the two centuries have elapsed since the knowl- words. subject is lower in the scale of animation. edge of the doctrine of simple adhesion

On the third day I took off the dressings. It will Thus the vegetable kingdom is able to sup- was restored, and though it is one which be supposed, that I felt exceedingly anxious on this port much more severe injuries than the ani- we should imagine the experience of every occasion, for though I had every reason to expect mal. Its powers in this respect are exemplifi- child, who puts his wounded finger into his adhesion, it was possible that it had not taken place. ed in the curious experiment, in which a tree mouth, would be sufficient to teach him; yet satisfaction to hear the officer, before alluded to, is made to flourish, when entirely cut up the domestic use of irritating applications is exclaim, from the foot of the bed, “My G-d, there from its roots, by first inarching, or incor- still by no means unfrequent, and there are is a nose!" Adhesion, agreeably with my most porating its branches with two others, one few probably of our readers, who have not sanguine hopes, had taken place in every part ; and on each side of it. They are also matters known instances in which Riga balsam has the nose was of the same colour with the face. of every day experience in the common obtained the credit of promoting a result Meantime it was perfectly fat, and rose and fell operations of grafting, girdling, &c. The which in reality it had only retarded.

with every inspiration and expiration. lower orders of animals again, are much It is to the credit of the operation that

This flatness was afterwards remedied by superior to the higher in this particular. the subject in neither of the following in the formation of granulations within the Even those animals, which resemble man so stances was the most favorable. The first nose. Every thing went on well till the much in their organization that they have was an officer in his Britannic Majesty's seventh day, when the patient exercised been placed in the same zoological class, army. The loss had been caused by the his mouth so freely upon a favourite dish, excel him in the power of supporting inju- injudicious use, or more properly, abuse of as to endanger the loss of the organ, which ries, when unassisted by art. These com- mercury, which had been exhibited for the he had taken such pains to acquire. The pensating or defensive operations of nature, cure of an affection of the liver. 'He had motion of his lips tore asunder small parts again, are more successful in proportion to lost “ the whole front of the nose, a small of the newly united surfaces. The accithe simplicity of the injury. " One of the portion of the alæ, or sides of the nostrils, dent, however, proved trifling. The followmost simple is of course the mere solution excepted. The nasal bones were entire. ing day he nearly fainted, from bis room of continuity, such as happens in wounds Mr Carpue of course had some hesitation having been kept too warm-“the face lost made with a clean and sharp instrument. at first about performing the operation in a its colour, and the nose with it,” but both Instinct teaches brute animals to remove the case of this kind; but after satisfying him- were revivified by proper ventilation. On blood from wounds of this kind and keep self, by a few incisions, about the remain the ninth day, the nose became dropsical, the edges in as close contact as possible by ing sides, that the parts were then tolera- and swelled to an alarming size, but this licking them; and observation led the an- bly healthy, he made the necessary prepa- afterwards gradually disappeared. Some cient surgeons to a similar process. They rations, and on the 23d of October, 1814, months after, it was beautified by some washed the wound and retained it carefully performed the operation. We shall abridge additional dissection. The scar in the foreclosed till nature had accomplished the ad- his account of it, omitting those details, head was reduced, by the contraction of the hesion, and this they termed the “ union by which are interesting only to the profess- granulations, to an inconsiderable extent. the first intention." In cases where the ional reader. A model of the intended nose Our author adds, in conclusion, that the edges, on account of their lacerated, or con- was first made with a thin sheet of wax. nose was improving every day, and if his tused state, or from considerable loss of This, after being flattened, was applied to annexed plate is a correct representation, substance, cannot be placed in exact con- the forehead of the patient, and the outline we must admit, that it was already very tact the healing process is different. A drawn round it on the skin with red paint. respectable. number of minute fleshy bodies, or, as The figure thus described, nearly resembled, The second operation was performed at they are now called, granulations, sprout as appears by an annexed plate, that of the the request of his Royal Highness, the from every part of the surface of the ace of spades on a playing-card, turned Prince Regent, upon an officer who had wound, which increasing and uniting, fill upside down, the point, or apex, of the fig- lost a part his cheek and nose, as well up the spaces between its edges. The ure being placed between the eyes. The as an arm, at the battle of Albuera, in original amount of space is also much di- portion of skin, thus marked out, was then Spain, while rescuing one of the colours of ininished by the tendency of those granu. dissected off from the forehead, leaving on- his regiment from the enemy. It differed lations to contract after they have united ly a small slip of it still attached at the somewhat from the former in particulars, with each other, and thus draw together root of the nose. It was then twisted which it is not necessary to notice in a the divided parts from which they origin- round, folded down, and its edges inserted work of this kind. Considerable difficulty ate. This may serve as a sketch of the into incisions previously made at the bot- arose from the loss of substance from the manner in which “union by the second in- tom and on each side of the remains of the cheek, but this was surmounted, and the tention” is accomplished. The false phi- former nose, and confined in that position. final result appears to have been satisfaclosophy of the middle ages, whose uniform The twist was necessary in order that the tory. tendency was to make men think on all surface of the skin, which had been exter- We think Mr Carpue entitled to much subjects and act on all occasions as absurd- nal in its natural situation on the forehead, credit for his enterprise in attempting, and ly as possible, induced the surgeons of those should still continue so in its new location. diligence and zeal in conducting to a sucdays to obstruct the simple adhesion of The nostrils were distended with lint, and cessful termination, these singular operawounds by ointments and balsams, and com- the edges of the wound in the forehead tions. It is not likely that they will ever pel nature to have recourse to her dernier brought as near as possible together, by be very common in civilized 'Europe or resort of granulation of the restoration strips of sticking plaster. The whole ope- America, but as serving to illustrate the of the proper practice in such cases we ration, excepting the application of some extent of the compensating powers of nahave spoken above; of the extent of the bandages, &c. was completed in exactly ture, they may, notwithstanding, be as use

ful in a practical, as they are curious in agyman, -the knavish attorney, the trusted it is difficult for us to conceive of a man's physiological point of view.

« friend of the family,” in his intercourse being forever unfortunate in all situations,

with the son, encourages the attachment, without suspecting him of some want of Note. Since the above was written the nasal and even urges him to attempt an elope- foresight, or prudence, or decision; and it operation has been successfully performed by Dr S. ment; whilst in his letters to the father, is next to impossible for an author so to Hurd of Charlestown, Massachusetts.

he does all in his power to fan the prejudi- direct the conduct of his hero, that he shall

ces, the latter had conceived against the always be passing from vexation to vexaSayings and Doings. A Series of Sketches connexion, most grossly misrepresenting tion, from disappointment to disappointment, from Life. Philadelphia, 1824. 2 vols. the clergyman, as selfish and designing, and without betraying in that conduct, traits

his daughter as gross and vulgar. Divers of character which tend to diminish our re12mo.

and heart-rending are the crosses and dis- spect for the hero himself; and of course, This work consists of four different tales, appointments thus thrown in the way of our our sympathy in his fate. each intended as a sort of practical commen- lovers, by the pride and passion of one fa- The book terminates with “ Martha, the tary on some common proverb. Hence the ther, and the delicacy of the other. It Gypsey," a very short, but well narrated name of the book. “Sayings” are attempt- happens, however, that the nobleman acci- tale of superstition, We should hardly ed to be illustrated by "doings,”-proverbs dentally becomes acquainted with the cler- think of resorting to fictions of this sort, by experience,—“ wise saws” by “ modern gyman and his daughter--he, meanwhile, which do not even pretend to describe the instances.” We do not think this mode of being unknown to them. He finds that his ordinary and natural course of human choosing a text to be explained, or a cer

son is not so very wrong in his judgment, events, for the purpose of illustrating those tain point to be proved, the best calculated and opens his eyes to the falsehoods of the common maxims, which are supposed to be in the world, for a free, unshackled display attorney. This leads to proper investiga- the result of long observation of the world, of the genius of a writer of novels and tions--all the knavery of this smooth, in- as actually, and in matter of fact it exists. tales. The author before us, however, has sinuating friend of the family is brought to Nor do we see very distinctly how the advery wisely taken care not to subject him- light; and probatum est, that “ All is not ventures or achievements of Martha, the self to much restraint by his plan. He gold, which glitters.”

Gypsey, prove the truth of the maxim,“ Seedoes not obtrude his proverb on us in the The next story is called “ Merton,” ing is believing." The author assures us course of the narrative, but goes on to tell which is the longest, and we suspect was he received this information from an eyehis story in a most amusing manner, and considered by the author, his best effort. witness of the fact That friend might when he has done, he gives us, in the last 'Twixt cup and lip there is many a slip,” have maintained that “Seeing is believing," line or sentence, some good old saw, print is the text to be enforced. The author's --but the author and his readers may with ed in small capitals, which the reader spirited manner of writing is perhaps more equal propriety allege that “hearing and thereby perceives to be the end and moral of fully displayed here, than in any one of his reading of a fact, is not seeing it.” We do what he has been reading. Without the tales. We are not sure, however, that not, however, mean to condemn tales of concluding paragraph of each tale, and the some more fastidious readers, will not be this sort. They have their interest; if information given in the general preface of reminded of another of the wise saws, about well conceived and powerfully told, they the book, it might not, perhaps, have been which he has just read, viz. “ that too much must have their interest

. We may reason easy to discover that the author's plan was of a good thing is good for nothing." There with ourselves about their improbability, such as it is :--and this we consider so much is a little, little too much of the same sort and convince ourselves by dint of argument, in his praise.

of incidents. Merton, the hero, is ever and that, in point of fact, the affairs of this world The first story in the book is called “ Dan- | anon on the point of tasting the extreme are not influenced by beings of another vers ;” and it seems to us to possess more of happiness,—when the cup slips, he is state, or by those of our own state endowed of the characteristics of a Tale (properly precipitated to the depths of misery ; from with different powers from the rest of us ; so called), than any one in the book. It which again he is no less unexpectedly re- yet that such things may be that they gives a very animated, bold, and true pic lieved. At one moment he is half married are possible—that we see nothing to preture of an amiable and happy family, sud- to the girl of his heart,—who had consent- vent their happening--this will be enough denly raised from competency to vasted to run away with him,—when the cere- to secure an interest for tales of this sort, wealth; and of the disappointments, the mony is interrupted by the unlucky arrival when the world shall have gone on analycares, the vexation, the jealousies, the new of the mother of the runaway lady, and a zing and philosophizing for many a century passions and desires, produced by the posse of relatives; then, he is within an ace more. But we will avail ourselves of the change. The maxim hereby illustrated, is of being hanged for murder, and the rope incidental mention of this subject, to give that “ Too much of a good thing is good is tied about his neck, when Jack Ketch is a single passage from our author, as confor nothing."

disappointed of the rest of his work, by a taining his own defence of “ Martha, the The next story, called “The Friend of person's galloping up to the foot of the gal- Gypsey," and as affording an imperfect idea the Family,"is, in its structure and charac- lows, who turns out to be the very individ- of the lively and forcible manner in which ters, much more in the common, not to say ual suspected to be murdered. Now we he is often wont to speculate, hackneyed, style of novel writing, than the attend our hero to Newgate for debt;-and

It is, I find, right and judicious most carefully and last mentioned. We do not know, however, presently we are with him in the supposed publicly, to disavow a belief in supernatural visitthat the mass of novel readers will not con- possession of seven thousand a year, and ings; but it will be long before I become either so sider it as interesting as any in the book. driving to Paris in his own coach and four; wise or so bold as to make any such unqualified A proud nobleman, with his amiable son, -and then again it is discovered that this declaration. I am not weak enough to imagine (the hero of the tale), a pious and exempla- comfortable fortune had been paid to him jostling through a crowd of spectres, as I walk the

myself surrounded by spirits and phantoms, or ry country clergyman, with his charming through a mistake of the person, or rather streets; neither do I give credence to all the idle daughter (the heroine), and an attorney through a mistake of his relationship to the tales of ancient dames, or frightened children, (the agent of the aforesaid nobleman, and testator, and that in fact, it was all intend touching such matters : but when I breathe the air, “the Friend of the Family),” which attor-ed for a balf-brother, whose existence Mer- and see the grass grow under my feet, I cannot ney, like all other attorneys in novels, is ton has now the pleasure of discovering for but feel thare who gives me power to inhale the plausible, cunning, shrewd, and knavish-- the first time in his life. We doubt, that power to use, for special purposes, such means and these constitute the dramatis personæ ; these extreme vibrations are too often re- agency as he, in his wisdom, may see fit; and and they are set to work to prove the truth peated. When we see a man thus continu- which, in point of fact, are not more incomprehenof the proverb, “ All is not gold which ally the football of fortune, our sympatby sible to us, than the very simplest

effects which we glitters." The amiable son of the proud must needs grow fainter, and in spite of every day witness, arising from unknown causes nobleman has, of course, fallen in love with ourselves, we often feel a lurking disposi- littleness, and the erudition of their ignorance, dethe charming daughter of the worthy cler- tion to laugh at his mishaps. The fact is, velope and disclose, argue and discuss; but when

SUMMER.

the sage, who sneers at the possibility of ghosts, think,- perhaps because it is now with us, flash rent asunder the dark mass;-and the will explain to me the doctrine of attraction and that Summer is almost equally deserving angry voice of thunder calls from cloud to gravitation, or tell me why the wind blows, why of grateful notice. Spring is the season of cloud, from hill to hill, from heaven to fects perceptible by all men-then will I admit

the promise, but the fulfilment comes with Sum- earth, as if to bid man be still, and gaze justice of his incredulity-then will I join the ranks mer; and this point of difference between with silent reverence, while He who rides of the incredulous. However, a truce with my the seasons I certainly regard as altogether upon the whirlwind passes by. views and reflections: proceed we to the narrative. to the advantage of Summer. I do not for- We have, to be sure, some days of such

The author tells us in his preface, that get that the world thinks, or pretends to fierce and exhausting heat, that all sense if encouraged by the success of this effort, think, that anticipation always promises of enjoyment or of action, is lost in univerhe shall probably furnish us with more profusely, while the actual good is a sad sal debility, if not in pain; these days are works of the same sort. We have no doubt niggard in redeeming her word; but, nei- uncomfortable enough, I grant, and it somehis reception by the public will be suffi- ther do I forget, that I have all the right, times happens that even the shadows of ciently flattering to secure the fulfilment of which my own experience can give, to be- night appear to take away only the light of this conditional pledge; and that we shall lieve there are more instances of exception day, and leave its burning heat. But such be furnished with more “Sayings and Do- to this rule, than of conforınity with it; days come very seldom, and when they do ings.” We shall be the last to regret this, therefore I love enjoyment better than an- they are much less disagreeable,—at least to for, notwithstanding the faults in the 'struc- ticipation,-Summer better than Spring. me,-than those chilly, misty, blue-devil ture of some of his stories to which we have “ The earliest offspring of the year” comes days of Spring, which are perpetually realluded, we look upon the author as a arrayed in a garniture of rich blossoms, of curring, to shake the leaves from the trees, spirited, animated, and correct writer,—as beauty as various and brilliant, as if the and pinch to death every bud of promise, a man of sense, and at the same time, one rainbow had crumbled and fallen, and sow- and turn one's face ten times more blue of good wit—and above all, as one who has ed itself as seed in the earth; her tresses than the damp sky, and, which is worst of actually seen, studied, and learned the are wreathed with flowers of all hues and all, almost make one despair of Summer. world, especially those classes in its society forms, her breath is a mingling of odorous In short, I think the Spring may well be which he undertakes to describe.

sweets, and her pathway over the fields is compared to a budding rose-bush ;-beautimarked by the upspringing of their love- ful, very beautiful indeed ;-but we are per

liest ornaments. But Summer has her petually looking to see this beauty expand
MISCELLANY.

flowers too, and with them she has her into perfection, and we now and then find
fruits ; her airs move as gently, and bring our fingers pricked unexpectedly with sting-
a freshness far more welcome; they sigh ing thorns; while Summer is rather an

through her laden trees, and play with the orange-tree in full bloom and bearing.
The successive changes of the year are fluttering petals of her full blown roses, The blossoms, which we could almost think
generally regarded by periodical essayists, and bear away a perfume that is yet more woven of a snow-wreath, exhale delicious
as themes well calculated to interest their delightful, because with it there is a cool- fragrance, and cluster round more delicious
readers; indeed, in most literary journals ness that tempers the fervour of her sun. fruit; and we gladly forgive the rich per-
which do not strictly confine themselves to But I love the Summer not for those fume, even if it happens to breathe upon
what are called,-sometimes by a sad mis- charms only, which she has in common us with sickening intensity.
nomer,---reviews, such subjects recur almost with the Spring; she has others which are I have rather spoken with reference to
as regularly as the seasons. Nor is this at wholly her own. It is not until the warmer that division of the seasons which we have
all surprising ; let these descants be sung months have come, and the fervours of the taken by descent, but which is wholly in-
as often as they may, the theme can nei- sun are fully disclosed, that we learn to ap- applicable here. It became established in
ther be trite, nor seem to be so, if he who preciate fairly, and fully to enjoy the morn- England, and there has some foundation in
has chosen it, aims only at the portraiture ing and evening coolness. A beautiful nature. There, Winter does not fairly set in
of his own feelings, and the simple expres- Spring day contrasts its animating glow until December, and by March, the Spring
sion of those thoughts

, which the changes with the coldness of the night; Winter has begun to clothe the vegetable world in the world without, and the world within seems to linger in the darkness, because with living green. The heats of the Sumhim, naturally excite.

the hours of sunshine are yet too few and mer have fled by September, and mild The Spring is of all others the favorite feeble wholly to overcome his influence. Autumn gives ample leisure for harvesting theme of song ; most writers of imagina- But when Summer is established, the breath the fruits of fields or groves. Very diffetion or sentiment, have, in one form or an- of morning only invigorates and prepares rent from all this, is the course of our seaother, endeavoured to paint its various beau- for a day of not unpleasant languor; and sons. The vegetable world is smitten with ty, and speak of the influence of peace and the renovating coolness of evening brings universal death, quite as early as Novemjoy, which every heart then receives with with it positive delight. We have few days ber, and the frosts and storms of Winter glad welcome, if it ever opens to any emo- of intense heat; but be it as hot as it will, begin. April hardly dissolves her icy tions that do not belong to the lowest parts I do not know many things more pleasant, chains, and so long does “Winter linger in of our animal nature. There is indeed in than to lie upon the green sward, where the lap of Spring,” we need the fires and this season of universal renovation, when the unmitigated ardours of the sun have clothes, and all the appliances of January, all the beings that people earth and air, and not yet fallen, and listen to the cooling mu- quite into May. We have inherited the all that is given them for food or habitations, sic of the rippling brook, and lazily watch proverb, that “ April showers bring May awaken at once into life and loveliness ;- the dancing leaves as they playfully toss the flowers,” but our April showers are occawhen the fields put on their robes of beau- sunbeams from one to the other, and down sionally made of snow, and our May flowty, and the gentle breezes are redolent of to the still fresh grass. We have too, in ers are neither the sweetest nor the brightperfume and melody and vernal freshness, Summer, those showers, than which there est. We have, indeed, but one month of and all created existence seems to sing is nothing more beautiful or sublime. Right pure Spring; beautiful June.

July, Auits song of thankfulness and hope,—there well do I love to see the distant clouds roll gust, and September, are clearly Summer comes indeed, with this season of beauty their black volumes together, and bang months, for they have all the attributes, and promise to most persons, a momentary their gold and purple skirts around the ho- good and bad, which were ever thought to sense of undoubting and shadowless peace, rizon in all wild and graceful forms, as if to belong to Summer. We have, therefore, a clearness and tranquillity of spirit, and, if decorate with fitting tapestry, the arch of nothing left for Autumn, but October, and I may so speak, an opening into flower, of heaven. The heavy rain comes slowly though we may sometimes add a little of Sepjoys and hopes we knew not of, that the until the fire bursts from its dwelling, and tember or of November, we quite as often heart may feel deeply, but language cannot then falls in torrents, as if the imprisoned find our dog days united to the Winter's adequately express. Still, I cannot but waters had escaped, when the lightning | snows by no better Autumn than can be

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When Memory a wavering light

Sheds dimly o'er the past, And Hope no longer veils from sight

The horrors of the last.

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Nay, weep not then-let but the ray

Of heavenly peace be thine, Glorious shall be thy summer's day,

Unclouded its decline.
Then Memory's light, though dim, sball show

How pure thy former years,
While Hope her holiest ray shall throw,

On realms beyond the spheres.

A LAST WISH.

made out of a string of cold days and colder showers. Still, I like our climate; “ with all thy faults, I love thee still."

Our seasons are apt to have a pretty decided character; our Winter is, to be sure, rather long and severe, but it gives infinite zest to the

comfort of a good fire shining upon the bright faces of our best friends. Of the Spring and Summer I have said enough ; and as to Autumn, who will deny that some of our October days yield in brilliant beauty to no days of any season, in any climate. The English Spring is longer than ours, but what little we have is as good as any of theirs. We have all heard of the Frenchman, who passed a year in England, and on his return said the year consisted of three hundred and sixty-four foul days, and one doubtful. This was rather too bad; for, if we may rely upon scientific journals, they have almost as many sunshiny days as their French neighbours, though the sunshine is not quite so bright. But what their Summer occasionally is, and how they sometimes scold about it, I will tell your readers, by copying an amusing passage from a letter of Horace Walpole, which I happened to fall in with yesterday.

“I perceive the deluge fell upon you before it reached us. It began here but on Monday last, and then rained near eight and forty hours without intermission. My poor hay has not a dry thread to its back. I have had a fire these three days. In short, every Summer one lives in a state of mutiny and murmur, and I have found the reason; it is because we will affect to have a Summer and we have no title to any such thing. Our Poets learnt their trade of the Romans, and so adopted the terms of their masters. They talk of shady groves, purling streams, and cooling breezes, and we get sore throats and agues by attempting to realize these visions. Master Damon writes a song, and invites Miss Chloe to enjoy the cool of the evening, and the deuce a bit have we of any such thing as a cool evening. Zephyr is a north-east wind, that makes Damon button up to the chin, and pinches Chloe's nose till it is red and blue; and then they cry, This is a bad Summer; as if we ever had any other. The best sun we have is made of Newcastle coal, and I am determined never to reckon upon any other. We ruin ourselves with inviting over foreign trees, and make our house clamber up hills to look at prospects. How our ancestors would laugh at us, who knew there was no being comfortable, unless you had a high hill before your nose, and a thick warm wood at your back! Taste is too freezing a commodity for us, and, you may depend upon it, will go out of fashion again.”

X.

Scarce cools me. All is silent save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing. The plants around Feel the too potent fervours; the tall maize Rolls up its long green leaves; the clover droops Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms. But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills, With all their growth of woods, silent and stern, As if the scorching heat and dazzling light Were but an element they loved. Bright clouds, Motionless pillars of the brazen heaven,Their bases on the mountains-their white tops Shining in the far ether-fire the air With a reflected radiance, and make turn The gazer's eye away. For me, I lie Languidly in the shade, where the thick turf, Yet virgin from the kisses of the sun, Retains some freshness, and I woo the wind That still delays it coming. Why so slow, Gentle and voluble spirit of the air? Oh come and breathe upon the fainting earth Coolness and life. Is it that in his caves He hears me? See, on yonder woody ridge, The pine is bending his proud top, and now, Among the nearer groves, chestnut and oak Are tossing their green boughs about. He comes ! Lo where the grassy meadow runs in waves ! The deep distressful silence of the scene Breaks up with mingling of unnumbered sounds And universal motion. He is come, Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs And bearing on their fragrance; and he brings Music of birds and rustling of young boughs, And sound of swaying branches, and the voice Of distant waterfalls. All the green herbs Are stirring in his breath, a thousand flowers, By the road-side and the borders of the brook, Nod gaily to each other, glossy leaves Are twinkling in the sun, as if the dew Were on them yet, and silver waters break Into small waves and sparkle as he comes.

B.

When breath and sense have left this clay, In yon damp vault, oh! lay me not! But kindly bear my bones away To some lone, green, and sunny spot; Where few shall be the feet that tread With reckless haste about my grave; And gently o'er my last, still bed To whispering winds the grass shall wave. The wild flowers too, I loved so well, Shall blow and breathe their sweetness there, And all around my grave shall tell, "She felt that nature's face was fair." And those that come because they loved The mouldering frame that lies below, Shall find their anguish half removed, While that sweet spot shall soothe their wo. The notes of happy birds alone Shall there disturb the silent air; And when the cheerful sun goes down, His beams shall linger longest there. And if,—when soft night breezes wake, Roving among the sleeping flowers, When dews their airy home forsake, To rest till morn in earthly bowers, If then soine dearer friend than all Steal to my grave to weep awhile, And happier hours awhile recall, And bid fond Memory beguile The tediousness of cherished grief, Faintly descried-a fading rayMy passing ghost shall breathe relief, And whisper—" Lingerer! come away!"

AGNES.

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To S****, WEEPING.
Why shouldst thou weep? no cause bast thou

For one desponding sigh;
No care has marked that polished brow,

Nor dimmed thy radiant eye.
Why shouldst thou weep? around thee glows

The purple light of youth,
And all thy looks the calm disclose

Of innocence and truth.
Nay, weep not while thy sun shines bright

And cloudless is thy day,
While past and present joys unite

To chéer thee on thy way;
While fond companions round thee move

To youth and nature true,
And friends whose looks of anxious love

Thy every step pursue.
Nay, weep not gow-reserve thy tears,

For that approaching hour,
When o'er the scenes of other years

The clouds of time shall lower.
When thou, alas ! no more canst see

But in the realms above,
The friends who ever looked on thee

Unutterable love!
When some, thy fond companions now

And constant to thy side,
View thee with anger-darkening brow,

Or cold repulsive pride?
Or some, the faithful of that band,

Bless thee with faltering breath,
While from their lips thy trembling hand

Wipes the chill dews of death.
Nay, weep not now-reserve thy tears

For that approaching day,
When through the gradual lapse of years

All joys have stolen away;

Go, wingless cherubs! brighter skies,
Ausonian heavens, may charm your eyes ;
But happier shores ye cannot find
Than those ye now must leave behind.
Ye dream not that the billowy sea,
Sweet babes, must soon your cradle be;
That the wild winds will lull your sleep,
While wandering o'er the pathless deep.
Yet 0! there is a seraph form,
Will watch ye in the midnight storm;
And there's a kindly Power above,
Whose arms will circle ye with love.
Then, dear ones, go: though tempests rave,
Still shall ye harmless skim the wave;
And, floating like the Halcyon's nest,

On the dread deep securely rest.
June, 1824.

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THE PARTING.

POETRY.

SUMMER WIND. It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade

O Lady! must I part from thee?
And wilt thou tempt the boundless sea?
Wilt dare to climb the mountain wave--
The treacherous current dare to brave?
Nay, think-and ask thy trembling heart,
Ere yet thou hast resolved to part-
Can there be safety in the deep?
And canst thou leave me thus to weep?

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