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There is another class we mean to glance one original character, developed and varied in this, and while the future continues in at. This embraces writers who are honest, by the operation of a very few agencies. It futurity, we would class ourselves among and writers who are not. We have no con- is a mind, however, of vast capacity, and the faithful. cern with the purposes or motives of men the causes which are brought to operate Sometimes, however, this vast and remote when they write or print, for a bad book upon it are of great power. We are not future seems to approach nearer than it may not have proceeded from a bad motive, surprised to find this character at times a should upon the borders of the present, and or a useful one from the best. Honest au- wandering misanthrope, feeling deeply the sometiines our writers and talkers seem to thors are not so to themselves only, but to power of nature, and of man as he now is, think, and to feel, that it has actually their age, and to their country. There is a and man as he has been, in the remote and reached us, and that we are now what a real weakness in a written bypocrisy. A strange times of antiquity. It is not strange few centuries may make us. In this there man may walk before us, and talk before us to us that he should now appear deep in the may be great evil. If our legislators get it, too, and be nothing he seems. But the mind toils of love; now recklessly cruel, and now they may legislate for what is not; changand the heart of the whole community stir ardently attached. We do not wonder to ing and overturning what belongs to us, to at the false histories of the writing author. find him grossly licentious and ingenious make way for what belongs to nobody. Our And this they do, whether the falsehood be in his ribaldry'; now discoursing about financiers may get it, and we may be taxed found in the glozing of sin, in excessive moral distinctions, and now losing or de- in advance, and be called wealthy, because panegyric, or in caricature vice. spising the whole of them. At one moment every body may be hereafter.

It would The purely imaginative, and the satirists he spurns our sympathy, and in the next we sometimes seem that the inspiration of our too, have not unfrequently been the faith- should be ashamed of his company. This writers was getting transfused into the mass, fulest authors, and the truest historians. character has been pronounced to be his and that we are living in the future, whether Wbo reads Hume, Gibbon, or Robertson own, at least in an early period of its bis- we will or no. We are getting at last at for a true history? Nobody. But who does tory. This, however, he has denied. But abuses, which have been the protection and not read Shakspeare with a saving and a if it be in any measure so, his works to that happiness of our fathers and ourselves, but safe faith. He wrote truly of all ages, for extent at least are autobiographical, and will which will never be tolerated in the times he wrote truly of his own, and knew what go down to succeeding ages for their veri- to come. A strange sort of benefaction is was in man. To be honest, was not the less similitude alone. They are not histories of thus to be substituted for present good, the unwise in his time, in the construction of a his time, for they do not give us what an incalculable good of a vast future. villain, than it is now.

age, especially his own, makes of the mass If this be in any measure true, if we are Pope was no traducer of his species as he of men, with whom he was born. They are to realize prophecies, or are realizing them found it. His age made him, as the age strictly individual, for they all tell us about already, we should look to it, and very semakes every body. His harmonious, and, the same being. Give these works any riously. Human life is getting longer, it is not upfrequently, grossly indelicate satire, other character, admit for a moment that said, than it used to be, but it will hardly bas its quality from his time. It was the they were intended by the author as a true carry us as far as our writers are disposed current selfishness which made its passage history, or a dramatic sketch of his times, to do. We may be losers in the bargain, and through his heart, and a fine intellect fol. and he becomes at once the veriest and what is thus lost to us, will be lost to our lowed in its tide. Pope, however, is tem- vulgarist libeller. As it is, he is the most successors, however remote, or however nuporary and local, for he is confined, and remarkable egotist, if one at all, that has merous. They were safe prophets in the hemmed in by an artificial society both of ever lived. He industriously brings to the British parliament, who foretold the liberty fashion and letters. We have dispensed surface, and keeps there, what other men and prosperity of America, for we had one with the hoop-petticoat, and pretty much more industriously have hidden in the deep. of these already, and could not long want with the heroic couplet. But he is true to est recesses of their own hearts. This sin the other. Prophets are not safe now howwhat he saw and felt, or to bis age, and is gle fact explains a thousand anomalies in ever, our prophetic writers; for we have o far no libeller.

his works; and among these, the strange both liberty and prosperity, and it is for Byron is still more local than Pope. He selfishness which could love deeply the in. these, and for these alone, we should give is almost individual. His variety is more dividual and hate the species; or regard the our minds in the fulness of their best powin name than in thing. His writings seem whole with one sweeping abhorrence, dis- ers; and if we are true to our best interests, to be the efforts of a very few agencies upon gust, and contempt.

those which have been long proved, and his own vast mind. A review of some of We have spoken of authors who have found so, our posterity will be blessed withhis poems, which by his own title of them, been true to their own character, to their out prophesy, really belong to his infancy, was one, and age, and to the world. There are other probably the earliest of these. This review classes; we have room to speak of but one annoyed him dreadfully. He did not con- This class is peculiar to our own sider that he had strayed from his nobility country. It has in a measure been made

No. I. into the republic of letters, and was igno- by the country, its institutions, and prosrant that the constitution of this wide re. pects, and deserves to be named. It be

The Author. public, guarantees to all its citizens the longs to us; and however little we have

Me dulcis saturet quies. privilege of abusing, as well as praising been allowed to appropriate of letters,

Obscuro positus loco, each other. His nobility went in company we may safely claim this. If we should

Leni perfruar otio. with his genius, a legitimate association name it, we should call it the prophetic class

Chorus ex Thyeste. enough in his case, and they were equaily of authors. This will serve to distinguish I am a wayfaring man in the literary annoyed by the reception they met. Disgust them at once from all writers within a world, and in humour and out of humour to the whole British empire soon followed, reasonable antiquity, and will surely distin- with its inhabitants, have come and gone and the Curse of Minerva appeared a few guish them from all the moderns. Our wri- from place to place, and as yet have left no years after English Bards and Scottish Reters, whether imaginative or historical, are memory behind me. I have always shunviewers. A still more personal annoyance prophetic. They go habitually before the ned ostentation, even in the vehicle that at length drove bis lordship from England time. They live in the future of their own has carried me, and turning aside from the forever, and then we had Don Juan, or, with minds. They are with a population which busier marts of literature, have loitered in other things, English manners, and English cannot be numbered. The blessings of our its green alleys and silent avenues. To society, under the similitude of Eastern institutions are upon all. A mass of intel- men in the higher walks of letters nature sensuality.

lectual power and physical strength occu- has made known the warın intellectual As an author, and it is in this character pies the distance, to a degree at times al- springs, whence issue those vast concepLord Byron now lives, his lordship is almost most oppressive to us, who are comparatively tions, that are too wide for the embrace of entirely exclusive. He has given us but I few and powerless. Now there is no harin inferior minds :--and we of bumbler birth

more.

THE LAY MONASTERY.

are content to sit by their distant waters, he will find them there. If the world cen- ter be kept himself close to his barbour. and beneath the shadows of their branches. sure him, its chidings will be lost amid their He is now a septuagenary,—a sprightly, Many are journeying on in the literary consoling voices,-if the world's friendship hale old man; and though he feels the tide highways, and hurry from stage to stage has been sterile, he will see no barrenness of life beating within him less vigorously without once pausing to look upon the in theirs, -and if the world has been un- day after day, yet having enjoyed the green beautiful scenery that invites them to lin- kind and malevolent, he will find nothing and flourishing spring of life, and the lustiger on their way; but we, who choose the there of its stern austerity.

bood of its summer, he sits quietly down in rambling vehicle of the essay, turn off in- When I was a boy, my earliest attention the cheerfulness of its autumn, like one to the by-ways, and enjoy the irregular in- was excited by the brass clasps of an anti-that rejoices in the full fruits of early terchange of woods, and waters, and green quated, worm-eaten tome, that an oid uncle toil. valleys.

of mine, sadly given to antiquarian re- When my uncle bebeld my childish adFrom my youth up, my life has been a search, had left upon my mother's table. miration for his venerable' black-letter kind of vagrant existence, and I have al- No sooner was the event of my birth, which tome, he fondly thought that he beheld the "ways been fond of ra nbling about in the forms an epocb in our family history, an-germ of an antique genius already shooting

woods and quiet fields of the country. Inounced, than the kind-hearted old man out within my mind, and from that day I have been a truant from society, and have came posting down from his country resi- became with him as a favoured vine. Time turned from the troubled world of realities dence. He was a virtuoso in thought, has been long on the wing, and his affecto an ideal world of mine own; and yet in word, and deed. He was a rusty old fel. tion for me grew in strength as I in years; retirement, and amid the pleasant woods low, and, like one of his own coin, had the until at length be has bequeathed to me that had become home to me, I never look- features of antiquity indelibly stamped up the peculiar care of his library, which coned for solitude, and never found it. There on bim; and the gradual wastes oi time, sists of a multitude of huge old volumes, was a spirit there that communed with my by rendering the relievo less distinct, placed and some ancient and modern manuscripts. own. The earth was peopled with imagi- the antiquity beyond a doubt. His counte- The apartment which contains this treas. nary forms, and in the sound of the river. nance very much resembled that of Cosmo, ure is the cloister of my frequent and studiand of winds that fanned its bosom and on the medallions of the Medici; and ous musings. It is a curious little chamber, made the tall reeds bend, I heard the voice though the severity of his eye indicated in a remote corner of the house, finished of humanity distinct, and to my intellectual deep thought, yet there was something all round with painted pannelings, and ear articulate. Thus I became the child about the mouth that declared his subtle boasting but one tall, narrow Venetian winof wayward fancy, and nature louched vein of shrewdness and grotesque humour. dow, that lets in upon my studies a “dim, within me that chord of simple poetic feel. He was deeply versed in alcbemy and old-religious light,” which is quite appropriate ing, which has not yet ceased to 'vibrate. school chemistry, and very sain of his to them. I am melancholy, but studious thought has knowledge ;-i1 I borrow a simile from his Every thing about the apartment is old made me so, and not those cares which pursuits, he thought that the halo of his and decaying. The table, of oak iplaid tire men of the world. It is a melancholy own glory was increasing like the circular with maple, is worm-eaten and somewhat of that kind which has nothing of malevo- corona of vapour that arose from a certain loose in the joints; the chairs are massive lence or austerity about it;-it is but that chemical combination of his, which, as it es and curionsly carved, but the sharper edges pensive shade, which, to him who loves to caped from his alembic, widened and widen- of the figures are breaking away; and the muse, gently mellows down the hard feat. ed whilst ascending; but, unfortunately for solemn line of portraits, that cover the ures of society, and gives a still-life se- him, his fame, like that vapour, grew thin walls, hang faded from black, melancholy renity to a bustling world. As I sit in ner and thioner, and at length lost itselt in frames, and declare their intention of soon my silent cloister, surrounded by a multi. air. He was an inveterate old bachelor; leaving them forever. In a deep niche tude of books-mute but eloquent compan-but kind-hearted and extremely benevo stands a heavy iron clock, that rings the ions, -and look out upon mankind as they lent; and charity, which was written upon bours with a hoarse and sullen voice; and toil on in the thoroughfares of life, the calm his countenance, was written more deeply opposite, in a similar niche, is deposited a and quiet feeling of my retirement becomes upon his heart. I have heard it whispere. gloomy figure in antique bronze. A recess, spiritualized from seli-enjoyment to a glow in the family,—but very cautiously, for the curtained with a tapestry of faded green, has ing philanthropy. The world is full of suf- old man's feelings are sensitive upon the become the cemetery of departed genius, fering, and I feel a charity for those who subject,—that, like sundry other good old and, gathered in the embrace of this little have known that misery which I have not bachelors, he had been in his younger days sepulchre, the works of good and great men known; and I endeavour to remember how a chevalier d'amour ; but shivering long in of ancient days are gradually mouldering ineffectual that charity is, which begins and the frowns of unrelenting beauty, he grew away to dust again. ends in feeling!

desperately cold towards the whole female My retirement to this solitary place arose As the hand of time is continually chang sex, mas slighted woers sometimes will,- from a love of seclusion, and was not, asing the scenes of the world's vast theatre, and even in the heyday of life forgot retirement often is, a desperate after-game I cannot help observing how grotesquely “ love's charming cares. A few days ago, in the affairs of life. A strong attachment mingled in the romance of life are its trag- as I was turning over some neglected pa- to a still and quiet existence has brought ic and coinic acts. But to a solitary being pers in his library, I found several desper- ine bere ;--and if I seem to have slighted like myself, departing years bring but little ate looking love verses, and a French Val- the world too soon, I can urge in my own change. Time's gradual current steals peace. entine on gilt-edged paper, with altars and defence, that I am one of those, who may fully away,—the seasons of life slowly suc torches in the corners, which go far to cor-depart from society whenever they will, and ceed each other,mand day after day thought roborate the oral tradition of his early love. none ask-Where aro they? I would not ripens and ripens to its maturity;-but This is indeed exactly what I should have forget the world, and would not be forgotstill my pursuits and occupations are the expected from his sanguine temperament; ten by it; but I would live in the hearts of same, and the same communion and fellow- and time never effaced every vestige of this men as well as in their memories, and leave ship and good feeling exist between myself gallant feeling; on great occasions he was that quiet recollection behind me, which and my books. It is very silly perhaps to apt to wear a highly ornamented broach of mankind will cherish for its very gentle. prate now-a-days about the tranquil delight aber, containing in its centre a little ani- ness. And yet, whilst, like a timid bark, I which books assume to him who is happy mal that strikingly resembles a lady-bug; woo the breath of others to give me motion enough to love them, but I speak from the and sometimes figured in a brocade vest of on fame's still waters, my chief joy is in heart. If any man is sick and tired of the faded damask, with large sprigs and roses. seclusion and solitary musing; though ! world, and would find those friends who are One serious love adventure of this kind would live in part for others, yet I would silent or garrulous, as he is melancholy or was enough for him; he was lost on a sea pot in so doing become a stranger to my cheerful, let him retire to his library, and of troubles in his first voyage, and ever af-l own thoughts

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Ili mors gravis incubat,
Qui, notus nimis omnibus,
Ignotus moritur sibi.

Seneca.
Having been thus minute in delineating
my own character, let me put on my mask-
ing-habit, and, as the Lay Monk, speak a
few words to the reader in reference to my
proposed writings. The severer studies
which are proper to manhood, leave me
sufficient leisure for that frequent reverie
and rambling thought which are well suited
to miscellaneous essays; and in all my
papers I shall claim the customary privile-
ges of essayists, and note down my loose
thoughts without regularity or any certain
order. In the choice of subjects for my
speculations, I shall be guided by my own
fancy; and that no one may accuse me of
failing in what I have never attempted, I
would be explicit in stating, that my aim is
rather to amuse the courteous reader and
help him pass away a tedious hour, than
eloquently to instruct him by deep thought
or high philosophy.

THE LAY MONK.

POETRY

SONG OF THE STARS.
When the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,
And the empty realms of darkness and death
Were moved through their depths by bis mighty

breath,
And orbs of beauty, and spheres of flame,
From the void abyss, by myriads canie,
In the joy of youth, as they darted away,
Through the widening wastes of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rung,
And this was the song the bright ones sung.
Away, away, through the wide, wide sky,
The fair blue fields that before us lie:
Each sun with the worlds that round us roll,
Each planet poised on her turning pole,
With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fuid light.
For the source of glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;
And we drink, as we go, the luminous tides
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides;
Lo, yonder the living splepdors play!
Away, on our joyous path away!
Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar,
In the infinite azure, star after star,
How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass!
How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass!
And the path of the gentle winds is seen,
Where the small waves dance, and the young

woods lean.
And see, where the brighter day-beams pour,
How the rainbows bang in the sunny shower;
And the morn and the eve, with their pomp of hues,
Shift o'er the bright planets and sheil their dews;
And 'twixt them both, o'er the teeming ground,
With her shadowy cope, the night goes round.
Away, away!-in our blossoming bowers,
In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours,
In the seas and fountains that shine with morn,
See, love is brooding, and life is born,
And breathing myriads are breaking from night,
To rejoice, like us, in motion and light.
Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres !
To weave the dance that measures the years.

Glide on in the glory and gladness sent

So life is passing, thongh pleasure's dream To the farthest wall of the firmament,

Enliven its course, as the flowers the stream.
The boundless visible smile of him

This violet low that shines in dew
To the veil of whose brow our lamps are dim. Like eyes I love, and almost as blue,

B. Tomorrow will wither, and fade, and die,

And waken no sigh of sympathy.

That aged beech-where I carved a name
FAREWELL TO CASTLES IN THE AIR. Dearer to me than riches or fame-

With its trunk, shall camber the spot it sha ies,
Farewell, my Castles raised so high,
Farewell, ye bowers of beauty,--

For strength must perish, as beauty fades.

And 1, wben a few short summers are o'er, Froin your enchantment I must fly,

Shall muse in these lonely scenes no more ;-
To sober paths of duty.

Yet when I pass to eternity,
O many an hour could I employ,
These lovely bowers adorning,

May virtue my strength and beauty be

My spirit rise to the blessed Giver,
Till every airy hall of joy
Should seem a star of inoming.

And my body rest by the Silent River.

S. H.
But go, vain dreams, depart,
Though fondly loved; I feel it,
That, while you sooth the heart,
From better things you steal it.

INTELLIGENCE,
When rose the storms of grief and care,
On life's uncertain billow,

SOUTHEY AND BYRON.
I sought my Castles in the Air,
And found a ready pillow;

The following is the conclusion of Mr
Here joys to come were always shown,

Southey's late letter on Lord Byron. The present grief dispelling,

“ It was because Lord Byron had brought For future woe is all unknown

a stigma upon English literature, that I acIn my aërial dwelling.

cused him; because he had perverted great The lesson thus was lost, For which the storm was given,

talents to the worst purposes; because he To show the tempest-tost

had set up for pander-general to the youth A refuge sure in Heaven.

of Great Britain, as long as his writings

should endure; because he had committed Here Hope, though cheated o'er and o'er,

a high crime and misdemeanor against soI thought would dwell securest, And deemed, of all her various store,

ciety, by sending forth a rk, in which Such gift the best and surest.

mockery was mingled with horrors, filth While Fancy strove, with magic glass, with impiety, profligacy with sedition and To raise the scene ideal,

slander. For these offences, I came forward
Still whispered Hope, though this may pass, to arraign him. The accusation was not
The next will sure be real.
Thus many a daring theme

made darkly; it was not insinuated; it was Was forming and undoing,

not advanced under the cover of a review. And still some brighter dream

I attacked him openly in my own name, and Arose upon their ruin.

only not by his, because he had not then

publicly avowed the flagitious production,
Thus, in the fields of wild romance, by which he will be remembered for lasting
I tarried for a season,
But still, at every change and chance,

infamy. He replied in a manner altogether I heard the voice of Reason:

worthy of himself and his cause. Conten"Oh, at some holier, happier shrine, tion with a generous and honourable oppoDevote thy thoughts so ranging;

nent leads naturally to esteem, and probably Whose base is truth and love divine,

to friendship; but next to such an antagoThe fabric never changing. Thy hopes from youth to age,

pist, an enemy like Lord Byron is to be If thou wilt hither guide them,

desired; one who by his conduct in the conThough tempests rise and rage,

test, divests himself of every claim to reSecurely may abide them.”

spect; one whose baseness is such as to

sånctify the vindictive feeling it provokes; I raised my eyes from all beneath,

and upon whom the act of taking vengeance And Hope stood in the portal, She held an amaranthine wreath,

is that of administering justice. I answered And promised life immortal.

him as he deserved to be answered, and the I felt the scene before my view

effect which that answer produced upon his Was more then idle seeming,

lordship, has been described by his faithful And wish and strive to bid adieu To all my days of dreaming.

chronicler, Captain Medwin. This is the Then go, vain dreams, de part,

real history of what the purveyors of scan, Though fonilly loved; I feel it,

dal for the public, are pleased sometimes That, while you soothe the heart,

to announce in their advertisements, as From better things you steal it.

• Byron's Controversy with Southey.' What A. C. H.

there was dark or devilish in it belongs to

his lordship; and had I been compelled to SUMMER MUSINGS.

resume it during his life, he, who played When a languor soft the sense invades,

the monster in literature, and aimed his I stroll alone to the woodland glades,

blows at women, should have been treated And linger in coverts cool and green,

accordingly. “The republican trio,' says Beneath the poplars' beautiful screen.

Lord Byron, 'when they began to publish Then I watch the wavelet that hastens by

in common, were to have had a community To the sea, as time to eternity; And I muse like Jaques, and moralise

of all things, like the ancient Britons-to Ou themes that the silent scene supplies.

have lived in a state of nature, like savaI think, as the river glides away

ges—and peopled some island of the blest, Though banks of wild flowers woo its stay, with children in common, like

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very pretty Arcadian nation!' I may be domes; the magnificent Wladimir, the luxu- John Quin; seven hanks of yarn, the propexcused for wishing that Lord Byron bad rious Bojars, the valiant heroes, and the erty of the widow Scott; and one petticoat published this bimself; but though he is re- bards of those times. The subject of the and one apron, the property of the widoro sponsible for the atrocious falsehood, he is poem, in six cantos, is the carrying off of Gallagher, seized under and by virtue of a not for its posthumous publication. I shall the princess Ljudmilla by the magician levying warrant, for tithe due to the Rev. only observe, therefore, that the slander is Tschernomor, and her deliverance to her John Usher. Dated this 12th day of May, as worthy of his lordship as the scheme it- husband Russlau, a valiant knight. The 1824.” self would have been. Nor would I have plan is adınirable, the execution masterly, condescended to notice it even thus, were and, notwithstanding the numerous charac

CONTINUATION OF LAPLACE'S MECANIQUE it not to show how little this calumniator ters introduced, and the episodes and events knew concerning the objects of his uneasy which cross each other, the narrative is and restless hatred. Mr Wordsworth and I rapid, the characters well drawn, the de.

Those who have read the - Mécanique were strangers to each other, even by name, scriptions animated, and the language ex. Céleste, are aware, that upwards of twenwhen he represents us as engaged in a sa- cellent. Russlau was soon succeeded by ty years ago M. Laplace promised to tertanic confederacy, and we never published " Kaw Koskoi Plennik,” a smaller, though minate this great work by an exposé of the any thing in common.

not less excellent, poem; which describes labours of geometers on the system of the Here I dismiss the subject. It might have the rude manners of the banditti of Cauca- world, and by assigning to each the share been thought that Lord Byron had attain- sus, their mode of life, and the peculiarity which he had contributed towards elucidated the last degree of disgrace, when his of the country and its inhabitants, in the ing its wonderful mechanism. The faithhead was set up for a sign at one of those most lively colours. This poem is gener- ful execution of this task would have im. preparatory schools for the brothel and ally known to the German public, through posed on the illustrious author of the Méthe gallows, where obscenity, sedition, and a masterly translation by M. Wulfert, canique Céleste, the necessity of making blasphemy are retailed in drams for the vul- which is inferior to the original only in very ample acknowledgments to Lagrange, gar. There remained one further shame the inimitable melody of the Russian lan- and it would almost appear that some re. there remained this exposure of his private guage.

pugnance arising out of this conviction had conversations, which has compelled his lord- Puschkin's new poem,“ The Fountain of retarded the completion of this part of his ship's friends, in their own defence, to com- Baktschissarai,” is in many respects superior labours. The name of Laplace occurs only pare his oral declarations with his written to his former productions. The subject is once in the second edition of the Mécanique words, and thereby demonstrate that he was very simple : Ghiraj, Khan of the Crimea, Analytique, a circumstance which seems as regardless of truth as he was incapable in one of his predatory excursions, takes to intimate, that Lagrange had felt some of sustaining those feelings suited to his prisoner a Polish princess, Maria. She is displeasure at the unacknowledged approbirth, station, and high endowments, which in his harem; the charms of the beautiful priation of his investigations and discovesometimes came across his better mind. christian make a deep impression upon the ries. M Laplace is, however, at length ROBERT SOUTHEY." heart of the rude monarch. He forsakes slowly redeeming his pledge in the fifth

his former favourite, Sarema, a passionate volume of his work, which is in a course of RUSSIAN POETRY.

Georgian; she knows indeed that Maria publication. The thirteenth Book, which The young poet Puschkin, has completed persists in rejecting his love, but, tormented has recently appeared, treats on one of the a new production, which, though of no great by jealousy, she murders her innocent rival. most difficult problems in physical astronoextent, surpasses, in the unanimous opinion Ghiraj, inconsolable, sentences the Georgian my, that of the oscillations of the fluids of the critics, all his former productions. to death ; and dedicates to the memory of which cover the planets. The first chapter The title is, “The Fountain of Baktschis. Maria, in a solitary part of his garden, a contains a rapid sketch of the principal sarai ;” and Mr Ponamarew, a bookseller fountain, the cold drops of which, falling, views and discoveries of geometers, on the of Moscow, has given him three thousand even to this day, into the marble bason, re- theory of the tides, from Newton to Laroubles for the copy-right. The poem con- mind feeling hearts of Maria's innocence place. No branch of the history of science tains about six hundred lines, so that five and Ghiräj’s grief, and the young girls in presents more interest, than this view of roubles per line have been paid for it, a the neighbourhood still call it the fountain the progress of mathematical analysis in thing quite unheard of in Russia. Puschkin of tears !

one of the greatest questions of natural is a literary phenomenon, endowed by na

philosophy. It is the peculiar privilege of ture with all the qualifications of an excel

the inventors of the principal theories to lent poet; he has begun his career in a It appears, by a late census of the popu.

show their origin, their difficulties, and manner in which many would be bappy to lation of Ireland, that the number of males their most important features. The anconclude. In his thirteenth year, when he is 3,341,926–of females 3,459,901. Those cient geometry has transmitted to us nothwas still a pupil in the Lyceum at Zarskoe- employed in agriculture are 1,138,069,– ing more exact and beautiful than the few Selo, he composed his first distinguished in trades, manufactures, or handicraft, words by which Archimedes has prefaced poem, "Wospominanie 0 Zarskom Selo,” |1,170,044. Dublin is supposed to contain

his works. Remembrances of Zarskoe-Selo; this piece 227,335. The state of the whole country was, perhaps, too loudly and generally ad- is represented as very precarious. There mired; the boy aimed hence forward only at are now public theological disputations, in the Muses' wreath, and neglected the more which the zeal on each side is quite equal the month of December, in Great Britain,

The number of works published, during scrious studies which are essential to the to the christianity displayed. No doubt, if was sixty-three. The number of distinct poet. However, up to this time, when he each party could for a season enjoy the

volumes, eigbty-one. is about twenty-five years of age, he has pure, unmixed ascendancy of the primitive composed, besides a number of charming times, neither would want a fine crop of little pieces, which have been received with martyrs. The following document is an

LONGWOOD. great approbation by the literary journals, amusing instance of real distress; and in- A late visitor at St Helena, says, that the three more considerable poems, which are dicates pretty well the degree of probabilj- house inhabited by Napoleon in that island real ornaments of the Russ Parnassus; ty which exists for an amelioration in the is now converted into a barn, and that there and what is a particular merit in these days state of feeling upon the subject of re- is actually a threshing machine in the chamof translation, they are quite original. ligion.

ber in which he breathed bis last! Surely The first of them is “ Russlau and Ljud. “ To be sold by public cant, in the town this residence, so much vaunted by Lowe mnilla,” which carries us back into the an- of Ballymore, on Saturday, the 16th instant, and Co., could not bave been very valuable, cient days of chivalry and fable in Russia, one cow, the property of James Scully; one if it is thus considered fit only for such vile and places before us Kiow, with its gilded 'new bed-sheet and one gown, the property of uses.” What a tell-tale time is!

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Elements of Astronomy, illustrated with are in the possession of the editor. "Roswell King, jr. Esq. bas politely sent

Just published, the Poetical Works of Plates, for the use of schools and Acadeus a few specimens oi the beaver's ingenuity, William Wordsworth, complete in four mies, with questions. By John H. Wilvolumes.

kins, A. M. Third Edition. perseverance, and wonderful powers of architecture. These specimens consist in sevThis edition is beautifully and correctly

RECOMMENDATIOMS. eral logs of hard wood, cut by the beaver printed, and afforded at less than half the

Dear Sir, for the construction of a house: one of these price of the London copy.

I have examined your treatise on aslogs measures two feet in length, girts six- Extract from the North American Review. tronomy, and I think that subject is better teen inches, and weighs fourteen pounds ; “ The great distinction and glory of explained, and that more matter is contained this was one of the side logs of the house; Wordsworth's Poetry is the intimate con in this, than any other book of the kind, another of the same girt, is half the length verse which it holds with nature. He sees with which I am acquainted ; I therefore of the former, and was one of the end logs her face to face; he is her friend, her con- cheerfully recommend it to the patronage of the building; the others are smaller, and idential counsellor, her high priest; and of the public. With respect, sir, your obe were used as rafters. It is evident from the he comes from ber inmost temple to reveal dient servant, marks at the ends of them, that they have all to us her mysteries, and unravel those se

WARREN COLBURN. been cut through with the teeth; and cut cret influences which he had always felt, MR. J. H. WILKINS. in a manner so as to lock, when laid upon but bardly understood. It is not merely Boston, 14 June, 1822. each other, the same as logs formed by hu- that he admires her beauties with enthusiman industry for the construction of log- asm, and describes them with the nicest Wilkins' Elements of Astronomy, by houses, so often met with in this state. But accuracy, but he gives them voice, lan- presenting in a concise, but perspicuous and where these animals found strength, or how guage, passion, power, sympathy; he causes familiar manner, the descriptive and physithey raised purchase to lift the logs, is a them to live, breathe, feel. We acknowl. cal branches of the science, and rejecting question that we cannot solve. The house edge that even this has been done by gifted what is merely, mechanical, exhibits to the being two stories high, each story being bards before him; but never so tborougbly student all that is most valuable and intereighteen inches, must have cost no little la. as by him; they lifted up corners of the esting to the youthful mind in this sublime bour to the architects in placing these heavy veil, and he has drawn it. aside; he has department of human knowledge. logs one upon the other. The logs may be established new relationships, and detected

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this goodly universe and the heart of man. The New York Daily Advertiser contains Every person of susceptibility has been Having examined the work above dea short description of a steam-boat, con- affected with more or less distinctness, by scribed, I unite in opinion with Walter R. structed by Mr Perkins, to exhibit the the various forms of natural beauty, and the Johnson concerning its merits. powers of his engine. This description associations and remembrances connected

ROBERTS VAUX. was furnished by a gentleman, lately ar- with them by the progress of a storm, the Philadelphia, 6th Mo. 11, 1823. rived from England, who was a witness of expanse of ocean, the gladness of a sunny the first experiment early in November last. field,

Messrs Cummings, Hilliard, & Co. Its form is long and narrow, to accommo

The silence that is in the starry sky,

Having been partially engaged in giving date it to the Regent's Canal, where it is

The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

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Wordsworth has taught these sentiments years, it has been necessary for me to exIt is seventy-one feet in length, seven feet and impulses a language, and has given amine all the treatises on education which in breadth, and carries twenty-two tons ; it them a law and a rule. Our intercourse came within my reach. Among other treahas an iron paddle at the stern, seven feet with nature becomes permanent; we ac- tises examined, there have been several on in diameter, with wings eighteen inches quire a habit of transferring human feel astronomy. Of these, the “ Elements of Asbroad at the ends; the generator contains ings to the growth of earth, the elements, tronomy, by John H. Wilkins, A. M.,” rethree gallons of water, and the furnace hall the lights

of heaven, and a capacity of re-cently published by you, is, in my opinion, a bushel of coal; the heat is usually raised ceiving rich modifications and improve decidedly the best. I have accordingly inin fifteen minutes; the piston has thirteen ments of those feelings in return. We are troduced it into my Seminary, and find it inches stroke, and the whole engine occu- convinced that there is more mind, more well calculated to answer its intended purpies only one-fifth of the space of one of Watt soul about us, wherever we look, and wher- pose, by plain illustrations to lead young and Bolton's, and weighs only one-fifth as ever we move; and there is--for we have persons to a knowledge of that most interestmuch. With the temperature raised to only inparted both to the material world; there ing science. J. L. BLAKE, one half the proper number of atmospheres, is no longer any dullness or death in our

Principal of Lit. Sem. for Young Ladies. it moved at the rate of six miles an hour.

habitation ; but a sweet music, and an in- Boston, Jan. 5, 1825.
telligent voice, are forever speaking to our

secret ear, and the beauty of all visible All publishers of books throughout the things becomes their joy, and we partake ENGLISH TEACHER AND EXER. United States, are very earnestly requested in it, and gather from the confiding grati

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