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with dust be prevented-taking all these and catalytic action, meaning thereby an action so minor considerations into account, we come 10 slightly chemical as, in the present state of the the conclusion that the effect in question is de science, to be scarcely appreciable.* The atpendent on a chemico-mechanical action, or traction of glass and oxidable metallic plates for what Berzelius has called, catalytic action. No dust, &c., is very great; and is perhaps dedoubt it may be urged against this view, that the pendent on the same cause as their attraction action takes place when the coins and plate are for oxygen. Whether or not, I feel pretty well both heated, and hence quite dry. But this is convinced, after a laborious investigation of the no solid objection, for the adage," Corpora non discovery in question, that it is not of that wonagunt nisi sint saluta,” is not true, as hundrede derful character that Möser and others have of examples in chemistry show. The very fact supposed; nor calculated to alter our ideas of of heat itself increasing the effect is all in favor vision or of the nature of light. On the conof a chemico-mechanical view; for heat in- trary, I think with Fizeau (a short notice only creases the tendency of copper to oxygenation, of whose memoir I have seen) that no effect of and tends also to volatilize any feeble acid mat. any consequence is produced where organic matter on the coins. But again, if it be said the spec- ters are carefully removed by boiling
water and trum rubs off, even when permanent and clearly polishing; for such is perhaps the philosopher's defined (as we have shown), and leaves polished opinion just named, and in as far as our opinions surfaces under it,—this we admit; but still this agree, he has the priority: Begun by a purely surface has suffered an almost imperceptible de catalytic action, it is only continued and degree of oxygenation; for so slowly does this effect veloped in any marvellous degree when those take place, that it is only visible when much ad. circumstances are present that permit it to asvanced, as will be evident to any person who sume a more strictly chemical character. watches the gradual tarnishing of copper plates. Müser's discovery shows that very slight chemmical action is often going on, which has been previously overlooked.
The chief difficulty that occurs to the above view is, that the effect takes place, to a slight
PUNCH'S OSSIAN. extent, on glass; but in all my numerous experiments I have found that the effect is much less on glass than on well polished copper; for MORNING rose on St. Giles's. The sun, strug. in no case has a permanent spectrum been gling through mist, tinged the summits of the made on glass, even by the longest contact.* Seven Dials with the yellow hue of autumn. It will also be remembered, that I found no effect
Sleepless was the wife of M'Finn. Gloom whatever produced on talc. Now the talc hung on her brow. Gone was M'Finn, of the scratches easily, glass of course does not; but light heart. To join his countrymen was he talc is probably less soluble in acids than glass gone. Sacred was the day to Patrick. at least in my trials it did not seem at all acted
Why did gloom darken the brow of the wife on either by nitric, muriatic, or sulphuric. To of his bosom? Supreme in her heart he' reignbe sure, you perceive no effect of these on glass, ed.
Great was her love. Why burst the sigh but it does not seem impossible but that some from her lips ?very slight effect takes place, and that the alkali is
Hearken. very seebly acted on, as glass is a compound body.
By her not unseen was his danger.-Bereft Contact, at all events, may be presumed to have was the wall of his blackthorn. His tongue was an influence on the affinities of one of its ele- swift, careless his heart, and his arm strong. ments, whether there be even the slightest de- Neither was his soul patient of wrong. gree of decomposition or not. Now this influ
-A vision wraps her. On her spirit gathers ence is the catalytic influence; for it has been darkness. She foresees evil.-Is it M'Finn shown above, that without actual contact, and they bear lifeless to his habitation ?-Her breast when all dust is kept off, neither silver nor cop-heaves sighs. Her hair streams loose on the per, even at the one-twentieth of an inch from winds She shrieks! She swoons ! the glass plate, produce any effect, though kept there ninety-six hours. (See section 4, of heat
Pledged was MʻFinn to Matthias to drink generally, end). In consequence of this slight the purling stream.-Loud was the laughter of alteration in affinity, the parts of glass which his friends. Broken was his pledge.Thrice have been in contact some time with coins or
was the cup filled to the brim. "Thrice raised to other substances, condense the breath differ- his lips. Thrice was it returned empty. His ently from those parts which have not: hence spirits rose. Loudly rang his laughter through the spectrum.
the Hall. The effect of glass, supposing it not susceptible of a gradual change by the action of air simi- * In coming to this conclusion I have not forlar lo oxidation, is rather in favor of the spec- gotten another difficulty, viz., why a well polished trum depending on a mechanical than a chem- and boiled copper coin produces a spectrum on copical action. I have in consequence ascribed | per plate. The effect, even when continued an the effect to a mechanico-chemical action, or a
hour or two at a heal of 160°, is very slight, and I found it to disappear entirely by twice breathing
on the plate. Contact, then, of the same metal * A. permanent spectrum has been proved (see SLIGATLY modifies chemical properties ; such on the experiments) to be bui a higher degree of an eva present view is the inference to be drawn from this
1843.] ANNUAL RHENISH MUSICAL FESTIVAL.—THE WORDS OF FAITH, ETC.
411 His lips were opened:
THE WORDS OF FAITH.
From the Dublin University Magazine.
“ Drei Worte nenn' ich euch inhaltschwer." thers to repress his swelling spirit? Is he Vailed in three words a solemn meaning lies, alone, that they heed him not? And despised, And though men's lips those words oftrimes im. that they do not regard him ? M'Finn throws
part, down his hat on the earth, cold as marble; is yet not from outward things do they arise, there no one to kick it? His coat, and will no And he who knows them learns them from his one iread on it ?—Is glory departed from Erin ?
heart. Are her sons cowards ?
Man would of every virtue be bereaved, --Speaking, his rolling orbs flashed fire. Sore If these three words should be no more bewas his spirit moved.
lieved. --Arose O'Flaherty of the auburn locks.
“ Ye sons of Erin !-Sons of the sea-girt Man is created free, and he is free, emerald !- Are we cowards ?-Shall the cur
Though born in chains where stern oppression snarl, and we not spurn it ?—The wasp sting; Let not the people's clamors weigh with thee,
rules. and be not crushed ?-Shame to M'Finn! and
Nor the wild outbreaks of misguided fools : wooden shoes to his children !".
Fear the rude slave who rends his bonds in -He spoke. And the gathering storm twain, broke forth in Thunder. Lightoing flashed from But fear not him who never felt the chain. opposing eyes.--Grasped was the shillelah, and the threatening arm extended.-In equal bands And virtue lives—it is no empty name ; the sons of Erin form around their chiefs. Still by its light we shape our wanderings, Their souls are kindled.—The hall resounds and though our stumbling footsteps miss its aim, with fearful crash of arms.-Like the hill- Yet do we strive for high and holy things streams, roaring down,--the fierce blows of M'- Hid from the wise-its power unseen, unFinn descends.--Frequent as hail-stones are
known the blows he wards.-Stout is his heart; de
It dwells in child-like liearts, and in those spising danger - The walls, re-echoing groans,
hearts alone! are sprinkled with the blood of the brave.-Hot is the fury of the battle !
There is a God! there lives a holy will, Fast fall the mighty. One by one they fall.
Although our hearts are wandering and weakOverpowered, the friends of M'Finn retreat,
High over time and space heedless of the voice of their leader.-Turning
And bids us after high and holy things to seek.
Eternal change on all things is imprest, to rally them, a treacherous blow brings him to
But o'er eternal change that will exists in rest ! the earth.
Guard well these words !-in them deep meaning Sounds of mirth and misery, wo and gladness, fill the hall; groans and rejoicing.
Let men from lip to lip those words impart ;
Yet not from outward things do they arise, The wailing is for M'Finn.-Charivari.
And he who knows them learns them from his
heart. Man of his virtues ne'er can be bereaved, While those three words are steadfastly be. lieved !
ANNUAL Rhenish Musical FESTIVAL.—The great annual Rhenish Musical Festival is to be held this year at Aix-la-Chapelle, on the 4th and 5ın of next month. Upwards of fifteen hundred performers will be assembled on the occasion. The program- CARICATURES.—There is a new artist and hume will include, First day, a Magnificat by Du- morist in the field, or we are mistaken. Here we rant; Mozart's symphony in G minor, and Han- have an etching, by “ Pam,” of Sir Robert as an del's oratorio of " Samson." Second day-the Income Tax collector presenting his demand to “Sinfonia Eroica” of Beethoven ; an unpublished the keeper of a china shop, who significantly, but psalm, by M. Reisseger (under whose direction the with savage resolution not to be shaken, bids him performances will take place); a hymn by Cheru. "Take it out in China.” The very crockery seems bini ; another by Volger ; and the overture to to threaten, and a brace of brandy-flasks in the “Les Francs Juges,” by M. Berlioz. This eccen. form of pistols are ominous of the issue. The state tric composer, by the way, is exciting a sensation of trade and circumstances are cleverly intimated in the Prussian capital.' A second concert at by the accessories—the spiders have woven their which some of his works have been performed, webs in places which good ale should have moist. seeming to have been more successful than his ened-the ugly "mugs” grin at the collector-a first. Our next news from Berlin will probably little Staffordshire poodle has turned his back on a tell us of the first performance of the “Medea" of Staffordshire Wellington, and looks unutterable Euripides, with Mendelssohn Bartholdy's choruses. things—even a China jar has a history on the face --Atheneum.
"Where are your books ?—that light bequeath'd From the Dublin University Magazine.
To beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
"You look round on your mother earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birih,
And none had lived before you ! What a glorious day it is! Talk not to me of Italian skies
'One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply: dor:” But give me the broken clouds of a June day,
"The eye-it cannot choose but see; sailing about in the blue depths of the sublime,
We cancot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where'er they be, yet lovely sky. How deliciously clear and fresh
Against, or with our will. the air is, as one sits somewhat in the shade, looking forth upon those tall elms, whose tops Nor less I deem that there are powers are swayed backward and forward as the sum- Which of themselves our minds impress; mer breeze rises and falls. What strange, wild, That we can feed this mind of ours pleasing fancies come into the mind as one gazes
In a wise passiveness. upon these graceful undulations, not unaccom
"Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum panied with a gentle murmur of the leaves !
Of things for ever speaking, But is not this shocking idleness?
Tbat noihing of itself will come, "Have you nothing better to do than loll like But we must still be seeking ? an idiot upon that garden chair in the portico, looking apparently at nothing, and sometimes
• Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, closing your eyes as if you invited sleep? Is
Conversing as I may, this a way in which a rational being should
I sit upon this old gray stone,
And dream my time away.'” spend his time in this enlightened age--anage of unexampled activity-an age of steam-an age “The verse goes very smoothly and musicalof railroads—an age to make idleness ashamed ly,” said my aunt; “but I am not sure that I of itself—an age--consider the ant, thou slug- understand it.” gard, consider her—"
“'Tis as easy as possible," said I; “only you “My dear aunt, I do consider you very much, must consider it for a little Wordsworth's poand I do think you have the most comfortable etry is intended for persons who have some chairs, and such a charming view from your powers of reflection, and who exercise those portico."
powers; and therefore, my dear aunt, it is espe“Come, come, my good friend, no playing cially fitted for you.” upon words; really it is a shame to see how “Well, then, if you will lend me the book," some young people do dream their time away; “It is here: I have it in my pocket, and you shall and yet you are not so young neither. Did you read it at your leisure; but listen now to two or not tell me you had never had time to read Wil- three stanzas more, which, I am sure, you will berforce's Call to the Unconverted? I can tell understand readily :-) you where you will find the book.”
" Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: 56 Thank you, my dear aunt; but may I ask,
Come, hear the woodland linnet; did you ever read Wordsworth?"
How sweet his music! On my life, “ Wordsworth? No: but I have heard read
There's more of wisdom in it. something of his; he wrote poetry, did he not ?"
“Why, yes, my dear aunt, he certainly did. " And hark! how bright the throstle sings! There are some 'poets' by name and common He, too, is no mean preacher: report, of whom I should be cautious of saying
Come forih into the light of things; that they had written poetry; but you may
draw Let nature be your teacher. upon Wordsworth with certainty. He is as good “She has a world of ready wealth, as the bank.”
Our minds and hearts to bless“Well, that may be ; but what has that to do
Spontaneous wisdom, breathed by health, with the matter? I was speaking to you of ac- Truih breathed by cheerfulness. tivity and Wilberforce's book."
"One impulse from a vernal wood “Now, my good aunt, sit you down beside me
May ieach you more of man, in that tranquil and placid mood which becomes
Of moral evil, and of good, you so well, though it pleases you to repeat the
Than all the sages can. praises of activity; sit you there, and inhale the odors of the honeysuckle, which twines so de- "Enough of science and of art; lightfully about that pillar, while I chant for you Close up the barren leaves: a stave. Yes, that is a very good listening atti
Come forth, and bring wilh you a heart
Thal watches and receives." tude, so now attend. "Why, William, on that old gray stone,
“ This, my dear aunt, is excellent: it is not a Thus for the length of half a day,
mere diversion of the spirits with a picture of Why, William, sit you thus alone,
pleasing natural scenes; but it is instruction of And dream your time away?
ihe best kind, save one, that can be given to ra
tional and reflective beings. For next to the have thought of seeking for myself; but when study of divine things, whereby the mind is in- Plato was in the case, it was, as you will admit, formed by direct beams of light from the great a very different matter. The good lady, howsource of all intelligence and goodness, what so ever, applauded not, for by this time she was in excellent as to be taught, and not only taught, a profound and tranquil slumber. but led on and assisted, as it were, by the pleasing images and soothing cadences of poetry, to gather a theory of moral sentiments from nature I had almost forgotten my motto from Coleherself, and all her forms of loveliness and shows ridge, which would have been unpardonable. of beauty? I allow that you may gather a very Did ever four short lines bring the lovelinessagreeable and not altogether unphilosophical the tranquil, balmy, soothing loveliness of a theory of moral sentiments from the book of summer's night--a night far away from the noise Adam Smith on that very subject; but I own, and artificial glare of the town--more distinctly that for myself I can read no book of his without before the mind ? How beautiful is night! But some associations of disgust, arising from the use hear Southey upon this point. The man is gone which has been made by the dull, the heartless, down into the grave, but the voice of the poet and the covetous, of his treatise on the wealth of still rings through the earth with its rich and nations. Moreover, I do believe that, to confess stately ione. the truth, the man was little less an infidel than his friend Hume, and therefore shut out from "How beautiful is night! such knowledge and such sympathy as most as- A wy fresliness fills the silent air; suredly are necessary fully to develop the theo- No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, ry of moral sentiments. But to return from this
Breaks the serene of heaven; digression, and 10 apply our minds more directly Rolls through the dark blue depths.
In full-orb'd glory, yonder moon divine to the instruction which the verses I have repeat
Beneath her steady ray, ed are so well calculated to convey, only ima
The desert-circle spreads gine, my dear aunt, how very many impressions Like the round ocean girdled with the sky! of beauty and of truth (or both in one, for truth How beautiful is night!" is beautiful, and beauty rejoices in the open sunshine and undisguisedness of truth)-only ima- This is a majestic picture-"Pure as the gine how abundantly such impressions might naked heavens, majestic, free!" How oft has be conveyed to the soul, if we only went forth one witnessed' such upon the nights in June, properly prepared: that is to say, with awaken- vainly endeavoring however to give form of ed hearts, or, as in the words of the poet, with a expression to the impressions of pure and losty heart that watches and receives. True it is that beauty which crowded upon one's heart, till the great mass of mankind—and womankind, my even tears essayed to express what one's powdear aunt, must, I fear, be included-true it is, ers of language could not. This is the fate of that they pass through the world, and all the those who, having at least some glimpses of“ the things of utility, and beauty, and instructiveness vision and the faculty divine,” are yet wanting which nature provides, as if they were deaf and in “the accomplishment of verse.” But it was blind. They may see and hear with their cor- not of this I meant to speak; it was of Coleridge's poreal senses; but with respect to natural truth, exquisite allusion to the June night amid the as well as to divine, it may be affirmed of them, silence of the woods and the murmurings of the that seeing, they see not, and hearing, they do brook. You have read the “Ancient Mariner," not understand. They pass on without taking I suppose, from which the lines are taken. If notice. Their eyes may be very good, but they you have not, read it by all means at the first are afficted (though they do not know it) with leisure opportunity. I do not mean any halfblindness of the heart. They have not "a heart leisure snatch of time in the midst of disturbing that watches and receives;" and without that, avocations. You are not to read the Ancient they walk in vain through the sunshine and the Mariner as you would a smart article in a newsshade: the dews of the morning bring no refresh- paper. You are not to put it in your bag with ment to their souls, and the solemnities of night the hope of reading it at the Four Courts, bebring no elevation to their thoughts. This is the tween the cause of A. versus B., and that of E. truth with regard to them; but as I have said, versus F., neither C. nor D. being your client. they know it not, neither do they conceive for á No; this is truly a wild and wondrous tale, moment the depth of their loss. This is the enough to set your brains on end, if not your common condition of ignorance; for, as Plato hair, for a good hour or so at the least, and the says-(you have heard of Plato, my dear aunt, more you are alone in reading it the better. It though you cannot imagine how beautifully he is a thing to think upon I promise you. All the wrote, unless you learn Greek, which you may men of the ship die around the ancient mariner, do, for Cato learned Greek after he was sixty, but for his sin and his suffering he lives on. At and Mrs. Carter, though an Englishwoman, was last the dead that lie around begin to work the a very good Grecian)--for, as Plato says, "Nor ship like living men, though animated by other do the ignorant philosophize, for they desire not souls than had before belonged to those bodies:to become wise; for this is the evil of'ignorance, that he who has neither intelligence nor virtue,
“ The helmsman steered, the ship moved on,
Yet never a breeze up blew; nor delicacy of sentiment, imagines that he pos
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, sesses all those things sufficiently.” Here I Where they were wont to do ; looked up to my respectable relative for some They raised iheir limbs like liseless tools, applause--applause which I trust I should not We were a ghasily crew.
“ The body of my brother's son
glass of the undiluted "native" in these parts. Stood by me knee to knee;
There is nothing stronger than sherry or ten The body and I pulled at one rope,
year old ale in the house, if you were to die for But he said naught to me.
it. But stay, there is I know a large bottle of 16 1 fear thee, ancient mariner,'
castor-oil kept for the occasional physicing of the Be calm thou wedding guest,
village. It shall be ordered up to your bed-room, 'Twas not those souls that fied in pain,
and you may take a hearty pull if you find things Which to their corses came again,
going wrong. You may smile, but there is a But a troop of spirits blest.
grim look at the end of your smile, which satis
fies me that you are aware of the wisdom of my " For when it dawn'd, they dropp'd their arms, And clustered round the mast ;
precaution. As for me, I take the fruit after the Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, manner of an epicure--just a slight sprinkle of And from their bodies pass'd.
powdered sugar to bring out the Aavour, and
ihen a glass of fair water. In this way you im" Around, around, flew each sweet sound, bibe the true fragrant flavor of the strawberry, Then darted to the sun;
but then you must proceed leisurely, and ponder Slowly the sounds came back again,
upon the taste. li you gobble up your strawNow mixed, now one by one.
berries, craunching them as a hungry donkey " And now 'twas like all instruments,
does thistle-tops, or as if you feared some one else Now like a lonely flute,
might get a second helping before you, you neAnd now it is an angel's song,
ver can have any correct notion either of the That makes the heavens be mute.
profound strength, or of the delicacy of senti
ment, which are bound up with the true and pro"It ceased; yet still the sails made on,
perly-tasted flavor of the strawberry.
Eheu! fugaces labuntur anni. One's feelings That to the sleeping woods all night,
are not what they were; but still June is as Singeth a quiet tune.”
beautiful as ever, though we may regard it difThe sleeping woods! I never heard them snore, different associations, and for so far its character
serently. Our admiration is not less, but it has but I'll be sworn I have seen them in their dusky has changed. We observe more carefully than slumbers, and felt as it were the heavy breath- in the days of old, because in all things we are ings of their sleep. And who that has ever
more calm. lived beyond the region of gas lamps and granite pavements, but must have paused now and " And so I dare to hope, then on a June night, in pensive admiration, to Though changed no doubt from what I was when listen to the voice of the brook, down hidden first among over-hanging trees, murmuring away for I came among these hills; when like a roe ever and ever its quiet tune as summer's quiet I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides influence prevails ? Maiden of the downcast of the deep rivers and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man eyes (for which thou art forgiven in considera. Flying from something that he dreads, than one tion of the rich fringes of thy silken eye-lashes Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then thus more fully revealed), blush not that I call to (The coarser pleasure of my boyish days thy remembrance such a scene, or that thy heart and their glad animal movements all gone by) was softened by it to the confession of a trem- To me was all in all. I cannot paint bling emotion, that no pleading would have What I then was. The sounding cataract wrung from thee in the broad light of day. And Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, dost thou remember how the low rich trembling The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, tones of thy voice harmonized with the scene, An appetite ; a feeling and a love,
Their colors and their forms were then to me the hour, the distant murmur of the brook, even That had no need of a remoter charm, more than that of the nightingale itself, whose By thought supplied, or any interest notes at intervals rang through the woods with Unborrowed from the eye.' That time is past, flute-like sound ?
And all its aching joys are now no more, But who is that that calls, and our names too? And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Listen! Thomas, to tell us that the strawber- Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts ries and cream are mixed, and that we are wait- Have followed, for such loss, I would believe. man, that eatest! Think you that you have pos; of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes ed for. Delightful repast--yet have a care, o Abundant recompense. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour sessed yourself
of the stomachs of one calf and The still sad music of humanity, of five thousand snails ? for how else do you ex- Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power pect to digest a quart of cream, and the first to chasten and subdue. And I have felt fruits of a whole wilderness of strawberries ? A presence that disturbs me with the joy Milk undoubtedly does agree, for the most part, of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime with calves, even though taken in large quanti- of something far more deeply interfused, ties, and I have never heard of an army of snails Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, having to send for the surgeon of the forces on And the blue sky, and
in the mind of man;
And the round ocean and the living air, account of a surseit of strawberries. But nor A motion and a spirit that impels calves nor snails could take the mixture you are All thinking things, all objects of all thought, now taking without great danger, nor can you. And rolls through all things. Therefore I am still In vain will you seek to make all sure with a | A lover of the meadows and the woods