It was an after-thought with me to draw a comparison between these villages and our American towns, for there was nothing to make me think of it at the time. The houses were as closely built as those of a city, and the streets as narrow and uncomfortable. There was no neat and tasteful mansion which might be the residence of the lawyer, the physician, or the clergyman, and there was not a single brushed coat or tidy gown in the street, to discountenance the universal poverty and slovenliness. * * * * go see the catacombs too, sir, where all the Christians the men I saw looked capable of making a chair running up to us with her hair flying. She is not pained at the discord between these lovely or a window-shutter, or even of putting a new but my sister either, but the daughter of my mother-in-sisters, which he is compelled to witness ton on his door. The streets had once been paved, law. Her name is Maria-I am Teresa-Ah, Ma- week after week in the exercises of public but the stones generally lay loose in the dust, and ria! Where have you been to get your cheeks so did more harm than good. Now and then we pass-red? Come here and put on your bonnet.' But worship. We do not suppose that every ed the high walls of some forbidden ground, the pre- the bright-eyed little girl refused and resisted, from one has been sensible of this disagreement; mises of a petty title-bearer, or the garden of some mere excess of spirits; and though more wild and for it is an evil of so long standing, that it is convent; but every thing was concealed except the roguish, was quite as good natured as her sister. accounted in a manner necessary, and passtops of the nearest trees, and nothing but the own- There, signor, you see what a trouble she is: she ed by as a matter of course without notice ers and the birds could conjecture at what they con- won't mind me. She is very bad [cattiva,] do you tained. not think so?-But would not you like to or care. But it may well be regretted that in and see the church, sir? You will find the chapel of it should be so; for if, instead of uniting San Fabiano, and that of San Sebastiano over his hymns and tunes at random, as is now own tomb. Oh, they are very beautiful. You can done, pains were always taken to adapt the were buried; and if brother Luigi were only here expression and style of the one to the oth-I'll ring the bell, and then he'll come back, ander, and to regard the sentiment in the pertell you a great deal about them. He knows all formance, it is very certain that the psalthe chapels, and the statues and the pictures, and mody, which now is so much a mere relaxawhere the Christians used to pray under ground, tion, or a beautiful exhibition, or perhaps a and bury the martyrs.' wearisome noise, would become as attractI was too much in haste, and contented myself ive as eloquent speaking, and do as much with a hasty glance at the interior of the church, without waiting for the catacombs to be opened, to accomplish the purposes of religious worconcerning which my book confirmed the words of ship. my little friend. As I came out she asked me for some money, though with a downcast look and an actual blush, which, on account of their rarity, speedily atoned for a specimen of that avarice far more common in this country. How can you ask me for any thing,' said I, when you have nine large oxen like those, and I have not one, and never had any.' Please to bear in mind, signor,' she answered, coming nearer with her needle pointed at me- Please to bear in mind that they are not my tleman who leaves them with us to be taken care of, and pays us very little for it. Giuseppe lives in Rome. My house [casa mia] is only a little way from here. Will you go and see it? Come, I will show it you. Thank you, signor-But if you don't give Maria a baiocch' too, I am afraid she will cry.' Maria did indeed begin to look sorrowful, and was set herself to weeping-but she could not dissemjust about to cry-or, as Teresa expressed it, to ble, and broke out in a broad laugh, while Teresa bade me 'addio' with a sweet smile." No one indeed, can cast the most hasty glance about him, without being convinced that the state of society is entirely different from that among ourselves, and so different as to make him doubt what sort of change would ultimately prove most beneficial to the country. The people are ignorant and poor. Under the present (that is the late) state of things, they will always remain so. Overthrow the moral oppression of the priesthood and the political oppression of the lords, and you will make it possible for them to improve. But what sort of government should be established in the mean time. There must be an interval, and a long Mr Willard, in his preface and hymns, aims at precisely this object; a most commendable and important one. And if his poetical genius were equal to his judgment and taste, we should say that he had made, not only a most original, but a most valuable book. The hymns are all written by himself; and as no man ever yet has writone too, between the establishment of a new and oxen. They belong to Giuseppe [Joseph], a gen- our readers of course will not be surprised ten a hundred and fifty-eight good hymns, better system, and the securing of that system by a proportionate improvement in the people. It must be a government which will not only protect the lives, the property, and the independence of its subjects, but which will improve their minds and their habits. Now in what proportion should be mingled the ordinary elements of a supreme power? tion for some time yet to come, if we may judge The people will make but a sorry figure at legislafrom their appearance when at their daily occupations; and will the monarchical or the aristocratical branch of the national tree cherish and protect the infant shoot, for the express purpose of allowing it to rise high above and overshadow themselves? This has not been the inclination usually shown by them in other countries, but it must be so here, or, for aught I can see, the Neapolitan people are likely to gain little by this revolution." We have hardly room for more extracts, but think it due to our author, to show how he writes when upon less sombre subjects. "As the old priest had now gone away, the little girl walked slowly towards me, looking by turns at the cattle and the stranger, and knitting very sedately. Is this the church of St Lorenzo, little girl? Signor si, [yes sir,] will you go in and see it? Shall I go and call brother Luigi back? No, no, I have no time to spare-You have some fine oxen yonder. Yes, sir, they are very good and quiet. They let me take care of them, and do eve The work appears to have been written hastily and carelessly; the style is unequal and sometimes bad. There are passages of true eloquence, and others where the attempt is too obvious and the success not very decided. The plates, although mere outlines, are not only ornamental but useful, and it would be well if the fashion of appending such engravings to books of travels should become prevalent. We have found the want of an index of contents troublesome, and suggest to the author to add one when his work comes to a second edition,—which we think he has good right to expect. ry thing I tell them, although I am a little girl. Regular Hymns, on a great variety of Evan gelical Subjects and Important Occasions, There are only nine now; the other has gone away more expressive and affecting. That this is at being told that these are not all good. Many of them are excellent; but as a collection, we fear they want that richness, beauty, and melody of composition, which are essential, in this age of poetic refinetention. The spirit of profound piety and ment, to draw a large share of public atardent religious feeling which pervade them, and their correct language and strong expression, will be sufficient recommendation to devout readers; and we hope will interest them in the design for which they are composed. The main point, as we understand it, which our author would secure, is this: that in any given hymn the stanzas should all be formed on the same model, and adapted to the same tune; so that the modulation of no line in the poetry should contradict that of the music. This looks like a very reasonable proposition; and some may fancy it like soberly laying down the maxim, that if a man have six coats they ought all to fit him. It is in fact a parallel proposition; and yet, self-evident as it may be, it in practice. Nay, so much are we govit never has been thought absurd to deny erned by custom, that we quietly bear to hear fine verses matched to tunes, which they as ill fit as the armor of Goliath the youthful limbs of David. The system may be better understood by ples of hymns. The 158th is adapted to our musical readers from one or two examthe tune of Arundel; well known as having a pause in the middle of the third line, which always interrupts the sense of the verse, and sometimes divides words asunder. The following hymn, though of course it is putting a strong case, will do more than a volume of argument to show the absurd manner in which tunes have been frequently tied to unsuitable verses, and the advanta- "1 Far from the world we now retire, 2 Author of all the countless worlds, 3 Under those eyes, which never close, 4 Soon as the sun with new-born rays, Source of all light-Beam on our sight, And bless our waking eyes." Let the same experiment be made with the following, designed for the tune of Blendon. We are sure that the exact mutual adaptation of music to metre will be felt to give a new beauty to the tune, and added expression to the verse. "1 Infinite God-thy glorious name- To form their minds rightly, they should have descriptions of such things as actually exist, and not learned discussions, nor abstract speculations, nor imperfect rudiments of sciences, which cannot yet be learned. Whoever considers how limited their knowledge is, will easily believe that they are incapable even of increasing it by many, if not most, of the lessons which compose their books for reading. by the writers of songs, and therefore can- none. We think Mr Willard has done a great 2 Great is the Lord-whose sovereign sway-good service in calling attention to this The sun-and moon-and stars obey; 3 Wisdom belongs to him alone, To whom our every thought is known; These examples may prove that one great cause of the ill adaptation of tunes, is to be found in the careless manner in which the hymns have been constructed. Mr Willard's hymns are composed for certain tunes; but most poetry of this sort has been written without any regard to tunes. Poets have forgotten that they were writing for music; and not only for music, but for that of a very peculiar character. Now it certainly is absurd, to keep out of view the express object for which the composition is designed. That object ought, in all reason, to determine the character of the composition; the form of expression should be accommodated to this, just as much as to the rhyme. Various licenses may be given to him who writes what is to be read, which cannot be claimed by him who writes what shall be sung. When he writes for a tune, he subjects himself to further restrictions, he agrees to conform to the paces of its movements; he puts on, as it were, another chain, and if he cannot walk so gracefully in these additional fetters, let him cease to write for singers, and be content to have only readers. To all that we have heard alleged, or which might be alleged, respecting the restraints thus imposed, and the difficulties and impossibilities thus created, there is this sufficient reply; that they are submitted to subject, and are glad of the opportunity Conversations on Common Things; or Guide Ir is not easy to say of what this little The selection of topics in this work, is, general, judicious; the style has but few faults, and those are inconsiderable. In such descriptions it is impossible to avoid the use of many names and terms which cannot be found in a dictionary. The author generally explains them, but he has given the scholar no means for determining their proper pronunciation. ishes its value as a school book; but it will still be highly interesting and instructive as a book for domestic reading. This dimin There is a still more formidable objection to its use in schools. Conversations between a teacher and a pupil are not suitable for study. Children very soon become unwilling to read simple questions, or remarks that are made merely for the sake of obtaining replies. It is awkward for one scholar to read the whole, and if two are engaged, they do not converse as equals, and are not satisfied. After the first perusal of the book, nearly all children will regard the questions as tedious; and even at first, most readers who are not absolutely infantile, would prefer simple descriptions, in which the subjects were regularly announced by sections and chapters. Written discourse requires a kind of dignity which is inconsistent with many things that are allowed in the freedom and familiarity of conversation. No one wishes to read the common expressions of fondness, which pass between a mother and her daughter, nor the full detail of their conversations on any subject. But in this work the author whole in its natural style. Still, we have seems to have taken great pains to give the no hesitation in saying, that the book is valuable in its present form; and we sincerely hope that the author will be encouraged to give us another edition on a plan better adapted to the use of schools. Evening Entertainments, or Delineations of the Manners and Customs of Various Nations. By J. B. Depping. Third Edition. Philadelphia, 1821. 12mo. pp. 260. IN our review of Worcester's Sketches, we took occasion to recommend works of this character, as highly deserving of more attention than they receive. We are gratified with finding another before the public, which, though less elaborate in its construction, and less classical, is well adopted to its purpose. It embraces that part of the information contained in the Sketches, which is peculiarly suited to children; but there are few persons who would not be entertained and instructed by reading it. The style is familiar and interest ing, the descriptions are comprehensive and just, and the morality is amiable and correct. It purports to be an English work; and it contains the following notice from the London Monthly Review. "We are told by a Mr Depping, that he proposes to unfold all the advantages with which the teaching of Geography is capable of furnishing parents and instructers of youth; and in pursuance of this plan, he has written a series of conversations, which an intelligent father is supposed to describe to his children every thing remarkable which he has learned or observed in the course of his travels. The dialogues therefore impart so much general knowledge and amusing information, that we think MISCELLANY. LORD BACON AND THE NORTH AMERICAN In the last number of the North Ameri- "It belongs to experience to furnish the princi- But if the the learned had used before, but which had wrought out so little for the benefit and improvement of man. It sounds strangely to our ears, that he was not justified in so calling it; for it appears to us not only without one single feature in common with that, to which its name contrasts it, but as containing more original views with reference to extended and elevated education, than all the previous writings on that subject put together. It is not however a new idea that Aristotle had anticipated the Chancellor, in setting forth the method and the uses of Induction. We have seen this repeatedly the author has not only established his proposition, light of perception fails us, all science fails with stated before; but Mr Stewart, in his last but has produced a very entertaining and valuable book for children." We fully concur in this commendation, and should think the work deserving of more critical attention, were it an American production, or one very recently published in our own country. it. We derive our conclusions either from induc tion or demonstration. By induction we ascend "It is curious to see how little the speculations Mental Improvement; or the Beauties and of subsequent inquirers, up to the present day, have Wonders of Nature and Art. In a proceeded beyond the positions here taken. In the Series of Instructive Conversations.- extracts from Aristotle we find the Baconian theoBy Priscilla Wakefield. 8vo. Philadel-y of induction, as clearly stated, as it could have been by the illustrious Chancellor himself, and we phia. can hardly justify him in calling this method a new one, Novum Organum, in opposition to the Organon, or method of Aristotle, which was the name given by the Stagyrite to his work on logic." The article containing this, is in the main excellent,-very able and amusing,and reputed to be as it evidently is-from the pen of one of our finest and most fortunate scholars. But the above remarks of his may lead his readers into two or three mistakes,-and, unless we greatly deceive ourselves, they contain one error in particular, which is of no small consequence to the History of Philosophy,the noble theme on which he is writing. For this reason we wish to make a few comments upon them. If it can ever be our business to take notice of errors, it is when they are found in so good company as they are here. THIS is still another work, somewhat resem- We expressed in a previous number our opinion of the writings of Mrs Wakefield. The style of the work before us is not equal to "Instinct Displayed," but it has no great faults; and in every other respect, the work is excellent. The printing and paper of this edition are disgraceful. We repeat, that all works of this kind should be executed in a handsome style; and that parents need then never believe that their children will prefer the gossiping fooleries with which they are now so liberally supplied. volume on the Mind, has refuted it so fully, the subject, that we are a little surprised without saying half he might have said on to see it again,- and from such a quarter. It is indeed matter of surprise to us, whence On which the reviewer makes these re- such an opinion could have arisen at first, marks. and how it can hold ground for a moment with those, who know any thing about the writings of the two great masters before us. Bacon's Induction forms the whole It is with him a science body of his work. and a system. This single purpose is always before him throughout;-and we know no work among all the elementary aids of education out of mathematics, and hardly excepting these, where the leading object is pursued and taught so directly and exclusively, in such admirable order, and with so great a variety of principles entirely new, and of thoughts and designs entirely original,-to say nothing now of the bold yet unassuming style of its execution,-as this most important art of finding out infallibly the great general laws of nature is, in the Novum Organum of Bacon. But, in running over all the pages of Aristotle, we have fallen on only one chapter,-which may be comprised in a score of lines like these,-on the subject of Induction, and the perusal of this is enough for us. He turns Induction into a syllogism of course; and his object here is to explain its form, and show how it differs from other syllogisms, and that it is much less conclusive than these, though it may appear more plain and familiar to us at first. We had this done into English for the satisfaction of our readmust see at a glance its entirely new char- ers, but its technical phraseology would be acter. If Aristotle has indeed taught us unintelligible without too much explanathe art of reasoning,-Bacon has taught us tion, and we must therefore keep it back. an infinitely more useful art,-that of col- There is really not a single principle, nor lecting the materials for reasoning. If the even a trace of Bacon in it beyond its former has put together a profound philoso- name. It is true he borrowed this, and so phy of language, and traced out its various he did many other of his terms, from the applications, as an instrument of thought School logic;-but, as Mr Stewart has and study as well as of communication, and shown, he gave them very different meanthe etymology of its common title, logic, ings, and he frequently declares and exmay perhaps indicate this,-Bacon, on the plains this himself. Thus, for example, he other hand, pointed to the philosophy of often used the word "Forms"-subtle things things, and made man "the interpreter indeed in a Schoolman's mind,-for "the of nature,”—and taught him to analyze laws of nature,” and what is more to our and digest into a code that great body purpose, he says expressly of Induction, of her laws, which, since his time, it has that "it must be presented and studied been the business of the practical scholar under a new shape," and that "we have to administer and apply. He called his its name alone, but its power and use work a "New Engine," in opposition to have as yet been totally unnoticed." It is that intricate machine of words, which no small confirmation of these remarks, that the learned enthusiast, Dr Gillies, who has analyzed and translated the best part of Aristotle's works, and who seems disposed to find in them the seeds of every great modern discovery, has hinted at no such resemblance between his Organon and the Novum Organum of Bacon, though he frets and is very indignant at the Chancellor for not treating the Stagyrite with candour. to the workshop of the artificer,-and tachment he may have for her, by taking If Aristotle had indeed " as clearly stated the Theory of Induction" as is said, it would have been more fully developed long Nor is a single doubt raised in our minds before it was. His authority must have by the extract from De Gerando. We made it popular at once. He had more have been unable to obtain his History, and sway in the republic of letters, if it could know not what he himself thinks on this be called so under his reign, than his royal subject, nor whether he offers any more in pupil had in Macedon. Never, indeed, did support of his reviewer's remarks. He may mere man rise to the rank of making his have taken some insulated passages from opinions so emphatically law, peremptory Aristotle, and mingled his own inferences and conclusive, as did the preceptor of with them, as we are very apt to do when we Alexander. If then he taught the right represent the opinions of another, and thus method so clearly, why did not his followmade him express ideas, that he never imag-ers adopt it? and why were not its effects ined nor dreamed of himself. If the above on science visible? Why did not natural extract, however, is all, it is absolutely philosophy and the useful arts then spring nothing; and, taking it for an exact trans-up and flourish? and now, while they date lation, it casts not the slightest shade upon their birth comparatively a few years since, our argument.* It refers at best to that they might have run back their genealogy "simple enumeration" which Bacon calls for ages, and brought us down an inherit"puerile and precarious," or that “mere ance rich indeed. Happy would it have naked observation," which he says is "like been for man, if it had been so. The accugroping by night." That experience is the mulated capital of science would now have safest guide;-that the scholar ought to been immense. Instead of groping about study nature;-that all our general conclu- in the dark on the stilts of syllogism for censions arise from summing up particular in- turies, among essences and powers and forms stances, are very good old maxims to be and visionary, unfathomable things altosure, probably familiar and trite enough gether, producing of course no good fruits long before the days of Aristotle, but no- to be known by, but, on the contrary as Babody ever thought of finding in them the con says, only "the thorns and thistles of scientific Induction of Bacon, nor the first wrangling and controversy" (disputationum origin and cause of our stable systems of et contentionum carduos et spinas), it would philosophy. Ancient philosophy was in- have been at work for man, ameliorating deed, for the most part, merely contempla- his condition and elevating his mind, tive. Aristotle knew nothing of the mod- furnishing him then with the most divine of ern mode of interrogating nature by ex- all human employments, and leaving us now periments. His rank and station, the feel- the full benefit of his example as well as of ings of the age, and the elevation of his his labours. We may be assured the Stagyown mind, raised him above them, as rite never saw or never pointed out this truthe historian tells us, and confined them ly "royal road" to learning, or it would have appeared more distinctly either in his writings or in its effects. If the There is one other minor error in the reviewer's remarks, which we had almost forgotten to notice. The title Organon was not given, as he supposed it was, by the Stagyrite himself, to the writings that bear that name, nor can we perhaps call it simply "his work on logic." It is written and recorded in the books of the critics, that this is made up of several distinct, independent treatises, that they never could have been the work of a single hand,-that there is some evidence of their having come down to us from an antiquity far beyond the days of Aristotle, and that if he were really their author, he had probably no intention of ever uniting them. His editors did this, and they, and not their mighty master, gave them the imposing title of Organon. The best edition of his works, however, has dropt it, and they now appear again in their original form. The fortunes and fate of this volume have been most singular, even within the period of true history, and indeed within the memWe have dwelt the longer on this point ory of man. There is none, which has so because another opinion has been given opposed to each other the opinions and by several very popular writers, and be- feelings of the learned. Que signifient de telles pretentions ?-un cause we think it a question of some so high a rank among the books of educahomme de génie a des obligations à tout ce, qui l'a consequence in the history of philosophy. tion;-none, once admitted, has sunk so entouré,-aux notions éparses qu'il a recueillies, We ought to know that we have found a low. There was a time when the human aux erreurs, qu' il a détruites, aux ennemis mêmes, new way, and are not not simply swifter mind was not thought rational in its proper qui l'ont attaqué, parce que tout contribue à former ses idées ;-mais lorsque ensuite il se rend propres racers than our forefathers were in an old sense, till its rational powers had been ses conceptions, qu'elles sont vastes, qu'elles sont one,-that our sciences rest on a better drilled in the tactics of the schools. Now utiles à ses contemporains, à la posterité,-il faut foundation than theirs did, and not that we we every day give them the epithets of jarsavoir convenir de ce, qu' on lui doit, et non lui re- are a little more enterprising in clearing gon,-subtilties,-imposing show of words, procher ce, qu' il doit aux autres." "Wher and rearing on theirs;-and that the "illus--and scarcely allow them the meanest Smith is read," says the same author, " as he ought trious Chancellor," who is rightly so called to be read, every body must see that political econ- in every sense, originally marked the omy did not exist before his publication." If Smith stand so high as an original writer in ground, and sketched out slightly the magthe estimation of unquestionably the first judge now nificent proportions. This we thought before the public on that subject, how far beyond the just pride of the moderns, and decided the possibility of the reproach we repel, ought the in their favour, on one important point at same reflections to place Bacon? It is a hard case, if an author is to be stripped of his reputation, be- least, the great question of superiority because a few in advance of him have dropped some tween them and the ancients. Nor do we look loose, scattered hints upon a theme, which he has upon this coolly as a mere matter of histoenlarged into a science, and made the engine of the ablest discoveries and the most useful practical. The pride of the modern scholar is a results. Under such conditions, we feel safe in sort of national pride. He is the citizen of a saying, that we know of no one, who can put in a new republic, and it is wrong to check claim for the merit of originality. the feelings of enthusiasm and patriotic at * After the printer had this article, we found in Say's Introduction to his "Political Economy" the following strictures upon those critics of a day, who accuse Smith of Plagiarism in his great work on the " Wealth of Nations.' "*** None has held The place in that great course of intellectual conflicting decisions; but we must say, preparing the way for the highest intellec that it is a hard doubt for us to solve, how that great and enlightened philosopher should not only spend the best of his days, and the keenest of his talents, in making up a system of mere verbal subtilties and legerdemain, but should likewise be guilty of the petty, paltry artifice and chicane, for the purpose of disguising, though he could not hope long to conceal it,-which have been ascribed to him by some very popular writers in our day, who are nevertheless high in their admiration of his unrivalled powers and wisdom. We allude particularly to the opinions of Reid and Stewart, who say that he uses algebraic characters in his syllogisms instead of real examples, because these last must completely expose his weakness and his inanity. Perhaps a solution of some of the difficulties in the History we are examining may be found in this, that the Organon is in fact a work of real philosophic merit, but not at all fitted nor intended for the purposes to which it was applied. An ingenious admirer may possibly find in it, as we have intimated before, a profound inquiry into the structure of language, and its various departments, and the powers that universal consent has assigned to each, and the nice adjustment of them to all its uses,-in a word its whole organization, which like the works of nature, the more it is examined, the more full of admirable design it appears in its contrivance; the strongest proof perhaps of its divine origin, or at least that it is not a thing of mere human art, but probably one of the principles at first interwoven with our constitution, and necessarily developed, as our other faculties are, by its growth to maturity. All this we say may possibly be found in the Organon of Aristotle, we do not profess to have found it ourselves,and all this is very proper in its place, but it is by no means suited to take the lead, as it formerly did in education, nor to instruct men in those important branches of it, which are intimately connected with the business and the duties of life. The art of reasoning is much better taught by analyzing and studying things than words, and the most beautiful theory of these, without the former, would be at best but an ingenious and interesting amusement. The learned have seen this truth by degrees, and not by any new or sudden discovery. But Common Sense, which is always slow and sure, and will find its way even into the halls of universities at last, suggested it, and the trial of every day gave it additional proof. This has reversed the whose course of things in the scholar's study, and turned Aristotle from the recitation room, and brought about those practical changes in scientific spec.lation, which Bacon was the first to teach systematically and with effect. We really think that the Novum Organum ought to be made an essential branch of education. It needs but to be stripped of a few quaint technical terms, illustrated a little, and freely translated into the language of the present day, and it would make an invaluable elementary treatise in tual pursuits and attainments. We intend- We hope our readers will not accuse us POETRY. AN INDIAN STORY. In the depths of the shaded dell, From the eye of the hunter well. "I know where the young May violet grows, On the mossy bank, where the larch tree throws Far over the silent brook. "An that timid fawn starts not with fear To look on the lovely flower." To the hunting ground on the hills; He goes to the chase-but evil eyes Are at watch in the thicker shades; The boughs in the morning wind are stirred, And Maquon has promised his dark-haired maid, A good red deer from the forest shade, glade, At her cabin door shall lie. The hollow woods, in the setting sun, Ring shrill with the fire-bird's lay; He stops near his bower-his eye perceives At once, to the earth his burden he heaves, But the vines are torn on its walls that leant, And all from the young shrubs there And there hangs, on the sassafras broken and bent, One tress of the well known hair. Ever watched his coming to see, It is not a time for idle grief, Nor a time for tears to flow, And he looks for the print of the ruffian's feet, Was stolen away from his door; And she smiles at his hearth once more. And the Indian girls, that pass that way, "Returned the maid that was borne away From Maquon the fond and brave." MIDNIGHT HYMN AT SEA. By thy dusky mantle streaming, Night! we hail thy solemn noon, THE BLIND MAN'S LAMENT. B. O where are the visions of extacy bright O where are the charms that the day can unfold Deep, deep in the silence of sorrow I mourn- |