bearable; at times it appeared to be felt less sensibly than when crossing the same parallels a month before, on our way to the northward. On the 29th, we quitted the sea of Ochotsk, by passing through Pico channel, the same by which we had entered it, and then having sea room, and the prospect of enjoying a more genial climate in a few days, could not but look on the voyage as accomplished. Impelled along by the most favourable gales, Sandown Point, on the coast of Niphon, was made at day-light of 4th November, and at noon, we were up with White Point, and steering in for Yeddo Bay, where I was inclined to pass a day or two. After working to windward, and tossing about most terribly for a week, without making an inch, we were necessitated for want of time to bear away, with the poor consolation of being only in like case with H. M. sloops Resolution and Providence, who in 1776 and in 1796, were in the early part of November drifted about at the mercy of the strong N.E. currents they met with on this part of the coast. During this time fires were kindled nightly along the coast, and similar signals were made in the day, when near any village or town; either by way of invitation, or else to warn us of danger. The boats we passed nearer to, did not at all appear to shun us, and had I wished it would, no doubt have visited us. N. E. and easterly winds carried us on very agree ably; and at day-light the 17, made two small islands of the Loo-choo Group, and the following midnight shaved the S.E. point of Great Long-choo, we saw nothing of it; the night of the 22d returned us to the China Sea, through which we repassed with pleasure, and made Pulo Aor on the 4th December, having been absent from it four months and two days. On the following night we had but light airs: the current was so strong, that in the morning we had Bintay N.E. point West of us-light airs and a continuance of them detained us from entering the straits until the 10th Nov. The 13th we anchored off Malacca, and sailed again in the evening in company with several ships.--The roughness of our copper which was much injured by the ice, retarded our progress, with light winds, so much, that we did not get into the Ganges, until the 13th January, 1818, when by God's mercy our voyage was so far concluded, in the most agreeable manner: indeed, since staunching the last leak, which was occasioned by the blow of our anchor, when coming down the river, we have enjoyed the most favourable winds and weather I remember to have had on any voy VOL. VIII. No. 47. Lit. Pan, N. S. Aug. 1. age; and have not had either a gale, or squal! of any consequence during the same period, so that our masts, sails, and rigging do not appear to have suffered more injury, thau they would have received from mere exposure to the weather, a like period, if under fours off Chandpaul Ghaut. Poetry. NATURE. I love to set me on some steep, Then burst upon the shore. I love, when seated on its brow, And eye the distant vale; From thence to see the waving corn, Bow to the rising gale. I love far downward to behold Then swell in echoes round. I love to range the valleys too, And overhead the sky. I love to see, at close of day, In purple robes is dress'd. I love, when evening veils the day, To cast a glance around, O'er the vast vault profound. I love to let wild fancy stray, Up to the shining height And charm the ravish'd sight. 2 F Red lightnings flash along the ground; Loud roars the fierce artillery, And smoke and blood enclose me round; Thou, Father, lead me boldly on! So lead as thou the will may'st have; Equally in the rustling blasts, Strewing autumnal leaves around; As when the battle-storm o'ercasts, With carnage and with blood, the ground; Father, I praise thee, that to-day Victor or vanquish'd, at thy will, God! I submit myself to thee: When Death assails my mortal frame, When my torn veins the blood shall flee Gushing, and sinks this vital flame,I'll bend resigned to thy decree; Father of all! I call on thee. And vanishes, almost ere seen, to nought. And such is Man He shines and flutters for a span, And is forgot. Life is what? It is the vermeil of the rose, That blooms but till the bleak wind blows, Then, all entomb'd in sweets, doth fade and rot, And such is Man He struts in brav'ry for a span, Life is what? It is a dew-drop of the morn, That quiv'ring hangs upon the thorn, Till quaff'd by sunbeams, 'tis no longer aught, He's steep'd in sorrow for a span, And melts-forgot. Life is what? A stone, whose fall doth circles make On the smooth surface of the lake, Which spread till one and all forsake the spot. And such is Man 'Midst friends he revels for a span, And sinks-forgot. Life is what? It is a bubble on the main, Rais'd by a little globe of rain, Whose heir destroys the fabric it hath wrought. Swell'd into being for a span, Life is what! A shadow on the mountain's side, Of rack, that doth on æther ride, Driv'n by the Northen gale, with tempest fraught. And such is Man He hangs on greatness for a span, It is the sound of cannon near, Which strikes upon the startled ear, And ceases ere we can distinguish aught. And such is man He fights and blusters for a span, Life is what? It is the swallow's sojournment, Who, ere green Summer's robe is rent, Flies to some distant bourne, by instinct taught, And such is Man He rents his dwelling for a span, And flits-forgot. The eight daughter of J- L-g, Esq, on the completion of her sixth year. Full many a gloomy month hath past, On flagging wing, regardless byUnmarked by ought, save grief-since last I gazed upon thy bright blue eye; And bade my lyre pour forth for thee Its strains of wildest Minstrelsy! For all my joys are withered now The hopes, I most relied on, thwarted,— And sorrow hath o'erspread my brow With many a shade, since last we parted: Yet mind that murkiness of lot, Young Peri, thou art unforgot! There are who love to trace the smile That dimples upon childhood's cheek, And hear from lips devoid of guile, The dictates of the bosom break Oh! who of such could look on thee; Without a wish to rival me! None: his must be a stubborn heart, And strange to every softer feeling, Who from thy glance could bear to part Cold, and unmoved-without revealing Some portion of the fond regret, Which dimmed my eye when last we meet ! Sweet Bud of Beauty!-mid the thrill— The anguished thrill of hope delayed— Peril-and pair-and every ill That can the breast of man invade→ No tender thought of thine and thee Hath faded from my memory! A God alone can comprehend a God.Young. But I have dwelt on each dear form 'Till woe, awhile, gave place to gladness; And that remembrance seemed to charm, Almost to peace, my bosom's sadness ;- To save thee from afflictions tears Thy guilelessness of soul revealing,- Undimmed-save by those gems of feelingThose soft, luxurious drops which flow In pity for another's woe. But vain the thought!-it may not be ? Could prayers avert misfortune's blight, On guilty heads alone descend, Are fading-frail, and few in number, That steal upon the mourner's slumber,Sweet one! I'll wish thee strength to bear The ills that Heaven may bid thee share; And when thine infancy hath fled; And time with woman's zone hath bound thee, If in the path thou'rt doom'd to tread The thorns of sorrow lurk, and wound thee Be thine that exquisite relief Which blossoms 'mid the springs of grief! And like the many-tinted bow, Which smiles the showery clouds away, May hope-Grief's Iris here below Attend, and soothe thee on thy way, Farewell-perchance a long farewell! Proofs of Affection, related by Mr. Curran. The Gatherer. No. XIX. When a boy, I was one morning playing at marbles in the village ball alley, with a light heart and lighter pocket. The "I am but a gatherer, and dealer in other gibe and the jest went gaily round, when men's stuff." The Ruling Passion. Mr. Hoare, in the Prize, or 2, 5, 3, 8, seems to have been indebted for a hint to the following curious anecdote, related by Mad. de Baviere.-Chirac, a celebrated physician, as he was going to the house of a lady, who had sent for him in a great hurry, received intelligence that the Stocks had fallen; having a considerable property embarked in the Missisippi scheme, the news made so strong an impression on his mind, that while he was feeling his patient's pulse, he exclaimed-" Good God, how they fall! lower, lower, lower!" The Lady in alarm flew to the bell, crying out, "I am dying, M. de Chirac says that my pulse gets lower and lower, so that it is impossible that I should live!"-" You are dreaming, Madam!" replied the Physician, rousing himself from his reverie," your pulse is very good, and nothing ails you; it was the Stocks I was talking of, for I am a great loser by their fail." 66 If you wish to be always thirsty, be a drunkard; for the oftener and more you drink, the oftener and more thirsty you will be. If you would prevent your friends raising in the world, be a drunkard; for that will defeat all their efforts.. If you are determined to be utterly destroyed, in estate, body, and soul, be a drunkard; and you will soon know that it is impossible to adopt a more effectual means to accomplish your-End. Drunkenness expels reason, drowns he memory, defaces beauty, diminishes strength, inflames the blood, causes in ternal, external, and incurable wounds, is a witch to the senses, a devil to the soul, a thief to the purse, the beggar's companion, the wife's woe, and children's sorrow, makes a strong man weak, and a wise man a fool. He is worse than a beast, and is a self-murderer, who drinks to other's good health, and robs himself of his own. suddenly there appeared amongst us a stranger, of a very remarkable and very cheerful aspect; his intrusion was not the least restraint upon our merry little assemblage; on the contrary, he seemed pleased, and even delighted; he was a benevolent creature, and the days of infancy (after all, the happiest we shall ever see), perhaps, rose upon his memory. God bless him! I see his fine form, at the distance of half a century, just as he stood before me in the little ball alley in the days of my child. hood. His name was Boyse; he was the Rector of Newmarket. To me he took a particular fancy. I was winning, and was full of waggery, thinking every thing that was eccentric, and by no means a miser of my eccentricities; every one was welcome to share of them, and I had plenty to spare after having freighted the company. Some sweetmeats easily bribed me home with him. I learned from poor Boyse my alphabet and my grammar, and the rudiments of the classics. He taught me all be could, and then be sent me to the school at Middleton. In short, he made a man of me. I recollect it was about five risen to some eminence at the bar, and and thirty years afterwards, when I had when I had a seat in Parliament, on my return one day from Court, I found an old Gentleman seated alone iu my drawingroom; his feet familiarly placed on each side of the Italian marble chimney-piece, and his whole air bespeaking the consciousness of one quite at home. He turued round-it was my friend of the ball alley. I rushed instinctively into his arms, and burst into tears, Words cannot describe the scene which followed:–“ Yon are right, Sir; you are right. The chimneypiece is your's-the pictures are your'sthe house is your's. You gave me all I have-my friend-my father-my benefactor!" He dined with me; and in the evening I caught the tear glistening in his fine blue eye, when he saw poor little Jack, the creature of his bounty, rising in the House of Commons to reply to a Right Honourable. Poor Boyse he is now gone; and no suiter had a larger deposit of practical benevolence in the Court above. This is his wine-let us drink to his memory. Amusing Perplexities. The French translator of Franklin's Correspondence, has made a true French blunder. Franklin somewhere says, “People imagined that an American was a kind of Yahoo." Upon this the translator makes the following note: "Yahoo. It must be an animal. It is affirmed that it is the Opossum: but I have not been able to find the word Yahoo in auy dictionary of Natural History"!!!-This reminds us of an anecdote also founded on one of Swift's admirable works. A Gentleman saw a person poring over an Atlas, and seemingly disconcerted by some want of success. "Can't you find what you want," said he, "or can I assist you"? I dont know (was the reply) for I have been looking two hours through all latitudes and longitudes, and cannot discover this cursed Lilliput any where'!! Diversity of Employments. died about fifty years ago, was a man posMr. Fournier, the Drawing Master, who sessed of great versatility of talents, but destitute of that prudence, which might have rendered his abilities useful to himself being able to do what any other man or family. His grand ambition was the could, and in the course of a few years he distinguished himself as an Engraver, Musician, Carver, Modeller in Wax, and Teacher of Drawing in Perspective. He also made all his own tools of every description. At one period he dressed and sold a-la-mode beef, and the truffles and morels which he used in making up this composition, led him to the study of Natural History. At another period of his life, The Author of Tristram Shandy told he kept a chandler's shop, and could me the following story of himself."I haptamorphose a sprat into an anchovy, aud pened (said he) to be acquainted with substitute dried willow leaves for tea. He a young man from Yorkshire, who rent-maker, and no contemptible comedian. In was a good carver, a tolerable button ed a window in one of the paved alleys short, he was near Cornbill, for the sale of stationary." In the course of one revolving moon, I hired one of the panes of glass from my friend, and stuck up the following adver"Engraver, painter, fidler, and buffoon." tisement with wafers:Trial of a Preacher. Literary Necessity. Epigrams, Anagrams, Paragrams, Chronograms. Monograms, Epitaphs, Epithilamiums, Prologues, Epilogues, Madrigals, Interludes, Advertisements, letters, Petitions, Memorials on every occasion, Essays on all Subjects, Pamphlets for and against Ministers, with Sermons upon any Text, or for any Sect, to be written here on reasonable terms, by A. B. PHILOLOGER." The uncommonness of the titles occasioned numerous applicatious, and at night I used privately to glide into the office to digest the notes, or heads of the day, and receive the earnest, which was directed always to be left with the memorandums, the writing to be paid for on delivery, according to the subject. Sterne soon became disgusted with this employment, and the moment he had realised a 'small sum of money, closed the scene. Anecdote of Bonnell Thornton. Mr. Thornton's character, as a man of wit, as well as a writer of repntation, has been well established. Like most wits, too, he loved conviviality, which frequently lend to late hours and consequently short mornings. After a night spent in this manner, an old female relation called on him rather late iu the morning, and found him in bed, upon which she read him a lecture on prudence, and concluded it by saying, "Ah! Bonnell, Bonnell, I see plainly you'll shorten your days"—" very true," replied Bonnell, "but by the same rule, you must admit that I shall lengthen my nights." Frederick the Great being informed of the death of one of his chaplains, a man of considerable learning and piety, determining that his successor thould not be behind him in these qualifications, took the following method of ascertaining the merit of one of the numerons candidates for the appointment. He told the applicant that he would himself furnith him with a text, the following Sunday, when he was to preach at the Royal Chapel, from which he was to make an extempore sermon. The clergyof such a probationary discourse was spread man accepted the proposition. The whim abroad widely, and at an early hour the Royal Chapel was crowded to exccss. The King arrived at the end of the prayers, and of his Majesty's aides-de-camp presented on the candidate's ascending the pulpit, one him with a sealed paper. The preacher opened it, and found nothing written therein: he did not, however, in so critical a moment lose his presence of mind; but turning the paper on both sides, he said "My brethren, here is nothing, and there is nothing; out of nothing God created at admirable discourse upon the wonders of things," and proceeded to deliver a most the creation. Bramsen's Letters of a Prus sian Traveller. Peter the Great. This monarch having directed the translation of" Puffendorff's Introduction to the Knowledge of the State of Europe" into the Russian language, a Monk, to whom |