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tied to unsuitable verses, and the advanta-
ges of the plan proposed. Let any one
sing it and try; and after singing this, let
him apply the same tune to any hymn of
common metre he may select.

"1 Far from the world we now retire,
And raise our eyes to God,
Who in his love-Smiles from above,
And cheers our dark abode.

2 Author of all the countless worlds,
The vault of heaven displays,
Awed by thy power-Thee we adore,
And chant our evening lays.

3 Under those eves, which never close,
We lay us down to sleep;
Hearer of prayer-Make us thy care,
And safe our slumbers keep.

4 Soon as the sun with new-born rays,
Relumes the eastern skies,

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

Let earth and heaven-with joy proclaim;
Angels and men-Join in the strain,
Chanting aloud the rapturous theme.

2 Great is the Lord-whose sovereign sway-
The sun-and moon-and stars obey;
Strong is his hand; Sure his command;
Millions of worlds his power display.

3 Wisdom belongs to him alone,

To whom our every thought is known;
Holy and just-He is our trust;
Mercy forever gilds his throne."

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

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-
not be insuperable to the writers of hymns.
The profane poet easily accommodates his
measures to the music, even when most
irregular and capricious. Witness Moore's
songs for the Irish Melodies, in which he
has successfully attempted combinations of
metre before unknown. He would feel
himself disgraced by the plea, that it is
necessary to make some stanzas unsuited
to the music, in order to render the work
easy to himself. How much more irration-in
al the plea, in one who is writing for the
plain and regular melody of church tunes.
Besides, that in regard to songs the license
would be far more excusable, because they
are to be sung by single voices; the per-
former therefore has the power of favour-
ing the accent and the sentiment, and, by
singing ad libitum, of rendering that con-
formable to the tune which the poet bad
not made so. This is a liberty which a sin-
gle performer may take, and does take.
But this cannot be done by a whole choir,
performing a hymn impromptu. They must
adhere rigidly to the notes as they are set,
however they may thus injure the sense. It
is impossible that they should make up for the
want of adaptation, of which the poet has
been guilty. For which reason it is the
more important that he should be guilty of

none.

We think Mr Willard has done a great good service in calling attention to this subject, and are glad of the opportunity to make known his labours, and, as far as we can, second his efforts. How far the deep-rooted evil may be made to be felt and removed, it is difficult to conjecture. But we are very sure that common psalmody will continue to be infinitely below all other music in interest and effect, until the principles laid down in this little book are understood and acted upon.

For the
Boston,

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

Conversations on Common Things; or Guide any subject. But in this work the author
seems to have taken great pains to give the
to Knowledge; with Questions.
whole in its natural style. Still, we have
use of Schools. By a Teacher.
no hesitation in saying, that the book is
1824.
valuable in its present form; and we sin-
cerely hope that the author will be encour-
aged to give us another edition on a plan
better adapted to the use of schools.

12mo. pp. 263.

Ir is not easy to say of what this little
book treats, except by selecting subjects
from the Index. There we find nearly
three hundred topics, more or less interest-
ing, upon which a mother and her daughter
converse in a very intelligent and intelli-
gible manner. We are gratified with find-
ing an American writer, who duly estimates
the importance of giving to children such
knowledge as will be actually useful to
them, instead of filling their minds with
vague, and therefore useless notions of sub-
jects, which are not accommodated to their
age. We do not mean to imply that this
point has been hitherto wholly neglected;
but that our school books are generally
very deficient in facts which children can
understand, and which are directly adapted
to tell them what they most need to know.
How much time is spent in teaching them
to read mechanically, political, moral, and
theological speculations, in poetry or prose,
which really give them no knowledge at all.

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, in 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 the author has not only established his proposition, 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.

MISCELLANY.

LORD BACON AND THE NORTH AMERICAN
REVIEW.

In the last number of the North Ameri-
can Review there is an article on De Ge-
rando's History of Philosophy, which takes
from that work the following, as the lan-
guage
of Aristotle.

But if the

"It belongs to experience to furnish the princi-
ples of every science. Thus astronomy rests on
the observation of the heavenly bodies, by means
of which we discover the laws that regulate their
motions: and so of other branches.
light of perception fails us, all science fails with
it. We derive our conclusions either from induc-
tion or demonstration. By induction we ascend
and by these, in time, we are able to demonstrate;
from particular perceptions to general principles,
so that all our knowledge rests ultimately upon the
same basis."

On which the reviewer makes these re-
marks.

"It is curious to see how little the speculations of subsequent inquirers, up to the present day, have proceeded beyond the positions here taken. In the extracts from Aristotle we find the Baconian theo

Mental Improvement; or the Beauties and
Wonders of Nature and Art. In a
Series of Instructive Conversations.—
By Priscilla Wakefield. 8vo. Philadel-ry of induction, as clearly stated, as it could have
phia.

been by the illustrious Chancellor himself, and we
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.'

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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-
bling that above described. It has passed
through many editions in England and in this
country; and we are justified in introduc-
ing it to the attention of our readers, only
by the fact, that books of this sort are too
little read, and are really scarce, when
compared with the worthless stories which
help children to waste their time. A work
of this kind, if estimated by the number
and variety of useful and interesting facts
which it communicates, is worth many
thousands of the common nursery books of
equal cost. When we speak of it as interest-
ing, we mean that most children above ten
years of age, would receive pleasure enough
from reading it, to lay aside any story or
romance, till this was completed. We cheat
our children most barbarously, by multiply-
ing before them nonsense, clothed in an en- We think it a great mistake to accuse
ticing dress. There can be no excuse for Bacon of assuming too much in the title of
this. We but little promote their present his work; for considered as a whole-and
intellectual pleasure, and add nothing to the word organum plainly implies and di-
their stock of such knowledge as will ulti-rects this-the most superficial observer
mately be useful. It is altogether a matter
of deception, except so far as regards the
external appearance. Let children have
books of the character indicated by the
above title, sufficiently well printed and
bound, and we shall hear no demand for
the idle tales, that are "made to sell."

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.

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 stated before; but Mr Stewart, in his last 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 such an opinion could have arisen at first, 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

body of his work. It is with him a science and a system. This single purpose is al ways before him throughout;-and we know no work among all the elementa ry 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
when we observe how essential an arti- from his brow one single well-deserved
cle the regulation of these makes in Ba- plume, and telling him it is borrowed. He
con's system, it is almost sufficient of itself, will certainly go to his work with less spirit
we should think, to give his the character when he is informed that the ancients,
of being quite original.
whose industry he can never hope to rival,
and whose systems have perished, yet knew
their true basis as well as we do,-than
when he sees ours resting on one entirely
new, and which cannot in fact sink till the
whole order of things is reversed and the
laws of nature themselves repealed;—and
this is really the case with all those raised
on the plan of Bacon. Science will ad-
vance just in proportion to the dignity it
feels, and the security it enjoys. If the
comparison degrade it not, it is like proper-
ty, which, under good and wholesome laws,
where the possession of it is rendered safe
and honorable, will be sure to go on and
indefinitely increase. But how fatally oth-
erwise is it, where the case is reversed?
This is the first principle in the wealth of
nations, and so it is too in that of science.

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.

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. None has held cause we think it a question of some so high a rank among the books of educaconsequence in the history of philosophy. tion;-none, once admitted, has sunk so We ought to know that we have found a low. There was a time when the human new way, and are not not simply swifter mind was not thought rational in its proper racers than our forefathers were in an old sense, till its rational powers had been one,-that our sciences rest on a better drilled in the tactics of the schools. Now foundation than theirs did, and not that we we every day give them the epithets of jarare a little more enterprising in clearing gon,-subtilties,-imposing show of words, and rearing on theirs ;-and that the "illus--and scarcely allow them the meanest trious Chancellor," who is rightly so called in every sense, originally marked the 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 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."

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Que signifient de telles pretentions?-un homme de génie a des obligations à tout ce, qui l'a entouré, aux notions éparses qu'il a recueillies, aux erreurs, qu' il a détruites, aux ennemis mêmes, qui l'ont attaqué, parce que tout contribue à former ses idées ;-mais lorsque ensuite il se rend propres ses conceptions, qu'elles sont vastes, qu'elles sont utiles à ses contemporains, à la posterité,-il faut savoir convenir de ce, qu' on lui doit, et non lui reprocher ce, qu'il doit aux autres.' Smith is read," says the same author, " as he ought to be read, every body must see that political economy did not exist before his publication."

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place in that great course of intellectual
discipline, which they formerly led and di-
rected. And the wonder is,-not in the
change of sentiment itself; the light of dis-
covery will always produce enough of this;
but no new discovery seemed necessary to
produce it in the instance before us.
merits and defects of the Organon, such as
they are, are intrinsic,—and men of sense
were as capable of judging of them a thous-
and years ago as they are to day. We
are not willing to confess that we know
enough of it, to pass any opinion on these

We hope our readers will not accuse us of waking the long slumber of the Organon in order to show our knowledge of it. We do assure them, if they have not found it out already, that we know very little about it. We recurred to it for the purpose of removing some doubts from our own minds; and our only wish now is to correct the false impressions, which the extensive popularity of the review,-and the favourite writer of the article in question, might have fixed upon the minds of many, of whom it may be a compliment to say, that they had scarcely ever heard of the Organon before, and who have read Bacon's work principally in its prodigious effects on science and the arts.

POETRY.

AN INDIAN STORY.
"I know where the timid fawn abides

In the depths of the shaded dell,
Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,
With its many stems and its tangled sides,
From the eye of the hunter well.

"I know where the young May violet grows,
In its lone and lowly nook,

conflicting decisions; but we must say, preparing the way for the highest intellec-
that it is a hard doubt for us to solve, how tual pursuits and attainments. We intend-
that great and enlightened philosopher ed to offer some further remarks on this
should not only spend the best of his days, subject, but have neither room nor time
and the keenest of his talents, in mak- now, and therefore must defer it.
ing up a system of mere verbal subtilties
and legerdemain, but should likewise be
guilty of the petty, paltry artifice and chi-
cane, for the purpose of disguising, though
he could not hope long to conceal it,-which
have been ascribed to him by some very pop-
ular writers in our day, who are never
theless high in their admiration of his un-
rivalled powers and wisdom. We allude par-
ticularly to the opinions of Reid and Stew-
art, who say that he uses algebraic charac-
ters in his syllogisms instead of real exam-
ples, because these last must completely ex-
pose 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 be-
fore, 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 na-
ture, the more it is examined, the more full
of admirable design it appears in its con-
trivance; 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 for-
mer, 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 uni-
versities 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 specu
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

On the mossy bank, where the larch tree throws
Its broad dark boughs, in solemn repose,

Far over the silent brook.

"An that timid fawn starts not with fear
When I steal to her secret bower,
And that young May violet to me is dear,
And I visit the silent streamlet near,

To look on the lovely flower."
Thus Maquon sings as he lightly walks

To the hunting ground on the hills;
"Tis a song of his maid of the woods and rocks,
With her bright black eyes and long black locks,
And voice like the music of rills.

He goes to the chase-but evil eyes

Are at watch in the thicker shades;
For she was lovely that smiled on his sighs,
And he bore, from a hundred lovers, his prize,
The flower of the forest maids.

The boughs in the morning wind are stirred,
And the woods their song renew,
With the early carol of many a bird,
And the quickened tune of the streamlet heard
Where the hazels trickle with dew.

And Maquon has promised his dark-haired maid,
Ere eve shall redden the sky,

A good red deer from the forest shade,
That bounds with the herd through grove and

glade,

At her cabin door shall lie.

The hollow woods, in the setting sun,

Ring shrill with the fire-bird's lay;
And Maquon's sylvan labours are done,
And his shafts are spent, but the spoil they won
He bears on his homeward way.

He stops near his bower-his eye perceives
Strange traces along the ground-

At once, to the earth his burden he heaves,
He breaks through the veil of boughs and leaves,
And gains its door with a bound.

But the vines are torn on its walls that leant,

And all from the young shrubs there
By struggling hands have the leaves been rent,

And there hangs, on the sassafras broken and
bent,

One tress of the well known hair.
But where is she who at this calm hour,

Ever watched his coming to see,
She is not at the door, nor yet in the bower,
He calls-but he only hears on the flower
The hum of the laden bee.

It is not a time for idle grief,

Nor a time for tears to flow,
The horror that freezes his limbs is brief-
He grasps his war axe and bow, and a sheaf
Of darts made sharp for the foe.

And he looks for the print of the ruffian's feet,
Where he bore the maiden away;
And he darts on the fatal path more fleet
Than the blast that hurries the vapour and sleet
O'er the wild November day.

'Twas early Summer when Maquon's bride

Was stolen away from his door;
But at length the maples in crimson are dyed,
And the grape is black on the cabin side,—
And she smiles at his hearth once more.
But far in a pine grove, dark and cold,
Where the yellow leaf falls not,
Nor the Autumn shines in scarlet and gold,
There lies a hillock of fresh dark mould,
In the deepest gloom of the spot.

And the Indian girls, that pass that way,
Point out the ravisher's grave;
"And how soon to the bower she loved," they
say,

"Returned the maid that was borne away

From Maquon the fond and brave.”

MIDNIGHT HYMN AT SEA.

By thy dusky mantle streaming,
By the stars that there are gleaming,
By thy lone and solemn sky,
Darkening on the pensive eye,
By thy wild waves as they sweep
Constant through the gloomy deep,
Night! we hail thy solemn noon,
Sky without or cloud or moon!
Swiftly gliding o'er the ocean,
Rides the bark with rapid motion,
Waves are foaming at the prow,
Trembling waters round her flow,
Midnight hears the lonely sound,
Through her ocean caves profound;
Night! we hail thy solemn noon,
Sky without or cloud or moon!
Sailor, on thy restless pillow,
Why so tranquil on the billow?
Sailor, when thy vessels roam,
Think'st thou not of native home?
But when midnight shuts the scene,
Hark! he sings with heart serene-
Night! we hail thy solemn noon,
Sky without or cloud or moon!

Weary wanderer, sadly roving
Far from home and all that's loving,
Midnight lulls thy soul to peace,
Then thy griefs and sorrow cease;
Join us then in that wild strain,
Sighing o'er the heaving main,
Night! we hail thy solemn noon,
Sky without or cloud or moon!

THE BLIND MAN'S LAMENT.

B.

O where are the visions of extacy bright
That can burst o'er the darkness, and banish the
night?

O where are the charms that the day can unfold
To the heart and the eye that their glories can
hold?

Deep, deep in the silence of sorrow I mourn-
For no visions of beauty for me shall e'er burn!

They have told me of sweet purple hues of the

west,

Of the rich tints that sparkle on ocean's wide breast;

high,

When the night is careering along the vast sky;
But alas! there remains wheresoever I flee,
Nor beauty, nor lustre, nor brightness for me!

INTELLIGENCE.

[The following translation of a letter lately reone of the veterans of German science, may perThey have told me of stars that are burning on ceived by a gentleman in this neighbourhood, from haps interest our readers. Its author, the celebrat ed Eichhorn, is well known as the most conspicuous of the Theologians of the modern school in that country, and as a writer of uncommon originality and learning. Though now passed the limit of three score years and ten, the following letter shows that he preserves his health, spirits, and literary activity, unabated.]

But yet, to my lone gloomy couch there is given
A ray to my heart that is kindled in heaven;
It sooths the dark path through this valley of tears,
It enlivens my heart, and my sorrow it cheers,
For it tells of a morn when this night shall pass by,
E-
And my spirit shall dwell where the days do not
die.

N.

FROM THE ARABIC OF TAALBETA SHERRAN.

Taalbeta Sherran wooed a girl of the family of the Absites; and she being desirous to marry him, appointed the wedding day. But when he came to her alone, she changed her mind and re jected him. Then said he, "What hath changed thee?" She answered, "By Allah, thy renown is very great, but my family says to me, What wilt thou do with a husband, who will be killed to-day or to-morrow, and leave thee a widow?"

At this he turned away and spake these words:

"Espouse not the chief who in danger rejoices," They called to the maiden I courted to wed;

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When his cry next is heard 'mid the war's loudest

voices,

The blade of the sword with his blood shall be fed."

Distrust seized the maiden; she trembled with

sorrow;

She feared lest the bridegroom, who round him had
flung
The night for his garment, might fall on the morrow,
And the spouse he had chosen be widowed while

young.

In sleep his fierce anger but seldom he hushes;
The wrongs of his sires to avenge is his trade;
In carnage exulting, impetuous he rushes
On the sun-burnt chief in full armor arrayed.

To contend against him strive the young nien, who
cherish

The hope by their prowess in fight to be known, And ennoble their tribe; but beneath him they perish

And increase not the fame, he already hath won.

The caves of the beasts are his shelter till morning;
The untamed creation grows used to his ways;
And roams he at daybreak, his lair early scorning,

They see the young chief, who delights not in chases,

Nor loves at their kind his sharp weapons to bend;

And could they but warm to affection's embraces,
The hand of affection they'd reach to their friend.

you

"Göttingen, January, 18, 1824.
"Allow me, my dear friend, to remind
you of an old promise you made me, that
you would procure the new edition of my
Introduction to the Old Testament, the honor
of a place in the Library of your University.
It will appear at Easter this year, in five
volumes; and I beg you, through the agency
of some American student here, or the book-
sellers at Hamburg or Bremen, to have the
goodness to receive the copy placed at your
my
disposition, and deposit it in your library.
"Since the departure of Mr
opportunities of receiving intelligence from
have ceas-
and our common friend.
ed. I therefore go back, the more fre-
collection those agreeable hours, which we
quently, to former times, and enjoy in re-
used to pass together. I still live on the
same life, in which you found me, and in
which you left me. I still give my lectures
with great ease and alacrity, and finish at
night my task of thirteen or fourteen
hours, without feeling the least exhaustion.
I should gladly have released myself from
the editorship of the Göttingen Journal of
Science, at the close of the last year; but
the ministry at Hanover refused to grant
requested. My ob-
the dismission which
ject was to procure leisure to prepare such
works for publication, as I still have in
view. This I must for the present give up,
as the care of the Journal consumes all
the time, which my lectures leave unoccu-
pied. For the rest, our University is in
We count
the highest degree prosperous.
this winter 1532 students, of whom the law
students are the more numerous part. My
son, in his lectures on the History of the
German Law, has constantly near 300 au-

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collected minerals, birds, natural produc-
tions, costumes, works of native arts and
manufactures; and availing himself of the
gave him free access to many sources of
political situation of the country, which
knowledge recently opened, he obtained
possession of some very remarkable records,
apparently of the greatest antiquarian val-
He also procured some beautiful mod-
ue.
The
els, in full size as well as in little, of the
fruits and vegetable productions.
doubted hand-tree, with its fruit resembling
the human hand; the torch thistle, three
feet in thickness, and thirty feet high, with
its many stems covered with flowers and
fruits; the gigantic and clustering shapes
of the palms, bananas, plantains, paupaus,
avocatas, and many varieties of plants
whose forms are almost totally unknown to
the most skillful in botany. To these and
many others, Mr Bullock has added speci-
mens of all the productions that could be
brought from Mexico, to enrich the flora of
preserved in their natural state, and has
England, a large collection of living plants,
and seeds of the rarest and most beautiful
flowers. His specimens of natural history
are as valuable as those in botany. Of
greater number are undescribed. Many
nearly two hundred species of birds, the
of these are humming-birds of exquisite
plumage and surpassing brilliancy.
Mr B. has also pre-
these Mr Bullock had, at one time, seventy
alive in one cage, and studied closely their
motions and habits.

Of

served a great variety of the fishes of Mexico and its coast, which are but little known; they are very singular in form and beautiful in colour, and he enumerates in his catalogue between two and three hundred species. While augmenting the stores of the vegetable and animal kingdoms, it would have been singular had he failed to visit the mineral world, in which Mexico is, perhaps, richer than all the universe besides. Her mines are more profuse and valuable, than rare or beautiful, but they form her distinguishing character, and will probably renew her wealth and importance as a nation, now that British and American skill and capital is about to be set to work upon them. Great contracts are now mak

Messrs Barclay); it is said to have been one of the most productive mines in the world; if ancient accounts may be relied upon, the annual profits were at one time equal to a million and a half sterling.

Undisturbed by his steps they still fearlessly graze.ditors. But of what am I talking? I wish- ing to work the disused and ruined mines. ed only to send you a hearty salutation, and The great mine of Valenciana is now Engbeg the continuance of your kind remem-lish property (we believe it belongs to the brance beyond the ocean, and have fallen into the old man's garrulity. I commit you, and all our friends in America, and all your undertakings, to the protection of an Eternal Providence, and assuring you affectionately of the continuance of my friendly recollection, till I pass to those EICHHORN." who die not, once again I commend you to God.

Oft fierce from an ambush in fury he flashes,
To meet the bold warriors he longs to engage;
On his foes from his covert he fearlessly dashes,
And ever will dash, till his blood's chilled with age.
And beside, all the masters of camels have found

him

A plague, ever seizing on herds not his own;
Yet they dare not pursue when his train is around
him,

Nor dare they pursue him, e'en when he's alone.

While I live shall my feet to the battle field bear

me;

Its grass with my blood soon or late will be wet;

For I know, though the sabre of death long should

spare me,

Its blade, brightly gleaming, must one day be met.

We hope to publish in our next, a review of Mr Poinsett's Notes upon this interesting country.

We have seen the first number of the CamWe learn from a late London Literary bridge Quarterly Review. If this work is to Gazette, the safe arrival of Mr Bullock be considered a fair specimen of the literary from Mexico, after a sojourn of six months. skill and talent of the University, one must The leading He visited the capital and many principal believe that the Muses are at least preparing cities, and with great zeal and assiduity to leave their ancient seats. climbed volcanoes and pyramids, drew article-a review of Southey's "Book of the landscapes and temples, exhumed ancient Church”—is quite good; that is to say, it is images, and unniched long established gods; exact, thorough, and elaborate, and evi

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