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And pointed, as she made reply,

Towards that long perspective
Of years to come, in distant blue,
Wherein she meant to live and do.

“Alas,” says she, “how hard your toil,

With undiverted sadness :
Behold yon land of wine and oil,.--

Those sunny hills of gladness;
Those joys I wait with eager brow,".
“ And so you always will," said Now.
« That fairy land, that looks so real,

Recedes as you pursue it ;
Thus while you wait for times ideal,

I take my work and do it;
Intent to form, when time is gone,
A pleasant past to look upon.”
“ Ah, well,” said THEN, “ I envy not

Your dull fatiguing labours;
Aspiring to a brighter lot,

With thousands of my neighbours,
Soon as I reacb that golden hill ;'-
“ But that,” says Now,
“And e'en suppose you should," said she,

(Though mortal ne'er attain'd it,)---
Your nature you must change with me

The moment you had gained it:
Since hope fulfiil'd, (you must allow,)
Turns now to THEN, and TAEN to now."

you never will."

We must not indulge in further citations; and yet, there is one poem which, equally on account of the theme, and the manner in which it is treated, we cannot pass over. It is the tender and touching effusion of a congenial spirit on visiting the garden and summer-house of Cowper.


Are these the trees !--- Is this the place ?
These roses,

did they bloom for bim?
Trod he these walks with thoughtful pace!
Pass'd he amid these borders trim!

Is this the bower?---a bumble shed
Methinks it seems for such a guest ?
Why rise not columns, dome-bespread,
By art's elaborate fingers drest ?
Art waits on wealth ;---there let her roam---
Her fabrics rear, her temples gild:
But Genius, when he seeks a home,
Must send for Nature's self to build.

This quiet garden's humble bound,
This homely roof, this rustic fane,
With playful tendrils twining round,
And woodbipes peeping at the pane :---
That tranquil, tender sky of blue,
Where clouds of golden radiance skim,
Those ranging trees of varied hue---
These were the sights that solaced him.
We stept within :---at once on each
A feeling steals, so undefined ;
In vain we seek to give it speech---
'Tis silent homage paid to Mind.
They tell us here he thought and wrote,
On this low seat---reclining thus;
Ye garden breezes, as ye float,
Why bear ye do such thoughts to us ?

Perhaps the balmy air was fraught
With breath of beaven ;---or did he toil
In precious mines of sparkling thought
Conceal'd beneath the curious soil ?

Did zephyrs bear on golden wings
Rich treasures from the honied dew?
Or are there here celestial springs
Of living waters whence he drew?
And here he suffer'd !--- this recess,
Where even Nature fail'd to cheer,
Has witness'd oft his deep distress,
And precious drops have fallen here !
Here are no richly sculptured urns
The consecrated dust to cover;
But Nature smiles and weeps, by turns,
In memory of her foodest lover.



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Reclining on a couch of fallen leaves, wrap to bestow. Alas! how lightly have they ped in fleecy mantle, with withered'limbs, been esteemed !” Here, upon referring back hoarse voice, and snowy beard, appears a to certain old memorandums, he found a long venerable old man. His pulse heats feebly, list of vows and resolutions, which had a his breath becomes shorter ; he exhibits eve- particular reference to these fifty-two Sunry mark of approaching dissolution.

days. This with a mingled emotion of grief This is old Eighteen Hundred and Seven- and anger, he tore inio a hundred pieces, teen; and as every class of readers must re and threw them on the embers, by which member him a young man, as rosy and he was endeavouring to warm his shivering blithesome as themselves, they will, per- limbs. haps, feel interested in hearing some of his “ I feel, however,” said he, “more pity dying 'expressions, with a few particulars than indignation towards these offenders, of bis past life. His existence is still likely since they were far greater enemies to themto be prolonged a few days by the presence selves than to me. But there are a few outof his daughter December, the last and sole rageous ones, by whom I have been defraudsurvivor of his twelve fair children ; but it is ed of so much of my substance, that it is difthought the father and daughter will expire ficult to think of them with patience, partitogether. The following are some of the ex- calarly that notorious thief Procrastination, pressions which have been taken down as of whom every body has beard, and who is they fell from his dying lips :

well known to have wronged my venerable “I am,” said he, “the son of old father father of much of his property. There are Time, and the last of a numerous progeny ; also three noted ruffians, Sleep, Sloth, and for he has had no less than five thousand Pleasure, from whom I have suffered eight hundred and seventeen of us; but it much; besides a certain busy-body called has ever been his fate to see one child expire Dress, who, under pretence of making the before anothe was born. It is the opinion most of me, and taking great care of ine, of some, that his own constitution is begin- steals away more of my gifts than any two of ning to break up, and that, when he has them. given birth to a hundred or two more of us, “ As for me, all must acknowledge that I his family will be complete, and then he bave performed my part towards my friends himself will be no more.'

and foes. I bave fulfilled my utmost promHere the Old Year called for his account ise, and been more bountiful than many of book, and turned over the pages with a sor my predecessors. My twelve fair children rowful eye. He bas kept, it appears, ao ac have, each in their turn, aided my exer, curate account of the moments, minutes, tions; and their various tastes and disposihours, and months which he has issued, and tions have all conduced to the general good. subjoined, in some places, memorandums of Mild February, who sprinkled the naked the uses to which they have been applied, boughs with delicate buds, and brought her and of the losses he has sustained. These wonted offering of early tlowers, was pot of particulars it would be tedious to detail, and more essential service than that rude blusterperhaps the recollection of the reader may ing boy, Marcń, who, though violent in his furnish them as well or better; but we must temper, was well-intentioned and useful.--notice one circumstance ; upon turning to a April a gentle tender-hearted girl, wept for certain page in his accounts, the old man his loss, yet cheered me with many a smile. was much affected, and the tears streamed June came crowned with roses, and sparkdown his furrowed cheeks as he examined ling in sunbeams, and laid up a store of costit. This was the register of the forty-eightly ornaments for her luxuriant successors; Sundays which he had issued : and which, Ėut I cannot stop to enumerate the good of all the wealth be had to dispose of, haj qualities and graces of all my children. been, it appears, the most scandalousty You, my poor December, dark io your comwasted. These,” said he, “were my most plexion, and cold in your temper, greatly precious gifts. I had but fifty-two of thein resemble my first-born January, with this

difference, that he was most prone to antici waste time in anavailing regret; all their pation, and you to reflection.

wishes and repentance will pot recal me to “If there should be any, who, upon hear life. I shall never, never return! I would ing my dying lamentation, may feel regret rather earnestly recommend to their regard that they have not treated me more kindly, I my youthful successor, whose appearance is would beg leave to hint, that it is yet in their shortly expected. I cannot hope to survive power to make some compensation for their long enough to introduce him ; but I would past conduct, by rendering me, during my fain hope that he will meet with a favourable few remaining days, as much service as is in reception; and that, in addition to the flattheir power ; let them testify the sincerity tering honours which greeted my birth, and of their sorrow by an immediate alteration the fair promises which deceived my hopes, in their behaviour. It would give me parti. more diligentexertion and more persevering cular pleasure to see my only surviving child efforts may be expected. Let it be rememtreated with respect : let no one slight her bered, that one honest endeavour is worth offerings: she has a considerable part of my ten fair promises." property still to dispose of, which, if well Having thus spoken, the Old Year fell employed, will turn to good account. Not back on his couch, nearly exhausted, and to mention the rest, there is one precious trembling so violently as to shake the last Sunday yet in her gift ; it would cheer my shower of yellow leaves from his canopy. last moments to know that this had been bet. Let us all hasten to testify our gratitude for tor prized than the past.

his services, and repentajice for the abuse of “It is very likely that, at least after my them, by improving the remaining days of decease, mauy may reflect upon themselves bis existence, and by remembering the so, for their misconduct towards me : to such I lemn promises we made him in his youth. would leave it as my dying injunction, not to

How swiftly pass our years!

How soon their night comes on !
A train of bopes and fears,

And human life is gone!
See the fair SUMMER now is past ;

The foliage late that clad the trees,
Stript by the equinoxial blast,
Falls, like the dewdrops on the breeze!

Cold WINTER bastens on !

Fair Nature feels his grasp;
Weeps o'er all her beauties gone,

Avd sighs their glory past!
So, Life, thy Summer soon will end,

Thine Autumn too will quick decay,
And Winter come, when thou shalt bend
Within the tomb to mould away.

But Summer will return,

In all her beauties dressed !
Nature shall rejoice again,

And be by man caressed !
But, oh! Life's suminer passed away,

Can never, never bope return !
Cold winter comes, with cheerless ray,
To beam upon its dreary urn !

Then may we daily seek

A mansion in the skies,
Where Summers vever cease,

And glory never dies !
There an eternal SPRING shall bloom,

With joys as vast as angels' pow'rs!
And thrice ten thousand harps in tune

Shall praise the love that made it ours.


A CIRCUMSTANCE took place phical readers, and I therefore com

on a part of the maritime coast of municate to you the details I received this county, on Wednesday or Thurs- of this phenomenon from the respectaday, the 13th or 15th July (for my in- ble person above mentioned,

who formant, though an intelligent seaman, to have observed it with peculiar accould not recollect the exact day), curacy. which you will, no doubt, think de The weather had been fine for some serving the attention of your philoso- days preceding this event, the winds


being light and variable, but princi- the same nature as that above describpally blowing from the South-east and ed took place, to the great dismay and South-west quarters, as is usual on the terror of the village, immediately prewestern coast in all this season of the vious to the destruction of Lisbon. An year. The atmosphere seemed to be interest was excited in the event which charged with electric matter, but no fastens on the memory whatever seemevolution of it had taken place in the ed to have any connexion with it; neighbourhood whence my report is though in that day it was little suspectmade ; though from the South-wested that any physical cause acting upon and at a considerable distance, a con a place so remote as Lisbon, was likely tinual peal of thunder was heard, which to evince its influence, and that in a lasted for many hours. Froni nine manner so simultaneous as to put all to eleven o'clock A. M. being a few doubt out of the question, upon plahours before low water of neap-tide, a ces so far removed out of its heinreflux of the tide took place with such isphere. great rapidity, that large boats of nine

A circumstance of a similar kind is and ten tons burden, which were, to related, I think, by Swinburne, either use the seaman's phrase, “high and in the History of his Travels in Naples, dry” upon the beach of the river Dart, &c. or in some subsequent production : at about four miles from its embouchure, he states, that the late Mr. Brydone and at fourteen or fifteen paces from (author of that beautiful work, entitled the verge of the river, were set afloat “a Tour through Sicily and Malta”) in the space of a few seconds. This

was on a visit to him at his house in reflux of the tide came up the river in Northumberland or Durham, and rethe form of a huge wave, called by marked to him on a certain day “ that the fisherman a boar (or bore), which such were the extraordinary variations moved with so much velocity than of his barometer, as to convince him some small boats exposed to its action that some considerable derangement of were in inminent danger of being the order of nature was taking place at upset. A succession of this flux took the time in some part of Europe.” It place after the space of some minutes, afterwards proved to be the day when and it continued to recur, though in a that dreadful earthquake took place in slight degree, at intervals of ten mi. Sicily and Calabria, of which Sir Wilnutes, or a quarter of an hour, till low liam Hamilton has given so accurate water, and for an hour or two after the and interesting account, and to which flood-tide.

the destruction of a great part of the The occurrence above related will fine city of Messina and of Taormina, awaken in the minds of some of your together with that of Reggio, Scilla, and older Correspondents (who may recol- other small towns in Ultra-Calabria, lect the disastrous convulsions of the was owing. earth and sea, which devastated Lisbon The incident of the huge wave," in 1756, and more lately the earth- an expression, I believe, borrowed quakes by which Sienna and its neigh- from Sir William Hamilton, as applybourhood in Italy, Messina in Sicily, ing to the boar (bore), which my Devand all the contiguous coasts of Cala- onshire fisherman has described to me, bria were visited, the apprehension of is remarked in Sir William's account similar diasters in some parts of Eu- of this disaster, as taking place on the rope; for I believe there are no in- coast of Calabria. Not many years stances upon record of the electrical after its occurrence, travelling into these influences having been extended to countries, I passed some time at Reggreater distances than the confines of gio and Scilla, which then bore the that quarter of the world. An octo- marks of the ruin they had been ingenarian with whom I have conversed, volved in. At the latter place I met and who has served the office of the with a respectable and sensible apoclerk of the parish whence this re- thecary, who was one of the comparaport comes upwards of 53 years, per- tively few of its inhabitants that had fectly reinembers that appearances of escaped the destruction which this

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6 wave” brought upon the great ma. At what period of the day or night I jority. He stated to me, as indeed Sir do not uow recollect and not having William Hamilton relates, that, in Sir William's book with me cannot asorder to avoid the imminent danger at- certain with precision, nor indeed is it tending the fall of houses in the town, of importance, the exact hour; but by which several persons had been on the instant a tremendous wave killed, the greater part of the inhabi- seen approaching the beach, which, tants ran to the large beach extending exaggerated perhaps by the terror of along the shore from the point of Scilla, the beholders, seemed to be of from towards Reggio, where they erected forty to fifty feet in height, and before tents, and remained part of the day they had power to take measures for and night in perfect security. It was escaping, swallowed up, “at one fell the good fortune of this gentleman to swoop,”.

as Shakspeare expresses it, be too infirm to accompany his son the whole of this devoted party, conand his family to this place of shelter, sisting in all of from twelve to fifteen and he remained in his garden, which hundred persons, was a little out of, and above the town.

The Scrapíað.

A MAN of sensibility is always either the impossibility of equalling it, as to in the attic of ecstacies, or the cellar of give up all attempts at imitation. sorrow; either jumping with joy, or groaning with grief. But pleasure and It is beauty whose frown is the most pain are like a cucumber,—the ex- awful : no tempest equals that of a tremes are good for nothing. I once summer sky. heard a late minister compared to the same vegetable, “ For,” said the

The best way to silence a talkative

punster, “his ends are bad.”


Do is never to interrupt him.

not snuff the candle, and it will go That the style of such writings as out of itself, are intended to attract the public eye be more elevated than that of private

Anger is most fearful when unacletters, is as requisite as it is for the companied by tears : it is lightning pulpit of a preacher to be somewhat

without rain. above the level of his auditors.

When first we enter a crowd, there By too constant association, the is little to be done but to push on sincerest friendship may be estranged, through those before us, while our or rather, obliterated; as the richest limbs are fresh and our spirits high; coins are defaced by the friction of but we soon feel that multitudes are each other.

gathering behind us, and that the Different periods of time, when their most we can hope, with probability of order has faded from the memory, success, is to maintain our ground in seem all consolidated into one ; as

advance of the new

And the distant horizon appears to mingle thus it is in a literary life. We set with the sky.

out, with a view of overtaking our

forerunners in the chace; but eventAn open countenance is like the face of a dial,-showing clearly what ually find it sufficiently toilsome to

preserve our advantage over those

youthful competitors who are moIf perfection were ever once beheld, mently threatening to outstrip us. we should be so fully convinced of


passes within.

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