him over its head into the water. Fortunately, it used this advantage only to effect its own escape. Captain Scoresby mentions a boat's crew which attacked a bear in the Spitzbergen sea; but the animal having succeeded in climbing the sides of the boat, all the sailors threw themselves for safety into the water, where they hung by the gunwale. The victor entered triumphantly, and took possession of the barge, where it sat quietly, till it was shot by another party. The same writer mentions the ingenious contrivance of a sailor who, being pursued by one of these creatures, threw down successively, his hat, jacket, handkercheif, and every other article in his possession, when the brute, pausing at each, gave the sailor always a certain advantage, and enabled him finally to regain the vessel. Though the voracity of the bear is such, that he has been known to feed on his own species, yet maternal tenderness is as conspicuous in the female as in other inhabitants of the frozen regions. There is no exertion which she will not make for the supply of her progeny. A she bear, with her two cubs, being pursued by some sailors across a field of ice, and finding that, neither by example, nor by a peculiar voice and action, she could urge them to the requisite speed, applied her paws, and pitched them alternately forward. The lit tle creatures themselves, as she came up, threw themselves before her to receive the impulse, and thus they effected their escape. Bears are by no means devoid of intelligence. Their schemes for entrapping seals, and other animals on which they feed, often display considerable ingenuity. The manner in which the Polar bear surprises his victim, is thus described by captain Lyon: On seeing his intended prey, he gets quietly into the water, and swims to a leeward position, from whence, by frequent short dives, he silently makes his approaches, and so arranges his distance, that at the last dive, he comes to the spot where the seal is lying. If the poor animal attempts to escape by rolling into the water, he falls into the paws of the bear; if, on the contrary, he hes still, his destroyer makes a powerful spring, kills him on the ice, and devours him at leisure. Some sailors, endeavoring to catch a bear, placed the noose of a rope under the snow, baited with a piece of whale's flesh. The bear, however, contrived, three successive times, to push the noose aside, and to carry off the bait unhurt. Captain Scoresby had half-tamed two cubs, which used even to walk the deck; but they showed themselves always restless under this confinement, and finally effected their escape. According to Pennant and other writers, the bear forms chambers in the great ice mountains, where he sleeps the long winter night, undisturbed by the roar of the northern tempest; but this regular hibernation is doubted by many recent observers. POETRY. ODE TO THE MOON. WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT. Bid the thick clouds of darkness take their flight The wind-god gently skipping through the vale, The osiers bending to the pleasant gale, But stay-methinks 'twas on a night like this, Is born a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord." ADDRESS TO AN INFANT. Sweet infant, when I gaze on thee, Thy glance of animated brightness→ Of Reason in her first revealings, How blest the boon of opening years, Thou hast not felt Ambition's thrall, Simple and ardent are thy pleasures; I know the spell to soothe thy sadness, Can soon transform thy grief to gladness. The world, my fair and frolic boy, May give thy feelings new directions, A parent's look,-a parent's greetings! And, oh! may Ie, whose boundless love Beyond the fondest mother's kindness- And guide thy steps in peace below, FIRST AND LAST HOURS. Lov'st thou the hour, the first of day, When the dewy hours are opening bright, Doth it not to thy warm heart tell Lov'st thou the hour in twilight time, When every flower is closing round; And a gradual dropping down to sleep? These hours are types and signs of thine; In those who looked to future years, And watched how grew each feature's mould, And trusted strife should never come, And thy last hour-'tis thine to make Will be to the better world to climb; A REFLECTION AT SEA. BY THOMAS MOORE. SEE how beneath the moon-beam's smile Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, |