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ORIGINAL POETRY. But now his fiery course was done, moment rather in want of a subject, cut it carefully off, and took it And his long and trackless race was run, away with him in his carriage to lecture upon it to his pupils. So For unto the sun he came. Mynheer W odenblock, considering that he had been hitherto ac THE COMET. But, should I tell you the conference dire, customed to walk and not to hop, and being, perhaps, somewhat h happened once that a straggling ray That was held between those orbs of fire, prejudiced in favor of the former mode of locomotion, sent for our From the solar system lost its way, Your every hair would rise ; friend at the canal basin, in order that he might give him directions And came to a comet's den ; So now I descend to earth again, Ere the height has turned my giddy brain, about the representative with which he wished to be supplied for And it roused him up from his long, long sleep, his lost member. And he sprung from his cavern, in chaos deep, Or the glory dimmed my eyes. To visit tho sun ngain, The artificer enter d tho wealthy burgher's apartment. He was CANZONET. reclining on a couch with his left leg looking as respectable as civer, So long had he lain in his dungeon cold, but with his unhappy right stump wrapped up in bandages, ls if His joints f It exceedingly stiff and old, BY JOHN llOWAllD PAYNE. Ancl h scnrco could move a limb ; conscious and ashamed of its own littleness. Thou ! oh thou, hast loved mc,-dcarest ! " Turningvort, you have h 11rd of my misfortune ; it has thrown But in spite of his sharp rheumatic pain, When none other cared for mo ; Ho shook his limbs, and combed his mane, When my fortune seem'd severest, me into a fever, and all Rott rdnm into confusion; but let that And soon put himself in trim. Kindest was the smile from thee ! pass. You must make me a leg; and it must ho the best leg, sir, And forth he sprung, through the realm of night, you ever made in your life.'' Turningvort bowed. "I do not care Yes ! ah, yes ! the lorn and lonely, what it costs ; " Turningvort bowed yet lower; " provided it' out And chaos stared at his crazy flight, Hollow hearts of worldlings shun ; - And a terrible tumult made ; Theirs are flow'rs·of day, which only does every thing you have yet made of a similar sort. I am for While torrents of cloud and flood and flame Open when they see the sun : none of your wooden spindleshanks. Make it of cork; let it be Up from her dark abysses came- light and elastic ; and cram it as full of springs as a watch. I know But nothing the monster stayed. But, while theirs were all reposing In the absence of the light, nothing of the business, and cannot be more specific in my direc On, on he went, as the lightning fast, Like the cereus, thine unclosing tions; but this I am determined upon, that I shall have a leg as Till the realm of destruction and darkness past, Gave its sweetness to the night ! good as the one I have lost. I know such a thing is to be had, and Glad was the comet then ! if I get it from you, your reward is a thousand guineas." For behind lay the kingdom of night and death, While he saw the light, and inhaled the breath, SELECT TALES. The Dutch Prometheus declared, that to please Mynheer Von Of the starry world again, W odenblock, he would do more than human ingenuity had ever do~e before, and undertook to bring him, within six days, a leg That lovely world, with its bounds of bluo, CRUELTY TO POOR RELATIONS; Sproad far and wide in the comet's view, OR THE CRIPPLED MERCHANT OF ROTTERDAM. which would laugh to scorn the mere common legs possessed by common men, While he stayed his course to gaze ; 0 BY HEN!\Y G. BELL. And he hung as one in a joyful trance, This assurance was not meant as an idle boast. Turningvort Watching the stars in then mystic dance, "And every Dutchman trembled at the sight." was a man of speculative as well as practical science, and there Through many a glittering maze. HE who has been at Rotterdam will remember a house of two was a favorite discovery which he had long been endeavoring to By millions and millions the orbs of light stories which stands in the suburbs just adjoining the basin of the make, and in accomplishing which, he imagined he had at last suc Solemnly moved in th ir courses bright, canal that runs between that city and the Hague, Leyden, and other ceeded that very morning. Like all other manufacturers of ter While from afar to his ravished ears places. I say he will remember it, for it must have been pointed restrial legs, he had ever found the chief difficulty in his progress Seemed, like the breeze, to swell and die, out to him as having been once inhabited by the most ingenious towards perfection, to consist in its being apparently impossible to A clear and awful harmony- introduce into them any thing in. the shape of joints, capable of be 'Twas the music of the spheres ! artist that Holland ever produced, to say nothing of his daughter, the prettiest maiden ever born within hearing of the croaking of a ing regulated by the will, and of performing those important func But the gales of heaven came floating there, frog. It is not with the fair Blanche, unfortunately, that we have tions achieved under the present system, by means of the admira· Gales of the soft ethereal air ; And at their reviving breath, at present any thing to do ; it is with the old gentleman her father. ble mechanism of the knee and ankle, Our philosopher had spent Down, down he plunged, on his heedless way, His profession was that of a surgical-instrument maker, but his fame years in endeavoring to obviate this grand inconvenience, and though And woe to all in his path that lay, principally rested on the admirable skill with which he constructed he had undoubtedly made greater progress than any body else, it In his fiery path of death 1 wooden and cork legs. So great was his reputation in th.is depart was not till now that he believed himself completely master of the By many a rolling star he flew, ment of human science, that they whom nature or accident hacl grQat secret, His first attempt to carry it into execution was to be With her glittering seas, and her hills of blue, curtailed, caricatured, and disappointed in so very necessary an ap in the leg he was about to make for Mynheer Von Wodenblock. But in loneliness he fared ; pendage to the body, came limping to him in crowds, and, however It was on the evening of the sixth day from that to which I have For with pallid beams they shrunk away, desperate their case might be, were very soon (as the saying is) set already alluded, that with this magic· leg, carefully packed up, the And hid thrmselves from his deadly ray, upon their legs again. Many a cripple, who had looked upon his acute artisan again made his appearance before the expecting and As he wildly on them glared. deformity as incurable, and whose only consolation consisted in an impatient W1Jdenblock. There was a proud twinkle in Turning But, alas ! too near his fatal blaze occasional sly hit at Providence, for having intrusted his making to vort>s gray eye, which seemed to indicate that he '
of steps that led up to the principal door, he saw his old friend, amuse her thousand citizens? Dost thou ever clip into a dock com to present the world with something quite recherche in the way of Tartarean monarch expressed no little vexation and rage at being spot where he had remained for some minutes as it were thunder· MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS. struck. He soon after, without being aware of what he wished, Mynheer Vanoutern, waiting to receive him. He quickened his mission, or dive into the mysteriousness of a western pier? Art thou mottos; but he was not successful. His practice was to give, in a baulked in his demand, he was soon brought to reason. In the end, I Kehamn sort of couplet of six lines, the principal events of each he agreed to accept a little dog in lieu of the child; which creature be or what he was doing, found himself again at the place. He came pace, and both mutually held out their hands to each other by way an old man, Mr. Editor? Have thy feet descended into the vale of A LETTER TO MY COUSIN. chapter, for which ill-executed innovation he was rather severely ing immediately thrown to him, he vanished through the roof, taking to the very spot where he had stood when the lady passed, mused of congratulation, before they were near enough to be clasped in a years? or canst thou still sport a light fantastic toe? Art thou a \ "And when they talk of him they shake their heads, pleasant man, Mr. Editor? thou who art the cause of so much plea handled by the Quarterly Reviewers. When Byron and Parson a considerable part of it with him, and leaving behind him, to use the for some time about it, went to a little clistance, and then came up as friendly embrace. At last the merchant reached the spot where And whioper one another in the ear."-Sliakspeare. 11 sure to others? Art thou a happy man, Mr. Eclitor? Have the bleak Bowles were at war, it was thought at the time that the mottos on words of old Aubrey, a marvellous perfume of sulphur." lte had come when he met the exquisite subject of his revery-uncon Vanoutern stood; but what was that worthy man·s astonishment to You "have heard that I'm to be married," coz, storms of adversity never howled around thy home? Hast thou al ( their pamphlets were the most successful hits in the whole contro sciously deluding himself with the idea that this might recall her to THE COTTAGE DOOR. see him, though he still held ont his hand, pass quickly by, without But I vow the report's not true; ways sat beneath thy own vine and fig-tree, without any man being versy. Tho noble lord chose the line, the spot. She came not; he felt clisappointed; he tried again; still 1topping, even for a moment, to say, "How d'ye do 1" But this I think I guess who told you, though "I will play at Bowls with sun anil. moon"- "Sweet Ellen More," said I, 11 come forth she abstained from passing. He continued to traverse the place till It able to make thee afraid? or art thou a Jone one in this working-day seeming want of politeness arose from no fault of our hero's. His was Miss Celestina Blue;- • Beneath the sunny sky; the evening, when the street became deserted. By and by, he was worlrl, with none to cheer thee, and none whom thou canst cheer? whieh is good; but that of his clerical antagonist is still better- She picks up all the idle talk Why stand you musing all alone, left altogether alone. He then saw that all his fond efforts were vain, own astonishment was a thousand times greater when he found that That is floating about the town, Wilt thou bend thy wearied steps to our lowly-thatched cottage, for " Ile that plays at Bowls must expect rubbers." With such an anxious eye? and he left the silent, lonely street at midnight, with a soul as deso· he had no power whatever to determine either when, where, or how Then hurries home to her writing-desk, we would share with thoo this ebbing bowl, and send thee on thy Among the best mottos of modern days, is that of George Combe, What is it, child, that aileth you?" late as that gloomy terrace. leg was to move. So long as his own wishes happened to co And sets it gravely down. way rejoicing? What! no answer? Like Olendower, have we call And thus she made reply: ~is_ when he so successfully replied to Jeffrey's severe animadversions on For weeks afterwards he was never off the streets. He wandered mc1de with the manner in which the machinery seemed destined to I should like to know to whom, dear coz, ed thee from the vasty deep, but no respon has come 7 Thou the noble science of phrenology. Combe chose the famous lines by 11 The fields are green the skies are bright, I would tie m ysclf for life; 1 hither and thither throughout the town, like a forlorn ghost. In par operate, all had gone on smoothly ; and he had mistaken his own mighty w1known, who art thou 7 wilt thou not 1prak? O ! for some "Glorious John:" The leaves arc on tne tree, For it's one thing, I guess, to be in love, kindl_y Meadowbank to withdraw the veil! Yf't tru~t not to thy And among the sweet flowers of the thyme ticular, he often visited the place where he had first seen the object tacit compliance with its independent and self-acting powers for a " Soothed with the sonnd the king grew vain; And another to take a wife;- 1magmed secunty ! We may pursue a phantom and follow a shade Far flies the honey-bee; of his abstracted thoughts, as if he considered that he hnd a better command over it which he now found he did not possess. It had I have loved at least a thousand times, Fonght all his uattles o'er again; chance of seeing her there than any where else. He frequented every but the time shall come when thou shalt be discov~r1' tho self; and for aje ne sais quoi sort of dry humor which runs through As he had ever been. his books, we should remark that "it is uniquo and lus own." of love I Incomprehensible mechanism of the human heart t calling out in the most piteous accents, As for Miss Macleod, she's in Inclia now, goat, " If you be a goat, show your bard." Wu wond<•r whe· "The ticlings that came next were from With all the other Macleods, ther Lady Morgan has a beard or not. We olli·r on cq1111l bet that A sailor old and gray, "I am lost ! I am lost! I am possessed by a devil in the shape of LAIRD OF FA WDON SIDE. TO A FAVORITE ACTRESS. a cork leg ! Stop me ! for heaven's sake, stop me ! I am breath And no doubt got the liver complaint, she has. Who saw his ship at anchor lie And bilious lovers in crowds; The following story was related by an old gentleman, resident for In the harbor of Bombay; I saw thee in thy hour of pride, less-I am fainting! Will nobody shatter my leg to pieces 1 Turn Notwithstanding all thiA, however, Lady Morgnn'a hooks are read The empress of the glittering scene And if people think that I care a fig and are worth reading. A book, perhaps, ought to h viewed as fifty years in Northumberland, but who had been born and educated But he said my brother pined for home, ingvort ! Turningvort ! you have murdered me ! " For Miss Celestina Blue, a~ And wish'd he were away. Gush'd through thy vems joy's purple tide, abstract thing, indepenclt·nt of its author. In nll her ladyship's near the scene described, where it was, in his youth, a common fire Flash'd from thy eyes, in glances keen, The artist, perplexed and confounded, was hardly in a situation They surely don't know that she wears a wig, "Again he wrote a letter long, Though luckily, coz, I do. writings there is thought sometimes correct, nnd sometimes incor side legend. The sparkles of the soul within, more to be envied. Scarcely knowing what he did, he fell upon Without a word of gloom ; Like lightning midst the applaucling din. rect-in general vigorous, and often original. Sho comes into the Tho Laird of Fawdonside, an estate immediately above Abbots And soon, and very soon, he said, his knees, clasped his hands, and with strained and staring eyeballs, So you see the reports are false, sweet coz ; I'm a sturdy bachelor still; literary arena armed cap-a-pie, and don•s the lords of the creation to ford, on th course of the Tweed, was one night riding home in a state He should again come home: I saw thy bosom fall and swell, looked after the richest merchant in Rotterdam, running with the And little stomach or wish have I the combat. Thero ore of the masculine gender many whom she of intoxication from market, when, just as he reached a place about I watch'd as now, beside the door, I saw thy brow on fire with thought; speed of an enraged buffalo, away along the canal towards Leyden, For a matrimonial pill; could with ease horsewhip at their own doors. This rather piques half a mile from hiR own house, he encountered that celebrated and And yet he clid not come ! I saw thee, 'neath the poet's spell, Perhap~ when your husband goes to heaven, nos aulres; and we revenge the inuignity offered to our brethren very generally n•prohnted character, the devil. Fully awaro of tho "I watch'd and watch'd, but knew not then Like some rich garment gold-inwrought, and bellowing for help as loudly as his exhaustion would permit. Give forth from every look and limb, In thirty years or so, by voting the lady vulgar, and so forth. Nevertheless, wherever ~ danger of his situation, the laird thought he wnuld give his holiness It would be all in vain ; Leyden is more than twenty miles from Rotterdam, but the sun I may throw myself once more at your feet A light, which made all others clim. reviewer gets really angry, you may depend upon it he is paying n the cut celestial, ancl pass on. But Satan was not an acquaintance For very sick he lay the while had not yet set, when the Misses Backsneider, who were sitting at With my crutch and my gouty toe. In a hospital in Spain. compliment to the intellectual strength of the person reviewed. When to be shaken off so easily: he fairly intcrc(·pted the laird as he was I heard thy voice, and every tone their parlor window, immediately opposite the "Golden Lion," Ah, me! I fear my brother dear Sank quicker-deeper in my heart; But tjl] then I shall never marry, coz, the Quarterly called Lady Morgon "a poor worm,'' they must have about to give him the go-by; and, although Fawdonside attempted drinking tea, and nodding to their friends as they passed, saw some For it is not my nature's law; Will ne'er come home again! I heard thy voice-thy voice !I.lone-- been terribly incensed at something she had said; and it lufs over then to take a more desperate course and rush past, he found him Though many with thee fllay'd their part; one coming at furious speed along the street. His face was pale as I'd as soon put my foot in a mantrap, coz, " And now I watch-for we have heard Or my hand in a lobster's claw; taken something more than a poor worm to incen~11 tho Quarterly. eelf, notwithstanding all his exertions, obliged at last to come to a 'rhat he is on his way, I hear its softest cadence sull, ashes, and he gasped fearfully for breath; but, without turning As for the sex, God bless them! coz, quiet lete-a-tete with his enemy. The conversation which ensued, And the letter said, in very twth, Like music on a summer hill. either to the right or to the left, he hurried by at the same rapid They have ah1'a ys been kind to me ; A FEW WORDS ON l\IOTTOS. ended in a proposal on the part of the devil, that l~awdonside should He would be here to-day. And I did feel thy triumph then- rate, and was out of sight almost before they had time to exclaim, But it's safer far to walk by the shore purchase a right of passage, by agreeing to deliver up to him what Oh! there's not a bird that singeth now A My soul, like thine, was young and proud; Than to venture upon the sea. motto, says Samuel Johnson, is a sentence or word added to a ever living thing he should first meet as he approached his house. Would tempt me hence away!" Its chords responsive rang again "Good gracious! was not that Mynheer Von Wodenblock, the device, or prefixed to any thing written, to express its scope and ten rich merchant of Rotterdam 1" 'rhc laird, calling to mind that a favorite greyhound was in the habit That self-same eve I wander'd down To all the praises of the crowd ; LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN EDITOR. dency. There is more in a good motto than one is at first apt to Unto the busy strand, Yet never plaudit came from me, Next day was Sunday. The inhabitants of Haarlem were all go of coming out of the house to meet him on similar occasions, con Mr. Eclitor, who art thou? what art thou? and where hast thou think; in fact, it is sometimes of moro clfoct than the book or pam sented to tho proposal, though not without some compunctions qualms Just as a little boat came in At least not such as men could see. ing to church, in their best attire, to say their prayers, and hear With people to the land, thy local habitation? Art thon a man, Mr. Eclitor, like unto other phlet to which it is appended. Frequen tly, however, a motto is very in regard to tho faithful and beloved creature which he was thus con I scorn'd to give away in sound their_A"e&t organ, when a being rushed acros~the market-place, men? Dost thy bosom flow with the milk of human kindness? or ill applied. Take, for instance, tho following, which we find on the And among them was a sailor boy, signing to destruction. Chance determined that his feelings of regret Who leap'd upon the sand. Emotions which to thee I owed like ID animated corpse-white, blue, cold and speechless, his eyes art thou formed of sterner stuff? In the crowded street or the lonely title-page of a new edition of Voltnirc's talented but infamous pro Emotions sacred and profoundJ should be exercis d on a much worthier object. As in the somewhat 1 knew him by his dark blue eyes, fixed, his lips livid, his teeth set, and his hands clenched. Every waU,, art thou ever to be seen? . Where the young and the gay as duction, the "Philosophical Dictionary:" Whose shadow on my hot cneek glow'd1 similar case of Jephthah, his daughter, a child of ten years, was the And by his features fair; But if, perchance, my eye met thine, one cleared a way for it in silent horror ; and there was Rot a per semble, art thou among them, though not of them? Might one get "How charming is divine philosophy first person whom he met. No words could express the horror of And on the shore he gaily sang Not harsh and crabbed as some dull fools s11ppose, Its language thou mights! well divine. .on in Haarlem who did not believe it was a dead body, endowed a peep of thy singular physiognomy in pit or box of the theatre? or the poor laird, as the fiend, who had dogged him, appeared at his A simple Scottish air- see the twinkle of thy Argus' eyes in the mazes of the dance? By But musical as is Apollo's lute!" "There's no place like our own dear home Alas! alas !-1 knew it all with the power of motion. back to claim his victim. Ile could only plead a respite. After much what tokens, mysterious personage, mayest tbou be known? Hast Never was Milton so misplaced.-Sir Walter Scott is a rare exam To be met with any where!" A dream-an idle dream at best ; entreaty, "the enemy" consented to allow him a few days to take For does not, at the curtain's fall, On it went through village and town towards the great wilds and thou a short face like the Spectator? a peach-colored coat like ple of the nicest and most lively perception in the choice of his mot forests of Germany. Weeks, months, years, past on, but at inter leave of the child. It being then settled that the renclition should be The J?layer sink into a jest 1 Godly? a rumbling walk like Johnson? or a crutch like thy am tos, on which score. William Hailitt, in his clever work, the Spirit made next Thursday at Galashiels kirk, Satan disappeared. LOVE AT A GLIMPSE. A weaned, sad. and painted thinir, vals the honible shape was seen, and still continues to be seen, in brosian brother, Christopher? Art thou a stout gentleman 7 Per of the Age, pays !um an elegant and well-deserved compliment. Before the appointed day, Fawdonsidc had consulted the clergy Some yeus ago, there used to be pointed out upon the streets of 1·1 A puppet that has lost its string f ftrious parts of the north of Europe. The clothes, however, which haps thou art lhe stout gentleman? Art thou bearded like the pard? Sir Walter's motto to his general preface in the Waverley novels man of the parish as to what he should do under such circumstances. Glasgow, a man whose intellects had been unsettled upon a very I will not do, as once I did- who waa once Mynheer Von Wodenblock used to wear, have and thy hair, does it stand up lilrn the bristly boar or fretful porcu strikes us as being particularly happy, and shows a good deal of that '111e minister, who happened to have some knowledge of diablerie, strange account. When a youth, he had happened to pass a lady , Dissolve the charm by coming near; mouldered away; the flesh, too, has fallen from his bones, and pine 7 Canst thou discuss thy tumblers like an Ettrick Shepherd? quiet humor for which the worthy baronet is so remarkable; the proposed a scheme, by which, with the assistance of his brethren, he on a crowded thoroughfare-a Indy whose extreme beauty, though I I know too well that much is hid now a skeleton-a skeleton in all but the c<'lrk leg, which still, or bolt thy Burgundy with the smack of a Jeffrey? Relldest thou words are from "Richard II. :" hoped to counteract the designs of the Evil One. On the day ap dimmed by the intervention of a veil, and seen but for n moment, II 'Tis better not to see or hear; over the pages of a Blair? or dost thou find thy sermons in stones? " And must I ravel out I had a dream like this before-- original rotundity and size, continues attached to the spectral pointed, the child was brought to Galashiels kirk, where, being placed made an indelible impression upon his mind. This lovely vision shot I A stormy wakening-and 'twas o'er! Writest thou in the broad sunshine of heavenly day 7 or dost thou My weaved up follies?" 11 1 a ~um mobile, dragging the wearied bones for ever and at the sacramental table, it was "hedged" round, if not with divi rapidly past him, and was in an instant lost in the crowd through enlighten mankind at the expense of the midnight gas? Art thou Shakspeare has it, "And must I ravel up," making the repetition of nity,'' at least with n dozen able expounders of it; and such a pray :-"hich it moved. He was so confounded by the tumult of his feet- No-llwu shalt ne'er be aught to me, ner Oft1 dae eartht I; Save what this very hour thA art; thoroughly acquainted with things past, present, and to come? and the word up too close. Sir Walter's alteration is certainly an im ing and preaching commenced as had never before shaken the walls mgs, that he could not pursue, or even attempt to see it again. Yet·1I Mi\r.& 118..t ainla protect us from broken legs ! and may there The fancies I now twine with thee canst thou tell to a certainty what should be done with India, Ireland, provement, and proves, in one sense at least, that fresh perfume of that place of worship. When Satan at last appeared, the minister he never afterwards forgot it. I Might else grow darker and depart ver ... ~a mechanician like Tumingvort, to supply us and the corn laws? Knowest thou the politics of the city of pala may be added to the violet. When Horace Smith, the well-known of the parish entered into a warm expostulation with him on the sub With a. mind full of clistracting thoughts, and a heart filled alter- iJ I hate the cold truths that destroy di cork~ of so awful and mysterious a power! ces? and art thou master of the small squabbles that disturb and author of" Rejected Addresses," took to novel-writing, he attempted ject of his unreasonable bargain with Fawdonside; and although the nately with gushes of pleasure and of pain, the mnn slowly left 1h11 So warm and bright a dream of jo1. 292 THE NEW-YORK MIRROR: DEVOTED TO LITERATURE AND THE FINE ARTS. THE NEW-YORK MIRROR: DEVOTED TO LITERATURE AND THE FINE ARTS. 293
course, did not suit the poet's Edinburgh patrons, and he altered it ed ring" of virtue. In his Letters, as in those of other authors, we We fill the air with our ecstatic shouts. But yonder is cat-witted FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE. wearisome to ascend as Mount Parnassus, is Virgil's tomb-Virgil, interrogatory, withheld me. The church of San Martino is, perhaps, though, was ousted hence, and carried to Portici, so that the Jew the richest I ha1 e seen. It is called a miniature Saint Peter'• ; and to the following : may sometimes trace the germ of his finest poetical pictures:- Girzy coming down the brae. "What keeps ye here, ye little sorra, ish priest, who gave a little fortune to be buried near him, must as far as it goes, it certainly surpasses Saint Peter's in marbles and "Till tired nt Inst and doucer grown, " As yon gray lines that fret the east when folk are seekin' ye a' gates, and think.in' ye're lost 1 Come FROM AN AMERICAN LADY ABROAD, Are messengers of day." have a very dissatisfied ghost. The tomb is most romantically precious stones; it formerly belonged to a very wealthy convent of Upon a knowo they sat them down." in to yer tea. Odd, I'll skelp ye hame." And reluctant, kicking, TO A FRIEND IN THIS CITY. Who does not wish that he had foreseen the splendor of his meri situated, overlooking a delightful country, and the grotto of Pausil Carthusian monks. Still this did not ploas his fancy; he tried again, and hit it olf in scratching, screaming, I am rudely sundered from my companion dian reputation 1 NUMBER TWELVE. Iipo ; it has a small stuccoed chamber within ; and its green mound Naples is a most curious city; the mass of the people live out of the simpl , p rC ct form in which it now stands: and hauled home. He, !ucky dog, has no relations with weak nerves But it is time to close these disjointed notes. However delight Naples, January 3, 1833. is overgrown by the acanthus and century-plant, as well as the less doors, for they shave, dress and take their meals in the streets. " ntil wi' daffin weary grown, and busy fancies, and may slide on as long as he pleases. Upon a knowe they sat them down." ful it may be thus to string them together in the silence and sun \VE have been here for more than a week. On our arrival, we enduring violet and harebell. There is one incessant hum and bustle: carriages _passing and re I have passed beneath the dark shadow of the embowering trees shine of a Highland glen, every nook and crevice of which is now found the principal hotels so thronged, that we could only be com You may imagine we could not be a week in Naples without passing, punch and punchincllo in one comer, and the Madonna and Lord Dyron was a rapid composer, but made abundant use of the which. overhang the avenue-have emerged into comparative light instinct with life and beauty, they will be read with different feel modiously accommodated for the night at the Croce/le, by intruding ascending Vesuvius. We went the way of all visitors; namely, child in another, both attrncting nn rqual number of devotees. pruning knifo. On returning one of his proof-~heets from Italy, he opposite to the " louping-on-stane,'' where the fair-haired boy ourselves into the chambers of people gone to Prestum. The next once oxprr.s d himself undecided about .a single word, for which ings in the saloons of the "city ofpalaces."-Blackwood. through Portici to the house of Sab!atore, where such a host of There is an absence of care, IL thought! ss gaiety about the Neapo long since deposited in a translantic grave-seated at his ease, has morning, not acceding to the landlord's wish, by taking three mi he wished to substitute another, and requested Mr. Murray to refer donkeys and beggars awaited us, as made the scene equally ludi litans that produces a correspond nt c!T!•ct upon the beholders; and greeted me with a good-humored jeer anent my escort, and have it to th late veteran of the Edinburgh Quarterly. This at once serable rooms, up one hundred and two steps, for fifteen dollars a crous and annoying. At length, having enlisted Salvatore, chosen the atmosphere, warmed by tho fires of V rsuvius, disposes every SOMETHING VERY CHILDISH. been ushered into the wainscoted parlor. My hurried meal has illustrates my argument, and marks the literary condescension of week, exclusive of any thing else, we settled in very fine apart our donkeys and dissatisfied the beggars, which is tantamount to one to idle lounging. No where sow ll nw hor an bo enjoyed or "The Lord to me an helper will, been swallowed, graced, and sweetened by a hearty cuff from Auntie the noble bard. Sir Walter Scott evinced his love of literary la And that right early prove." ments, at La Russie. This hotel is on Santa Lucia, facing the contenting them with us, we proceeded through Resina and Torr - appreciated the delight of the "dolcefar nirntr." }Jut for the dis Kate, and I am crouching with the huge fire on one hand, and my bay, with Vesuvius on its left, and from our balcony the view is del-Greco, to the H ermitage. Here a friar, rosy and fat, d spite gusting filthiness of the pulicose lazaroni, (who throng tho streets bor by undertaking the revision of the who! Waverley novels-a It is strange how at times sounds unheard for years will recur, grandmother's elbow-chair on the other. There she still sits in the goodly freightage of some fifty or sixty volum a! The works of magnificent. The bay is like ours ; perhaps I am wrong in saying his coarse brown frock and hempen girdle, prepared for us a lunch by myriads, or, with their heads covered, sl rp m tho 1un) which uncalled for, to the memory. The words I have quoted from our mild lustre of silvery age-the gentlest, the kindest of her sex ! Wordsworth, Southey, Coleridge, and Mo r , and the occasional so, for the fine outline of Vesuvius, with its smoke and fire ; the of dried beef, eggs and lachrymce cristi. From this spot vegetation makes even the chance of contact a thing mo t C•nrfull to h droad- old, rough, but occasionally majestic Scottish version of the Psalms, Her long tresses, peeping from beneath her snow-white cap, braided triangular form of the city, as it slopes down from the castle variations in their different editions, mark th ir lovo of retouching. across her brow, are of bright brown, strongly blent with white. almost ceases at once, and the remainder of our ride (about an hour d, Naples with its mountain, bay and islands, wouhl ht ll 11<1rC ct have been ringing in my ear this whole morning, palpably and dis The Laureate is indeed unwrarinblr, aft1•r hi s kind-a true author Saint Elmo, pushing itself far out into the water, and stretching and a half) was as desolate and lonely as ruin could make it. Th ore pnrndise; but alas ! the pollution of their uncleanl111e ••, 11111r1 nnd tinctly-in the very snuffiing tone with which the worthy precentor Her eyes rest lovingly upon the graceless imp at her side, with all of the old school. The bright thOU l(hla of ampbell, which sparkle along the shore ; and the high mountains against the horizon, with was not a tree nor a blade of grass visible; enormous masses of black d stroys its charms. Were I to personify Naples, it Hhuulcl ho u11- of-- used to give out the line. They were words of good omen the gentleness of the dove. Her English accent and low-toned like polished lances, w ro mn1111f1Lct urt•d with equal care: he is the villages and towns sprinkled upon them, give it a superiority to lava were the only products of the place ; despair and death abso dor tho figure of a girl with a perfect form and most he w1td1111g to awaken with, and should they be followed by no happier event, voice has a music to his ear which he has never since reft in the Pope of modern bards. lltH rorr..rtion aro generally decided im which ours must yield; still, there is something in its general char lutely reigned. We looked far out upon the beautiful s a with the hut dirty faco. You wish to, and yet you would not, k111 111 r tor they have brought along with th m a succession of vivid pictures fairest and youngest of her sex. She speaks seldom, nor is there provements; but in one 111•tt111c he failed lamentably. The noble acter which strongly reminds me of the view we have from the islands on its bosom and Naples at its side ; at th rich and green th world. from the happy scenes of youth. much in what she says, but her eye courses ever and anon around Battery. peroration of Lochi 1 1 fomilrnr to all :- the apartment filled with her children, and her children's children, champaign with its innumerable dots of white, indi utive of life and Dut J 1eo a parcel of lazy creatures under our window1, ly111 1111 Again have I slung my satchel on my back, and stuffing a huge Our journey from Rome (along the old Appian-way, very much hope and peace ; at the luxuriant and languid atmosphere that was th pavement, with a flask of wine beside them, playing th u1u1111 "Shall v1rtor 1• ult, or 111 cir nth be laid low, slice of bread and cheese in my pocket, and a long well-dried peat and every look overflows with kindness- modernized to be sure,) would have been more delightful without With hi lmrk 111 11111 fie•ld, nd his feet to the foe; under my arm, set off for the village-school. The object of the last My eyes aro dim with childish tears, fairly sleeping over all-and the contrast of our position was tre of moro. I must see who wins, so good by. And J onv111~ 111lmttlo110 hlot on his name, the rain. A little brick temple that we passed, at tho commence My heart is icily stirr'd, mendous. The aspect of this awful plnco is in tho natural world Look proudly 111 l11•1w n from the death-bed of fame." mentioned fardel may not at once be clear to all my readers, so I For 1.he same sound is in my ears mel'lt of the ride, interested us much. It was erected by the sena what we fancy a seared and blasted consci nco must wear in the In the quarto l'!litiun of Clortrudc of Wyoming, when the poet col explain. It was not, in my early days, the custom to pay to the Which in those days I heard. tors, to the wife and mother of Coriolanus, after they had, "most SELECT ESSAYS. teacher that tribute-money, which has since been levied by some moral; and when we alighted from our b nets where the ascent on lected and re•printe•el 1111 mmor pieces, this lofty sentiment is thus What scene does the fantastic spell of association next waken 1 dangerously" for him, "with him prevailed,'' and " won a happy foot commences, I had that samo sort of shrinking which would stultified :- under the designat.ion of "fire money." We paid our kain to the No. Be these recollections sacred to the buoyant gaiety of child victory to Rome." At Velletri, the Pontine marshes commence. PAINS AND TOILS OF AUTHORSHIP. hearth-stone in kind-each pupil was in the habit of carrying a tribu naturally come over me were I about to cross the threshold of a " 8hnll v11•tor rx111L in the lmttle'• acolnim, hood. I will not mingle with them thoughts of the dawn of youth, What do you think they are; boggy, dismal, barren swarnps1 Cain or a Lucifer. lNOEI' .NllENTLY of the labor requisite to supply the staple mate r look to yon ht•1Lvt•n from th d nth-bed of fame." tary peat to school along with him every morning throughout the when new and incomprehensible thrills begin to cross us-when They occupy an extent of twenty-four miles; are most luxuriantly Our rise was very fatiguing ; we were obliged to take hold of a riel of g niue or learning, the craft of authorship wou~d seem to b by The original pu 1 tg , how11vur, wns wia ly restored in the subse· winter ; and as it was quickly discovered that the inbringer of the sadness and joy first form their magic union, in virtue of which the green, bordered on both sides of the road by a canal, and trees leathern string passed round the body of our guides, who went in no m ans so easy of practice as is generally imagineil. Almost nil quent editions. best and biggest peat was, in case of delinquency, most leniently happiest moments of our after life are those in which the smile and whose tops almost unite. But no human habitation is to be seen, advance of us ; by this means we were pulled perpendicularly up our works, whether of knowledge or of fancy, have been tho pro· Allan Cunningham 1111fo1t11111Ltdy corr cts but little; his gay and dealt with, our parents' stack suffered proportionally. What rousing the tear fade into each other. For this time at least, the shadow owing to the fatality of the malaria, which renders existence on the cm1e, stopping at least a dozen times to rest. The volcano was duct of much intellectual exertion and study, or, as it is bettor rx· gorgeous genius rNl'llre•• the curb of prudence, excepting, perhaps, fires the dominies must have had at e'en! for one-half of our con of boyish thoughtlessness shall repose, beneath that sweet-veined them impossible during the summer months. Plenty of buffalos in eruption, and we heard every few minutes an explosion like a press d by the poet, in his imitations f th e•ld r lyrics, whi h are perfect centos of tributions were never consumed in school. But this is digression. spell-rhyme which conjured it up, lightly breathing, as when in my were ranging about ; some, too, were lying along the wayside ; Tho walk to tho village is delightful. The ground, hardened by volley of cannon, and saw huge fragments of stone and burning lava "The well-ripened fruits of wise delay." Scottish ~ elm and poe•1y. Th Ettrick Shepherd is disposed to infancy I slumbered balmily with the half-finished hymn fading others ploughing : they are easily domesticated, and do the labor the frost, rings as I tread upon it. Little masses of mould, inter thrown to an immense height in the air. The smoke rolled in Pope published nothing until it had been a year or two bceidt1 place th credit of th " llt•1nnina of ithsdul nd Galloway Song" from my lips.-Athenceum. of oxen. From Terracina, where these marshes end, there is a penetratcd with hoar-frost, lie dim glittering upon the footpath, and beautiful, varied columns and masses, above and over the inner cra him, and even then his printers' sheets were full of alterations ; nnd to the genius of A 111\n; 1u1tl ho 11 right. Their publication, as "Re beautiful succession of hill and valley ; but the rain meddled too crush like shortbread beneath my tread. The tops of the ridges of ter-of course we did not venture very near it ; but, having watch on one occasion, Dodsley, his publisher, thought it better to reprint mains,'' mny hlLV ht•e1n "ll fr nul," (na Mr. Jt ffroy terms it,) but so LITERARY CRITICISM. much with the carriage-windows, to permit us many perspicuous the field on my right are covered with a sprinkling of crispy white ed its changes for a length of time, we walked round the edge of the whole than attempt the neces~ary corrections. Goldsmith con was the ca tlo of trnnto 10 w ro th etrnin1 of Chatterton-the ideas with regard to what we were passing. Towers, and tombs, their sides ar a rich brown-here and there a solitary turnip-shaw Biographical Sketche• and Authentic Anecdotes of Dogs; with a copioU3 the outer crater till stopped by the molten lava, five streams of sidered four lines a-day good work, and was seven years in IH•ntmg " Vision" of Allan Ilnmany-tho s ntimental pr faces of the Man and scenes bearing upon them the powerful charm of association, shows greenly still, glancing with a thousand diamonds. On the Appmdix on the Breeding, Feeding, Training, Diseases and Medical which were rolling down its side. 'Twas magnificent to behold out the pure gold of the Deserted Village. Hume wrote hie de light of Feeling-and a thousand other productions. The origin of the Treatment of .Dogs; together with a Treatise on the Game Law•. By were for the same reason lost by us-so we can but hope for sun other side of the field is clad with grass, still green, but faded in its these fiery rivers after nightfall ; before which time, the ruins of ful history on a sofa, (not much of a "task" to him) but ho we•nl on Remains was as follow• :-vVh n a very young man, Mr. Cunning Captain Thomas Brown. Edinburgh. Oliver and Boyd. shine to brighten our return. The dread of robbers, too, was an brightness, long, matted, and frozen. The few sheep, who stand Pompeii, immediately in the direction they were taking, made th silently correcting every edition till his death. Robertson 11"e•d to ham, by the side of his filth r'1 fire in tho winter evenings, wrote WHEN Pierre says that he is "a friend to dogs,'' he gives for his other inconvenience : in fact, we had a wanant for our fears-for, looking blankly round them, are caught as in spring's by the giving scene too painful. At eight we took up our line of march to sec write out his sentences on small slips of paper, and, aft!'r ru1111dmg some of the sweetest of hi1 'cott1Hh eongs. These were shown to reason, that they are "honest creatures." Now "honesty" implies they say a pillaging of some Americans actually happened last way of its treacherous surface. A few crows are alternately rising the eruption in another point of view, and then to descend ; but a and polishing them to his satisfaction, he entered thl'111 111 n book, Cromek, when in Dumfri e, by rt•lntiv of tho bard; but they virtue, and virtue implies reason, and reason mind, and mind soul, winter ; and the squalid appearance, cloaked forms, savage counte and settling before me. A dry haze clings to the ground in the dis and eoul immortality. This is just the point we wish to come to; mist, so thick as to hide the crater from us even when we wer in which, in its turn, underwent considerable roviRion. ll11rk1 hud all found no favor in the eyes of tho colic tor of "relics."-" Could nances, and fierce gestures of the people we met, might well tance. The sun, a little way above the horizon, looks through a we cannot help believing that dogs have souls, and that those souls front of it, and to prevent our seeing the flames, although the nois his principal works printed two or thre tinwa Ill prtv lto press, the young man,'' said he, "but assist m in procuring ome of the excuse a trepidation. But, as you see, we are here sain et sauf, of their out-bursting came distinctly to our ear, suddenly surround fragments of ancient song, with which the country abounds, he thick atmosphere, which he dyes of a dingy orange, himself assum are immortal. Put an intelligent dog by the side of a silly man, and beforo submitting them to his publisher. Akr11"11ln 111111 Gray were what will be the result of the comparison ?-unquestionably this, and have set about our usual business. Our valet took us first to ed us. At the same time, the heaviest hail-storm I ever experi would be much better employed." Upon this hint Allnn spake. He ing the same color. Overhead the sky is clear-not a breeze is stir indefatigable correctors, laboring V!'ry !in ; nutl o wt11 the more that in nil things the quadruped is superior to the biped, only, that some churches, which differ little from the five hundred we have soon supplied him with abundance of lyrical antiqu s, which seem ring-and the white smoke goes dancing up in huge volumes from enced commenced, the fog increased, and we could not seo a yard prolix and imaginative poet, Thomson. I h vn rompnrcd the first tho one, possessing accidentally the power of speech, which has been seen already ; they are all a collection of marble, mosaic, paintings, the round-wattled knobs, substitutes for chimneys, surm01mting the in front of us; with these "appliances,'' and after repeated falls, edition of the Seasons, with tho last corrcct!'d on11, nnd am able to ed to bo more common in the vale of Nith, than wore over relics of denied to the other, has been enabled, by the facilities thus afforded statues, gildings and absurdities ; in one of them, San Genario, lichen-clad roofs and clay walls of the cottages. I inhale the fresh we arrived at a dismal cave, where Salvatore lighted his torches. state, that there is scarre•ly a page which do a not bear evidence of our Lady of Loretto in the dominions of the Pope. The uncon for mutual co-operation with his fellow-men, to maim farther advances which had its beautiful Egyptian-granite columns whitewashed, at air through my closed teeth with delight. The slightest sound comes After a great deal of difficulty, not unaccompanied by danger, we his taste and industry. Johnson think < th oy lost much of their raci scious cockney adopted the whole as genuine, and with the help of from a state of primitive nature. Yet even with the vast advantage the command of a former cardinal, we saw the figure of Christ in a sharply through the noiseless and stirless atmosphere. made our way over the rocks of lava, and taking fast hold of our ness under this sevcro regimen, but tlwy w r much improved in their author, manufactured the volume which occasioned some sur to be derived from the power of uttering articulate sounds, are the red frock and a blue sash. We are, however, in a manner habitu naked savages of central Africa, men though they be, entitled to guides' arms, (dependence made us quite affectionate, didn't it1) we fancy and delicacy. The episode of M ua1dora, the "solemnly-ridi prise and conir ture among the lovers of Scottish song and antiqui The picture which succeeds-the interior of the school-house-is ated to such sights, and even to others more awful. In Rome, look down with proud contempt upon theNewfoundlandor the shep waded and plunged through the sand and ashes till we landed at culous bathing-scene,'' as Campbell Jll fft ly describes it, was almost ties. Thia 11 tho hrncl and front of Mr. Cunningham's offending; not quite so pleasing, and yet at this distance of time there is a the form of the Savior, gashed and bleeding, is hung up in many the base of the cone ; our shoes filled with stones, ourselves wet to and there ar fuw uthors, we suspect, who would object to being charm attaches even to it. A large apartment presents itself to my herd's dog 7 Deprive these savages of speech, and we question very entirely re-written, the poet having originally peopled the " refresh much whether they would conduct themselves with so much moral of the streets, and in almost every church one sees representations the skin, pelted to death, but truly thankful for so easy an escape. placed in the conf1•KH1onal, if they had no heavier sin to acknow eye, with a clay floor, and rafters black and moist with the essential ing stream" with three inamoratos. Two of our most ambitious and intellectual propriety as dogs generally do. And, on the other of him in wood, au nature[; 'tis horrid to the eye of a protestant. ledge or to atono for. We found our donkeys shivering with terror; and, amid confusion authors, Johnson and Gibbon, were tho least laborious in arranging oil of peat. At either end is a huge fire-place, on one side is a door, hand, give speech to dogs, and thus enable them to form themselves The church of Saint Chiara is the burying-place of the kings of and darkness, stumbled along to the Hermitage ; where, divesting their thoughts for the press. Gibbon sent the first and only manu The above are but C w instances of authors' cares-the disjecta on the other two small windows. The space is dimly lighted by a into communities, and we see nothing chimerical in supposing, that Naples; in that of Gesu-Nu01Jo, not even females are allowed to ourselves of some of our humidity, and our friar of an astonishing script of his stupendous work to his printer; and Johnson's high membra of literary history. Of many illustrious men, we have few few white rays straggling down the capacious chimneys, and beneath their progress in civilization, science, and the fine arts, would be great enter with their hats on; the little one of San Severo belongs to, quantity of restoratives for the "inner man,'' we jog-trotted on to sounding sentences, which rise and fall like an h:olian harp or ca memorials. Shakspeare was in all things a "chartered libertine,'' the door, which does not reach to the threshold by half-a-foot; aided and rapid. Intensity and ardor of feeling are universally allowed to and is the sepulchre of the Sangro family. It contains three extra Salvatore's, jumped into the coach, and somewhere about midnight thedral organ, were written almost without an effort. Doth however and could not have been a very laborious corrector. His free ge by a dusky mysterious light shed through the small, patched, dirty lie at the foundation of the brightest achievements of genius; and ordinary and splendid pieces of statuary; the first is a covered found ourselves at dinner, supper and all at our hotel in Naples, re lived and moved, as it were, in tho world of letters, thinking or car· nius must have disdained the restraints of study, nnd the unities of panes of glass. Two dirty, hacked tables extended parallel to each where do we find such devoted attachment-such unshrinking fide lity-such unhesitating confidence-such generous heroism-such figure called modesty; the veil seems of the slightest gauze, and joicing from our souls that we had killed th:i.t "lion," instead of its ing of little else-one in the heart of busy London, which he dearly time and place, as much as his own beautiful, inimitable Ariel would other, near the whole length of the room, and on either side of each beneath its folds the features and person are distinctly legible ; the killing us. have scorned the fetters of this mortal coil. Milton-the "old boys and girls, dressed with all that tidiness for which the Scottish disinterested friendship, as in dogs 7 We ask the question with a loved, and the other in his silent retreat at L ausanne. Dryden wrote grave and melancholy conviction, that the answer must be, "no second, a man in a net, and a Genius extricating him: one would You have heard of the Campo Santo here, have you not 1 It is man eloquent"-the poet of Paradise Lost and Regained-was peasantry are so famous, are seated promiscuously upon wooden hurriedly, to provide for the day thnt was pn sing over him, and, con where!" Man, it is true, can give his sentiments expression, cloth almost affirm that the net was of hard twisted rope, from which the benches. The master is rocking backwards and forwards on the a square piece of ground paved over and enclosed, containing three sequently, had little time for corrr lion ; but his Absalom and Achito " slow to choose,'' and sedulous to write for immortality; but his ing them in the pleasant garb of flowery language, and thus attach entrapped shall speedily be disengaged; it is of a solid block, and hundred and sixty-five pits, one of which is opened every day in the phel, and the beautiful imagery of th Hind and Panther, must have great mind, like the famous pool of Norway, embraced at once the hind legs of a dingy wooden chair, besides one of the fires, the laws to them an importance which they do not possess, and an apparent cost the artist seven years. The third is a Christ-dead, lying on year, to receive the bodies of those who die in hospitals, or have been fostered with parental cnro. Ht. Pierre copied his Paul and mighti st and th minutest things, and his thoughts disdained to ap in one hand, a tattered book in the other, with a class of six urchins durability which is no part of their nature; but then, how are the a bed, and covered with a sheet which actually appears heavy and not the means to find other burial. These are thrown in pell-mell, Virginia nine times, that ho might render it the more perfect. Rous poar in an imperfect shape. "What was written-was written" ranged before him, who all but one seem sorely at fault. Through virtues which he can thus occasionally display alloyed and debased damp with the death-sweat ; the crown of thorns, nails and hammer naked and uncoffined; at night a heap of lime is strewed in, the pit seau exhibited the utmost coxcombry of affection for his long-cher and was incapabl of improvement. Of his gifted contemporary, the space beneath the door, down tho chimney, and through the by the continual intermixture of more sordid elements! Dogs cannot are at his side. An English nobleman once offered for this, its is closed for the year and another opened. Disgusting-looking in ished productions. The amatory epistles, in his new Heloise, he Jeremy Taylor, few records have survived that "great storm, which broken glass, half-a-dozen currents of cold air are rushing in. The blazon forth their good deeds, nor can they write sonnets tu the lady of their love; but if their lives are more obscure, they are fnr less weight in silver, but the family was then rich and refused : from sects, beetle-shaped, crawl lazily over the pavement, and in such wrote on fine gilt-edged card paper, and, having folded, addressed, dashed the vessel of the church and state all in pieces." When urchins seated at the tables are blue and shivering-those whose the neglect in which this place is suffered to remain, its pride must quantities, one can scarcely walk without treading on them. "They prescribing rules for the employment of their time in the morning, tum it is to be allowed to crowd round the fire unoccupied by the characterized by the indulgence of vice and unholy pas~iuns. Far and sealed them, he op ned and read them in his solitary walks in better to shake the honest paw of a dumb Newfoundland dog, than have somewhat " fallen from its high estate." Our guide took us are the spirits of those beneath,'' said the old crone who was cha he does not fail to counsel hie readers to be "curious to see the teacher, are blearing their eyes with peat reek. There is an inces the woods of fair Clarens, with the mingled enthusiasm of an author to grasp the hand of many a plodder through the tawdry meanness• sant clattering of slates and gabbling of tongues, above which the up a tottering pair of stairs to see something he called " molto peroning us, "they fly up whenever those deep holes are uncovered." and lover. (Wilkie and his models-the "timmer mannies," as an preparation which the sun mak s, when he is coming forth from his of his selfish life ! cttrioso :" it was, however, more queer than curious. According You may be sure we did not remain in this place long, but drove Aberdeenshire virtuoso styled them-are nothing to this.) Sheri r chambers of the east: and we know that he was zealous to present stentorian voice of the master is at times heard, like that of Nep If any one wishes to entertain enlarged and enlightened opinions to him, a former lord of Sangro had a valet and femme-de-chambre on to the beautiful road overhanging it, for fresh air and forgetful dan watched long and anxiously for a good thought, and, when it " a rosary or chaplet of good works" to his Maker every evening. tune commanding the winds and waves to be quiet. regarding this noble class of animals, (whether he coincide in the whom he valued exceedingly; they died together with their infant, ness: and stopped at the royal residence on Capo di Monte, which did come, he was careful to attire it suitably, and to reward it with Such a man would, from taste and genius, be careful of the concep The scene shifts, and a more agreeable view is presented to the sentiments we have just expressed or not,) let him peruse these and their master had them embalmed and put in cases for a perpe· contains many extremely fine paintings-all, however, copies, or the a glass or two of wine. Burns composed in the open air, the sun tions of his immortal mind : all that was tender, pious, and true, mind's eye. I have reached the edge of the peat moss at the foot "Biographical Sketches" and "Authentic Anecdotes,'' published by tuity, and shocking objects they are to look at. A network of iron work of modern artists. nier the better ; but he labored hard, and with almost unerring would be cherished and adorneu, while the baser alloy of human of the hill, on which my home is situated. The square holes, out Captain Brown. He will here find, besides a mass of highly useful holds the bones together, and the woman's heart is supplied by a The finest view of Naples is from the castle of Saint Elmo; it is taste and judgment, in correcting his pieces. His care of them passions and infirmities would be expelled from such consecrated of which the fuel has been dug are filled with water to the brim, and delightful information regarding the natural history and habitsof every species of dog, upwards of two hundred and twenty anecdotes piece of coral. The church of Santa Maria de! Parto cont:i.ins the scarcely possible to dream of a lovelier scene. A monk belonging ground. Cowper, the lights and shades of whose character have and frozen over. There I am, with the grieve's son, racing and did not cease with publication. I have seen a copy of the second illustrative of their dispositions, and nil of the most entertaining kind. ashes of the poet Sannazaro, who died in 1530, at the age of been spread before us almost as plainly and beautifully as the face sliding. Twilight is thickening around us. The moon is rising to tile church of San Martino, pointed out to us very good-humored edition of his poems with the blanks filled up, and numerous alter Captain Brown has pursued his subject with indefatigable industry of nature, in composition had only to transfer his thoughts to paper. red in the east. Westward, across the long level, rough with the seventy-two; on his tomb arc two beautiful statues of Minerva and Iy, the best points in the prospect, and from the virtit he evinced ations in the poet's handwriting : one instance, not the most deli and enthusiasm, and hesitates not to express his conviction, that the Apollo, now transformed into Judith and David; the Medusa's while doing so, I wanted to ask him by what perversion of that cate, but perhaps the most amusing and characteristic, will suffice. II never forgot the man in the poet : he does not, like Milton's low clustering bushes of the sweet-scented gall, (dead and scent dog "possesses intellectual qualities of a much higher nature than head, I suppose, goes for Holofemes's, and Apollo's violin for Da quality he came to choose his manner of life; nothing, I believe, After describing the gambols of his "Twa Dogs," their historian ~ir ns, "with voluptuous hope dissolve,'' but he more than re less at present,) we look to the long streak of faint yellow, linger mere instinct, and that many of his actions must be ascribed to the vid's harp. In the vicinity of this edifice, on a mountain almost as but the fear of his calling my own good taste in question for the described their sitting down in coarse and rustic t ' •. This, of alize• our expectations, and he bounds them all within the " charm- ing where the sun went down, beneath the gray clouds of evening. exercise of reason, in the proper sense of the word." Elsewhere ho 294 THE NEW YORK MIRROR DEVOTED TO LITERATURE AND THE FINE ARTS THE NEW YORK MIRROR DEVOTED TO LITERA'l'URE AND THE FINE ARTS 295 dwells on the unsullied and mVJolable ardor and punty of the dog's he hved at Libberton a distance of two nules from Edinburgh m a raised him above the herd of vulgar men-bat from the ennoblmg m ' upon one less pure m thought a very different effect from that which early years a dissipated life, his heart never seems to have been re THE NEW-YORK MIRROR attachment on his anxiety to execute and even to anticipate his house to which was attached a garden One sacrament Sunday the fluence of her he loved? was mtended We do not w sh therefore m the present mstance to ally touched He wrote an Ode on the Pass ons m which after master s wishes on his dread of g1vmg offence on h s zeal VJgor servant who was left at home m charge of the house thought 1t a This 1s a rcmurkabl y pleasmg view of the subject, but 1t must not implicate the author ss All we mean to do 1s to enter our protest dwelling on Hope Fear Anger Despair and P ty and describ good opportun ty to entertam her fr ends as her master and mistress carry us too far Thero 1s we suspect a sl ght per contra to which mg them with many p1cturesq.ue c1rcumotunce• he dismisses love EDITED BY G.BORGB P MORRIS THEODORE S FAY AND NATHANIEL P WU.LIS and gratitude for the httle kindnesses he receives on his firmness ill were not hkely to return home till after the evenmg s service about agamst the not on be 1 g either taught or received that poets are en with a couple of Ines as done ng to the sound of the spr ghtly vol &ubm1tting to pumshment and on his mdignatlon at mmented m n ne o clock Dur ng the day the dog accompan ed th em through we thmk 1t mcumbent on us to direct attent on but before doing so titled to one wh t greater lat tude m the r loves than other men The and formmg with JOY the light fantasttc round Such was Collins s SATURDAY MARCH 16 1833 Jury With such d1spos tons and capab1l t es g ve dogs language the garden and mdeed every place where they went n the most at we may as well state the prec se nature of the work we are rev1ewmg value of a 11 poot s love every woman should know and feel but idea of love ' and why m ght we not see among them orators statesmen poets tentive manner and seemed well pleased In the evening when the We learn that the authoress of the Loves of the Poets and or he 1s c1th r no tru poet or has no true love who offer• his genms as To these we may add Goldsmith-of his loves we know nothmg l\ational library-We are highly grat lied to learn that Messrs and warnors ~ Educate them on the system of Lancaster Ham I time arr ved when the party meant to separate they proceeded to do the Diary of an Enn yrn (a very pretty sentimental volume) is an excus for Im nk ng the commandments of heaven and the solemn they were probably the reverse of poetical and may have had some so but the do_g the mstont they went to the door mtcrposed and mfluence on his purse and respectab hty but none on !us literary cha Conner and Cooke are about commenc ng the pubhcat1on of a sene1 ton or Sheriff Wood and we feel certam that many of them would a Mrs Jameson a native of the Emerald Isle but we are alike 1g enactments f m n The puny wh1pster who pours forth amatory of Amer can work• under the title of the N at10nal Library lacmg himself before it would not allow one of them to touch the norant of her person and fart! er history The book before us is tho racter and productions He also died unma111ed make the best wranglers of Cambridge and Oxford look to the r laurels r.1andle On their persist ng and attempt ng to use force he became eflus one mto ti c lop of mill ners or with a crow quill scratches Shenstonel if he was not a poetical old bachelor was httle better Dispersed m vanous direct ons and many of them almost, if not Without farther preface we shall present our readers w th a few funousl and m a menacing manner drove them back to the kitchen matured execut10n of a rn ther happy 1dco and the subject bemg one sonn te on tho blank leaves of an album may not m the vulgar vices than a poetJca dangler He was not formed to capuvate his per Ientirely forgotten are a number of nut ve efforts which 11 is be of general mterest we have no doubt twill meet with a pretty ex amusmg extracts from this work the whole of which we have read where he kept them unt l the arr val of Mr and Mrs S mp•on who of • durll m and mfidehty but he whose mind 1s attuned to a far son was clumsy his manners d1sagreeable1 and his temper feeble and lieved are deserv ng of revival and preservation nor can 1t be reason with the highest sattsfactton Our first quotat10n treats of were surpnsed to find the party at so late an hour and more so to tensive circulation It con tans not ccs of a considerable propor h ghcr pll h knows that th whole wealth of his deep nffecttons must vac1llat1ng The Delia who 1s mtrod 1cea mto h s elegies and the ably doubted that they would be received by an Amencan pubhc with see the dog standing sentinel over them Bemg thus detected the t10n of the celebrated poets of oil coun tn s m so far as they had rest for ver w th her on whom they are fir•t bestowed and con say Phil! s of his pastoral ballad was Charlotte Graves sister to the favor and patronage None can tell m what the national literature A NE.., DOTES OF THE NEWFOUNDLANn DOG servant ackno vlcdged the whole c rcumstances and her fr ends were Groves who wrote the Spmtnal Quuwte There was nothing warm any thmg to do with ajfaires du c1mir and mt erm ngles with hvely w th the noble I talion consists until 1t 1s collected and placed before them and many Will There is another remarkable m•tance wh ch came under the allowed to depart ofter be ng admon shed hy the worthy div nc 111 or earnest m his adm rat10n and all his gallantry 1s as vapid as his regard to the proper use of the Sahbath They could not but cons1 descriptions of their amourettes numerous pit usunt quotottons from character He never gave the lady who was supposed and who doubtless be surpr sed to learn that theie are not a few excellent observation of the owner of the dog JUSt ment oned One of the ma their poetical works whether m French Itol u 1 or l 1ghsh These gistrates of Ha1bor Grace had an old ammal of this kind wluch was der the dog as mstrumental m the hand of Providence to po nt out supposed herself to be the object of his serious purswt an opportu111 works the pr iduct on of native wntern of the existence of which m the hab t of carry ng a lantern before his master al mght as stea the 1mpropn ty of spending this holy day m feasting rather than m httle sketches says Mrs Jameson m her prefor arc absolutely ty of accepting or reJectmg him and his conduct has been blamed they are totally ignorant They were pub! shed perhaps at a t me dily as the mo•t attent ve servant could do stopp ng short when he the duties of 1el gion without any other pretension than that of cKh b tmg ma email com as amb guous and unmanly His querulous declamations agamst when there was little 1f any d1spos1t10n to encourage or mdecd to women m general had neither cause nor excuse and his complrunts made a stop and proceeding when he saw him disposed lo follow A circumstance mdicat ve of the sagacity of a Newfoundland dog poss and under one point of v ew many anecdotes of h ogruphy and be! eve m the poss b lity of any domestte compos1t1on of this kind de If his owner was horn home as soon as the lantern was fixed to h s er t c1sm and many beautiful poetical portrruts scull! r d through a of mfidehty and coldness are equally without foundu!Jon He died has come under our own observat on wh ch 1s perhaps worth stat unmarried servmg encouragement and long before the mvent on of that elabo mouth and the command given Go fetch thy master he would var cty of works and all tendmg to illustrate a subJ ( t Ill itself full 1mmed1atcly set off. and proceed d rectly to the town which lay at a mg 111 his curly youth the dog to wh ch we allude had been called When we look at a p cmre of Thomson we wonder how a man rate system of puffing wh ch so often enables fortunate med ocnty to d stance of more than a mile from the place of h s residence When Hector but passing nto the possess on of a new master he was re of 1llcrc st- the mflL ence wh ch the beauty and virtue of w111 t n havo with that heavy pampered countenance and awkward mien could tnumph over the proud hum1hty of gemus that will not stoop to make there he stopped at the door of every house whteh he knew his mas bop! zed Nero He soon got not only reconciled to !us new narr xorc1scd over the characters and wnt ngs of men of g< n UM The ever have written the Seasons or have been m love I thmk it is clamorous appeals to tt e pubhc or sohc1t what it 1s conscious of ter was m the hab t of frequent ng and laling down his lantern but much fonder of 1t than h sold one see ug that his master pre pru s d 1 to a very graceful compiler we willingly b stow nnd us Barry Cornwall who says strikingly that 'Ihomson s figure was a deserv ng We m ght mstunce the wr tmgs of Charles Brockden person fi cat on of the Castle oflndolcncc without its romance Yet would g10wl and beat at tho door making al the nose m h s power fcrr WHEN.SHALL WE THREE MEET AGAIN? A BALLAD-THE POETRY WRITTEN BY AN AMERICAN INDIAN-THE MUSIC COMPOSED BY WILLIAM HORSLEY. ~--=~~ji;}J -i lJJ r J-T~ J ~ . ~--+-J _,,J.---c3-t-""-- ~~, ~'"'gain l When shall we three meet~ a - gain l Ott ahall~ glow-Ing hope ex-~=plre, Oft 2 Though in distant lands we ligh, Parch•d beneath a hostile sky; Though the deep between us rolls, Friendship shall unite our souls I Still in 1'ancy•s rich dom.ain, Oft shall we three meet again. 3 When the dreams 01' U1'e are 1led, When its wasted lamps are dead J When 111 cold oblivion•• shade, Beauty, pow'r, and :fanie are laid, Where bn:mortal spirit• reign, There may we three meet again. SALMAGUNDI. tion. The very forms of judicial procedure, the mere ged him to explain himself. "Most willingly," re Woman. abstract canvassing of poinis of !awl interest him ; turned the bishop. "In whatever state I am, I first Yes, woman is a lovely flower, Sonnet Crom the Italian. for, in following them out through a apse of years, look up to heaven, nn