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Schumacher, M. Mossotti, and several oth great relief, and in only three cases was it er astronomers, are engaged in calculations inoperative. The average length of time which will enable us, in a future Number, during which it was found necessary to to record the chief elements of this comet's persevere in the application of this reme. motion.

dy was only six days; and it seems to de. TO BOIL POTATOES MEALY, AND NOT

serve the attention of other medical prac

titioners. CRACKED, it has been recommended to assort them to

INTELLIGENCE. a nearly uniform size, for each boiling ; There is preparing for publication, the put them into an uncovered pot, which they Extracts from a Journal written on the must not fill, and pour over them cold wa Coasts of Chili, Peru, and Mexico, in the ter, so as only to cover them. When this years 1820, 1821, and 1822; containing first water is nearly ready to boil, pour it some Account of the recent Revolutions, off, and replace it with a similar quantity together with Observations on the State of of cold water salted rather profusely: Society in those Countries, by Captain Ba. which replacing of the water has the dou. sil Hall, R. N. ble effect of removing the extracted juices Mr. Cochrane, whose extraordinary peof the raw potatoes, and to cool their out destrian exploits in Asia and in the Northsides, whilst their ioner parts retain the ern regions of the Russian Empire have ex. heat acquired, so that the boiling they are cited so much wonder, is printing his Tra. then to undergo (until the prongs of a fork vels. He penetrated in one direction to the proves them to be done in the middle,) is utmost boundaries of Russia towards Ameuniform throughout, and the potatoes are rica, where he was stopped by authority; not cracked, as in a close covered pot they and we understand that his adventures bear are apt to be, by the great heat applied to altogether a character of novelty and pecatheir outsides, whilst yet their centers are liar interest. in part raw.

A public meeting was lately held at Lir. NORWAY.

erpool, to consider the propriety of receivM. Boye, a naturalist who chiefly studies ing and adopting, as a public institution, ornithology, has published a narrative of a

the Mechanics' and Apprentices' Library, tour in Norway, as far as Lofoden. At which has been successfully commenced in Seyerstad he could not induce a woman to

that town by private exertions, and it was accept any kind of payment for the dinner resolved to establish such a library. The which he had just eaten. She led him to meeting was numerously attended by gen. a window, and pointing to the surrounding tlemen of the highest respectability, and the country, said, " So long as the earth shall body of the hall was crowded by mechanics give us corn, and the sea fish, no traveller and appreotices. shall ever be able to say that we have ta

Mr. Bernard Barton has in the press a ken money of him.” In the Isle of Tiætæ, new work, entitled Poetic Vigils. where he landed wet through, in the middle In press, Poems, &c. by Thos. Wilkinson. of the night, the servants of M. Brodkorb,

Idwal, a Poem in three Cantos, with the proprietor of the island, conducted him, Notes, will shortly be published. without inquiring his naine, into a well fur.

The Jews of the British West India Col. nished and well beated room, where he onies, synthetically arranged, by George passed the night. The next morning he Robinson, Esq will appear in a few days. and his fellow travellers were invited to

The Life of Joanpa of Sicily, Queen of breakfast with the family. A few years Naples, is nearly ready for publication. ago, the proprietor of the isle of Porwig

NEW WORKS. caused the rudder of a boat, which had Howell's Charncters of Theophrastus, brought some travellers to the island, to be royal 8vo. 21s. : imperial 8vo. 11. 11s. 64. secretly taken away, in order to compel -Wood's Essay on the Genius of Homer, them to rempain at his house till a new one

8vo. 7s. 6d.-Godwin's History of tbe Comcould be made. The community of inter; monwealth, Vol. I. containing the Civil ests between the inhabitants, their retired War, 8vo.' 148.-Sayings and Doings, 3 situation, and the small number of travel- vols. 8vo. 11. 108.--II Pastore Incaplato, lers who visit them, afford an explanation and other Poems, post 8vo. 7s.60.- Austraof their manpers, though without depriving lia, and other Poems, by J. K. Herrey, them of their patriarchal and Homeric cha. 12mo. 65.—Things in General, being Deliracter.

neations of Persons, Places, &c. Vol. I. SCIATICA.

12mo. s. 6d.--Chatfield on the Darker Dr. Martinet, of Paris, has published a Ages, 8vo. 7s.6d.-Country Belles, or Gos. treatise on the use of Oil of Turpentine in sips Outwitted, 3 vols. 12o. 188.Perci. Sciatica, and similar disorders of the limbs. val's Poems, 8vo. 163.-Memoirs of a DeIt contains a number of experiments, exhi- ist, 8vo. 68.–Cambridge Classical Esami. biting the advantageous effects of that es nation, 8vo. 48.- De la Beche's Geological sential oil. The result is, that of thirty-six Memoirs, 8vo. 188.-Guide to Mounts Bay persons affected with Sciatica and similar and Lands End, 8vo. 10s.--Plaid Instruc disorders, whether acute or chronic, twew. tions to Executors and Administrators, ty-sis were completely cured by the appli. 8vo. 58. — The Modern Traveller, (Part 1, cation of oil of turpentine, seven received Palestine,) 18no. 28. od.



No. 6.]

BOSTON, JUNE 15, 1824.

[VOL. I. N.s.


(La Belle Mag.)

By Mrs. Hemans.
LEAVES bave their time to fall,

We know when moons shall wane, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, When summer birds from far, shall cross the sea; And stars to set ;-but all,

When autumn's hue shall touch the golden grain,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own-oh, Death. But who shall teach us when to look for thee?
Day is for mortal care,

Is it when spring's first gale,
Ere, for glad meetings round the joyous bearth; Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie?
Night, for the dreams of sleep,—the voice of Is it when roses in our path grow pale!

They have one season_ all are ours to die!
But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth.

Thou art where billows foam, The banquet hath its hour,

Thou art where music melts upon the air; Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; Thou art around us in our peaceful home,

Then comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, And the world calls us forth,--and thou art there! A time for sefter tears;-but all are thine !

Thou art where friend meets friend, Youth, and the opening rose,

Beneath the shadow of the elm to rests May look like things too glorious for decay;

Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend And smile at thee: but thou art none of those The skies;- and swords beat down the princely crest! That wait the ripeu'd bloom to seize their prey.

Leaves have their time to fall, Leares have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And fowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set;—but all, And stars to set; but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own-oh, Death! Thon hast all seasons for thine own-ob, Death!



By Mrs. Cornwell Baron Wilson.
TRUE,-all we know must die,-

The Child that blossom'd fair,
Though none can tell th' exact appointed hour ; And look'd so lovely on its mother's breast
For should it cost the virtuous heart a sigh,

(Fond source of many a hope, and many a prayer! Whether death crush the oak, or nip the opening Why marmur, that it sleeps, where all at last must. fower?

rest? The Christion is prepared,

Snatch'd from a world of woe Tboogh others tremble at the hour of gloom; (Where they must suffer most, who longest dwell!) His soul is always ready on his guard,

It vanish'd like a flake of early snow, Hu lamps are lighted 'gainst the bridegroom come. That melts into the sea, pure as from Heaven it fell ! I matters not the time,

The youth whose pulse beats high, When we shall end our pilgrimage below; Eager through glory's brilliant course to run ; Whether in youth's bright mora, or manhood's Why should we shed a tear, or breathe a sigh, prisc,

That the bright goal is gained the prize thus early G7 when the frost of age bas whiten'd o'er our brow!

won ? 27 ATHEXEUM VOL. 1. 2d series.

Joy scatter'd roses, while
The bappy slumberer sank to calm repose,

In Death's embrace;-e'er love withdrew his smile,
And 'scap'd those chilling blights the heart too often


Unstain'd by many a crime,
Which to maturer years might owe their birth ;

In summer's earliest bloom, in morning's prime,
How blest are they who quit this chequer'd scene

of earth!
And shall no tear be paid,
To her the new-made Bride, the envied fair;
On whose fond heart, Deatb's withering band is

Checking each pulse of bliss Hymen had waken'd


Yes! all we know must die.
Since none can tell th' exact appointed hour,

Why need it cost the virtuous heart a sigh,
Whether death crush the oak, or nip the opening

flower ?


(Lon. Mag.) A DUTCH ambassador entertaining the offspring of ignorance and preju

the king of Siam with an account dice; there is some poetry here which of Holland, after which his majesty would not discredit any nation, some was very inquisitive, amongst other which would do honour to the most pothings told him, that water in his coun- etical nations that ever flourished try would sometimes get so hard, that Greece and England. We should like men walked upon it; and that it would to know whether our readers do not bear an elephant with the utinost ease. freshly recognize the Grecian model in To which the king replied, -Hitherto the following chorus from the Palame I have believed the strange things you des of Vondel: have told me, because I looked upon the thinly-sprinkled stars surrender you as a sober fair man, but now I am

To early dawn their dying splendour ; sure you lie.

We have little doubt but The shades of night are dim and far, that if six months ago Baron Fagel had And now before the morning-star told (not the king of Siam, God save

The heavenly legions disappear :

The constellation'st charioteer his majesty!) but the king of England, No longer in the darkness burns, that in his country there was such a But backward his bright courser turns. thing as poetry,--poetry which would Now golden Titan, from the sea, bear criticism, - we have little doubt With azure steeds comes gloriously,

And shines o'er woods and dells and downs, but that the king of England would

And soaring Ida's leafy crowns. have returned, in the most delicate and O sweetly-welcome break of morn! soothing terms which the “finest gen- Thou dost with happiness adorn tleman in Europe" could think of, the "The heart of him who cheerily – identical answer which his Siamese Surveys whatever nature gives,

Contentedly-unwearilycousin gave in plain English. Not What beauty in her presence lives, that we impute any want of information And wanders oft the banks along upon subjects of general literature, to

Of some sweet stream with murmuring song our Sovereign; on the contrary, we be. Who, in some blest secluded spot,

Oh! more than regal is his lot, lieve him to be a man of very elegant Remote from crowded cares and fears, acquirements, and of a refined and cul- His loved-his cherish'd dwelling rears! tivated understanding :--but to an En. For empty praises never pining, glish ear, Dutch poetry sounds like a

His wishes to his cot confiping, contradiction in terms. For ourselves, whose animating song is heard :

And list'oing to each cheerful bird to our shame we confess it, we should When morning dews, which zephyr's sigh as soon have expected moonlight to Has wafted, on the roses lie, burst forth from green cheese, as elo Whose leaves beneath the pearl-drops bend;

When thousand rich perfumes ascend, quence from the mouth of Mynheer; And thousand hues adorn the bowers, and we dare say most of our readers And form a rainbow of sweet flowers, would have thought, with us, that the Or bridal robe for Iris made two miracles were about on a par of From every bud in sun or shade. impossibility. In the little volume be- Or snare the birds with crafty net; fore us, we have, however, a complete refutation of this our ancient opinion,

* By J. Bowring, &c. London, 1824.

| Ursa Major.

To grasp bis bending rod, and wander hope, that beyond the immediate pur-
Beside the banks where waves meander, lieus of the Zuyder-Zee, these images
And thence their fluttering tenants take ;
Or, rising ere the sun's awake,

and words aforesaid, would excite senPrepare his steed, and scour the grounds sations, equally intense perhaps, but And chase the hare with swift-paced hounds; more akin to laughter than sympathy. Or ride beneath the noon-tide rays

We had figured to ouselves the Dutch Through peaceful glens and silent ways, Which wind like Cretan labyrinth :

Venus,-a lady about half a ton avoirOr where the purple hyacinth

dupois, with a face like the full moon Is glowing op its bed; or where

and a boddice-full of heavenly alabasThe meads red-speckled daisies bear.

ter, enveloped in a dozen petticoats, Whilst maideas milk the grazing cow, And peasants toil behind the plough,

and leading in her hand the national Or reap the crops beneath their feet, Cupid, as fat and immoveable as a flyOr sow luxuriant flax or wheat.

ing cherub on a monument;—when lo! Here flourishes the waving corn,

the Medicean herself in all her bending Encircled by the wounding thorn : There glides a bark by meadows green,

beauty and graceful diminutiveness of And there the village sinoke is seen : person, salutes us with a well-known And there a castle meets the view, smile, and the immortal Urchin who Half-fading in the distance blue.

floats round her shoulders, is as volatile, How hard, bow wietched is his doom Whom sorrows follow to the tomb,

as classically proportioned, and as misAnd whom, from moro till quiet eve,

chievously alive as ever. Are not these Distresses pain, and troubles grieve, the very deities with whom we have been And cares oppress ;-for these await so long and so intimately acquainted ? The slave who in a restless state Would bid the form of concord flee,

Cupid once in peevish pet

Cried to Venus-" They are wetAnd call his object- liberty.

He has drench'd my strings in tears : He finds his actions all pursued

All my quiver have I shotBy envy or ingratitude :

Wasted all-they pierce him not, The robe is honouring I confess,

And his heart of stone appears." The cushion has its stateliness :

“ Listen, silly boy !" she said : But oh! they are a burthen too !

« Steal a lock from Doris' bead ;

When the arrows miss-refrain ! And pains spring up, for ever new,

Waste not, trifling rogue, thy strength Beneath the roof which errors stain,

Wait and watch ! Be sure at length And where the strife is—who shall reign. Cupid sball his victory gain."

So he runs where Doris dresses,

But he dared not steal her tresses; When a person is cured of one mis

For a straggling hair or two apprehension the first thing he naturally

Softly be implores the fair ;

Bends his bow_" The shaft is here does, is to fall into another :- In con He has pierc'd me through and through." formity with this general practice, up

Many of the poems are turned with on our prejudice against the possibility admirable felicity of expression and of Dutch poetry existing, having been the most perfect ease of manner; nay, pat to flight by the publication of the there are some in which it is pretty evBatavian Anthology, our next step was ident that the whole merit belongs to to indulge a prepossession, that al- the translator, inasmuch as the original though it might be Dutch poetry, it thoughts are of little value : was not real poetry. It had sufficient

Maiden! sweet maiden! when thou art pear, ly the air of a prodigy that a native of Though the stars on the face of the sky appear,

It is light around as the day can be. the modern Bæotia should put together But maiden ! sweet maiden! when thou'rt away, such a combination of images and Though the sun be emitting his loveliest ray

All is darkness, and gloom, and night to me. words as might convey to his dull ear Then of what avail is the sun or the shade, and capacity, what he called poetic sen Since my day and my night by thee are made ? sations, or should feel within himself Upon the whole, if the Translators, any appetite for pleasures other than as they profess, wished merely to give the indigenous ones of smoking, sail- the British public some proof that poeing, canalling, and money-making; but try was not incompatible with the when in direct contradiction of opin- Dutch manners, mind, and language, ions, formed, as we thought, on a phi- they have more than accomplished losophical estimate of the Batavian dis- their purpose; their book is not only position, a volume of Dutch poetry was an interesting document of this kind, announced as forth-coming, we con- but a pleasing collection of elegant little soled our wounded infallibility with the poems.

(Blackwood's Mag.) LETTER FROM A " FIRST-FLOOR LODGER.” There are two lodged together.-Shakspcarc. Next, was the commanding--at the Nec hospes ab hospite tutus. Ovid.

very “ head and front” of The MornAN N Englishman's house is his cas- ing Post. « Vicinity of the fashiona

tle” —I grant it; but, for his ble squares !”—“Two persons, to inlodging, a comparison remains to be crease society"-Family of condition" found. An Englishman's house may -and “Terms, at Mr. Sam's, the be his castle ; but that can only be bookseller's.” where he consents to keep the whole Then came the irresistible. 6 Widow of it. Of all earthly alliances and part- of an officer of rank"_“ Unprotected nerships into which mortal man is ca- early in life”-“ Desirous to extend pable of being trepanned, that which family circle”-“ Flatter herself,” &c. induces two interests to place 'them Moonshine altogether! selves within four walls, is decidedly “ Desirable circle”--A bank clerk, the most unholy. It so happens that, and five daughters who wanted husthroughout my life, I have had occa- bands. Brandy and water after supsion only for half a house, and, from per, and booby from Devonshire snapt motives of economy, have been unwil- up before my eyes. Little boy too in ling to pay rent for a whole one ; but the family, that belonged to a sister - there can be, on earth, I find, no who had died.” I hate scandal ; but resting-place for him who is so unhap- I never could find out where that sister py as to want only “half a house !" had been buried. În the course of the last eight years, I “ Fashionable square"— The fire, to have occupied one hundred and forty- the frying-pan! The worst item—(on three different lodgings, running the consideration)-in all my experience. gauntlet twice through all London and Dishes without meat, and beds without Westminster, and, oftener than I can blankets. “ Terms,” “two hundred remember, the “ out-parishes” through! guineas a-year," and surcharges for As two removes" are as bad as a night-candle. And, as for dinner! as fire, it follows that I have gone 71 times I am a Yorkshireman, I never knew and a half through the horrors of con- what it meant while I was in Manchesflagration ! And, in every place ter Square ! where I have lived, it has been my fate I have had two step-mothers, Mr. to be domiciled with a monster! But Editor, and I was six months at Mrs. my voice shall be heard, as a voice up- Tickletoby's preparatory school, and I on the house-top, crying out until I find never saw a woman since I was born relief. I have been ten days already cut meat like Lady Catharine Skinflint ! in the abode that I now write from, so I There was a transparency about her can't, in reason, look to stay more slice which (after a good luncheon) one than three or four more. I hear peo- could pause to look at. She would cople talk of the grave” as a lodging ver you a whole plate with fillet of veal (at worst) that a man is “ sure of;" and ham, and not increase the weight but, if there be one resurrection-man of it half an ounce. alive when I die, as sure as quarter

And then the Misses Skinflints-for day, I shall be taken up again. knowledge of anatomy-their cutting

The first trial I endured when I up a fowl ! - In the puniest half-startcame to London, was making the toured chicken that ever broke the heart of all the boarding houses-being de- of a brood hen to look at, they would luded, I believe, seriutim, by every pre- find you side-bone, pinion, drum-stick, scriptive form of “ advertisements." liver, gizzard, rump,and merry-thought!

First, I was tried by the pretence mo- and, even beyond this critical acdest--this appeared in The Times all quaintance with all admitted and apothe year round. “ Desirable circle” cryphal — divisions and distinctions, I

-“ Airy situation"_“ Limited number have caught the eldest of them actually of guests”-“Every attention"-and inventing new joints, that, even in no children.”

speculation, never before existed !

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