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vour as a reward for their conscien- sect whose tenets are unconnected tious abstemiousness, but which physiologists more rationally attribute to the curative effects of a natural diet, and the temperance it neccessarily entails in other respects.* The society is said to be rapidly increasing, and when we reflect on the blood-thirsty character of most sects of fanatics, we may rejoice that there is at least one

with cruelty. They form a good antithesis to the savage acts of the infernal mode of expelling the devil, resorted to in Ireland. We have lately heard an authentic account of a young woman who sacrificed her own aged grandmother, killing her herself, as a sort of expiation : this happened near Geneva, and not long ago.

THE SEA-MARK.

From the German of Goethe.
DARK on yon ancient turret stands.
A hero's shade on high-

Who as the vessels sail beneath,

Thus bids them oft good bye :

"These sinews once were strong and bold,

My swelling heart was up;

And there was marrow in my bone,

And liquor in my cup.

"And half my life I chose the storm,

And balf in ease to dwell;

And you, blithe ship, and you, blithe crew,
Be glad to do as well."

NEW SPECIES OF ANIMAL.

Mr. Marion has found in the island of Manilla, a species of reptile, of the family of the Agamoides, which has the faculty of changing colour, like the cameleon. Its head is triangular, pretty large in proportion to the body; the tail long and slender; along the back, the crest or rid is formed of soft scales, and under the throat is a goitre. The feet have toes detached, and very unequal; the scales are mostly triangular, imbricated and especially those of the tail. The iris is blackish, bordered with a little white circle about the pupil. The animal is very active, and feeds on insects. When the author first came into possession of it its colour, for 24 hours, was a delicate green, whether held in the dark, or exposed to the sun,

whether kept motionless, or in a state of agitation; but next morning, on removing it from the inside of a bamboo, where it had been placed, its colour throughout had changed to carmelite; when exposed to the air, this colour gradually disappeared, and the animal resumed its green robe. On this ground, certain brown lines were soon after visible: the animal was then replaced in the bamboo, but, on drawing it out, it had acquired a blueish-green colour, and it was only in the open air that the brownish tints returned; and at length, without any variation of form or position, the brown colour gave place to a uniform green, intermingled, however, with some brownish streaks. When laid on green or red substances, no grain of colour was observed.

PASTEBOARD ANATOMICAL figures.

Mr. Auzoux, a young physician of Paris has invented a method of studying the anatomy of the human body superior to that by any imitation with The flexibility of the wax renders it fit to represent the surface of

wax.

objects; but, the interior parts, which are most wanted for inspection, cannot be surveyed by it. Of course, waxen figures are better adapted to the museum than the amphitheatre. Mr. Auzoux, with a composition re

*This circumstance ought to be known to the new society for preventing cruelty to animals, lately formed in London under the patronage of Mr. Buxton, and who meet regularly at Slaughter's Coffee-House.

sembling pasteboard, can imitate the human frame, including all its organs, its internal and external parts, with exact fidelity. The upper parts are easily displayed, according to the rules adopted in dissection, and the interior are moveable with the like facility. The artificial structure may thus be decomposed into a thousand different pieces, and readily put together again, by means of numerical cyphers attached. The only objection to this process is, that the shades and colouring are not so well shown as on wax, but this it is thought may be sur mounted. The most minute organs,

the nerves, muscles, veins, all the vessels, are completely and correctly exhibited. In anatomical pathology, the effects of any malady will not only be visible on the surface, but the ravages made by it in the interior of the body and the alterations thereby effected. With the aid of variable pieces, the accoucheur may contemplate the different stages of pregnancy, &c. Comparative anatomy, veterinary medicine, and many who are not professionally obliged, and from the fetid scent, cannot attend dissections, will derive no small advantage from this invention.

THE PLEASURES OF BRIGHTON. A CIVIC SONG.

HERE'S fine Mrs. Hoggins from Aldgate,
Miss Dobson and Deputy Dump,
Mr. Spriggins has left Norton-Falgate,
And so has Sir Christopher Crump.
From Shoreditch, Whitechapel and Wapping,
Miss Potts, Mr. Grub, Mrs. Keats,

In the waters of Brighton are popping,
Or killing their time in its streets.
And it's O! what will become of us?
Dear! the vapours and Blue-
Devils will seize upon some of us
If we have nothing to do.

This here, ma'am, is Sally, my daughter,
Whose shoulder has taken a start,
And they tell me, a dip in salt water
Will soon make it straight as a dart :—

Mr. Banter assured Mrs. Mumps,

(But he's always a playing his fun,)

That the camel that bathes with two humps,
Very often comes out with but one.
And it's O! &c.

And here is my little boy Jacky,

Whose godfather gave me a hint,
That by salt-water baths in a crack he
Would cure his unfortunate squint.
Mr. Yellowly's looking but poorly,
It isn't the jaundice, I hope;
Would you recommend bathing? O surely,
soap.

And let him take-plenty of

And it's 0! &c.

Your children torment you to jog 'em

On donkeys that stand in a row, But the more you belabour and flog em, The more the cross creatures won't go:

T'other day, ma'am, I thump'd and I cried,
And my darling roar'd louder than me,
But the beast wouldn't budge till the tide
Had bedraggled me up to the knee!
And it's O! &c.

At Ireland's I just took a twirl in

The swing, and walk'd into the Maze,
And, lauk! in that arm-chair of Merlin
I tumbled all manner of ways.
T'other night Mr. Briggs and his nevy

To Tupper's and Walker's would go,
But I never beheld such a levee,
So monstrously vulgar and low!
And it's O! &c.

On the Downs you are like an old jacket,
Hung up in the sunshine to dry;

In the town you are all in a racket,

With donkey-cart, whiskey, and fly.
We have seen the Chain Peer, Devil's Dyke,
The Chalybeate Spring, Rottingdean,
And the royal Pagoda, how like

Those bedaub'd on a tea-board or screen!
And it's O! &c.

We have pored on the sea till we're weary, And lounged up and down on the shore Till we find all its gaiety dreary,

And taking our pleasure a bore.
There's nothing so charming as Brighton,
We cry as we're scampering down,
But we look with still greater delight on
The day that we go back to town.

For it's O! what will become of us,
Dear! the Vapours and Blue-
Devils will seize upon some of us
If we have nothing to do.

STEAM AND RAILWAYS.

A great social revolution appears to be on the eve of taking place from new application of the powers of steam. Some years since we described in this miscellany the loco-motive steam engines of BLENKINSOP, and

gave a graphic representation of them. Since that time they have been used in all the great collieries to convey coals from the pits to the place of shipment. The principle is an iron railway with pinions, so cast at the

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expense as plain, while the wheels of the engine are cast with teeth to work in the pinions; such wheels being cast at the same expense as plain ones. Wheels thus turned by a ten-horse power, have, like gas-fixing animals working with their feet, purchase sufficient to transport fifty tons of coal, six or eight miles per hour, and to ascend, if necessary, the 100th of the length, or seventeen yards in a mile, while they would move less weights twelve or fourteen miles per hour. The principle is obviously capable of extention; and at length a line of thirty miles in Durham having been prepared in this manner, the idea has been caught by public spirited persons in those focuses of enterprize, Liverpool and Manchester, and a similar road is planned between those towns, in which Manchester will represent the colliery of Liverpool. The Durham engineer, Mr. Stephenson, has made a survey which reduces the turnpike road distance from thirtysix to thirty-three miles, and the canal

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SIR,-I regret that a variety of engagements has prevented me from sending earlier in the present month a communication, invited by one of your respectable correspondents, which is now at your service.

For the satisfaction of your friendly correspondent Investigator, I now transcribe a copy of "the Beggar's

distance from fifty to thirty-three, while the time will be reduced a full half Such prepared roads seem therefore likely to supersede both canals and turnpike roads between places of great intercourse and definite distance; and already another is suggested from Birminghan to Liverpool! On our part, we would recommend others from London to Brighton, &c. to Holyhead, and through York to Edinburgh, with branches to Glasgow and all the great towns. Here is an opening for the advantageous employment of capital, combined with immense public advantages. Bold as is the project, it is not less so than many other applications of science which we have from time to time suggested and recorded in this miscellany, and which we have had the pleasure to live and see realized. The economy both of time and money would be so great, that all England would soon be united as one great metropolis, and its inhabitants enjoy a sort of personal national obiquity.

THE BEGGAR'S PETITION"?
Yon house, erected on a rising ground,

With tempting aspect, drew me from my road;
For plenty there a residence has found,
And grandeur a magnificent abode.
Hard is the fare of the infirm and poor!
Here craving for a morsel of their bread,
A pamper'd menial forc'd me from the door,
To seek a shelter in an humbler shed.

Oh take me to your hospitable dome,

Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold!

For I am poor, and miserably old.

Petition," as it was originally written Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, by the Rev. Thomas Moss, from Shaw's "History of Staffordshire," vol. ii. p. 238: a neatly executed en

Should I reveal the source of every grief, If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast,

graving, of a decrepit old man leaning Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, upon crutches, is prefixed.

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And tears of pity could not be represt.

Heaven sends misfortune,-why should we repine?
'Tis heaven has brought me to the state you see;
And your condition may be soon like mine,-
The child of sorrow and of misery.

A little farm was my paternal lot,

Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn; But, ah! oppression forc'd me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn. My daughter! once the comfort of my age! Lur'd by a villain from ber native home, Is cast abandon'd on the world's wide stage. And doom'd in scanty poverty to roam.

My tender wife! sweet soother of my care! Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree, Fell,-lingering fell,—a victim to despair,

And left the world to wretchedness and me.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,

Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span,

Oh! give relief, and heaven will bless your store.

I am not able to communicate any additional information concerning the time when this poem was written. It deserves consideration, however, that the friend of Mr. Moss, whose letter has been quoted in the first page of this volume, and who declared in the Gentleman's Magazine, vol. lxx. p. 41, "that he had authority to state, that he wrote it about the age of twenty-three,"

referred the readers of that article to Mr. Moss himself, who was at that time "Minister of Trentham," for the truth and confirmation of his statement. I judge from personal recollection of him, that he was about seventy years of age at the time of his decease; and have ascertained, by a certificate copied from the register of burials, that the Rev. T. Moss was interred in the cemetery adjoining to the parish church of King's Swinford, in the county of Stafford, on the 11th of December, 1808. It is to be lamented that no memorial distinguishes the spot where he reposes, as he was not only admired as a poet, but also deservedly esteemed as a man of exemplary character, and as an acceptable preacher.

MASTICATION AND DIGESTION.

Discharges of blood from the lungs have lately been prevalent, and have in some instances excited more alarm on the part of the patient and his friends than has been due to the occasion. When the consumptive disposition is not strongly marked, when the hæmorrhage soon subsides, without being followed by hurried pulse or hurried respiration, and when the individual finds himself rather relieved than made worse in his feelings by the occurrence, the accident ought not to be considered, as it is too apt to be, a necessary indication of and prelude to a break-up of constitution, and a coming on of consumption.

Some cases of disturbance in the stomach and bowels, not quite reaching to the height of cholera, have been clearly traced to taking meals with careless and gourmand rapidity. At this season of the year, when the stomach is morbidly alive to excitation, and the biliary secretion has more than usual susceptibility to deranged action, hurried meals, with copious draughts, ought especially to be abstained from. It is a curious fact, that while every one almost is aware

that though mastication is important, very few, indeed, act up to the knowledge which in this particular even feeling imparts. But let it be recollected by the more than commonly careless in this respect,that the inconvenience which the stomach suffers, from being obliged to perform the of fice of mastication as well as digestion does not end with the moment. Many more die of mere indigestion than is generally imagined; and, where chronic disorganization is the result of even temperate intemperance, you may repent and call for aid as you will, but it will be found that the time for repentance and for succour is gone by. Large draughts at dinner, under the notion of the solvent property of drink, will do more harm than good. The writer does not subscribe to the position that "man is not a drinking animal (a position, by the way, which has been advocated with much ingenuity and eloquence), but he thinks, nay, he knows, that a well-masticated meal requires but little of fluid to aid its solution, and that much drink of any kind rather tends to distention than digestion. Sept. 1, 1824.

ČURING OF SAGE FOR THE CHINA MARKET.

The Monthly Review, in reviewing Phillips' History of Vegetables, 1822, respecting Sage, states "that the ATHENEUM VOL. 2. 2d series.

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While English literature has been recently enriched with Spanish and Russian Anthology, Welch Melodies, &c. it seems rather wonderful that no attempt has hitherto been made, or only very partially made, to translate the simple and pathetic ballads of the northern portion of our own island. It was certainly a matter of regret, that the lyric compositious of the Gael should remain buried in their vernacular dialect. "Macpherson's Melodies from the Gaelic," so far as they extend, may, therefore, be considered as a desideratum in English literature. We have extracted "Roy's Wife," not because we deem it the best in the collection, but to enable our readers to compare this ancient Gaelic song with the modern words to the same tune now so popular.

AIR-"Roy's Wife."
Chorus.

Will ye go to Aldavallich?
Will ye go to Aldavallich?
Sweet the mellow mavis sings
Amang the braes of Aldavallich.

There, beneath the spreading boughs,
Among the woods of green Glenfallich,
Softly murmuring as it flows,

Winds the pure stream of Aldavallich Will ye go to Aldavallich, &c.

The first golden smile of morn,
And the last beam that evening sheddeth,
Both that echoing vale adorn-
That brightly glows, this mildly fadeth.
Will ye go, &c.

Short is there hoar winter's stay,

When spring returns like Hebe blooming;
Hand in hand with rosy May,
With balmy breath the air perfuming
Will ye go, &c.

Brushing o'er the diamond dew,

While Phoebus casts a lengthen'd shadow,
There the fairest maidens pu'

The fairest flowers that deck the meadow.
Will ye go, &c.

But there's a flower, a fairer flower
Then ever grew in green Glenfallich,
The blooming maiden I adore,
Young blithesome May of Aldavillich.
will ye go, &c.

Let me but pu' this evening rose,

And fondly press it to my bosom ; I ask no other flower that blows,—— Be mine this modest little blossom. Will ye go, &c.

Besides the translations already mentioned, the volume contains an equal number of original songs, and imitations, from the Gaelic, which, for the most part, exhibit the same characteristic traits as the others. Our limits, however, only allow us to give the following extract from this division of the work:

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