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The general increase of human knowledge, in almost all the various departments which it embraces, is so obvious an attendant upon the sixth stage, as we have thus slightly described it, that it is not our intention to allude further to that more general class of improvement in this place. Besides the growing disposition to reform, no other peculiar mark of this era can be produced than that which renders it so especially interesting to our contemporaries-namely, the fact of its including the highest point of civilization which the world is yet capable of enjoying. To this point few nations have yet arrived-perhaps there are none that have completely attained it. The precise ideas to be attached to it, as the outer limit of the sixth stage of civilization, will be best delineated when we shall have to describe the one by which, according to our theory, it is to be succeeded.

(To be continued.)

Epistle from the Moon. To a learned and celebrated Professor, occasioned by his aspersions on her character,

in the 22d No. of the Edinburgh Philosophical Journal. Though far your philosophic eye can Even sons of Science may themselves de range,

ceive, You may perhaps deem this epistle strange: And fine-spun theories for facts believe ; Though sons of Science join to laud your Yet still of such I would not lightly deem, name,

If Homer nods, why may not sages dream? Their notes re-echo'd by the trump of And Fancy, through her gay prismatic Fame,

glass, From orient climes, where lasting sum Before the dazzled sight make objects mer smiles,

pass, To where the negro sighs in western isles ; As light pellucid, through that medium From Table Bay, on Afric's southern seen, coast,

May shine in orange, violet, red, and green, To Russian regious of the knout and frost ; Hence, Sir, though you have foully Yet it perhaps a sage's mind may cheer,

stain'd my name, To find his fame has reach'd another I more your rashness than your candour sphere ;

blame; And he may reckon it no common boon For Science has, perhaps, been off her To hold a correspondence with the Moon. station, But some may boast of what should be And left her son in some hallucination. their shame,

You've said, when I illuminate your night, And some we know are a damn'd to I shine but with a phosphorescent light ; lasting fame;"

As fish, their natural taste and sweetness As he of old, who, fain to be admir'd,

lost, With ruthless hand Diana's temple fir'd ; Still shine the brightest, when they stink And some pursuing fame, in modern the most. days,

Still worse-(I blush it should on earth Are pleas'd if fools huzza, and blockheads be told) gaze.

You've said, I'm past my prime, and “ The court, the camp," the pulpit, and waning old, the schools,

A wither'd, wrinkled beldame, gaunt and Have each alloy of dunces, knaves, and grim, fools :

Will soon be blind

my eyes already The needle kings have for the sceptre

dim! plied ;

I'm term'd a female, by your folks below; In dire destruction heroes place their By rules of gallantry our claims you pride ;

know ; Some peers are proud of driving four-in. Nought sooner puts a spinster in a rage, hand,

Than just to hint in public at her age. While others seek the pugilistic stand ; You say my form is sinking in decay, And Hatton-Garden proves the cassock's And soon opaque, must be forgot for aye! power,

I'm well aware my beauties wax and Where ears are charm'd with nonsense by the hour;

But still renew'd, I sinile and shine again.

wane ;

grant ?


and age,

low ;

And, worst of all, my honest fame you've For he who loves to gaze on Nature's slander'd,

charms, Alleging that I from my path have Whose breast the glow of purple twi. wander'd ;

light warms, Have broadly hinted I'm of spurious birth, Beyond the brightest chemic flame will Made me a subject for licentious mirth ; prize Blear-eyed, old, ugly, and a strolling va- My chaster light, that gilds the azure grant !

skies. Say, can I calmly bear such scandal Ala- If you have in meridian moonlight stood

Within the courts of royal Holyrood, Yet you this gossip far abroad have blaz'd, Around its arches čast your glistening eye, And though philosophers may read a. While clouds were gliding lightly o'er the maz'd,

sky, Such is the fame of Constable and you, And there beheld the slanting shadows fall The multitude may think your reveries In changing curves and angles on the

wall; From Nature's birth, in every clime Or, if you e'er have paus'd, to see my

smiles, I've shone conspicuous in her varied When solemn silence hover'd round St. page,

Giles, Her beauties soften'd, and her sons in- Till slow the midnight hour was peal'd spir'd,

by Time, By lovers courted, and by bards admir'd: And mark'd the shadow from its spire For, though I claim as mine the min. sublime; strel train,

Or, where the Castle rock's rude, beetling My throne the summit of a poet's brain, form I've other subjects than the sons of song ; Frowns stern defiance to the wintery In learning's realms, far more to me be- storm, long,

If you have seen its hoary masses throw Who hold long vigils o'er the midnight oil, Their deepening shadows on the vale beWith all the pleasing pains of mental toil; He who in metaphysics' boundless maze Or, on the Calton Hill have mused alone, And trackless wilds, lost and bewilder'd When I, full orb'd, in cloudless lustre strays;

shone, The sage who dives too deep, or soars too

And 'midst the stillness of the night prohigh,

found, With brain beclouded, like a wintry sky; Have gaz'd on all the glorious prospect The theorist, still scheming something new, round; Which Fancy's magic lantern sets in view; Edina stretching wide, in rich array, Dreamers, who sacred mysteries explore ; Her temples, palaces, and turrets grey ; Freethinkers, wreck'd on Pyrrho's dismal On every side, gay villas dimly seen, shore ;

Obscurely peeping through the woodlands O'er these, and many more, I claim to green ; reign,

You must have felt that I could light a fire, As surely as I rule the boundless main : Which all the works of art could ne'er You at my levee I have sometimes seen, inspire. “ Like angel visits, few and far between;" The Old Grey-Friars have you at twi. But all connection henceforth I disclaim, light trod, For you have held me up to public shame; And paus’d, to mark the dew-besprinkled And I must blush to shew my circling sod, horn,

Where lie the martyr'd, still remember'd Edina's children laughing me to scorn.

dead, Perhaps you prize that gas, in splen- Who for Religious Freedom fought and dour bright,

hled; Beyond my chastely smiling, silvery light; Who, dauntless, met Oppression's swelling It sheds around, I own, a dazzling glare, flood, Yet is, at best, but unsubstantial air : And seal'd their testimony with their When tempests rise, and winds are bel. blood ? lowing round,

In Canongate, have you e'er heav'd your A blast may plunge your streets in gloom sighs, profound;

Where, cold in dust, a hapless minstrel And when your lamps in garish lustre shine,

The spot still dearer for the wreath enTheir brightest blaze can

never rival twin'd

By kindred genius, heir of fate unkind ?

lies ;

mine ;


Or, in the Calton have you seen the My presence prov'd a veil, that half reshade

veal'd Cast by the urn, where Hume's remains What bashful modesty believ'd conceald; are laid ?

Disclos'd the blush which mantled on the On dewy grass or monumental stone ?

cheek, Your conscious heart must feel, your And told the wish the tongue refus'd to tongue must own,

speak; My light sheds lustre on the “ mighty Shed round the fair a softer, lovelier dead,"

grace, And prompts the sigh, above their lonely

Gave richer sweetness to the fond em. bed!

brace, But time has been, although 'tis long A gentler lustre to her killing eye, gone by,

And softer sadness to her parting sigh. That few were dearer to your heart than I, Now, though I seldom thefts of love When gloaming sports, with Mary, Kate, betray, or Jean,

Retract your slander-or perhaps I may ! Led on the light-wing'd hours on Largo In Ariosto's magic song, we find Green :

What earthly treasures are to me con. And, dearer still, what ne'er can be sign'd! again,

And jewels lost-lamented by the fair, I've led you to the lone, sequester'd glen,

Are found committed to my guardian When you have blam'd the lingering star

care : of day,

'Mong these are some, which haply you And joy'd to see his last departing ray ;

may know, How has your bosom bless'd my gentle Although from earth they vanish'd long

light, Diffusing softness o'er the shades of night, But verbum sap. Do not my hint de. To guide the footsteps of the guileless spise, fair,

Retract your calumny—in time be wise; By Love resistless led, to meet you there: Or dread my vengeance to your latest I've seen you haste the timid maid to breath, mect,

My wrath unsated, when you sink in And gently lead her to the mossy seat,

death : Fold blushing beauty in your clasping The lapse of time shall not my rage abate, arms,

Nor save your dust from my relentless With fondness gazing on her glowing

hate. charms ;

The sculptur'd marble will record your Have seen you snatch the dear, delicious name, bliss,

A thousand tongues unite to speak your The half-reluctant and half-yielding kiss, fame! And dwell with rapture on that dewy But on your dark and “ narrow house" lip,

my light Distilling nectar kings might stoop'd to Shall never shine, to cheer your lonely sip.

night ; And, as I roll'd in azure fields above, No cypress e'er shall wave, nor daisy Sole 'witness of the vows and thefts of bloom, love,

Nor dews descend above your lonely Have mark'd the sigh that swell'd the

tomb ; virgin breast,

Your turf shall never smile in vernal Which heav'd when to your manlier bo- green, som press'd;

Nor change of seasons on your grave be Not vernal zephyrs, faint with softer seen ; sigh,

Perpetual frost shall there dominion hold, When they upon the primrose' bosom The essence of your Artificial Cold : die !

While I, your slander and your naine to But while indulging the delightful theme,

scorn, The fond remembrance of a pleasing Pursue my path, and monthly fill my dream

horn, Of what has been, and ne'er again can be,

And shew my face, unconscious of decay, Do you reflect how much you owe to

While fair Edina stands, and ages roll me ?



“ His soul has got a very dreadful leader.
What should he make in the cathedral now,
The hour so deep in night?"-Second Maiden's Tragedy.

her prow,

OXE day I chanced to stand upon the deck The harbinger of coming death. He spoke Of an Italian argosie. She rode,

With hurried accents, and a voice halfWith bellying sail, and pennon fluttering,

chok'd Before the wind, as though she were the With sad emotion. minion

« Now it matters not The pamper'd minion of that wanton sea, That seeth'd, and hiss'd, and bubbled at

What I have been, or that the proudest

house And joyfully retain'd the long white water

In Genoa own'd me for its heir, my name She left behind. It was a cheerful sight.

Giulio Adorno. First of Genoa's nobles Cheerful ! ah no ; I had not seen a groupe

My fathers were ; a haughty-hearted race, Of galley-slaves, that stretch'd their weary

And haughty-eyed the proudest of her limbs,

senate, Huddling together their half-naked forms

And in her battles foremost, in her hour

Of need her sure support. In squalid misery. I mark'd the face

Their toil,

their sweat, Of bold-eyed villany-the leaden frontThe rayless eye, where the Creator's Their lives, their fortunes, wealth that image

might have been Slumbers obscur'd,or, at the best, presents

A ransom for a Soldan, oft were given But the sad likeness of the moon-struck

With an unsparing hand ; and, in reKing

turn, of Babylon, who, in his madness, wan.

Titles were theirs, and empty lordships,

such der'd From wilderness to wilderness, from grove

As needy states can give. These liv'd To grove. And there were features lovely In fame and honour ; but the last of them

and died once, By long-neglected sickness wasted now,

Fell on a foreign field, and left his child, And worn—the eye, by frenzy, changed

The young Giovanni, to his kinsman's Into a fitful brilliancy : all changed, All fallen from manhood's fair estate, to

That care was promis'd; and the father

died Than beasts that perish ! To beguile the Show'ring his blessings on them, while

long And ling'ring hours of their captivity,

Lay weeping by his side. The ship that

bore It was agreed that each should tell the

The young Giovanni home to Italy, Of his unhappy bondage. Various tales

Long-look'd for, long-expected, ne'er ar

riv'd. Were told of ruffian force, of damned lust, Of earth's vile treasure,—tales of fraud “ The Lady Isabel, his mother, sate and falsehood,

Within her palace, waiting his arrival. Of waylaid travellers. Accursed Sin Each coming sail that rose upon the Stripp'd off her visor-mask, and, undis. guis'd,

She fancied to be his; whene'er a step Shew'd her unblushing face. Then came Sounded upon the threshold, she would a youth,

rise Beauteous as he who pin'd with hopeless With open arms to meet him ; but the love

ship Of his own comeliness. His sunken eye Was never heard of. Rumours went Shone with that languid lustre which de. about, notes

And more than rumours, that the Lord Fatal disease. His thick and matted hair Giovanni Shaded his features, and in twisted ten. Was murder'd by Antonio,—for such drils

Was his relation's name.

A year pass'd All careless hung over a bloodless cheek

on,Bloodless, save where one streak of ver. A year, and yet no tidings. Then Anmeil shone,

tonio VOL. X.

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the boy



Arriv'd, whence no one knew, and told a Into the nuptial chamber, What a sight tale,

Is there disclos'd! The bride sits on the How in a storm the ship was wreck'd, couch and in it

Most like a Grecian marble, with fixed His youthful kinsman. All was lost, eyes, while he,

And stiff hands clasp'd in silent agony Sav'd by a miracle, was left to tell On her pale front. While in my father's The dismal story.

As next heir, he stead claim'd

(For Guido was my father) lies a corse The titles and the lands. He was my Whose twisted limbs and blackening grandsire.

Bear witness to his torments.

But no “ One day he knelt before the altar, trace thanking

Of human force is there. The widow's His God for his deliverance, when a form,

curse Half woman and half fiend, with frantic Hath smitten him. Hath not th' Al. eyes,

mighty said, And bare, uplifted arms, appear’d, and I am a jealous God, and I will visit pour'd

Upon the children's head the father's sins A shower of curses on him, calling him To the third generation ?! of these paMurderer and traitor, and imploring rents Heav'n

I am the bapless issue. To curse him and his seed ;--that even his name

“ I have heard Should be cut off ;-that still the malison How the old father sate in tearless silence Of widow'd wife and childless mother

Beside his darling's corse. Then he would should

talk Rest on his house. This was poor Isabel.

Of strange, strange things-of spectre She died soon after, mad, they said. All forms that mov'd this

In long procession that the opening My old nurse told me. In despite of this,

waves The noontide sun of fair prosperity Had cast iheir dead ones forth. Then be Shone on my grandsire's house ; and he would rave was honour'd

Of Guido and Giovanni,- that his guilt And lov'd by all ; more look'd on, more Had slain them both,—that pale Giovanni

rever'd Than the old lords his ancestors. His

Like vengeful spirit, pointing to the halls Were throng'd with noble guests; and That gash'd his naked breast,-pursuing sparkling plumes

Guido And radiant gems were lavish'd there. With fiery faulchion ; that their mingled They said

blood He was the happiest man that ever dwelt Stream'd on his ulcerous soul, like scaldOn earth. Alas! there came a cloud. ing drops

Of burning naphtha. Thus he rar'd, His only son, the comeliest and the best

until His father's pride and glory, was affianced He lost all human reason, and would sit To a lord's daughter of surpassing beautyTrembling and cow'ring with his mantle's His earliest love. The bridal feast was fold o'er

Wrapp'd round his head, as if to hide The youthful pair conducted to their himself chamber

From coming phantoms. So he died, The marriage-guests were merry in the

exclaiming hall

That they were with him now. They With harping and with dancing, when a buried him shriek

Beneath a marble hearse, emblazoned fair Like that of death, so long, so shrill, so With legends of his greatness !

wild, Burst on the horrent ear. The rosy wine

“ Just before, Falls to the ground the dance is stopp'd I came into this world-a fated wretch, -each breast

Burden'd with others' guilt. My grandDraws a long breath-it is 'tis heard sires titles again,

Devolvid on me; but, at his death, he left Louder and louder yet! In haste they But the poor shadow of the lordly rush




His son,

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