Bears in his brow no wintry frowa
To wither rosy Pleasure's crown.---
O fear him not!.... tho' years of care
Have blanch'd his cheek and thinu'd his hair,
Yet well my noble Brother loves

To bless the heart which Beauty moves;
For once he fondly hop'd to trace
A smile like thine in Beauty's face.--
Perhaps o'er love's deluded trust,
Perhaps o'er friendship laid in dust,
He mourns ;--for oft with hollow eye
He gazes on the fading sky;

Or prints, with slow and palsied hand,
An image on the silver sand:

But, dearest, soon thy bright eye's beam
Shall cheer his clouded fancy's dream,
And teach him on yon mould'ring shore
To gaze on lifeless shapes no more."

The lover ceas'd---with bolder stroke
His oar the sparkling crystal broke,
While brighter than the current's brim
Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him.
Starts Mona now ?---'tis but tire surge
Moans on the rocky rampart's verge,
As safe beneath the islet's side
Led by the waning moon they glide :---
Now, Lady, trust thy pilot's hand,
The bounding boat has touch'd the strand!
Such tints her ice-cold cheek adorn
As steal-upon the frozen morn;
Such tints as best in Beauty's cheek
Tell of the doubt that dares not speak.

"Why shrinks my love ?---yon torch's ray
Is near to gild our level way:
The pastor of the sacred isle
Awaits us with a brother's smile.
See, from his ivied casement's height
The blazing beacon lends us light!
The faggot, dear to midnight mirth,
Burns cheerly on his social hearth,
And from his heart---tho' cold it seems,
The richest balm of kindness streams,
As Nature's frolic pencil shews
In frozen spar its rainbow hues;
Or as old Neva's rock retains
A thousand rubies in its veins.---

He comes thy smile will sweeter prove
Blest by a gentle brother's love :
Our joy will fairer blossoms give
If Arthur sees and bids them live!"
She sighs---but now the sigh is past!
The guiding torch approaches fast:
The Priest of Lomond's lonely isle
Comes with a guardian-brother's smile---
A lover's hand has half withdrawn
From Mona's cheek the shading lawa
And half-reveal'd its rosy glow,
And half her bending neck of snow.
But why is Arthur's form unseen
Beneath his sable mantle's screen,
As o'er their path, with palsied hand
He waves his half-extinguish'd brand ?---
The pressure of that hand might spread
The icy dew which damps the dead!
O'er his pale cheek and hollow eye
Loose locks their ebon shade supply---
A glance she dares not look upon
Is there--it glistens, and is gone!
So mute, so wan, the shrouded ghost
Stalks on a drear and deathful coast!
Now from the chapel's sainted ground
His footsteps call a boding sonnd---
The mould'ring aisle is dim and damp,
Scarce burns the lone funereal lamp---
It brightens now with lurid glare
While Arthur breathes the nuptial pray'r.
His task is done---the sable veil
Falls from his visage stern and pale---

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"Depart!--thy far sought prize possess➡---
Thou could'st not see and love her less!
Thou knew'st not in how dire a chain
Thy brother liv'd and lov'd in vain!

I thought 'twas but a dream of heav'n!
That Mona's faith to me was given;
But I will slumber now, and dream
That her's to thee may faithful seem.
I give thee at this holy shrine

The wand'ring heart which once was mine?
It is not rage which burns my brow---
It is not grief------I scorn them now!
But bear her farther from my soul
Than yonder flames that mock the pole !---
Away!--thy guilty Syren hide---
Thy ruin'd brother's faithless bride---
Away! lest in his burning brain
No trace of nature's law remain !"

Hears Mona yet---her mantle's fold
Is still in gasping Duncan's hold:
But she is gone----already now
She trembles on the loose rock's brow,
While Duncan, dumb, with glaring eye
Sees but the glance that bids him die.
"Tis Arthur starts---'tis Arthur calls
As in the whelming wave she falls---

Turn, Mona, to a brother's breast!
Return, sweet Mona and be blest!"
He flies---her floating veil is there,
Her tresses quiver still in air:
He plunges in the watry bed,
And grasps the raiment of the dead.

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The pang is past------O'er Mona's woes
Uuvex'd the silent waters close :
On Lomond's isle the chapel grey
Still tells of Duncan's bridal day,
And still along that lonely shore
The stranger sees a hermit hoar
Who gazes on the watry glass
And bids a long-lov'd image pass :---
But Duncan's eye no record shows
Of blighted love or cherish'd woes;
He shuns the dim and silent hour,
And talks of peace in Wisdom's bow'r;
But when the purple bowl he fills
While mirth resounds and music trills,
He sees in Lomond's glassy tide
A ruin'd Brother's buried Bride.

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And cleanse the stains of city and of court. For sages all agree, a voyage like this, A pleasant trip

On board a ship

He, like a man of sense,

Look'd to his health, and sav'd his pence;
And tho' he lov'd a little pleasure,
Would always take it at his leisure,

And then, knew where to stop.

It should indeed be said, none thought him fool,
Tho' he'd some queerish notions in his head,
And different doctrines held, from every school
Where your true, sapient M.D.'s all are bred.
From College rules turn'd renegado,
He bore the nickname of Sangrado;
For like that sage (tho' seldom he imbib'd it),
Aqua' his motto was,---and he prescrib'd it.
The Spanish Doctor, 'tis well known,
Like many others of our own,
Still holding fast his favourite thesis,
Would pull another man's to pieces ;
So Slop, with anger and ill-nature,
Reviling every thing but water,
Would rail at wine in terms severe,
And even cry down common beer,
His fav'rite dose l'exalt.

But while Sangrado's tribe, I wot,
Prescribe their waters fresh, and hot,
He gave his cold, and salt.
---In short, sea-water was a theme
On which he'd run to an extreme,
Tuat reason far outstripp'd---

A patient's case, though gout, lumbago,
Tenesmus, cramp, or quartian ague,
His practice not a jot would alter,
For still he drench'd them with salt water,
Or, sent them to be dipp'd!

Now gliding down the stream in state,
Far from the fumes of Billingsgate,
Our Doctor heard the Cockney crew
"Vish for a Vind"---he wish'd one too ;
But no wind came, which prov'daserious matter
And had the calm much longer lasted,
All their sea stores had been exhausted ;
For long ere Cravesend stood in sight

Some found a dev'lish appetite

T'attack the platter:

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They muster'd every knife and fork, Lugg'd out the prog, and fell to work, Whilst giblet-pie, and tongue, and German

sausage,

Nice savory bits, prepar'd to last the passage,
Went all to wreck !---

Others, who felt more qualms than they,
Found themselves moved a different way,
And some were sick upon the deck.
A happy time 'twas now for SLOP
T'ealarge upon his fav'rite drop,
Who strait resolving not to miss
A scene so apropos as this,
Uprais'd upon a coil of rope,
Soon thus began his mouth to ope,
By way of lecture.

"Right gentle friends,---this circling flood Is the best thing to do you good.

The Hygeian stream then freely swill--...Against all Esculapian skill

"Tis my director.

Whate'er the modern schools may say,
Extolling nauseous drugs and oils,

And poison brought ten thousand miles,
Let those that will, their rules obey,
I'll hold this simple maxim mine,
That Health is found in streams saline;
And this, my friends, I would advise,
If life, and health, you duly prize,
When dire contagion, fever, gont,
Rheumatic pain, scurvy, or phthisic,
Begins to maul your frames about,
Be this your physic."--

-More had he said, when lo!
A sudden squall came on to blow,
Which soon a tempest roar'd ;
When, as the boom swept 'cross the deck,
It catch'd our Doctor in the neck,
And, knock'd him overboard.

A wanton wag, that sat abart,
I ween from London City,
Instead of shewing Christian pity,
Held both his sides, and laugh'd.
And when reprov'd by all around
For this demeanor so unsound,
Dryly exclaim'd,..." Why all this pother,
When each to save a drowning brother
Should try his best."

In this I thought you'd all agree

Do as you please,...and so let me... I'll have my laugh, and where's the sin? ...To see a Doctor wallowing in

His MEDICINE-CHEST!" Islington, May 15, 1817.

Mr. WALTER SCOTT's "History of Scotland" is rapidly advancing at press.

Ina few days will be published, Colebs Deceived; by HARRIET CORP.

The celebrated mineralogist, WERNER, is dead. The day of his death is not stated, but the Paris papers quote a letter from Dresden, as to the fact. "His name," says the letter, "was known from the iron mines of Siberia to those of gold in Peru." He was interred with extraordinary pomp at Freyberg. He has bequeathed to the King his valuable collection of minerais, which is estimated at 160,000 crowns.

Miss ANN MARIA Porter, author of the Recluse of Norway, will soon publish the Knight of St. John, a romance.

Zapolya, a dramatic poem, from the pew of Mr. COLERIDGE, is now in the press, and will appear in a few days.

The following means of curing the Stone have lately been puolished by an African negro:---"Take a quarter of a pint of expressed juice of horse-mint, and a quarter of a pint o red onion juice, evening and morning, till the care is perfected. White onions will not have the same effect as red. To get the juice of them, they may be cut in thin slices, and well salted, and bruised between two pewter plates. It is, however, the juice of the horse-mint der; and a strong decoction of this will gener which possesses the most virtue in this disorally, in time, effect a cure."

Miss LUCY AIKIN is preparing for the press,

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The third volume of the Personal Narrative of M. De Humboldt's Travels to the Equinoc tial Regions of the New Continent, during the years 1799-1804, trauslated by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS, is nearly ready.

Soon will be published, by the Author of Hardenbrass and Haverill, CONIRDAN, or the St. Kildians, a tale.

Rosabella; or, the Mother's Marriage, in five volumes, by the Author of the Romance of the Pyrennees, will shortly appear. Also a novel entitled Manners, in three volumes. Reft Rob, or the Witch of Scot-Muir, commonly called Madge the Snoover. A ScotsTale. Corinne Ressuscité, suite de Corinne, ou l'Italie.

The Banks of Isis, and other Poems. Thomas Gillet.

By

Mr. BIGLAND is preparing for publication Letters on Universal History.' Helen Monteagle, a Novel; by Miss LEFASU, is nearly ready for publication.

WORKS PUBLISHED.

The ingenious authoress of Conversations on Chemistry, has published a pleasing volume of Conversations on Botany, which nothing but the inveterate dullness of scientific nomenclature will prevent from becoming as popular as her former work,

An edition, in English, of Madame de Genlis' Palace of Truth, her masterpiece, and the most instructive moral story extant: and a French version of l'Enfant Prodigue, both illustrated with coloured engravings, serve as a valuable accession to books of education.

Essays on the Theory of the Tides, the Figure of the Earth, the Atomical Philosophy, and the Moon's Orbit; with engravings; by Jos. LUCKCOCK.

Modern Manners, or a Season at Harrowgate; a novel.

Howard Castle, or a Romance from the Mountains; by a North Briton.

A Continuation of the Emerald Isle; by C. PHILLIPS, esq. barrister-at-law.

Another dreadful explosion has taken place in a mine near Durham, by the obstinate conduct of a wretched man, who perished in lighting a candle. We have received the following extract of a letter from the spot :--

"At two o'clock this morning (July 1817) when the colliers went to work, the Overman found it necessary to order Davy's Lamp to be used in certain places, which order seems to have been attended to by the first shift of men, till nine o'clock, when they were relieved by the second shift. An obstinate fellow belonging to the second shift, when he relieved the man who preceded him in the farthest working (and at the same time the most dangerous, being in the last of ventilation), persisted in lighting a candle, because he thought there was no danger, and because he thought he could see better with a candle. The poor fellow whom he relieved remonstrated strongly against the lighting of the candle, stating that

he even put the candle out by force. The infatnated victim, however, persisted, and lighted his candle again, when the other left him working with it. On his way out to the shaft he met with one of the Deputy's Overmen, and told him what had occurred, who went with the intention of compelling the delinquent to do what was right or to punish him; but whether he reached his destination or not we cannot tell, as the explosion took place in a few minutes afterwards. He was too late. Just as the workman and another person who had witnessed the fact, got out of the pit, the explosion took place. It is to be hoped for the sake of humanity, that this lamentable event will have the tendency of rendering the workmen cautious, and prevent them from neglecting to use that gift of science by which security is given to them. It is well known, that during 14 or 15 months, all the accidents of explosion that have happened, have arisen from the imprudent use of candles or naked lights. Two days after the above event, some pitmen descended into a new pit near the before-mentioned, in order to ascertain the injury it had sustained from the explosion of the old pit, when, shocking to relate eight men were sufocated in consequence of the impure state of the air in the mine.

DoN VALENZUELA has discovered that meat may be preserved fresh for many months by keepg it immersed in molasses.

Me hanical Powers of Navigation.---An experiment is making on the Seine, under the inspection of the Lastitute, of a new constructed boat, with oars, which is described as possessing all the advantages of the steam-boat without any of its inconveniences and dangers. One man placed in this oar boat, is sufficient to urge it onwards with full rapidity, by a handle which resembles the rounce of a printing-press, and which gives motion to the wheels. It is added that a single horse, instead of a man, would be sufficient for carrying the greatest weight.

Sir HUMPHREY DAVY states that flame is ga-eous matter heated so highly as to be luminous, and that to a degree of temperature beyond the white heat of solid bodies, as is shown by the circumstance, that air not luminous will communicate this degree of heat. When an attempt is made to pass flame thro' a very fine mesh of wire-gauze at the common temperature, the gauze cools each portion of the elastic matter that passes through it, so as to reduce its temperature below that degree at which it was luminous, and the diminution of temperature must be proportional to the smallness of the mesh and the mass of the metal.

Sir Humphrey Davy is at Paris. M. BUSCH, the learned traveller in Lapland, is there also. M. BIOT is in Scotland, to assist in the grand trigonometrical survey, &c. and to visit the Orcades. M. MUFFING, charged by the King of Prussia with continuing the trigonometrical survey of the French engineers, is in France,for that purpose. Colonel MUDGE, charged with a similar labour by the British government, has invited several of the savans of France to cross the channel, and verify his operations. The Baron COQUEBERT DE MONTBRET, know by his immense labours on the statistics of France, is gone to the southern departments, to pursue the geological resear ches still wanting to complete the physical his tory of the kingdom. M.PREVOST, of Geneva, is on his way to England and Scotland,