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Luminous Landscapes-- Animal Sagacity.

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are, a carbine held by a thong which and bring it parallel with the right: they passes over the shoulder, a large hunting have thus turned half round; they have knife, and a staff three ells and a half only to repeat the movement, if they long, and an inch and a quarter in wish completely to reverse their direcdiameter, pointed with iron, and set in tion." ; iron to some small · distance upward Among the juvenile sports of winter from the point. This last serves chiefly may be named, the rolling up a gigantic to check the rapidity of a descent; the snow-ball, the making a snow-man, and skater then puts it between his feet, and running mazes in the snow till they are so drags it, or he drags it by his side; he twenty yards across or more, like Shakuses it also to push himself forward speare's quaint mazes in the wanton when he has to go up hill. It may green.' serve, besides, as a rest for his firelock, The pleasure of social enjoyments and when he has a mind to let fly. But family comforts' at this season are indeed the Norwegian peasants hold prettily delineated in the following lines: their guns free when they fire, and When the wind bleakly blows, scarcely ever miss their mark.

When it rains or it snows, «« It might be supposed the skaters And all nature seems freezing and skiv'ring with cold; would find a great difficulty, from the

When the herds seek the shed,

When the birds droop the head, length of their wooden equipment, in And the flocks chill and cheerless crowd into the fold; turning themselves; but this is not the Then-in love what a charm! case. They draw backward the right

Then-true friendship how warm!

In domestic endearments what exquisite bliss ! foot with its shorter board, and place it

Though the wind bleakly blows, at right angles with the long one wielded by the left; then they raise this latter This, this is the season of social delight.

Though it rains, or it snows,


From the Literary Gazette

of light on the various parts of the enLUMINOUS LANDSCAPES. graved picture, and which, being seen M HE powers of the pencil and of the by the spectator in a darkened room,

1 graver have already been rivalled will possess a vividness of colouring that by those of the needle, in the delineation may perhaps be superior to any hitherto of Landscape and History; but we un- known effort of the pencil or the needle. derstand that it is proposed to introduce It is proposed that the colours employed a new mode of Painting, if it may be so shall be from the combustion of chemical called, the effect of which must un- substances, aided, perhaps, by the voltaic doubtedly be most exquisitely brilliant, flame. as well as true to nature. The principle on which it is founded, is the extreme NATURAL HISTORY. . facility with which colour, in consequence From the Sporting Magazine, Sept. 1817. of very recent chemical discoveries, can ANECDOTE OF THE ELEPHANT. be given to flame. For instance—when On Friday morning Sept. 5, a person, Cuprane, or Protochlorid of copper, is who was viewing Gilman & Atkios's erintroduced into the flame of a candle or hibition of wild beasts, gave the elephant lamp, it affords a peculiar dense and a piece of bread. The animal instanuy brilliant red light, tinged with green and swallowed it, and with his trunk soon blue towards the edges-and thus with petitioned for more. The man then thrust other chemical substances. On this at his truok with some violence a spiced principle, then, the landscape or picture nut, which he also swallowed; but wheis to be engraved on a sheet or sheets of ther the plain and simple taste of the elethin copper, each stroke being cut through phant was disgusted with the inflammatoso as to admit the passage of light. At ry spices contained in the composition, or the back of this an apparatus is fixed the rudeness of the donor, he watched an which throws different coloured streams opportunity while the man was in close

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Horse turned Thief-Sheridan-Falls of the Rhine.


conversation with another person and though I think him but a shabby sort of snatched off his hat with surprising dex- fellow, I would vote for any one rather terity, and threw it with great accuracy than that rascal Sheridan.”—“Do you and violence into one corner of his cara- know Sheridan ?” asked the stranger.van. The animal tben picked it up with “ Not I, sir,” answered the gentleman, his proboscis, and laid it down in the “nor should I wish to know him.” The front of his caravan; but observing the conversation dropped here; but when owner of the unfortunate beaver had the party alighted to breakfast, Sheridan nearly hold of it, he very gradually remo- called aside the other gentleman, and ved it till completely out of his reach. In said “Pray, who is that very agreeable this situation he leisurely surveyed it and friend of your's ? He is one of the pleasthen placing his ponderous foot upon it, antest fellows I ever met with, and I crushed one side of the crown; he next should be glad to know his name.”— turned that part of the edge towards “His name is Mr.T.; he is an eminent lawhim which still retained some inarks of yer,and resides in Lincoln's Ion Fields." the shape given to it by the maker, and Breakfast over, the party resumed their crushed this in like manner. He then seats in the coach: soon after which pulled out the lining of the hat, which he Sheridan turned the discourse to the law, actually swallowed, and very likely would “ It is," said he, “a fine profession.' bave done the same by the felt, piece- Men may rise from it to the highest meal, had it not been now rescued by one eminence in the state ; and it gives vast of the keepers, and restored to the owner scope to the display of talent; many of more in the shape of Membrino's helmet the most virtuous and noble characters than in that of a modern beaver. recorded in our history have been lawyers. HORSE TURNED THEF.

I am sorry, however, to add, that some Friday, the 5th inst. Sargent, a consta- of the greatest rascals have also been ble of St. George's, inade a complaint be- lawyers; but of all the rascals of lawyers fore the sitting Magistrates (Messrs.Ben- I ever heard of, the greatest is one TDett and Markland), at Shadwell Police who lives in Lincoln's Inn Fields." Office, against a horse for stealing bay.- “ I am Mr. T." said the gentleman. The constable said, that the horse came “Andl am Mr. Sheridan," was the reply. regularly every night to the coach stand The jest was instantly seen they shook in St.George's, ate as much as he wished, hands, and instead of voting against the and would then gallop away. He defied facetious orator, the lawyer exerted himthe whole of the Parish Officers to appre- self warmly in promoting his election." hend him, for if they attempted to go near him while he was eating, he would From the Literary Panorama, October 1817. throw up his heels and kick at them, or

ARTIFICIAL NAVIGATION. run at and bite them.- One of the Mag

The tendency of our age to works f istrates—" Well, Mr. Constable, if you utility is strongly evinced by an should be annoyed again by this body in

offer contained in the Zurich journal, the execution of your duty, you may ap

namely, to destroy that wonder of nature, prehend him, if you can, and bring him

the fall of the Rhine at Schaffhausen, at before us to answer your complaints" - an expence of from 3 to 4,000 florins, in This novel case caused no little diversion.

the course of two years, by digging a

** subterraneous canal, and to make a free From the New Monthly Magazine, October 1817. passage for boats up and down the river. SHERIDAN.

COGNOSCENTI PUZZLED. As Mr. Sheridan was coming up to When the great Michel Angelo bad town in one of the public coaches, for the finished his fine statue of the Drunken purpose of canvassing Westminster, at Bacchus, which is now in the Louvre, the time when Paull was his opponent, he buried it in the earth; but previously, he found bimself in company with two he broke off the right arm in the middle. electors. In the course of conversation He then contrived to have it dug up, as one of them asked the other to whom he if by chance; and it was shewn to the meant to give his vote? When his friend Cognoscenti, who one and all pronouncreplied, “To Paull, certainly; for ed it to be truly antique, and far superior

398 Buonaparte's MSS.--Franklin's Correspondence-M. Hardouin,&c. [VOLS

to any thing he could have done. Michel Jean Etienne Hardouin, the translator of Augeo then produced the arm, which died at Paris, on the 25th of June last, at the Angelo then produced the arm, which dies

Young's Night Thoughts into French verse, being applied to the corresponding part, advanced age of eighty-two. He also paraconveyed at once an answer to their pbrased Fenelon's Telemachus; translated the

fragment of the 91st book of Livy, discovered science and injustice.

by Paul Jacques Brunt in the MS. library of

the Vatican; and pablished a collection of From the Literary Gazette, Nov. 1817. Anacreon's poems in the original Greek text,

with a glossary, and translations into Latin Napoleon Pient par lui-même ; ou Extraits prose and verse, and French prose and verse, du véritable Manuscrit de Napoleon Buonaparte. ---Our readers will naturally be curious A new Tragedy, from the pen of Mr. Shield, to hear some particulars respecting this fortb- the author of the Apostate, is in rehearsal at coming work: we are enabled to state that the Theatre. the MS. was transmitted from Leghorn, with The history of England, from its earliest assurances that its perfect authenticity might Period to the Death of Elizabeth, is in the be depended on. The editor, in his preface, press ; by the Rev. T. MORELL, author of says, “A singular circumstance placed these is Studies in History," to which this will forn papers in my possession in June 1814. An an additional volume. The concluding rolAmerican, who was travelling for his pleasure, ume of the Series, in which the History of came to visit me at Leghoro. His extreme England will be brought down to the present curiosity to become acquainted with Buona- period, will follow as quickly as possible. parte, inspired him with an earnest wish to go The Rev. INGRAY COBBIN, A. M. announto the Island of Elba, and I procured him the ces Philanthropy ; a Poem. means of doing so. He was a man of considerable knowledge, and very engaging man

The Lyrical poetry of the language has ners, and seems to have pleased Napoleon

swelled, within the last century, from a mele mach. He had several interviews with him,

him hill to a mountain ; yet there exists no geoand was allowed to peruse bis manuscript me

'eral collection of the exquisite pieces which moirs, from which he privately took extracts of

constitute that species of poetry. The best is the leading parts. His cobversations with by Sikin containing about two hundred songs, Buonaparte were of a very singular nature.

and there are two or three others, but none of These he also noted down every day, as they

: them containing above three hundred songs occurred. On his return to Leghorn be com

The Aviary, printed in 1773, contained about municated to me bis notes; I found them so

eleven hundred songs, decent and indecent; extremely interesting, that I entreated the per

but it has long been out of print, and copies mission to take a copy of them, with the view

have sold at ten times the original cost. It is of their being published. After much hesita

proposed, therefore, to stereotype a collecting tion, he at lengtb consented to my request.

of from 2,200 to 2,500 pure, elegant, and popThe singular manner in which the notes were ular songs, under me

ular songs, under the title of the Vocal Library. taken, may perhaps throw a shade of doubt the first volume of M. Jouy's Hermite a over the facts cited, whether they happened Provence is in the press. His fertility in paintexactly as they are related, or whether there ing the Manners of France seems inexhaustiwas not some connivance between Buonaparte ble. This is the fourteenth or fifteenth volome and the American. Be this as it may, I con- under the various titles. sider the manuscriptas a curious historical doc

French Institute.--In its last sitting, the ument, and one of the most authentic relative to Buonaparte."

Royal Academy of Sciences of the Institute

chose for the successor of the celebrated Franklin's Correspondence. ---The Public mineralogist Werner, whose death left a will be pleased to hear that the Octavo Edition vacant place for a foreign associate, M. Piazzi, of these interesting Letters is now poblished. a Sicilian astronomer, who discovered in 1801, The Monthly Reviewers do but justice to the the planet Ceres, and led the way to the dise writer when they say, that by the publication covery of those of Pallas, Juno, and Vesta, of the present volume, the elevated reputation successively, by Messrs. Olbers and Harding. of Franklin for virtue, for knowledge, for The foreign associates are now, Sir Joseph probity, and for talents, will suffer no diminu. Banks, one of the companions of Captain tion, since it bears ample testimony to the Cooke'; the astronoiner Herschel, who iu fidelity of his mind, to the solidity of his judg. 1788. discovered the motion of the planet ment, to the justness of his views, to the Uranus; Dr. Jenner, who discovered Vaccine amenity of his manners, and to his ardent desire ation for the small pox, the most important for proinoting the happiness of mankind. Some ever made for humanity ; Mr. Watt, an able characters appear great only when contem- mechanic, who has invented so many ingenious plated at a distance, and on a nearer inspection applications of steair ; Count Volta, the inexcite only derision or contempt; but the ventor of the famous Galvanic pile; the characterof Franklin will bear the distant and anatoinist Scarpe; the astronomer Piazzi, and microscopic view. We may follow him from Baron Humboldt, so justly celebrated for bis the great Theatre of Politics, where he diya travels. The first four of these Scavans belong cussed the destiny of nations, to his domestic to England, the three next to Italy, and the fire-side, where he conversed with his friends, last to Prussia, and trifled with his grand-children, without any deduction from our reverence and esteein.

Miss Smith, of Adwick Hall near Doncas---Nothing artificial appeared in his character,

ter, has angounced a publication of " Studies and he was never indebted for his sanctity to

of Flowers from Nature," in ten monthly a mask.

numbers. This, it is presumed, will be an ele

gant work for yoong ladies; as, besides the A Translation of Mr. Ellis's Journal of the example of beautiful coloured engravings, it Embassy to China, is already publishing in Pa- will contain observations on the principle of ris, in two octavo volumes.


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Hold o'er the passions a benignant reign.

Is 't hard the harınonious summit to attain, FROM THE LEGEND OF MONA; Is 't hard to hear the Muses' silver voice ?

Did ever mortal mount the steep in vain, --A MS. Poem.

Did ever mortal hear and not rejoice ?

Yet talk not of the Muses' mild controul.--BY MRS. HENRY ROLLS. *

The blessings lavish'd on the girl I love, D OUND Mona's Isle the billows sleep,

Her youth, ber beauty, and her unstain'd soul, n And sparkles bright the dancing spray, The song ---the lyre ---the voice of fame,--the

Impart to me a blessedness above As each wild rock and craggy steep,

whole Is silver'd by the moon's soft ray.

Of thy enjoyments in the Muses' grove. Light floats the sea-gull on the tide,

G. F. M.
The wearied fisher sinks to rest ;
And not a cloud is seen to glide,
Reflected on the ocean's breast.

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But o'er the skies, so calm, so fair,
What sounds of melting music flow,

That, rising o'er the midnight air,
Pours the soft notes of love and woe?

No mortal voice soch notes can raise,

[By the Author of Hohenelm,Love's Visit, Legends of As float along these moon-light skies,

Lampidosa, &c.] Whose sounds the ocean's breath obeys,

WE Spirit of Kevan's sainted eave And hush'd beneash its influence dies. 1 Came dekly over the deep blue wave, Now sailing round yon lofty tower,

While the Baalfires blaz'd in Monona's dells, Is heard the sweet, the solemn strain ;

And ev'ry spirit that loves the night It swells o'er beauteous Bertha's bower,

Was there to gladden the jocund rite,

But Giorvine sigh'd, as she wing'd her flight, Then dies in murmurs o'er the main.

“ Why was I bot call’d to the Feast of Shells: Can minstrel's harp those notes repeat, Or bard in loftier pumbers tell,

" The blue-ry'd daughter of Lir is there, What was that song so strange, so sweet,

And tive sister-virgins with golden hair, That breath'd that wild, that sad farewell ?

That watch the fires of Kildarna's shrine:

Would my sandals of dewy moss profane To minstrel's harp it ne'er was given,

The shining track of so fair a train ? To pour a pure celestial strain;

Or fear'd they the fires of their boasted fane To catch the song that flows from heaven, Would shrink from a step so rude as mine? Must loftiest bard essay in vain.

"O! they gleam but in Pleasure's noon-tide Then thou ! ---the lowest of that race ,--

hour, The vain, the fond attempt forego;

Like the meteor-spark of the yellow flow'r, Contented through life's vale to trace,

Wbich flashes when sumier-sunbeams glow: The varying scenes of bliss and woe.

But tlou’rs as bright for me shall rise,

Without the bounty of summer-skies,
Now rose the morn, and o'er the tide
Is spread the bright, the smiling ray;

Ere the eaglet from Kevad's eyrie flies
And swift the bark is seen to glide,

O'er the waters of gloomy Glendalough." That bears the Lord of Colonsay,

Alone by those waters Fingal stood, The breezes swell the snowy sail,

While the grey mist huog over field and flood,

And he thought of bis bride's far distaot And foams the wave around the oar;

bow'rs: The lover chides the languid gale, And anxious views the distant shore.

Ere he look'd again, the mist was fled;

A roof of garlands above him spread, High swells his heart with love---with pride And the blossoms that meteor-brightness shed, United ---can those passions reign ?

Were the living lamps of this Hall of Flow'rs. Ah! there is seen his beauteous bride,

And a thousand arches seem'd to lean
And round is spread her wide domain.---

On pillars of cluster'd osiers green,
With those starry wreaths around them


The purple moss of Senana's cave,
From the Literary Gazette.

And the lilies that float on Kevan's wave,

Were mingled the verdant hall to pave
A RT tbou a Poet ?---thou hast learn'd to

Where the lady of beauty sat and sung. A feigo,

The wandering sea-maid's melody,
To Mount Parnassos, and enjoy her skies; Far heard at eye on the silver sea,
Whence, as thou tell'st me, aëry deities When the pilot sleeps and his home is near,

Or the sweets the spirits of night distil
It was by an error of the press that this lady was On the hunter's dream by the lonely rill,
designated Mrs, Mary Rolls, in the title to the beauti- Were not so soft as the syren's trill
Tal verses Vision of Speckbachr," in our No. XVI. That melted and dwelt in Fingal's ear.


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My trembling fi

The rust was brown on the warrior's shield, With pity that it never knew,
The roe had slept on the battle-field,

And seem all tenderness and passion!
Ere he

of his 1

e's foreaken bow'rg: Yes ! to thy baser nature true. Then the lady of beauty said, and sigh’d, Thou weep'st, and why ?---it is the fashion ! “Return and smile on thy blue-ey'd bride, But take this living lamp to guide Thy steps again to my Hall of Flow'rs.”


The Chief has sought his father's ball,
But where is the pomp of the banner'd wall

W HILE some of their fictitious lyres, That frown'd over lofty Inistairn ?

A mournful farewell take, The thistle on Fingal's hearth has grown,

Deep tones of sorrow from thy wires,

wake : The wild doe sleeps on his altar stone--But a voice like the harp of Tara's tone

What though thy tones were wild and rude, Came sweetly from the moss-green cairn.

Yet oft they pleas'd mine ear,

They charm'd my boors of solitude, " Thy brow is furrow'd---thy veins are cold ! And sweeten'd every tear ! Thrice a hundred years have roll’d,

Partner of many a lonely hour, Since thy sprit bent to Glorvine's spells ; And soother of its pain, Thou had'st slept on earth in holy rest, Farewell !--thy soft consoling power And the stone of thy fame had here been blest, Shall never charm again! Hadst thou welcom'd a weary wand'ring guest, Then fare-thee-well!-for we must part.--

And call'd me to sit at the Feast of Shells. A lighter hand, a gayer heart « The spirits that feed unholy mirth

May wake thy notes with better skill ;Lurk in the painted gems of earth

With more of music's art,
That darkly in poison's fumes decay ;

A sadder never will!
And the spirit that rules a maiden's dream
Lies hid in the pearl beneath a stream,

Till touch'd by the cold moon's roving beam,
It rises to aid her changeful sway.

BY J. EDMESTOX, jun. " And those that kindle a warrior's breast ONCE, yet to be, when Time shall quitais In the bright green emerald love to rest,

seat, Whose ray can the serpent's eye appal ;

His woof exhausted, and his web complete; But the spirit of truth and freedom dwells

When the great wheel of ages shall be stilled, In the wild flowers deep among Erin's dells; And all th' eternal purposes fulfilled ;--She came not to grace thy feast of shells,

The spirit-breathing trump of God sball sound, Nor sat as a guest in Fingal's hall.

And all creation with the blast resound;

The sea shall hear, and heave herself distress'd: " I bless'd them not, and their pomp is past--- The earth shall hear and rend her sable breast; Thy walls have crumbled before the blast, And flesh to join its flesh, and bone its bone, While I shew'd thee the bliss of my secret Journey through jarring atoms to its own; bowers;

Then Death's cold captives, each one in his I have breath'd on thy soul, and thou art mine! keep, The living lamp of my throne is thine :

Bound fast in chains of adamantine sleep, And when Fingal's race shall see it shine, Shall feel the warm, the conscious tide advance

Thy Erin shall be my realm of flowers.” And inch by inch awaken from their trance. The Chief was gone ere the day-star rose--

When Conscience shall resume her sway once A tbousand crystal columns close

more, The path he trod on that sainted shore :

With deeper sting, and deadlier than before;

And Memory assist her to portray
And a giant hand from the deep blue wave
Came forth the living lamp to save ;---

Th' unpardon'd sins of many a far-past day : The harp still rings over Fingal's grave,

How fain would some from God in judgmeat

then, But the mighty lamp is seen no more.

Shrink to their sepulchres and worms again!

Yet there are some, who even in that day, From the Eclectic Review,

Shall bear no harm and suffer no dismay,

But rise triumphant from a world on fire, TO AN HYPOCRITE. Fresh as the phenix from her funeral pyre ;

Their's is a heavenly throne,a deathless crown; By Miss D. P. CAMPBELL.

Their sun of Happiness shall ne'er go dowo: MT HY heart is hard---thou hast no tear But, passing on to glories yet before, L Like that which drops from Pity's ey

A cloudless and unbounded zenith soar. Her angel voice was never dear,

Ages and ages vanisb'd, yet shall be Nor can thy bosom heave the sigh,

But the commencement of eternity : The tender sigh ! for others' anguish,--

And that eternity they all shall know
Then haste thee---to thy pleasure fly,

Omnipotence of blessing can bestow.
And leave me here in grief to languish.
Yet thou hast said---perhaps hast sworn---

From the Monthly Magazine, October 1817. Thy soul was tenderness and truth!

TO MARY'S EYE. Go, Hypocrite ! thou canst not mourn

A Language breathes from out thee, O'er a bruis'd heart, and blasted youth, A Thou little gem of light ! With’ring away with grief and sorrow !

And Harmony's about thee, Or, if thou dost, I fear, in sooth,

O'er teeming with delight. 'Tis but the semblance thou dost borrow.

How finely we adore thee, Yet thou canst talk, oh, wond'rous well!

Thou soul-condensing light ! Of sympathy and feeling too ;

Earth's conquest is before thee, And bid thy changeful bosom swell

Majestically bright.


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