POFTIC SKETCHES. * Glad meetings, tender partings, which upstay The drooping mind of absence." "May never was the month of love, For May is full of flowers; 'Tis rather April, wet by kind, For love is full of showers." THE palms flung down their shadow, and the air By bees sung to the sweet flowers as they fed; Of his own land's green oaks, the loses here There's music in that bow'r, where the wild rose Has clung about the ash,-such plaining tones As the winds waken there a harp is breathing, And o'er it leans its mistress, as she lived Upon those melancholy sounds: her head Is bent, as if in pain, upon those strings, And the gold shadows of her long hair veil The white hand which almost unconsciously In melody is wandering; that fair hand Is not more snowy than the cheek it presses ; That cheek does tell the history of the heartTells, that across the bright May hours of youth Bleak clouds have past, and left behind a trace 81 ATHENEUM VOL. 11. Bordering on sadness, but withalso sweet You scarce might call it sorrow; and that smile Yes, she was dying! tho' so young.so fair, She is within his arms, and they have met, Evelin and his Elizabeth! a flush Of beautiful delight is on her face; He clasped her silently, and his dark eye Is filled with tears. Ah, tears like these are worth POETIC SKETCHES. SKETCH IL. "Oh, Power of love! so fearful, yet so fair! Life of our life on earth, yet kin to care!" ... It lay mid trees, a little quiet nest Wove a luxuriant curtain, with a wreath, She stood upon the turf, while round her flew 'Tis past, we knew not whither, but 'tis gone--- Has torn it from the stem; and those who loved, I passed by that sweet cottage; it was changed; TO L. E. L. L.E. L. On his or her Poetic Sketches in the Literary Gazette. To me there's more of Minstrel stealth of fancy-more of Thought's best wealth,- Such gentle music may pass by Is, from its softness, dearer: I know not who, or what thou art; BERNARD BARTON, THE PRISONERS OF MOUNT ST. Mount St. Michael, in Normandy, is sur rounded by a quicksand, and bears upon its summit an abbey within a fortress, which is still a secret state-prison. Linger, brief winter-sun, awhile, On the lonely peak of St. Michael's pile! . Are they falser than those the courtier treads? That joyous fellowship held on board, And see the last of Life's roses fall? We know we have gather'd and worn them all. Or let us like Persia's proudest kings Oh! when we look on the friends that live, And think how early their light may close, Shall we not every shade for give, And bless the shunshine that round them glows! It is the last,--for though days return, The touch of that glow will return no more; We may new joys from new moments learn, But never the same we have felt before:We may tread on the spot where first me met, But shall we not wish we could forget? • We have pleasure in saying that the sweet poems under this signature are by a lady, yet in her teens! The admiration with which they have been so generally read, could not delight their fair author more than it has those who in the Literary Gazette cherished her infant genius.-Ed. Lovely Garonne !—in the deep blue sky, When the moon bends down as if fond of earth, I shape, while her snow-white clouds roll by, The hills of the land that gave me birth: And her floating light is like the joy That over my youth's sweet stillness spread,-The meek pure love of a mother's eye On hours of loneliness brighter shed: THE POET'S LOT. It is to cherish in the heart Feelings the warmest, kindest, best; To wish their essence to impart To every breast: And then, awaking from such dream, V. Tis, like the Pelican, to feed "The Exceptions prove the Truth of the Rule." Old Proverb. Askest Thou what it is to be A Poet?-I will tell thee what ; And candidly unfold to Thee His weary lot. It is to sacrifice each good That Fortune's favour'd minions share; And, in unheeded solitude, Her frowns to bear. It is to nourish hopes that cheat; Which, when he felt them first beat high, Appear'd so humble, blameless, sweet, They could not die. It is to feel foreboding fears; Then-think them half unfounded too,And last, with pangs too deep for tears, To own them true! Others from his warm breast!-but 0! Unlike that Bird-the Bard may bleed, And wake no glow. It is to pamper vicious taste, By spurning Virtue's strict control; Then be with Fame, and Riches grac'd, And damn his soul! Or, while his humbler verse defends Her cause, her loveliness pourtrays; To win from her apparent Friends Cold,cautious Praise. It is a thorny path to tread, By care, by sorrow over-cast; With but one thought its balm to shed, “This cannot last!" For soon that thorny path is trod; From Man he has no more to crave :Grant him Thy Mercy-Gracious God! Thou Earth-a Grave! [The two following beautiful pieces are taken from a little work just published for Children, entitled, "Poems for Youth, by a Family Circle, in 2 parts." Just received by MUNROE & FRANCIS, from London.] THE WINTER FLOWER. THERE was a pale and shrinking flower, Even so, I saw misfortune's child, With gentler grief I now deplore, THE MARINER OF LIFE. WHEN the young mariner of life O God! his refuge is in Thee. First rushing on those untried seas, He does not see the fatal rock, Which stands to wreck his future peace. But when by swift winds borne along, It bursts upon his troubled view, In Thee, alone, he then is strong, 'Tis then he finds Thy promise true. Secure in trust-secure in faith, Temptation shall assail in vain, And christian courage, strong as death, The glorious warfare shall maintain. In vain shall passion's billows rage, A tempest in the struggling soul Thy word that tempest can assuage, The spirit owns Thy blest control. O Father! spread thy guardian arm, Around the guileless breast of youth, With life's first generous feeling warm, Oh! stamp it with Thy heavenly truth. That when these trying scenes depart, Unspotted he may turn to Thee, And innocent in lips and heart, Adore Thee thro' Eternity. Paragraphs. ORIGINAL ANECDOTES REMARKABLE INCIDENTS, &c. INCIDENT DURING THE NORTH-AMERI- that was done which might not other CAN WAR OF INDEPENDENCE. WHAT shall I say of you, harmless natives of the island of Nantucket, whose mild and beneficent creed had instructed you to shun individual strife, and to shudder at the calamities of a warfare in which you were never actively engaged? Would that I could have softened efficaciously those which befel you, at a time when the only of fering I could make you, was to console you, and to share your griefs! We were sailing up Delaware Bay, when a vessel was descried a-head, making towards us as if we had been "friends." When within reach of gunshot, she obeyed the signal and lowered her sails. She was boarded; but scarcely had the officer, with his boat's crew, taken possession, when the frigate struck on the Brandywine shoal. The utmost consternation prevailed on board; the water was started from the butts of the upper tier; other means were resorted to, to lighten her and lessen her draught, to the end that, by backing the sails, she might free the shoal; it was even proposed to throw overboard the guns. In this extremity, the boat's crew had been sent back to the frigate, where their presence was required, the officer remaining on board the prize, the Raven schooner of Nantucket. It should here be observed, that the inhabitants of that island belonged exclusively to the society of Friends more commonly called Quakers. Jenkins, the master, raised the officer in his arms, and held him up as if he had been an infant :-"Friend," said he, "I have only to throw thee overboard, and return to Philadelphia; but I will go on board the frigate, and act the part of a friend, by using my best endeavours to free her of her peril." His offer was cheerfully accepted; and, by his help and intelligence, wise have been accomplished; the fri gate once more floated in deep water. Friend Jenkins was a man of athletic make; but mild and gentle in his deportment. The feats of strength he displayed on board of the frigate, enti tled him to a place in the foremost rank of those whose surprising muscular powers have acquired them celebrity. Coffin, the mate, possessed a vigorous mind, and of the two, was the most interesting. Without money in his pocket, he had landed at Boston, in his early youth, and penetrating into the inte rior, had spent several years among the Indian tribes of both Americas, studying their manners and conforming himself to their usages. He had visited the greater portion of these tribes; and his details respecting them, and what he had seen besides, were a constant fund of entertainment to us, while he was pining inwardly with grief. It is related of the original Harlequin of the French scene, that, having become hypocondriacal, he consulted a physician, not of his acquaintance, who recommended to him to repair to the theatre, and see Carolan. "I am,” said he," the Carolan by whom all Paris is amused, and who am myself consuming with melancholy." Thus it was with friend Coffin, who still wore an air of tranquil content, while he stifled his sorrows in the efforts he made to contribute to our amusement. Estranged from the comforts and conveniences of a civilized state, by the erratic life he had led among savage hordes, custom had made him as hardy as a Bedouin-Arab: his bed was a sack filled with straw, in which, laid on the planks, he buried himself to the chin. The small island of Nantucket, lying in the vicinity of Rhode-Island, is too barren to grow corn; its peaceful and industrious inhabitants are there fore obliged to procure elsewhere the prime necessary of life, by bartering against it the produce of their coasts. The schooner had taken to Philadelphia a cargo of dried fish, and was returning with a lading of flour. So little did friend Jenkins, in his simplicity, suspect that we should detain him, on learning his errand, and the necessities of his fellow-islanders, by which it had been prompted, that he had persuaded himself that he had merely to relate the artless tale, to be allowed to proceed. He did not dilate on the particular service he had rendered us, however he might be sensible that, but for him, our best accommodation might have been sought within the narrow limits of our boats. "The flour," he said, "can be conveniently stowed in the frigate; let it be taken out, and permit me and my crew to return to Nantucket, with a paper addressed to the vessels of your nation we may chance to fall in with in our way. The schooner is old and crazy; she will not tempt them, and will fetch but little at New York; while the advantage, for which we shall ever be thankful, will to us be great." A humane feeling, not to speak of gratitude for a benefit received, might have yielded to this suggestion; a portion, at least, of the cargo might have been generously added to the boon; and the schooner might have been reckoned among the worthless craft directed to be scuttled or burnt; but the barbarous usage of war ordered it otherwise. She had sailed from an island, the inhabitants of which professed, it is true, to be in amity with all mankind, but whose position brought them into a more strict relation with those who were hostile to us; she had carried a supply to an enemy's port, and was to be delivered over to the court of Vice-Admiralty on our arrival at New-York. Our stay there was short; but, on our return from the next cruize, we anxiously has tened on shore, to inquire after our "friends," and the captive crew. Men of Nantucket! honest Quakers! it was in vain that you assembled daily on the beach, to watch the approach of your companions, with the promised And you, wives, children, -succour. and relatives of the long expected "friends!" it was in vain that you mingled with the throng, while as yet a gleam of illusive hope bursts on you, and you did not forbode the extent of the calamity that was to befal you. Never were you to return to the well beloved, and to press them to your bosoms!-all-yes, all !—were swept off by the contagious fever which then raged in the jail of New York. CAL EXPERIMENTS. Partial flashes of lightning, Aurora Borea lis, &c. are to be beautifully exhibited, by taking in a spoon about a drachm of the pow der or seeds of hycopodium, and th owing it against a candle, all other light being excluded. Powder resin is equally fit for the purpose, but from its adhesive quality sticks to the hand or any thing on which it may fall. A very entertaining sort of coruscation of light is obtained by the use of phosphorised line. When a small quantity (20 or 30 grains) is thrown into a glass of water, bubbles of gas are successively extracted from it, which, rising to the surface of the water, are inflamed on coming in contact with the air of the atmosphere, producing a flash of bright light. And as a succession of such time, a repetition of such flashes will be bubbles is produced, during a considerable seen. A letter from the Hague relates the fol lowing instance of animal sagacity, hardly Dog of Montargis :- An individual driving a degree behind the famous story of the his cabriolet in the environs of that city, having approached a lonely farm-house, was arrested by the piercing cries of a child. He hastily alighted, and sought to discover their cause; about three years of age, bathed in tears, when a little girl and accompanied by a dog, presented her self before him. No other living creature could be seen in the house: the stranger called, but no answer was returned; and after a vain search, he took the helpless infant along with him, and drove to the nearest tavern, followed by the dog. Entering the common room, he observed two ill-looking characters in a corner together, one of whom, not aware of committing himself with a stranger, said to his fellow, "That, |