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DEATH. [TRIBUTARY.]

"I think death an emancipation; and shall I not rejoice

I remembered my vow though in victory's pride,
And I've come, oh, my brother, to kneel by thy side."
The young warrior has raised his faint hand to his breast,

And he takes forth a rose-bud from under his vest,
And the tide of his true heart has joined on each leaf
With the thick-gushing gore of the Saracen chief.
"Oh, my brother, I pray thee this token to bear
To the maid who condemned me to grief and despair,
Who first lured my young spirit to bend to her sway,
Then, in pitiless scorn, spurned her victim away.
"Say, forgotten of her, I've but lived for her fame,
And the winds of the East have been charged with her

name;

when those I love are free? In all cases I am glad for the They have borne it o'er desert, o'er mountain, and sea, dead, that they have broken the prison of life, and escaped."'Twas the war-cry of him who, at Acre, plucked down In Syria, and Egypt, and sad Galilee.

The Tor Hill.

Shall I not weep for thee, my best beloved!
Nor sables, and the funeral cypress wear,
Nor pour the wild lament that aye remov'd,

Thy presence glads no more this lower sphere?
Shall I not mourn for thee with tender wail,
And shroud me deep in sorrow's darkest veil?

Can I rejoice thou liv'st no more for me,

Oh, thou of Paradise the brightest flower! Rejoice, and bid my soul of comfort be,

Nor weep the storm that rent thee from my bower,
While all unheeded, or but mark'd of woe,
Day follows day, monotonous, and slow.
Yes! I will school my spirit to rejoice,

Forswear the tear, and chide the rending sigh,
For hark! sounds not from heav'n a seraph voice
That tells of freedom o'er yon fair blue sky;
Emancipation from the battle-strife,
Captivity abhorr'd, and woe-fraught life?
Yes! I will weep no more, for thou art free!
Thy fetters broke or ere their thraldom prov'd;
Thy prison doors unbarr'd, and liberty,

Eternal freedom thine, oh, most belov'd!
Or ere Despair proclaim'd her ruthless power,
Or sorrow dimm'd thy beauty, gentle flower!
And sooth, though stern, and wounding be the lore,
And love the cruel creed refuse to learn;
Meeter it were than ceaselessly deplore,
(Might but the bruised heart the truth discern ;)
Meeter than willow, or the darksome yew,
Were fairest buds death's hallowed couch to strew.
Then weave a chaplet for the tranquil dead,

Of flowers the brightest Flora's wreath compose, And for the cypress on the green earth spread, Go, gather myrtle, and the festive rose; And bid, triumphant bid, the garland wave Proudly o'er Freedom's shrine-the blessed Grave! Liverpool.

"Trarah! trarah! durch Flur und Wald
Liesz Karl sein Horn nun schallen."-Burger.

On the blood-crimsoned turf the young warrior lies,
And the darkness of death is fast clouding his eyes,
For the war axe has cleft through his glittering crest,
And the Saracen poniard is deep in his breast;
Yet his features still play with a faint smile of pride,
For the infidel's champion lies stretched by his side,
And ere his high spirit be summoned by death,
For one blast on his bugle he gathers his breath.
"In the van of our host I was leading the way,
As we charged, like a whirlwind, the turban'd array,
When I heard thy low call as it swelled on the gale,
Like the languishing notes of a funeral wail;

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The black banner that waved o'er the dogs of Mahoun;
Ay, ever it rose where the battle raged loudest,
And the infidel gathered his best and his proudest.
"Say the crest of the bravest has bowed to my brand,
When the charm of her name added strength to my hand;
Say in conquest I used it, and now, even now,
Though the cold sweat is gathering like dew on my brow;
Though the chillness of death is pervading each limb,
And my fix'd eye in darkness is clouded and dim;
Though each joint of my armour is streaming with gore,
Still a victor, though dying, I breathe it once more."
RACHEL WIGGINS.

A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF MISS ELLEN WOODYATT,

LATE OF HEREFORD.

The following little poem is founded on a very poetical, though awful catastrophe, which occurred at Malvern, Worcestershire. Those sublime chains of mountains, both from their salubrious situation, and the magnificent scenery which their summits command, attract a great number of visitors during the summer season. On the 5th July, 1827, the dense heat of the atmosphere was excessively oppressive; this did not, however, deter several parties from ascending the hills, among which was one, destined to witness a most appalling and afflicting scene. This party comprised eight persons, ladies and gentlemen, who set out with buoyant heart and gladsome step, the sure concomitants of prospective pleasure. Their intention was to ascend the High North Hill, and to dine in a small building, a kind of summer-house, erected on its summit, ycleped the "Harcourt Tower." The roof of this building is covered with iron plates; beneath this roof the party ranged themselves around the dinner table; at the instant they were seated, a storm burst over their heads, one of the principal and melancholy effects of which forms the leading feature of the poem.

O Life! uncertain, brief, and dangerous
Is thy career each day is harbinger

To thee, and marches from the source of time,
Laden with joyous and with care-fraught hours.
O could we centre in one moment's glance
The vast and varied spectacle of life
Spread o'er the world's wide theatre,
The eye would melt to view so infinite
A mass of human misery.

But, midst the scene of mutability,
Humanity recoils, and shudders to behold

Vigorous and blooming youth swept from the earth
More sudden than the midnight fated wreck:
Such was poor Ellen's doom!

Weep, weep, dear Muse! nor check the bursting sigh
Thou breath'st for Ellen's hapless fate,

Yet I raised my couched lance, and I turned my good For Ellen scarce had sixteen winters known: steed,

She was so fair, that e'en the budding rose, When that faintly. breathed summons proclaimed thee in Soft, blushing 'neath the dewy veil of morn,

need:

Is not so beauteous; her form, so light,

So finely moulded, that her graceful step
Echoed sweet music softly audible;

Her lovely countenance, her rich blue eye,
That mildly beamed with heaven's azure light,
Her dimpled cheek, and roseate lips-
Yea, all her features were so beautiful
That every eye dwelt on them with delight;
Chaste as the snowdrop drooping o'er the stream;
So truly good and kind withal; nature
On her fair brow had graved perfection,
Too perfect for this transitory life;
Struck the fell blow, and Ellen was no more!
Death came-and levelled his unerring shaft,-
But why, O Muse! delay the woeful tale.

The morning sun had gilded Malvern's brow,
And scorching heat had seared the opening leaf,
When lovely Ellen, with a youthful group,
Proposed to reach the North Hill's towering heigh
Each care-void heart anticipated bliss,
Nor thought that Death was hovering on high;
All hastened with a light and joyous step
To climb the steep and rugged mountain path.
On the North Hill the Harcourt Tower o'erlooks
The beauteous and fairy land below;
Hither the party hied, and sat beneath
That fated roof: scarce had they welcom'd rest,
Ere o'er the broad expansive firmament
A storm arose, that shook the rocks around;
So furious and merciless it raged,

That one dark mass of density seemed heaven
And earth-save when the quick lightning's bright glan
Gleamed on the countenances of the frighted group.
At length a flash, on whose red wing rode Death,
Dashed from the murky element, and struck
Poor Ellen dead!

Ah, cruel Death! that thus
Could raise thy shaft to rob the world of one
So innocent, so fair, that youth and age
Unite their tears, and heave the painful sigh-
A mournful tribute to her memory.

Such is frail humanity :-this moment
We revel in the bliss of buoyant health,
Unmindful that the purest mortal may
Be in an instant plunged for ever in
The gulf of dark eternity.

TO MRS. PON HER BIRTHDAY. We cannot clip, the wings of Time,

Nor steal away from thence a feather; Then, since we may not spoil his flight, Let's journey on in joy together. Another century, and we

Shall be like those who've gone before us
Perhaps our names may live, perhaps
Oblivion's cloud may be flung o'er us.
The painter's art, the poet's song,
May snatch for us a recollection,

A trace that we have been; but then,
How casual the retrospection!

This life is half divided, 'tween
The brightest joy and darkest sadness;
But let us steal from life's dark part
Whate'er is bright, to add to gladness.
Your life was the morning sun,

Just opening into light and beauty;
But now, 'tis like the sun's decline,-
His setting like your matron duty.
Like him may you, in your decline,
Seem beautiful in life's calm even;
Like him may you arise again

To grace another-purer heaven.

Manchester.

C.A.

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on these wild woodlands, where, with anxious breast, sought for him and his a place of rest,

his fond wife and children, doomed to mourn,
hope delusive waited his return,

th stealthy pace Death tracked him on his way,
sudden seized him as his destined prey.
duteous Friendship held his aching head,

ed his parched lips, and smoothed his troubled bed; is last struggle caught his parting sigh, pe closed, with trembling hand, his filmy eye; geoft times, wandering near this gloomy bower, Est the lone silence of the twilight hour,

isps o'er the spot where He, whose generous mind, fed with an ardent love for human kind, Talent guided by her splendid ray, slowly mingling with the common clay.

BERNARD'S POETRY.

TO THE EDITOR.

a-The exquisite productions of Bernard, whom aire cails

l'enfant de Phébus

GENTIL BERNARD, dont la muse féconde
Doit faire encor les delices du monde-

not as well known in this country as their merit would hettle them to. I will submit, occasionally, metrical transngoons of some of his pieces, for insertion; they may, caps, incite a person more competent to the task, to them to the numerous readers of your interesting ellany in a more becoming English dress-si non, Jere mecum.-Yours, &c.

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CUPID WHIPT.

Oh! for the thunderbolt of Jove,
The young Lycoris angry said,
That I may punish truant Love,

And blast the temple o'er his head. Oh! for the club, th' unerring dart Alcides bore, decreed by fate;

JEAN.

That, driven from earth, my youthful heart
Ne'er feel the power of him I hate.
Thy mightiest magic art I'll use,
Medea!-philtres to prepare,

More fatal than his shafts infuse

In th' hearts of every simple fair.
Ah! that this hour, while passion swells
My every vein,-the wretch was near;
His voice, his fluttering pinion tells,

And, ere seen, he says, "I'm here, I'm here."

Permit me now! avenge! his cry!

-Her anger fled at his look so coy; A sprig of a rose, that bloomed hard by, She seized to whip the wanton boy. To her bosom clasped-that earthly heavenIn joy, not grief, they close their fray: Each blow was slight, though with roses given, Lest a tear-drop chase his smiles away.

LE CIMETIERE DE VILLAGE.
Imilé de l'Anglais de Gray.

Les ombres de la nuit s'étendent sur la terre,
Le bétail, à pas lents, revient dans les enclos,
Le pâtre appesanti se traine à sa chaumière,

Et tout dans l'univers s'abandonne au repos.

Je vois s'evanouir ces riants paysages,
L'air est calme et serein, je n'entens aucun bruit,
Ilors le sourd bélement des lointains pâturages,
Et l'escarbot ailé qui bourdonne de nuit.

Mais quel son discordant vient frapper mon oreille?
C'est le morne hibou, qui du creux d'une tour
Se complaint à la lune et croit que je ne veille
Que pour venir troubler son lugubre séjour.
La mousse que le tems a réduite en poussière
Fait de nombreux amas sous ces tristes ormeaux,
Et décèle à nos yeux la demeure dernière

Des anciens habitans de ces simples hameaux.
La fraicheur du matin, les parfums de l'aurore,
Les chants de l'alouette, en planant dans les airs,
Les cris perçants du coq, la trompette sonore,

Rien ne peut les tirer de leurs tombeaux divers.
Non, ce n'est plus pour eux qu'une épouse chèrie
Prépare de ses mains un champêtre repas;
Et ces jeunes enfans qui leur doivent la vie,
Pour embrasser leur père en vain tendent les bras.
Que les riches moissons de nos fertiles plaines

Ont succombé de fois au tranchant de leur faux !
Que souvent sous leur hache ont retenti les chênes,
Qu'ils se sont distingués par d'utiles travaux !
Orgueilleux insensés, cessez vos vains outrages,
Epargnez vos mépris aux pauvres laboureurs:
Si la nature encore à droit à vos hommages,
Quelque fois sur leur sort attendrissez vos cœurs.
La pompe des grandeurs, l'éclat de la naissance,
La beauté, le pouvoir, ni le royal bandeau,
N'obtiennent de la mort aucune préférence:

Le chemin de la gloire aboutit au tombeau.
L'on ne voit point leurs noms orner la cathédrale ;
Ils n'ont aucun encens de la posterité;
Mais vous de qui l'orgueil au sépulcre s'étale,
Au poids de la raison pesez la vanité.
Croyez-vous que l'éclat des riches mausolées

Puisse aux cendres d'un mort rendre le sentiment?
Ou que le froid tribut de douleurs simulées
Sous le marbre ou l'airain les réchauffe un instant?
Peut-être ces tombeaux de si simple apparence

Recèlent des humains qu'ornaient mille vertus! Mais pour avoir vécu dans l'extrême indigence, Dans un coin de la terre ils sont morts inconnus. Des dépouilles du tems la science enrichie,

Ne versa point sur eux ses sublimes trésors: Leur profonde ignorance émoussant leur génie, Enerva leur esprit et glaça leurs transports. Ainsi qu'un diamant dans le sein de la mine,

Leur inutile éclat pour le monde est perdu; De même qu'un rosier qui sur le roc domine,

N'embaume qu'un désert et fleurit inconnu. Qui sait si dans ce nombre il ne faudrait inscrire Un Hampden villageois, fléau de ses tyrans, Un Milton ignoré qui ne savait pas lire,

Un paisible Cromwell, plein de rares talens!

Si leur obscurité les priva de la gloire

De verser des bienfaits sur leurs contemporains, Leurs crimes n'ont du moins pas flétri leur mémoire, Et le sang innocent n'a point souillé leurs mains.

Du mensonge des cours ignorant l'artifice,
Ils n'ont jamais rougi de parler librement;
Et leur muse jamais, pour encenser le vice,
N'a du fond de leur cœur trahi le sentiment.
Bornés dans leurs desirs, au gré de leur envie,
Dans le calme et la paix ils ont coulé leurs jours;
Et si rien n'a marqué l'époque de leur vie,

Aucun événement n'en a troublé le cours.
De simples monumens, dénués de sculpture,
Garantissent leurs os des outrages du tems;
Et quelques mots tracés, ornant leur sépulture,
Suffisent pour toucher les sensibles passans.

On lit sur ces tombeaux l'instant de leur naissance,
Celui de leur décès, leur âge, avec leurs noms,
Et des auteurs sacrés quelques graves sentences,
Annonçant de la mort les terribles leçons.
On a peine à quitter les douceurs de la vie,
Sans jeter en arrière un douloureux regard;
La crainte que le monde un jour ne les oublie,
Aux regrets des mourans a la plus grande part.
Les yeux en se fermant sollicitent nos larmes,
Et l'ame qui s'envole observe nos douleurs:
La nature gémit, mais trouve encore des charmes,
Quand ses derniers soupirs nous arrachent des pleurs.
Pour moi qui rends hommage à ces cendres éteintes,
A mon tour disparu de ce vaste univers,

Si quelque voyageur dans ces mornes enceintes,
S'informait du destin de l'auteur de ces vers;

Peut-être qu'un vieillard pourra lui dire encore :"Observant la nature au moment du réveil, Il venait chaque jour, au lever de l'aurore, Contempler sur ces monts la gloire du soleil. "Au pied de cet ormeau, près d'une source pure, Il se garantissait de l'ardeur du midi, Et fixant ses regards sur l'onde qui murmure, Dans ses réflexions restait enselevi. "Mais se rendant bientôt dans la forêt voisine, On l'entendait gémir ou soupirer tout bas, De même qu'un amant que sa peine domine,

Et qui livre à son cœur les plus cruels combats. "Il vint enfin un jour, qu'au lever de l'aurore, Ni proche du ruisseau je ne l'apperçus plus; Un autre jour survint, un autre vint encore, Mes vœux pour le revoir devinrent superflus. "Hélas! le lendemain, dans notre cimetière,

En funèbre appareil, on le mit au tombeau. Lisez son epitaphe: elle est sur cette pierre Que vous voyez de loin près de cet arbrisseau. "C'est là que tous les ans les douces violettes Devancent le retour de la belle saison; C'est là que les oiseaux ont choisi leurs retraites, Et de leurs pieds légers impriment le gazon."

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Solution to the Multiplication Question proposed by C. A. M., in the Kaleidoscope of January 15. The multiplicand 45973 is to be multiplied by 19975, which latter number, it may be seen, is 25 less than 20000, the product will, therefore, be expressed by 45973 X 20000 subtracting 25 times 45973.

The first part of this operation (the multiplication by 20000) is effected by first doubling the number, and then annexing to this sum four ciphers, which is multiplying it by 10000, the product is now 919460000. Then the multiplication of 45973 by 25 is performed by first supposing two ciphers to be annexed to it, which is multiplying by 100, and then dividing this product by 4, which gives 1149325, which is finally subtracted from the first product 919460000, leaving the remainder 918310675

A Mistake." Yes, Sir," said a doctor, in answer to a gentleman who had inquired if he cured asthmas. "I do, and I undertake"-here he was going to add, "to cure you in less than a week;" when the patient starting up, exclaimed, "Undertake! keep off, keep off; I'll never have a doctor who is an undertaker: no, no; why, you will be killing me, to make a double job of it."

The Ottomans.-A country footman, a second edition of Dominie Sampson, wishing to aid the cause of the Greeks, but not knowing how to set about it, asked the housemaid, if he should join them, what he should have to do? "Why, to destroy all the Ottomans you meet with," was the answer. "Oh, is that all ?" said he, and instantly ran up stairs. Shortly afterwards, going into the drawing-room, she was surprised to find the ottomans torn to pieces, and thrown about the room. On asking the reason of this strange proceeding, she was told the volunteer had done it in his zeal for the cause of the Greek. -Harcourt's Original Jests.

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Tales, Romances, &c.

[ORIGINAL.]

Our correspondent B., who, some time since, fur· nished us with the outline of the following communication, will, we fancy, scarcely recognise his own ghost, after the liberties we have taken with it. We have endeavoured to retain the spirit of the original; and we trust we have not entirely failed in this attempt, although the garb of the spectre is somewhat changed.-Edit. Kal.

THE GHOST,

'Twas at "the witching hour of night
When graves give up their dead,"
When ghosts and goblins walk abroad,
And mortals lie in bed.

"Where?"

so that they looked from the windows of their dwellings on the top, and above it rose castles innumerable, all per to learn the cause thereof; and many left their houses, fectly alike. These soon split into towers, which were and, as the watchers of the night cried-"A ghost! a shortly afterwards lost in colonnades, then windows, and ghost!" through the streets and alleys, they cried similar. This is the Fata Morgana, which, for twentyat last, ended in pines, cypresses and other trees, even and years, I had thought a mere fable." To produce e pleasing deception, many circumstances must cot which are not known to exist in any other situation. sepectator must stand with his back to the east, in s view of the whole bay; beyond which the mountaint elevated place behind the city, that he may command: Messina rise like a wall, and darken the back grounde the picture. The winds must be hushed, the surface qu smooth, the tide at its height, and the waters pressed uph currents to a great elevation in the middle of the cha the eastern hills behind the Reggio, and rises high ea All these events coinciding, as soon as the sun surm

And the feet of many were directed towards the place, even towards the churchyard; and they also were afraid. "What shall be done that the evil may cease ?" said they one unto another; and they communed together, and said,-"Let the man of prayers be sent for, that he may exorcise the spirit, and it shall return whence it came, and trouble us no more."

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And he came, even the man of prayers, and on his right hand was he that giveth out the psalms, and sayeth amen; and on his left was he that worketh with the pick-to form an angle of 45 degrees on the water bef axe and spade, and maketh the houses that shall endure even until the end of all things; and they supported his tottering steps, for he was exceedingly old. And he con. jured the spirit to depart in peace, and trouble the sons of men no longer; but to the Red Sea fled it not, neither did it obey him, nor hearken unto his voice. Now, when the people beheld this, they were sore troubled, and they said, "Lo, it feareth not the holy man, neither will it obey him," and many fainted, and the breath of midnight was not as the fragrant breezes of Arabia, neither was it charged with pleasant spices, or the odour of flowers.

city, every object existing or moving at Reggio will peated a thousand-fold upon this marine looking which, by its tremulous motion, is in a manner cut day advances, and the stream carries down the Each image will pass rapidly off in successiocat which it appeared. Thus the parts of this moving pie will vanish in the twinkling of an eye. Sometimes the is at that moment so impregnated with vapours, and und turbed by winds, as to reflect objects in a kind of screen, rising about thirty feet above the level of the In cloudy heavy weather they are drawn on the surfac the water, bordered with fine prismatical colours.

MR. MOSCHELES.

We are enabled, by the attention of a correspondent give some instances of the extraordinary talents of great musician as an improvisatore in his art, which think may be interesting to our readers. Walter Scott a few days ago, when the conversation Mr. and Mrs. Moscheles were breakfasting with upon the music of the Highlands. Sir Walter quoted fine old gathering, "Pibroch O'Donald Dhu," a one of the boldest and most spirited of its martial and requested a gentleman present to endeavour t His guest complied as he best could, though, no dead, hibit as a vocalist before one of the first musicia rope. However, he contrived to sing the air Walter's Tyrtaan verses, in such a manner as take the great pianist understand and relish it; and, after rep it once or twice at his request, the subject was d On adjourning to the drawing-room, the mus down to the piano-forte; and, after a few prefatory r ments, the company were astonished and delighted, the soul-stirring Highland melody burst forth wild force and fury! It was, perhaps, never played d the head of the clan before battle with more passits energy. The mode of treating it was unspeakably Now, the full roar of hostile conflict pealing forth-at wild wailings arose, significant of woe and deaththe rapid mustering of friends and foes to the resu now, kindred airs, though different, indicated the ap who had never heard the melody but once, and wh of other clans to the battle field. In short, the m previously almost a stranger to the very existence bold race whose energies it spoke, exhibited the w of Highland melody throughout all its varying stra and emotions, as if he had learned, from infancy,

Yea, reader! 'twas at the solemn hour when superstition lieth awake, to fashion the images which keep the hand of slumber from her eyelids, when she shutteth not her ears to the voice of the death-watch within, nor to the owl's shriek, or to the croak or the raven, without. In the country, the wind was heard communing with the "Where is this thing?" cried a worker of iron, in guardian of the forest, or the spirit of the lake, and their voices, united with the plaintive cries of birds that shun whom the spirit of drink was strong; "where is this the day, as they fell upon the ear of the lone and melan-thing, that I may smite it, even to the earth ?” He trembled not, neither was he afraid, for the spirit, choly one, added to the solemnity of his musings. In the city, the walks of men were deserted, and no voice even the spirit of whiskey, supported him before the spirit was heard, save that of sleep, which came from the box of darkness, and he walked boldly up, and he smote it so of every guardian of the night; when, roused by the that it fell to the ground, and, behold, it was an exceed peal which issued from the lonely tower, a Charley sallied ingly large turnip! The hand of mischief had hollowed forth to pace his beat, and then return to sleep again. it, and within the cavity had placed fire; it was sup- little embarrassed at being called upon so sudden Thus shalt thou do," said Hope unto him ;-but Hope, ported upon a pole, round which a sheet from the bed was is she not a deceiver, and are not her tales the tales of thrown, and this it was that made the multitude afraid. flattery, in which the truth is not? Strong was he in And, behold, as the spectre fell, from one part, yea, from heart and limb, neither did he fear the arm of flesh; but a corner of the churchyard, there arose a sound as it were the spirits of the air, and of the earth, and of the deep of the laughter of boys; and some said, "Behold the sea, these feared he. Of the lamp-post he said, "Lo! it children of mischief! this is their handy work;" but the is a spirit!" and of the shadow of the gate, he exclaimed, boys fled, and they were seen no more. Behold! it is a ghost!" and his heart shook within Now the multitude were exceedingly ashamed, because him exceedingly. And when he came to the place where of their foolishness, and they departed to their homes, lie those who sleep the sleep of death, even to the church- holding down their heads, when those who mocked them yard, there stood before him a thing of fear; it was clad in garments of white, and its head was terrible to look upon, for its teeth were as the teeth of a harrow; the eyes thereof were eyes of fire, and from the mouth and nostrils thereof there issued flame. Now, when the man of watch and slumber beheld this thing that was before him, the hand of terror pressed heavily upon him; his heart smote his ribs, his knees trembled beneath him; his mouth was as the mouth of a cavern which shutteth not, neither is it closed; and the hair of his head arose, even until the hat which covered the same covered it no This is a very remarkable aëtiał phenomenon, which is longer, but fell to the earth; and his staff, and his lan-sometimes observed from the harbour of Messina and adtern, yea, even he himself, fell likewise to the ground, jacent places, at a certain height in the atmosphere. The and great was the downfall thereof. And he was alone with the spirit; but, behold, his lungs sent forth a loud cry of horror, and the sound thereof reached the ears of the brethren of the cloth, and they arose, and hastened to learn whence the sound came, and wherefore it dis. turbed the watchers of the night, and broke their slumbers. Now they were a score, save one; and he that lay upon the ground, in his fear, and savoured of things that delight not the nostrils,-he made up the score. And,

cried "Ha! ha!" And the watchers of the night, they
also returned, each to his box, and peace and slumber
resumed their dominion, so that nothing was heard save
the snore of the Charleys, or, perchance, the hiccup of a
drunken man, or the reckless laughter of the daughter of

sin!

kliscellanics.

THE FATA MORGANA.

the harp with Ossian, and burnt and wept all his r the children of the mist and the desert. It was c that the great harmonist felt in whose presence he forming; and it may be well said, that he never hear exerted himself with more devoted skill.

name, which signifies the Fairy Morgan, is derived from When this exquisite display was over, Sir W an opinion of the superstitious Sicilians, that the whole chanced to allude to the effects of the various spectacle is produced by faries, or such like visionary in- sounds which reached his ears, when the evening visible beings. The populace are delighted whenever it was set on the Allied troops in Paris, after the batt appears, and run about the streets shouting for joy, calling Waterloo. Seated on the summit of a small emir every body out to partake of the glorious sight. This near the village of St. Cloud, amidst the calm of a Frenc singular meteor has been described by various authors, but summer's night, he described the mingling sounds, in the first who mentioned it with any degree of precision was distance, of the instruments of almost all the nan Father Angelucci, whose account is thus quoted by Mr. the world, rising in strange and wild harmony aroun Swinburne in his Tour through Sicily:-"On the 18th of producing an effect upon him such as he should August, 1643, as I stood at my window, I was surprised forget. This led to a disquisition upon military muss with a most wonderful delectable vision. The sea that general, and that to a request from Sir Walter, that lo! they were as twenty to one; but they were harmless washes the Sicilian shore swelled up, and became, for ten Moscheles would indulge the company with some 3 old men, of whom the thief said "I will not fear them;" miles in length, like a chain of dark mountains; while the martial airs of the Continent. He immediately a and the thing that was before them, did it not seem as waters near our Calabrian coast grew quite smooth, and, in modestly saying that he knew very many of them, it were a spirit from the abodes of darkness, whence an instant, appeared as one clear polished mirror, reclining had been often employed in their composition by the nothing good can come? Yea, and they were much against the ridge. On this glass was depicted, in chairo-peror of Austria. He sat down again, accordingly, to troubled, and the hand of fear was heavy upon them, so Se scuro, a string of several thousand of pilasters, all equal in instrument, and produced the most admirable melange f that they fled, and cried—“A ghost! a ghost! behold, moment they lost half their height, and bent into arcades, of the airs his auditors knew; many they heard for the it is a ghost!" And their shouts awoke those who slept, jike Roman aqueducts. A long cornice was next formed time; but the wonderful facility and grace with which if

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ranged and combined them-passing through more than able variety of keys and measures, yet ever mainone uniform tone of high martial feeling-excited e poundest admiration. They all agreed, that though had often heard before what were termed extempore tass, yet the real bard-like spirit, which alone gives et such efforts of improvisation, they then listened to thirst time.-Edinburgh paper.

Chage of Air.—An old gentleman who wore a wig, ring another that his physician had advised a change aiz. Truly," said the other, "I am of the same , for the wig you have on is scarcely fit to be

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Mr. Justice Park. This well-meaning, but particularly prosing Judge, on one of his country circuits, had to try a man for stealing a quantity of copper. In his

charge, Mr. Justice Park had frequent occasion to mention the copper," which he uniformly called "lead," adding, "I beg your pardon, gentlemen-copper; but I can't get the lead out of my head!" At this candid confession the whole court shouted with laughter.

Shortness of the Days.-A few days ago, a family in Salford was visited by a Patlander, soliciting charity, to assist him, as he said, in burying his child, which had died about a week ago. On being asked by the master of the house why he kept the child so long unburied,"Och, sure," replied Paddy, "there's no hurry about it, your honour, for the days are so short, it will keep a week longer!"

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RESULTS OF THE WEATHER,

From Diurnal Observations made in Plymouth Grove, Chorlton-row, near Manchester, in the year 1827,

BY THOMAS HANSON, SURGEON.

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@annual mean of the barometer is 29.68 inches; the Prevailing winds-South-west and west. monthly mean was in July, and the lowest in The commencement of the past year was marked by an h; the highest point attained in the course of the extraordinary depression of temperature; the maximum was 30.50, on the 28th of December; and the low- on the 1st of January was 52 deg.; strong north-east and 3.35, on the 18th of March. Difference of the ex- north-west winds, with copious fall of snow followed, 8,2,15 inches. Mean of the six summer months, which gradually lowered the thermometer: and at seven mean of the six winter months, 29.62. Spaces o'clock in the morning of the 4th, (see a more full account bed, measured from the curves, formed from the in the 7th Volume of the Kaleidoscope, page 250,) it in. daily pressure, 514 inches; number of changes, 112. dicated the unprecedented degree of cold-of four under greatest oscillations were in March, January, and zero, or 36 deg. below freezing, making a diminution of ber; and the least in September and April. 56 deg. in four days. In as many days it had regained an annual temperature, 47 deg 9 min.; the highest nearly what it had lost; for, on the Sth, the highest tembly mean was in August and June; and the lowest in perature of the day was 51 degrees.-Rain now commary. Mean of the first three months, 35 deg. 8 min. ;menced, and continued, at intervals, to the end of the three months, 52 deg. 3 min.; third three months, g. 8 min. ; fourth three months, 45 deg. 4 min. Of ix summer months, 55 deg.; six winter months, g. 6 min. Highest temperature for the year, 80 deg., occurred on the 29th of July; lowest, four under Or 36 deg. under freezing, on the 4th of January; #nce of the extremes, 84 deg.,-besides the extrabary cold which occurred in January, the night therDer er indicated a cold of 16 deg., or 16 deg. below ting on the 30th of December.

be fall of rain for the year is nearly 32 inches in th; number of rainy days, 143; the greatest fall in one month was in March, 5 inches; and the least in bruary, which measured nearly an inch. During the it three months there fell 8.565 inches; second three inths, 4 110; third three months, 7.790: fourth three onths, 11.760 inches.

month.

During the first three months of the year the barometer showed some great oscillations, particularly in the month of March, which was very wet, and mild of temperature. Upwards of five inches of rain fell in 24 days. April was noted for great changes of temperature, but little rain, and small movements of the barometer: on the 26th, in the morning, the cold was 6 deg. under freezing; and on the 29th, in the afternoon, so high as 75 deg.,-being a difference of 49 deg. We had some cold weather early in May; for, from the 7th to the 11th the nightly tempera ture was under freezing. The hottest day in the year was on the 29th of July, which was 80 deg.; the mean for the month was 60 deg.,-which was the highest monthly mean for the year. Nothing further remarkable occurred in either temperature or pressure, till November and December: on the 12th of November the maximum heat of

the day was 58 deg. ; but on the 24th the minimum of the day was lowered to 12 deg.,-being a difference of 46 deg. in thirteen days.

If we compare the temperature of the past with that of the present year, the following differences may be noted:the mean temperature of the first three months of 1827 was 3 deg. 45 min. above the corresponding months of 1826; but the second three months of 1826 were 2 deg. warmer than April, May, and June last; again, July, August, and September, 1827, were 2 deg. warmer than the corresponding months of 1826; and the same difference marked the last three months of the past year.

Upon the whole, the past summer was colder than the summer of 1826 by two degrees, which may have been occasioned by a more clouded atmosphere, in consequence of a greater fall of rain. Although the annual quantity which fell in 1827 is about 12 inches more than what fell in 1826, yet it is short of a general average about 2 inches.

I have been looking over the last twelve months' numbers of the Kaleidoscope, for the purpose of collecting from the weekly tables of the weather the monthly results, being desirous of comparing the two places of observations; but I have sought in vain. I wish your weather correspondent would take the trouble of giving to the public his annual results, at the end of each year. From his weekly report, I can only glean partial results for six months of 1827: those for February, May, July, September, October, and November, are omitted.

Plymouth Grove, January 18, 1828.

J. H.

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Correspondence.

STEAM CARRIAGES ON COMMON ROADS.

TO THE EDITOR.

Fashions for February.

EVENING DRESS-A dress of black velvet, or of lace, over black satin, trimmed at the border with two flounce ornaments, en jabots, each jabot edged by a quilling of tulle or blond. Corsage of black velvet, ornamented in SIR,-I have perused, with some astonishment, the com- and à la Perse, trimmed at the extremity with broad black the Sevigne style, though not with drapery. Sleeves short, munication of T. B., inserted in your last Kaleidoscope, blond, of a rich pattern; of this trimming there are but and, as an answer may be expected from me, as a sup-two rows. Small beret-turban of tulle, with slight puffs porter of Mr. Bruges' theory, I am induced now to lay it before the public, in the firm hope that it will receive their approbation.

of velvet and satin, with two black esprits, one on each
side; a long loop of black satin riband depends from the.
left side of the head. Jet ear pendants and neck-lace,
with bracelets of the same, lightly and elegantly set, in a
kind of zig-zag.

Your correspondent asserts an admission by Mr. Bruges -that steam-carriages have run on common-roads; and BALL DRESS-A dress of tulle over white satin, an immediately subsequent attempt to prove the contrary. trimmed at the border with two rows of puffs, over which If Mr. T. B. had but attentively perused my communi- Each puff is confined by a bouquet of convolvoluses, with are narrow rouleaux of amber satin placed across, in bias. cation, he would have spared me the trouble of setting amber or gold foliage; and up the skirt, on the left side, him right on this point; for, he would have perceived, so as to be seen in front, are three detached, similar bouthat it was not Mr. Bruges' intention to disprove the fact quets. The corsage is of white satin, with a drapery of of steam-carriages having travelled on roads which were tulle across the bust, à la Sevigne. This is fastened in the so constructed as not to yield to the pressure of a steam-in gold, à l'antique, from whence depend three pear pearls centre with a splendid brooch, consisting of a sapphire set carriage-but the impracticability of their being propelled of equal size, and the finest water. The sleeves are short, on any other than such unyielding roads: nor is it true and of a novel and unique kind; the front, and principal that Mr. Bruges admitted, in his problem, that steam-part are of white satin; over them are ornaments, forming carriages have run on common roads, though your corres- these are of tulle, edged round with gold or amber satin; a portion of the sleeve, and representing a heart, sideways; pondent is pleased to term such supposed admission the wings à la Zephire, surmount the sleeves, and are of fine commencement of the problem. The impossibility of a blond. A bouquet of convolvoluses is placed very high steam-carriage travelling on a road of common construc- on the left side of the bust next the shoulder: the hair is tion, which, in my opinion, is clearly demonstrated in Mr. arranged in full clusters of curls on each side of the face, and short at the ears. Bruges' problem,-your correspondent denies (very sen- encircles the hair; at the base of which, next the forehead, An antique regal ornament of gold sibly, I acknowledge) by assertion; altogether declining is a bandeau of sapphires set in gold. Two short, curled to exhaust, as he expresses it, the patience of your readers feathers, one white, the other celestial blue, play graceby supporting his assertion by lines and angles. Perhaps fully over the right side; on the left is one white feather Mr. T. B. is right there; for, if he had attempted to con- drooping towards the left shoulder, but not coming lower tradict Mr. Bruges, by "lines and angles," I fear he would than the tip of the ear. The ear-rings are of pearls, and the necklace composed of three rows of large pearls, with have employed his time to no purpose; and would, no three pear pearls depending from the centre, corresponddoubt, considerably have exhausted your readers' time, ing with those of the brooch at the bust. Coronet braceand very much perplexed them before they could have lets of gold finely chased, and fastened with a sapphire discovered the truth of his problem. brooch, are worn over the gloves. The fan is tulle, richly ornamented with silver: the shoes white satin.

I doubt not that Mr. Bruges is well acquainted with the construction of steam-carriages; and, I will venture to say, that he knows that nearly all steam-carriages have double cylinders, with the cranks at right angles; but I question if he is not at a loss to discover, as I am, how this can affect his problem.

GENERAL OBSERVATION.-The most approved colours are scarlet, etherial blue, pink, amber, forester-green, and Portuguese military blue.

The Housewife.

Mode of keeping Apples. It seems not to be generally In order to answer the last part of your correspondent's known, that apples may be kept the whole year round by note, it is necessary that I should extract from it the few fol- being immersed in corn, which receives no injury from lowing words: The next assumption is, that the roads their contact. If the American apples were packed among are constructed of yielding materials; and so they un-In Portugal it is customary to have a small ledge in every grain, they would arrive here in much finer condition. doubtedly are, when newly made; but in his reasoning," apartment, (immediately under the cornice,) barely wide meaning Mr. Bruges'," he assumes the line S T, or the enough to hold an apple; in this way the ceilings are obstacle T S, to be unyielding, which statement cannot fringed with fruit, which are not easily got at without a be correct, as the road is made of the same materials." ladder, while one glance of the eye serves to show if any depredations have been committed.

In a former part of his note, Mr. T. B. talked of the mathematics having run mad; but, judging from the above specimen, if Mr. T. B. is not running, I fear he is walking, very fast to the goal which he supposes the mathematics to have reached; for I presume it to be very evident, that the generality of roads cannot, in some parts, though they may in others, sustain the very heavy weight of a steam-carriage without being affected by its pressure; and the carriage having once sunk, how plain it is that its progress must be stopped by the resisting force formed by the sinking of the wheel. When a road is repaired, (for it must needs some time be repaired,) I consider it impossible for a steam carriage to travel on it; for the wheel will most certainly sink to a very great depth when being propelled on the part repaired, and the resisting power will be greater.

I conclude by expressing my opinion, that Mr. T. B. is unable to support his assertions by suitable theory, and that his endeavours to confute Mr. Bruges' problem are, as yet, unsuccessful.

I trust you will insert this in your Kaleidoscope, and so oblige-Yours, &c. S. J.

Springfield, February 1, 1828.

Method of increasing the odour of Roses. For this purpose, according to the author of the method, a large onion is to be planted by the side of the rose tree in such a manner that it shall touch the foot of the latter. The roses which will be produced will have an odour much stronger, and more agreeable, than such as have not been thus treated; and the water distilled from these roses is equally superior to that prepared by means of ordinary rose leaves. Cure for Ringworm.-A gentleman residing in the East Indies, much afflicted with the ringworm, states, that after trying all the remedies recommended by every class topical application of castor oil, which was recommended of practitioners, he experienced immediate relief from the by a Parsee boy in his service.

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To Correspondents. HORE HIBERNICE, No. V. has been received,

paring for publication in our next.

ALBERT AND GERALDINE shall have a place in our e

length alone precluded its insertion this week, as it reach us until the Friday, a day previous to whic rangements for the week's Kaleidoscope are, gener far settled to admit of any communication occupy or three columns. J. B. need not put himself in fut FIRESIDE AMUSEMENT.-As we have, for the season, cond the expense of postage, which we will readily deftar, department of our journal, we must reserve, for opportunity, several communications lately received

H.

W. J. will find the piece with which he has favoured f the next Kaleidoscope; and the erratum pointed oi be attended to.

MUSIC.-We are almost confident that a corresponden taken; but we will examine the file of the publ luded to.

THE FRENCH VERSION OF GRAY'S ELEGY, which mised several weeks ago, will be found in a page. It has been repeatedly inquired for since the for its appearance was given. Its length has oblig subject some other communications to a tempo ponement.

THE ATHENEUM.-We have, this week, selected from th

and valuable publication, an interesting story; and pose occasionally to enrich our miscellany with s from the same periodical.

PATENTS.-The monthly list of patents is so unusualy Ja

that we have been obliged to postpone it until next w METEOROLOGICAL RESULT OF THE YEAR 1827.—The c

and elaborate table of Mr. Hanson, which occupies whole page of our present number, will prove interes to the scientific reader. Next week we shall inst

substance of Mr. H.'s note.

THE WATCHMAN.-The communication of S. S. is not
presume, what it professes to be. Our correspondent
Charley, or we are very much mistaken.
THE ELDER POETS.-No. X. shall appear next week.
W. R., of Manchester, will find his commission attended
We have further to acknowledge the communications of
B.-E. B.—R. O. J.-J. M.-Quidam-T. R. K.-D. S.
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