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Of nearly two hundred species of birds, mass of materials, assembled by the prothe greater number are undescribed. Of prietor in so short a space of time, suffithe fishes of Mexico and its coast, Mr. ciently attests the enterprising spirit and Bullock's caialogue embraces between || industry of our countryman; and cannot two and three hundred species. It is to fail to afford equal gratification to the be regretted, that several living animals, lounger in search of amusement, and to new or little known in Europe, have not the man of science desirous of obtaining borne our climate. A cabinet of minerals more intimate knowledge respecting a completes the collections belonging to the country of which we are still in a state of different kingdoms of nature. This vast " comparative ignorance.

Poetry.

Still softeu wretchedness and pain;

Still give those dreamy hours,
That seem like health returo'd again,

Thou best of Nature's flow'rs!

SORROW'S ADDRESS TO THE

* POPPY.

By J. M. Lacey.
Farewell, bright rose! thy charms no more

To this sad breast are dear;
Though once I thought thy lovely flow'r

The best of all the year.
Farewell to ev'ry other gem

That blooms in summer's hour!
I court a weed, whose rougher stem

Yet bears a brilliant flow'r.
To thee, red poppy, now I pay

A willing bosoin's theme;
For thou hast sooth'd my sickly day

With many a happy dream:
Hast stol'n away the canker grief,

And bid those moments cease, That seem'd too sad to hope relief,

Till thou didst bring me peace.
E'en pain before thy pow'r has filed;

The eye, unclos'd before,
Has shut in sleep, so deep and dead,

As though 'twould wake no more.
These are thy potent charmful pow'rs;

for these I love thee then,
Thou worst of weeds, thou best of flow'rs-

Thou foe and friend of meu.
For though thy soothings are divine,

When man but seeks thy use,
Yet sometimes madness may incline

To deep and dire abuse.
His own, or else another's life,

Before thy pow'r may fall:
Murd'rous, or suicidal strife,

For punishment must call.
Yet the great good thou dost, bright weed,

Is more than all thy harm:
Hail then, red poppy! take thy meed;

I own thy pow'rsul charm.

THE STORM:

A FRAGMENT.
Slow in the eastern sky, the orb of day
His ruddy tints disclos’d. Anon bis beams,
In sportive mood, danc'd in the crystal

wave.
With lightsome hearts Neptune's rude sons

commence Their daily task. The balmy breeze of morn Distends her sails, and through the liquid

plain The stately ship pursues her trackless course. Inspiring hope, that lights the youthful breast (And e'en illumes the languid eye of age), Cheer'd the gay crew. The fragrant breath

of spring,
That swept o'er Aow'ry mead, o'er blossom’d

spray,
And gardens rich in Nature's choicest sweets,
Dispens'd its odours to the ravish'd sense.
Above, the azure canopy of heav'n,
Whose bright serenity po vapour dimm'd-
Below, the rippling waters, that appear'd
With gentle care the vessel to support,
As a fond mother clasps her lovely babe,
Foretold a speedy issue of their hopes.

Far greater joy
Inspir’d their souls than spring or youth can

yield. They sought their native land. Thro' years

of toil The thoughts of those they lov’d, whose ar

dent prayers Were breath'd alone for them, made labour

light. Delightful thought, on which the adventurer

feeds,

morn

Who braves the horrors of the rugged north, | Not one escapes to tell their wretched lot. Or pants beneath the sun's meridian ray, Ill-fated souls! scarce had tbeir own blue In Afric's torrid zone.

cliff's A dark’ning speck Welcom'd their earnest gaze. So near their Now veil'd the horizon-larger it became

homes, Darker it grew-it spread, o'ershadowing Where many, many days they fondly deem'd The beautiful blue sky. A murmuring Of happiness and joy were yet in store, Came on the wind-a piercing cry was heard, To perish thus! Night clos'd the scene-the The storm - bird's scream-utter'd as if to warn

Saw fathers, mothers, wives, with hurried The mariners of danger near at hand.

step The oldest seaman, nurs'd in peril's lap, And dread suspense, traverse the sandy Could not anticipate, without dismay,

beach. The coming night. Sure omens of a storm- The storm had ceas'd-its dire effects apA fearful storm-in terror they beheld.

pear'da The breeze increas'd-anon it died away. The shatter'd fragments of the luckless ship, A deathlike silence reign'd. As in array

The pallid corses of her hapless crew, Two hostile armies meet-a pause ensues- Bestrew'd the calmer surface of the deep. Now the fierce onset the adjacent hills Each wave impell'l some human form asliore. Re.echo: so with vengeful fury fraught The once-lov'd features of an oply son The tempest-winds arose to agitate

Parents recall'd, though time had wrought a The bosom of the deep. The mountain waves

change. Now bore the vessel to the clouds, and now Wives sought their husbands, children sought She headlong sinks. A frightful gulf beneath

their sires, Yawns to receive her. Darkness reign's Maidens their lovers. Grief alone was seen around :

In various shapes. Some wrung their hands, The foaming billows, with a desperate sweep, Some tore their hair, while some with frenzy Rush o'er the deck. At length the murky

ravil clouds

Some could not reep. The sweetest mourner Discharge the pitiless torrent. All aghast,

there, The wretched crew, mute, motionless, survey Beside a youthful corse poor Mary knelt. At intervals, when the red lightning's glare She press'd his clay-cold hand. Awhile her Illumes the horrid scene, impending death!

heart, Despair sat on each brow. With folded arms, In silent sorrow wrapt, knew no relief. Some ventur’d to address a prayer to heav'n, The fount of grief at length dissolv'd; the Who never pray'd before ; while some, more

tears stern,

Cours'd down her cheeks. She look'd around With horrid imprecations curs'd the hoor

amaz'd, That gave them birth, The clam'rous gale | To find that misery reign’d in other hearts but mock'd

Desolate as her own. “Now am I left Their idle lamentations. Yet once more In the wide world without one friend!” she The signal-gun was heard-a last essay

cried. Life is still dear while hope of life remains: A smiling cherub on her breast repos'dDeceitful hope! cloth'd like the queen of A lovely boy, too young to know his loss : flow'rs

Waking, he stretch'd to her his little hand; In beautiful attire, a deadly thorn

The smile of innocence illum'd his face. Lurks 'neath its sweets. Amid the fearful " Alone, said 1? No, no; while thou art strife

left, Of battling elements, no pitying hand Dear image of thy sire, to bless my sight, Is stretch'd to save. Sudden the cries of death For thee I'll live. I am a mother still!” Are hush'd! 'Tis O'er! they sleep a peaceful

W. S. sleep.

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ARTS, LITERATURE, FASHIONS,

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Vol. III.

May 1, 1824.

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EMBELLISHMENTS.

PAGE 1. View OP. WANSTEAD-HousP, LATE THE SEAT OF W. P. T. LONG WELLESLEY, Esq.

249 2. DELAFORD PARK, THE SEAT OF C. Clowes, Esq.

..251 3. LADIES' MORNING Dress

S08 4, DINNER DRESS

ib. 5. ASTRONOMICAL CLOCK

309 6. MUSLIN PATTERN.

CONTENTS.
PAGE

PAGE
MISCELLANIES.
Vocal Anthology, Part X.

288

Severs'," How all is still around me”. Views Of COUNTRY Seats.--Wanstead.

ib.

MoraLT's Divertimento for the PianoHoase, late the seat of William Pone

forte TILNEY LONG WELLESLEY, Esq. 249

289

Ries's Rondo on Bishop's Air "When in Delaford Park, the Seat of C. CLOWES,

disgrace" Esq. 251

ib.

PARRY'S “ A lover's eyes can gaze an caA Lesson for Fathers

ib. The Frolicsome Duke

gle blind” . 256

290 The Loiterer in Paris. No. VIII

“ Ouly love, my lure, the more” ib. 258

KIALLMARK's " Isabel" Description of the Slochd Aliriman, or

ib. RAWLINGI'S Divertimento

ill, the Nursing Cave, commonly called

llarnis's " My bumnie bark" the Spar Cave, in the Isle of Sky 262

291 Madalena, or the Consequences of Elope.

FINE ARTS, ment (concluded)

264 Some Particulars of LUDWIG VON Beet

Mr. BULLOCK's Collections illustrative

of ancient and Modern Mexico 291 HOVEN, the celebrated Musical Compo

208

Mr. Cooka's Exhibition of Drawings 299 Martha the Gipsy: From “ Sayings and

Society of British Artists

304 Grecian Gallery

307 Doings," attributed to Mr. THEODORE Hook

270

FASHIONS. The Hen-pecked Author

276 The Confessions of a Rambler No. VIII. 278 LONDON Fasulons. Ladics' Morning Remarkable Instance of Religious Into

Dress

308 lerance in the Seventeenth Century 282 Ladies' Dinner Dress

ib. MUSICAL REVIEW.

FASHIONABLE FURNITURE.- Astronomical De Pixsa's British and Foreign Popular

Clock

309 Airs.

286

INTELLIGENCE, CUTLER'S “ Aussitôt que la lumière) 287

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC 310 Mary," a Song

ib. .“ Sweet Elleu, the Maid of the

POETRY. Mill” 288 To the River Lea

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