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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.
SORROW'S ADDRESS TO THE Still softeu wretchedness and pain; * POPPY.
Still give those dreamy hours,
That seem like health returp'd again,
Thou best of Nature's flow'rs!
A FRAGMENT. The best of all the year.
Slow in the eastern sky, the orb of day Farewell to ev'ry other gem
His ruddy tints disclos'd. Anon his beams, That blooms in summer's hour!
In sportive mood, dauc'd in the crystal I court a weed, whose rougher stem Yet bears a brilliant flow'r.
With lightsome hearts Neptune's rude sons To thee, red poppy, now I pay A willing bosom's theme;
Their daily task. The balmy breeze of morn For thou hast sooth'd my sickly day
Distends her sails, and through the liquid With many a happy dream:
The stately ship pursues her trackless course, Hast stol'n away the canker grief, And bid those moments cease,
Inspiring hope, that lights the youthful breast That seem's too sad to hope relief,
(And e'en illumes the languid eye of age),
Cheer'd the gay crew. Till thou didst bring me peace.
The fragrant breath
of spring, E'en pain before thy pow'r has fled;
That swept o'er flow'ry mead, o'er blossom’d The eye, unclos'd before,
spray, Has shut in sleep, so deep and dead,
And gardens rich in Nature's choicest sweets, As though 'twould wake no more.
Dispens'd its odours to the ravish'd sense. These are thy potent charmful pow'rs ; Above, the azure canopy of heav'n, for these I love thee then,
Whose bright serenity po vapour dimm'dThou worst of weeds, thou best of flow'rs- Below, the rippling waters, that appear'd Thou foe and friend of meu.
With gentle care the vessel to support, For though thy soothings are divine,
As a fond mother clasps her lovely babe, When man but seeks thy use,
Foretold a speedy issue of their hopes.
Far greater joy Yet sometimes madness may incline To deep and dire abuse.
Inspir’d their souls than spring or youth can
yield. His own, or else another's life,
They sought their native land. Thro' years Before thy pow'r may fall:
of toil Murd'rous, or suicidal strife,
The thoughts of those they lov'd, whose arFor punishment must call. Yet the great good thou dost, bright weed, Were breath'd alone for them, made labour Is more than all thy harı:
light. Hail then, red poppy! take thy meed; Delightful thought, on which the adventurer I own thy pow'rful charm.
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 their own blue In Afric's torrid zone.
cliffs 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
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'dThe 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’d some human form ashore. Re.echo : so with vengeful fury fraught The once-lov'd features of an only son The tempest-winds arose to agitate
Parenis recall'd, though time had wrought a The bosom of the deep. The mountain wave
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'd 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
Some could not weep. 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. Witk 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 stern,
Cours'd down her cheeks. She look'd around With horrid imprecations curs'd the hoar
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'd-, Deceitful 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,
THE THIR D SERI E S.
May 1, 1824.
PAGE • 1. View or WANSTEAD-House, LATE THE SEAT OF W. P. T. LONG WELLESLEY, Esq.
249 2. DELAFORD PARK, THE SEAT or C. Clowes, Esq.
251 3. LADIES' MORNING Dress
S08 DINNER Dress 5. ASTRONOMICAL CLOCK
309 6. MUSLIN PATTERN.
Severs's“ How all is still around me". ib. VIEWS OF COUNTRY SEATS.--Wanstead.
MORALT's Divertimento for the PianoHouse, late the seat of William Pole
289 TILNLY LONG WELLESLEY, Esq. . . 249
Ries's' Rondo on Bishop's Air “When in Delaford Park, the Seat of C. Clowes,
PARRY'S " A lorer's eyes can gaze an caA Lesson for Fathers
290 The Frolicsome Duke
“ Only love, my lure, the more” ib. The Loiterer in Paris. No. VIII 258
KIALI MARR's ** Isabel"
ib. Description of the Slochd Aliriman, or
Rawanni's Divertimento the Nursing Cave, commonly called
291 the Spar Cave, in the Isle of Sky.
Ilarnis's " My bonnie bark"
262 Madalena, or the Consequences of Elope..
FINE ARTS, ment (concluded)
Mr. BULLOCK's Collections illustrative Some Particulars of LUDWIG VON Beet.
of Ancient and Modern Mexico 291 HOVEN, the celebrated Musical Compo
Mr. Cooki's Exhibition of Drawings 299 268 Society of British Artists
304 Martha the Gipsy: From “ Sayings and
307 Doings," attributed to Mr. THEODORE Ноок
FASHIONS. The Hen-pecked Author
. 276 The Confessions of a Rambler NU. VIII. 278
LONDON FasuloxS. Ladics' Morning Remarkable Instance of Religious Into
308 lerance in the Seventeenth Century 282
Ladies' Dinner Dress
ib. MUSICAL REVIEW.
FASHIONABLE FURNITURE, -Astronomical
309 De Pinna's British and Foreign Popular Airs.
INTELLIGENCE, CUTLER'S “ Aussitôt que la lumières 287
LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC 310 " Mary,” a Song
ib. .“ Sweet Elleu, the Maid of the
To the River Lea
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