not some sympathy with these feel- | rate in producing harmony and peace, ings; I would not exchange dispo- and gooil-will and kindness, and brositions with him whose breast never therly love and charity, amongst all beat responsive to the throb of friend-God's creatures! Some call this phiship or of love; who can roam losophy; and wrapped up in lofty through the world without contract- || indifference, look down with calm ing any ties of regard or affection, content upon the storins and whirland can live in the midst of society, winds which often agitate the moral and not entertain one kindly feeling as well as the natural world. “ Out towards those individuals with xhom on such philosophy!" hich shuts he comes in contact, and on whom he the breast to the throbbings of senmust in part depend for the many sibility and humanity, to the tender comforts he enjoys. There are such feelings of love, the manly warmth beings, but to the honour of human of friendship, the noble glow of panature they are not numerous; and triotism, and makes man, social man, they are excrescences on the face of an isolated being amongst millions of nature, deviations from that general his species. plan of comprehensive benevolence But enough of digression. Our which runs through the whole scheme | first intention was to have pursued of God's providence: for,

| our journey entirely by land; but “ Look round our world, bebold the chain Mr. Ridley having business at Nor• of love

folk, that determination was altered, Combining all below and all above.

and, in order to give variety to our See plastic Nature working to this end; The single atoms each to other tend,

|| progress, we resolved to proceed Attract, attracted to, the next in place thither on board the good ship RegaForm'd and impelled its neighbour to em- lia, commanded by Captain Horace brace.

|| Wellbeloved, a friend of Mr. Ridley's, See matter next, with various lile endued,

who was taking in a cargo at AlexPress to one centre still, the general good. See dying vegetables life sustain,

| andria for Liverpool. At that place See life dissolving vegetate again:

we bade adieu to our friends. Mr. All forms that perish other formis supply,

and Mrs. Mortimer and the Misses (By turns we catch the vital breath and dic;) || Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,

Fitzherberts accompanied us, to the They rise, they break, and to that sea re- | wharf,where we embarked; and whilst turn.

the men were busily employed in Nothing is foreign, parts relate to whole;

getting the vessel under weigh, they One all-extending, all-preserving soul Connects each being, greatest with the least;

ise: kept their stations; and as she scudMade beast in aid of man, and man of ded down the noble Potowmac with beast;

a favouring breeze, we could see All serv'd, all serving; nothing stands them still waving their hands in token

alone; The chain bolds on, and where it ends un

of farewell, till the distance shut them known."

from our sight, and we How despicable then that dispo- “Who'd heard their voice in every blast, sition which makes every thing cen- Could catch the sound no more." tre in self, and to the gratification Soon after losing sight of Alexanof selfish propensities gives up what i dria, Mount Vernon, the residence “ was meant for mankind,” to be dif- of the late General Washington, apfused through the world, and to ope- il peared in sight. It is common with

travellers to visit this place, and to || ca convinced me, that the country sentimentalize over the residence of had gone back fifty years at least by the man who successfully conducted the war of the rebellion; and that the affairs of America during her opinion is not weakened by the rapid struggles for independence. We did | stride the States have since made in not follow the example; none of us population and in wealth. To Engfelt any sympathy in the fortunes of land their independence was a posione whom we looked upon as nothing tive saving, to them it was a loss; for more than a successful rebel; who every expense which England bore raised his hand against the king, || previous to that period now fell upon whose bread he had eaten, and to themselves; and though our demawhom he had sworn allegiance; and gogues here prate about the cheap who would have been made amena Il government of America, they who ble to the offended laws of his coun live under it find it dear enough, and try, if the fortune of war had thrown its expenses are still increasing. The him into the hands of our troops. I great charm of it is, that by the maYet, though Englishmen should feel | chinery of republicanism giving apno admiration for thecharacter or con || parently so much weight to the poduct of Washington, Americans, for pular voice, the people are persuadwhom he did so much, ought to holded they govern themselves: whereas, his memory in reverence. But this in fact, they have not half so much is by no means generally the case; influence as the inhabitants of our and by many his principles and per happy land, either in the choice of son are held almost in abhorrence. governors, or in the dictating of meaIt was a disgraceful circumstance to sures to their rulers. Liberty in Amethe renegade who was guilty of it: rica, to use rather a coarse but exyet it was a striking mark of retribu-pressive word, is all humbug, as mative justice to him who had been the || ny an unhappy wight has found to chief agent of achieving the inde his cost; and he has cursed the folpendence of our revolted colonies, ly which induced him to expatriate that his death should be welcom- himself, and dwelt with bitter agoed as the deliverance of the coun ny upon the recollection of that land, try, and hailed with the Io Pæans || where, of faction. This was literally the

" Exalted as the cope case. In the “ Philadelphia Au That swells immense o'er many - peopled rora,” a paper edited by an Irishman

earth, of the name of Duane, an article ap- || And like it free, a fabric stands complete,

The palace of the laws. To the four heapeared, congratulating the country on the death of Washington; to which Pour gates impartial thrown, unceasing the scoundrel writer impiously pre

crowds, fixed the exclamation of pious Si. With kings themselves the hearty peasant

mix'd, mon when he saw the Saviour pre

Pour urgent in. And though to different sented in the temple: “ Lord, now

ranks lettest thou thy servant depart in Responsive place belongs, yet equal spreads peace. for mine eves have seen thy || The sheltering roof o'er all; while plenty

flows, salvation."

And glad contentment echoes round the Every thing that I saw in Ameri- ||| whole!

vens

Here may the floods descend, the fierce | to George III. (who then filled the winds blow!

ll throne of England), and confusion Nor outward tempest, nor corrosive time, Nought but the felon undermining band

to his enemies. Of dark corruption can its frame dissolve, In our passage down the PotowAnd lay the tuil of ages in the dust." mac nothing occurred worth relating,

Mount Vernon is only a mean- and we reached Norfolk without any looking white house, situated on a accident. We found that town neirising ground, which commands a ther so clean nor so comfortable as fine view of the Potowmac and the either Alexandria or Washington. opposite shores of Maryland. A It rained nearly the whole time we gun was fired from the grounds as were there, and as only few of the we passed, which was answered by streets were paved, there was no one from the ship, and we pursued getting about without being up to our way, singing “ God save the the knees nearly in mud. We found King," which was chorussed by the no difficulty, however, in getting comcrew; to whom the captain, at Mr. fortable lodging, and spent the few Ridley's and my request, served out days we remained there very agree. an extra allowance of grog, that they ably.

A RAMBLER. might drink long life and prosperity |

THE LITERARY COTERIE.

No. X. “ Thanks, Reginald, for your || Miss Primrose. The illustrative elegant present,” said Miss Prim- || engraving to that piece, by Heath. rose, as I entered the study where from a design by Westall, is quite a my friends were enjoying the feast gem. The calm contemplative asof reason and the flow of soul, on pect of the mother, who is watching our usual night of meeting—"thanks the couch of her sleeping infant, is for The Forget-Me-Not, which is highly characteristic; the lamp in one of the most beautiful little vo- the fore-ground, and the moon gleamlumes I ever saw; and the interest | ing through the oriel window in the of the poems and tales is equal to its back, impart a "dim religious light,” beauty."

suited to the subject; and the counReginald. My friend Mr. Acker-tenances of both the mother and child mann has certainly improved upon are beautifully expressed. his preceding volumes; no easy task | Reginald. The Bridge of Sighs either, I should think. But the let- | at Venice is a very fine print; the ter-press and the engravings are Il perspective is excellent. Woman's unique, whilst the literary contents | Love is a good engraving; but I need not fear a comparison with those think the expression of Amelia Mildof any similar publication. The may's countenance has little which opening poem, A Child's Dream, by appertains to Bernard Barton, the Quaker poet, “ The poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes is a production of great merit. Seem a heart overcharged to express." Vol. VI. No. XXXVI.

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It is rather characteristic of calm re- || But heavy they prest upon her brow,

Like the weight of secret care. signation than of insanity. Contemplation and the Cottage-Door are The gems that bound her forehead high admirable. I also admire the illus

Might have lighted a diadem ;

Yet pale grew her cheek, and dim her eyetration to my friend Harral's spirited

Her heart was not with them : tale of Days of Old. Evening Pray

|| And ever an inward pulse would stir, ers is a gem of purest water; and so

When she saw a spring-flower wave; is Sir Everhard. In this latter en- || But never again did they bloom for her, graving, the devotional attitude of Till they bloomed upon her grave! the fair Isabella, and the cautious she was borne to her grave with purple pall, stealth with which the ruffians are

And scutcheon, and waving plume; emerging from their concealment, are

One followed the saddest one of all

And threw flowers over her tomb. equally well conceived and expressed. The Cottage-Door is a sweetly sim- The following is an exquisite little ple picture of rural life; and the ex- | poem: terior and interior Views of the Pa- THE ISLAND OF ATLANTIS. vilion at Brighton are not only ex

By the Rev. G. CROLY.

lo thou Atlantic, dark and deep, quisite specimens of art, but will be

Thou wilderness of waves, highly valuable. They are reduced where all the tribes of earth might sleep from the large pictures which have In their uncrowded graves ! been engraved for a publication by | The sunbeams on thy bosom wake, Mr. Nash, the king's private archi Yet never light thy gloom; tect. the impressions from which are | The tempests burst, yet never shake limited to two hundred and fifty co

Thy depths, thou mighty tomb! pies, and the plates are to be de

Thou thing of mystery, stern and drear,

Thy secrets who hath told ? stroyed after they are taken off.

The warrior and his sword are there, Thus, the purchasers of this volume The merchant and his gold. are placed in the possession of views,

news, | There lie their myriads in thy pall which can only be obtained by a ve Secure from steel and storm; ry limited number of persons in an- | And he, the feaster on them all, other shape, and that at a much

The cankerworm. greater expense.

|| Yet on this wave the mountaiu's brow Mrs. Primrose. Come, Reginald,

Once glowed in morning beam;

And, like an arrow from the bow, read us something from the volume

Out sprang the stream; you are so highly praising, and I will

And on its bank the olive grove, listen with mute attention.

And the peach's luxury, Reginald. Willingly. And as I || And the damask rose—the nightbird's loreknow that you are a warm admirer of Perfumed the sky. Miss Landon, I will begin with a || Where art thou, proud Atlantis, vow? short poem by that lady:

Where are thy bright and brave?

Priest, people, warriors' living fow?
THE CHOICE.

Look on that wave!
Now take thy choice, thou maiden fair, | Crime deepened on the recreant land,
Of the gifts thy lovers bring;

Long guilty, long forgiven;
The one has brought thee jewels rare, There power upreared the bloody hand,
The other flowers of spring.

There scoff'd at heaven. The maidea watch'd the rubies glow, The word went forth--the word of woeAnd wreath'd them in her hair ;

The judgmeirt thunders peal'd;

The fiery carthquake blazed below;

Her parched lip no utt'rance gave, Its doom was sealed.

Her tongue was silent as the grave, Now on its halls of ivory

Until we parted." Be thy lot Lie giant weed and ocean slime,

Whate'er it may, forget me not!" Burying from man's and angel's eye

Was all she sigh’d. Oft on the main The land of crime.

Her last words flash'd across my brain.

And I have cross'd the boundless ocean, I will conclude with reading two Where storms arise in wild commotion, more pieces, which also possess con And where the mountain billows driven siderable merit:

Wage war against the stars of heaven:

Yet still escaped the lightning's flash, THE VILLAGE MATRON'S EVENING

Aud brav'd in vain the sea-storm's crash,
SONG.

To see the fairest forin of earth
By Mrs. Cornwell BARON Wilson.

Inanimate in second birth,
Moro-100n-are past; the lights of even

The loveliest thing of mortal clay, Shoot streaming up from bower and bill;

E’en beautiful in long decay. The stars have ta’en their watch in heav'n,

Yes - I have seen each raven tress And all the wearied earth is still.

Hang o'er her lifeless loveliness, Why com'st thou not, o lingering rover !

And mark'd the pale and faded check, Why com'st thou not to love and me?

The lips that all but language speak, The day's perplexing cares are over,

That even now, to sooth my lot, And e'en the toiling slave is free.

Seem to repeat--" Forget me not!" Our board is spread, the lamp is shining,

No, never, whilst the busy brain And summer's coolest fruits are there;

Cau memory ur thought retain, But this lone weary heart repining,

May I forget thee; but my prayer Until thou com'st the scene to share.

For thee shall Seraph upward bear, Hasten thy steps, O lingering rover!

And the last sigh to close my lot,
And bring thy smiles to love and me:

Shall be, that_“I forget thee not!”
The day's dull heartless toils are over,
Aud e'en the labouring hind is free:

Liverpool. Mox'tagu SEYMOUR. Leave Fortune's mart, where toil and sorrow !

Oft sbade thy brow and cloud thy brain; After a pause of a few minutes. Soon will return the cheerless morrow, Mr. Apathy, addressing Dr. Prime And call thy heart to care again.

rose, said, Ilave you read the article These hours, at least, O lingering rover! Demand thy smiles for bome and me.

in the last Quarterly Review, on the Come! - the day's wearying toils are over, works and character of Pope? And night-night sets the labourer free. Dr. Primrose. Yes; and some

parts of it with a great deal of pleaELLA, Not fairer to the breath of inorn

sure. I am surprised that Mr. Bowles Wakes the pure rose or lowly thorn,

could take such an erroneous view Nor lovelier to the gales of heaven

of Pope's character as he appears to Is violet's balmy fragrance given,

have done in his otherwise excellent Than opened Ella's youthful prime, Exotic in too cold a clime;

edition of the poet's works; and adHer spirit was so finely wrought,

mire the generous warmth of the With such intensity of thought,

reviewer, who has been prompted to That this dull world seem'd to her eye

rescue the "mighty dead” from the A thing of cold inanity.

attacks of calumny and detraction. A light breeze rippled o'er the sea,

Mr. Apathy. Pope was a great The boat was dancing joyously, And on the air a pendant flew

man, sir; and great men are always In wreathing folds of azure blue;

envied by the little fry who bask in Upon the shore, with tear-fill'd eye,

the sunshine of their genius. Pale Ella saw the vessel nigh,

Dr. Primrose. But you cannot And, while she closer press'd my arm, (As held by soine o'erpowering cların,) place Mr. Bowles, whose productions,

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