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Endless variety in all,

Here doth Appropriation try, From Fly to Man, Creation's pride, By help of Secrecy, to gain Each shows his proper form-to fall A store of wealth, against we dic,

Eftsoons in time's o'erwhelming tide, For heirs to dissipate again. And mutability goes on

Cause and Comparison here show, With ceaseless combination.

The use of every thing we know.

But here that fiend of fiends doth dwell, "Tis thine to teach with magic power

While Ideality unsbaken Those who still bend life's fragile stein, By facts or theory, whose spell To suck the sweets of every flower,

Maddens the soul and fires our beacon. Before the sun shall set to them;

Whom memory tortures, love deludes, Calm the contending passions dire,

Whom circumspection fills with dread, Which on thy surface I descry,

On every organ he obtrudes, Like water struggling with the fire

Until Destruction o'er his head In combat, which of them shall die Impends; then mad with luckless strife,

3 Thus is the soul in Fury's car,

He volunteers the loss of life. A type of Hell's intestine war.

And canst thou teach to future man

The way his evils to repairOld wall of man's most noble par ,

Say, O momento,-of the span While now I trace with trembling hand Of mortal life? For if the care Thy sentiments, how oft I start,

Of truth to science be not given, Dismay'd at such a jarring band !

(From whom no treachery it can sever,j Man, with discordant frenzy fraught, There's no dependance under heaven

Seems either madman, fool, or knave ; That error may not reign for ever. To try to live is all he's taught

May future heads more learning cull To 'scape her foot who nought doth save From thee, when my own head's a skull. In life's proud race ;-(unknown our goal) To strive against a kindred soul.

There is a parish game in Scotland, at These various organs show the place

this season of the year,when the waters are Where Friendship lov'd, where Passion frozen and can bear practitioners in the dis glow'd,

version. It prevails, likewise, in NorthWhere Veneration grew in grace,

umberland, and other northern parts of Where justice swayed, where man was south Britain ; yet, nowhere, perhaps, is proud

it so federalized as among the descendWhence Wit its slippery sallies threw ants of those who “ha' wi' Wallace On Vanity, thereby defeated;

bled.” This sport, called curling, is deWhere Hope's imaginary view

scribed by the georgical poet, and will Of things to come (fond fool) is seated;

be better apprehended by being related Where Circumspection made us fear, Mid gleams of joy some danger near.

in his numbers : it being premised that the time agreed on, or the appointment

for playing it, is called the tryst; the Here fair Benevolence doth grow

match is called the bonspiel ; the boundary In forehead high-bere Imitation marks for the play are called the tees ; Adorns the stage, where on the Brew and the stones used are called coits,

Are Sound, and Color's legislation. or quoits, or coiting, or quoiting-stones.

Now rival parishes, and shrievedoms, keep,
On upland lochs, the long-expected tryst
To play their yearly bonspiel. Aged men,
Smit with the eagerness of youth, are there,
While love of conquest lights their beamless eyes,
New-nerves their arms, and makes them young once more.

The sides when ranged, the distance meted out,
And duly traced the tees, some younger hand
Begins, with throbbing heart, and far o'ershoots,
Or sideward leaves, the mark : in vain he bends
His waist, and winds his hand, as if it still
Retained the power to guide the devious stone,

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Keen, keener still, as life itself were staked,
Kindles the friendly strife : one points the line
To him who, poising, aims and aims again ;
Another runs and sweeps where nothing lies.
Success alternately, from side to side,
Changes ; and quick the hours un-noted Ay,
Till light begins to fail, and deep below,
The player, as he stoops to lift his coit,
Sees, half incredulous, the rising moon.
But now the final, the decisive spell
Begins; near and more near the sounding stones,
Some winding in, some bearing straight along,
Crowd justling all around the mark, while one,
Just slightly touching, victory depends
Upon the final aim : long swings the stone.
Then with full force, careering furious on,
Rattling it strikes aside both friend and foe,
Maintains its course, and takes the victor's place.
The social meal succeeds, and social glass ;
In words the fight renewed is fought again,
While festive mirth forgets the winged hours.--
Some quit betimes the scene, and find that home
Is still the place where genuine pleasure dwells.



the mode of waking him in proper slyle.

“ Recollect,” says he, “to put three canNATURALISTS' CALENDAR.

dles at the head of the bed, after you lay Mean Temperature ... 36. 85.

me out, and two at the foot, and one at

each side. Mind now, and put a plate January 31.

with the salt on it just a top of my breast.

And, do you hear ? have plenty of tobacco King George IV. proclaimed.-Holiday and pipes enough; and remember to make at the Exchequer.

the punch strong.

And but what the

devil is the use of talking to you ? sure I

know you'll be sure to botch it, as I won't
A newspaper of this day,* in the year be there myself.”
1821, relates the following anecdote :

All through Ireland the ceremonial of MR. JOHN BULL, an artist, with poeti.
wakes and funerals is most punctually at- cal powers exemplified in the first vo-
tended to, and it requires some sçavoir lume* by a citation from his poem enti-
faire to carry through the arrangement in tled “The Museum,” which deserves to be
a masterly manner. A great adept at the better known, favours the Every-Day
business, who had been the prime ma-

Book with the following original lines. nager at all the wakes in the neighbour. The conflict between the cross and the hood for many years, was at last called crescent, renders the communication peaway from the death-beds of his friends culiarly interesting to those who indulge b his own. Shortly before he died he a hope that the struggle will terminate in jave minute directions to his people as to

the liberation of Greece from “worse than Egyptian bondage.”

• Now Times.

. P. 299


and theatres are no longer conscious a

unconscious éclats de rire, but the whole By Mr. John Bull.

audience is like Mr. Wordsworth's cloud Arch of peace' the firmament

“ which moveth altogether, if it move Hath not a form more fair

at all.” Than thine, thus beautifully bent Upon the lighten'd air.

In the gardens of our habitations, ana

the immense tracts that provide great Well might the wondrous bards of yore of thee so sweetly sing;

cities with the products of the earth, the Thy fair foot on their lovely shore

cultivator seizes the first opportunity to Returning with the spring !

prepare and dress the bosom of our com

mon mother. “ Hard frosts, if they come An angel's form to thee they gave, Celestial feign'd thy birth,

at all, are followed by sudden thaws; Saw thee now span the light green wave,

and now, therefore, if ever, the mysterious And now the greener earth.

old song of our school days stands a

chance of being verified, which sings of Yet then, where'er thy smile was seen On land, or billowy main,

• Three children sliding on the ice, Thou seem'd to watch, with look serene,

All on a summer's day! O'er Freedom's glorious reign.

Now the labour of the husbandman re

commences; and it is pleasant to watch Thy brilliant arch, around the sky, The nurse of hope appear'd,

(from your library-window) the ploughSweet as the light of liberty,

team moving almost imperceptibly along, Wherewith their souls were cheer'd !

upon the distant upland that the bare

trees have disclosed to you. --Nature is But ah! if thou, when Greece was young, as busy as ever, if not openly and obDidst visit realms above;

viously, secretly, and in the hearts of her Go and return, as minstrels sung

sweet subjects the flowers ; stirring them A messenger of love :

up to that rich rivalry of beauty which is What tale, in heaven, hast thou to tell, to greet the first footsteps of spring, and Of tyrants and their slaves

teaching them to prepare themselves for Despots, and soul-bound men that dwell her advent, as young maidens prepare, Without their fathers' graves !

months beforehand, for the marriage fes

tival of some dear friend. If the flowers Oh! when they see thy beauteous bow,

think and feel (and he who dares to say Surround their ancient skies,

that they do not is either a fool or a phiDo not the Grecian warriors know, 'Tis then their hour to rise ?

losopher--let him choose between the

imputations !)--if the flowers think and Let them unsheath the daring sword, feel, what a commotion must be working And, pointing up to thee,

within their silent hearts, when the piSpeak to their men one fiery word, nions of winter begin to grow, and indiAnd march to set them free

cate that he is at least meditating his Upon thine arch of hope they'd glance,

flight Then do they, too, begin to And say, " The storm is o'er !

meditate on May-day, and think on the “ The clouds are breaking off-advance,

delight with which they shall once more “We will be slaves no more !"

breathe the fresh air, when they have

leave to escape from their subterranean The “ Mirror of the Months" repre- of this month, they are all of them at

prisons; for now, towards the latter end ents of the coming month, that

least awake from their winter slumbers, “Now the Christmas holidays are sver, and most are busily working at their gay and all the snow in Russia could not toilets, and weaving their fantastic robes, make the first Monday in this month look and shaping their trim forms, and distilany other than black, in the home-loving ling their rich essences, and, in short, eyes of little schoolboys ; and the streets getting ready in all things, that they may of London are once more evacuated of be duly prepared to join the bright pro, happy wondering faces, that look any way cession of beauty that is to greet and but straight before them; and sobs are glorify the annual coming on of their heard, and sorrowful faces seen to issue sovereign lady, the spring. It is true from sundry post-chaises that carry six- done of all this can be seen.

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When, in the zodiac, the Fish wheel round,
They loose the floods, and irrigate the ground.
Then, husbandmen resume their wonted toil,
Yoke their strong steers, and plough the yielding soil :
Then prudent gard'ners seize the happy time,
To dig and trench, and prune for shoots to climb,
Inspect their borders, mark the silent birth
of plants, successive, from the teeming earth,
Watch the young nurslings with paternal care,
And hope for “growing weather" all the year.
Yet February's suns uncertain shine,
for rain and frost alternately combine
To stop the plough, with sudden wintry storms
And, often, fearful violence the month defornis

February 1.

indigence prescribes, till it becomes

lifted above poverty to independence. Flowers

The manufacture of artificial flowers is A good garden in a sunny day, at the not wholly unknown in England, but our commencement of this month, has many neighbours, the French, eclipse us in the delightful appearances to a lover of na- accuracy and variety of their imitatious. ture, and issues promises of further gra. Watering-places abound with these wontification. It is, however, in ball-rooms ders of their work-people, and in the meand theatres that many of the sex, to tropolis there are depôts, from whence whose innocence and beauty the lily is dress-makers and milliners are supplied likened, resort for amusement, and see or by wholesale. wear the mimic forms of floral loveliness. Yet this approach to nature, though at The annexed literal copy of a French an awful distance, is to be hailed as flower-maker's card, circulated during the an impulse of her own powerful working summer of 1822 among the London in the very heart of fashion; and it has shopkeepers, is a whimsical specimen of this advantage, that it supplies means of self-sufficiency, and may save some learn. existence to industry, and urges ingenuity ers of French from an overweening confito further endeavour. Artificial wants dence in their acquisition of that language, are rapidly supplied by the necessity of which, were it displayed in Paris, would providing for real ones; and the weal- be as whimsical in that metropolis as this ihy accept drafts upon conditions which English is in ours.


Manufacturers from Paris ,


To London 14 Broad street, Oxford street.

Acquaint the Trade in general, that they have just established in London. A Warhouse for FRENCH FLOWERS, for each Season , feathar from hat ladies of their own Manufacture elegant fans of the NEWEST TASTE.

And of Manufactures of Paris , complette sets ornaments for balls , sauff boxes scale gold and silver, boxes toilette , ribbons and embroidered , hat et cap, from Ladies of the newest Taste, China , all sorts , etc.

He commit generally the articles from Paris, Manufacturers.

And send in all BRITISH CITY.

Attandance from Nine o'Clock in the Morning till five in the Afternoon.

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