What though we ne'er may meet again, Through years of sad, yet fond regret My bosom shall thy form retain. Then "lady mine," take back the ring, ning round upon its greasy axle, and if what though we have so seldom met, the result is, that in another apartment, many yards distant from it, a beautiful piece of silk issues from a loom, rivalling in its hues the tints of the rainbow; there are myriads of events in our lives, the distance between which was much greater than that between this wheel, and the ribbon, but where the connection had been much more close. If a private country gentleman in Cheshire, about the year seventeen hundred and thirty, had not been overturned in his carriage, it is extremely probable that America, instead of being a free republic at this moment, mo would have continued a dependent colony of England. This country gentleman happened to be Augustus Washington Esquire, who was thus RATIONAL LOVE. We know the power of beauty; but to render it permanent, and make human life happy and agreeable, it must have the beauties of the mind annexed, for, as doctor Blair very justly observes, "Feeble are the attractions of the fairest form, nothing within corresponds to the accidentally thrown into the compa-pleasing appearance without. Love ny of a lady who afterwards became his wife, who emigrated with him to America, and in the year seventeen hundred and thirty-two, at Virginia, became the envied mother to George Washington the great. FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER. There is an eye of radiant blue, There is a cheek of radiant flush, Thine is the eye, and thine the cheek, FOR THE MASONIC REGISTER. "O lady mine," preserve unbroken, and marriage are two words much spoken of, but seldom found united. To be happy in the choice of the fair one we admire, is to cultivate that regard we experience for her, into lasting esteem. The connubial state was certainly designed to heighten the joys, and to alleviate the miseries of mortality. To cherish and admire her, who came into your arms, the object of joy and pleasure; and to comfort the same dear object of your affection, when the clouds of adversity surround her. Happy within yourself, and happy in your connections, you ought to look up to the Author of all good gifts, and to give him praise in the liveliest hour of social enjoyment." What avails all the pleasure of this sublunary state, if, when we shift the flattering scene, the man is unhappy, where happiness should begin, at home! An uninterrupted interchange of mutual endearments, among those of the family, imparts more solid satisfaction, than outward show, with inward uneasiness. Love is a tender, and delicate plant; it must be guarded from all inclement blasts, or it will droop its head and die. To " I don't know," said Herschel, " but I am sure fingers will not do." When it came to his turn, Herschel ascended the organ loft, and produced so uncommon a richness, such a volume of slow harmony as astonished all present; and after this extemporaneous effusion he finished with the old hundredth Psalm, which he played better than his opponent. "Ay, ay," cries old Snetzler, "tish is very goot, very goot inteet; I will luf tish man, he gives my pipesroom for to speak." enliven our hours, to pass our life || chance he had of following him? agreeably, let us enrich our mental soil; for this joined with love, will forever adorn this happy state. A young lady, being asked her opinion of love, said, "If youth and beauty are the objects of your regard, love, founded on youth and beauty, cannot possibly endure longer than youth and beauty last. Love should be sincere and generous, as Heaven first inspired it, and courtship void of mean dissimulation. But love, at this time of day, is raising the imagination to expectation above nature, and laying the sure foundation of disappointment, on both sides, when Hymen shifts the scene." Love then, according to this amiable young lady's opinion, is a passion founded on esteem. A sincere re-pocket, said, "One of these I laid gard for the object of our affections, joined with a love the most pure, ra'tional, and dignified. DR. HERSCHEL. Herschel being asked by what means he produced so astonishing an effect, replied, "I told you fingers would not do it;" and producing two pieces of lead from his waistcoat on the lowest key of the organ, and the other upon the octave above; and thus, by accommodating the harmony, I produced the effect of four hands instead of two." This superiority of skill obtained Herschel the situation; but he had other and higher objects in view, to suffer him long to retain it. Per. An. Dr. Herschel, the celebrated astronomer, was originally brought up to his father's profession, that of a musician, and accompanied a German regiment to England, as one of the band, performing on the haut boy. While acting in this humble A new Method of heading Cabbages AGRICULTURAL. in the Winter. Last fall, at the usual time of taking in cabbages, I had a number well grown, but had no appearance of a head. I dug a trench on the capacity in the North of England, a new organ was built for the parish church of Halifax, by Snetzler, which was opened with an oratorio, by the well-known Joah Bates. Mr. Herschel, and six other persons, be-southern declivity of a hill, about came candidates for the organist's situation. A day was fixed on which: each was to perform in rotation: when Mr. Wainwright, of Manches ter, played, his finger was so rapid that old Snetzler, the organ-builder. ran about the church, exclaiming, " He run over de key like one cat: he will not give my pipes time to speak." During Mr. Wainwright's performance, Dr. Miller, the friend of Herschel, inquired of him what eighteen inches wide, and twenty or twenty-two inches deep, and took eighty-six cabbages of the above description, and set them out in the bottom of the trench, in their natural position, with the roots well covered with sand: I then filled the trench with straw on each side of the cabbages, and laid straw over the tops of them, to prevent the sand from getting in; then placed a rail over the middle of the trench, to prevent any pressure on the cabbages, and then completed the work by throw-fects upon the mind appreciated.ing on more straw, and forming a ridge of sand over the whole, to keep out frost and water. In the latter part of March, I opened the trench and took out the cabbages, and found each one with a common sized head, white, solid, and well tasted. Anon. From a recent visit to this spot, we are prepared to enjoy with delight any fine descriptions of its bold and unusual landscapes. The rude and frightfut hills, opening into the most pastoral valleys (such as the vale of Castleton, which stretches from the Shivering Mam-Tor all along beneath the ruins of the Peak Castle), and watered by lovely streams, such as the Wye, the Dove, and the Derwent, do not prevent external features more worthy of the pen of Waverly, than do the internal wonders of this extraordinary region. The Peak-cavern is in itself an inestimable treasure; for imagination could not conceive a place more suited to a tale of feudal romance, and ruthless assassination. This tremendous excavation is 750 yards in length, its entrauce the most grand and solemn that fancy could devise, under an impending canopy of a huge rocky arch. Soon is the light of day lost in its recesses; subterraneous streams are passed, and alternately we wind along low-roofed and rugged passages, dripping caves, and spacious domes, possessing more than cathedral magnitude, and more than Gothic gloom. But not only this cavern, but the whole of the Peak of Derby, must be seen to have the ef VOL. IN 15 We never spent a fortnight of more unmingled gratification than in making a tour of this remarkable region; and at this season of the year, when such excursions are so generally taken, we are sure no recommendation of ours could lead to a greater gratification than that of a visit to the Peak of Derby. The natural beauty and stalactytical caves of Matlock; the druidical remains of Robin Hood's Leap, and adjacent Moor; the Rocking Stones, of many tons weight, moved by a finger; the exploration of Mines; the ancient baronial edifice of Haddon Hall; the more modern splendour of Chatsworth; the delights of Bakewell; the wonders of Castleton and its vicinage; the ebbing and flowing Well; and Buxton, with all its attractions are within the scope of ten day's enjoyment and we will venture to say that there is no district of the same extent in Europe, which offers greater attractions to the curious of every class. But our recollected admiration of these scenes has diverted us from Peverel of the Peak, to whose ruined walls we paid a lengthened visit, examining their ancient remains with the utmost interest. The Saxon Herring-bone still exists in the wall of the Keep. The ballium and its two square turrets are in good preservation; one of the latter inhabited by a person who keeps the place.The zig-zag ascent from Castleton on the east side, though you see the Castle on the top of the hill, is hardly practicable without a guide, and very laborous. But the summit would repay a hundred times the toil. To the south the sight reposes on the sweet vale af Castleton. The west is commanded by higher mountains, between which and the Peak, runs a deep ravine, whose side towards the Castle is a perfect precipice. On the north and north-east are seen the striking outlets from this hill-surrounding scene, and the famous Mam-Tor, whose splintery rocks often descend with a voice of thunder into the valley || orbits, to run their appointed courses below. Such is the seat of the once mighty family of the Peverels and their history offered to the hand of the Northern Magician; who if he resemble other Magicians, will find here every material for enchantment, from the terrific || caverns of Gnomes or Banditti, to the loveliest scenes of nature in the midst of her more awful forms, the mist-co vered hill, and stormy upper peak; and for his human pictures all the wildness and feudal grandeur of those times when the Baron's Keep rung to the Bard's song; his walls. filled with savage retainers, displayed manners and customs well worth the preserving record of such a limner; and his female companions, his family, his friends, and his foes, bore a stamp and impress so peculiar. as to be susceptible of being wrought into the tapestry of fiction with all the fidelity, spirit, and interest of Ivanhoe. From the Haverhill Gazette. THE CREATION. We select the following eloquent paragraph from the Sermons of Dr. Worcester, now in press. Every thing from the pen of this great man, " whose praise is in all the churches," must possess a commanding interest. But his writings need not the influence of his name, to secure a cordial reception from the public. Every page is marked with a richness of illustration, and elegance of language, which must gratify the taste, while the resistless voice of truth sways the conscience. "Carry back your contemplations, my brethren, to this scene of wonders. The imunensity of space, an inuneasurable void; not a being, not a thing existing, besides him, who inhabiteth eternity. In a moment, at his word, the immense mass of unformed matter starts into being. Suns, and stars, and planets, are formed, and fixed in their stations, or launched into their in perpetual circuit through the heavens. From primeval darkness, light bursts forth to cheer the new creation. The Parth is enriched and adorned with all the treasures and beauties of the mineral and vegetable kingdoms. The diamond glitters in its bed; the hills are clothed with grass, and the valleys with corn; the lily and the rose unfold their beauties to the day; and the fruit tree and the vine present their rich, their delicious products.The air, the earth, and the waters, are peopled with numberless species of animal and sensitive beings; birds, insects, beasts, and fishes, of every description. Last of all, man comes from his Maker's hand, as lord of this lower creation; looks round in pleasing astonishment; surveys the shining heavens, and the beautifully variegated earth, all finished in perfection; then turns, as by divine inspiration directed, and adores the mighty power which created and arranged the stupendous whole. Contemplate this amazing work, and say, does not the system of nature declare the power of God? What power, short of infinite, could create a single particle of matter? What shall we think, then, of the creation of worlds? What power, short of infinite, could form the meanest insect? What, then, shall we think of the formation of the whole magnificent and unmeasured universe? We are overwhelmed, we are lost in the contemplation!" FLOATING AGRICULTURE. Delos, the birth place of Apollo, was stated to have been a floating island. Mexico, a country with which we shall be better acquainted, presents us with such phenomena. The city exhibits this wonderful spectacle. The natives take the roots of marsh plants, bushes, and other light materials, and form a sort of lattice work by twisting them firmly together.Having finished this platform, they WOMAN, in the hour of adversity, and when the sorrows and cares of this life are gathering around, and spreading a gloom over our path, shines with resplendent lustre, if found supporting and cheering, with angel-sions, inclinations, and feelings, in spread upon the surface the mud which they draw from the bottom of the lake; they are commonly made in a quadrangular shape, 8 rods long and 3 wide, elevated to the height of a foot from the surface of the water On these they cultivate every species of flower and the garden herbs. Every day of the year, at sunrise, innumerable boats are seen loaded with the productions of these floating gardens arriving at Mexico. In the largest are found small trees, and cabins of light workmanship for the owner. When he wishes to change his neighborhood, the owner and his friends take to their boats, and tow away the real estate to any part of the lake he thinks proper. These gardens are places of delightful recreation-moving masses of bloom and beauty, and song and fragrance Baitimore M. Chronicle. ON MARRIAGE. sex They know nothing either of a husband's care, or parent's anxiety tor his offspring's welfare. The finer sensibilities of the soul, and tender emotions which swell the bosom of the truly happy, are to them either unknown, buried in the rubbish of per centage, overgrown with the brushwood or brambles of "book-learned skill;" or, perhaps, their stiff-necked pride is wounded by that woe of woes, the " pangs of love despised." The pen of the poet has furnished us with many examples of domestic comfort aud happiness. I know of no better effusion on this delightful theme, than Burns" "Cotter's Saturday Night," or that beautiful little poem of Cotter's, beginning with "Dear Cloe," &c. Such pieces as these, can give us but faint ideas of what it is to be seated in a snug apartment, surrounded by one's own family, drinking a glass of good cider, and passing the hours with teaching the little ones to lisp the praises of their Creator, even when articulation is imperfectly understood. I cordially agree with Franklin, in believing early marriages to be most productive of happiness. The pas youth, are easier inoulded to the propensities of the individual who may be our partner. like patience, the partner of her misfortunes. 'Tis then we are led to wonder how so delicate a form, possessed of such acute sensibilities, can support, and sometimes stem, the torrent of such "a tide of woes," as not unfrequently has driven man, clothed in the boasted armour of phi-bread of industry, I would repeat the losophy, to the last act of desperation he can possibly commit; that is, rushing in the face of Heaven, blackened as a self-murderer. View those solitary, isolated beings, who live, as they call it, independent, and never enjoy the pleasure that flows from social life, who prefer to lounge away their leisure hours in the Mansion-House, or some other place of fashionable resort, to spending them in the society of the softer, virtuous To the rich in worldly goods, I would say, marry, if you wish your wealth to become a blessing; and to those whose happy lot it is to earn the same-marry, and enjoy life while it lasts; to old bachelors----'tis needless to repeat the word-I again say, repent and marry. If these remarks, or hints, should afford the thoughtful mind one good idea, give the unthinking one hint towards reformation, or even drawa smile from the grave and sensorious, then the writer will think nimself amply rewarded. SOLITAIRE. |