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“What kind of game ?' inquired Lovell, whose curi- | insects. They were ferocious animals. The locusts of the osity began now to be excited.

East were trifles when compared with them-not for bulk, "'A game of the heart, sir. The most beautiful creature, I have every reason to believe, that ever occasioned but numbers and destructive qualities. They destroyed a heart-ache, though I never caught more than a glimpse all green leaves ; and of course they began with the of her and that but once.

potatoes, as we know at this day to our cost. The proposed victim in this game of the heart became went forward, the insect grew, quite in the march of evil Mrs. Lovell.

pointed out by the trade. It attacked the beans next. The government, it is said, have offered Sheridan Then it turned to the corn crop. A general famine was Knowles a pension of one hundred pounds per annum. necessarily the consequence, and mankind would have We regret that they should have offered that sum. Mr. been extirpated ; but that “set a thief to catch a Knowlos is the novelist of morality, if we may use that thief;" the man who galvanised this judgment into term. We might go farther and say, in relation, at existence contrived a means of destroying it, or of seleast, to George Lovell, that he is the novellist of reli- curing the fields on which his patent anti-insect mixture gion; and that not a sickly sentimentalism under this was spread against the ravages which his insects made. high name—but the religion of the New Testament. He was a very scientific man, and lodged with a coarse Mr. Knowles is a grateful man. He had received some money-making chair and table broker, named John Cash ; kindness in Glasgow, and thus he remembers it in his for the der of all this mischief was very poor. John Cash first volume :

saw that the composition might be valuable. He got “ And yet can we ourselves forget the welcome that instructed in the secret, and then being undesirous greeted us, when, poor-almost stark naked in our cir- of a partner in this money making business; and findeumstance--we entered as a foreigner-a perfect stranger ing the recipe quite right, he managed to have his in-a city, the inhabitants of which share with their countrymen the reputation of exclusive clannishness, with structorcommitted to a lunatic asylum. By-the-bye, we only half a dozen letters of recommendation in our hand. are past the times when lunatic asylums can be used llow these letters were honoured! How those to whom for these purposes ; but John Cash had founded a small we brought them collected their connexions and friends

one of his own as a testimony to his benevolence. around us !- feasted and fostered us! How their kindness warmed into attachment, not slowly but rapidly : Many years passed onward. The inventor of the insect not transiently, but permanently! How that attach- was in his hopeless prison. John Cash was on the Exchange ment has cheered and gladdened us for nearly thirty trading with his anti-insect corrosive, and making enoryears! How it manifests, now, all the solicitude and fervour of an own brother's love! Glasgow! capital of mous wealth. Convulsions spread in society. Tumults, hospitable cities ! we neither drew our breath in you, revolts, rebellions, revolutions famine-made, appeared mor spent our youth in you. You are neither part or everywhere. Thrones were cast down. Nations were obliteparcel of our fatherland! yet base were we to utter rated. All southern and western Europe were united in one penury of mind and heart, did we not feel as your son government, under one legislature. Paris was its metropolis. for never son of your own was cherished by you more fondly, more cleavingly than we were ! Were !

and The money-power was its tyrant. Gold its idol and its curse, are ! May your civic motto be ever fulfilled.

May you

The book, or its anonymous author, gets very wild before flourish, old Glasgow!"

all these things ar məffected, as may be readily supposed. There is no doubt that under “ an allegory" the author

meant to describe the progress of the money power. SIXTY YEARS HENCE.

Living men sit for his pictures. Nobody can doubt Sir Three volumes. London : T. K. Newby. Robert Peel's. Lord Brougham's is clear like history. We may mention this work, now that the potato disease A name could be attached to John Cash ; but as two or is checked—we hope it is past, and Mr. Smees’ Avis Vas- more have been mentioned, and Cash is a desperate tutor is sickly. We were frightened at the volumes pre- villain-while his supposed types are respectable wealthy viously, and had some doubts of the propriety of doing men—we dare not disclose the secret. anything towards extending their publicity. The corn The composition of the Parisian Legislature of the speculators would have mado double fortunes by quoting united monarchies sixty years hence is extravagantly them in their circulars, if they had known of their existence. mad. The money qualification to the lower house is ten And wild as these volumes really are, we could make up thousand pounds. Our sterling money still keeps its commercial volumes of circulars almost equally frantic. Mr. superiority, it may be observed. To the Upper House a Bull of New York, who kept writing to us all perpetually much higher qualification is necessary. In our opinion, that there was no more corn in America, could write this property qualifications for legislators will not exist sixty novel. Mr. Bull is one description of the Joseph Ady years hence, neither in Paris nor in London. John Cash school. He keeps fortnightly advising something to your becomes interminably rich, as a consequence of working advantage; but for two or three months past it has always both the insect and the insect killer; and as the fatal turned out to our disadvantage, on this side of the At- consequence of the money power, he becomes ultimately lantic, until last arrival, when the advices were rather in dictator. At this time the insect maker has escaped our favour ; as it was discovered that the corn stocks of from his living grave; and has instructed a younger America were not quite run out.

and a better man in his mysteries. The disciple Sixty Years llence might have furnished the Mark Lane wet his parched lips with very much kindness. But Express, our friend of The Economist, and similar still the old man was desperate. In his worst mood of journals, with valuable extracts during all this corn strug- misanthropy, this insect maker constructed an immensely gle. They seem, however, to have overlooked the book. superior animal in ferocity, and let it loose on men,

Its story hangs on galvanism. One person learned in and died, muttering curses as the new destructive all black arts discovered how to make most mischievous element was launched into the world. John Cash

ay,

had no recipe against its power. None but the new fingers' gnawed, and horrible contortion, argue the undisciple could tell how it might be combated, and speakable agonies of vitality thus departing. his knowledge was imperfect. But John Cash seized

The maddening contemplation of such a death was al

most enough to urge the victim of it to dash out his brains him and sunk him to the lowest cell of his Benevolent against the walls. Yet this was the death to which his Asylum. From that he broke out finally by the influence connexion with the galvanist had led-from which tho of his galvanistic power. He wrought a miracle ! The galvanist might have saved him—the reserved, not for

him alone, but perhaps for all mankind. bolts, bars, and solid masonry were fused in the lightning

“ At this thought a curse inexpressibly bitter gathered that he conjured down on the building, if he did not in his heart. Ile began to doubt the justice of the Sucreate it. The conjuror alone escaped unhurt. No preme Power, whose abstinence from all exceptional condiseased imagination was ever more thoroughly wild in trol over terrestrial weal or woe, beyond that proceeding its conceptions than that of this author, and yet he is tinctive of eternal wisdom.

from his primordial laws, he had once recognised as disnot, we believe, in John Cash's Lunatic. And while

There came a change, but no relief in these weird there is absolute madness in some of his imaginings, there imaginings. The vivid promptings of despair gave way

to the dull monotony of desolation, and then succeeded is beauty in his quieter thoughts, and genius in his de

to it. scriptive passages. The last incident we have mentioned

At length, rather a mechanical instinct than a hope is beautifully described :

urged the captive to try the walls and fastenings of his

cell. 41 The dreariest hour in the captive's solitude—when “ Both seemed to mock his efforts. The wall was the mouse leaps out of his bitter loaf, when the tadpole solid stone, the door did not even respond by a faint viand the leech from his dungeon moat defile the water he bration to the most desperate concentration of his strength, raises to his fevered lips, when motionless with sickness

“ But yet, so utter was the darkness that he had been he dreads the tooth and feels the cold feet of the carnivo-obliged to explore by the touch the sides and flooring of rous rat patter over his forehead, when the rude hand of his cell, and as his finger travelled over them he lighted the jailor has crushed the beetle or the spider grown on certain inequalities, which he discerned to be charactame from long companionship, or rooted out the lonely ters rudely graven on its surface. Was he awake and plant whose growth he had learned lovingly to watch—is saw, or was it the delusion of delirium ? those characters nothing to that of his first restoration to the cell from formed the name of his departed master. which he had been suffered to emerge, after long confine- “ This, then, was the dungeon in which the deceased ment, to breathe the pure air of heaven, and dream that galvanist had been for so many years immured. Even he was free.

here, then, there was hope so long as there was life ; but “ Hope—where the future is hopeful-withers in the how long would there still be life for Tempest ? most sanguine breast. What, therefore, must have been • Beside this name there was the date ; beside the date the desolating thoughts of Tempest pent in that living se

were other characters innumerable characters -- the pulchre without a chance of egress, and without one pro-smoothness of the wall was roughened by their multitude, spective ray to illuminate the despair of that dank dark the work of the captive's dreary leisure. Deprived of dungeon's night?

writing implements, he had made a note-book of the • There was nothing to relieve, but everything to stone, and scratched upon the wall whole passages of his sharpen his anguish. The very thought, that his suffer- mind's history in hieroglyphics, unintelligible to all but ings were unmerited, added to their poignancy. He was their inventor, except to Tempest, his initiated disciple. not even in the situation of those who, though still cling- “Nothing but that insatiable thirst for knowledge, which ing to existence with the tenacious instinct of the love of had marked his early life, could for a moment have dilife, have yet been in some measure sated with its expe- | verted his thoughts from the burning thirst then throbbing riences. Tempest-without the consciousness of having in his veins and husky in his throat. Once or twice he lived, without the memories and regrets which satisfy the essayed to read, and then-with breathless interest—he soul they sadden-was arrested on the threshold of the read on, unmindful of his pain, forgetful of his misery. world that wooed him, withheld from the fruition of un- “s Hours passed, and Tempest thought no more of his tried delights which disappointment had not leavened, thirst or of his despair. and consigned to the oblivion of the grave--an artificial “llis mind, if not his eyes, devoured the unexpected grave without the repose, and divested of the hopes of record. That which he had longed so ardently to know that in which out-worn humanity finds refuge.

was here made manifest. He followed, step by step, the “ The night and day were one in his gloomy prison ; but process of his predecessor's thoughts. One by one he though he made no effort to mark the time-for what was discovered and connected the missing links of his own time to him ?-it became evident that a night or day at imperfect knowledge, till, by degrees, the secrets of the least had elapsed without the appearance of the jailor to galvinist were revealed. bring him food or drink.

Tempest had thus appropriated all the galvinist had " Then his growing thirst began painfully to mark the withheld. He had possessed himself of more than his hours, and the horrible suspicion flashed across his mind, predecessor's power ; because gifted with the intellect to that he was devoted by his present guardian to a death of compass, and with the energy to master, weapons which famine.

the old man had never dared to wield. The youth was “ After long-repeated and exhausted cries, he relapsed now, as he had so long dreamed, lord of the grey-beard's into silence. The last chance vanished that, accidentally spell ! From the exultation of absorbing thought, he forgotten, his voice might still have been heard.

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was at last recalled to a sense of the stern reality. der were designed who would heed the shout of the sup- “ If it were terrible to die before, Tempest felt that to posed maniao? Why, therefore, longer rouse the echoes ot perish then would be to die a thousand deaths: he was those unpitying walls ?

resolved to live. Ile willed it with that energy of volition · He sat down : a cold shudder ran over him. The which overcomes impossibilities. IIc tried the powers ho sensations he exhibited were those of one buried in a bad mastered as a new-fledged bird which essays its wings, trance when awakening in the coffin. The very air seemed or as the blind restored will sometimes open their eyes close and suffocating. He gasped for breath. All the and glance at the offended sun with rash impatience. distinctive horrors of death by starvation he had ever heard Too reckless and unpractised, at every effort he risked or read of came, crowding on his harrowed memory. The annihilation from the fluids, which flashed and roared like gnawing pang--the acute despair--the wolfish howl--the the summoned spirits which howle around the necromancer longings of the cannibal, were vividly present in his in old tales, to tear him into atoms in the first error in thoughts. Imagination conjured up the draught of blood his incantation.

“ His cell—filled with a fitful brightness, whose inwasted frame the afterwards discovered skeleton, whose tensity increased or waned-was light as day. His glance

from the sufferer's own veins isthe long delirium

the

could pierce not alone the night of his dark cell, but even accurate—but that seems to be its recomendation.

The the masonry of its vaulted arch, with more clearness than

notes are valuable, displaying much research ; and an a sun-ray struggles through the mist. The figures dim, intimate acquaintance with ancient literature not easily the muffled sounds, the thoughts confused, of men-from whom walls of stone d.vided hin—dawned to his eyes and maintained by a person pursuing the wandering life, ears and apprehension, and then again one fault-in the which physical weakness compels Mr. Hughes to follow. manipulation his untutored hand practised too daringly. The following extract is but a fair specimen of many left him a wholesome warning of the destruction he had narrowly escaped, as he lay stunned and prostrate in the pages : darkness.

“ The Greeks called Italy . IIesperia,' because it was “ But Tempest was desperate, if not utterly fearless. situated to the west of them, and the Romans called He could but perish : starvation and oblivion were within, Spain - Hesperia” equally, because it was to the west of

Italy, but the Latin poets, imitating the Greeks, very frethe world and its reuown beyond, those walls.

quently called Italy · Hesperia' also. Thus Virgil• With the convulsive energy which his overwrought nerves permitted, he once more gathered the subtle fluids 'Est locus, Hesperiam Graii cognomine dicunt.' round him. Like a child disporting with the lightenings

Æn. i. 534. of the thundering Jupiter. he made them flash and play Macrobius prefers deriving the origin of the name, as aparound his frail frame, which one error in their manage- plied to Italy, from its western situation, to the fact of ment would have reiluced to ashes ; until, at length, he was expelled by his brother Atlas : Italy is called taking leave of life like one who attempts a desperate Hesperia, because it lies to the west.' (Macrob. Saturn. hazard, and recommending his soul to God--he concen

lib. 1., cap. 3,) llorace, when he applies the name to trated all his power, and made a final effort.

Spain, distinguishes the latter country by the addition of " A shock was felt-an explosion heard—the walls the word “ultima,' thus:were shaken-the building rocked—the lead poured in a cascade from the roof-the molten iron of bolts and gates

• Qui nunc Ilesperiâ sospes ab ultima

Caris multa sodalibus,' &c. and bars ran in a glowing stream—but Tempest was un

Carm. 1. 36. harmed. His prison doors were no longer. He walked out. The millionth part of a hair's breadth had made Strabo, lib. 1, seems to derive the name from situation, the difference for him between annihilation and freedom!"

where he describes the Spaniards as the most western

nation malista hesperioi.” And both he and Pliny state It was at this juncture that his coadjutor rose ulti- that Hispania was likewise called Iberia, either from a

king of that name, or from the river Iberius (Ebro). mately against John Cash, who was murdered by his son.

" Iberia, though the name by which, after Hispania, That son seeks to reign. The insect-killer opposes him. Spain was most commonly known to the Latins, was, by There is a battle-defeats to the monopolists—freedom

a confusion not very complimentary to their geographical

accuracy, likewise the name of a region in Asia Minor. to the people—the utter destruction of all galvanistic | It was a tract in Pontus separated from Colchis by the corn insects—the composition made useless—the Avis Moschic mountains, and corresponds with the modern

Georgia.
Vastator being a past curse—and finished like wolves in
Yorkshire—while the insect-killer; the tyrant's foe mar-

'Herbasque quas Iolcos atque Iberia

Mittit venenorum ferax. ries—as he deserves—very much to his advantage ; and

Horat. Epod. 5. the world, as we understand the story, begins to rise out the names - Hesperia' and ` Iberia' are found together of its ruins again in the year one thousand nine hundred in the same stanza of Camoens, as applied to the Peninand eight.

sula, yet with some vague attempt to confine the latter

name to the Spanish portion exclusively : Such is “Sixty Years Hence ;' indescribably the

• Nome em armas ditoso, em noss' Hesperia, most horrible and mysterious work of 1847, as yet published; and if any custodier of a circulating library wants

Serrao quizera ir ver terra Iberia.'

Lus. 4. 54. excitement for his customers, in summer or autumn quarters, this is his book ; and he is safe to order twelve sula, including Spain and Portugal, the second epithet,

Both names are properly applicable to the entire Penincopies, it is so crammed with mystery, money, insects, modified by the pretis Celto into Celtiberia,' being the potato-disease, famine, pestilence, crime, lunacy, mur

ancient name of Aragon and Catalonia, and Iliberia that

of Granada. The name Iberia, as applied to Spain, is der, madness, love, and eccentricity. For its moral ten- found in Virgil Æn. 9.582 : dencies we give no warranty.

Pictus acu chlamydem, et ferrugine clarus Iberia,'

And under this name the country is described elaborately
IBERIA WON.

by Avienus (P. C. 380)
A Poem. By Thomas Hughes.

*Quamque suis opibus cumulavit Iberia dives,' &c. London : Thomas Longman & Co.

Ausonius (also P. C. 380) makes use of both the names

Hispania' and Iberia': The recent experience of the Athenæum warns critics His Hispanus ager tellus ubi dives Iberum.' from taking liberties with Mr. Hughes, unless from a de Juvenal (P. C. 120) uses the name Hispania' as the sire to be rendered famous in bitter verses, with very better and more perilously known in his time than in the

distinctive appellation of the country, which became black and most fantastic engravings. Upon the whole, days of Horace and Virgil :however, it is a good plan for authors to defend themselves

• Horrida vitanda est Hispania.' from the attacks of the press. It conduces to caution, be

Sat. 8. 116. cause there are few living men who wish to be toma- Here is classical authority for a happy variety of names hawked and tatooed in the manner adopted by this poet in describing Spain, Hesperia,' 'Iberia,' Hispania :and satirist.

• Tum sibi Callaico Brutus cognomen in hoste “ Iberia Won,” is an account, in verse, of some leading

Fecit, et lispanam Sanguine tinxit humum.'

Ov. Fast. 4. 461. incidents in the Peninsular War-an Anglo-Spanish Iliad

• Herculis ritu, modò dictus O plebs, in Spenserian stanza. It does not seem to us that the

Morte venalem petüsse laurum poetry is more than respectable. It is faultless-the

Caesar, Hispana repetit Penates

Victor ab orâ.' composition, and all the artistical departments, are quite | Horat. Carm. 3. 14.

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The poet is an Irisman, and the amor patriæ seems so he required of the state servants, the abolition of idle strongly developed as to lead him to appropriate honours privileged classes, and the cessation of fraud in the

management of the revenue, or its punishment when defor Ireland in which she has no part.

tected, caused the people to love him, as they everywbere

love justice. Napoleon, with all his other splendid facul“ The concluding incident is from the combat of ties, was a skilful financier. He was opposed to public Maya, which took place in the same neighbourhood a few loans, and left no debt. He had

no private views, and his days previously, and is thus described by Captain Norton,

active energies were unimpaired in lig vassals' service. of the 34th regiment:- The ninety-second met the ad. The utility of his public works was commensurate with vancing French column first with its right wing drawn up their grandeur; providing at once employment for the in line; and after a most destructive fire and heavy loss on both sides, the remnant of the right wing retired, leaving monument of legislative wisdom, and his cadastre an in

poor and embellishment for the country. Iis code was a a line of killed and wounded that appeared to have no

valuable equalizer and register of taxation and the liability interval. The French column advanced up to this line

of property. But, withal, he was a detestable tyrant." and then halted, the killed and wounded of the ninetysecond forming a sort of rampart; the left wing then

“He was opposed to public loans and left no debt. opened its fire on the column, and, as I was but a little to the But withal he was a detestable tyrant!" right of the ninety-second, I could not help reflecting painfully how many of the wounded of the right wing must bave

The French people would gladly have such another unavoidably suffered from the fire of their comrades.' tyrant. The Napoleon of peace seems to be less chary of This frigbtful butchery appears to excite the enthusiasm public loans, and will assuredly leave debt. of some of its military historians. * So dreadful was the slaughter,' says Napier,' that it is said the advancing

We must quote a specimen, be it ever so short, of the enemy was actually stopped by the beaped mass of dead poetry, which is the staple of the book. and dying; and then the left wing of that noble regiment coming down from the higher ground, smote wounded

Ths following stanzas relate a singular anecdote in friends and exultmg foes alike, as mingled together they military history, and they are only falr specimens of the stood or crawled before its fire.

The stern valour work :of the ninety-second, principally composed of Irishmen, would have graced Thermopylæ.'-Hist. War Penins., book xxi., chap. 5."

“Upon the chofre stood the dauntless Graham,

And marked the slaughter with determined ere, The Ninety-second regiment has always been eminently Sad, yet unslırinking-poured then forth of flame and exclusively a Scottish regiment, with, perhaps, scarcely

A torrent, hissing red athwart the sky;

Close o'er the stormers' lieads the missiles fly; a dozen Irishmen in the corps. The Ninety-second is The stone-ribbed curtain into fragments hurledthe Gordon Higblanders, formed and recruited from

Full fifty cannon streamig death on high.

Unmoved they stand-no flag of fear unfurledAberdeen and Banffshires principally, but always from

A scene unmatched before since dawning of the world. Scotland.

Even as at Niagara's thundering fall, Mr. Ilughes' feelings, however, are more accurately

Where leaps the torrent with gigantic stride: exercised in the next paragraph.

Beneath the watery volume, Cyclop wall, “This epithet was well deserved by General Ross, and

Of rocks huge piled, spans the river wide, is assigned to him by Napier,

Where dares the venturous voyager abide;
That gallant officer.'

And while his ears terrific clamour stuns,
Book XXI., c. 5. I am proud to record the exploits of

Flies free o'erlead the cataract's foaming ude, my countryman, whose name and achievements are endeared to me by early recollections. A lofty column is Thus stand 'neath Death o'erurched, Britannia's dauntloss

And scarce crystalline globule o'er him runs : erected in his honour at the beautiful village of Rosstrevor, within seven miles of which, at Newry, my early

sons! years from infancy, to the period of my going to college, " • Retire!" was first the cry. “ A traitorous foe! were passed. All my summers were spent in and near Our batteries' fire is 'gainst the stormers turned;" Rosstrevor, one of the most charming sca-bathing spots in the British dominions. The noble Bay of Carlingford

And struck a straggling sbot the ranks below;

But Nial and his men the counsel spurned stretches before it, girt by an amphitheatre of lofty hills,

To win, whate'er the cost, their bosoms burned and Killowen Point, the Woodhouse, Greencastle, the And 'inid the fircest of the cannonade, light-house, and Grenore, with the ancient and pi tu

While San Sebastian for his bulwarks mourned, resque town of Carlingford, the stupendous mountain

Within the rampart solid ground they madeoverhanging it, and the bleak tract extending along to Omeath, contrasted with the sunny and wooded slopes

First step in victory's murch, whose laurels ne'er will fade. beyond, have left impressions indelible even during much But we like the next verses infinitely better. They travel in foreign lands. I rejoice to perceive that a railway is about to open up this magnificent region, and trust

have real poetry in them :that this new means of intercourse will be eminently beneticial to the warm hearted inhabitants of all the surrounding district.”

“ Forbid the linnet from its nest,

And crush its homeward aspirationsThere was not a more gallant soldier than General Ross

As vain to chide the heaving breast, in the British service : there is not a more lovely spot

And woo repose in foreign nations !

No, England, no! beyond the foam than Rosetrevor-not, we believe, Rosstrevor—in the

Around thy beauteous shore that circles, British dominions; and we rejoice to think that the

I would not fix my lasting home splendour of its scenery, and of many more Irish scenes,

For erery gem that brightest sparkles! will be soon better known in England and Scotland than has been hitherto the case.

More cloudless bend Italian skies; Mr Hughes hates Napoleon like a patriot, and—just as

Burgundian fruit more richly cluster;

Iberia's slopes more gently rise, we do-hates his memory cordially, as may be gathered

And shine her stars with purer lustre. from our next extract :

O'er Adria's coast, o'er fair Stamboul,

O'er soft Maeonia show'rs more splendour, “Of the love which the French people bore to Napoleon, Out sunk ’neath Slavery's abject rule! let his march to Cannes be a witness; where the inhabi

'Tis thou art Freedom's grand defender! tants, as be passed, surrounded him in hundreds of thousands, with unmistakeable demonstrations of blind enthusiasm and delight. Not even the terrible conscription

“ Far sunnier isles the south make glad, could raze bis impression from their hearts. The general

From Palma's gulf to the Aegean, equity of his internal administration, the exact system of

Idalia rose and myrtle clad, his public accounts, the effectual discharge of duty which

Sicilian shores and bowers Dictacan;

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The Cyclades that shine to snare,

From Lemnos old to Rhodes romantic; And far Funchal, whose balmy air

Swells earth's best yine 'mid the Atlantic.

IV. “ But, oh loved land! what magic lifts

Thee high above all rival glory, Fills up the void of Nature's gifts,

And makes thy deeds the pride of story? What charm endures thy talisman

Thou chrysolite amid the waters, And deifies the power of man?

The genius of thy sons and daughters!

V.

“ The vigorous thought, the spirit firm,

The pride of truth, the deep devotion, The labouring head, and stalwart arm,

That crown thee Queen of Earth and Ocean! That clothe with grain thy rugged steeps,

Thy factory piles make teem prolific, And man the feet each sea that sweeps, To make its trembling shores pacific

VI. “ Illustrious land! Yet more than this,

Thou harbourest all life's solid gracesNo friends that murder with a kisg

No treacherous breasts 'neath siniling faces ! Oh! still be thine the bold and true,

The honest, manly, independent In mind, in heart, and sinew, too,

O'er every other land transcendant!"

THE CHILD OF POVERTY.

BY JAMES CREASE.

1 Vol. Edinburgh: Blackwood and Sons. We are to allow this poet to introduce himself in that capacity, with no other preface than this short statement of his life. It has been passed mainly in making entries in day-books, and out of day-books into ledgers from noon to even for many years. The dull monotony of the desk fortunately does not obliterate genius, or we should not have experienced the pleasure that we have derived from many pages in this volume.

We are to make two or three extracts from the principal poem. The first is patriotic :“O Scotland! though across thy heathery moors And rocky mountains keen the north wind sweeps; Although thou boasted not of genial skies And seasons temperate, though oftentimes The snow-shower falls, and weeping rains deform The cheerless day, yet thou bast charms to him, Who, with an eye intent on marking out The beauties of thy scenery, siirveys, From some high cliff, upon a summer's eve, The variegated landscape-hill and dale, The forest brown, the river glittering 'neath The sun's bright ray, the silver lake wherein He sees his face reflected, towering high Thy mountains, where throughout the changeful year The snow unmelted lies. Full oft, I ween, In days long since gone by, at evening fall, Have I, from ancient Stirling's rocky seat, Gazed westward, and beheld Benlomond glow Like furnace flamed beneath the setting sunA glorious scene surpassing far the most Elaborate attempts of art, and leaving Her most successful efforts fur bebind. But thou hast beauties of a nobler kiud, My country! and it is thine bonest boast That here religion is not deem'd a pest And nuisance; she has now for many a year Found refuge on thy soil, thy sons, throughout The wide earth's bounds (where'er a fe low man Is found far wandering from the path that leads To happiness, or sitting in the dark And dreary prison-house of moral gloom, Hopeless and sad,) are foremost in the task Of leading back the wanderer, and restoring The captive to the sweets of liberty,

And boldly lifting up the arm against
The enemies of man's salvation; round
The altar they have rallied long ago,
And with their blood have purchased for us
The liberty of walking in the path
That heavenward leads; the poor unletter'd hind
Is free in conscience as his lord; unknown
Are pains and penalties ; the days in which
The engines of coercion were employ'd
Have happily now gone past, and in our day
The church bell's chime upon the Sabbath morn
Comes peacefully upon the ear, when borne
Upon the breeze far o'er the lonely wild
Where piety and meek contentment dwell,
Each as bis conscience bids directs bis steps
To worship God, unshackled by the chains
Of bigotry--the work of former days.
And ihese are blessings highly to be prized
By high or low, as God's good gift, but chiefly
By hiin who toils throughout the week, and braves
The winter's blast, and hardly fares through all
The various seasons of the changeful year.
Oh, with what happiness his bosom glows,
When first the sun's rays through his window gleam
On Sabbath morn, the morning of that day
Sacred to rest from all his anxious cares
And worldly thoughts, the morning of that day
Commemorative of the wonderful
Event foretold by holy seers, and sung
To David's harp in ancient time, what now
Long since has been accomplish'd, and on which
The christian builds a lively hope-I mean
The resurrection of the Holy One.
“Yes, to the Child of Poverty the dawn
Of Sabbath yields a soothing sweet delight,
"Tis a green spot with fragrant flowers bestrewn
Amid this howling wilderness, a spring
Of living water in the sandy desert,
The shadow of a rock to screen the heat
That beats upon the weary traveller,
A foretaste of the joys of heaven, the pledge
Of rest beyond the grave.

Nor lives the man
Except his soul is dead to all the hopes
Immortal that the sacred page inspires,
Who does not feel a glow of thankfulness
To Him, who ever mindful of the poor
And woe-worn pilgrim, hath in mercy given
A day of rest from worldly toil, a day
Whereon he may forget his cares, and bold
Communion with his Maker, and prepare
Ilis soul for Ileaven where sorrow has no place.
"Thus, I, the meanest of the muse's train
Have sung, ʼmidst sad privations, of the poor;
Painting in simple style their hopes and fears,
Their joys and sorrows, and essaying too
To soothe the mourner-point the weary soul
To beaven, where rest is found. Should only one
Acknowledge that my simple song affords
A ray of consolation to his spirit
As he is journeying beaven-ward, I shall crave
No other meed. The world's applause I know

I do not merit, and shall never court.
The second is sabbatical :-
“But not to him alone who, on the bed

Of sickness tossed, sees death prepared to lift
The veil which hides eternity, and place
The wonders of the world unseen before
The startled eye, does the deep solemn peal
From the tall Gothic spire at midnight hour,
Or watchman's voice, announcing Time's departure,
Read an important lecture. No, they speak
Most solemnly to all, and warn the young
And gay, no less than he whose silvery hairs,
Thinn'd now by time, have fluttered in the winds
Of fourscore winters, that, with eagle's speed,
Time hurries on, although with noiseless wing,
And though unmarked his flight by such as look
Forward through folly's glass, and think they see
Long years awaiting them. But, Oh! be warned,
Ye sons of pleasure? for each circling hour
That passes o’er your heads, unnoticed and
Unthought of, sees its hundreds droop and die.
Often at dead of night, when all is hush'd,
The voice of mirth and song astounds the ear,
From scenes where folly loves to pass the time;
And link'd with thoughtlessness, hour after hour,

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