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Though all were night; if but the light In its fallen nature see,

From Friendship's altar crown'd ue, Vain its strugglings up must be,
'Twould prove the bliss of earth was this Yet its spirit cannot fly
Our Home and Friends around us !

From its immortality.

On, on, on! no stop, no rest!
It is on earth a pilgrim guest
Not a dweller-all in vain ;
Upwards cannot pass the stain
On its essence ! But beside

The pathway doth á fountain glide.
THE PROGRESS OF A SOUL. Here that saddened pilgrim may

Wash the darksome stains away,
And drink from that eternal spring,

Draughts that shall sustain its wing,
Lit by the Creator's hand,

Till it reach the bright abode By his breath to brightness fanned,

Of Him who traced its upward roadWeak and scarce discerned at birth,

Its Maker and Redeemer-God! Comes the pilgrim soul to earth,

Where the tree of life doth grow, Shrined within the babe's frail frame,

Where the living waters flow, Never dreaming whence it came,

It shall rest, no more disturbed ; Never dreaning of the powers

No wild passions to be curbed; Slumbering in its depthe-the seeds

No more struggling to be gone,
Of many thoughts, and words, and deeds ;

On, on, on!
Never knowing how it feeds;
Never counting passing hours,
Yet every hour increased and brightening,
Every day the bondage tightening
Which must fetter it while here,
Wanderer through this darkened sphere.

Yet, though earthly ties are round it,
Though the shroud of day hath bound it,

Still it struggles to gone,

Maiden! we met, we loved, and now we partOn, on, on!

Ours have been pleasant hours,

Passed by the sea, or amidst sweetest flowers, Through the infant's wailing sadness,

While heart grew close to heart.
And its gleams of quiet gladness,
Soon of inward thoughts and feelings

Ours was no common love, no childish dreamingCome the short but sure revealings.

We spake not of it oft ; When it clasps the offered flower,

But in our souls we felt it calm and soft,
Feeling beauty's thrilling power-

And from our eyes 'twas beaming.
When its eye will clearly scan
Common things with look intense-

And yet we are far different-thy sweet life Brightened hath the intelligence

A bright and pleasant rill, That sball after be the sense

All beautiful, and pure, and singing still-
Of the full-grown, careful man-

Mine the dark ocean's strife,
Then it is forever striving
With Thought's ocean, floating, driving;

Or dead, not calm! The river seeks the sea, Wondering, with most wondrous glee,

Pouring its stainless waves That such things indeed should be.

Into the ocean's deep-embosomed caves-
Truths that on the surface lie,

So came thy thoughts to me!
Seem its own discovery.
Might it but thus happy stray,

We part ! yet sweet! we never shall forget Ever in this stage delay ?

'Each other-many a thing No! its task must all be done

Simple and done in carelessness, shall cling On, on, on!

To memory fondly yet. On ! through all the Cloudland wrought

Thou wilt remember me whene'er thy thought From dreaming fancy mixed with thought;

Is fixed on grassy bank, On through all the heavier clouds,

Or weedy pond, or water-lily dank,
Where the lightning Passion shrouds;

That we so dearly sought.
Onward still, to the clear air,
Of cloud, and mist, and tempest bare;

And with the sweet wild thyme, or yellow furze, But is this the soul ? Alas!

And the full-sounding sea-
What stains of dark and clinging clay- Blended with things like these my form will be,
What dust has gathered by the way-

When thy dear memory stirs.
What earthiy fire is in its ray ?
It may no further pass.

I shall remember thee, too-not with flowers, Upwards it hath striven till now,

For with full many a one, But its win are drooping low;

Swept from the world, like lightning seen and It cannot bear the clearer space

gone, That leadeth to a holy place ;

I've sat in summer bowers

Not with the rippling of the stormless wave- No more dining out! there's no dining alone,
A dearer e'en than thou,

For who calls a dinner a crust and a bone ?
Once watched it with me, and I've buried now Not a rap of your own, you'll get none at your
Such memories in Hope's grave.


Excepting duns' raps-you'll get them and no But when I see a rose in its full prime,

more. A cloud all pure and bright, A single star with richer, fuller light

Your actions are passive, you do on compulsion, Than most in our cold clime;

Your drink is the cooling teetotal emulsion;

Your wine-bins are empty, you've nothing in Then I will think of thee, and thy bright eye, Radiant with happiness

There's a rat starv'd to death in your pantry-no Then, star-like, shall thy treasured image bless My dark, chill memory.

Who nnw doffs his hat as you pass ? Man,

you're needy! You know you've « had losses,” your broadcloth

is seedy;

Your mots are not quoted, the smiling is o'er,

Your purse is the cause, that is sparkling no



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" Dum eris felix multng numerabis amicos,

Gold's a very good thing, though the love of it's Tempora si fuerint nubila solis eris."

bad I et a man be thought rich and his sky will be (I know who'd be better if more gold he had '); clear;

But a cord for the cut-purse who cuts you when All the world will flock round him and bid him

poorgood cheer;

When your gilt is rubbed off-that's the rub! The doctor will smile, and the squire doff his

So no more. hat, And the ladies will bend, and wave hands, and

all that.


Well to do in the world ? Then of friends you've THE GIPSY COUNTESS *-A DUET.

no lack; You'll daily find cards in the hall-quite a packInvitations to dine, to the social chit-chat,

Oh! how can a poor Gipsy maiden like me To the musical soirée, balls, whist, and all that.

Hope to keep the proud heart of a noble like

thee? Your wife at baza ars will sit down at a stand,

To some bright jewel'd beauty thy vows will be With old Lady Mouser upon her right hand;

paid, Nolens volens, yourself will be clapp'd up at And thou wilt forget her, the poor Gipsy maid. Public meetings to speak, motions make, and all that.


Away with that thought! I am free, I am free You'll be asked for permission your name to put To devote all the love of my spirit to thee; down

Young rose of the wilderness, blushing and On all the committee lists printed in town.

sweet, For the post or C.C. your good friend Latitat, All my heart all my fortunes I'll lay at thy feet.

“ You're so fit you must stand,” and all that.

By yon bright moon above !

Gipsy. That can change like man's love; Your wine's the most racy that ever was tasted, Earl By the sun's constant ray! Your game the most goûtant that ever was basted ; Gipsy. That night's tears chase away; Your dog is a model, a dear is your cat, babe-loadies say-and all that.


Oh! never by me shall thy trust be betrayed, Now I'll give you a touchst ine for testing a I will love thee for ever, my own Gipsy maid.

friendTry to borrow, solicit some crony to lend;


you wish you may get it? he'll call you a
flat !

Go, flatterer, go; I'll not trust to thine art, "Tis the way of the world—you can pocket all | Go, leave me’ to die in my own native shade,

Go, leave me, and trifle no more with my heart! that.

And betray not the heart of the poor Gipsy


Will say,

A cberub your

Earl. And your sky will be clouded, your friends be I have lands and proud dwellings, and all shall be struck dumb;

All that, and that's all! Let adversity come,

thine ; To Coventry sent, you're a brute or a bore, A coronet, Hilda, that brow shall entwine; If you venture to bint, you'll get that and no

From an old legend.



Thou shalt never have reason my faith to up- | Yes, pray for those thou lovest; if uncounted braid,

wealth were thine, For a countess I'll make thee, my own Gipsy The treasures of the boundless deep, the riches maid.

of the mine, Then fly with me now;

Thou couldst not to thy cherish'd friend so dear a Gipsy. Shall I irust to thy vow?

gift impart Earl Oh, yes! come away;

As the earnest benediction of a deeply-loving Gipsy. Wilt thou never betray ?

heart. Earl.

Seek not the worldling's friendship, it shall droop No, never by me shall thy trust be betrayed,

and wane ere long, And to-morrow I'll wed thee, my own Gipsy In the cold and heartless glitter of the pleasuremaid!

loving throng; But seek the friend who, when thy prayer for

him shall murmur'd be, Breathes forth in faithful sympathy a fervent

prayer for thee. And should thy flowery path of life becoine a

path of pain, EARLY FRIENDSHIPS.

The friendship formed in bonds like these thy

spirit shall sustain;

Years may not chill, nor change invade, nor povWhere are the friends of earlier years,

erty impair, The fond, the faithful-hearted

The love that grew and Aourished at the holy With whom we shared the smiles and tears

time of prayer.
of days long since departed ?
The friends who cheer'd our infant hours,

And childhood's moments brighten'd,
Whose fondness strewed life's path with flowers,
And every sorrow lighten'd-

Oh ! where are they! The stream of time
Has never ceased its flowing,

Sister, sweet sister, why pluck ye the ff wers, But on its breast our manhood's prime

That bloom all so bright in the garden bowers, To age is swiftly going.

Where the sunshine of heaven falls light on

their head, And swiftly, too, adown that tide

And the dew of the evening is over them shed ? Have passed those friends once round us ; But death's dark stream shall ne'er divide The links of love that bound us.

I'll weave thee a coronal for thy hair, No! though the friends of earlier years

Of these lowly flowrets so fresh and fair. Within

the tomb are sleeping, This thought shall dry our falling tears, This hope shall stay our weeping

Sister, sweet sister, oh, weave not now The thought, that when our days are past, A wreath to bind on my aching brow, The links death cannot sever

For I feel in my head such a burning pain, Sball then be made more truly fast

As a fire within were searing my brain.
In perfect bliss forever.

Sister, dear sister, oh, bring them not nigh,
Or the flowers will wither, the blossoms die !





I'll make the a bouquet, so bright and gay,
To wear near thy heart-oh! say me pot nay!




Sister, fair sister, 'twould find no rest, ". Pray for those thou lovest ; thou wilt never havo any comfórt of his friendship for whom thou dost not pray.”

O'er the throbbing pulse of this feverish breast.

Parr. It would seem to share in my bosom's strife, Yes, pray for those thou lovest-thou mayst Let them still feel the sunshine, the dew, and the

And flutter as though each fáir fower had lise ! vainly, idly seek

showersThe force of fervid tenderness by feeble words to Oh, let them not perish, the beautiful Aowers ! speak;

FLORENCE. Go, kneel before thy Father's throne, and mcek

ly, humbly there Ask blessings for the lov'd one in the silent hour Suggested by wearing flowers which were of prayer.

fresh at noonday, yet withered ere night.


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A Latin HEXAMETER MACHINE.-One John millions of changes, such an occurrence is not Clark, late of Bridgewater, and now of Padding. likely to happen. Moreover, though the visible ton, for thirteen years has been occupied, as it display of the line is effected simply by mewould seem from the mere sport of the thing, and chanical movements, the conception of it is in a spirit of indifference as to what might be its not mechanical, but "essentially an magination subsequent use, with the invention of a machine only, partaking somewhat of ihe nature of an for composing hexameter Latin verses. The in- arithmetical infinite series." Each verse is convention is stated to be less difficult of realization ceived at the precise moment of time when its than might have been expected. The rules of corresponding geometrical figure is produced by verse, Mr. Clark tells me, the measured syllables the Kaleidoscope in the machine; every identiand the measured time of dactyls, spondees, tro- cal verse with its corresponding figure, and every chees, &c., which act as fetters of confinement to figure with its corresponding verse.

Nor can it the writers of verses and much increase their diffi- by any possibility be otherwise. So much for culties, have an opposite effect when applied to Mr. John Clark's Latin Hexameter Machine. As a machine ;-it being much more practicable to ! have said, I do not see its immediate utility; construct one for composing verse than for com- but as something curious, it is, perhaps, entitled posing prose. The problem may be compared to take a place with Babbage's Calculating Ma. with that of forming an indefinite number of geochine, and inventions of that class.--Athenæum. metrical figures by a machine ; Sir David Brewster succeeded in doing this in The Kaleidoscope ; THE EUREKA.—The “ Eureka," which is now and it is this principle, carried out, which the exhibiting at the Egyptian Hall, as “an extraorLatin Hexameter Machine illustrates. It is ca- dinary piece of mechanism,” for the construction pable of composing about one verse a minute. of Latin hexameters, will be found, on consideraThe actual verses produced in my presence are tion, to be little better than a mere puzzle, which the following : each, it will be perceived, is com- any school-boy might perform by a simpler proplete in itself, and independent of the other :

On analyzing the verses produced, it will

be seen that every one of them consists of six 1. Horrida sponsa reie prorrittunt tempora densa.

words, that each word is adapted, by its prosodial 1. Sontia Tela bogin causabunt agenina creba.

and grammatical construction to one certain po3. Bellica vota modis promulgant crimina fusca. 4. Aspera pila patet depromunt prælia quædam.

sition in the verse; and that every Latin word 5. Effera sponsa fere confirmant vincula nequam.

similarly constructed can be dovetailed into that 6. Barbara tels reis præmonstrant nubila durr.

particular part of the verse for which it is formed, 7. Horrida va bojis progignunt jurgia creb'a. 8. Sontia castra modis prositant somnia fusca.

without violating prosody, grammar, or even 9. Trucida regna quidem conquirunt opera cara.

sense. I will take four of the verses produced by

this machine as illustrative of my position :Such are the verses, the mechanical nature of

1 2 3 4 5 6 which is evident by their all belonging to the Aspera fræna cito promittunt nu'ila mæsta. same grammatical formula and scansion. The Lniida verba malis corradunt vincula dira.

Bellica facta domi prænarrant tempora fusca. exterior of the machine resembles in size and

Jmpia sacra socis « epromount fulgura mira. shape a small bureau book-case ; in the frontis. piece of which, through an aperture, the verses ap- All the verses exhibited are of the same metrical pear in succession as they are composed. Since construction ; and, from these four examples, it its completion it has never, I understand, repeat will be seen that the first word is uniformly a ed the same; and, being capable of several | dactyl, and an adjective of the neuter plural; the


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