The Wind and Leaf held dalliance :-“Gentle i Nay, if you listen only to the birds,

You'll find far more that wrangle, than that sing ;
Began the Wind, "awake and fly with me! And even if you can fasten your ear
For thee I pass'd the beds where roses are ; On some one sweetest warbler,-lo! how soon
And though their breasts half-open woo'd my Some unseen incident breaks off his song,

-A grub, perhaps, that wriggles in the bark ! And every little bud shone like a star, I thought on thee : Arise, and come away!

Εσσεται. Thy sisters dark are sleeping in the dew,

I would not rouse their coldness with a sigh.
But thou- the Beautiful, and I-the True,

Were meant for common passion : Let us fly!"
The Leaf complied; and, ere a day was gone,

ENTITLED PREMIER GRENADIER OF FRANCE DURWas Aung away–a thing to tread upon.


The rarest elements combine

Of airs from heaven, and lights divine,

To form the noble mind;
Whose godlike aim is to dispense

The graces of beneficence,
Have you e'er sat beneath a greenwood-tree, And succor human kind.
And listened ?
A strange music floats around,

When Gaul's avenging sons arose
Such as man's so-call'd music mocketh not;

Her fierce invaders to oppose, 'Tis not the stream of breakless melody,

With indignation stern; Nor harınony, the many-billow'd tide ;

Majestic on the embattled plain, 'Tis a commingling of all sounds in one.

The lode-star of the marshall'd train,

Appear'a Latour d'Auvergne.
There's not a stir within Earth's atmosphere,
That does not some note vibrate to your ear;

The post of honor he assumed,
The cloud-bigh crackling of the northern lights, Wherever death, with horror plumed,
The fearful crash of southern hurricanes,

In conflict shook his dart;
Fire - mountains' belchings, - Father Ocean's

The champion urged his onward course, surge,

Himself a tower of matchless force
The booming earthquake and the cannon's roar,

To execute his part.
Plaudits of Spanish ball-fights, and war-whoops
Of red men rushing on their sleeping foes,

Like Hector* in defence of Troy,
The life-blood gurgling 'neath a Malay creese, His nation's pride, his parents' joy,
The widow wailing o'er her husband's corse,

He led the thund'ring van; -Each groan of pain, each sob of agony;

While myriads follow'd to contend -Each loud or stifled sound of joy and laughter,

For life and freedom, and defend
The uncouth noise of sportive elephants,

The sacred rights of man.
The scream of eastern parrots, and the twitter
Of pairing chaffinches above your head;

But to accept priority
Christmas-fires blazing, -merry-plashing oars, Of rank, in office or degree,
Fountains that bubble in their marble cups,

He deign'd not to consent: Jagg'd plantain leaves, that whistle as they wave,

The champion of the common weal, Sweet-tinkling bells on necks of ambling mules ;

He vow'd to prosecute with zeal
Italian singers in the theatre,

This prime and sole intent.
Slim nautch-girls dancing to the harsh tom-tom,
Shepherds on Scottish or Sicilian hills;

Retired with laurels from the wars,
The infant's crowing, and the lover's kiss ;

And mark'd with honorable scars, -The lowest breath of each most tiny thing,

At home he sought relief: The slightest ripple of the smoothest brook,

But there the wailings of despair, The gentlest rustle of the lightest leaf,

That rent with doleful sounds the air, From pole to pole :

Allow'd him respite brief. All these sounds, dimly beard He witnessed on a wedding morn, (The small things near more than the biggest far,

The bridegroom, as a conscript, torn The insect's hum stifting the battle's din,).

By warriors, from his bride; Make that World-music, whereof our dull ear

“ Halt! fellow-soldiers : set him free ; Can but the smallest part discern and follow;

And I his substitute will be :"
Yet in that smallest part, how many sounds

He said ; and they complied.
Seem opposite and jarring,-distant mills
Droning their ceaseless rounds, a rattling coach, Pre-eminent in many a feat
Hoarse country-loons croaking their homeward

Of valor, he endured the heat
ditty ;

And burden of the day : The measured cawing of some ancient rook, Aping St Stephen's midnight prose ;-the shriek Of some field mouse, caught in an adder's fangs, * Homer, in the Iliad, B. 24, introduces Priam The stock-dove's gasping struggles with the extolling Hector as singularly good : apndpa mu hawk;

αγαθος, ουδε εωκει Ανδρος γε θνητου παις εμμεναι αλλα And buzzing wasps, and tapping wood-peckers ! θεοίο.

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(From the Swedish.] POETRY.

O Southern Wind, com’st thou from leafy nooks, THE LITTLE MAID AND THE FLOWERS. Silvering, with thy sweet breath, the willow

leaves, Turning them upwards to the gladdened sky?

Oh, didst thou gently pass the violet by, Sweet flowers, ye are welcome

Honoring the tears she grieves ? In the year's golden time;

Oh, hast thou, Spirit, beautiful unseen, Ah! so late have ye come,

Wander'd from valleys green, Soon the summer will shine.

Ruffling the starlit brooks,

Startling the lily, till, beneath the tides,
Say, my voice can ye hear,

Her head she hides ?
And my glance can ye see ?
Your sweet language to know,

Oh, pause one moment; here are leaves and flow. Oh, who will teach me?


And all sweet things, to gladden thee on earth; Say, whom shall I choose

Then do not hasten to yon gloomy bowers, As companion in May?

For they will mad thy mirth; To the bright father-land

Amid those fir-trees, and their fettering boughs, Who will point me the way?

Thou wilt as captive be,
And moan to the faint stars thy lonesome vows-

Oh, who will pity thee?
Choose me, said the Lily, for with a white robe
The hand of the Mother deck'd me;

O Southern Wind ! over thy wings have sighed, My jewels they are even innocence pure,

Young honeysuckles, thyme, and violets rare; And thus l'in related to thee.

Didst thou not kiss the frail things ere they died,
Vowing their parting spirits still

to bear
To gentle slumber in some mossy urn?

Or didst thou leave them, half in their despair, Choose me, said the Violet sweet, a desire

Waiting thy spring-time promise of return?
Dwells soft in my delicate blue ;
Yet gratefully cooling the warmth of my cheek, o Southern Wind! oh, haste thee not away
From above falls the pure tender dew.

Whither the desolate ivy yearly climbs
Higher and higher up the turret gray ;

In her defiance of all years and climes,
Choose me, said the Rose, for truly to guard She will but send thee sadly on thy way,

Thy youth's tender blossom aye free, With some old legend of ber mournful times. Through modesty holy, without a regret, But if, sweet pilgrim, onward thou must stray, Sweet maiden, this will I teach thee. Oh, murmur through yon limes,

Or by the willows, they will bend aside *" Allons, eufans de la patrie, arrivé

Their boughs, nor check thy pride. J. B. Le jour de gloire est !”Hymne des Marseillois. “ Parle, demande, disait le représentant en

A SONG FROM AFAR. mission auprés de l'armeé où servait Latour d'Auvergne; tu connais mon credit; que me de

BY FREDERICH VON MATTHISON. mandes-tu ? Moi? répondit négligemment le brave Latour. Oui, toi même. Eh bien ! fais moi don When thou at eventide art sitting ner une paire de souliers ; j'en ai qui ne valent Amidst the forest's lonely shade,

And seest there a shadow Aitting It seems obvious to remark, that the fame of With smiles to thee across the glade, – Latour d'Auvergne, like that of Chevalier Bay Oh think the spirit of thy friend ard, Sir William Wallace, Washington, and other Hath travelled there with thine to blend! patriots of renown, is not qualified by the circumstance of his maintaining lhe independence of his When moonlight in the sky is beaming, country; but it is solely derived from the lustre And thou art musing of thy love, of his own uniform disinterestedness and magna. While music from the birds is streaming nimity in his arduous career.

All up and down the leafy grove,



plus rien."





Then when thy thoughts swell to a sigh,
Believe my spirit hath come nigh.
When thou in dreamy thought art straying

Far back in memory's fairy land,
And feelest breezes round thee playing,

With Zephyr's kiss, on lip and hand;
And if thy taper's flame doth bend,
It is the spirit of thy friend.
When resting in thy cot at even,

As many stars above thee shine,
Thou hearest whisper'd in the heaven

Our plighted words,—“For ever thine,"— Then, in thy slumberings, believe My spirit is with thee that eve.



[From the German of F. Rückert.] Fantasy, the giantess, did sit

On a hill;
Near beside her came the dwarf called Wit,

Time to kill;
A doubtful glance

Was cast askance
By Common-sense, a decent man,
Waiting till the game began.
Fantasy rose half up in the sky,

Seized a star;
Swung it till the sparks began to fly
Near and far :
Then came Wit,
Pounced on it,
In his pocket at a dash
Clapped it, quick as lightning-flash.
Fantasy then with her hand took hold

Of a cloud,
And its vapors round her shoulders rolled

For a shroud;
Wil doth go,

Hides below,
Twists a corner all awry,
Laughs outright and wipes his eye.
Fantasy with thundering voice doth shout;

Wit is dumb;
Then she stops; the dwarf then whistles out,
And doth hum :-


Hurries thence,
And says he, This won't suit me,-

W. It's going to end in Poetry.

Fly far away, ye birds of evil doom !

All in this boat to Love and Joy belong! Come, comrades, we who see it leave its home

Will cheer its voyage by our joyous song. The Loves hang wreaths of Aowers in joyfulness

Around the mast, and ply their busy hands; To the chaste Sisters we our vows address;

And, at the helm, see, gentle Friendship stands. Bacchus himself, with all his train, is come,

And sportive Pleasure hastes to join the throng; Come, comrades, we who see it leave its home

Will cheer its voyage by our joyous song. And see ! while thus we speed our voyage on,

Thus Fortune comes and blesses Viriue mild, And prays that all the good that she has done

May be repaid upon this gentle child. Sure, then, from this, that, wheresoe'er we roam, Just heaven will guard our favor'd boat from

wrong; Come, comrades, we who see it leave its home Will cheer its voyage by our joyous song.

E. B. C.


From the Literary Gazette.

WHERE sleep the dead, whose living tones fill'd

earth with dreams of heaven Where to their loved and precious dust has dust

at last been givenWhere do they rest whose honor'd names breath'd

ever of renown, They of the burning heart and mind, they of the

laurel crown? Some lie beneath the sculptured tombs, beneath

the holy shade Of England's old cathedral-walls, wherein our

fathers pray'd, And marble statues stand around, and o'er them

banners wave, And chisellid flowers in beauty bend above each

hallow'd grave. And some lie on a foreign shore, far from their

childhood's home, And only by their place of rest the stranger's step

may roain, And only the dark cypress-tree is left to mark the

spot Where one may sleep whose blessed tones can

never be forgot. And many lie beneath the sod, the village-church

around, Without a stone to tell us where their green beds

may be found; Neglected and alone they seem, and yet it is not

so, Though seldom to their quiet graves earth's wan

derers may go. Where sleeps the dust of those whose thoughts

are not by death laid low? Where are the tombs of genius seen ?-wbat mat

ters it to know. Think rather of the place of rest the mighty dead

must find, And shrines that never may decay, in every

thoughtful mind.



"Voyez, amis, cette barque legere,

Qui de la vie essaie encore les fots,”' &c.
See, Friend, this little bark, it scarcely dares

To try the untravers'd waves of life's wide sea ; Frail is the passenger, methinks, it bears;

Come, let us guide it in its first assay; Mark how the waves around it dash and foam !

Mark, from the shore they bear it light along; Come, comrades, we who see it leave its home

Will cheer its voyage by our joyous song. Already blows the breeze of Destiny,

Already Hope has sped the swelling sail, Bright are the stars that twinkle in the sky,

And calm the sea, unruffled by the gale.


PRIZES OF THE FRENCH ACADEMY.-The annual | individuals have to bestow-nor that the examsitting of the French Academy, for the distribu-ple of such encouragement is without its uses. tion of the prizes in its award, was held on the But our objection is to the institution of such 29th ult., when the prize of Eloquence proposed rewards as motives to the practice of the virtues. by the Academy itself, -the subject of which on The virtue which has no better foundation the presont occasion was a Discours sur Voltaire, changes its character at once, and will gradually was awarded to M. Harel,-known, hitherto, in degenerate till the community suffer seriously by the literary world only as the author of some dra- the mixed sense and low standard of morality matic attempts. This discourse was highly spok. introduced. The society that cultivates its vir. en of by M. Villemain, who reported on the tues for a price is not far enough removed, for prizes; and is still more highly praised in other safety, from the community that takes the price and very competent quarters. The first of the of its shame. The common motive is a dangerhistorical prizes was continued to M. Augustinous approximation; and it will be found, in the Thierry (who already held it, for his Recit des end, that circumstance will decide too often on Temps Merovingiens); and the second was also the direction in which the reward, so made comconfirmed to its present possessor, M. Bazin, for mon, shall be sought. It may be well to honor his Histoire de France sous Louis XIII. The David Lacroix, who has saved 117 lives, and re. great Monthyon prize of 6,000 fr. was given to ward Pierre Thian, who has lost the power to the pere Gregoire Girard, a Franciscan monk of labor in rescuing persons from the Tarn and the Friburg, for his work entitled De l'Enseignement Gironde. These are exceptional cases, and regulier de la langue materne!le ; and prizes were cases in which pecuniary assistance was directly awarded of 3,000 fr. to M. Egron for his Liore needed and had been 'nobly earned. But the de l'Oudrier; 2,000 fr. to M. Halevy for his Re- Academy should not be called on to crown a cueil de Fables; and 2,000 fr. to M. Vander-Burch man for being honest, or a woman for being for his Carriole d'Osier. Other minor literary chaste. That must be a sickly state of society, prizes were distributed, and the Monthyon prizes in which such qualities merit crowns. To pa. of Virtue we do not report. In our opinion, rade virtues like these is to degrade them at the though unquestionably reflecting on their author time, and endanger them afterwards ; and some the honor of the highest intentions, they are ob. curious examples have been mentioned, in which jectionable in principle. Virtue is made, in their the act of crowning by the Academy has led to ordination, far too theatrical a matter, and taught the immediate tarnishing of the crown which it to look for her rewards in the wrong direction. had conferred. The virtue, which had simplici. A trade exposition, with its medals and prizes, is ty for its character and privacy for its fitting ele. a useful institution, proposing such stimulants as ment, dragged into a stage-light, and covered are appropriate to the subjects with which it with tinsel, forgot its quality, and was not strong deals. Operatives labor, and manufacturers in- enough to resist the seduction to which it had vent, for the express sake of the temporal ben-been exposed by the very fact of its exhibition efices which they can earn ; but an annual exhi- “ i' the Capitol.” In all cases, even where the bition of the virtues, competing for honorary reward is legitimate, the theatrical exhibition rewards, would be one of the most offensive and were best avoided. The material reward should demoralizing things possible. It is not that some be considered but subsidiary honor, whereas the of the cases, in particular, which the Academy parade and circumstances with which it is behas crowned, are not well deserving of such re- stowed, put it in the first place. If it be proposed wards and encouragements as governments or to answer us with an allusion to the prizes given

by bodies like our Royal Humane Society, we PHOTOGRAPHY.-Permit me, through the col. say they are not cases in point. The Royal Hu. umns of the Athenæum, to make known to the mane Society is an institution, having an eco- admirers of the Photogenic art a most brilliant nomic object, and working with such materials improvement in the Energiatype process of Mr. as it can find. Its purpose is, not to blazon virtue, Hunt. It is as follows :-Having prepared the but to save life; and it addresses itself to such paper according to his directions, and submitted mixed motives as are known to exist and likely it to the action of the sun's rays in the camera, to help it in carrying its useful object. Its mean- it must be removed and dexterously immersed ings are positive, and the services it pays pre-into a vessel containing a spiritous solution of scribed ; and in giving its own testimonial it the essential oils of cassia and cloves ; and as makes no pretension to place an academical soon as the spirit has permeated the texture of crown (in France it may almost be called a na. the paper, which will be in the space of a few tional one) on the head of some hardy mariner or moments, it must be taken out, and, with the village-girl, summoned up to play the part of Peas- quickness of thought, laid fiat on a piece of plate ant-Virtue, in a masque performed before the loun- glass, and kept pressed in that position by means gers of the metropolis.-Athenæum.

of blotting paper saturated with the same solu

tion for an hour or two. The result is, as Manufacture of Iron.—The application of doubtless you will have anticipated, a picture electricity, to supersede several of the expen- beautifully delineated, with brilliant metallic sive processes in the manufacture of iron, bas, lines of silver, for wherever the nitrate remains it is stated, been tried in the Welsh and Derby- unacted upon by the light and other reagents shire furnaces with satisfactory results. It ap- made use of the oils (as in the new process lately pears that the costly fuel and labor required for published in your periodical for the manufacture the purification of the ore from sulphur, phos- of mirrors, and which, by the way, suggested phorus, and subtle elements, create its high the present application,) throw down the silver market value, and these being all electro-nega. in the metallic state.

Not having time to carry tive, have induced the new process, whereby out the thing myself to any extent, I beg leave the impure stream of metal, after flowing from to present it to the public.-And remain, &c.the blast in the moment of consolidation, is subjec. Athenæum.

J.D. ted to a powerful voltaic battery, which so disengages the impure components that in the pro

EdE'S NEWLY INVENTED ROYAL HERALDIC INK cess of puddling they are readily extracted.

-of which a packet, with the requisite accomNewcastle Advertiser.

panying apparatus of stamp, &c., has recently

been submitted to our inspection-meets with Cassini.—The Comte de Cassini has presented distinguishing pri perties of this valuable chemi

our hearty approbation, in consequence of the to the library of Clermont the statue of his ances- cal preparation, which are, its brilliancy of color, tor, Jean Dominique Cassini. The illustrious as its freedom from all corrosive effects on every tronomer is represented meditating the composi: fipeness of linen, and its absolute indelibility. By tion of the Memoir in which he gives an account of his recent discoveries of the satellites of Saturn. meanis of a peculiarly executed stamp, the im. -Athenæum.

pression of names or cyphers (in fac-simile, if wished), crests, &c., is produced with surprising

facility, and with a degree of neatness and preGAMBIA AND SENEGAL.-A commission sent cision unattainable by pen or pencil. The comout, last year, by the French Governor of Sene- pactness and elegance of the apparatus, combined gal, to explore the course of the River Falémé, with economy of cost, recommend it equally to and the gold mines lying in the lands watered the aristocracy, to the lady in her boudoir, and by that stream and its tributaries, having com to the public at large.Lit. Gaz. pleted its labors by an examination of the upper course of the Gambia, the Ministry of the Marine,

Cow-FEED.-M. Dumas made a report on some in France, is preparing for publication a memoir of M. Raffenel, a member of the Mission, which experiments made by M. Boussaingault, relative is said to resolve, on data quite new, the question M. Boussaingault, states that two cows which

to the feeding of cows with beet root and potatoes. of the alleged junction between the upper streams

were fed exclusively on beet root, fell off in flesh of the Gambia and Senegal.–Athenæum.

in seventeen days nearly one-sixth, and their

milk diminished from eight to ten litres per day BRIDGE AT WARSAW. :-The progress of the to five litres. They were then turned into pasgreat bridge over the Vistula, which has been re- ture, and soon resumed their former weight, and tarded from the deficiency of funds, has received gave the former quantity of milk. They were an accelerated movement, owing to a very curi. next fed exclusively on potatoes, when they fell ous circumstance, which, in the days of supersti-off still more in Aesh than they had done with tion, must have conferred a character of great beet root, and the milk was reduced to two litres sanctity on the work; the Saints themselves each per day. On being placed on a mixed food have provided the needful. In proceeding to the of hay, chopped straw, beet root, and potatoes, demolition of a small and very ancient cath- tbey again recovered their flesh, and gave the olic chapel, to clear the approach on the Warsaw former quantity of milk. The conclusions of this side, two barrels filled with ba's of fine gold gentleman are, that beet root and potatoes do not have been discovered. The value is estimated perform the part usually imputed to them, of fatat a million and a half of forins (upwards of tening cattle, or increasing the quantity of the £150,000 sterling), and the whole has been ap- milk of cows. His experiments show ihat this propriated to the completion of the bridge.-Athe- is the case, when this food is given to the exneum.

clusion of all others.-Alhendum.

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