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with work for rainy days, Winter in- proofs, that we are most benignly, as dustry is the best cheerer of winter well as wonderfully, constructed ! The gloom, and fire-side contrivances for cutting and irritating grain of sand, summer use, bring summer sunshine which by accident or incaution has got and a genial inner warmth, which the within the shell, incites the living infriendly hearth-blaze may conspire mate to secrete from its own resources with, but cannot bestow or compen- the means of coating the intrusive subsate.

stance. And is it not, or may it not A splenetic friend of mine, who was be, even so, with the irregularities and fond of outraging a truth by some unévennesses of health and fortune in whimsical hyperbole, in his way of ex our own case? We, too, may turn dispressing it, gravely gave it out as his eases into pearls. The means and maopinion, that beauty and genius were terials are within ourselves; and the but diseases of the consumptive and process is easily understood. By a law scrofulous order. He would not carry common to all animal life, we are init further ; but yet, he must say, that capable of attending for any continuhe had observed that very good people, ance to an object, the parts of which persóns of unusual virtue and benevo- äre indistinguishable from each other, lence, were in general afflicted with or to a series, where the successive weak or restless nerves ! After yield- links are only numerically different. ing him the expected laugh for the Nay, the more broken and irritating, oddity of the remark, I reminded him, (as, for instance, the fractious noise of that if his position meant any thing, the dashing of a lake on its border, the converse must be true, and we compared with the swell of the sea on ought to have Helens, Medicæan Ve- a calm evening,) the more quickly does nuses, Shakespeares, Raphaels, How- it exhaust our power of noticing it. ards, Clarksons, and Wilberforces by The tooth-ache, where the suffering is thousands; and the assemblies and not extreme, often finds its speediest pump-rooms at Bath, Harrowgate, and cure in the silent pillow; and graduCheltenham, rival the conversazioni in ally destroys our attention to itself by the Elysian Fields. Since then, how- preventing us from attending to any ever, I have often recurred to the por- thing else. From the same cause, tion of truth, that lay at the bottom many a lonely patient listens to his of my friend's conceit. It cannot be moans, till he forgets the pain that ocdenied, that ill health, in a degree be, casioned them. The attention attenu low direct pain, yet distressfully af- ates, as its sphere contracts. But this fecting the sensations, and depressing it does even to a point, where the perthe animal spirits, and thus leaving son's own state of feeling, or any parthe nervous system too sensitive to ticular set of bodily sensations, are the pass into the ordinary state of feeling, direct object. The slender thread windand forcing us to live in alternating ing in narrower and narrower circles positives, is* a hot-bed for whatever round its source and centre, ends at germs, and tendencies, whether in length in a chrysalis, a dormitory withhead or heart, have been planted there in which the spinner undresses himindependently.

self in his sleep, soon to come forth Surely, there is nothing fanciful in quite a new creature. considering this as a providential pro So it is in the slighter cases of sufvision, and as one of the countless fering, where suspension is extinction,

Perhaps it confirms while it limits this theory, that it is chiefly verified in men whose genius and pursuits are eminently subjective, where the mind is intensely watchful of its own acts and shapings, thinks, while it feels, in order to understand, and then to generalize that feeling ; above all, where all the powers of the mind are called into action, simultaneously, and yet severally, while in men of equal, and perhaps deservedly equal celebrity, whose pursuits are objective and universal, demanding the energies of attention and abstraction, as in mechanics, mathematics, and all departments of physics and physiology, the very contrary would seem to be exemplified. Shakespeare died at 53, and probably of a decline ; and in one of his sonnets he speaks of himself as grey and prematurely old; and Milton, who suffered from infancy those intense head-aches which ended in blindness, insinuates that he was free from pain, or the anticipation of pain. On the other hand, the Newtons and Leibnitzes have, in general, been not only long-lived, but men of robust health.


or followed by long intervals of ease. generalize them, a process that to a But where the unsubdued causes are certain extent implies, and in a still ever on the watch to renew the pain, greater degree excites and introduces that thus forces our attention in upon the act and power of abstracting the ourselves, the same barrenness and thoughts and images from their origimonotony of the object that in minor nal cause, and of reflecting on them grievances lulled the mind into obli- with less and less reference to the invion, now goads it into action by the dividual suffering that had been their restlessness and natural impatience of first subject. The vis medicatrix of vacancy. We cannot perhaps divert Nature is at work for us in all our fathe attention ; our feelings will still culties and habits, the associate, reform the main subject of our thoughts. productive, comparative, and combiBut something is already gained, if, natory. instead of attending to our sensations, That this source of consolation and we begin to think of them. But in or- support may be equally in your power der to this, we must reflect on these as in mine, but that you may never thoughts—or the same sameness will have occasion to feel equally grateful soon sink them down into mere feel- for it, as I have, and do in body and ing. And in order to sustain the act estate, is the fervent wish of your afof reflection on our thoughts, we are fectionate obliged more and more to compare and



When my eyes were closed, I heard

by the attendants that my friend had I had been for some time ill of a left the room, and I soon after found, low and lingering fever. My strength the undertakers were preparing to hagradually wasted, but the sense of life bit me in the garments of the grave, seemed to become more and more acute Their thoughtlessness was more awful as my corporeal powers became weake than the grief of my friends. They er. I could see by the looks of the laughed at one another as they turned doctor that he despaired of my reco me from side to side, and treated what very; and the soft and whispering sor- they believed a corpse, with the most row of my friends, taught me that I appalling ribaldry. had nothing to hope.

When they had laid me out, these One day towards the evening, the wretches retired, and the degrading crisis took place.- was seized with formality of affected mourning coma strange and indescribable quivering, menced. For three days, a number of a rushing sound was in my ears, friends called to see me.- I heard them, I saw around my couch innumerable in low accents, speak of what I was; strange faces; they were bright and and more than one touched me with visionary, and without bodies. There his finger. On the third day, some was light, and solemnity, and I tried of them talked of the smell of corrupto move, but could not. For a short tion in the room. time a terrible confusion overwhelined The coffin was procured I was me, and when it passed off, all my lifted and laid in-My friend placed recollection returned with the most my head on what was deemed its last perfect distinctness, but the power of pillow, and I felt his tears drop on motion had departed. I heard the my face. sound of weeping at my pillow-and When all who had any peculiar inthe voice of the nurse say, “ He is terest in me, had for a short time lookdead.”—I cannot describe what I felt ed at me in the coffin, I heard them at these words.- I exerted my utmost retire; and the undertaker's men plapower of volition to stir myself, but I ced the lid on the coffin, and screwed could not move even an eyelid." After it down. There were two of them a short pause my friend drew near; present--one had occasion to go away and sobbing, and convulsed with grief, before the task was done. I heard the drew his hand over my face, and closed fellow who was left begin to whistle my eyes. The world was then dark as he turned the screw-nails; but he ened, but I still could hear, and feel, checked himself, and completed the and suffer.

work in silence.

I was then left aloue,-every one felt the hands of some dreadial being shunned the room. I knew, however, working about my throat. They dragthat I was not yet buried ; and though ged me out of the coffin by the head. darkened and motionless, I had still I felt again the living air, but it was hope ;- but this was not permitted piercingly cold; and I was carried long. The day of interment arrived swiftly away-I thought to judgment, -I felt the coffin lifted and borne perhaps perdition. away-I heard and felt it placed in When borne to some distance, I the hearse.—There was a crowd of was then thrown down like a clod-it people around; some of them spoke was not upon the ground. A moment sorrowfully of me. The hearse be- after I found myself on a carriage ; gan to move I knew that it carried and, by the interchange of two or me to the grave. It halted, and the three brief sentences, I discovered that coffin was taken out-I felt myself I was in the hands of two of those carried on shoulders of men, by the robbers who live by plundering the inequality of the motion-A pause en grave, and selling the bodies of pasued—I heard the cords of the coffin rents, and children, and friends. One moved—I felt it swing as dependent of the men sung snatches and scraps by them-It was lowered, and rested of obscene songs, as the cart rattled on the bottoin of the grave-The over the pavement of the streets. cords were dropped upon the lid I When it halted, I was lifted out, heard them fall.-- Dreadful was the and I soon perceived, by the closeness effort I then made to exert the power of the air, and the change of temperaof action, but my whole frame was im- ture, that I was carried into a room ; moveable.

and, being rudely stripped of my Soon after, a few handfuls of earth shroud, was placed naked on a table. were thrown upon the coffin-Then By the conversation of the two fellows there was another pause--after which with the servant who admitted them, the shovel was employed, and the sound I learnt that I was that night to be of the rattling mould, as it covered me, dissected. was far more tremendous than thun My eyes were still shut, I saw noder. But I could make no effort. The thing; but in a short time I heard, by sound gradually became less and less, the bustle in the room, that the stuand by a surging reverberation in the dents of anatomy were assembling. coffin, I knew that the grave was filled Some of them came round the table, up, and that the sexton was treading and examined me minutely. They were in the earth, slapping the grave with pleased to find that so good a subject the flat of his spade. This too ceased, had been procured. The demonstraand then all was silent.

tor himself at last came in. I had no means of knowing the lapse Previous to beginning the dissecof time, and the silence continued. tion, he proposed to try on me some This is death, thought I, and I am galvanic experiment—and an apparadoomed to remain in the earth till the tus was arranged for that purpose. resurrection. Presently the body will The first shock vibrated through all fall into corruption, and the epicurean my nerves: they rung and jangled like worm, that is only satisfied with the the strings of a harp. The students flesh of man, will come to partake of expressed their admiration at the conthe banquet that has been prepared for vulsive effect. The second shock threw him with so much solicitude and care. my eyes open, and the first person I In the contemplation of this hideous saw was the doctor who had attended thought, I heard a low and under- me. But still I was as dead: I could, sound in the earth over me, and I fan- however, discover among the students cied that the worms and the reptiles the faces of many with whom I was. of death were coming—that the mole familiar; and when my eyes were and the rat of the grave would soon be opened, I heard my name pronounced upon me. The sound continued to by several of the students, with an grow louder and nearer. Can it be accent of awe and compassion, and a possible, I thought, that my friends wish that it had been some other subsuspect they have buried me too soon? ject. The hope was truly like light bursting When they had satisfied themselves through the gloom of denth.

with the galvanic phenomena, the deThe sound ceased, and presently I monstrator took the knise, and pierced

me on the bosom with the point. I up-my trance ended. The utmost felt a dreadful crackling, as it were, exertions were made to restore me, throughout my whole frame- con- and in the course of an hour I was in vulsive shuddering instantly followed, the full possession of all my faculties. and a shriek of horror rose from all present. The ice of death was broken


THERE once was an Emperor (so says my story,)
Not so fond of his ease, as he was of his glory:
Dwelt near him an Abbot, who, (rightly enough,
To my fancy,) deem'd glory but łatulent stuff.
The first was a warrior, nursed in the field,
And had oft, for a pillow, made use of his shield ;-
On black bread and water contented to dine,
'Twas seldom he tasted a drop of good wine.
Such a life had ill suited the man of the gown ;-
For he always reposed on the softest of down;
Like the full moon his face, as became his vocation,
Which betray'd but few symptoms of mortification !
Why, or wherefore, I know not, but leave you to judge,
The Emperor ow'd our good Abbot a grudge ;
So, returning one day from his usual ride,
Réclined in his arbour the priest he espied :-
And, checking his barb, in his fullest career,
He accosted the servant of Christ with a sneer,
“Holy father, how fare ye? Those quellers of sin,
Long fasts, I perceive, do not make a man thin!
“Since your life must be dull, and your pastimes are few,
You will thank me for finding you something to do.-
Your worship’s vast learning we, all of us, know ;
Nay, 'tis rumour’d, Sir Priest, you can hear the grass grow.
That such talents should rust, were a pity, indeed !
So, I give you three exquisite riddles to read :
To each of my questions, (as surely you can, sir,)
At the end of three months, you will find the true answer.

my crown on my head, in my costliest robe,
When I sit on my throne, with my sceptre and globe,
Resolve me, most learned of prelates on earth,
How much, to a farthing, thy emperor's worth?
“ The problem I next to your wisdom propound,
Is, how long it would take one to ride the world round?
To a minute compute it, without more or less;
For this is a trifle you'll easily guess !
“And then I expect you to tell me my thought,
When next to my presence, Lord Abbot, you're brought;
And, whatever it be, it must prove a delusion,-
Some error in judgment, or optic illusion !
“Now, unless you shall answer these questions, I ween,
Your lördship the last of your abbey has seen:
And I'll have you paraded all over the land,
On the back of an ass, with his tail in your hand !"-
Off gallop'd the autocrat, laughing outright,
And left the good man in a sorrowful plight;-
Alarm’d and confounded, his anguish was such,
That no thief on his trial e'er trembled as much!

In vain he appeal'd to both Weimar and Gotha,
But they could not assist him a single iota ;
And, though he had fee'd all the faculties round him,
The faculties left him as wise as they found him.
Now, Timė, the Impostor, was at his old tricks,
Turning hours into days, and then days into weeks ;
Then weeks into months,-ti!l the term was at hand,
Assign'd by the Despot's capricious command !
With musing, and fretting, ground down to the bone,
He wander'd about in the fields, all alone;
And, in one of these rambles, when most at a loss,
On his shepherd, Hans Beudix, he happen'd to cross.-
“Lord Abbot,” cried Hans, “ I guess all is not right!
Why so clouded that brow, which, till late, was so bright?
To your faithful Hans Beudix vouchsafe to impart
The trouble, that inwardly preys on your heart.!”–

Alas, my good Beudix, the Emperor's Grace
Has made thy poor master's a pitiful case !
He has given me three pestilent cob-nuts to crack,
Would puzzle Old Nick, with his Dam at his back!
“For the first, when array'd in his costliest robe,
On his throne, with his crown, and his sceptre, and globe,
Must I, the most luckless of Prelates on earth,
Compute, to a farthing, his Highness's worth !
The problem he, secondly, deign’d to propound,
Is, how long it would take him to ride the world round ?
And this, to a minute, without more or less ;-
He said, 'twas a trifle, quite easy to guess !

And, last, he expects me to tell him his thought,
When next to his Highness's presence I'm brought ;
And, whatever it be, it must prove a delusion,
Some error in judgment, or optic illusion !
“And, unless I these precious conundrums explain,
He swears, I shall ne'er see my Abbey again :-
And, he'll have me paraded all over the land,
On the back of an ass, with his tail in my hand !"-
“ What, no more?” quoth Hans Beudix,-" Then, write me an apc,
If I don't get your Reverence out of this scrape.
Just lend me your mantle, your crozier, and mitre,
And you'll find that old Beudix may still bite the biter !
“ It is true,-in book-learning I'm not very far gone,
Not a whit do I know of your heathenish jargon ;
But old mother Nature has given me that,
Which the greatest of scholars can't always come at !".
My Lord Abbot's countenance rose, as he spoke,
And to Beudix he handed his mitre and cloak;
Who, arm'd with the crozier, repair'd to the Court,
Assuming his master's right reverend port.
The Emperor, clad in his costliest robe,
On his throne, with his crown, and his sceptre, and globe,
Thus address'd him,-" Thou wisest of Prelates on earth,
Resolve, to a farthing, how much I am worth !"
“ For thirty rix-dollars the Saviour was sold,
And, with all your gay trappings of purple and gold,
Twenty-nine is your price :-you'll not take it amiss,
If I judge that your value must fall short of his !”.

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