PINKERTON has said that a good history and description of the Bermudas might afford a pleasing addition to the geographical library; but there certainly are not materials for such a work. The island, since the time of its discovery, has experienced so very few vicissitudes, the people have been so indolent, and their trade so limited, that there is but little which the historian could amplify into importance; and, with respect to the natural productions of the country, the few which the inhabitants can be induced to cultivate, are so common in the West Indies, that they have been described by every naturalist who has written any account of those islands. It is often asserted by the transatlantic politicians, that this little colony deserves more attention from the mother-country than it receives, and it certainly possesses advantages of situation, to which we should not be long insensible if it were once in the hands of an enemy. I was told by a celebrated friend of Washington, at New York, that they had formed a plan for its capture, towards the conclusion of the American War; with the intention (as he expressed himself of making it a nest of hornets for the annoyance of British trade in that part of the world. And there is no doubt, it lies so fairly in the track to the West Indies, that an enemy might with ease convert it into a very harassing impediment. The plan of Bishop Berkeley for a college at Bermuda, where American savages might be converted and educated, though concurred in by the government of the day, was a wild and useless speculation. Mr Hamilton, who was governor of the island some years since, proposed, if I mistake not, the establishment of a marine academy for the instruction of those children of West Indians, who might be intended for any nautical employment. This was a more rational idea, and for something of this nature the island is admirably calculated. But the plan should be much more extensive, and embrace a general system of education, which would entirely remove the alternative in which the colonists are involved at present, of either sending their sons to England for instruction, or entrusting them to colleges in the States of America, where ideas by no means favourable to Great Britain are very sedulously inculcated. The women of Bermuda, though not generally handsome, have an affectionate languor in their look and manner, which is always interesting. What the French imply by their epithet aimante seems very much the character of the young Bermudian girls-that predisposition to loving, which, without being awakened by any particular object, diffuses itself through the general manner in a tone of tenderness that never fails to fascinate. The men of the island, I con To the kindest, the dearest-ob! judge by the tear, 'T was thus, by the shade of a calabash-tree, Oh! say, do you thus, in the luminous hour Last night, when we came from the calabash-tree, The friends, who were dear and beloved before, fess, are not very civilized; and the old philosopher, who imagined that, after this life, men would be changed into males, and women into turtle-doves, would find the metamorphosis in some degree anticipated at Bermuda. Mountains of Sicily, upon which Daphnis, the first inventor of bucolic poetry, was nursed by the nymphs. See the lively description of these mountains in DIODORUS SICULUS, lib.iv. Hata rap opn κατά την Σικελίαν εςιν, ά φασι κάλλει, κ. τ. λ 2 A ship, ready to sail for England. Yet pleasant the swell of those billows would be, LOVE AND REASON. Quand l'homme commence à raisonner, il cesse de sentir." J. J. ROUSSEAU.' "T WAS in the summer-time so sweet, When hearts and flowers are both in season, That-who, of all the world, should meet, One early dawn, but Love and Reason! Love told his dream of yester-night, While Reason talk'd about the weather; The morn, in sooth, was fair and bright, And on they took their way together. The boy in many a gambol flew, While Reason like a Juno stalk'd, And from her portly figure threw A lengthen'd shadow as she walk'd. No wonder Love, as on they pass'd, Should find that sunny morning chill, For still the shadow Reason cast Fell on the boy, and cool'd him still. In vain he tried his wings to warm, WAS it the moon, or was it morning's ray, While thus I lay, in this voluptuous calm, |