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when, in the middle of it, the litile urchins EARLY MUSICAL EDUCATION IN
burst into the must harmonious melody, each GERMANY.
taking his part, soprano, tenor, bass, &c., with In visiting the school at Schwalbach, the exquisi
at Schwalbach the exquisite corrertness. I saw thein junip up,
and linking each other's arms in true school* first room we came to was that of the girls, || who were all learning astronomy. A strange
| boy fashion, sally down the street, vocifera
| ting their song in such time and tune, that, preparation thought I, for the after-life of a Nassau female. Who would think that the
but for my initiation into the mystery at the, walkiny masscs, balf gr ss, balf woman, one
Schwalbacb school, I should have stared at meets every day in the fields and lanes, would
them as so many little wonders. What a be able to tell whether the earth moved delightful system is this music! as early and round the sun, or the sun round the earth, or as indispensable a branch of education as the if the moon were auy bigger than their own |
A B C.-Souvenirs of a Summer in Germany. rea ping-hooks? We asked the master to allow us to hear them sing. Great was the
For the Miscellany. delight of the little madchens when this re
DEATH OF MOSES. quest was made known; there was an universal brightening of faces and shufling of
BY EMILLIA. leaves; the pedagogue took down an old violin from a peg where it hung, aud accompa The last of sorrow and distress, nied their sweet voices in a pretty, simple
The last of care and loneliness,
He e'er should see were passed away, air, which they sung in parts and from the
And naught but heaven before him lay. notes.
The next room was full of little boys be Had he not stood before the throne tween six and eight years of age. They
Of Egypt's proud unyielding one?
Strong in the might of Israel's God sang a hymn for us, the simple words of
The sea's dark floor majestic trod? which were very touching. As I stood be
O'er cheerless wastes of desert sands hind one dear little fellow, “hardly higher Had he not led his Hebrew bands? than the table," I understood how it was
And when o'er Sinai's Mount serere,
Flashed lurid lightnings brightly clear, that the Germans were a nation of musi
Had he not stood alone with Him, cians, and that, in listening to the rude songs
Compared with whom all else is dim. of the peasants at their work, the ear is neve And held, in converse pure and high, er shocked by the drawling, untaught style Close intercourse with Deity? of the saine class of people in our countries.
Once, sorely pressed, he had betrayed From the time they are able to lisp, they are Distrust in the Almighty's aid, made to sing by note. My little friend in And so had sinned-he might not stand the ragged blouse, and all the other children, Upon that long-sought promised laud; had the music as well as the words they
He might behold it from afar,
But yet, he should not enter there. were singing, in their bands, written on sheets of paper; they followed the time as o call not thou his doom severe! correctly as possible, marking with their lit
For him a holier rest was near
Than earthly Canaans could affordtle fingers on the page the crotchets, quavers,
Rest in the bosum of his Lord. rests, &c.
Enough of trial he hath known, At Leipsic, the most un-English trait I Now let him to his rest begoue! gathered during my speculations at the win
Afflictions yet before them lay, dow this evening, was a group of little boys
And dangers darken all their way;
Ard is it meet he should remain. playing in the grass-plot outside. They
Miilst toil, and weariness, and pain, were all poor, and a few stockingless, and To mingle in the storming fight? were engaged in some uproarous game, To meet the buttle's i ushing might?
O'er heaps of slaughtered focs to tread?
Land of the olive and the vine,
Sereuely sweet the morring light Bathed in its flood the mountalu's height; Canaan's rich valley's caught its ray, And laughed in beauty to the dayBright tinshed he waves of Jordan's stream In the proud sun's rejoicing beam; The song of birds was in the air, High waved the palm trees foliage fair, Rich olive groves and vineyards bright Seemed radiant in the morning light, That beamed in cloudless brightness o'er Fair Canaan's rich and blooming shore.
Far to the right there lay ouspread
- But who is he, who all alone Towards Pixgah's summit journeys on? Age l'as not bowed his form-his eye Beams with unearthly mnjesty; . His step, elasric, firin, and free, Heems that of youth alone to be A pepsive, solemn, sweetness lies, Deep in his ea'm and thoughtful eyeg And his pure brow upraised the while, Toward heaven is beaming with a smile, So calm, so sweet, 'two ud seem that heaven Its radiance to Chiat smile had given.
--- There did his eye prophetic trace The fu. ure dwelling of his raceThe time when Zion's harp should be Attuned tu sacred minstrelsyWhen God, who ligh o'er all doth dwell • In glory unapproachable,
Would deign to find himself a place
Can this be he whose form ere while,
And so he died-no mortai eye
Yes, this is he, look on him now, How radiant is his placid brow! His eye low heavenly, low sereno, Whai m jesty is in his mien! As up, far up, towards yon blue sky He journey, all alone to diel
It was a tranquil place of rest, His omab in Pisguh's peaceful breast. Far up above the uvise, the strite, And din of ever restless lifeWhere the will shout of battle there, Could ne'er disturb the tranquil air, Amid thus penceful heights untrod, Laid gently by the hand of God To rest, in such a holy spot, Obl was not his a blessed lot? April 9th, 1852.
On lisgal's top at last he stands, And views afur fuir Canamu's laude.
STOTHARD, THE PAINTER.
sculpture. The contrast of subject and style
are without end No one has so well enterStothard holds a place of his own amongst ed into the spirit of De Foe as Stothard in Royal Acaderricians and painters at large bis delineations of Robinson Crusoe; fev His was a five mind condescending to things men living or dead could have rivalled the of low estate. Flaxman honored his genius; consummate skill with which the tale of the yet it was a genius that busied itself often Canterbury Pilgrims is told in Stothard's with the smallest labors, and deemed noth-world famous portraiture of Chaucer's group; ing too humble for the lofty purposes of art. yet the hand that accomplished these lasThere was no limit to the resources and ting and incomparable works was quite at achievements of his luxuriant and creative home, and eminently successful, in the paintpencil. At his death ten thousand differenting of a common transparency, in the Green designs remained to testify to the facility of Park, for the Waterloo Jubilee. his invention and to the extraordinary extent Like Michael Angelo and Hogarth, Stothof his range. It is difficult to say what sub-lard drew without models, but he was a rare ject he did not illustrate in the course of his I walker out of doors, and an indefatigable labors. He went through a whole course observer of nature. He went nowhere withof English Literature, beginning without a sketchbook, and nothing struck his eye Chaucer, and stopping only with inę n or his fancy that was not immediately trans. erva Press of his own time; and, while he ferred to it. His biographer tells us that added something yet to our conceptions of she repom
"he recommended this practice to othe: 8 Shakspeare and Milton, he could also digni.
ign with the injunction never to alter anything fy and adorn the tale in which Rosa Matilda
tuda when absent from the object drawn.” The figures as the most insipid of heroines.
precept, strictly followed by himself, exStothard was, in truth, the prince of bookslaine
plains the accuracy and care of his own lustrators. In the well-adorned print. lovely and finished sketches, and the unmis. room of the British Museum the student takeable impress of truth stamped upon may pass an apprenticeship in the profitable tham
them all. Mr. Leslie informs us further study of his designs. Amidst that countless that when Stothard was pot engaged at his variety, there is no diawing which is not easel, he was always walking in the streets stainped with originality and graced with and guhurbs of London. One entire summer the touch of elegance and refinement; and he and two companions lived in a tent on certainly a more amusing employment could the coast near Ramsgate, where they hired not be found than a visit to the scenes to a buat and spent days in sailing ---a species which this singular, but devoted artist, of life and amusement which was not withstooped to select his subjects. In Spital-out its useful results when the painter came fields he drew patterns for silk-weavers; up- to illustrate the wanderings and adventures on tickets of admission to concerts he fur- of Robinson Crusoe nished the lover of song with a new please This brief line of notices of the works of ure won from a sister art; pocketbooks and a man who, to the most gentle of all spira almanacs were constant recipients of some its, and to the most childlike simplicity, adof the most exquisite works of his pencil; ded a vigor of understanding that has not port wine labels were ingeniously designed seldom been surpassed, has been extorted by the same master hand that gave form and from us at this busy period by the appear. beauty to the Wellington shield, and silver. ance of a volume which is certainly among smiths commanded the ready fancy of a the most charming of recent publications.mind to which Chantry was only too grate. The Life of Stothard, written by his daugh. ful to have recourse in the composition of ter-in-law, Mrs. Bray, is an interesting rechis most classical and renowned pieces of lord ofan amiable man; but the illustrations
with which the book abounds are strikingly parties which were despatched from the vesa superior to the average of such subsidiary sels. Though the performance of the steamcompositions. These illustrations, drawn ers far exceeded the most sanguine expectawith great care to give the author's charac- tions that had been entertained respecting ter to the reader at a glance, are printed in a them, it is not to them that twe are indebted perfectly new style-in sepia- wbich gives for our knowledge that Sir John Franklin them the effect of drawing. The humorous did not take the Cape Walker route. the pathetic, the graceful, and the grand are This circumstance is not, however, to be all represented in these very beautiful and set down as matter of blame to their comFcess fal sketches; and, while a perfect no. manders. These had a specific duty to pertion is convered of the varied poster of the form which rendered individual exertion or artist, it is difficult at times to escape the daring impossible. Their vessels were, in conviction that the pencil of Stothard him. fact, simply steam tugsa-and their power self bad been emploved to adoru each vol. was spent in towing the heavy sailing ships unde as it issued from the press, with blank through the ice-encumbered seas. This was Faces left for the band of genius to illumi- like harnessing a spirited war-horse to a Bate. This is especially the case with such cumbrous wagonia-unfettered, what might sketches as the Bacchanalian Group, which they not have donel A satisfactory soluTas drawn by Mr. Stothard himself on the tion to this question may be found in the mod, and has recently been well cut in by following account of one of the ice-charges Thorapson. The specimen is highly cbare made by the Intrepid steamer when free: a teristic of Stuthard's style and fwellng-is "There was no time for thinking; action, fresh airy, and full of grace and freedom.- and not consideration, was necess iry. The ['pou the whole, we have not opened a ice was closing around us, and the squadron prettier volume these many years. - London still several miles in advance; regain it we Tuner.
must. Through or over this neck the Intrepid must go. Sawing was useless, a mere
Waste of time; there was no alternative but THE LATE SLEDGE EXPEDITIONS.
to give it the ‘stern.' 'Go a-bead full speed,'
was the word of command; 'stem on' she From a volume which will be laid before
goes, the concussion is terrific; the vessel Parliament in a few days and wbich now
ow trembles from head to taffrail. The stub. les before ourselves our readers, who have born element bends and cracks, but does not been kept well acquainted with the whole
hole break. 'Stop her!' 'Turn astern! let us Barrative that describes from its beginning
try it again. 'Go a-head with all the speed the long search after Sir John Franklin and
you can give ber;' the greater portion of the his companions ---may desire that we should
crew is now on the ice to assist in clearing lay before 'hem some further details of those'.
se away. She comes, she comes with addislaige performances which formed so prom-11
proin. tional force-stand clear the ice breaks--ident a feature in the late Expedition-andi,
a hurrahi A piece thirty feet square is adrift, will be coutinued as probably most efficient other hea
Cmcient other heavy masses spout from underneath agencies in what row remains to be done. the main floes, making a wonderful clear
The late Arctic searching Expeditions ance, grapnels orer the bow, hook on the Here, without exception, the most efficient pieces, take a turn on board-turn astern'as regards their equipment and the best or- 'stop ber'-uphook the grapnels; this manganized that have ever left our shores. It is cuvre was repeated over and over again somewhat remarkable, however, that the ex- with similar success until the noble craft tensive exploratory results of those Expedi- seemed no longer a piece of mechanism, but tions should be due, not to the ships or their thing of life; some ferocious beast boundsteam tenders, but to the sledge traveling ling on, and crushing the barrier that oppos – ed it. To the spectator the scene was novel | ders of the Dead Sea, whose imposing aspect and interesting, the men-o'-war's men hur- attract the traveler, but when they are ob. rah'l and laughed at the sport, while 'boary tained, are naught but bitterness. Does headed experience' – those veterans who envied renown possess the subtle treahad grown grev in Arctic service, stood gap- sure? Do we enter fame's proud temple,
log with astonishment at the 'ice-destroyer and inscribe our names amid the deathly · smashing a floe six feet thick as if it had great," where adulation pours in like a tor
been a sheet of glass. She now makes a rent, and the voice of applause resounds in desperate and final effort, the barrier is bro- toves sweeter than the harp of Orpbeus ?-ken, she is through, she is free, and the We may indeed feel a momentary gratifica. silent shores of Melville Bay echo the as. tion, yet it cannot allay pain, ease the troubtounding cheers of a hundred seamen as she led conscience, illuminate the dark valley of dashes with liybtningspeed towards her con- | death, or guide to a happy immortality.sort the Assistance, For three days was the Would we find happiness pure and enduring, Intrepid adrift from the squadron, but dur- / we must seek it in a holier sphere, a more ing that period she performed feats unparal- 1 genial clime. In Heaven, it dwells without leled in the annals of Arctic navigation. No alloy. There no cloud darkens the sun of human perseverance, no degree of physical peace. No gloom obscures the brightness of energy, no kuowu mechanical power, save bliss. Love and joy are there immortal; and the 'strong arm of steam,' could have ena- there the silicuified soul shall expand in all bled us to reyain our position.”—London the progressive periods of eternal duration. Paper.
THE GREAT POLAR OCEAN. However dirersified our pursuits, happiness is the aim of all our actions, the focus At the last meeting of the London Geoin which are concentrated all desires. It is graphical Society, Lieut. Osborn, a meniber the thelne of our norning reflections, our lof one of the British Arctic expeditions, arnoon-day meditations, and our evening re- gued, at sume length in frivor of the supvivw. From youth to old age, we puieue port of the existence of a great Polar Ocean, it with untiring zeal and unwearicd perse. He said that in Wellington channel, he had verance. Yet, after the most indefatigable observed immense nunibers of whales run. toils, we find inscribed on every thing earth. I ning out from under the ice, a proof that ly, disappuintment. Do we group ourselves they had been to water and come to water, with the votaries of pleasure, and enter the for every one knew they must bave room enchanted circles of amusement ? Does to blow. He further said that there were almirth float on every breeze ? Suill, after we inost constant flights of ducks and geese, have pursuedi happiness in all its apparent from the northward, another proof of water forms, we find at last an ignus-fatuus; bril- l in that direction, since these birds found baut, indeed, but deceptive. We are bewil. their food only in such water. Ho added dered by its dazzling brightness, as we fol. that it was his deliberate opinion, from oblow it through the giddy rounds of folly servation made on the spot, that whales and fashion, till it lauds us in the sea of sa- passed up Wellington channel into a northtiety, or the gulf of disappointment. eru sea. In reference to the abundance of
Does wealth.--all-alluring wealth, contain animal life, in the latitude of this supposed the desired object? It may justly be com- Pular Sea, be remarked that while, on the pared to the apples which grow on the bur. I southern side of Lancaster Svuud, he never