Thou'st wounded me to death-and I will bless

thee,

True lover! noble husband! my last breath

Is thine in blessing-Amariah !-Love!

composition.

Half a dozen lines in which the euphony is imperfect; one or two grammatical inaccuracies; the

Oh Amariah!--and an hour ago

I was a happy bride upon thy bosom,

And now am- -Oh God, God! if he have errr'd And should come back again, and find me dead!

We have exceeded our limits, and must conclude abruptly, reserving the final hymn for our next. From such poetry, it would be absolutely sinful to detract by detailing the trifling blemishes which have crept into the beat of

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er frequently; and hardly an instance of inferior style, are all that hyper-criticism could point out. Upon the general consideration we would express our opinion, that Miriam defines too much-natural feelings never dwell on abstract analyses.

But the Fall of Jerusalem is one of the noblest productions of its class in the English language.

The German papers mention the following trick, which was lately played

at Vienna :

"A man entered a coffee-house, with his hand pressed close against his cheek, groaning, stamping, and exhibiting every symptom of violent indisposition. He took a seat, called for some punch, and made useless efforts to swallow it. Several people collected round him, and inquired the cause of his illness; he replied, that he was tormented by a viotent fit of tooth-ache, which resisted every remedy. Various things were prescribed for him, but without effect. At length, a man who was playing at billiards in an adjoining room, stepped forward, and said, allow me to prescribe for the gentleman. I possess a remedy which I am certain will cure him in five minutes.' He drew from his pocket a box, filled with small chips of a yellow kind of wood. Here, Sir, (said he) apply this to your tooth.' The patient did as he was directed, and, to the astonishment of every one present, he immediately experienced a diminution of pain ;-the remedy operated as if by enchantment, and in less than a quarter of an hour he was completely relieved, and drank his bowl of punch to the health of his deliverer. Sir, (said he) you have performed a most wonderful cure, and I shall be eternally grateful to you, if you will inform me where your valuable remedy can be pur

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chased. No where,' replied the billiard player: I procured it during my it home with me for my own private last visit to South America, and brought use; the Indians of Oya Poc never use any other remedy.'Well, surely, you

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will not refuse to let me have a few

pieces of the wood.' 'Impossible.'

I only ask for twenty pieces, and I will give you a ducat for each. Well,

I

consent out of pure humanity: but mind, you are the only person to whom I can grant such a favour.' Every one present now wished to have some portion of the divine wood of Oya Poc; all were subject to the tooth-ache; all claimed the sacred rights of humanity, and the compassionate traveller was

obliged to part with nearly all his chips of wood, and to fill his box with du

cats. The master of the coffee-house

himself, unwilling to suffer such an opportunity to escape him, had the good fortune to purchase ten pieces of the wonderful wood. We know not whether the remedy will operate as effectually on the good people of Vienna as on the savages of Oya Poc; but the keeper of the café bas remarked, that neither the doctor nor his grateful patient has ever since made their appearance in his

house."

"She whose young life's first clouded ray
Beamed on a dark and troubled day,
The guiltless messenger of death,
Bequeathed with love's expiring breath-
She who in smiling infancy

Had elasped his neck, and elimbed his knee,
Whose first imperfect words, dispelling
The silence of his widowed dwelling,
Had wakened in his heart the tone,
That vibrates to that sound alone.
Oh, moment of parental pride!
When first those lisping accents tried
The purest hymn which earth can raise,
An infant's, to its Maker's praise."

We pass over the details of Ellen's infancy and early youth, though beautifully touched, and select the following passage, desriptive of the blameless enjoyments of domestic life:

"When rain without is pelting fast,
And bitter blows the Northern blast,
When puss i' th' chimney nook is dozing,
Calmly her humdrum song composing;
When Carlo on the hearth is dreaming

Disturbed perchance by ruthless thought
Of prowling rat, pursued and caught; ·
Or, if a gust of rushing wind

Roars, in the chimney's shaft confin'd,
He starts-th' imagined danger eyes
With ears erect in keen surprise;
Half rises, from the sound to fly;
But as its fitful murmurs die,
Lulled as they lull, his terrors eease,
And down he sinks, outstretched in peace.
"When by that hearth, so brightly blazing,
The father on his child was gazing,
While she, the wintry hours to cheer
With native woodnotes charmed his car,
(Notes to that partial ear excelling
The loftiest strains from science swelling)
Or light of heart, in youthful glee
With converse innocent and free
Beguiled the time,or turned the page
Of holy writ, or learning sage,
Or caught, inspired, the glowing theme
Of lofty bard, or minstrel's dream,
Till in her eyes a kindling fire
Sparkled reflected from the lyre-
Oh! then, whilst gazing on her face,
He watched each wildly varying grace,
Till silent rapture's tender tear
Dimmed on his eyes, a sight so dear;
With grateful love, his heart o'erflowing,
To Heav'n with pious transport glowing,
Poured out its speechless tribute there,
In praise no language could declare.

"If there is happiness below,

In such a home she's shrined-
The human heart can never know

Enjoyment more refined,

Than where that sacred band is twined

Offilial and parental ties,

'That tender union, all combined

Of Nature's holiest sympathies!

«Tis friendship in its loveliest dress ! 'Tis love's most perfect tenderness! All other friendships may decay, All other loves may fade away;

Our faults or follies may disgust
The friend in whom we fondly trust,
Or selfish views may intervene,
From us his changeful heart to wean;
Or we ourselves may change, and find
Faults to which once our love was blind;
Or ling ring pain, or pining care,

At length may weary friendship's ear,
And love may gaze with altered eye,
When beauty's young attractions fly.
But in that union, firm and mild,
That binds a parent to his child,
Such jarring chords can never sound,
Such painful doubts can never wound.
Tho' health and fortune may decay,
And fleeting beauty pass away—
'Tho' grief may blight, or sin deface
Our youth's fair promise, or disgrace
May brand with infamy and shame,
And public scorn, our blasted name-
Tho' all the fell contagion fly
of guilt, reproach, and misery;
When love rejects, and friends forsake,
A parent, tho' his heart may break,
From that fond heart will never tear
The child whose last retreat is there!
Oh union, purest, most sublime!
The grave itself, but for a time

Thy holy bond shall sever;
His hand who rent, shall bind again
With firmer links thy broken chain,
To be complete for ever!"

Nothing can be more happily described than the effect upon the dog of the roaring gust in the chimney. It is a picture which must bring back the reality to every reader's mind; and of which it may most justly be said, that it has oft been seen, though ne'er so well expressed.'

One rough and stormy night, when

"The sun had set

In many a wintry cloud,

And round their dwelling, cold and wet, The wintry wind blew loud,

--a sound

of voices in the blast half drowned,
Approached; and, nearer, as it came,
Called loudly on Fitzarthur's name;
Distress and haste were in the tones
Of that loud ery; and feeble moans,
As the old Pastor turned to hear,
Struck indirectly on his ear,
Confus'dly mingled with the wail
That sobbed in the subsiding gale.
And soon th' unclosing door displayed
A rugged group, whose vent'rous trade
Daily with boat and net was `plied
On the near ocean's foaming tide,

One in their sinewy arms they bore,

Whose eyes seemed closed to wake no more,

But for his low and feeble plaint,
That murmured faintly, and more faint."

The stranger thus committed to the hospitality of the good Pastor, has been wrecked that night on the adjacent coast. He only, of all the " hapless band" sailing in the "gallant vessel," has escaped destruction:

"Close round a floating spar he clung,
Till the returning billows flung
Their living burthen on the beach."

Some friendly fishermen were near, who rescued him from the surge,

"Ere the next fast retreating wave

Should sweep him to a watʼry grave;"

Such was his own, and by its light
He deemed to read De Morton's right,
And saw, unchecked, the lover's art,
That sought and won his Ellen's heart."

Giving, therefore, his sanction to the mutual attachment of the young pair, nothing delays the marriage but the necessity of waiting till, by suing for it in person, the lover is able to obtain the consent of a

"Grasping uncle, cold and proud,"

on whom, as he asserts, "his fortunes hang;" but, ere long, he acknowledges to Ellen a thousand doubts and fears respecting this meditated application to his unfeeling kinsman; and succeeds in

convey him to their Pastor's,

"Where entrance and relief was free
To every child of misery."

Here, by "days and weeks of tender care," he was restored to health and strength. He had been a soldier, one

Whose harrassed frame

From foreign fields of conflict came." The consequence, as might be anticipated, of De Morton's introduction at the parsonage, is his falling in love with Ellen, and Ellen with him. He lingers around her throughout the whole ensuing spring and summer; gains up on the good Pastor's heart,

"Adapting to the spirit there,
Words, looks, and taste with cautious care.
Companion of the old man's walk,
Or studious hours, in serious talk,
Oft would he pour, with seeming truth,
The feelings of ingenuous youth;
Oft would he speak with seeming awe,
Of truths divine, and moral law,
With such a sense of heav'nly grace
As beamed reflected in his face;
Till tears of wonder and delight
Obscured the good old Pastor's sight,

And then he thought,' Heaven's will be done!

Yet, were I bless'd with such a son !'

"His simple and ingenuous mind,
Deep read in books, in taste refin'd,
Had studied ill that painful art,
Discernment of the human heart;
Had never its dark lab'rinths traced,
By worldly intercourse debased;
That baneful influence, coldly stealing
O'er every warm and noble feeling,
That with torpedo touch benumbs
Where'er its withering contact comes,
Cast in a purer mould had been

Those hearts the rustic sire had seen:

be folly to defer a union which might be privately solemnized, and kept concealed

"Till happier times should clear away
The clouds of caution and delay,
And to the world he might proclaim
The sharer of his heart and name."

Fitzarthur, however, is not so easily to be influenced. He rejects with firmness the proposal of a clandestine marriage; and, though with reluctance and pain, bids the young man depart, and prohibits his re-appearance till the obstacle is removed which opposes itself to the public disposal of his hand. The venerable monitor is obeyed; the long-cherished guest quits Malwood; and Ellen, sad, yet submissive-clinging to hope, and lingering in every spot, "now dearer by remembrance made," in which she had heretofore wandered with her lover, sees the winter elapse-

"When overhead, the lark no more
Was heard her summer song to pour,
But in her stead, the red-breast nigh,
Hopped noiseless, with enquiring eye,"

without forfeiting her dependence on his honour.

The return of summer, however, brings with it the keenest apprehensions, caused by De Morton's protracted and unexplained delay. Poor Ellen's health becomes affected; her spirits. and activity wholly give way, except when in the presence of her father, to avert from whose observation the fullamount of her anguish she exerts her