That virtue's self is weak its love to lure,

But pride and lust keep all the gates secure,
This is thy fall, O man; and therefore those
Whose aims are earthly, like pedestrian prose,

The selfish, useful, money.making plan,
Cold language of the desk, or quibbling bar,

Where in hard matter sinks ideal man :
Still, worldly teacher, be it from me far

Thy darkness to confound with yon bright band
Poetic all, though not so named by men,
Who have swayed royally the mighty pen,

And now as kings in prose on fame's clear summit stand."

POETRY

" To touch the heart, and make its pulses thrill,

To raise and purify the grovelling soul,
To warm with generous beat the selfish will,

To conquer passion with a mild controul,
And the whole man with nobler thoughts to fill,

These are thine aims, O pure unearthly power,
These are thine influences; and therefore those
Whose wings are clogged with evil, are thy foes ;

And therefore these, who have thee for their dower,
The widowed spirits with no portion here,

Eat angels' food, the manna thou dost shower :
For thine are pleasures, deep, and tried, and true,

Whether to read, or write, or think, or hear,
By the gross million spurn'd, and fed on by the few."

ANCIENT.

“ My sympathies are all with times of old,

I cannot live with things of yesterday,

Upstart, and flippant, foolish, weak, and gay,
But spirits cast in a severer mould,
Of solid worth, like elemental gold :

I love to wander o'er the shadowy past,
Dreaming of dynasties long swept away,

And seem to find myself almost the last

Of a time-honoured race, decaying fast;
For I can dote upon the rare antique,

Conjuring up what story it might tell,
The bronze, or bead, or coin, or quaint relique ;

And in a desert could delight to dwell
Among vast ruins,— Tadmor's stately halls,
Old Egypt's giant fanes, or Babel's mouldering walls."

Mr Tupper has received much praise bation of the public. Perhaps our from critics whose judgment is gene. rough notes may help him to discover rally entitled to great respect-in the where his strength lies ; and, with bis Atlas-if we mistake not-in the right feelings, and amiable sensibiliSpectator-and in the Sun. If our ties, and fine enthusiasm, and healthy censure be undeserved- let our copious powers when exercised on familiar quotations justify themselves, and be and domestic themes, so dear for. our condemnation. Our praise may ever to the human heart, there seems seem cold and scanty ; but so far no reason why, in good time, he from despising Mr Tupper's talents, may not be among our especial we have good hopes of him, and do favourites, and one of “the Swans not fear but that he will produce many of Thames"-which, we believe, are far better things than the best of as big and as bright as those of the those we have selected for the appro- Tweed.

Alas! for poor Nicol! Dead and gone_but not to be forgotten—for aye to be remembered among the flowers of the forest, early wede away!

THE HA' BIBLE.

“ Chief of the Household Gods

Which hallow Scotland's lowly cottago-homes !
While looking on thy signs

That speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me comes-
With glad yet solemn dreams my heart is stirr'd,
Like Childhood's when it hears the carol of a bird !

“ The Mountains old and hoar

The chainless Winds—the Streams 80 pure and free-
The God-enameld Flowers-

The waving Forest-the eternal Sea-
The Eagle floating o'er the Mountain's brow:
Are Teachers all; but O! they are not such as Thoa !

“01 I could worship thee !

Thou art a gift a God of love might give ;
For Love and Hope and Joy

In thy Almighty-written pages live!
The Slave who reads shall never crouch again ;
For, mind-inspired by thee, he bursts his feeble chain I

“ God! unto Thee I kneel,

And thank Thee! Thou unto my native land
Yea to the outspread Earth-

Hast stretch'd in love Thy Everlasting hand,
And Thou hast given Earth, and Sea, and Air
Yea all that heart can ask of Good and Pure and Fair!

“ And, Father, Thou hast spread

Before Men's eyes this Charter of the Free,
That all Thy Book might read,

And Justice love, and Truth and Liberty.
The Gift was unto Men— the Giver God!
Thou Slave! it stamps thee Man-go spurn thy weary load!

“ Thou doubly-precious Book !

Unto thy light what doth not Scotland owe ?
Thou teachest Age to die,

And Youth in Truth unsullied up to grow!
In lowly homes a Comforter art thou -
A Sunbeam sent from God-an overlasting bow!

“ O'er thy broad ample page

How many dim and aged eyes have pored ?
How many hearts o'er thee

In silence deep and holy have adored ?
How many Mothers, by their Infants' bed,
Thy holy, blessed, pure, child-loving words have read I

“ And o'er thee soft young hands

Have oft in truthful plighted Love been join'd,
And thou to wedded hearts

Hast been a bond—an altar of the mind!
Above all kingly power or kingly law
May Scotland reverence aye—the Bible of the Ha'!"

We have no heart to write about him his memory—they breathe of the holy and his genius and his virtues now ; fragrance that “ smells sweet and but these lines which Scotland “ will blossoms in the dust." And how not willingly let die,” will embalm beautiful are these!

A DAY AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

A bonnie blumin' bush o'brume

Waved o'er me in my dream. "Come sit by your father's knee, I laid me there in slumberous joy My son,

Upo' the giant knee On the seat by your father's door, Of yonder peak, that seem'd to bend And the thoughts of your youthful heart, In watching over me.

My son,
Like a stream of Gladness pour ; ««I dream'd a bonnie bonnie dream,
For, afar 'mong the lonely hills,

As sleepin' there I lay :-
My son,

I thocht I brightly roun' me saw
Since the morning thou hast been; The fairy people stray.
Now tell me thy bright day-dreams, I dreamt they back again had come
My son,-

To live in glen an' wold-
Yea, all thou hast thought and seen ?". To sport in dells 'neath harvest-munes

As in the days o' old. “• Whan morn abune yon eastern hill Had raised its glimmerin' e'e,

“ " I saw them dance upon the breeze, I hied me to the heather hills,

An' hide within the flower Whar' gorcocks crawin' flee ;

Sing bonnie an' unearthly sangs, An' e'er the laverock sought the lift,

An' skim the lakelets o'er! Frae out the dewy dens,

That hour the beings o' the past, I wanderin' was by mountain-streams

О'ages lost an' gone In lane an' hoary glens.

Came back to earth, an' grot an' glen

War' peopled every one ! "• Auld frownin' rocks on either hand,

Uprear'd their heads to Heaven, " " The vision fled, an' I awoke :Like temple-pillars which the foot

The sun was sinkin' doon; O'Time had crush'd an' riven ;

The mountain-birds frae hazles brown An' voices frae ilk mossy stane

Had sung their gloamin' tune : Upo' my ear did flow,

The dew was fallin' on the leaf, They spake o' Nature's secrets a'

The breezes on the flower ; The tales o' long ago.

An' Nature's heart was beating calm,

It was the evening hour. «« The daisy, frae the burnie's side, Was lookin' up to God

5. An', father, whap the mune arose, The crag that crown'd the towering peak Upo'a mountain-height Seeni'd kneeling on the sod:

I stude an' saw the brow of earth A sound was in ilk dowie glen,

Bonnd wi’ its siller light. An' on ilk naked rock

Nae sound cam' on the watching ear On mountain-peak-in valley lone

Upo' that silent hill; An' haly words it spoke.

My e'en war' fill'd with tears, the hour

Sae holy was an' still! " " The nameless flowers that budded upEach beauteous desart child

“ There was a lowly mound o'green The heather's scarlet blossoms spread Beside me risin' there, O'er many a lanely wild :

A pillow whar' a bairn might kneel, The lambkins, sporting in the gleps

An' say its twilight prayer. The mountains old and bare

The munelight kiss'd the gladsome Seem'd worshipping; and there with them flowers I breathed my morning prayer.

That o'er that mound did wave;

Then I remember'd that I stude
Alang o'er monie a mountain-tap- Aside the Martyrs' grave !
Alang through monie a glen-
Wi' Nature haudin' fellowship,

“I knelt upo' that hallow'd earth, I journey'd far frae men.

While Memory pictured o'er Whiles suddenly a lonely tarn

The changing scenes — the changing Wad burst upon my eye,

thoughts, An' whiles frae out the solitudes

That day had held in store ; Wad come the breezes' cry.

An' then my breast wi' gladness swellid,

An' God in love did bless, « « At noon, I made my grassy couch

He gave me, 'mong auld Scotland's hills, Beside a haunted stream,

A day o' happiness !"

INDEX TO VOL. XLIV.

more than double the quantity of manu- I., 539-Chap. II., 543—Chap. III.,
factures than the foreign, it is unwise to 546—Chap. IV., 551.
change the direction of trade, 660— espe- Ireland, its tranquillity considered, 795.
cially when the persons who constitute Kenyon, John, his poems reviewed, 779.
the home consumers are compared with Lace-Merchant of Namur, the, a tale, 245.
the foreign consumers, ib.—but the ques- Law and facts from the North, 57.
tion assumes more importance when the Legendary Lore, by Archæus, No. IV.,
national existence is concerned, 661- Land and Sea, Chap. I., 335—Chap. II.,
nor is there the least fear that the coun. 337-Chap. III., 341-No. V. The
try will become unable to support our in- Onyx Ring, Part I., Chap. I., 664-
creasing manufacturing population, when Chap. II., 665-Chap. 111., 667–Chap.
millions of acres lie uncultivated in all IV., 670-Chap. V., 672—Chap. VI.,
parts of the country which are yet capable 674-Chap. VII., 676—Chap. VIII.,
of cultivation, 662-unbounded as the ca- 678_Chap. IX., 680-Chap. X., 681
pability of Britain is to support its inhabi- Chap. XI., 682.- Part II., Chap. I.,
tants, its agricultural production must be 741_Chap. II., 742-Chap. III., 744
liable to fluctuations from the nature of the - Chap. IV., 745-Chap. V., 747–
seasons, 663—the happy working of the Chap. VI. Henry's Papers, 749-Chap.
corn laws during such fluctuations proved, VI. Henry's Papers, continued, 752–
ib.--and wbich effect could not bave taken Chap. VIII. Extracts from Maria's Note-
place had an unrestricted trade in corn ex- book, 755_Chap. IX., 757-Chap. X.,
isted, ib.

761_Chap. XI., 764.
Corruption, Whig-Radical, exposed, 345. Letter from Tomkins Bagman, versus
Cory's Ancient Fragments, reviewed, 105. Pedlar ; to Christopher North, Esq. 508.
Country and the Cabinet, the, 429.

Letters of an Attaché-The Coronation, 369
Crustaceous Tour, a, by the Irish Oyster the Review, 378—the Review of the
Eater, 637.

Guards, 383.
Earlier English Moral Songs and Poems, on Liberalism of Popery, the, 730—the poli-
the, No. I., 453.

tical character of popery as it has always
See Moral.

been described, ib.-the support given by
Euripides, the Alcestis of, translated by popery to liberalism proved to be for
Mr Chapman, 408.

fraudulent purposes, first, in reference to
Extract from the drawer of our What-not, the ballot, ib._second, to the voluntary

the law of content, 120-general expe- principle, 731-and thirdly, as to nation-
diency, 121 ----dependence of morality on al education, 732_history supports this
the divine will, 123-origin of the fine view of the hollowness of popery, as wit-
arts, 124-form, 126-correction of

nessed in the suppression of the reforma-
Hume's doctrine of association, 127-the tion in Poland, 734-in its attempted
apathy of the stoics, 129-spirit of the suppression in England, 735_if a doubt
age, 130-remarks on a passage in Cole- exists of the tyrannical intention of popery
ridge's “ Aids to Reflections,” 135.

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