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When the Marlbro' was wrecked, the goats ran wildly about, and the cats came screaming upon deck, evidently aware of danger. Wind, not in gusts, but one continuous roar, like the perpetual bound of a

cataract.

The hut enough upon the rising to be above all winter floods, trees enough about it; the alder and the willow by the brook; orchards, and the yew among the stones, and the ash, and the mountain ash, and the birch; but a little beyond and all was dreary the nakedness of nature, the mountain side all ruined, loose stones and crags that waited but the next frost to thunder down; in the bottom, a few lines of those low stone walls, that you hardly suspect to be the works of man.

From Tom's Letter.

"THERE were yesterday two fine waterspouts close to us. They appeared to descend from a heavy black cloud, not in a straight column, but with a round. When they reached the water they blew it about with great violence. One of them looked like the smoking of a vessel burnt to the water's-edge. The other seemed not to raise the water so high, but formed it very like the capital of a Corinthian pillar; the column was more transparent in the middle than at the sides. When it ceased to act upon the water, it reascended to the cloud, forming a circle with a still increasing ra

dius as it drew directly up. The lower

point at last formed the centre, it then was so wide. It was then interrupted by other clouds passing over."

"A PUESTA del Sol parescio la Luna, e comio poco a poco todas las nubes."-Cron. del Conde D. PERO NINO.1

TOM.

"You should have been with us last cruise (Lat. 60 N.) to have seen the Aurora Bore

1 See Second Series, p. 615.-J. W. W.

alis flashing in bright columns behind large masses of black cloud. I look upon it the clouds we have here are only detached pieces, driven from the large mass that constantly floats near the Arctic circle this time of the year."

The Boiling Well, near Bristol. GREYGREENISH bubbles rise sometimes by dozens, a whole shower of them. Sometimes one

huge one; the large ones always bring up a trail of gravel soil.

Little volcanos of gravel, where the soil is finer it rises like smoke.

The Howk. A SOUND that echoed from the

rock aright, aleft, around-and from the vault of rock, you felt the shaking war, and it made the senses shake.

GRASS under a gale, as if you saw the stream of wind flowing over it.

I have seen the yellow leaves of the ash and birch in Autumn give a sunshiny appearance to the trees-a hectic beauty. Twinkling of the water-lilly leaves in a breeze.

Sept. 28. Crackling of the furze pods in a hot day.

A steady rain, so slow and in so still a day, that the leafless twigs of the birch were covered with rain-drops-no raindrop falling till with its own weight.

An Autumn day, when at noon the morning dew lies still upon the grass undried, yet the weather delicious.

"We were most dreadfully annoyed by flies which swarm about the heaps of old forage and filth scattered over the camp." This was near the camp in India which had been abandoned the day before.

Similies.

AN uncharitable man to the desert-which receives the sunbeams and the rain, and returns no increase.

"As the moon doth show her light in the

world which she receiveth from the sun, so we ought to bestow the benefits received of God to the profit and commodity of our neighbour."--WIT's Commonwealth. Meet adversity-like the cedar in the

snow.

The enchanted fountains to the sources of Whang-ho.

Convulsions in eastern kingdoms-to a stone cast into a green-mantled pool; for a moment it is disturbed, but the green stagnation covers it again.

Sound of a trumpet-to Virgil's statue by Naples.

Bitter resentment, revenge that requires blood-the sting of a scorpion, only to be healed by crushing it and binding it on the wound.

White heat, tremulous, intense-like the sun if steadily beheld.

Look of love-to the intense affection in the eye of the ostrich when fixed on its egg. Sorrow, misfortunes.-I have seen a dark cloud that threatened to hide the moon, grow bright as it passed over her, and only make her more beautiful. August 7, Cintra, eleven at night.

Violet virtues-discovered by their sweetness, not their show.

"Upon the lake lie the long shadows of thy towers."- Shadows seem to sink deep in dark water.

The skylark,-rising as if he would soar to heaven, and singing as sweetly and as happily as if he were there.

The wind hath a human voice.

July 1822. I WAS on the lake with Lightfoot,' between the General's Island and St. Herbert's, and nearly midway between the east and west sides. The water was perfectly still, and not a breath of air to be felt. We were in fine weather, but on the eastern side a heavy shower was falling, within a quarter of a mile of us, and the sound which it made was louder than the loudest roaring of Lodore, so as to astonish us both. I thought that a burst had happened upon Walla crag, and that the sound proceeded from the ravines bringing down their sudden torrents. But it was merely the rain falling on the lake when every thing was still.

BELL-RINGING, a music which nature adopts and makes her own, as the winds play with it.

"THE olive will hardly admit of any graft, by reason of its fatness, nor will the grafts of it easily thrive in any other stock.”—DR. JACKSON, Vol. 2, p. 639.

Ir is remarkable that Reginald Heber should never have noticed the 'pale transDesertion-weeds seeding in the garden lucent green' of an evening sky, till he saw or court-yard, or on the altar. it on his voyage to India.-Journal, vol. 1, p. lvii.

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and the fire-flies—but in a way worthy of daughter of Sancho and sister to Garcia such a writer.

"E le lucciole uscian con cul de foco, Stelle di questa nostra ultima sfera."

8. i.

I NOTICED a very pretty image by the side of a little and clear runlet, the large buttercups on its margin moved when there was no wind, rocked by the rapid motion of its stream.

THE horse-chestnut in the way in which its boughs incline to rest upon the ground, resembles the fig-tree.

"ACHILLES' shield being lost on the seas by Ulysses, was tossed by the sea to the tomb of Ajax, as a manifest token of his right."-EUPHUES.

Abarea, then reigning in Navarre. There exists a jealousy between Sancho of Leon and the Count, whom his victories and renown made too formidable for a vassal. At a Cortes which he attended, Sancho had asked of him his horse and his hawk. These the Count would have given, but the King would only receive them as a purchase—and contracted for 1000 marks, to be paid on a certain day, if not, the debt was daily to double; it was his own contract. The writings were drawn out" partidas por A.B.C." and sealed and witnessed in all form. At this same Cortes, Teresa proposed to the Count, her niece Sancha of Navarre for wife. This was concerted with Garcia, that so he might entrap Ferran, and imprison or slay him in revenge of his father's death.

A meeting was appointed to conclude the marriage, each party to be accompanied by

only five knights. The Count kept his promise; Garcia brought thirty-five, and seized him, but not till after a hard resistance, for the Castilians refuged in an Ermida, and defended it till they had secured their lives by a capitulation. The five knights were released, the Count fettered and imprisoned.

A Lombard Count on pilgrimage to Santiago, visits Ferran in prison, and upbraids Sancha for her part in the wrong. She sent her damsel to see him, and then went herself; the marriage promise passed between them, and they fled together; his chains were heavy, and she at times sustained them. A priest who was riding with hawk and hound, discovers them, and only consents to let the Count escape on condition that Sancha abandons her person to him, she retires with him, contrives to throw him down, and Ferran kills him with a knife. They proceed, and meet the Castilians coming to his rescue, with a stone image of the Count before them, which they had sworn never to forsake.

Garcia infests Castille till the patience of the Count fails, and he meets him in a pitched battle, defeats and takes him-he refuses to liberate him at Sancha's request, but she appeals to his knights, and pleads so well that they obtain his deliverance for her sake.

The King of Leon summons him now to a Cortes, and immediately seizes him. Sancha sets out with her knights, leaves them concealed, and proceeds as on pilgrimage. The King of Leon allows her to see her husband and pass the night with him. In her pilgrim dress Ferran escapes and joins his troops; but their aid is made needless by an interview between Sancha and the King of Leon, the able mind of the Countess overpowers him, and all is settled.

Catholic Mythology.

ADAM in Limbo beholding the light of the Annunciation. Simile,-suggested by Bettinelli's Sonnet, Pern. Mod. 19, p. 169.

SABBATH of Hell. See the legend of Judas and St. Brandon. How much more humanly is this conceived than Monti's Sonnet, vol. 17, p. 77, who describes Justice as writing upon the traitor's forehead as soon as he has expired, sentence of eternal damnation, with the blood of Christ! dipping her finger in the blood. This is hideous! The angels, says the second sonnet, made fans of their wings to shut out the sight. "Per spavento

Si fer de l'ale a gli occhi una visiera."

I thought I had done when at the end of the first sonnet, but it seems there is yet a third, to tell us that as the soul had resumed flesh and bone, the sentence appeared in red letters,-it frightened the damned -he tried to tear it out, but God had fixed it there.

"Ne sillaba di Dio mai si cancella!" Perhaps this horrible absurdity suggested to Lewis his fine picture of the Wandering Jew.

A GOOD paper in the manner of Addison, might be made upon the motion of a Board of Suicide, instituted to grant licenses for that act, upon sufficient cause being shown.

Would this story mature into a useful
volume?

OLIVER Elton is the second son of wealthy parents, who live up to the extent of their income; he is not their favourite; his mother had not nursed him. She would not perform maternal duty, and was therefore deprived of maternal affection. Oliver's provision was a good living; he has scruples, and cannot accept it.

The date must be 1793. During a vacation Oliver sets out for a long walk-to botanize, and to be from home. At a country inn, he is requested by the landlady to sit in her room, the house being full. The landlord had been a respectable tradesman, by misfortunes bankrupt, and reduced to this

employment. Dorothy, the daughter, had therefore been decently educated. Oliver soon after he leaves the inn sprains his foot violently, and returns, preferring it to home, and a practical comment follows upon the text from S. Augustin.

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Mr. Elton refuses to support his son while he graduates in physic-the living, or nothing. Oliver who has lived parsimoniously at Oxford, sets off for London, his way by the inn, and he finds Palmer dying of a broken heart; in Dorothy's distress he becomes her comforter.

In London Oliver looks about for literary employment, he is unknown, his last ten pounds are stolen, and he must have walked the streets for want of a lodging, had not a prostitute invited him in. This woman who would have infected him, hearing his distress, offers him money.

A letter from Dorothy finds him; her mother is in danger of an arrest, could he send twenty pounds? He enlists as a soldier, and sells his watch to make up the sum.

On a review day he sees Dorothy, it disorders him, and she faints, he runs to her, and the Major strikes him, they had been schoolfellows and enemies, he knocks him down, and writes from his confinement to the Colonel, who interferes and dismisses him from the regiment.

One friend only knows Oliver's fate, he procures for him the place of gardener to Lord L. with a decent salary. Dorothy had been apprenticed to a milliner, he marries her, and lives in happy obscurity.

The story should be related in a narrative to his sister, who with her husband visiting Lord L. recognized Oliver.

Parkgate. Saturday Oct. 10, 1801.' The soldier part should be omitted. So will the history become that of a man who, by practical wisdom and useful knowledge, preserves himself from misery in difficult circumstances, and makes and deserves his own happiness.

1 These are δεύτεραι φροντίδες—the former part dates from 1798, or 1799.-J. W. W.

Ground that may be built on.

GIOVANNI, the Judas Iscariot of S. Francisco's disciples, a man of blasted hopes, the slave of his own feelings,-sense enough to smell the saint for a fool and his disciples as rogues.

Some nun of St. Clara's school.

FREQUENT Portugueze shipwrecks on the Some girl on her way to coast of Africa. a nunnery-a Caffir-the good Negroes! the αμύμονες ἀνδρῶν. Here would be rich scenery.

A COURT fool at some tyrant's court.

A DRAMATIC romance with the good title of Merlin or the Round Table, magic and the sublime of pantomime.

A JEW family in Portugal, love and the inquisition.

Beast Poems. THEY Would be difficult but of good purport, some tales of the affection between the bear and her cub, or the seal or walrus.

PELAYO the restorer would form a good hero for a poem which should take up Catholicism for its machinery.

Count Julian, Florinda, Egilona, Rodrigo in his state of penitence, Oppas, young Alonso, fine characters all. The cave of Toledo for a scene of enchantment, Covadonga for the battle.

Biscay seems to have been disputed between Pelayo, Eudon, and Pedro. Alonso was Pedro's son and married Ormisinda, Pelayo's daughter.

This is a grand subject for narrative, not for dramatic poetry, but as one bad play would be seven times as productive as a good poem six times its length, let us see what can dramatically be done with Pelayo.

End with the surprizal of Gigon, the death of Munuza, and the acclamation of Pelayo.

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