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STRANGER.

"Tis true that the wight is a reverend man,
And long did he live ere our journey began ;
And yet though the season be far, far away,
In sooth he shall come to his reckoning day!
For he is a mortal of this humble earth,

And here, like ourselves, must he own he had birth.
But though he is ancient and hoary with years,
Though his foot on the mountain so cautious appears,
I trow 'tis as steady as when it first trod,

With the step of a pilgrim, the earth's lowly sod!
Though slow, he is certain, and never will slack

In the course which he plods in, nor ere miss the track.
By the men of this sojourn his name is call'd Time,
And his journey leads on to a far brighter clime.
Oh, then, be not idle! for when he comes by,
He will look upon thee with a soul-piercing eye;
For his office on earth is to summon mankind
To the work which for them was by Heaven design'd.

PILGRIM.

And who is that being that after him walks
Like a goblin, that over the sepulchres stalks?
All muffled and hid in a horrible shroud,
That darkens the sky like a sulphurous cloud :
It heavily flaps as the light breezes breathe,
And discovers a skeleton figure beneath!
On his white bony cheek is a terrible grin ;
No features are there, no complexion nor skin!
And it seems that some spirit, hid under the guise,
Looks forth from the sockets that once held his eyes;
And he grasps in his marrowless fingers a dart
Which is clotted with gore reeking red from the heart!
Oh! what is his name? for, whatever it be,
A murderer vile and relentless is he!

This moment I witness'd him butcher and slay
An innocent infant that sat in his way!

And his truculent arm, without sorrow or ruth,
Strikes the head of the aged and heart of the youth!

STRANGER.

His name?-it is Death: and he follows old Time
To kill and destroy, but the deed is no crime;
For first must the hour-glass of Time be all run,
Ere the office of Death upon man dare be done.
To the good and the holy his presence is sweet,
And they hail the blest sound of his skeleton feet!
To the wicked he seems like a fiend from the pit,
And Despair, at his sight, shakes their frame with its fit.
Oh, therefore, be heedful! and fear to do wrong,
Lest thou fear'st when this figure of gloom comes along :
And though he seems now in the distance so far,
A moment may bring him to be where we are!

PILGRIM.

But who are these beings that walk on the heath,
And appear like the followers of Time and of Death?
Two creatures contrasted in shape to extreme,
Yet equal in office and duty they seem.
The first like an Angel, in garments all bright,
And crown'd with a tiar of pure-streaming light;
He holds in his hands the fair olive and palm,
His deportment is fair, and his spirit scems calm;

His brow and his face are both comely and mild,
Like the beautiful smile of a yellow-hair'd child:
Oh, his eye looks as soft as the glance of the dove,
And his heart, I am sure, must be teeming with love!
The other is hideous and hateful in shape,
And seems less akin unto man than the ape;
Distorted and ugly; a horrible mould,

Which pains the dim eye-balls of man to behold!
With wings like the bat's, yet all meagre and thin,
And pucker'd and knit in a toad's slimy skin:
He is cover'd with hair, and his hard horny foot
Is cloven and fashion'd like that of the brute:
He brandishes fiercely the scorpion's keen lash,
And shackles of iron around his waist clash;
Pain, madness, revenge, from his horrid eyes glare,
And his brow is the throne of the wildest despair.
Oh, who are these beings? and what are their names?
For the work which they do something awful proclaims :
They come to the bodies along the path lying,
And the bright being smiles upon some that are dying;
Then takes from their bosoms a pledge which is there,
And mounts with the treasure far, far through the air!
The other in similar deeds is employ'd,

Though he scowls on the creatures whom Death hath destroy'd ; Then bearing them off in his irons, like slaves,

Sinks down, with a shriek, through earth's bottomless caves! Oh, the one is a dove with his plumage all bright!

And the other a bat from the regions of night!

STRANGER.

These two are the agents empower'd to fulfil
The solemn decrees of Eternity's will;
And great is their office in God's mighty plan,
For their object is noble and dignified-man!
From regions extreme to this world they are sent,
And on errands of man's final destiny bent:
For they watch the last groans of mortality's breath,
And the spirit they seize at the moment of death.
By the scenes of disease, want and murder they stand,
And pluck in its season the garland or brand;
And they bear to its last destination the soul-
To bliss everlasting, or measureless dole!
The former to angels of glory lays claim,
The other a demon of darkness we name.
Oh, think on the angel! he's lovely and fair;
And of guilt, with its manifold horrors, beware;
And pray that each virtue thy life may employ,
That thou may'st be crown'd with a garland of joy!
For much have the spirits of piety striven,

By stopping hell's cavern, to plenish bright heaven:
Though man has not yet his sweet pleasures forsworn,
Hell's victims have been, and more victims are born;
And still through the pilgrimage travell'd by Time,
On the journey guilt wallows in darkness and crime:
The thief has his bag, and the murd❜rer his knife,
And temptation lays down its bright bubbles of strife;
Idolatry sends its great crowds to those realms,
And Pleasure her thousands on thousands o'erwhelms ;
Pride, malice, and blasphemy, falsehood and lust,
Their crowds through the portals of hell daily thrust:
Oh, therefore, remember that Time's wrinkled face
Never turns to look back on the path of his race.;

That Death comes behind, and is anxious to strike,
When the time is expir'd, great and humble alike;
That the Angel or Demon comes ready to grasp
The quivering soul at the body's last gasp!

Oh, think that each pulse which thy bosom beats free,
Time, Death, and the Spirits, brings nearer to thee!

The Stranger evanish'd, and left me alone,
Beneath the great load of life's sorrows to groan;
When raising again my sad eyes from the ground,
And looking once more on the landscape around,
I saw the grim figure of Time drawing near,

And my knees smote each other with trembling and fear.
I look'd on his brow, with the summer sun sear'd,
And I saw the long waves of his winterly beard;
The staff of a Pilgrim he held in his hand,

In the other an hour-glass, that measur'd the sand:
As he pass'd o'er the dew with his sandel-shod feet,
My bosom beat high with a feverish heat;
And scarce from my heart could I throw the full sigh,
As he look'd upon me with his dark sullen eye.-
He came and he held up the hour-glass all run,
For the days of my life and its sorrows were done;
And Death in the rear put an end to my woe,
For I fell, like an old wither'd tree, at his blow!

It seem'd that a stupor came over my soul,
As if bound for a while in Death's awful controul;
Till the Angel came near-clasp'd my spirit—and smil❜d,
Like a mother embracing her newly-woke child!
And, clapping his pinions, he rais'd me on high,
Through the untravell'd realms of the beautiful sky.
I look'd upon earth, with its mountains and vales,
And the waves of its ocean, that play'd in the gales;
I look'd on its citics, its castles, and towers,
And the rural repose of its meadows and bowers;
And scarce had I time, as they sank from my view,
To bid them for ever and ever adieu!

For, fast from the gaze of mine eyes they took leave,
Like the scenery of clouds on a mild summer's eve;
Till, lessening in size, in the distance so far,

Earth scem'd like the moon, and the moon like a star!
I look'd on the sky; and, superb on my sight,

The firmament shone in the beauty of light;

Ten thousand clear suns, with their planets, I saw,
And the universe roll'd in creation's great law,

In harmony moving along the pure clime,

And wheeling on axles of glory, through time.
Then the Angel the heaven of heavens unfurl'd,

And mine eyes caught a sight of the saints' happy world;

So sweet in mine ears did their golden harps sound,

And so bright were the garlands with which they were bound; And so holy and good was their blissful employ

My throbbing soul quiver'd with rapture and joy!

THE AURORA BOREALIS.

THE Aurora Borealis is a luminous appearance, generally observed in high northern latitudes, and commonly to the north of the observer, whence it has got the name of Northern Lights; it is known also among the vulgar, by the name of "the streamers," or the "merry-dancers." The Aurora Borealis may be divided into two kinds, the tranquil and the varying. The tranquil shines with a mild and steady light, similar to the different stages of moon-light, either as it appears near the time of new moon, or as it gradually inereases when the moon becomes more enlightened; sometimes it is more vivid than the light of the moon when full; and it often preserves, for a considerable time, the form in which it first appeared, with little or no variation. Muschenbroek has paid much attention to this kind of meteor, and has given it several names, according to the form which it as sumes; but as these names are founded only in fancy, and are not necessary to an explication of the theory, we shall omit them. The varied Aurora is more remarkable in its appearance, and occasionally exhibits the most brilliant and rapidly diversified forms. The following are some of its very interesting properties: It is usually of a reddish colour, inclining to yellow, and it frequently sends out corruscations of pale light, which seem to rise from the horizon in pyramidal undulating forms, shooting with great velocity towards the zenith. This kind of meteor, which is less frequent as we go towards the Equator, is almost constant during the long winter nights in the Polar Regions. In the Shetland Isles they afford the inhabitants great relief, amid the gloomy darkness of their long and dreary nights. They commonly appear at twilight, near the horizon, of a dun colour, approaching to yellow, and continue in that state for several hours; they afterwards break into streams of stronger light, spread into columns, then slowly alter into innumerable shapes, and vary their colours from all the yellow tints to an obscure russet;

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frequently covering the whole atmosphere, exhibiting the most romantic forms and the most beautiful appearance. According to Muschenbroek, in that region of the air which is directly towards the north, or which stretches from the north towards the east or west, there at first appears a cloud in the horizon, which rarely rises to the height of 40 degrees. This cloud is sometimes contiguous to the horizon, sometimes detached from it, in which last case the intermediate sky appears of a bright blue colour. The cloud occupies a portion of the heavens, extending in length to 100 degrees, and sometimes still farther. It is generally white and shining, but sometimes black and thick. Its upper edge is parallel to the horizon, bordered by a long train of light, which rises higher in some places than in others. It appears also bent in the form of a bow, or like the segment of a sphere which has its centre considerably beneath the horizon; and sometimes a large white or luminous band is visible, skirting the upper edge of the black cloud. The dark part of the cloud becomes white and luminous when the Aurora has shone for some time, and after it has sent forth several bright and fiery rays. Then, from the superior edge of the cloud, rays issue in the form of jets, which are sometimes many, sometimes few in number,-sometimes close together, sometimes removed several degrees asunder. These jets diffuse a very brilliant light, as if a luminous or fiery liquor were driven with impetuosity from a syringe. The jet increases in brightness, and has less bulk when it at first issues from the cloud; but it dilates and grows dimmer as it goes farther off. There then arises, from a large opening in the cloud, a luminous train, or column, of which the motion is at first gentle and uniform, and which increases in size as it advances. The dimensions and duration of these columns vary considerably; their light is sometimes white, sometimes reddish, sometimes of a blood colour; and as they advance, their colours

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change, till they form a kind of arch in the heavens. When several of these columns, issuing from different places, encounter each other in the zenith, they intermingle with each other, and form, at their junction, a small thick cloud, which seems, as it were, to kindle, and sends forth a light considerably more brilliant than any of the separate columns. This light changes to green, blue, and purple; and, quitting its original station, it directs itself towards the south, in the form of a small bright cloud. When no more columns are seen to issue, the cloud assumes the appearance of the morning dawn, and insensibly dissipates itself. Sometimes the Aurora is formed and disappears in the course of a few minutes; at other times it continues the whole night; and one that was observed by Muschenbroek in 1734, lasted for ten days and nights successively. The lucid columns are often so transparent, that stars of the first and second magnitudes are visible through them; these also shine through the white border of the horizontal cloud, and sometimes, though rarely, through the opaque cloud itself. But many parts are so thin, that the smallest stars which are visible to the naked eye may be seen through them. A more beautiful spectacle than what is very frequently presented to us in these meteoric appearances, cannot easily be imagined; the spectacle is often grand and terrific, and is sometimes attended with a hissing, crackling noise, which rushes through the air, and is similar to a display of large fire-works. The hunters who pursue the white and blue foxes, on the confines of the icy sea, are often overtaken by these northern lights, at which times their dogs are so much frightened that they will not move, but crouch upon the ground till the noise has passed by them. Maupertuis observed a remarkable Aurora at Oswer-Zornca, which excited his admiration; an extensive region of the heavens towards the south appeared tinged with so lively a red, that the whole of the constellation Orion seemed to be dyed in blood. This light was for some time fixed, but it was soon in motion, and after having successively

assumed all the tints of violet and blue, it formed a dome, the summit of which was near the zenith in the south-west. Its splendour was so great as not to be affected by the strong light of the moon. He adds, that he only observed two of these red northern lights while he was in Lapland, and thinks that they are of rare occurrence in that country, although the Aurora there assumes a great variety of tints; he moreover observes, that they are considered by the poor ignorant natives as ominous, and the forerunners of calamity.

The accounts of noises attending the Aurora Borealis are sufficiently corroborated; they have been heard by numerous persons, and in various places. They have been heard in Hudson's Bay, in Sweden, Norway, and Lapland. Muschenbroek mentions, that the Greenland whale-fishers assured him that they had frequently heard the noise of the Aurora; but he adds, that no person in Holland ever heard any noise occasioned by them. Mr Cavallo, however, declares, that being in Northampton at the time when the northern lights were remarkably bright, he is confident that he heard a hissing or a whizzing sound. In the Orkney and Shetland Isles they are frequently heard. The writer of this article has been told by more than one gentleman from Orkney, that the noise made by the Aurora is often heard by the natives; and one of them assured him that he had sometimes heard it himself. They have also been heard in Canada. As we might very naturally expect, the Aurora Borealis is by no means confined to the northern hemisphere; for similar appearances, and like noises, have been observed and heard in high southern latitudes. If the existence of the Aurora Australis was at any time doubtful, it was completely ascertained by Captain Cooke in his second voyage round the world. "On February the 17th, in 1773,” says Mr Foster, who accompanied Cooke in the capacity of Naturalist, "in south latitude 58 degrees, a beautiful phenomenon was observed during the preceding night, which appeared again on this and several following nights. It consisted of

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