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corrupts the mind ; living to animal “Does a man from real conviction and trifling ones, debases it; and of heart forsake his vices ? The both, in their degree, disqualify it position is not to be allowed-nofor its genuine good, and consign it his vices have forsaken him!” over to wretchedness.
To fly from covetousness is to Where the peoples' affection is gain a kingdom. secured, the traitor's purpose is It is not death that destroyeth the prevented.
soul, but a bad life. Beauty is the true glass of divine Pomps and honors are bitter virtue, and suspicion the mirror in mockeries to the troubled mind. which we see our own noted dan Experience, that touchstone of gers.
truth, abundantly convinces us, that A man of no resolution, or of all parts of nature are in corresweak resolution, says an old drama, pondence with, and dependent on, will be won with a nut, and lost by each other for the exercise of their an apple.
functions, and the accomplishment True wisdom teacheth us both to of their destination ; and that the do well and to speak well.
final term in which the various uses They who are hasty in adopting of the parts which compose our new projects, ought to be reminded, world centre, is visibly man. that in all novelty there is hazard, Corrupt company is more infecand in all experiments there is a tious than corrupt air. risk of disappointment,-for no man There is no security in evil socican reason so accurately from the ety, where the bad are often made past, as to be certain of a future worse, the good seldorn better. result.
The bitterest fruit of distress is To play the scoffing fool well, is the bread of another's baking ; but a sign of some wit, but no wisdom. if it must be eaten in base company,
We seldom value rightly, what fortune has done her worst. we have never known the misery of He is my friend that succoreth wanting.
me—not he that pitieth me. Society is the true sphere of hu- The friends thou hast, and their adoption man virtue.
tried, Sterne has well expressed the Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment too common spirit of detraction of each new-hatch’d, unfledged comrade.
THE QUENCHING OF THE TORCH. “Look out for that sea, quarter- acting as como
mmodore, with a crew master !-Mind
your starboard of a dozen sheep, whose bleating as helm !--Ease her, man—ease her.” she rose on the crest of a wave
On it came rolling as high as the came back upon us, faintly blending foreyard, and tumbled in over the with the hoarse roaring of the storm, bows, green, clear, and unbroken. and seeming to cry, “No more
It filled the deep waist of the 'mutton for you, my boys!” Torch in an instant, and as I rose At length the lee ports were half smothered in the midst of a forced out—the pumps promptly jumble of men, pigs, hencoops, and rigged and manned—buckets slung spare spars, I had nearly lost an and at work down the hatchways; eye by a floating boarding-pike that and although we had narrowly eswas lanced at me by the jaugle of caped being swamped, and it conthe water. As for the boats on the tinued to blow hard, with a heavy booms, they had all gone to sea se- sea, the men, confident in the qualiparately, and were bobbing at us in ties of the ship, worked with glee, a squadron to leeward, the launch shaking their feathers, and quizzing
each other. But anon a sudden away, like the summer gossamer, and appalling change caine over and our masts and spars, crackling the sea and the sky, that made the before his fury like dry reeds in stoutest among us quail and draw autumn, were blown clean out of his breath thick. The firmament the ship, over her bows, into the darkened—the horizon seemed to contract-the sea became black as Had we shown a shred of the ink—the wind fell to a dead calm strongest sail in the vessel, it would the teeming clouds descended and have been blown out of the boltfilled the murky arch of heaven rope in an instant ; we had, therewith their whirling masses, until fore, to get her before the wind, by they appeared to touch our mast- crossing a spar on the stump of the heads, but there was neither light- foremast, with four men at the wheel, ning nor rain, not one glancing one - watch at the pumps, and the flash, not one refreshing drop-the other clearing the wreck. But our windows of the sky had been sealed spirits were soon dashed, when the up by Him who had said to the old carpenter, one of the coolest and storm, “Peace, be still.”
bravest men in the ship, rose through During this death-like pause, infi- the fore-hatch, pale as a ghost, with nitely more awful than the heaviest his white hairs streaming straight gale, every sound on board, the out in the wind. He did not speak voices of the men, even the creak- to any of us, but clambered aft, toing of the bulkheads, was heard wards the capstan, to which the with startling distinctness; and the Captain had lashed himself. “The water-logged brig, having no wind water is rushing in forward like a to steady her, labored so heavily in mill-stream, sir ; we have either the trough of the sea, that we ex- started a but, or the wreck of the pected her mast to go overboard foremast has gone through her every moment,
bows, for she is fast settling down by Do you see and hear that, sir ? " the head.”-“Get the boatswain to said Lieutenant Treenail to the fother a sail, then, man, and try it Captain. We all looked eagerly over the leak, but don't alarm the forth in the direction indicated. people, Mr. Kelson.". The brig There was a white line in fearful was, indeed, rapidly losing her contrast with the clouds and the buoyancy, and when the next heavy rest of the ocean, gleaming on the sea rose a-head of us, she gave a extreme verge of the horizon-it drunken sickening lurch, and pitchgrew broader-a low increasing ed right into it, groaning and tremgrowl was heard-a thick blinding bling in every plank, like a guilty mist came driving up a-stern of us, and condemned thing in the proswhose small drops pierced into the pect of impending punishment. skin like sharp hail "Is it rain ? “ Stand by, to heave the guns --“No, no,-salt, salt.” And now overboard.” Too late, too late the fierce Spirit of the Hurricane Oh God, that cry!-I was stunned himself, the sea Azrael, in storm and drowning, a chaos of wreck was and in darkness, came thundering beneath me, and around me, and on with stunning violence, tearing above me, and blue agonized gaspoff the snowy scalps of the tortured ing faces, and struggling arms, and billows, and with tremendous and colorless clutching hands, and sheer force, crushing down beneath despairing yells for help, where his chariot wheels their mountain- help was impossible ; when I felt ous and howling ridges into one le- a sharp bite on the neck, and vel plain of foaming water. Our breathed again. My Newfoundchainplates, strong fastenings, and land dog, Sneezer, had snatched at clenched bolts, drew like pliant me, and dragged me out of the edwires, shrouds and stays were torn dy of the sinking vessel,
For life, for dear life, nearly suf- half a dozen miserable sheep shrunk focated amidst the hissing spray, huddled together. Through the we reached the cutter, the dog and open door I saw the stars in the his helpless master.
deep blue heaven, and cold beams
of the newly risen moon were dancFor three miserable days, I had ing in a long flickering wake of silbeen exposed, half naked and bare- ver light, on the ever-heaving boheaded, in an open boat, without som of the ocean, whilst, the melanwater, or food, or shade. The third choly murmur of the surf breaking fierce cloudless West Indian noon on the shore, came booming the was long passed, and once more gentle night wind. I had been nouthe dry burning sun sunk in the rished during my delirium ; for the West, like a red-hot shield of iron. fierceness of my sufferings was In my horrible extremity, I impre- assuaged, and I was comparatively cated the wrath of Heaven on my strong, when I anxiously inquired defenceless head, and shaking my of the Lieutenant the fate of our clenched hands against the brazen shipmates. sky, I called aloud on the Almighty, “ All gone down in the old Torch; Oh, let me never see him rise and had it not been for the launch again!” I glared on the noble dog, and our four-footed friends there, I as he lay dying at the bottom of the should not have been here to have boat; madness seized me, I tore told it ; but raw mutton, with the his throat with my teeth, not for wool on, is not a mess to thrive on, food, but that I might drink his hot Tom. All that the sharks have blood—it flowed, and vampire-like left of the Captain and five seamen I would have gorged myself, but as came ashore last night. I have he turned his dull, grey, glazing buried the poor fellows on the beach eye on me, the pulses of my heart where they lay as well as I could, stopped, and I fell senseless. with an oar-blade for a shovel, and
When my recollection returned, the bronze ornament there (pointing I was stretched on some fresh plan- to the Indian) for an assistant." tain leaves, in a low smoky but, Here he looked towards the bowith my faithful dog lying beside dy; and the honest fellow's voice me, whining and licking my hands shook as he continued. and face. On the rude joists that “But seeing you were alive, I bound the rafters of the roof toge- thought if you did recover, it would ther, rested a light canoe with its be gratifying to both of us, after paddles, and over against me, on the having weathered it so long with wall, hung some Indian fishing im- him through gale and sunshine, to plements, and a long barreled lay the kind-hearted old man's head Spanish gun. Underneath lay a on its everlasting pillow as decently · Corpse, wrapped in a boat-sail, on as our forlorn condition permitted.” which was clumsily written, with As the Lieutenant spoke, Sneecharcoal,—“The body of John zer seemed to think his watch was Deadeye, Esq. late Commander of up, and drew off towards the fire. his Britannic Majesty's Sloop, Clung and famished, the poor brute Torch."
could no longer resist the temptaThere was a fire on the floor, at tion, but making a desperate snatch which Lieutenant Splinter, in his at the joint, bolted through the door shirt and trowsers, drenched, in- with it, hotly pursued by the Bullshorn, and death-like, was roasting frog.” a joint of meat, whilst a dwarfish Drop the leg of mutton, Sneea Indian, stark naked, sat opposite to zer,” roared the Lieutenant, "drop him, squatting on his hams more the mutton-drop it, sir, drop it, like a large bull-frog than a man, drop it” and fanning the flame with a palm
THOMAS CRINGLE, leaf. In the dark corner of the hut 17th September, 1830.
GENUINE Patriotism is one of the and activity, in the smaller parts, or noblest, because it is the most dis- lower orders, give facility to all its interested of affections. The love operations ; and each may do his of our kindred is implanted by na- part to impede them, by contempt ture in our bosoms, and kept alive of the laws, or neglect of his own there by the influence of duty and particular function or calling. We of habit ; and from it spring such a seldom make sufficient allowance reciprocity of pleasures and advan- for the heavy and vexatious respontages, that a man will usually culti- sibility which rests on the higher vate it for its own sake. But the powers of a state ; who are not only love of our country, though it be answerable for their own, and often also a natural and habitual affection, for the people's errors, but are someless closely involves our selfish com- times liable to all the animadverforts and gratifications. The inter- sions of an ignorant, misjudging est of each individual and that of populace, incapable of appreciating the public are no doubt intimately or even comprehending the motives connected ; yet men, in general, which actuate their rulers, yet ever may go quietly and carelessly ready to condemn piecemeal the through the world, quite indifferent measures which they have no means to everything beyond their own little of judging in the aggregate, and to circle of cares and interests, per- add murmurs and turbulence to the fectly exempt from national partiali- labors and difficulties of governty, or overweening anxiety for the ment. Let us imagine the situation public good. Even in the most tur- of a skilful mechanic, regulating the bulent times, the majority have little movements of some complicated else to do than to be quict ; but how piece of machinery (a clock for inmany virtues, how many duties (and stance), every part of which we will those not always the easiest of per- suppose to be endowed with the formance), are often comprised in power of seeing and reflecting, and that little phrase, to be quiet ! Let a right to speak and act, according it not be supposed that those who to its limited observations on the are loaded with the cares of govern- state of the whole clock. “Why ment, who toil in the senate, coin- should I swing to all eternity,” says mand fleets or armies, or otherwise the pendulum, “while above us all figure on the stage of public life, stands that lazy, sleek dial-plate, are the only true patriots. These, that never contributes a finger to indeed, deserve the thanks of their the movements of the clock, or so country, in proportion as their ef- much as looks down on me, who am forts in her service are constant toiling so far below him ? " On and disinterested : but the most ob
says the main-spring, “ you scure individual has also his part to are in your proper place, born to perform ; the poorest has his mite to drudge, and fit for nothing else ; contribute to the general stock of what have you to expect, when the internal peace, probity, and indus- importance of my function is overtry, which form the main support of looked ? I, who have been fashioned every government, and are the basis with the utmost delicacy, and polishof all national happiness and pros- ed with all the art of man : yet, perity. Some must be called to the while all the world gaze upwards on arduous task of conducting the great the dial, they forget even the existmachine which the mass of the peo- ence of a main-spring.'
66 You ple compose ; but every atom does have, indeed, both reason to comits part to forward or retard the plain, neighbors,” says the chain; movement. Submission, content, " yet your situations are sinecures
compared with mine, and I am ne- cited to turn its own way.” It must ver thought of, except to be screwed be allowed, that the task of the up, almost beyond what I have workman becomes rather arduous. strength to bear : and look at those While he tries to regulate the penidie gilt hands; while we toil to dulum, out fly pins ; while he adsupport their elevation, we have no- justs the wheel, the chain snaps, thing better to expect. Let us pull and the clapper of the bell rings out them down, or make them work an incessant din concerning abuse, harder, while we take our turn to liberty, and reform ; and all this rest."
“Lose no time in proclaim- time the clock stands, or goes wrong. ing our wrongs,” interposes the Thus we need not doubt that those bell;"for my part, I desire no rest who neglect their own calling, or until affairs go on better : I will murmur at the burden of their parstrike no more at their bidding, but ticular station, or stir up the same use my voice to a better purpose ; discontent in others, are not patriots, every pin and screw shall know its but, on the contrary, the worst enegrievance, and every wheel be in- mies a state can have to contend with.
“ Little things have their value.” The Last of the Witches.-The last in- quoted, chiefly as facts known to the audividual put to death for witchcraft in thor himself. In a remote part of the HighGreat Britain, was burnt little more than lands, an ignorant and malignant woman a century ago.-In the year 1722, (says seems really to have meditated the destrucSir Walter Scott,) a sheriff-depute of Suth- tion of her neighbor's property, by placing erland, Captain David Ross of Liuledean, in a cowhouse, or byre, as we call it, a pot took it upon him, in flagrant violation of of baked clay, containing locks of hair, the then established rules of jurisdiction, parings of nails, and other trumpery. This
pronounce the last sentence of death for precious spell was discovered, the design witchcraft which was ever passed in Scot- conjectured, and the witch would have land. The victim was an insane old wo been torn to pieces, had not a high-spirited man belonging to the parish of Loth, who and excellent lady in the neighborhood had so little idea of her situation as to re- gathered some of her people (though these joice at the sight of the fire which was were not very fond of the service), and by destined to consume her. She had a daugh- main force taken the unfortunate creature ter lame both of hands and feet, a circum out of the hands of the populace. The forstance attributed to the witch's having midable spell is now in my possession.been used to transform her into a pony, About two years since, as they were takand get her shod by the devil. It does not ing down the walls of a building formerly appear that any punishment was inflicted used as a feeding-house for cattle, in the for this cruel abuse of the law on the per town of Dalkeith, there was found below Son of a creature so helpless; but the son the threshold stone, the withered heart of of the lame daughter, he himself distin some animal stuck full of many scores of guished by the same misfortune, was living pins ;-a counter-charm, according to trasu lately as to receive the charity of the dition, against the operations of witchcraft present Marchioness of Stafford.' Since on the cattle which are kept within. this deplorable action, there has been no Among the almost innumerable droves of judicial interference in Scotland on ac bullocks which come down every year count of witchcraft, unless to prevent ex from the Highlands for the south, there is plosions of popular enmity against people scarce one but has a curious knot upon his suspected of such a crime, of which some tail, which is also a precaution, lest an evil instances could be adduced. The remains eye, or an evil spell, may do the animal of the superstition sometimes occur; there harm. can be no doubt that the vulgar are still Eyes.- Descartes preserved all his life addicted to the custom of scoring above an astonishing predilection for women the breath, as it is termed (that is, draw- who squinted; and why? because the first ing blood, by two cuts in the form of a woman who made an impression on his cross on the witch's forehead), and other heart had that defect.-Southey, speaking counter-spells, evincing that the belief in of the late Rev. George Whitefield, says, witchcraft is only asleep, and might in re “his complexion was very fair, his feamote corners be again awakened to deeds tures regular, his eyes small and lively, of of blood. An instance or two may be a dark blue color; 'in recovering from the