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which is presented gratuitously.-[A similar print with every number.]

"When the Christmas rout and riot
Terminate in scenes of quiet."

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licked up; all that finds a level, all is digested,
and it is not, gentle reader, "the little folk"
but the big who are the real consumers of
Christmas turkey and trifles.

"Well, but do go, I will mind the shop in your absence."

One new year drives out another, and takes up its place. It appears like a revolution of things. All the world runs riot. Children never think of sleeping, and grown persons -are in a state of childhood at this season. Frequently it is the presents you make that decides the attachment that is shown you; and your purse can best tell what chance you have to possess such and such friend at the end of the year. Since Christmas, what gifts have At this invitation, Frocard went off, and been made, or are yet to be made! what a circulation of silver! How many Victoria heads Parny set himself down at the counter, and began writing some verses of a new poem he change hands with the multitude! What a was then engaged on. Whilst he was in the medley of edible wares, and a still greater warmth of composition, a stranger entered the contrast of tastes! The confectioners have shop; one of those would-be wits, who, afexhausted their art, and turned into sweets a fecting the high-flown language of the drawprovince of beet-root, with a whole hemi-ing-room, with some phrases and quotations got by heart, which though they may sometimes sphere of saccharine canes. Our eyes have veil ignorance in the eyes of the multitude, been dazzled with bon bons, and dry crystalli- never impose upon the man of genius, or the zations. The devices on Christmas-cakes have man of letters. The lack-wit seeing at the counter a thin, pale-looking man, partially much astonished both "cakes" (i. e. noodles) bald, and dressed in an old frock coat, took

and wise men.

him for the librarian, and asked him with that We have seen the town of Bilboa in sugar-freedom and sententious tone of a book-man candy; Algiers in chocolate, and Torrento of the day for a copy of the Marotiques poems. Parny, finding himself obliged to represent famously cut on a turnip; Don Mick and the honest Frocard, and not wishing to lose him Emperor Nick both emblematically repre- the sale of a book, rose in order to look for the sented, the one in pan, the other in frosted works of Clement Marot, and handed them to The Queens of Spain and Portugal On opening a volume, his eyes fell accihave rejoiced in compote, and been well ideal-dentally on the ballad entitled, "The Boys ised in blanc-mange and transparent jelly without Care," beginning with the lines"Qui sont ceux là qui." But, thanks to the first of the year, all this is

the stranger.


John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court Fleet-street


One day Parny, going into Frocard's shop, inquired for a work which he wanted imme



"I have it not here," said the publisher; "it is at my warehouse. If I was not quite alone at this moment, I would step for it for you."

"What means all this gibberish ?" cried the man of words (not letters.)

"Did you not ask for the Marotiques poems ?"

"It is not that, my good fellow; it is not that at all."


"I do not believe there are any others," said Parny.


The Marotiques poems that I desire are those which relate to a certain Eleonora.†

66 I know of no other in that class but the essays of Parny," replied the poet with hesitation, and blushing deeply, in spite of him


"Parny! Parny! that's the very man : they are his Marotiques poems."

"Erotiques, perhaps you would say ?"


Erotiques, Marotiques, they re much the same thing."

"Yes, pretty nearly," said Parny, suppressing a smile, having by this time obtained a full facie evidence of the person before him, with a corresponding knowledge of his whereabout.

"Ah! here they are," added he, putting into the hands of his inquirer a couple of volumes bound in morocco, with handsome gilt edges.

"What are they?"

"Ma foi, I cannot very well tell you." "How! not know the price of your own books?"

"These little volumes are richer in binding, I believe, than the text; however, I suppose them well worth six francs."

"Upon which you will make me the allowance customary to men of letters?"

"I cannot in conscience make you any abatement," replied Parny, with a look full of meaning.

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"Well, since you must have it soUpon which the new customer paid the price of the book, and departed; letting fall a patronising look upon him, who he little sus

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Deep in the wave is a coral grove
Where the purple mullet and gold-fish
Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves
of blue,
That never are wet with the falling dew,
But in bright and changeful beauty shine,
Far down in the green and glossy brine.
The floor is of sand, like the mountain's drift,
And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow:
From coral rocks the sea-plants lift
Their boughs where the tides and billows
The water is calm and still below,

For the winds and waves are absent there,
And the sands are bright as the stars that glow

In the motionless fields of upper air.
There, with its waving blade of green,
The sea-flag streams through the silent

And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen
To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter.
There with a light and easy motion,
The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep

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this has been than its intrinsic absurdity, that has brought it into contempt. Raise it above the frivolous pur poses to which it has been applied, strip it of the gloom and horror with which it has been enveloped, and there is none, in the whole circle of visionary creeds, that could more delightfully elevate the imagination, or more tenderly affect the heart. It would become a sovereign comfort at the bed of death, soothing the bitter tear wrung from us by the agony


I am now alone in my chamber. The family have long since retired. I have heard their steps die away, and the doors clap to after them. The murmur of voices, and the peal of remote laughter, no longer reach the ear. The clock fromthe church, in which so many of the former inhabitants of this house lie buried,

has chimed the awful hour of midnight.

I have sat by the window and mused upon
the dusky landscape, watching the lights dis-of mortal separation.
appearing one by one from the distant village;
and the moon, rising in her silent majesty,
and leading up all the silver pomp of heaven.
As I have gazed upon these quiet groves and
shadowy lawns, silvered over and imperfectly
lighted by streams of dewy moonshine, my
mind has been crowded by "thick coming fan-
cies" concerning those spiritual beings which

that the souls of those we once loved were What could be more consoling than the idea permitted to return and watch over our welfare?-that affectionate and guardian spirits sat by our pillows when we slept, keeping a vigil over our most helpless hours ?-that beauty and innocence, which had languished into the tomb, yet smiled unseen around us, wherein we live over again the hours of past revealing themselves in those blest dreams endearments? A belief of this kind would, I should think, be a new incentive to virtue, rendering us circumspect, even in our most secret moments, from the idea that those we once loved and honoured were invisible witnesses of all our actions.


walk the earth

Unseen both when we wake and when we sleep."
Are there, indeed, such beings? Is this
space between us and the Deity filled up by
innumerable orders of spiritual beings forming
the same gradations between the human soul
and divine perfection, that we see prevailing
from humanity down to the meanest insect?
It is a sublime and beautiful doctrine incul-
It would take away, too, from that loneli-
cated by the early fathers, that there are guar-ness and destitution, which we are apt to feel
dian angels appointed to watch over cities and more and more as we get on in our pilgrim-
nations, to take care of good men, and to age through the wilderness of this world, and
guard and guide the steps of helpless infancy. find that those who set forward with us lov
Even the doctrine of departed spirits return-ingly and cheerily, on the journey, have one
ing to visit the scenes and beings which were by one dropped away from our side. Place
dear to them during the lies' existence, the superstition in this light, and I confess I
though it has been debased the absurd su- should like to he a believer in it. I see no-
perstitions of the vulgar, in itself is awfully thing in it that is incompatible with the tender
solemn and sublime.
and merciful nature of our religion, or revolt-
However lightly it may be ridiculed, yet the ing to the wishes and affections of the heart.
attention involuntarily yielded to it whenever
it is made the subject of serious discussion,
and its prevalence in all ages and countries,
even among newly-discovered nations that
have had no previous interchange of thought
with other parts of the world, prove it to be
one of those mysterious and instinctive beliefs
to which, if left to ourselves, we should natu-
rally incline.

There are departed beings that I have loved as I never again shall love in this world; that have loved me as I never again shall be loved. If such beings do ever retain in their blessed spheres the attachments which they felt on earth; if they take an interest in the poor concerns of transient mortality, and are per mitted to hold communion with those whom they have loved on earth, I feel as if now, at

In spite of all the pride of reason and phi-this deep hour of night, in this silence and losophy, a vague doubt will still lurk in the solitude, I could receive their visitation with mind, and perhaps will never be eradicated, the most solemn but unalloyed delight. as it is a matter that does not admit of positive In truth, such visitations would be too happy demonstration. Who yet has been able to for this world: they would take away from the comprehend and describe the nature of the bounds and barriers that hem us in and keep soul; its mysterious connection with the body; us from each other. Our existence is doomed or in what part of the frame it is situated? to be made up of transient embraces and long We know merely that it does exist; but separations. The most intimate friendshipwhence it came, and when it entered into us, of what brief and scattered portions of time and how it is retained. and where it is seated, does it consist! We take each other by the and how it operates, are all matters of mere hand; and we exchange a few words and looks speculation, and contradictory theories. If, of kindness; and we rejoice together for a few then, we are thus ignorant of this spiritual short moments; and then days, months, years essence, even while it forms a part of our-intervene, and we have no intercourse with selves, and is continually present to our con- each other. Or if we dwell together for a sciousness, how can we pretend to ascertain or season, the grave soon closes its gates, and deny its powers and operations, when released cuts off all further communion; and our from its fleshly prison-house? spirits must remain in separation and widowhood until they meet again in that more perfect state of being, where soul shall dwell with soul, and there shall be no such thing as death, or absence, or any other interruption of our union. WASHINGTON IRVING.

Every thing connected with our spiritual nature is full of doubt and difficulty. "We are fearfully and wonderfully made :' we are surrounded by mysteries, and we are mysteries even to ourselves. It is more the manner in



The following romantic story is related as a fact in a letter from Thessilonica, dated November 10:-"Mustapha Pacha, reputed to be the ablest of all the police officers of Turkey, has just delivered Macedonia from a formidable band of brigands, who have infested the country for upwards of four years. The means he took are too singular not to be mentioned. Having learnt that a young Albanian girl, bearing the name of Theodosia Maria Semik, residing at Mielnik, a town on the frontier of Greece, had secret communications with the robbers, Mustapha had her watched and questioned, but could not obtain any disclosures. He then engaged one of his lieutenants, named Ismael, a young man of remarkable personal beauty, to go and endeavour to gain her affections. This officer succeeded to such a degree that she became warmly attached to him, and informed him that her real name was Eudoxia Theresa Gherundaxi, and that she was the niece of the chief of the brigands, Michael Gregorio Gherundaxi, whose troop amounted to nearly 1500 men. She painted in glowing terms the charms of their errent and adventurous life, and urged Ismael to join them. He pretended to yield to her instances, and then learnt further from her that her uncle would hold a general muster of his band on October 28, in the forest of Pheloidos. All this Ismael communicated to Mustapha, but, in order to avert suspision, went with his fair one to the rendezvous. The wily Mustapha collected his troops, surrounded the assembled freebooters, and as they refused to surrender, attacked them with all his forces. The greatest number of the brigands fell on the spot, preferring death on the field to capture and ignominious execution. A few escaped for the moment, but they were afterwards taken, and are now waiting their sentence in the citadel of Thessalonica. Among the dead were found the chief, Gherundaxi, whose head was cloven by a stroke from a sabre, and the young Lientenant Ismael, whose breast had been penetrated by a musket-ball. Mustapha cut off the heads of all killed, and has paraded them in triumph through the town. The wretched Eudoxia, on discovering the treachery of her lover, has fallen into a state of complete abandonment, and is believed to have entirely lost her senses. Mustapha has taken her into his own palace, and ordered that every care her deplorable condition requires, shall be lavished upon her.


Sweet-scented flower! who'rt wont to blooin
On January's front severe,
And o'er the wintry desert dear
To waft thy waste perfume!
Come, thou shalt form my nosegay now,
And I will bind thee round my brow;
And, as I twine the mournful wreath,
I'll weave a melancholy song,
And sweet the strain shall be, and long
The melody of death.

Come funeral flower! who lov'st to dwell

With the pale corse in lonely tomb,
And throw across the desert gloom
A sweet, decaying smell-
Come, press my lips and lie with me
Beneath the lowly alder tree :
And not a care shall dare intrude,
And we will sleep a pleasant sleep,
To break the marble solitude,
So peaceful and so deep.

And hark! the wind-god, as he flies,
Moans hollow in the forest trees,
And, sailing on the gusty breeze,
Mysterious music dies.

Sweet flower, that requiem wild is mine;
It warns me to the lonely shrine,
The cold turf altar of the dead;
My grave shall be in yon lone spot,
Where, as I lie by all forgot,
A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed. suffocating atmosphere.



A great city situated amidst all that nature could create of beauty and of profusion, or art collect of science and magnificence—the growth of many ages-the residence of enlightened multitudes-the scene of splendour, and festivity, and happiness-in one moment withered as by a spell-its palaces, its streets, its temples, its gardens, "glowing with eternal spring," and its inhabitants in the full enjoyment of all life's blessings, obliterated from their very place in creation, not by war, or famine, or disease, or any of the natural causes of destruction to which the earth had been accustomed-but in a single night, as if by magic, and amid the conflagration, as it were, of nature itself, presented a subject on which the wildest imagination might grow weary without even equalling the grand and terrible reality. The eruption of Vesuvius, by which Herculaneum and Pompeii were overwhelmed, has been chiefly described to us in the letters of Pliny the younger to Tacitus, giving an account of his uncle's fate, and the situation of the writer and his mother. The elder Pliny had just returned from the bath, and was retired to his study, when a small speck or cloud, which seemed to ascend from Mount Vesuvius,

Old Times.—" "Twill be all the same thing a hundred years hence." "This," says • Sterne, "I deny;" founded on the following brief and well-accredited fact of a former period. In the reign of George I., about 120 years ago, General Oglethorpe (the friend of the Westley family), was invited to dine with a Cabinet Minister at eleven o'clock on the fol-attracted his attention. This cloud gradually lowing day. The General could not go, and increased, and at length assumed the shape of sent his excuse; being engaged, as he said, to a pine tree, the trunk of earth and vapour, and the leaves "red cinders." Pliny ordered his shoot snipes the next morning at Marylebone. The only vice that cannot be forgiven is hy-galley, and, urged by his philosophic spirit, pocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is went forward to inspect the phenomenon. In itself hypocrisy. a short time, however, philosophy gave way to

humanity, and he zealously and adventurously employed his galley in saving the inhabitants of the various beautiful villas which studded that enchanting coast. Amongst others, he went to the assistance of his friend Pomponianus, who was then at Stabia. The storm of fire, and the tempest of the earth, increased; and the wretched inhabitants were obliged, by the continual rocking of their houses, to rush out into the fields with pillows tied down by napkins upon their heads, as their sole defence against the showers of stones which fell on them. This, in the course of nature, was in the middle of the day; but a deeper darkness than that of a winter night closed around the ill-fated inmates of Herculaneum. This artificial darkness continued for three days and nights; and when, at length, the sun again appeared over the spot where Herculaneum stood, his rays fell upon an ocean of lava! There was neither tree, nor shrub, nor field, nor house, nor living creature; nor visible remnant of what human hands had reared: there was nothing to be seen but one black extended surface still streaming with mephitic vapour, and heaved into calcined waves by the operation of fire and the undulations of the earthquake! Pliny was found dead upon the sea-shore, stretched upon a cloth which had been spread for him, where it was conjectured he had perished early; his corpulent and apoplectic habit rendering him an easy prey to the


And this place our forefathers made for man!
This is the process of our love and wisdom,
To each poor brother who offends against us-
Most innocent, perhaps: and what if guilty?
Is this the only cure? Merciful God!
Each pore and natural outlet shrivelled up
By ignorance and parching poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till, changed to
They break out on him like a loathsome
Then we call in our pampered mountebanks-
And this is their best cure!-uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour
Seen through the steams and vapours of his
By the lamp's dismal twilight!-So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed
By fellowship with desperate deformity !
With other ministrations thou, O Nature!
Healest thy wandering and distempered child.
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing


Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters,
Till he relent, and can no more endure
To be a jarring and discordant thing,
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
But, bursting into tears, wins back his way;
His angry spirit healed and humanised
By the benignant touch of love and beauty.


The effort necessary to overcome difficulty urges the student on to excellence. When he can do well with ease, he grows comparatively careless and indifferent, and makes no farther advances to perfection.

We are rarely taught by our own experience and much less do we put faith in that of others;

We do not attend to the advice of the sage and experienced, because we think they are old, forgetting that they once were young and placed in the same situations as ourselves.

I have known persons withont a friendnever any one without some virtue. The virtues of the former conspired with their vices to make the whole world their enemies.

It has been observed that the proudest people are not nice in love. In fact, hey think they raise the object of their choice above every one else.

We are egotists in morals as well as in other things. Every man is determined to judge for himself as to his conduct in life, and finds out what he ought to have done, when it is too late to do it. For this reason, the world has to begin again with each successive gene


If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

We should be inclined to pay more attention to the wisdom of the old, if they showed greater indulgence to the follies of the young.


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