"UBI MEL, IBI MUSCA.' No. 1-NEW SERIES. SATURDAY, JANUARY 6. [TWOPENCE Every purchaser of this number of "THE FLY," is entitled to an exquisitely executed Lithographic PRINT, THE NEW YEAR-1839. "When the Christmas rout and riot Terminate in scenes of quiet." 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 licked up; all that finds a level, all is digested, PARNY AT HIS PUBLISHER'S.* inquired for a work which he wanted imme- "I have it not here," said the publisher; "Well, but do go, I will mind the shop in your absence." are in a state of childhood at this season. Fre- and wise men. On opening a volume, his eyes fell accidentally on the ballad entitled, "The Boys without Care," beginning with the lines Qui sont ceux là qui.” John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court Fleet-street "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.t "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 self. "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. "Well, since you must have it so――" Upon which the new customer paid the price of the book, and departed; letting fall a patronising look upon him, who he little sus rove, 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 flow. The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, grove. PERCIVAL. O'Connell and the Wounds of the State! "It's mighty fine," remarked O'Connell a few days ago, "to be talking about my power, and my abilities in the cause of agitation: but I tell you this, that I have opened a wound in the State, and while I can keep it open, I'm all right but if it was like a wound in one's body, arrah, my jewel, I should't touch another penny of the rint, for it would be cured before morning by that remarkably celebrated preparation called Holloway's Ointment!-Sure, does'nt it cure every thing of the external kind of disorder? MIDNIGHT MUSINGS. 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 disappearing 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 fancies" concerning those spiritual beings which walk the earth which this superstition has been degraded, 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 of mortal separation. 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. Unseen both when we wake and when we sleep." A However lightly it may be ridiculed, yet the 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 naturally 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 consciousness, how can we pretend to ascertain or deny its powers and operations, when released from its fleshly prison-house? 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 each other. Or if we dwell together for a season, the grave soon closes its gates, and cuts off all further communion; and our 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. And o'er the wintry desert dear Come funeral flower! who lov'st to dwell And hark! the wind-god, as he flies, The following romantic story is related as a Sweet-scented flower! who'rt wont to bloom fact in a letter from Thessilonica, dated No-On January's front severe, vember 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 THE LAST DAYS OF HERCULANEUM. 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 flower, that requiem wild is mine; 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 A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed. suffocating atmosphere. KIRK WHITE. 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, Old Times.-""Twill be all the same thing has been chiefly described to us in the letters a hundred years hence." This," of Pliny the younger to Tacitus, giving an acSterne, "I deny;" founded on the following count of his uncle's fate, and the situation of brief and well-accredited fact of a former the writer and his mother. The elder Pliny period. In the reign of George I., about 120 had just returned from the bath, and was reyears ago, General Oglethorpe (the friend of tired to his study, when a small speck or cloud, the Westley family), was invited to dine with which seemed to ascend from Mount Vesuvius, 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 shoot snipes the next morning at Marylebone. the leaves "red cinders." Pliny ordered his 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 says THE DUNGEON. And this place our forefathers made for man! They break out on him like a loathsome Then we call in our pampered mountebanks And this is their best cure!-uncomforted With other ministrations thou, O Nature! sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, TO THE COUNTRY TRADE. 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