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er, he took his gun, repaired to her he should not have thought of their use.house, and deliberately shot her dea d Among several, he may mention three inThe inisguided man is to be tried at plaster of the London Pharmacopæia bave

stances in which the opium and cumin the next assizes.' He acknowledges proved conspicuously serviceable

. The the act of which he was guilty, but de- first, a case of obstinate rheumatism, fixed clares that he shot the devil under the upon the large mass of muscular fibres that

are connected with the movements of the form of the wicked hag.

back and lower limbs; the second, one of SIR FRANCIS BULLER

chronic inflammation of the membrane while pupil to Mr. Coulthard, uncle to stance of atrophy, in which the prevailing

lining the bowels ; and the third, an inthe Graham of Lincoln's Inn, having irritation was so great as imperiously to rebought a fiddle, was addressed as fol- quire opium, while the idiosyncracy of the lows by the special pleader just allu- patient was such as to forbid its internal ded to :-"I would advise you, young

Now, in these examples of beneficial re. man, to part with your kit, for music sult, what has been the modus operandi ? is so enticing, that, if you take to it, Is a warm and anodyne plaster to rheuyou will never endeavour to compre- matic muscles a mechanical support to hend Coke upon Littleton.” Mr. Bul- their fibres? If so, one should anticipate ler took the hint ; and became a judge !

an equal effect froin mere bandage. Are the cutaneous nerves, or the cutaneous ab

sorbents, parts of the series through which GASCON'S DINNER FOR A WEEK.

the mitigation of pain or the sabduction of Are you Frenchman enough to know irritation are brought about? In that case, bow a Gascon sustains his family for a what becomes of our theory, that the outer week :

skin whilst unabraded forms a barrier

against the admission of things from withDinanche, une esclanche ;

out ? And why cannot we effect the same Lundi, froide et salade ;

good through the media of the stomach Mardi, j'aime la grillade ;

and internal absorbents? The fact is, that Mercredi, bachee;

vital circumstance, either in orderly mani. Jeudi, bon pour la capillotade ;

festation or irregular display, presents us Vendredi, point de gras;

with a constant puzzle to ingenuity and Samedi, qu'on me casse les os, et les chi- employment of thought; and we are apt, ens creveront des restes de mon mouton.

by entering with too much eagerness into NELSON.

seeming openings for solution, to pursue « There are three things, young less speculation.

their tract into confusing labyrinths of usegentleman,” said Nelson to one of his

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* All practitioners of medicine will occasionally ter has witnessed beneficial effects from tain drugs, and indeed to articles of diet.

have met with these peculiar susceptibilities to cer

Many inplasters applied to the body's surface, in dividuals, even with a powerful stomach generally, cases where, without having been forced can never eat with impunity of some kinds of meat, almost into their employment, by want of which are abstractedly easy of digestion ; and to

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That time is past,
And all its acbing joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures ! Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur. Other gifts
Have followed for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense.

Wordsworth.
I.

When winds were low, and flowers in bloom, Ten years ago, ten years ago,

And hand in hand have kept together, Life was to us a fairy scene ;

And still will keep, 'mid storm and gloom ; And the keen blasts of worldly woe

Endeard by ties we could not know
Had sered not then its patbway green.

When life was young-ten years ago!
Youth and its thousand dreams were ours,
Feelings we ne'er can know again ;

Has Fortune frown'd ? Her frowns were vain, Unwither'd hopes, upwasted powers,

For hearts like ours she could not chill; And frames unworn by mortal pain.

Have friends proved false ? Their love might wane, Such was the bright and genial flow

But ours grew fonder, firmer still.
Of life with us-ten years ago!

Twin barks on this world's changing wave,
II.

Stedfast in calms, in tempests tried ;
Time has not blanch'd a single hair

In concert still our fate we'll brave, That clusters round thy forehead now :

Together cleave life's fitful tide; Nor bath the cankering touch of care

Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow, Left even one furrow on thy brow.

Youth's first wild dreams--ten years ago ! Thine eyes are blue as when we met,

VI. In love's deep truth, in earlier years ;

Have we not knelt beside his bed, Thy cheek of rose is blooming yet,

And watch'd our first-born blossom die? Though sometimes stain'd by secret tears;

Hoped, till the shade of hope had fled, But where, ob where's the spirit's glow, ;

Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ?
That shone through all—ten years ago ?

Was it not sweet, in that dark hour,
III.

To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs,
I too am changed--I scarce know why-

Our bud had left its earthly bower, Can feel each flagging pulse decay ;

And burst to bloom in Paradise ? And youth and health, and visions high,

What to the thought that sooth'd that woe Melt like a wreath of snow away;

Were heartless joys-ten years ago !

VII.
Time cannot sure have wrought the ill;
Though worn in this world's sick’ning strife,

Yes, it is sweet, when heaven is bright,
In soul and form, I linger still

To share its sunny beams with thee ; In the first summer month of life ;

But sweeter far, 'mid clouds and blight, Yet journey on my path below,

To have thee near to weep with me. Oh ! how unlike-ten years ago :

Then dry those tears,--though something changed IV.

From what we were in earlier youth, But look not thus-I would not give

Time, that bath hopes and friends estranged, The wreck of hopes that thou must share,

Hath left us love in all its truth; To bid those joyous hours revive

Sweet feelings we would not forego When all around me seem'd so fair.

For life's best joys-ten years ago. We've wander'd on in sunny weather,

February 3, 1824.

A. A. W 57 ATHENEUM VOL. 1. 2d series.

(Mon. Mag.)

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-it fell.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BRIDAL. "THE Night before the Bridal, a That she was lovely, aye, and lov'd as ever, Spanish Tale, and other Poems,

Aod spread his arms to fold again her form by Catherine Grace Garnet,” rises far But she sprung from his grasp, and answer'd “ Never ?

To his false heart, and riot in each charm; above the common class of poetical o never,--so heaven witness me!-shalt thou productions with which the press is Thy perjur'd arms, thou base one, round me throw.” teçming. The versification, if not re She stood, -oh! how shall I describe her!-how markable for its elegance, is never tame Pourtray her bearing, as she towering stood, and insipid, and the story is well imag

With eye of lightning, brow to which the blood

Rush'd vengeful red, bigb breast and swelling vein, ined. A young Sevillian lady is

Lip mute with its umutterable disdain. doomed from her infancy to become the resident of a cloister; she even He shrunk beneath the vengeance of her eye, takes the vows,—but still remains in There was nought earthly like to it. A cry,her father's house until he departs for A craven cry-escap'd him : he had niet the wars. In the mean time, Helena His foe undaunted, so would meet him yet ;

Had fac'd the battle in its darkest lower, (the name of the heroine,) becomes Defied, and even woo'd, the frown of fate ; acquainted with a young cavalier of But he had never bravd a woman's hate; the name of Leontio; they become And that subdu'd bím. Never till that hour lovers although there is no lawful hopellad he felt fear come o'er him: he had need, for either : the consequence of this is,

For she had nerv'd her sinews for a deed,

How shall I write it! forth from her dark vest that Helena yields herself to Leontio's Flaslia the bright steel,-~'twas rais’d,='ıwas aim'd, guilty passion the very night before he sets off in company with her father : Merciful God ! ah no, not on his breast, she is immediately immersed in her But to the earth. Her heart was woman's still, convent. Don Miguel, her father,

The thought was murd'rous, but she could not kill.

The conflict past, she fell,-her dark hair wreath'd falls in battle. Leontio returns,-falls

Around her form,-nor nord, nor look'd, nor in love with a young rich heiress, of breath'd. the name of Inez,-woos her, and is accepted. Helena hears of this, and,

Inez, on her bridal morn, anxiously maddened at the news, sends a letter awaits the coming of Leontio; but he to her seducer, entreating him to meet does not appear. At last she is informher, the night before the bridal, in the ed by a menial that his body, covered deserted house of her deceased parent.

with wounds, had been found near the He comes, and sees her in all her

towers of Alcazar : she instantly falls charms, seated in a magnificent apart liseless. Seville is in an uproar on acment: his heart at first seems to sosten,

count of this murder : Leontio had been but it soon regains its wonted tone :

seen the preceding night to enter the How could he chide ber kneeling there,-so full gute of Don Miguel : thither rush the of grief, and shame, and unabated love;

crowds,--they seek Helena :With her wbite arms, so long and beautiful, Wound closely round him? How could he reprove

And there she sat ! the dying lamp gleam'd faint That fondness whicb, if it, alas ! had grown

l'pon her figure; tanguage cannot paint To crimc, had sidn'd for him, and him alove?

Her marble look,-her desolate despair; Yet he did chide ber, and ignobly strove

Nor their transfix'd amaze to find her there, To cast all guilt from his unmanly soul,

Like tenant of the tomb; she whom they had And beap on ber the infamy of the whole.

thought He has not deem'd she own'd a heart so frail,

To have found there with guilt and shame o'erHe thought her shielded by a vestal's veil ;

wrought. What was his crime? Love in her bosom burn'd,

They trac'd no sign of fear,—but guilt, deep guilt, And mutual passion he for hers return'd.

Glared all around her : at her feet there lay 'Twas idle now against the past to rail,

That gleaming poniard, jewelld at the bilt, 'Twas but a youthful error, and no more;

But bloodless ; tbat avail'd noi,—there it lay : Kush'd in their bearts, 'twould pass all silent o'er; Was it fit instrument for maiden's hand ? The world would hear nought of it,--why then waste Upon the board that silver cup did stand, One precious hour in grieving o'er the past ? As he bad drain'd it: wine and viands rare le swore to ber,--cold sensualisi! how he swore, - In house of mourning spread,-what did they there!

She is siezed, and brought to trial,- But that guilt clung to me where'er I went, where she vehemently asserts that she Making my soul its own fierce burning beli.

Is there no hope for me? O father, say. is intirely innocent of the deed : her protestations, however, avail her not,

The priest had turn'd in sickening ear away, she is condemned and executed. Many

And o'er bis brow his shrouding garb had fung,

Still on his ear the dark confession rung ; years pass away, till one night the priest He thought on that yet well remember'd day, who attended her in her last moments, And on the parting words of Helena ; is called to visit the couch of a dying How to the last she had asserted clear man, and to hear his confession : Her innocence. He turn'd him,-wbat lay there?

The murderer's corse stretch'd on its gorgeous bier. He lay in slumber, if such could be calla

Loud rolld the storm; one broad sulphureous flame A frightful sleep that every eye appall'd;

Flash'd through the chamber, and then redly came His blue lips mov'd, his glassy eye-balls rollid Full on that couch. The features of the dead And his band grappled with the curtains' fold. Glared in the light one moment,

then were spread

O'er them those pale and livid hues that come He confesses himself to be a noble of Faintly to show the secrets of the tomb. the first rank, who had aspired to the hand of Inez, but, being supplanted by Thus ends the poem : the specimens Leontio, he in revenge caused him to which we have given of it speak for be murdered.

themselves; they require no panegyr

ist, and cannot fail to recommend the I 'scaped the vengeance of the laws,-one fell

entire work to universal favour. of my foul crime the victim innocent.

THE OWL.

BY BERNARD BARTON, THE QUAKER POET.

(Eclectic Review, July.)

BIRD of the solemn midnight hour !

Thy Poet's emblem be ;
If arms might be the Muse's dower,

His crest were found in thee:
Though tippant wits thy dulness blame,
And Superstition fondly frame

Fresh omens for thy song :-
With me thou art a favourite bird,
of habits, hours, and haunts preferr'd

To day's more noisy throng.
are not thy habits grave and sage,

Thyself beseeming well,
Like hermit's in his hermitage,

Or pun's in convent cell?
Secluded as an anchorite,
Tbou spend'st the hours of garish light

In silence and alone :
'Twere well if nuns and hermits spent
Their days in dreams as innocent,

As thine, my bird, have flown,
Are not the hours to thee most dear,

Those which my bosom thrill?
Evening-whose charms my spirits cheer,

And Night, more glorious still.
I love to see thee slowly glide
Along the dark wood's leafy side,

On undolating wing,
So noigeless in thy dream-like flight,
Thou seem'st more like a phantom sprite,

Tban like a living thing.

I love to hear thy hooting cry,

At midnight's solemn hour,
On gusty breezes sweeping by,

And feel its utmost power :
From Nature's depths it seems to come,
When other oracles are dumb ;

And eloquent its sound,
Assertiog Night's majestic sway,
And bearing Fancy far away

To solitudes profound ;
To wild, secluded haunts of thine,

Which hoary eld reveres ;
To ivied turret, mould'ring shrine,

Gray with the lapse of years ;
To hollow trees by lightning scath'd ;
To cavern'd rocks, whose roots are bath'd

By some sequester'd stream;
To tangled wood, and briery brake,
Where only Echo seems awake

To answer to thy scream.
While habits, hours, and haunts so lone

And losty, blend with thee,
Well may'st thou, bird of night! be prone

To touch thought's nobler key;
To waken feelings undefin'd,
And bring home to the Poet's mind,

Who frames his Vigil-Lay,
Visions of higher musings born,
And fancies brighter than adorn

His own ephem'ral day.

(Lond. Lit. Gaz.)

SIX MONTHS IN MEXICO.

BY WM. BULLOCK.

WE continue our extracts from this houses, except one, are now closed, and

cross.

We met yesterher preface.

day, it being Lent, a religious procession, On the road between carrying a figure of Christ bearing his Vera Cruz and Mexico,

The streets through which it passed “Xalapa, or Jalapa, from which the well

had been swept, watered, and strewed with known drug takes its name, was till within orange leaves and flowers ; and many of the last century the great mart of New with flowers and drapery, placed over the

the houses bad small crosses, decorated Spain for Europcan goods. All mercban.

doors. dise arriving at Vera Cruz (the unhealthi.

“ The shops and warehouses do not ness of which prevented merchants from

make a showy appearance, as nothing is stopping there) was brought on mules to

The barbers' the great annual fair held in this city, and exposed in the windows. attended by all the mercantile interests of shops, however, form an exception : they this part of the world. The opening of

are very numerous, and have a very res

Mambrioo's helmet is the grand mart took place amid much forin pectable exterior.

AN aud religious ceremony ; prayers and pro- articles of European manufacture are dear,

sported as a sign over their doors. cessions were made by the clergy for the being three or four hundred per cent.above success of trade, but they expected some remuneration for this service--and the no.

the cost price, and generally of the worst

kind. This is probably owing to the merous churches and rich religious establish. ments amply attest the liberality of the policy of Old Spain in compelling the promerchants. The city at present contaius vinces to receive all supplies from the mo13,000 inhabitants ; but at the time of the

ther country. fair it was crowded to excess. It is proba. cellency of its washing : I never saw linen

" Xalapa is justly celebrated for the exbly decreasing in population, though still a very handsome place. It has many two

Jook so well; many of the inhabitants of storied houses, built after the old Spanish Vera Cruz send hither to have their washmanner, forming a square, and enclosing a

ing done. Near one of the entrances is a court planted with trees and flowers, and fountain of the purest water supplying a having a well or fountain. The roofs are which 144 persons can be employed at the

public washhouse, called Techacupa, in tiled, and not flat as in Vera Cruz, yet pro

same time.

Each washerwoman is supjecting from the sides, sheltering the house from the sun in hot weather, and keeping it plied with a constant stream, conveyed by dry in the rainy season. Many are furnish- pipes to a stone vessel in which the linen is ed with glass windows, and most have an

soaked. Added to this is a flat stone on oroamental grating in front of those on the which they wash, and this constitutes the ground floor, which admits a free circula: formed with cold water and soap, and the

whole apparatus. The operation is pertion of air--for the climate is so delightful lipen is rubbed by the hand as in England. as seldom to require their being closed.There are still eight churches of a mixed with which they sometimes rubbed the

I observed that the women had a cut lemon style of architecture; they are kept clean

clothes. and the interiors highly decorated with carving, gilding, and painting. The high

“ Both men and women in general are altar of the Cathedral is of silver, and the very ill-informed with respect to the state walls are covered with gilt ornaments.-

of Europe. They helieve the continent to There are eleven other altars; and the ser

be under the dominion of Spain; that Eng. vice is performed in an orderly apd impres.

land, France, Italy, Holland, Germany, &c. sive manner. I attended"high mass on Sun.

are only so many paltry states or provioces day, which was very splendid ; all the fe

to which the king of Spain appoints govermales above the very lowest class wear

nors, who superintend the manufactories, black, and are dressed alike, with a hand

&c. for the benefit of that country. I found some lace veil over the head, but which is lady asked me where a muslin dress had

it dangerous to contradict this fintly. One seldom worn over the face ; in this respect been made ?" in England ;' ' and bow retaining less of the manner of the mother country than is still to be found in Antwerp I replied ; - well then, what is England but

came it here?" probably through Spain,' and in the Netherlands, although so long a period has elapsed since these countries

the workshop of Spain?' Many think that were subject to Spain. A great proportion

the riches of Spain cnable the others, and of the congregation were Indians, who had

as they call them, the poorer parts of Eu. come to market, and it was really a pleas

rope to live. ing sight to observe with what attention

« Of the wars in Europe they know as and devotion this siinple and innocent peo

little as of its general state ; and even the pie, the descendants of canvibal ancestors, in Xalapa, though they had heard indeed

name of Wellington seemed scarcely known performed their acknowledgements to their Creator. All the convents and; religious

of the buccaneers, and spoke of our illus.

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