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They rose and fell in gushes, as the sound
Of the wind-spirit's harp upon the breeze;

Now dying like the twilight when around
The purple light goes darkling by degrees:

Now mounting nigh the lofty notes rebound
In melody's full thunder, prompt to seize

On the last hold of passion, raise, subdue,

Or thrill through every vein with rapture new.

Valentine stopp'd, struck by the hidden spell,
And the sweet influence of that witchery;

Then, confident that danger could not dwell
Where issued such delicious harmony,

He cautious stole toward a little dell
Whence it proceeded, and behind a tree

He stood and gazed from whence the notes had come

He gazed, and was struck motionless and dumb.

He saw two creatures such as his free thought
Had never pictured in a seraph blest

With heaven's own beauty,—for he had been taught
To think there was a heaven where he should rest

After life's journey finish'd, and had wrought
Bright fancies of each glory and each guest

That did inhabit there—'twas only earth

Of which he 'd been in ignorance from his birth.

But all he'd painted in imagination

Of forms and beings, he now saw outdone:
His heart beat quick, but still he kept his station,

Fix'd as a Phidian statue carved in stone And looking mute attention—no cessation i. His gaze allow'd itself, he seem'd alone

To breathe for vision, and alone to be
Created for one single end—to see.

One of these forms of loveliness was tall,
And seem'd beneath the dark green shade to be

A dream of light; her hand and arm were small,
And with their alabaster, clasp'd a tree

In her reclining ; her rich hair, let fall
Over her low full shoulders, to her knee

In fine light ringlets reach'd—her eyes were blue,

Her cheek transparent the blood tinted through.

She smiled on a companion seated low
Upon a flowery hillock—a brunette

With raven locks that waved in graceful flow
Over her skin voluptuous, stouter set

In form, but symmetry itself; a glow
Of fascination round her black eyes met.

As round the charm'd ones of the basilisk,

And not less dangerous to dare their risk.

The blue eyes look'd all languor, faith and love,
Meekness and truth, confiding purity—

The black were of the earth, and seem'd to prove
A temperament more passionate and high;

The blue.seem'd heavenly, as from above
Looking down hope of mercy—the black eye

Inspired a confidence that longM to say,

"He mine, and I am thine eternally."

What wonder the youth stood like one bereft

Of corporal existence! Never fear Intruded on him, though alone and left

So near strange beings;—but it was not clear What was his feeling, for divided, cleft

Into amaze, and something haply near The mystic power that links the soul of man To female loveliness—he could not scan—

He could not picture it: but to our tale—

The beauteous creatures rose, and suddenly Departed from that spot home to the vale

Where they were born and dwelt; the youth each eye Alternate rubbed. Was he awake? appeal

He made to memory successfully,
That he had toil'd in hunting all the day,
And the sun only now had stolen away.

And it was not a vision! Then he gazed
After those beings, where they just had been,

Till his eyes ached mtently, and amazed,
As a son looks to where he just has seen

His father's spirit—but he still was pleased
When he reflected on the enchanting scene—

For he had never thought that things so fair

Inhabited on earth or lived in air.

Valentine told his anxious, waiting sire
The sights he witness'd, asking what they were,

Those strange and lovely beings;—to enquire
Was natural; but the sire would not declare

The truth to his young ear; but with desire
To hold him safe within deception's snare,

Said, " They were fairy beings, born and bred

In the sun's orb, where they at sunset fled ;—

"That they were foes, the direst man e'er saw,

That led him to destruction, smiled to kill, Allured but to betray; obey'd no law,

Nor faith, nor honour; while their every will
Was false and hollow, and their art would draw

Him, their sought victim, to perdition's ill
Unless he fled them, for their voice was death,
Their eyes kill'd peace, poison was in their breath."

Valentine, scarcely credulous, then said,—

"Evil i» even good, if such betray; They arc the loveliest creatures ever head

Dream'd into life ideal; fancy's play
They mock to scorn. Father, these fairies shed

Upon my heart strange feelings; I Ml away
If I can flee, should they descend again ;—
Would they were meet companions for us men !"—

"How sweet this wild wood and this cave would be,

I can't help thinking either," Valentine Whisper'd to his young bosom secretly,

Yet check'd himself, as fearing to repine,
Or doubt his parent's caution—" if with mc

They dwelt, or sat under the shady vine,
The thick wild vine that spreads above us here ;—•
Yet 'tis a wish too dangerous I fear!"

Here I mast close abruptly. If he went
Another glance at these fair forms to steal;

If he, despite his father, ever sent

A sigh towards them, 1 '11 not now reveal:—

Tis likely that he did not rest content,

And in the woods for life his limbs conceal,

For they were manly, made for woman's eye :—

The sequel shall be coming by and by.


"I know very well that those who are commonly called learned women, have lost all manner of credit by their impertinent talkativeness and conceit of themselves ;—it is a wrong method and ill choice of books that makes them just so much the worse for what they have read." Swift's Letter to a Young Lady.

Ah! my dearest Maria Louisa! you who are still enjoying at the Institution the lectures of the most elegant of all professors; you who twice a week have an opportunity of witnessing his ingenious experiments in pneumatics, aerostatics, and hydrostatics, while he explains all the different 'ologies of the alphabet, from anthology to zoology! you who are, perhaps, at this moment inhaling the gas of nitrous oxide or gas of paradise, how do I envy you your sensations and associations! Most joyfully do I sit down to perform my promise of writing an account of my journey to Worthing, not to indulge in the frivolous tittle-tattle to which so many of our sex are addicted, but to attempt a scientific journal worthy of our studies, and of the opportunities afforded us by our constant attendance at so many of the learned lectures in London. Nothing occurred on the road worthy of particular mention: the indications of the barometer, the mean temperature of the thermometer, and the contents of the pluviometer, will be found in the tables which we have agreed to interchange weekly. In the meadows through which we occasionally passed, I observed several fine specimens of the mammalia class of quadrupeds, such as the bos tauras, or common ox; the ovis aries, of Linnaeus, or sheep; the equus caballus, or horse; the asinus, or ass, both Jenny and Jack; and the caprxa kircus, or common goat, both Billy and Nanny. By-the-by these vulgar methods of discriminating genders are very unscientific, and may often lead to mistakes. Learned language cannot be too precise.

In the hedges, I recognised some curious flowers, particularly the bcllis, of the order polygamia superflua, vulgb the daisy; the cardamine, to which Shakspeare has given the vulgar name of the lady's smock; the callha, or marigold, with its radiated discous flower, to which the lower orders assign a coarser appellation; culm-keys, mentioned in Walton's Angler; mithridate mustard, or charlock; the primula, or primrose; violets, you (remember Shakspeare's sweet lines

"Violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
Or Cytherea's breath;")

folium andfumaria, or darnel and fumatory, ingredients in the wreath of the broken-hearted Ophelia; together with several fine specimens of the cariuus, or common thistle.

On our arrival at Worthing, we dined with our friends the Tomkins family, where we had the scapula of the ovis, or a shoulder of mutton, with a sauce of macerated cepte, two birds of the gallinaceous tribe served with sisymbrium, or water-cresses, and the customary vegetables of brassica, lactuca, and spinacia, through none of which the aqueous fluid had been sufficiently allowed to percolate. There was also soup which retained so considerable a portion of caloric, that it scalded my palatic epidermis, and the piper nigrum, or black pepper, with which it was seasoned occasioned a very unpleasant degree of titillation in the whole of the oral region. In the afternoon, the water in the kettle not having been raised to 212 of Fahrenheit, or that point at which evaporation commences, the thta viridis, or green tea, formed an imperfect decoction, in which state, I believe, its diaphoretic qualities are injurious. Mrs. Tomkins declared she never drank any thing herself but the simple element; but I informed her that if she meant water, it was by no means a simple element, but compounded of oxygen and hydrogen; and I availed myself of this opportunity for instructing her that atmospheric air is also a mixture, containing about seventy-three parts of azotic, and twenty-seven of oxygen gas, at which the ignorant creature only exclaimed, " Well, I have seen myself a good many red gashes across the sky, particularly at sunset." She was dressed in a gown woven from the filaments of the phalama bombyx, or silkworm, dyed in a red tincture of the small insect called coccus ilicis by Linnaeus, which is found on the bark of the quercus cocci/era. By way of changing the conversation,

which was turning upon Miss T 's proficiency in music, I asked

her, in allusion to the geological controversy, whether she preferred the Vulcanian or the Neptunian systems, when the silly girl replied with a stare that she had not heard either of the tunes!!

But, my dearest Maria Louisa, I may confess to you, that I am daily more and more horrified by the sad blunders of mamma, who has not, like us, received the benefits of scientific instruction, and yet, while she sits at the window knitting, will every now and then catch a word which she fancies she understands, and betray the most pitiable ignorance in her attempts to join the conversation.—For instance, while I was this morning explaining to Miss Tomkins the difference between hydrogen and oxygen, she . exclaimed, without taking her eyes from her work, "Well, it's a liquor I never taste myself, but in my time Booth's was reckoned the best gin." We had been visiting a house in which I complained of an unpleasant empyreuma; "Child !" cried mamma, " I think an empty room a very unpleasant thing certainly, but you may depend upon it, there was not one in the whole house." While I was maintaining that bismuth and cobalt were different ores, she imagined in her imperfect hearing, and still more deficient comprehension, that I was talking of the two London coaches, and added with a nod, "Yes, my dear, they start at different hours, the Sidmouth at six in the morning, and the Cobourg at eight in the evening." After dinner, I took occasion to observe that cheese was obtained from curd by separating the whey by expression, when she told me there was no way of expression, no, not all the talking in the world, that would ever make cheese!! Alluding to a short essay I had written upon the reflection of light, she interrupted me by desiring I would not indulge in light reflections, as I should be only subjecting myself to similar remarks from others ; and when I was describing a resinous matter obtained by precipitation, she shook her head and exclaimed, “Impossible, child, nothing is ever gotten by precipitation: your poor dear father was always telling you not to do things in such a violent hurry.”—Upon my explaining to a friend that antimony derived its name from its having been indulged in too freely by some monks, she cried “There, my dear, you must be mistaken, for monks, you know, can have nothing to do with matrimony;” and once when the professor showed me a lump of mineral earth, and I enquired whether it was friable, she ejaculated “Friable, you simpleton? mo, nor boilable neither; why, it isn't good to eat.” These are but a few specimens of her lamentable ignorance; in point of acute misapprehension she exceeds even Mrs. Malaprop herself, and you cannot conceive the painful humiliation to which I am constantly subjected by these exposures. As to experiments, I have not yet ventured upon many, for having occasioned a small solution of continuity in the skin of my forefinger by an accidental incision, I have been obliged to apply a styptic secured by a ligature. By placing some butter, however, in a temperature of 96, I succeeded in reducing it to a deliquescent state; and by the usual refrigerating process, I believe I should have reconverted it into a gelatine, but that it refused to coagulate, owing, doubtless, to some defect in the apparatus. You are aware that a phosphorescent light emanates from several species of fish in an incipient state of putrefaction, to which has been attributed the iridescent appearance of the sea at certain seasons. For the illustration of this curious property, I hoarded a mackarel in a closet for several days, and it was already beginning to be most interestingly luminous, when mamma, who had for some time been complaining of a horrid stench in the house, discovered my hidden treasure, and ordered the servant to toss it on a dunghill, observing that she expected sooner or later to be poisoned alive by my nasty nonsense. Mamma has no nose for experimental philosophy; no more have I, you will say, for yesterday as I was walking with a prism before my eyes, comparing the different rays of the spectrum with Newton's theory, I came full bump against an open door, which drove the sharp edge of the glass against the cartilaginous projection of the nose, occasioning much sternutation, and a considerable discharge of blood from the nasal emunctories. The mucus of the nose is certainly the same substance as our tears, but being more exposed to the air becomes more viscid, from the mucilage absorbing oxygen. By means of nitrate of silver, I have also formed some crystals of Diana, and I have been eminently successful in making detonating powder, although the last explosion happening to occur at night, just as our next-door neighbour Alderman Heavisides was reading of the tremendous thunderbolt that fell in the gentleman's garden at Holloway, he took it for granted he had been visited by a similar phenomenon, and in this apprehension shuffled down stairs upon his nether extremity, being prevented from walking by the gout, ejaculating all the way “Lord have mercy upon us! fire! murder!"—Upon discovering the cause of his alarm, he declared that the blue-stocking hussey, (meaning me) ought to be sent to the Tread-mill, and mamma says she fully expects we shall shortly be indicted for a nuisance. In conchology, I cannot boast of any very important additions to my

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