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He was so old, he seems not older now.
He travels on a solitary man :
The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw
Instead of common and habitual sight
And the blue sky, one little span of earth
for ever on the ground, He plies his weary journey, seeing still, And seldom knowing that he sees—some straw, Some scattered leaf, or marks, which, in one track, The nails of cart or chariot wheel have left Impressed on the white road, in the same line,
At distance still the same. Poor traveller!
Disturb the summer dust; he is so still
Then let him pass, a blessing on his head !
And-while in that vast solitude to which
To breathe and live, but for himself alone-
The freshness of the valleys; let his blood 6 Struggle with frosty air and winter snows;
And let the chartered wind that sweeps the heath
gray locks against his withered face.
Let him be free of mountain solitudes,
The pleasant melody of woodland birds.
Beneath the trees, or by the grassy bank 8 Of highway side, and with the little birds
Share his chance-gathered meal; and, finally,
LESSON XLI. The Moneyed Mun.—New MONTHLY MAGAZINE. 1 OLD Jacob Stock! The chimes of the clock were not
more punctual in proclaiming the progress of time, than in marking the regularity of his visits at the temples of Plutus in Threadneedle-street, and Bartholomew-lane. His devolion to them was exemplary. In vain the wind and the rain, the hail and the sleet, battled against his rugged front. Not the slippery ice, nor the thick-falling snow, nor the whole artillery of elemental warfare, could check the plodding perseverance of the man of the world, or tempt
him to lose the chance which the morning, however unpro2 pitious it seened, in its external aspect, might yield him
of profiting by the turn of a fraction.
Ile was a stout-built, round-shouldered, squab-looking man, of a bearish aspect. His features were hard, and his heart was harder. You could read the interest-table in the wrinkles of his brow; trace the rise and fall of stocks by the look of his countenance ; while avarice, selfishness, and money-getting, glared from his gray, glassy eye. Nature had poured no balm into his breast : nor
"gross and earthly noull" susceptible of pity. A single 3 look of his, would daunt the most importunate petitioner
that ever attempted to extract hard coin by the soft rhetorick of a heart-inoving tale.
The wife of one whom he had known in better days, pleaded before him for her sick husband, and famishing infants. Jacob, on occasions like these, was a man of few words. He was as chary of them as of his money, he let her come to the end of her tale without interruption.". She paused for a reply ; but he gave none.
“ Indeed, les is very ill, sir.”_"Can't help it.”—“ We are very dis4 tressed.”- -- Can't help it.”
”—“Our poor children, too-“ Can't help that neither.”
The petitioner's eye looked a mournful reproach, which would have interpreted itself to any other heart but his, “ Indeed, you can;" but she was silent. Jacob felt more awkwardly than he had ever done in his life. His hand involuntary scrambled about his breeches' pocket. There was something like the weakness of human nature stirring within him. Some coin had unconsciously worked its way
into his hand-his fingers insensibly closed; but, the effort 5 to draw them forth, and the impossibility of effecting it
without unclosing them, roused the dormant selfishness of his nature, and restored his self-possession. "He has been very extravagant.”
Ah, sir, he has been very unfortunate, not extravagant.”- -“ Unfortunate! Ah! it's the same thing. Little odds, I fancy. For my part, I wonder how folks can be unfortunate. I was never unfortunate. Nobody need be unfortunate, if they look after the main chance. I always looked after the main
chance." "He has had a large family to maintain.”6" Ah! married foolishly; no offence to you, ma'am. But
when poor folks marry poor folks, what are they to look for? you know. Besides, he was so foolishly fond of assisting others. If a friend was sick, or in gaol, out came his
purse, and then his creditors might go whistle. Now if he had married a woman with money, you know, why
The supplicant turned pale, and would have fainted. Jacob was alarmed; not that he sympathized, but a woman's fainting was a scene that he had not been used to ; z besides there was an awkwardness about it; for Jacob was a bachelor.
Sixty summers had passed over his head without imparting a ray of warmth to his heart; without exciting one tender feeling for the sex, deprived of whose cheering presence, the paradise of the world were a wilderness of weeds. So he desperately extracted a crown piece from the depth profound, and thrust it hastily into her hand. The action recalled her wandering senses.
She blushed:-it was the honest blush of pride at the meanness of the gift. 3 She curt’sied; staggered towar the door; opened it;
closed it; raised her hand to her forehead, and burst into tears.
Here* the lank-sided miser, worst of felons,
* In the grave.
An unexpected sight of either of these reptiles will make even the lords of creation recoil : but there is a species of worm, found in various parts of this state, which conveys a poison of a nature so deadly, that, compared with it, even the venom of the rattle-snake is harmless. To guard our readers against this foe of human kind, is the object of this communication.
This worm varies much in size. It is frequenily an inch through, but, as it is rarely seen, except when coiled, 2 its length can hardly be conjectured. It is of a dull lead
color, and generally lives near a spring or small stream of water, and bites the unfortunate people, who are in the habil. of going there to drink. The brute creation it never molests. They avoid it with the same instinct that teaches the animals of Peru to shan the deadly coya.
Several of these reptiles have long infested our settlements, to the misery and destruction of many of our fellow citizens. I have, iherefore, had frequent opportunities of
being the melancholy spectator of the effects produced by 3 the subtle poison which this worm infuses. The symptoms of its bite are terrible.
of the patient become red and fiery, his tongue swells to an immoderate size, and obstructs his utterance; and delirium, of the most horrid character, quickly follows. Sometimes, in this madness, he attempts the destruction of his nearesi friends.
If the sufferer has a family, his weeping wife and helpless infants are not unfrequently the objects of his frantic
fury. In a word, he exhibits, to the life, all the detestable 4 passions that rankle in the bosom of a savage ; and such
is the spell in which his senses are locked, that, no sooner has the unhappy patient recovered from the paroxysm of insanity, occasioned by the bite, than he seeks out the destroyer, for the sole purpose of being bitten again.
a good old father, his locks as white as snow, his steps slow and trembling, beg in vain of his only son to quit the lurking place of the worm. My heart bled when he turned away ; for I knew the fond hope, that his
son would be the “ staff of his declining years," had sup5 ported him through many a sorrow.
Youths of Missouri, would you know the name of this reptile ? It is called the Worm of the Still
I have seen