bitter to awake. The guilty only have to burst the spell that is wrapped round and round every fibre and

dreams are death; to awake, is to them to walk forth from the tombto burst from the fleshless arms of him who liveth in darkness, and nourisheth himself in pestilence.

ed there (his companion's had been extinguished in the fall,) rendered dimly visible the damp sides and roof of the place. With the super-ligament of the body to the guilty stition of his province, he placed one light at the head and another at the feet of the body; and this arrangement rendered the scene still more ghastly. Gilbert sat a little apart nearly shrouded in the darkness, and gaze (he could not withdraw his gaze,) on the form on which the sickly light fell.-Eng-renzo de Medici of the person and lish Magazine.

DREAMS.

"What holy dreaming comes in nights like

these!

When like yon wave, unruffled by a breeze.
The mirrors of the memory all are spread,

And fanning pinions sail around your head;
When all that man may love, alive or dead,
Come murmuring sweet, unutterable things,
And nestle on his heart with their young
wings.

And all perchance may come that he may

fear,

FEMALE LOVELINESS.

The following delineation by Lo

character of his heart's idol, will probably be found to comprehend nearly all the requisites of a charm ing woman.

"Her beauty was astonishing. She was of a just and proper height, her complexion fair, but not pale; blooming but not ruddy. Her countenance was serious, without being severe; mild and pleasant, without lively without any levity, or vulgarity. Her eyes were indication of And mutter doubtful curses in his ear; pride or conceit. Her whole shape Hang on his loaded soul, and fill his brain was so finely proportioned, that With indistinct forebodings, dim and vain." amongst other women, she appeared Oh, there is an elysium in dreams. with superior dignity, yet free from It is the season when that dew-eyed the least degree of formality or af seraph, lowly benignant mercy, de- fectation. In walking, dancing, or scends and hovers over the tumul- in other exercises which display the tuous, the agonized bosom and lulls person, every motion was elegant it to the langor of enchantment. It and appropriate. Her sentiments is the hour when the beneficent at- were always just and striking, and tributes of Him who chasteneth in have furnished materials for some kindness, are felt and most acknow- of my sonnets; she always spoke at ledged. The spirit is abroad; she the proper time, and always to the stretcheth her pinions, and skims purpose, so that nothing could be adcheerfully and freely at her own ded, nothing taken away.-Though will weeps where she will, and her remarks were often keen and worships where she will. It is the pointed, yet they were so tempered hour when the graves give up their as not to give offence. Her underdead, though not in anger but to standing was superior to her sex, the guilty. The innocent will meet but without the appearance of arroand embrace, in that etherial inter-gance or presumption and she course, which angels enjoy-the avoided an error too common among communion of pulse with pulse women, who, when they think themthought with thought. The dead and the sleeping are equally free, equally and unfettered at this hour. Such are the joys of dreaming to the innocent; to the innocent it is

selves sensible, become for the most part insupportable. To recount all her excellencies would far exceed my present limits, and I shall therefore conclude with affirming, that

there was nothing which could be flowed at its base, and was carried desired in a beautiful and accomp-down the stream. lished woman, which was not in her most abundantly found."

KALEB-A Fragment. KALEB the youthful son of El-Addin, left the abode of his ancestors, to wander over the arid plains of China, and behold her burnished temples. After travelling several days, he approached a lofty mountain, whose summit was buried in the clouds. Leaving a little Arabian horse on which he rode, to regale himself beside a sparkling stream, that rolled over a bed of pearls by the foot of the mountain, Kaleb resolved to scale its rugged sides, which commanded the splendid view of a thousand cities.

The youthful son of El-Addin had toiled but half way up the awful steep, when the sun broke upon his head in burning splendour, and a voice suddenly uttered, "He that approacheth near the temple of the eastern god, shall dissolve like a snow-drop in the sunbeam."

The head cried out most piteously to the Chinese who stood upon the banks of the stream, but no one would assist it; it reached the mouth of the river, where its waters tumble into the ocean, when a Naiad arose out of the wave, and hovered over the head of Kaleb. In her fingers she held a pearl. In a sweet and musical voice she said, "open thy mouth O Kaleb." The mouth opened and she dropped in the pearl from her snowy fingers. The youthful son of El-Addin, immediately found himself sitting on the back of his little Arabian horse, that was drinking of the pure stream, which rolled along the base of the mountain.

"It is only a dream!" exclaimed Kaleb.

We wish to gratify our readers by extract-
ing the following beautiful Essay on Poet-
ry from the Hartford Review.
POETRY begins with the existence
of Mankind. Its sister Arts are the
offspring of a latter period, when
the manners of men have become
polished, and the rough features of
the Savage have been softened
down into the traits of mercy and
benevolence: but Poetry springs
from the bosom of man when he
is yet wild as the cavern which shel-
ters him from inclement skies, and
fierce as the Panther, whose lair he
invades. It breathes its magic into
his ear, and his arm is arrested-
the scalping-knife falls from his
grasp, and he claims kindred with
angelic natures. Gratitude and En-

The youth stood still a moment, but curiosity urged him on, and he continued ascending the mountain, till he found his progress suddenly arrested, as if by a charm. Kaleb felt that he was sinking to the earth; he looked down at his feet, and beheld a little stream like liquid silver, creeping from his toes and fingers, and running down the side of the mountain. The youth was motionless, and he stood disolving away till his whole body rolled down the mountain in a silver stream. The head of the youthful El-Ad-thusiasm wreathed the brows of the din was all that remained unmelted: it rested a moment as it sunk upon the earth and then rolled down the side of the mountain, with impetuous rapidity.

When the head of poor Kaleb had reached the foot of the mountain, it bounded into the river that

ancient Poet with crowns of laurel and garlands of Ivy, and his name was enrolled among the Divinities. The sober reason of the present age is in little danger of making a similar mistake respecting the Divinity of the Poet, but it is not in the power of the sternest philosophy to re

ject his Inspiration. It is indeed no longer confined to the shores of Ancient Greece. The Sacred Nine have long since abandoned the classic grove, and the waters of Helicon have ceased to sparkle within its bosom. But think not the breast of the Poet has ceased to glow with Heavenly Inspiration. There is a Fount whose wave still inspires, though it whispers not through Parnassian shades, and whose sources are pure, transparent, and perennial. This fount is Nature, and true Inspiration must ever be sought in the contemplation of her Beauty and Grandeur. When the bosom of the minstrel is glowing with the sweet delirium which Nature kindles in the breast of her lover, his hands in ecstacy explore the Lyre, and "Bright eyed Fancy hovering o'er, "Scatters from her pictured urn "Tho'ts that breathe, and words that burn." He would study Nature and feel her inspiration, must seek solitude and retirement. The smoke of cities, and the hum of business are but ill fitted to inspire the soul with poetic enthusiasm. The Son of the Harp must fly from "the busy crowd's ignoble strife," to the lone recess of the woodland, where he may woo lone quiet in her silent walks," and hold communion with the Elements. The note of the imprisoned warbler is but a melancholy aspiration for his native shades, and, like the Nightingale, his companion, the song of the Poet bursts sweetest from the bosom of the wilderness.

mountain, and the echoing groves, when the rill is sparkling through its dark fringe of flags and osiers, or tumbles in fairy cascade down its rocky chasm. The roseate smile of the day-spring awakens in the Poet's bosom the most delightful emotions. The early rays are darting through the eastern sky, the crimson cloud is floating in its gol den arch, the meadow is gleaming with the brightest enamel, and the Lark is carolling her matin hymn in the middle air. What heart can resist the inspiration? Like the statue of Memnon, whose unbidden music in former ages, echoed along the banks of the Nile, our bosoms become responsive in the beams of the morning sun, our hymns are borne to Heaven on the pinions of the morning breeze. Nor is evening less lovely, when the shadows of Twilight are stealing over the Landscape, and vermeil tints are playing round the brow of the distant hill, the gems of night just twinkling into life through the blue mist of Heaven. In this calm, pensive hour, Fancy, spurning the bands which would detain her here, wings her flight through the cerulean fields till purer day and brighter visions appear in the arch of the Baldrick and Heavenly inspiration gleams in every Star.

The changing seasons, unfolding new beauties as they advance, add new energy to the Poet's inspiration. He inhales it with the breath of Spring and drinks it from the chalice of the opening flower. It floats But solitude is chiefly endeared on the gale of summer through the to the Poet by the scenery which it foliage, and when the beams of the presents to his enraptured eye. The setting sun pursue the flying temwhole landscape is glowing with pest, it glitters from the bow that inspiration. He finds it in the sun- spans the eastern cloud. Autumn's ny fields, wafted from banks of pale sun, faded leaf, and russet draflowers, in the silence of the distant pery, are full of its magical influ vale, where the lake spreads out its ence, and gloomy Winter unfolds it unruffled waters, and the willow in her desolation, solitary wastes, hangs over its silver bosom. He her clouds and storms. It is reflec pursues it among the wilds of the ted from the peaceful expanse of

the ocean, or dances upon its dark-character of a popular author-but swelling surges, seen in the light- having entirely failed in the attempt ning's glare, and heard in the to convince others of the correcthoarse thunder. It sweeps by withness of his own taste, his only rethe howling tornado, and rides sub- maining hope of distinction must. lime upon the northern blast. The Poet lives in these magnificent scenes. He becomes a part of the Elements that are warring around him, his bosom heaves with the most refined enjoyment, his frenzied "rolls from heaven to earth and from earth to heaven," and the song bursts from his lips, full and perfect like Pallas from the brain of Jupiter.

eye

OMNIUM GATHERUM. "We are but the venders of other men's goods."

rest on his successful conformity to theirs. Designing, therefore, to form a complete assortment of the most fashionable articles in his line of business, he offers Cash and the highest price for—

A deformed, malignant, cunning, fiendlike villain of the freshest stamp, to be introduced with much effect into a novel now partly writ ten. If he has been dipped in "St. Ronan's Well," or can boast descent from the " Albigenses," the reward will be proportionally increased. If of the "Manfred" or

might be questioned, security will be required of the seller, that he has used no unlawful incantations to obtain him the market,

Singular Effects of Lightning. The ship New-York, on a late voy-"Bertram" school, as his humanity age from New-York to London, encountered a severe storm of thunder and lightning. There was a passenger on board, very old and very corpulent, whose legs were so para- A cruel, ungrateful, heart-breaklyzed, that for three years he had ing, and faithless maid; with a heart not walked half a mile, and who, adamantine, icy and impenetrable; since his embarkation, had not been a form heavenly, celestial, angelic able even to stand. After the dis- and divine; to make her first apcharge of the lightning, which pass-pearance in a poem addressed to ed close to the place where this poor cripple was lying, every body was astonished to see him rise, pace up and down the deck, and walk about for a long time as if nothing had ailed him. At first his head was a little affected, but that soon went off, while the benefit which he had experienced in his limbs remained. He continued to use them freely during the passage; and on the arrival of the ship in port, he walked with ease to the place of his residence.

Wanted, by an Editor-a large supply of the best newly invented Horrors, of all sorts and sizes. The advertiser has, in many different forms, presented himself to the notice of the literary world, and endeavoured to secure to himself the

herself by the subscriber. Wherever stolen, the purchaser will insist on having her face at least newly painted, before the money is paid;

A copious collection of all the terms compounded of heaven, hell, love, light, fiend, thunder and fire, to be used in a Song on an Earthquake, an Eulogy on a mistress's smile, and an Epic Poem on her eye brows. Definitions will be required of all words not found in Johnson or Walker. G*****

A gentleman gave a coat to a Chinese to serve as a pattern by which to make a new one, there happened to be a rent across the shoulder, and a large patch on the elbow of the old coat; the faithful Chinese made a large rent,and put a broad patch on the elbow of her new!

Duchess of Bedford.-When the late duchess of Bedford was last at Buxton, and then in her eighty-fifth year, it was the medical farce of the day, for the faculty to resolve every whim and caprice into " a shock of the nervous system." Her grace, after inquiring of in the rooms many what brought them there, and being generally answered, for a nervous complaint, was asked in her turn, "What brought her to Buxton ?" "I came only for pleasure," an"for swered the healthy duchess; thank heaven I was born before nerves came into fashion."

Dreams.-The Derby Reporter contains a paragraph, stating that the wife of a countryman had dreamed that she should die; she was so strongly impressed with her fate, that she went next day to a mercer's shop, and bought, mourning for her family, which she partly made up, and that before her task was finished she expired.

The "Prize Tale," is now in the hands of of the Artist, who is devising a print from one will be published in our next number. of its most prominent scenes-both of which

"Notions of the Americans, picked up by a travelling Bachelor." It is said that our Anerican Waverley, (Mr. Cooper,) is about puslishing a work under this queer title. He has opened a large field for the excursions of

his eccentric fancy, and we shall no doubt reap a plentiful harvest of amusement from his labours.

The Editor of the Philadelphia Ariel, as cuses us (we learn) of impoliteness in sending him only one number of our paper in exchange for his, which we acknowledge has been regularly forwarded to us until the last From the above charge we would exculpate ourself (so far, at least, as regards this cir cumstance) by stating that we did order our paper to be sent regularly to him, and believed it was so. We however trust that in teture those with whom we wish to exchange will have no cause for complaint.

We have received the first number of a handsome paper in the quarto form, entitled, The Masonic Souvenir and Pittsbugh Literary Gazette, devoted to Freemasonry, &c.; which albeit not the most interesting subject to la dies, yet a perusal of it has afforded us much A soldier boasted to Julius Cæsar pleasure--as it contains an agreeable miscel of the many wounds he had receiv-lany, and a good selection of poetry. Scarce ed in his face. Cæsar, knowingly a week passes, but we find on our table sevhim to be a coward, said to him, "The next time you run away, you had better take care how you look behind you."

Bower of Taste.

PRIZE TALE.

IT now becomes our duty to state that among the numerous compositions that were offered in competition for the "Volume of approved American Poetry," the one entitled "THE PIRATES, or Errors of Public Justice," signed Romont, was pronounced to be the best, and as such entitled to the " PRIZE;" but in justice to the talents of several other writers, we would remark, that the literary gentlemen who were requested to decide on the merits of these pieces, were for some time divided in opinion respecting the superiority of the one selected, to two others, which, unless reclaimed by their authors we shall be happy to publish hereafter. The first is entitled "A Legend of the White Mountains," and the second "Unrequited Love."

eral new claimants on the liberality of the fiterary world. "A favourable indication of the march of mind,'" say the Editors! Had the learned Greek, who enumerated and marked the different ages of the world, lived in the present day, in addition to the gold, silver, brazen and iron, he would have denominated this, as the paper age."

To Correspondents. Our acknowledgements are due to Honoria, for her valuable Essay, An appology is due to Amanda, for several trifling mistakes in the communication wil which she recently favoured us.

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