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irregularities and squanders his wealth. Ale at length gets a wife and becomes the father of children. The busk of his rice eren he refuses to part with, and his wish is to enjoy them all. He thinks, by living cheaply, by refusing to support charities, or to dispense favors, he is of all men the must happy, His youth ano passes away and old age creeps on; his bair gets gres, bis teeth drop, bis sight fails, his body becomes dry, liis back bends, he has recourse to a walking stick and is gazed at by the young with dorision. While in this predicament the ministers of lama * with their shaggy hair and frightful countenance approach him, and seize and bear away his life in the midst of the screanus of his wife and children. His kinsfolk and friends then assemble, talk of his good or eril deeds, convey luis body to the buruing ground with the sound of tom toms, and cominit it to the fire, which consumics and reduces it to a handful of ashes."

28. Pattanattupillei. The popular belief is that this philosopher yas by caste a chetly, and lived at Kaveri poonipatnam, in the Carnatic. He was poz. sessed of great riches, but imbibing an opinion, that they were merely the illusions of the world, he parted with them all, and passed the remaiuder of his life, subsisting wholly on alms and esteeping & potsherd and pure gold alike. His sister ashamed of his conduct attempted to poison him, but with

He lired to a great age and died in a wood near Tirurálankúda, where a Samáde, or monument was afterwards erected by his kinsfolk to perpetuate his memory. The verses which he ejaculated extempore as he wandered up and down the country have been carefully preserved, and they contain the opinions which he held. He represented man as a puppet whose motion stood only upon the pleasure of God' and therefore he was incapable of doing either good, or evil by himself.

out success.

29. Patlilakiri. This philosopher is said to have been originally a king, but of what place is not known. He was a coutemporary of Paltanattupillei, and in imitation of him, abandoned his worldly possessions and adopted the life of a Sanniyasi, begging his bread from door to door and enduring the privation of all that could in any way have served to gratify his senses.

He has left a number of exclamatory verses, called Pulambel, in one of which he ex. presses himself as follows:

“ When shall the time come that the Shasters shall be burnt, the four Vedas manifested to be a lie, and I be made whole, throagh the knowledge of the Mystery?" Tam. Dict.

* The god of death.

(To be Continued)





That Tree, shaped like a glittering coronet,
Standing upou the summit of the green
Bare bill, above the Mountain Tarn, between
The loftier mountains,— flowing at my feet
The laughing oya,- ibis most calm retreat,
This nest among the mountains, I have seen
With still and deep emotion. Nought of mean,
Or earthly care should now have power to fret,
Or ruffle the smooth waters of the soul.
The winged spirit soars even to the top
Of the Indian Bird ;* low as the streams that roll
Beneath my heart. The heavenly light of hope,
In such a spot, instructs man how to be
The lavored child of immortality.



Tired with upgazing at the range of hills,
And having viewed the Mountain Peacock's head,
My footsteps, not unwillingly, were led
To one of those sequestered tinkling ills,
Where the clear streamlet runs not as it wills,
But is obstructed in its stony bed,
And, fretted, murmurs that it þath nột sped
So smoothly as it would. Life's lesser ills
Are imaged by its waters. When our feet
Stumble ut petty obstacles, 'twere well
That our impatient murmurs to a dell
Like this were limited. The spoi is þlest
With deep seclusion, and a perfect rest,
Beneath ihe Peacock Mountain lone and sweet.

* The Peacock Mountain.



The Hartz of Germany I have not seen :
But this contents me, tills my mind with thought.
A deep enjoyment hath this forest wroughi
Within me, yet as solemn as the green
Of these iall trees that let small light between
Their thickly studded stems, -a spirit franght
With fearless melancholy, which hath taught
The mind to muse amid a sombre scene,
Like this dark wood of drear monolony,
And twilight dim, and shadowy solitude.
I've rarely seen tiees grow so straight and high,
In dells so deep, and dark, and vast, and rude.
A bird's note stariles; and the insects' cry
Rings a shrill chorus througla ibis gloomy wood.



As on the lonely traveller through the night
Comes the fair dawn of daylight, is this Break
In the dark shadowy forest. The tall peak
or the near Peacock Mountain on the right,
The distant mountains covered with dim light,
Relieve the eye, and altogether make
A lovely bay of ether, and awake
The busy fancy to assist the sight,
And revel in the distance. Hills are blended
With the deep valleys in one sea of blue:
And now before the mind's eye is extended
T'he billowy ocean foamivg in the gale;
As voyagers around Hope's Cape oft view
A swollen sea of mountain and of vale.



I breathe more freely in this open space,
The shadowy forest and its gloom are o'er ;
I love these wilds, and hills, and plains the more ;
They come upon me with a freer grace.
The view is vasi and limitless. I trace
The outline only of the mass before,
And all around me. Now let lancv soar,
Nor stoop her wing, save in some pleasant place ;
Such as may rivet any mortal eye,
And captivate the not unwilling mind
With beauty and with mountain majesty :
Yet thongh suich spots our admiration bind,
Unsetter fancy ; let her wild wings fly,
Like Ariel, free as freest mountain wind.



Upon a mountain summit stands a Rock:
Its sides are stained by weather, or by tiine ;
Ils steep and lofty walls no foot can climb;
It seems a Castle that hath stood the shock
Of elements and war. It hath a look
Of fearless terror, confidence sublime ;
A carelessness of courage and ol crime.
At sublunary things it seems to mock.
It looks with dark disdain on all beneath ;
The clouds that rested on it fade way;
"Tis the abode of danger and of death;
It frowns impatient of this lovely day 1
And as I slowly ride beneath the wall,
Methinks I hear the warder's boarse loud call.



If in the orbs tbat glimmer from afar
In the blue concave of the sky above, -
If glory, beauty, and transcendant love
Speak silent in “ each bright particular star;"
Not with less glory, though in shadow, are
Apparelled these din passes, and each cove
Cut in the mountain's rocky sides. I move
Fearless of danger, and untouched by care
Of sublunary things ; yet feeling deep
The Omnipresence of the mighty GOD,
Who called up worlds from ihe chaotic sleep, -
Unconscious worlds, yet glorious,-the abode
or thinking spirits, who for ever keep
Their watch wbere less than angels never stood.

Poetical Sketches, &c. &c.


The Black Forest is appropriately named. It is a dark, lonely, melancholy place. A solitaty bird now and then sends up his clear roice from the low deep dells, darkened with tall perpendicular trees,-the height and depth of which are imperceptible. He is answered by innumerable insects, like a chorus of crickets, ringing their shrill and tuneless cries in changes, like a set of bells, though without their melody, and sometimes answering each other's cries from remoter parts of this most gloomy wood. The cry is discordant and painful. This insect is doubtles the Cicada. We meet with it in the South of Europe, In every part of this island, -and in all warm climates. But in this wood they are more numerous, and their cry is more loud and discordant, yet with a certain kind

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