have been otherwise, with one of his daily habits. The Latin poet's notion, that a poet is "born, not made,” (poeta nascitur non fit,) is, by no means, verified in his case; for he was made a poet by the force of education, in its broadest sense-by the circumstances of his lifein which the stimulus of drunkenness had no small agency. He told little more than the naked truth when he said to the author last quoted, that "gin and water was the source of all his inspiration!” Byron's longest poems are mere patch-work-histories of his own despicable career, and of the just censures and desertions of his earlier friends. There is no unbroken concatenation of thought, as in Milton. The stanzas of Childe Harolde, appear to have been (to use a homely and probably unused figure) woven together like the "filling" of a rag-carpet. Here we find pieces of new-there of old and worn out garments. Now a strip of filthy silk or worsted-then something so rich and brilliant in texture and coloring, that we think it a pity it should be found in such mean fellowship and use.-Southern Literary Messenger. "Have thou nothing to do with that just man; for I have suf fered many things this day in a dream because of him."-THE BIBLE. I HAD a dream-'twas strangely wrought- O! while I speak, my blood grows chill- And rises to my waking view, I seem to see a dusty crowd, A blackened cross-red lightning's fly, Extended on the cross, a form A mission'd band from other spheres, And circling round the blood-stain'd steep, A thousand shifting scenes flit by, Borne on the air a whispering breath * The warning words were giv'n in time- TO THE EVENING STAR. FAIR star of heaven! when day declines Far, far below the western wave, Thy dewy eye then brighter shines, And breaks the misty shades of eve. So, when the Christian's race is o'er, That star of hope which did illume His weary path, then shines the more, And points to realms beyond the tomb! ||rity, which the wisest and best of our age are endeavoring to twine for the brow of woman! I have thought it probable that an address from the Maid of Honor selected to preside at a rural coronation, with a rejoinder from the Queen, might not be unacceptable to your youthful readers, or an inappropriate "gathering" for your May number. MR. HAMLINE,-You professedly "gather," in your valuable "Repository," offerings for every era in woman's existence, from the sweet morn of sunny youth, to the twilight hour of sober age. While your gather-ADDRESS TO THE QUEEN OF MAY AT HER CORONATION. ers would endeavor to allure the youthful female from amusements unworthy her immortal destiny, should they not seek to substitute those innocent enjoyments which are in unison with the hilarity of first-awakened feeling, and which throw a halo of remembered loveliness over the cares which will cluster around after life? One of those bright, sunny spots which shine through the "vista of years," even as distant stars sparkle through the gloom of night-the gala-day that glows on the page of memory with the most vivid coloring, and that brings to my heart the purest and most endearing associations, is that which we were accustomed to call the "Feast of the Coronation." Your readers will doubtless recognize my allusion; for, although the habit of celebrating May-day is not general in our western valley, yet there are few mothers who cannot recall the many thrilling incidents which were wont to throng around its annual return, in their own youthful days. The bright group of joyous beings in the sweet prime of girlhood-the flushed cheek, and kindling eye of her, who was chosen Queen of the festal hour-not for superior beauty, or pre-eminent talent, but for surpassing worth-the fragrant chaplet of spring's earliest flowers, with the dew of heaven still glistening on their petals, carelessly hanging on the arm of the blushing girl who led the white-robed train that was approaching to twine the insignia of royalty around a brow, pure as its opening blossoms: these, are all images that memory has traced with her own imperishable coloring on the tablet of my heart; and which many of your readers will recognize as relics of earlier days. The buoyancy of youthful feeling requires amusements consonant to its own joyous hue-and the moral constitution of our being demands that those amusements should be of a social character. If, then, we can substitute innocent enjoyments for the fascinating, yet dangerous excitement of the ball-room, we shall have placed one "gathering" among our western treasures on which the eye of age may delightedly linger; we shall have added one bud to the wreath of female pu These lines will doubtless please the juvenile reader. Should they go abroad in season, they may possibly be adopted by some of our young friends, to help out their "May-day" ceremonies. For there are, we suppose, annual coronations, at least in this "Queen" of western cities. Should the addresses come to so great honor, may they be used innocently, and not to cherish sinful passions. While our juvenile friends keep a pastime, let them blend instruction with amusement. Our Savior made a wedding ceremony subserve the interests of his mission. Neither garlands of flowers, nor crowns of gold, should tempt us to forget the crowns immortal which we may attain in heaven. The above note leads us to suppose that even the aged, from association, will glance at these lines with interest.-EDS. Queen of this brightly smiling hour, Hail to thy sylvan throne! We've cull'd from many a blushing flow'r, As thy superior worth's reward, To hail thee-Queen of May! On thy young, blushing brow, we've laid But, sylvan Queen, full soon will fade Thus brightly glows thy life's young morn, To deck our Queen of May! But when its rosy tints have pass'd, Its innate fragrance still will last, And shed its sweets, as now! I could my bosom's thanks express, To tell, how deeply you have bless'd Your happy Queen of May! Thanks for this blushing crown I wear, Then O! may heaven profusely pour Thro' ev'ry coming year; Succeeds to youth's bright day- "Awake up, my glory: awake psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early," Psalm Ivii, 8. O, WAKEN, harp, waken! The night winds are still, The lily and rose are embalming the air, And, glist'ning in dew-drops, are bowed as in prayer, The daybreak has tinctured the vapors, unrolled The wing of the duteous bird is unfurled And fluttered in praise to the Lord of the world; Then waken, harp, waken-let symphonies roll, To Him who hath scattered the darkness of night But vain in his ears may be echoed the lays, If the heart be not tuned to the song of his praise; And then shall my spirit be wafted away, As breathes every string with the soul-stirring lay, DEATH. "TIS sweet and sad to think of those, But they are gone, and I am left, Yet not of comfort quite bereft; For I amongst these scenes still love to linger, And in each varied view, with awe behold God's finger. Original. TO A BROTHER AND SISTER, WHO DIED WITHIN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS OF EACH OTHER- SLEEP! little brother, sleep! Thy little spirit blest, Through Him who died to save. Sleep, little sister, sleep! Thy loved form see-no more! Sleep! dearest children, sleep! Rest ye both, side by side; "Lovely and pleasant" here, In life each other near, Even death could not divide! Sleep! loved and lost ones, sleep! We give ye up to God! Sleep on, dear children, sleep! SABBATH EVE. BY H. JUSTINS. DELIGHTFUL hour of sacred rest, . Of nature's soft repose; Departing day's expiring beam In mellow'd radiance dies; The woodland tribes in softened songs, Till in a universal hymn, Ascending to the skies, With such endearing pleasures fraught, Its rapid flight we grieve; On this shall dwell enraptur'd thought, NOTICES. druggist selects his poisons, not to be swallowed and remain in the system as a seed of disease, but to pass off hastily, cleansing the system in its progress. word. The chapter on the "Human Causes which have ConPHILOSOPHICAL MISCELLANIES, translated from the French tributed to the Establishment of Christianity," is a most interof Cousin, Jouffroy, and Constant. With introductory and esting development of intellectual strength and weakness comcritical notices. By George Ripley. In two volumes. Bos-bined. Let this and others be read cautiously, as the careful ton: Hillard, Gray & Co. 1833.-Although this translation has been several years before the American public, probably not one in ten of our readers has yet seen it. Many, doubtless, will deem it out of place and "in bad taste" to speak of it in a ladies' periodical. On this point we have but one rule to be governed by. In attention to general literature, we believe men and women are, or should be equal-should pass through the same scientific training-should frequent the same regions, read the same books, and gather from them equal measures of instruction and gratification. We would as soon affirm that males and females must not gaze at the same scenery, and use the same viands, as to say that their minds must seek refection from different fields of truth, or that modest woman must take her walks along the borders of those fields, while man ranges through them in all their length, breadth and beauty. With these sentiments, we urge our most intelligent female readers to omit the purchase of the next popular novel, and instead of it obtain the Philosophical Miscellanies. To educated men, the preface recommends a more extensive acquaintance with the intellectual labors of continental Europe. We offer the same advice to intellectual women. There are good reasons suggested by the editor, in the words of another writer, which apply with equal force to both sexes. "We ought to know the different modes of viewing and discussing great subjects in different nations. We should be able to compare the writings of the highest minds in a great variety of circumstances. Nothing can favor more our own intellectual independence and activity. Let English literature be ever so fruitful and profound, we shall still impoverish ourselves by making it our sole nutriment. If our scholars would improve our literature, they should cultivate an intimacy not only with that of England, but of continental Europe." He adds in his own language: "It is important, for the same reasons, that a knowledge of the best productions of foreign genius and study, should not be confined to the few who have access to the original languages, but should be diffused among enlightened readers of every class and condition. The same circumstances which diminish the number of scholars, and increase that of thinkers in this country, present an urgent motive for the reproduction of the noblest creations of thought, in a form that shall be accessible to all." The "Miscellanies" is not unsuitable in theme or in manner for female readers. It glances at philosophy historically, psychologically, and ethically-brings to view the variances and harmonies of writers, schools, and ages; and although it requires thought and patience to read it with pleasure and with profit, no doubt many of our readers are prepared to bestow upon it all the requisite study and attention. Its introductory biographical hints are exceedingly attractive. The principal topics of this work are the Destiny of Modern PhilosophyExposition of Eclecticism-The Moral Law and Liberty-Of Cause and of the Infinite-Religion, Mysticism, and Stoicismand Classification of Philosophical Questions and Schools, by Cousin, with ample notes. On Philosophy and Common Sense-On Scepticism-On the History of Philosophy-On the Faculties of the Human Soul-On the Method of Philosophical Study-On Good and Evil-On the Philosophy of History-On the Influence of Greece in the Development of Humanity--and on the Present State of Humanity, by Jouffroy, with notes. On the Progressive Development of Religious Ideas On the Human Causes which have Contributed to the Establishment of Christianity and on the Perfectability of the Human Race, by Constant, with notes. We do not, of course, recommend the theological opinions of these men to the approval of our readers. They are often far enough from the "True Light." But it is interesting to trace the errors of the great, and learn how inadequate are the most vigorous intellects to search out and gather up those truths, which, beyond the reach of human reason, can be obtained only by donation from God, and can be received only by faith in his THE SOVEREIGNTY OF MIND, a poem delivered before the Philomathaan Society of Pennsylvania College, February 16, 1811. By John N. MJilton. Baltimore: Joseph N. Lewis. 1841.-This is, we presume, the production of a youthful mind, But at all events it evinces genius of high promise. The theme and as such we would, if necessary, notice it with indulgence. was difficult. It courts the fellowship of the Muses in walks which they do not love. To this chiefly may be traced its defects. But its blemishes are not fatal. Its author should bend his mind to poetry, and this is a commendation due to few writers. We would be pleased if some of his strains, mingling with others in the "Gatherings of the West," could be breathed over this great valley. Although it is but an echo, we will present our readers with the following passages. The first describes the reign of Constantine. "The centuries rolled: upon the rending throne Below is another passage picturing a different scene. It I looked abroad upon the fertile earth, ADDRESS, delivered before the Patrons and Friends of the Springfield High School, at its opening, January, 1841. By Chandler Robbins, Principal. Springfield. 1841.-A well written address on the subject of education. It notices the aspects of the present age in relation to this subject, and glances at the state of education in earlier ages, in proof of the march of mind-speaks of the errors of modern systems, and of the advantages of solid acquisitions. Many passages are eloquent. Read the following: EDITORS' TABLE. A WOMAN OF WEALTH.-If we believed in the doctrine of the transmigration of souls, we should be tempted to think that the spirit of Croesus dwelt in the late Countess of Branitska. She died recently, it seems, on her estate of Biala Cerkiew, in the eightieth year of her age. The empress Catharine treated her with great respect, and she was regarded with esteem by Alexander. Her fortune was immense. A million sterling in specie was found in her chateau. She had sixty millions of and slaves on her estates. She was a speculator, a banker, a farmer, a merchant, &c., &c. It is stated that she lent money on mortgages, and made nearly all the land-holders of the empire her debtors. She discounted bills, traded in the precious metals, sold the immense produce of her estates, and executed all those supervisory offices which belong to gentlemen engaged in various and almost illimitable businesses for pecuniary gain. The following statement concerning her seems almost incredible: "It is said that having visited France several years since, and finding human hair so valuable in that country, she, on her return to Russia, caused the heads of all her female slaves to be shaved, and shipped a cargo of chevenures to France, where they fetched a handsome return." "To the scholar is opened a store of enjoyment at once full and inexhaustible. Said a distinguished professor, in a neigh-roubles in the Bank of Russia, and one hundred and thirty thous boring state, to me, not long since, I would rather break stones on a turnpike, or dig in our canals, with the power of accurate thought, such as an education bestows, than with a mind untrained to think, to share the honors of the world.' It forms no intermitting spring of doubtful pleasures; it is an ever flowing fountain. To the careful student, whose mind is disciplined to think, no object of nature, no event of life is destitute of interest. Wielded by such an one, the power of thought becomes potent as the rod in the hand of Moses; with it he strikes the barren rock in the wilderness, and forthwith issues a chrystal stream, fertilizing the desert of life, and calling forth beauty and gladness from barrenness and desolation. All events, all places, all times, are full of meaning, full of interest, full of joy. He has learned the language in which nature holds converse with God. His enraptured car drinks in the harmony of the universal hymn of praise. The music of the spheres' is no longer an idle dream of philosophers; for he has acquired a new sense by which he hears and appreciates it. The ocean's roar, the streamlet's ripple, the dashing torrent, and the babbling brook, 'the deep mouthed thunder,' the sighing breeze, the whirlwind and the zephyr; all utter a voice and speak a language intelligible to him. Nor is he ever alone. At home or abroad, in every land, in every season, in the crowded mart or solitary waste, amidst the tempest of human passions, or in the repose of peace, in the darkness of midnight or the glare of day, there is no solitude to him. All things teem with life. The objects of creation, that to others are but inert matter, form an animated society in which he delights to dwell. With earth and sea and air, and the hosts of heaven, the greater and the lesser lights, he claims a brotherhood." We rejoice to find that the Springfield High School is at last in the full tide of prosperity, as we deem it must be, under the direction of a mind like Mr. Robbins'. She has delivered up her trusts, and gone to her reward. Rich and honored as she was among men, how unenviable was her state without a good conscience! Who would not prefer the fortunes of Mrs. Graham or the Dairyman's Daughter, to the wealth, luxuries, cares, and probable end of this poor Countess of Branitska? The following notice will interest our readers: MEETING OF MISSIONARIES.-An interesting meeting of the Board of Foreign Missionaries was held recently in the Broadway Tabernacle, N. Y. There were three of the foreign missionaries present-the Rev. Mr. Meigs from Ceylon-the Rev. Mr. Bingham from the Sandwich Islands-and Dr. Grant from the Nestorians. Interesting addresses were made by each of these devoted ministers of the cross in reference to the peculiar state of things at their different stations. Mr. Bingham exhib. ited a Bible in the Sandwich Island language, manufactured by the natives themselves. He read from this volume parts of the fifth chapter of Matthew. The native language struck every one as being sweet, musical and expressive. It abounds in those vowel sounds which give great harmony to the language. Mr. B. also exhibited a book of engraving and a quarto periodical, both the work of the natives, and bearing marks of superior intelligence and workmanship. Dr. Grant exhibited a manuscript Bible written upon parchment. It was written more than seven hundred years since by the Nestorians in the Syriac language, and the work is execu. ted in great perfection. Dr. Grant made an eloquent address to a numerous and intelligent audience, in which he expressed his well satisfied convictions that the Nestorians are the remnant of the ten lost tribes of Israel, and that they had the Gospel preached to them by Thomas, Bartholomew, James, and others. Dr. Grant made a farewell address to his friends, touching and eloquent. He returns to the Nestorians, and intends to devote the remainder of his life to their welfare. THE RE-PUBLICATION in America of the London, Edinburgh, Foreign and Westminster Reviews, is an enterprise of great importance to the American public. In the March number is a Review of Tytler's History of Scotland, vol. vii, which discusses at length the character of the unfortunate Queen Mary. Various facts are arrayed to implicate the Queen on the one hand, and to vindicate her on the other, in regard to the death of Lord Darnley. The reviewer adopts the theory of her innocence. He gives the following principal reasons for this opinion. First, the integrity of Mary's early life, especially during her residence in France. Second, her conduct during her captivity. Third, the opinion of Darnley's mother, the Countess of Lennox. Fourth, Mary's complaints to Archbishop Beautoun against Darnley. Fifth, he insists that several of the arguments employed against Mary by her adversaries recoil upon themselves. Sixth, because Darnley's murderers eviLITHOGRAPHY.-It is said that Mr. Hullmandel has done dently intended to make the impression that his death was much to improve lithography-a new mode of producing pictoviolent, and thus proclaim to the world that he was murdered.rial effects on the lithographic stone, by tints washed with a Whereas, if Mary desired and sought his death, every possible brush, like sepia drawing, which yield impressions so perfectly reason existed to have him murdered without suspicion, which resembling original sketches, that the difference is not discernwas perfectly within her power. Seventh, the dying confes-ible. The painters, it is said, will now have at their comsion of Bothwell, who expired in great agony and remorse, confessing the murder of Darnley, but declaring that the Queen was innocent in every respect. "Some men," says the reviewer, "might be suspected, while revealing their own guilt, of seeking to shelter the guilt of their accomplices; but no such chivalrous motive can be believed of the selfish and reckless Bothwell, and we can only ascribe to him that penitence which, in the hour of death, can pierce even the most hardened hearts." mand a means of multiplying their own works, which their habitual practice renders available without altering their style of handling; for this mode of lithography, or rather painting on stone, is just as if the sketch were made on stone instead of on paper. Their tints are wonderfully varied and delicate. TO CORRESPONDENTS.-A number of communications are on hand, some of which will appear in the next number. The "Address" is a respectable production. But it is so strictly valedictory that it would not interest our readers generally. |