incidents of the fight have found a lasting record; and the spot where the retainers of Buccleuch terminated the pursuit by the mortal wound of Kerr of Cessford (ancestor of the Dukes of Roxburgh), has always been called Point Turnagain. But it has now received a special mark by which to arrest attention, because Scott has alluded to it as the spot, "Where gallant Cessford's life-blood dear It was a favourite object of Scott's to buy any properties in the neighbourhood, which, beside the convenience of their situation, had been the scene of any incident in history or of any popular legend. And often, in effecting this, he acted the part of Glaucus in the Iliad of Homer, when he exchanged his golden armour for the less costly suit of Diomede, being made to pay most extravagantly for his fancies. But a purchase that exceedingly pleased him, was one that was said to be the scene of Thomas the Rhymer, or Thomas of Ercildoun's interviews with the Queen of the Fairies. And in time he succeeded in adding to his property all those legendary haunts of True Thomas, as he was called, and the whole ground of the battle of Melrose from Skirmish-field to point Turnagain. The house at Abbotsford was, I think, hardly equal to what we are led to expect from the description given in his life, and the site is far from being the best that might have been selected; but the general scenery of the neighbourhood is very beautiful, some of it very grand, and the charm of interest cast over the whole not often surpassed. Before closing this brief notice of these great names in the list of English poets, I wish to mention also one or two of the other sex, whose writings well deserve our attention, and with whom I had the pleasure of being acquainted. About twenty years ago there was an article in the Quarterly Review on "Modern British Poetesses," nine of whom were mentioned. The reviewer, after noticing them each in detail, bound them up as he said in a wreath; and under the similitude of flowers, gave us the type of each. There was a Rose, Wild Angelica, Passion Flower, Roman Nettle, Magnolia Grandiflora, Meadow-Sage, Blue-belle, Violet, and Hearts ease. Of these I was acquainted with three,-the Magnolia, Meadow-Sage, and Blue-belle. I will not venture to assert how far they are all likely to have achieved any enduring fame by their poetry; but one of them, the Meadow-Sage, will have an additional reason for being remembered, because of her husband's name; since, soon after I saw her, she became the wife of Southey. And she was the patient and kind nurse of him during the sad latter years of his life, when his mind failed him, and he was left so dependent on the care of others. Her maiden name was Caroline Bowles, and the following lines entitled "The Pauper's Death-bed," shew very considerable power, and deep feeling: "Tread softly-bow the head In reverent silence bow: No passing bell doth toll, Is passing now. Stranger! however great, With lowly reverence bow, Greater than thou. Beneath that beggar's roof Lo! Death doth keep his state: Enter-no guards defend That pavement damp and cold, No smiling courtiers tread; One silent woman stands, No mingling voices sound- A sob suppressed-agen That short deep gasp, and then The parting groan. Oh change -Oh wondrous change! Burst are the prison bars : This moment there so low, Beyond the stars! Oh Change-stupendous change- The new immortal wakes Wakes with his God." In conclusion I will give you a few lines, written when she was ten years old, by the daughter of a clergyman, who lived near us in Wiltshire. I have other verses of hers which are exceedingly good, though not evincing the same power of thought and description as these which were written much earlier. I think she is still living, but I have never heard that, as she grew up, her poetical talents were further developed. As a child they were most surprising. She is I believe a cousin of Wordsworth's, and really one might almost think she had a portion of his spirit, when she composed, not altogether so unlike what might have been the fruits of his muse, the following lines, of the genuineness of which there is not the least shadow of a doubt: "On a sound resembling thunder, heard on a cloudless day in summer. It seemed to traverse the whole heavens, and was indescribably grand.” "Where art thou, thou mysterious sound, With thy low, deep murmur gathering round, No deadly flames of forked fire Herald thee thro' the firmament. Whence dost thou come, and wherefore sent Would I were skilled in mystic lore? Would I thro' star-lit paths might soar! Oh! were I not chained to this parent earth, LECTURE V. ON THE STATE AND PROSPECTS OF SCIENCE AND LITERATURE IN MONTREAL. DELIVERED IN THE LECTURE ROOM OF THE MONTREAL NATURAL HISTORY SOCIETY, AS THE CONCLUDING LECTURE OF THE WINTER COURSE, ON TUESDAY EVENING, APRIL 5, 1859. WHEN God had finished the work of creation, having, as the chief and last portion thereof, made man in his own image, He then blessed Adam and his wife Eve, and said unto them, "Be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth and subdue it;" and again, after the flood, when Noah and his family, the sole survivors, came forth out of the Ark, God spake to them and said, "Be ye fruitful and multiply, and bring forth abundantly in the earth, and multiply therein." The earth was made as the habitation of man; subject to the supreme law of his maker, he was to have it in possession, to occupy and to subdue it. As mankind began to increase and multiply, it was God's purpose that they were to spread themselves over the earth; and the sacred historian, in Genesis, informs us, how this began to be carried into effect: acquainting us after what method the three branches of Noah's posterity did distinctly plant or settle themselves at the first, in |