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been given by most of the periodicals and newspapers, it would be superfluous to THE WOODEN LEG; AN HELVETIC TALE. insert it here. The most interesting addi

(From the German of Gesner.) tion which Mr. Osburne has furnished, is an account of a basin of boiling water, On the mountain from whence the torrent of about ninety feet wide, in the middle of the Ranti precipitates into the valley, a young island. The vapour arising from it was shepherd fed his goats. His pipe called oppressive, affecting more the digestive echo gaily from the hollow rocks, and echo than the respiratory organs, producing nau- bid the valleys seven times resound his sea and faintness. On the south-west side songs melodious. On a sudden, he per, of the island was a terrific ebullition of ceived a man climbing with pain the the sea, evidently the commencement of a mountain's side. The man was old; years new crater.

Carburetted hydrogen gas had blanched his head. A staff supported ascended so collectively, that the watches his heavy tottering steps, for he had a of the observers were blackened. The wooden leg. He approached the young water at the margin was 190° Fahrenheit. man, and seated himself by him on the From the incoherent nature of the materials, moss of the rocks. The young shepherd of which the island was composed, Mr. looked at him with surprise, and his eyes Osburne prognosticated that it would be were fixed on the wooden leg. but of short duration. A few months have

My son, said the old ınan, smiling, do verified his remarks. An officer connected

you not think that, infirm as I am, I should with the city of York, and who landed the have done better to have remained in the same day with Mr. Osburne, (surgeon of valley ? Know, however, that I make this His Majesty's Ship the Ganges,) avouches journey but once a year; and this leg, as for the correctness of Mr. O's statement. you see it, is more honourable to me than Huggate, April 28.

T. R. are, to many, the most straight and active.”

“I do not question, father, replied the

shepherd, that it is very honourable to you, METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS,

though, I dare say, another would be more The mean temperature of May was 5634 useful. Without doubt, you are tired. Will degrees of Fahrenheit's thermometer. The you drink some milk from my goats, or maximum, which was 68 degrees, was ob- some of the fresh water that spouts below served on the 25th, and also on the 26th, from the hollow of the rock ?" the wind being north-westerly on both days. “ I like the frankness painted on thy The mininum, which was 47 degrees, was visage,” observed the old man. “A little noticed on the 15th, and also on the 17th; fresh water will be sufficient. If you will the direction of the wind on the former bring it me hither, you shall hear the hisday was north-easterly; and, on the latter, tory of this wooden leg." The young shepnortherly. The range of the thermometer herd ran to the fountain, and soon rewas 21 degrees; and the prevailing wind turned. south-west. The direction of the wind has When the old man had quenched his been south-westerly 64 days ; porth-westerly thirst, he said, “ Let young people, when 6; northerly 4}; .easterly 4}; south- they behold their fathers maimed, and easterly 4; north-easterly 3 ; southerly 2}; covered over with scars, adore the Aland westerly 3.

mighty power, and bless their valour. Rain has fallen on 14 days; and five Without this, you would have bowed your have been accompanied with wind. On necks beneath the yoke, instead of thus the 5th, the blossoms of the apple were ob- basking in the sun's warmth, and making served unfolding. Thunder was heard on the echoes repeat your joyful notes. Mirth the morning of the 7th, which was followed and gaiety now inhabit these hills and by a very fine and warm day. The lilac valleys, while your songs resound from and horse-chesnut 'were noticed coming in one mountain to the other-liberty! sweet flower on the 8th; and the laburnum and liberty! All we see around us is our own. flag on the 13th. Hail fell on the 13th and We cultivate our own fields with pleasure. 14th; and on the 15th, between 3 and 4 The crops we reap are ours; and the time in the afternoon, a considerable storm of hail of the harvest is with us a season of retook place, which continued nearly an hour; joicing." the stones were large, and lay on the ground “ He does not deserve,” replied the a considerable time. On the evening of young shepherd, “ to be a freeman, who the 16th, the extremities of the arch of a can forget that his liberty was purchased rainbow were observed for about half an with the blood of his forefathers." hour.

But,” rejoined the old man,“ who, in their place, would not have done as they fought the nearest, seeing my condition, did ? Ever since that bloody day of took me on his shoulders, and ran with me Nefels, I come once a year to the top of out of the field of battle. this mountain ; but I perceive that I am “ A holy father was prostrate on a rock now come for the last time. From hence not far distant, imploring heaven to aid I still behold the order of the battle where us.—' Take care, good father, of this warliberty made us conquerors. See, it was rior,' my deliverer cried ; "he has fought on that side the army of the enemy ad- like a son of liberty !_ he said -- and flew vanced; thousands of lances glittered at a back to the combat. The victory was ours, distance, with more than two hundred my son, it was ours ! but many of us were horsemen covered with sumptuous armour.

left extended on the heaps of the enemy. The plumes that shaded their helmets nod- Thus the weary mower reposes on the ded as they marched, and the earth re. sheaves himself has made. I was carefully sounded with their horses' hoofs. Our attended ; I was cured ; but never could little troop was already broken. We were find out the man to whom I owe my life. but three or four hundred men. The cries I have sought him in vain; I have made of the defeat were re-echoed from every vows and pilgrimages, that some saint of side, and the smoke of Nefels in flames paradise, or some angel, would reveal him filled the valley, and spread with horror to me. But, alas ! all my efforts have along the mountains. However, at the been fruitless. I shall never in this life bottom of a hill, where we now are, our shew him my gratitude.”. chief had placed himself. He was there, The young shepherd, having heard the where those two pines shoot up from the old warrior, with tears in his eyes said, edge of that pointed rock. I think I see “ No, father, in this life you can never shew him now, surrounded by a small number him your gratitude.” The old man, surof warriors, firm, immoveable, and calling prised, cried, “ What dost thou say ? Dost around him the dispersed troops. I hear thou know, my son, who my deliverer was ?" the rustling of the standard that he waved The young shepherd answered, “I am in the air; it was like the sound of the mucho deceived, if it was not my father. wind that precedes a hurricane. From Often he has told me the story of that batevery side they ran towards him.

tle, and often I have heard him say, 'I “ Dost thou see those floods rush down wonder if the man I carried from the battle from the mountains ? Stones, rocks, and be still alive!'" trees, overthrown, in vain oppose their “O God! O angels of heaven !” excourse; they overleap or beat down all

claimed the old man, was that generous before them, and meet together at the bot- man thy father ?” “ If the same," replied tom of that pool : so we ran to the cry of the young shepherd," he had a scar here, our general, cutting our way through the (pointing to his left cheek :) he had been enemy. Ranked around the hero, we made wounded with a lance; perhaps it was bea vow, and God was our witness, to con- fore he carried you from the field.” quer or die. The enemy, advancing in cheek,” rejoined the old man, was covered order of battle, poured down impetuously with blood when he bore me off. Omy upon us.

We attacked them in our turn. child ! my son !" Eleven times we returned to the charge, “ He died,” the young shepherd added, but were always forced to retire to the “two years ago; and as he was poor, I am shelter of those hills. We there closed our forced for subsistence to keep these goats." ranks, and became unshaken as the rock The old man embraced him, and said, by which we were protected. At last, re- “ Heaven be praised ! I can recompense inforced by thirty Swiss warriors, we rushed thee for his generosity. Come, my son ! suddenly on the enemy, like the fall of a come with me, and let some other person mountain, or as some mighty rock descends, keep thy goats." that rolls through the forest, and with a They descended the hill together, and horrid crush lays waste the trees that inter- walked towards the old man's dwelling. rupt its course. On every side, the enemy, He was rich in land and flocks, and a lovely both horse and foot, confounded in a most daughter was his only offspring. “ My dreadful tumult, overthrow each other, to es- child," said he to her," he that saved


life cape our rage. Grown furious by the combat, was the father of this young shepherd. If we trod under foot the dead and dying, to thou canst love him, I shall be happy to extend vengeance and death still further. see you united.” The young man was an I was in the middle of the battle. A horse- amiable person; health and pleasure shone man of the enemy, in his flight, rode over in his countenance; locks of yellow gold me, and crushed my leg. The soldier who shaded his forehead, and the sparkling fire

“ His

of his eyes was softened by a sweet modesty. The young maiden, with an ingenuous reserve, asked three days to resolve; but the third appeared to her a very long one. She gave her hand to the young shepherd ; and ihe old man, with tears of joy, said to them, “ My blessing rest upon you, my children. This day has made me the most happy of mortals.” Preston Brook.

S. S.



It chanced (such chances are not rare) Within a richly gemm'd parterre, One of these air-light globules fell, And what occurr'd our Muse shall tell, But hid 'neath shrubs and flow'rets gay It slept the sultry hours away. Now days and months roll'd swiftly on, Autumn was past, and winter gone; And lovely Spring appear'd again, And call’d to life her flowery train : The crocus first obey'd her call, The primrose and the daisy small; And soon in sombre green was found This thistle starting from the ground; Nurtured by showers and falling dew, And genial suns, it daily grew, Till it appear'd the stateliest flower Which bloom'd beside the garden bower. Then thirst of power and pride inflam'd Her breast, and every homage claim'd, And in that Eden quickly show'd Herself a demon-stern and proud. A purple crown the alien wore, And numerous pointed spears she bore; And of this martial pomp possest, She thus the trembling flowers address'd : Ye meanest vassals, which surround My throne upon this ample ground, I come, or life or death to give, 'Tis mine to bid ye die or live; By force of arms I claim this spot,Say, do ye own me queen, or not? If not, I drive ye all aloof, 'Gainst every foe my arms are proof: But own me queen--to me attend, Ye've nought to dread-I'm still your friend. My children, though, in after year Shall reign, and nobly flourish here; A valiant band, whom no vile foe Can hope or dare to overthrow; I too, demand"--alas, vain weed, The gardener heard those threats indeed ! He struck it down-root, flower, and all,

And tost it o'er the garden wall ! Near Halifax.


'Twas on a rosy morn in Spring,

And brightly shone the night-dropt shower,
And round the trellis'd pane did cling

The woodbine's weeping flower;
When from his pillow'd rest the soldier started-
From golden dreams he wakes

his air-built visions thwarted. The furlough's past,-from parents kind,

From brothers, sisters, he must part,
Whose fond affections had entwined

Like tendrils round his heart:
Not these, nor aught could bind his longer stay,
Stern his commander was,--and time brook'd no
His parents on the threshold stand,

And bless their son, with many a tear :
He shook each kindly by the hand,

And bade them be of cheer; But not a dry nor tearless eye was found 'Mongst all the little group that hemm’d the veteran round. And Helen to the garden hied,

And flowers in haste she gather'd there,
And with a tendril these she tied

Into a nosegay fair:
Then to the mournful group with speed she hies,
And in her brother's coat she placed the parting
He kiss'd the children, each and all,

Which round their brother fondly clung ;
And then his staff and bundle small

He o'er his shoulder flung,
And down the vale, where birds were chanting gay,
And pathway flowers bloom'd wild, he wound his
devious way.
And now some favourite martial tune

He whistled, and a martial stride
He next essay'd, but each full soon

A cheerful heart belied,
For O, his soul did his sad fate deplore,
And thitherward his steps, perchance might turn
no more!
And off, with wistful eyes, he turn'd

A homeward glance, with many a sigh,
Where age his sad departure mourn'd,

And weeping infancy.
'Till gain'd the mount, he cast a final view,
Dash'd from his eye the tear, and waved a last adieu !
Near Halifax.



(By Rev. J. Young.) 'Twas night, dark night, save when the moon's faint

beam Broke through the low'ring clouds with sickly gleam; No lonely star, amidst the appalling gloom Shone out-to light the mariner's watery tomb; Like pealing thunders round the rocky shore Howl'd the rude tempest, with tornadian roar; The wide-mouth'd caverns of the hungry deep Yawn'd for their prey :-while 'gainst the craggy

steep With fatal violence, driven before the gale, A gallant vessel, creaking 'neath her sail, Dash'd her fine prow. The rude concussion given Unship'd her seamen, and her sides were riven. The breaking billows cleared at once her deck, And crash on crash proclaim'd her hull a wreck. A yell of misery, with the gurgling wave Sounded, as sunk her inmates to their grave. Some few were sav'd, and gained the rocks with joy; One yet the sea held, with her infant boy. Long had she battled with the rolling sea, “ My child ! my child!" she shriek'd in agony. He heard, who cast upon the high land shore, The dying echo, but he heard no more. The husband, father,-heard his sinking mate, And rushed to rescue, or to share her fate. A desperate effort only now could save His wife, his child too, from the yawning grave. Down from the rocks, which o'er the waters frown'd, Held by his shipmates,—with strong cordage bound He hung suspended, like a speck in air,'Till lowered, he met the objects of his care; And then, with spring of superhuman kind, Clasp'd his lov'd wife, nor left his son behind. The half drown'd mother, still retained her child With phrenzied grasp amidst the billows wild.


(A Fable.) It was a sultry summer's day, And numerous insects were at play, And over heaths and meadows brown Floated the silken thistle down, Borne on the breezy wings of noon Like to the fairies' gay balloon, Tho' but a feather-guarded seed To propagate a noxious weed.

OLD AGE NOT TO BE DESPISED. SHORT, short are the days of our pilgrimage here, We are seen for a while, and too soon disappear ; But life has its joys through each quick passing stage, From the fervour of youth to the wisdom of age. So the seasons, though varied, their pleasures possess: The spring sings and smiles in her beautiful dress, The summer shines forth in the pride of the year, The autumn brings plenty, and winter his cheer. We heed not the days which in youth hasten o'er us,

So calmly and brightly they vanish away ; We care not to see Time's broad pinions before us,

But gladly perceive he is urging his way. Then manhood steps forward with dignified mien, Casts round his bold eye o'er this troublesome scene, And with vigour and skill guides the bark of this life, Through the world's raging sea of vexation and strife. See age slowly comes with a lingering pace, His hand is unsteady and wrinkled his face, His eye is still bright, though his forehead is bare, And the soul in its strength is still beaming forth

there. Though the busy employments of life cannot please, And achings and languor deprive him of ease, He draws a delight from his mental resources, In wise contemplations and useful discourses. Thus eased of a burden he scarce could endure, His wisdom affords an enjoyment most pure, His advice to the man, and his tales to the young, Are eagerly caught as they fall from his tongue. Then as we draw near our mortality's close, May we find in “ life's evening.” a tranquil repose, And let it the chief of our youth-time engage, To provide for the honour and comfort of age. King's Cross, Oct. 17, 1831.


The anxious watchers mark'd the deed, and now
Rais'd the fond trio to the mountain's brow.
While the loud shout, above the storm which rav'd,
Ran echoing round the shore, They're sav'd, they're



The last cruel tempest has blown,

The last passing danger is o'er,
The last dart of Satan is thrown,

And terror and care are no more.
No more shall their terrible foe

Send shaft upon shaft at their breast;
Their Lord is the conqueror now,

And Jesus has given them rest.
And shall I then basely repine?-

Oh! would that I murmured less;
Tho' sorrow and sighing be mine,

I bless Him; I cannot but bless.
What tho' in the bosom of earth

These beloved ones peacefully lie !
They are fled to the place of their birth,

And happier are they than I.
How selfish to wish for their stay

Mid the beggarly elements here;
Rather plume thee, my spirit, away,

For flight to a happier sphere;
For flight from the regions of pain

To the mansions of pleasure above,
Where no separation again

Shall chill the pure feelings of love.
For the last cruel tempest has blown,

The last passing danger is o'er,
The last dart of Satan is thrown,

And sorrow and sin are no more!
March 22.

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KNOW HIS VOICE." Who are those sheep that walk in the cool vale, And shun the giddy mountain's cloud-topp'd height?

There sheltered from the gale,

They fear no foe;
His gentle hand they know
Who guards them day and night!

Happy are they:
No sweeter herbage tempts those sheep to stray :

His lambs that peaceful shepherd leads
By purest streams and flowery meads,
And far beyond those distant trees

Has promis'd fairer fruits than these. Know ye that shepherd ? O then stray no more From his sweet fields; his flocks lie down at noon

Where the cool waters pour,

And hear his voice;
He bids his lambs rejoice,
Those days are coming soon,

When blood and strife
Shall stain no more the peaceful paths of life;

When with one song the earth shall ring,
And all shall own one Lord, one King;
And their own Shepherd then shall stand

With that bright sceptre in his hand.
Sweet are the strains that He is wont to sing,
And calmly joyous are the hours they pass,

When round their Shepherd King,

They hear him tell
Of blessed sheep that dwell
Far off, and taste the grass

Of that bright clime !
Oh! soon shall come the glorious happy time

When all the ransomed flock in one,
In the same heavenly fields shall run;
And one in heart and glory be,

With one good Shepherd, Lord, in Thee. March 22, 1832.


Review.The Records of a Good Man's

Life. By the Rev. Charles B. Tayler,
M. A. Two Vols. 12mo. pp. 358—314.

Smith, Elder, & Co. London. 1832. We know not with certainty whether the subjects of these volumes ought to be considered as real or fictitious. Some circumstances would incline us to think the former, but others induce us to believe, that the first volume rather contains the character, than the actual history of any individual. The good man is named Mr. Singleton, who appears before us as a pious clergyman of the church of England, to whose consti. tution, services, and ritual he seems inor, dinately attached. But, why Mr. Tayler, the professed author of these volumes, should have his portrait prefixed to the title-page, rather than that of Mr. Singleton, we are at a loss to discover.

The biographical narrative proceeds through the greater portion of the first volume, with all the appearance of reality. But as we approach towards its close, L'Envoy starts before us, saying, “And now, neither as Mr. Singleton, nor as his friend, the editor of these records of his life, do I come forward; but in my own character, as the author of the whole; and I might as well say, that my object has been, even by so slight a work, to rouse the pro.

fessing members of our blessed and beau, Review.-- The Wesleyan Preacher, contiful church of England, to the considera- taining Sermons of the most eminent tion at least of the meaning of the profes- Ministers in the Connexion. 8vo. pp. 448. sion made by them, as members of that Vol. I. Northcroft, London, 1832. church.”—p. 352.

The second volume, losing sight of Mr. This work, as it issued from the press, was Singleton altogether, comprises nine distinct published in numbers at three-pence each ; articles, which bear the following names.- and now, since about seven months from “Fulgentius and Meta; Joan of Kent; the commencement have elapsed, they are The Lady Anne Carr; Guyon of Mar- collected together, and neatly bound up in seilles; The Lady Lisle ; The Lowly the volume before us. The reader will be Lady; Anne of Cleves; The Son and aware from its title, that nothing but disHeir ; and A Vision of Conscience.” courses delivered by Wesleyan ministers Why these stories should be thus placed engross any of its pages. To this we may before the public under the title of “Re- add, that the sermons here published, are cords of a Good Man's Life, we must chiefly those of the regular itinerant preachwait for the author to explain. There is in- ers of this christian community, officiating in deed in the title-page of the second volume, various parts of the metropolis, and its exan et cetera, which the first does not bear, tensive suburbs. but this forms only a feeble link of con- As the discourses, contained in this vonexion.

lume were delivered extemporaneously, and Independently, however, of these ano- taken down by short-hand writers without malies, the “ Records of a Good Man's the knowledge of the preachers, we are auLife" is an excellent work; and the first thorized to infer, that they are fair speciinens volume, to which the above title exclusively of their talents and doctrines. In discourses applies, has few rivals, and perhaps, no written with a design for publication, the superior in this department of the market author is naturally on his guard, and of literature. The narrative is full of inte- examines with cautious attention every thing rest, and contains a fine delineation of he submits to the public eye. But when no christian charaeter. A great variety of such extensive publicity is anticipated, and natural incidents occur, as we proceed in no permanent record of what he delivers is the sketch, all of which tend to develop expected, we behold nothing more than his virtues that no friend of mankind can sur- common ministerial efforts, without embelvey with indifference. Rarely, indeed, do lishment and without disguise. Occasions we behold so many moral and spiritual like these, bring the preacher before us in excellences combined in active life, in any his natural and unvarnished character. one individual. Yet we perceive nothing In days that are past, it was fashionable extravagant, nothing Utopian, nothing with those who embraced a different creed, which, to the sincere and humble Christian, to traduce the Wesleyan preachers as antican be considered as unattainable in his christian, loading them with reproachful present probationary state.

epithets, and piously consigning all their The tales in the second volume partici- followers to perdition. In the present day, pate in the same general outline of charac- the charges of heresy, though not entirely ter; and, taking the first story as a speci- unheard, are delivered out with a more men of the whole, they inculcate this im- sparing hand; but it is only where prejuportant lesson, that the world by wisdom dice prevails, and the doctrines they inculknows not God. Joan of Kent is drawn cate are unknown, that the voice of sectain a masterly style, and those who peruse rian bigotry can produce any injurious the tale, will speedily be convinced, that effect. legalized murder, produced by the intrigues This publication must tend considerably of ecclesiastical bigotry, and executed under to dissipate the clouds which misrepresenthe sanction of royal authority, was not tation had collected, and to place this large exclusively confined to the ascendency of christian community in their proper light. papal power.

It will, also, preserve many valuable disThe portrait of Mr. Tayler, prefixed to courses from being consigned to oblivion, the first volume, is beautifully executed; but and thus extend the sphere of their utility all the delicate touches of the artist are in- beyond the narrow boundaries of a congresufficient to eclipse the fine strokes of dis- gation, or the limits of a single town. crimination, and vivid delineations of cha- So far as we are able to judge, these racter, that are profusely scattered over the discourses have been taken down with compages of this

useful and

entertain- mendable fidelity as to their doctrine, im.

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