hardship to be for six months, what you mean to be all the rest of your life."

"Richard was forced to submit, and for three of the six months, behaved better than ever. But habit as Mary said, is every thing; and his had for years set the wrong way. With the summer came pleasure parties and junkettings, and, worst of all, races in the neighbourhood. Dick first staid away with a bad grace; then went, just to show how well he could behave, and ended by losing his money and getFor a ting into scrapes just as bad as ever. time he was much ashamed, and felt real sorrow, and feared Mary would not forgive him. But when she did so, sweet gentle soul, once or twice, though her pale face was reproach enough for any man, he began to get hardened, and to laugh, at what he called, her silly preciseness. Mary was twenty times near giving him up; but his parents hung about ber, and told her she only could save him from perdition-and in truth she thought so herself; and that, joined to the love for him, which was the deeper for its slow growth, made her still ready to risk her own welfare for his.

the most effectual cure of my selfishness, and
I become generous, magnanimous, and a vo-
luntary sufferer of innumerable privations and
sorrows, which refine my spirit and invest it
with a higher character than belongs to earth;
for,

'Life is love and immortality,

The being one, and one the element.'
"Even with all the imperfections and evils
of a state like the present, instances of AFFEC-
TION Occur where there are to be found scarce-
ly any other redeeming qualities: and as so-
ciety advances under the humanizing influ-
ences of a blessed and heavenly RELIGION, they
are as true to taste as to genuine feeling. In
regions of uncultivated Barbarism, and amidst
the cruelties of an appalling Superstition, they
bloom like beautiful flowers, on the borders of
the chilling glacier and frozen mountain whose
suminit is covered with eternal snow. In civi-
lized life, they abound with a luxuriance which
reminds us of the fertile valleys of the sweet
South: they improve in so congenial a clime,
and shed a delightful fragrance through the
whole atmosphere. An elegant trifle some-
times affords a touching exhibition of their
pathos and their power, and awakens sensibili-
ties and endearments which no language can
adequately describe. The rose

Which Mary to Anna convey'd,'

was an offering of the heart, and has lent to
Poetry one of its sweetest charms, in the lines
of our own bard, the immortal CowPER. A
Birth-day Present from a beloved Child to a
fond Mother, has frequently drawn precious
tears from the eyes of maternal tenderness;
while a Father's manly cheeks have borne tes-
timony to the value of the gift. The most ex-

of youth deposits in the bosom of her Husband,
in the form of that smiling infant which they
joyfully embrace as the first pledge of conjugal
love.

"It is not to be told how much she bore of idleness, extravagance and folly, (for vice was never as yet laid to his door,) in the hope, that when these wild oats were sown, Richard would settle down into a sober man of business. At last, however, to crown all, there came players to the town, and Dick was not to be kept from either before or behind the curtain. He fell in with a gay painted Madam of an actress, very showy to be sure; but no more to be compared to Mary, than a flaring crockery jug to a fine china punch-bowl. She persuaded him, that to marry a farmer's daughter was quite beneath him, and to be kept in awe by her, more contemptible still.quisite boon is, perhaps, that which the Wife So, Sir, to make a long tale short, Dick, after trying in vain to make his poor heart-broken Mary give him up, (that he might lay his ruin at her door,) had the cruelty to tell her one night, as he met her going home to her father's, from nursing his sick mother, that she was not a fit match for him, and that if ever he married, it should be to a wife of more liberal ways of thinking. He had been drink. ing a good deal, it is true; and was put up to this base conduct by his stage favourite; but when he found that instead of a storm of reproaches, or even a flood of tears, poor Mary only stood pale and shaking in the moonlight, and kept saying, "Poor Richard! oh, poor Richard!" he grew sobered, and would fain have softened matters a little, but she summoned all her strength, and ran till she came to her father's garden; and two days after, when the old Marshalls drove out in a postchaise to try and make it all up, and get their son put once more on his trial, Mary was off, her parents would not tell whither.

(To be continued)

From an Annual called Affection's Offering, "AFFECTION'S OFFERING.'-Who can pro nounce these words without their awakening a thousand pleasing emotions in his bosom? AFFECTION is the charm of life; and on the interchange of mutually kind offices depends the far greater portion of human happiness. He that has never hung a wreath on AFFECTION'S shrine, is a stranger to the holiest feelings of our nature; and he that has never received one offering of fond attachment, must have lived in a desert world,-homeless, heartless,

"A few days since our feelings were un
usually excited by a slight incident, which the
heart of sensibility will readily appreciate.
Seated at the festive board, a gentleman pro-
duced a richly embossed gold snuff-box: it was
handed to us, and within the lid we read the
inscription. In simple terms it recorded the
simple fact, that it was a Token of Affection
presented to him by his Ten Children! Happy
and enviable Parent! In one short sentence,
what an ample disclosure is made of domestic
felicity! What must be the every-day life of
such a circle? We all remember the parting
interview between our late venerable Sovereign
and his favourite daughter fast waning to the
tomb,-when the latter placed on the Monarch
Father's hand the last token of Filial Affection.
The scene was overpowering. The aged Pa-
rent never recovered from the shock. He wept;
-and those sad tears were the last remains of
consciousness! Reason forsook the throne
where Affection triumphed:

Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them, than heaven;
And if there be a human tear,
From passion's dross refin'd and clear,--
A tear so limpid and so meek,

It would not stain an angel's cheek,-.
'Tis that which pious Father's shed
Upon a duteous Daughter's head.'

NIGHT.

BY FREDERICK MULLER.

I COME, I come, when the hours have run,
Three times their course since the set of sun,
When the distant shadows deeper fall,
And the star-beams brighten my festal hall,
And a softer gleam is spread over the sea,
To mirror the path where my steps will be..
I come, when the young moon, calm and still,
Is rising over the eastern hill-
As the soft winds waft her onward through,
The heaven's unruffled sea of blue,
And the night-stars shine with their ray se-
And hail her in beauty, Night's holy queen.

rene,

I come, when the heavens are hushed and deep,
And the stars in their silence a vigil keep,
As they watch in their beauty throughout the
hour,

On each whispering leaf, and each folded
flower,
And no far sound breaks on their quiet dim,
Save the wandering chaunt of some spirit's
hymn.

These glories come with me-they all are
mine,-

But see in the east, there is one pale line,
'Tis the first faint tinge of the silver dawn,
It will waken to beauty each lea and lawn,
And shed a soft gleam o'er the blue sea's swell,
Bright stars ye must vanish-farewell-fare-
well!

The Persian Prince Chosrew-Mirza has arrived at Moscow, where brilliant entertainments were given in his honour. The Prince seemed delighted with the city, and displayed remarkable politeness towards the ladies. He is stated to have demanded in marriage three young ladies at a time, whom he would have taken with him to Persia as his legitimate wives. When it was represented to him that such a demand was contrary to European customs, and could not be complied with, he alleged ignorance as an excuse.

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John Huss or the Council of Constance. Biographical
Notice of Augustus Herman Francke. The Book of
Enoch. Paul's Apology for Reproaching the High
Priest. Ancient Sepulchres. The Voice of Prayer. On
the Situation of the Altar of Incense. The Dangers of
Religious Students. Idolatrous Dresses of the Ceylonese.
The City of the Dead. Pra se for Deliverance. Contem-
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THE SENSES.

BY THE REV. CHARLES WILLIAMS.

"Senses, that inherit earth and heavens,
Enjoy the various riches Nature yields;
Far nobler, give the riches they enjoy;
Give taste to fruits, and harmony to groves,
Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright
sire;

Take in at once the landscape of the world,
At a small inlet, which a grain might close,
And half create the wond'rous world they see.
But for the magic organ's powerful charin,
Earth were a rude, uncoloured chaos still.
Like Milton's Eve, when gazing on the lake,
Man makes the matchless image man admires."
It seems there was a time, though it cannot
be precisely determined, when the senses had
a dispute as to their respective merits and
claims. How it originated is also undecided;
but, if certain chronicles are to be believed,
much was said by one party respecting an ap-
peal to the legal courts. As, however, many
objections arose to this proposition, others
were maturely weighed, and at length the dis-
position appeared general to refer the case to
arbitration, in the presence of a select assem-
bly. In order that justice should be done, it
was resolved that each of the parties should
obtain professional assistance, and Mr. Com-
mon Sense, the Recorder of a neighbouring
town, was requested to preside.

After the lapse of a few days every preliminary was arranged; lots were drawn by the counsel, and, as soon as it was discovered that they were to maintain the cause of their respective clients in the following order-Mr. Optic, Mr. Odour, Mr. Contact, Mr. Zest, and Mr. Auricle-Mr. Common Sense took the chair, and, having offered some appropriate observations, invited them to proceed.

Mr. Optic. In the whole course of my professional career, Sir, I never rose with greater pleasure than I now experience; pleasure arising no less from interest in the cause entrusted to my care, than from the most confident anticipations of success. For, if exquisite organization, beauty of form, vivacity of expression, intelligence of aspect, and unceasing utility, have, severally, a claim to high regard, what, I ask, must be the force of that confederacy of attractions for which I now solicit, I had almost said demand,-the suffrages of this distinguished assembly. My clients are, indeed, Nature's choicest twins-the mirrors of the soul; and well might the enthusiasm of love thus speak of Juliet:

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return."
Milton's muse takes a higher range. When
portraying Eve, he says, "Heaven was in her
eye," and, had there been a nobler object for
his choice, he would at once have selected it.
To say nothing, which I am reluctant to do,
of the amazing structure of the powers of vi-
sion, allow me to allude to the wonders of their
operation. To take the instance given us by a
modern philosopher, let us imagine ourselves
stationed on Arthur's seat, or on the summit
of Salisbury Crags, in the vicinity of Edin-
burgh. Turning the face to the north-west,
the city which has been termed "the Modern

1830.

and take his station in the temple of Fame? Or how could the ordinary engagements of life be performed were there a frequent occurrence of so disastrous a privation?

But, Sir, although I could long dilate on this subject, I will not detain the flattering attention of yourself and of this audience-8 brief statement of my client's claims are before you, I need scarcely say," Fiat justitia!"

As soon as a burst of applause had subsided, Mr. Odour rose, and thus addressed the chair:

I confess, Mr. President, I am not surprised at the elevated and triumphant strain assumed by my learned friend, to whose skill in advocacy I am ready to offer my profound and willing tribute. Let not, however, his eloquence mislead the mind. The passions easily excited may frequently be as easily allayed; whereas, what is admitted in the calm exercise of reason, has often the force of an active and abiding principle. If, then, I content myself on this occasion with a train of remark less attractive in its character than that to which you have just listened, it is because I feel that the Doric column will retain all its unostentatious dig

Athens," with its castles, spires, and stately
edifices, presents itself to view. Beyond it,
on the north and west, a beautiful country,
adorned with villas, plantations, and fertile
fields, stretches as far as the eye can reach,
till the scene is bounded by Stirling Castle, at
the distance of more than forty miles. On the
right hand we behold the port of Leith, the
shipping in the roads, the coast of Fife, the
isles of Inchkeith and May, and the Frith of
Forth, gradually losing itself in the German
Ocean. If, then, we suppose the length of
this landscape to be forty miles, and its breadth
twenty-five, it will, of course, comprehend an
area of a thousand square miles. Now, in
order to this one effort of sight, immense be-
yond all possible conception must be the num-
ber of rays issuing from the objects brought
into view, and yet every ray inust pass along
undisturbed and unblended, so that it may pro-
duce its specific effect on every eye; further,
before the rays can enter the pupil, they must
be compressed into a space of little more than
one-eighth of an inch in diameter; and, more-
over, they are so extensively diffused, that the
effect they produce on one person's visual
faculty they are ready to yield to that of mil-nity and stability, when the splendid Corin-
lions on millions of sentient beings;-an effect
by which all the objects thus surveyed are
most accurately painted, by innumerable pen-
cils of light, on a space in the eye less than
half an inch in diameter. Here then, Sir, is a
combination of wonders at which, while the
ignorant are incredulous and sceptical, the re-
flecting may well be astounded. And yet this
is only a single example. The eye opens, in-
deed, to the universe itself. By its aid we are
present with those brilliant orbs, to whose dis-
tance the wide diameter of our planetary sys
tem is as nothing. Other senses seem to bind
us to the earth, but with this we expatiate
with transcendent power and perfect freedom
through celestial regions.

Is any consideration needed, Sir, to heighten
the effect of these statements, I think it may
be found by a reference to the loss of sight.
What genius can adequately portray the pri
vation he sustains, who exclaims, as this source
of beauty, joy, instruction, and ever-varying
magnificence is dried up—

Thus with the year
Seasons return:-but not to me returns

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But clouds instead, and ever-during dark
Surround me."

So far, however, we have attended merely
to the appearance of external nature; but it
behoves us to observe, that by means of
the same organ we can perceive the disposi-
tions, passions, and affections of those around
us. How often, when the tongue is silent,
does the eye recognise the kindling of wrath,
the quailing of fear, the palpitation of love;
and, even when the tongue dissembles, does
the eye detect the lurking hypocrisy, and in-
voke its just visitation! Indeed, were the
power of sight as rare as the calamity of blind-
ness, the few would appear prophets to the
multitude; and the ordinary exercise of this
amazing faculty would secure a tribute, due
alone to supernatural endowments.

Without alluding to those optical instruments which increase their energies, it may be affirmed that the eyes are the principal media for the reception of knowledge by the mind, since, in addition to the proofs already given, another is obvious, in whatever issues from the pen or the pencil, the chisel or the press, being accessible. How could an eyeless philosopher, or scholar, orator, or poet, rise superior to the obstacles that lie in his path,

thian is bereft by the hand of time of its more showy but adventitious decorations. With the seat of that power for which I plead, you are well acquainted-"Naribus interea consedit odora hominum vis"-its object, you know, is to catch the light but fragrant gales, "docta leves captare auras," such, indeed, as having often filled the bosom with the most delightful emotions in the happiest spots,

"Panchata quales

Vere novo exhalat, Florove quod oscula fra-
grant

Roscida, cum Zephyri furtim sub vesperis horâ,
Respondet votis, mollemque aspirat amorem.'

"

My learned friend referred to beauty as one of his client's most powerful claims; but with greater confidence I may advance this in favour of mine. Did the great Roman poet, when describing a vast, shapeless, horrid monster," Monstrum horrendum informe, ingens," add, to give greater hideousness to the figure he portrayed, the loss of an eye, "cui lumen ademptum?" He might have been far more effective could he have supposed a nose wanting, and have said, " cui narem ademptam!"

Equally premature, I apprehend, is his triumph as to the enjoyment of natural scenery. Has he forgotten-but to forget is sometimes a privilege-that but for those glasses, which the nose most disinterestedly bears, vision, except within the limits of a few inches, would be denied to multitudes? And then could the flowers so profusely scattered over the face of the globe be stripped of their odour, they would lose, assuredly, their principal charm. I repeat it, Sir, in words far happier than my

own

"In vain the golden morn aloft

Waves her dew-bespangled wing;
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She woos the tardy Spring;
Till April starts and calls around

The sleeping fragrance from the ground." There is, however, one point in which I shall insist my client stands per se, alone and unapproached; I allude to his spotless and unimpeachable virtue. In this respect he precedes the eye an immeasurable distance. And here another instance strikes me in which my friend may esteem himself happily oblivious; Alexander the Great, it is said, arrived at the gate of Paradise, and was refused admission. With his usual impetuosity he cried to the attendant and guardian spirit-give me something to show I have been here! Here, madman,

ceeding, till Farel, spiritu quodam heroico af-
flatus (says Beza) threatened him, in the most
solemn manner, with the curse of God if he
did not stay to assist him in that part of the
Lord's vineyard. Calvin accordingly com-
plied, and was appointed professor of Divinity.
It was at Geneva that the singular interview
took place between Calvin and Eckius related
to Lord Orrery by Deodati.

was the reply, is a cure for the maladies of
thy distempered soul. The Macedonian un-
graciously received the boon-it was a piece
of a human skull. About to cast it away in
contempt, a sage remarked that it had an ex-
traordinary property, which would appear on
weighing it against gold and silver. The
scales were brought forth, in one the gift was
placed, and in the other a large quantity of
the precious metal, but the former prepon. "Eckius being sent by the pope legate into
derated; again and again the gold was France, upon his return resolved to take Ge-
increased, but in proportion to its amount neva in his way, on purpose to see Calvin, and
was the evidence of its inferiority. At if occasion were, to attempt reducing him to
length the sage directed that a little earth the Romish church. Therefore, when Eckius
should be substituted for the gold; and in- was come within a league of Geneva, he left
stantly the boon bestowed by the guardian of his retinue there, and went, accompanied but
Paradise "rose up and kicked the beam." with one man, to the city in the forenoon.
Alexander was astonished, and, having in- Setting up his horses at an inn, he inquired
quired the cause of the phenomenon, the sage where Calvin lived, which house being shown
replied, "Great king, this fragment is the him, he knocked at the door, and Calvin him-
socket of a human eye, which, though its com- self came to open it to him. Eckius inquired
pass be small, is yet unbounded in desire. for Mr. Calvin; he was told he was the per-
The more it has, the more it craves. Neither
Eckius acquainted him that he was a
silver, gold, nor any earthly possession can stranger, and having heard much of his fame
satisfy it; it must be covered with a little was come to wait upon him. Calvin invited
earth before its lust and ambition will end!"- him to come in, and he entered the house with
And assuredly, Sir, he who uttered this decla- him; where, discoursing of many things con-
ration, was one of Wisdom's elder and favour-cerning religion, Eckius perceived Calvin to
ite children. Oracular indeed was his voice; be an ingenious, learned man, and desired to
most worthy is his sentiment of being embla-know if he had not a garden to walk in; to
zoned in characters of gold. Peace then to his
manes! May the effulgence of immortality
rest upon his name!

What, I ask, in conclusion, is to be compared with virtue? Virtue transcends the sun in brightness, the rose in sweetness, the heaven born snow in purity, the granite rock in permanence;-compared with its worth, all the gens and riches of the globe are but a molecule, a monade, an atom; virtue allies the children of the dust with celestial beings; virtue the eye has lost, but virtue, unutterably precious as it is, the sense for which I plead has never forfeited!

(To be continued.)

THE LANDSCAPE ANNUAL.

A most beautiful work, deserving all the praise I can give it. I have cheerfully paid a gunica for this volume, but I have no doubt it will be worth more before a month goes by.

Miss L.-Mr. Jennings is a publisher of unrivalled taste.

Dr. B.-And Mr. Prout an artist of fine talents: a faithful copyist of nature, under whose hands she is represented neither more coarse, nor more refined than she actually is.

son.

and that now he gave it to the poor; and so put it all in the poor box that was kept there. The syndics thanked the stranger; and Eckius admired the charity and modesty of Calvin. When they were come out of the church, Calvin invited Eckius again to his house; but he replied that he must depart; so thanking him for all his civilities, offered to take his leave; but Calvin waited on him to his inn, and walked with him a mile out of the territories of Geneva, where with great compliments they took a farewell of each other.

"The last moments of Calvin were remarked as the finest of his life. Like a parent who is about to leave a beloved family, he bade farewell to those whom he had watched over so long with a truly parental care. To the elders of the republic and the citizens he gave his parting advice, that they should steadily pursue the course in which he had directed them. His remains were conveyed, without any pomp, to the burial place called Plain Palais. His tomb was simple, and without inscription; but the feelings of gratitude_were deeply engraven on the hearts of the Genevese, and he was honoured with the sincere mourning of his adopted countrymen to whom he had been so long a father and a friend."

Mrs. O-I have heard it said that "Landscape Annual" is a misnomer, the pictures being chiefly those of buildings, ruins, palaces, or

streets.

Ed.-I think the objection ill-founded-they are landscapes to all intents and purposes, and the title is a happy one.

After a careful examination, I declare I cannot point out a single bad print of the whole 26. Some are, however, better than others. Mr. Millar's engraving of "The Lake of Como;" Mr. R. Wallis's, of "The Bridge of Sighs;" Mr. Willmore's, of" The Ducal Palace at Venice;" Mr. Jeavons's "View of Vicenza;" and Mr W. Wallis's "Milan Cathedral" are perhaps the best executed. The perspective defective.

in the entrance to "the Lago Maggiore" is

Mrs. 0.-Do not forget that the plates are engraved under the direction of Mr. Charles Heath.

RECOLLECTIONS.

Age.

"But ever and anon, of griefs subdued,

There comes a token, like a scorpion's sting,Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued;

which Calvin replying he had, they both went into it, and then Eckius began to inquire of hin why he left the Romish church, and of fered him some arguments to persuade him to return; but Calvin could by no means be persuaded to think of it. At last, Eckius told him that he would put his life into his hands, and then said he was Eckius, the pope's legate. At this discovery Calvin was not a little surprised, and begged his pardon that he had not treated him with the respect due to his quality. Eckius returned the compliment; and told him if he would come back to the church he would certainly procure for him a cardinal's cap; but Calvin was not to be moved by such an offer. Eckius then asked him what revenue he had; he told the cardinal he had that house and garden, and fifty livres per annum, besides an annual present of some wine and corn, on which he lived very contentedly. Eckius told him that a man of his parts deserved a better revenue; and then renewed his invitation to come over to the Romish church, promising him a better stipend if he would. But Calvin, giving him thanks, From the [London] Spirit and Manners of the assured him that he was well satisfied with his condition. About this time dinner was ready, when he entertained his guest as well as he could, excused the defects of it, and paid him every respect. Eckius after dinner desired to know if he might not be admitted to see the church, which anciently was the cathedral of that city. Calvin very readily answered that he might; accordingly, he sent to the officers to be ready with the keys, and desired some of the syndics to be there present, not acquainting them who the stranger was. therefore, as it was convenient, they both went towards the church; and as Eckius was coming out of Calvin's house he drew out a purse, with about one hundred pistoles, and presented it to Calvin; Calvin desired to be excused; Eckius told him he gave it to buy books, as well as to express his respects for him. Calvin with much regret took the purse, and they proceeded to the church; where the syndics and officers waited upon them, at the sight of whom Eckius thought he had been betrayed, and whispered his thoughts in the ear of Calvin, who assured him of his safety. Thereupon they went into the church; and Eckius having seen all, told Calvin he did not expect "The circumstance which led the great to find things in so decent an order, having apostle of the Reformation, Calvin, to adopt been told to the contrary. After having taken Geneva as his residence is singular. Passing a full view of every thing, Eckius was returnthrough that town on his route from France to ing out of the church, but Calvin stopped him Germany, he encountered his friend Farel, a little, and calling the syndics and officers tothen resident at Geneva, who entreated him gether, took out the purse of gold which Ecto remain there and to assist him in his minis-kius had given him, telling them that he had try. Calvin, however, was desirous of pro- received that gold from this worthy stranger,

Mrs. O. And Mr. Thomas Roscoe an accomplished writer, and a man of judgment and experience.

Ed.-Whole bound in morocco, gilt, with twenty-six steel engravings, and 278 pages of letter-press. If any purchaser is dissatisfied with his bargain, he ought to be pointed at throughout the whole city, as the discontented man. The editor, or to speak more properly, the author has very skilfully and agreeably performed his task; the style is more than pleasing, the descriptions accurate, the observations just, and the arrangement judicious. As you will suppose, extracts from various travellers form the greater portion of the volume, and Mr. Roscoe has consulted the best authorities, as well as the most entertaining tourists; his principal object being to add to the enjoyment of the fire-side of those who prefer travelling by deputy, and like to find the sublime and beautiful without the pain and trouble of a search. I will lay before you the following specimen:

As soon,

And slight, withal, may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever; it may be a sound-

A tone of music;-summer's eve-or spring;
A flower-the wind-the ocean-which may wound,
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly
[Byron's Childe Harold."

bound."

How many dreams will fling their spells upon the troubled mind,

As travellers in life's wilderness, gaze wistfully behind,

On the changeful paths which they have traced, from young existence up

To the hour of darkness and of ill, when they quaffed of sorrow's cup;

How varied is that sky-like the record of our fate

Bright with the summer-hues of love, then dim and desolate ;

Like the sea with light and shadow o'er its rolling billows given,

While some heave darkening, like a pall, some glow in hues of heaven.

Come not these visions when a sound breaks on the startled ear,

Such as in boyhood's morning hour it was a joy
to hear :-

Some voice, like song of childhood 'midst the
early buds at play,
While o'er its path the blue sky bent, to bless
him on his way;

To which its lyre-like cords reply, in magicbride recognised me, and having been formerly of some article of wearing apparel or of furni