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more indicative of prosperous commerce, than the rapid stories" in her book, and that both externally and interintercourse of humankind is essential to national civilisa-nally it is such as cannot fail to make the heart of boy and tion and safety. In England, for whatever purpose united girl leap within them. We have not strength at this mo strength may be demanded, it is forwarded to the spot at once. It makes the whole land a fortress. If England ment to say more of any Annual. We therefore proceed to quote from the Juvenile Forget-Me-Not what we cou were threatened with invasion, à hundred thousand men could be conveyed to the defence of any part of her coasts sider a novelty, a prose tale by Miss Landon, and a very within four-and-twenty hours. well written tale too.

"Some common, yet striking calculations evince the singular facility and frequency of this intercourse. The mail-coaches of England run over twelve thousand miles in a single night-half the circumference of the globe! A newspaper, published in the morning in London, is, on the same day, read a hundred and twenty miles off! The traveller, going at night from London, sleeps, on the third night, at a distance of more than 400 miles. The length of canal navigation, in the vicinage of London, is computed as equal to the whole canal navigation of France!

"The late combination of the rail road and steam-engine systems, and the almost miraculous rapidity of passage thus attained, will increase this intercourse in an incalculable degree. Ten years more of peace may cover England with rail-roads; relieving the country of the expenses of canals, highways, and all the present ponderous and wasteful modes of conveyance; bringing the extremities of the land together, by shortening the time of the journey from days to hours; and, by the nature of the system, which offers the most powerful stimulant to the native ingenuity of the English mind, and summons the artificer from the rude construction of the boat and the waggon, to the finest science of mechanism, providing, in all probability, for a succession of inventions, to which even the steam-engine may be but a toy. The secret of directing the balloon will yet be discovered; and England, adding to her dominion of the land and the sea, the mightier mastery of the air, will despise the barriers of mountain, desert, and ocean,

"But the most important distinction between the materiel of British strength, and that of the old commercial republics, is in the diversity of the population. The land is not all a dock-yard, nor a manufactory, nor a barrack, nor a ploughed field; the national ship has a sail for every breeze. With a manufacturing population of three millions, we have a professional population, a naval population, and a most powerful, healthy, and superabundant agricultural population, which supplies the drain of them all. Of this last and most indispensable class, the famous commercial republics were wholly destitute, and they therefore fell; while England has been an independent and ruling kingdom since 1066. a period already longer than the duration of the Roman Empire from Cæsar, and equal to its whole duration from the consulate.

"But, if the population of our settlements be taken into account, the King of England, at this hour, commands a more numerous people than that of any other sceptre on the globe, excepting the probably exaggerated, and the certainly ineffective, multitudes of China. He is monarch over one hundred millions of men! With him, the old Spanish boast is true: On his dominions the sun never sets. But the most illustrious attribute of this unexampled empire is, that its principle is benevolence!-that knowledge goes forth with it, that tyranny sinks before it, that, in its magnificent progress, it abates the calamities of nature,-that it plants the desert,-that it civilizes the savage,-that it strikes off the fetters of the slave,-that its spirit is at once glory to God and good-will to man!''

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mott hef od 7. resTHE MINIATURE. By L. E. L.

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"The youth left the lattice, and, for a moment, buried his face in his hands behind the curtains of the bed, Charles, dear,' said his mother, and again he resumed his station at her side. It was a small low room, whose whitewashed walls and small grate—there was a fire there, though it was July-spoke the extreme of poverty; yet were there some slight marks of that refined taste which lingers after all that once cherished it is gone. On the little table, near the bed, stood a glass filled with flowers; and a bux of mignionette in the window touched every breath of air that entered with sweetness. The dim light threw a sha dow over the meanness of the place, and softness and quietness hallowed the agony of the hour; for Charles Seymour was looking for the last time on the face of the mother he had idolized-his young, his beautiful mother, whose small exquisite features, and dark length of hair, might rather have suited a lovely sister dying beneath her first sorrow, than one to whom many a year of grief and care would have made the grave seem a hope and a home, but for those she left behind. By her side, in the deep sleep of infancy, healthy, and coloured like the rose, was a child of four years old. God help thee, my poor Lolotte!' and the anxiety of a mother's love overcame the quiet of that calm which almost ever precedes the last struggle. Alas, Charles! a sorrowful and anxious heritage is yours!

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"A sacred one, mother!' and, in his heart, he vowed to be father and mother to the orphan child; and thrice tenderly did the cold hand he held press his, as he kissed the little creature so blessed in its unconsciousness.

"Deeper and deeper fell the shadows, and deeper and deeper the silence, when the few clouds that had gathered, gradually broke away, and the room was filled with the clear moonlight. Suddenly there came the sound of martial music-the tramp of measured steps. Mrs Seymour It is the march of your started unaided from her pillow. father's regiment-they played it that last morning-for pity's sake, don't let them play it now!'

Her head fell on Charles's shoulder; a strange sound was heard, such as comes from human mouth but onceit was the death-rattle, and a corpse lay heavily on his

bosom.

"Mistress has wanted nothing, I hope?' said an woman, opening the door gently; one look told her that her mistress would never know earthly want again.

"Disuniter of all affection-awful seal to life's nothingness-warning and witness of power and judgment-Death has always enow of terror and sorrow, even when there are many to comfort the mourner, when the path has been smoothed for the sufferer, and life offers all its best and brightest to soothe the survivor; even then, its tears are the bitterest the eye can ever shed, and its misery the deepest heart can ever know. But what must it be when poverty has denied solace even to the few wants of sickness; and when the grave, in closing, closes on the only being there was to love us in the cold wide world?

"Charles Seymour stood by while the old woman laid out the body, and paused in her grief to admire so beautiful a corpse. He had to let his little sister sleep in his arms, for their mother was laid out on their only bed; he had to order the coffin in which himself placed the body, their short and scant meals were taken in presence of the dead; he heard them drive the nails in the coffin, he stood alone by the grave, and wept his first tears when he reflected that he had not wherewithal to pay for even a stone to mark the spot,

THIS is one of the best of the Juveniles. In our "" young days of passion and of power,”—that is to say, before we had reviewed so many Annuals, we should have been "He went home to meet a talkative broker, who came glad to have gone over the embellishments and contents in detail; but being now sick at heart, and altogether by the window, in a room empty of every thing, but a to buy their two or three articles of furniture; and he leant worn out, with the labour of looking at, and describing, little bed for his sister, who had crept to his side, with that this literary bijouterie, we can only say that Mrs S. C.expression of fear and wonder so painful to witness on the Hall has a number of "pretty pictures" and "nice face of a child; and Charles Seymour was but just sixteen.

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His father had fallen in the battle of the Pyrenees, and his mother was left with the bare pension of a captain's widow, only one week before the banker, where all their private fortune was deposited, had failed. A few months brought Mrs Seymour to the brink of destitution and the grave; her pension died with her, and Charles was left, wich the poor Lolotte, entirely dependent on the small salary he received as clerk in Mr Russel's office; and even this poor situation had been procured for him by the chance interest he had inspired in the apothecary, who had, from mere humanity, attended his mother. His future prospects destroyed-confined to his desk the whole day-debarred from intellectual acquirement-shut out from his former pursuits-with all the feelings of birth and station strong within him, young Seymour would have despaired, but for his sister; for her sake he exerted himself, for her sake he hoped. They lived on in their little back room over the grocer's shop, kept by the widow of a soldier in his father's regiment; he knew he could confide in the old woman's kindness to the child during his unavoidable absence; and, though it was a long walk night and morning to the city, he thought only how healthy the air of Hampstead was for Lolotte; however weary, he was still the companion of her evening walk, or else was up early to accompany her on the heath. In her he concentred all the pride of better days; she was always dressed with scrupulous neatness; his leisure hours were devoted to giving her something of education, and every indulgence did he deny himself in order to bring her hone the pretty toy or book, to reconcile her to the solitude of their lonely chamber; and patiently did the little creature make her own pleasure or employment till his return, and then quite forgot that she had sometimes looked from the window, and thought how merrily the children played in the street,

Three years had thus passed away, and brought with them but added anxiety, Charles felt that over-exertion was undermining his health; and Lolotte-the graceful, the fairy-like how little would he be able to give her those accomplishments, for which her delicate hand, her light step, and her sweet voice, seemed made! and worse, how "little would they suit her future prospects, if he could! It was her seventh birthday, and he was bringing her a young rose-tree as a present, but he felt languid and despondingeven the slight tree seemed a weight almost too heavy to bear. As he went up stairs, he heard Lolotte talking so gaily a listener is such a pleasure to a child! He entered, and saw her seated on the knee of an elderly man, in whose face something of sadness was mixed with the joyful and affectionate attention with which he was bending to his "pretty companion.

101-"How a few words change the destiny of a life! A few, a very few words told Charles Seymour that Mr de Lisle, his mother's brother, stood before him, just arrived from Indiaa few words gave him an almost father, a fortune, *and friends; for Mr de Lisle had sought the orphans, to be the children of his heart and his home.

Another year had passed away. Charles Seymour's brow was still darkened with thought, but not anxiety; and his cheek, though pale, had no hue of sickness. He was seated in the little study, peculiarly his own; books, drawings, papers, were scattered round, and not a favourite author but found a place on his shelves. To-day his solitude was often broken in upon-it was Lolotte's birthday; and a sunny face and buoyant step entered his room, to show "the many treasures heaped on that anniversary.

There was a little female art in this. Lolotte, amid all her gay presents, felt half sorry, half surprised, to find none from her brother. Had he forgotten!to show him her gifts, might remind him of his own still, Charles offered her no remembrance of the day. A child's ball was too new and too gay, not to banish all thought but of itself; but when Lolotte went into her room for the night, and saw her table covered with presents, and still none from her brother, it was too much; and she sat down on her "little stool, where, when Charles entered, he found her crying.

My own sweet sister, you were not forgotten, but my birthday remembrance was too sad a one. I could not spoil your day of pleasure by a gift so sorrowful.'

"He presented her with a little packet, and the cheek Which he kissed as he said, Good night, was wet with his 2014ears.

Lolotte opened the paper-it contained a miniature, 16 and she knew that the beautiful face was that of her moather. It was not till the morning that she saw the following lines were with it:

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To this story we shall add one of Allan Cunningham's fine fresh songs," breathing of Flora and the country green:"

THE MORNING SONG,
By Allan Cunningham. ·
"Oh, come! for the lily,
Is white on the lea;
Oh, come! for the wood-doves
Are pair'd on the tree;
The lark sings with dew

On her wings and her feet,
The thrush pours its ditty

Loud, varied, and sweet:
We will go where the twin-hares
"Mid fragrance have been,
And with flowers I will weave thee
A crown like a queen.

"Oh, come! hear, the throstle
Invites you aloud;

And soft comes the plover's cry
Down from the cloud:
The stream lifts its voice,
And yon lily's begun
To open its lips

And drink dew in the sun :
The sky laughs in light,

Earth rejoices in green-
Oh, come! and I'll crown thee
With flowers like a queen!

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THIS work is the production of an amiable, rather than a talented, man. It contains nearly an equal proportion of prose and verse, in which the constitution, discipline, and feelings of a Christian family are principally discussed. In our opinion, the author's notions of strict decorum and methodical piety are a little too severe, and would, if acted upon, have too great a tendency to destroy all human affections, and to make this world a cold and uninteresting prison-house. The practical religion of such a character as the Vicar of Wakefield is more to our taste than the more sombre holiness of the Rector of Valehead. Still, the Rev. Mr Evans has written a book,, whose errors, if they be such, are easily forgiven, because they lean to virtue's side; and whose merits, though unobtrusive, are, in many respects, substantial. An evident air of sincerity pervades the whole work, and we conceive it to be excellently adapted for the Sunday reading of the middle classes, and for taking up at those hours when the mind is in its more solemn or sadder moods.

The Mountain Ash By Mrs Sherwood. Thomas Melrose. 1830.

Berwick.

The Father's Eye. By Mrs Sherwood. Berwick. Thomas Melrose. 1830.

The Useful Little Girl, and the Little Girl who was of no use at ull. By Mrs Sherwood, Berwick. Thomas Melrose. 1830..

The Two Paths; or, the Lofty and the Lowly Way. By Mrs Sherwood. Berwick. Thomas Melrose. 1830. MRS SHERWOOD and her excellent little works for the youth of both sexes have been noticed by us once or twice since the commencement of our labours. The tales whose titles we have copied above are in all respects worthy of the reputation she has acquired as a simple, impressive, and highly useful instructress. She is religious without being methodistical, and plain without being vulgar. Mr Melrose of Berwick gets up her little books very nicely, with frontispieces and embellishments, 1925

Questions on the Doctrines of the Bible, with References to the Scriptures for Answers. For the Use of Sabbath Schools. By the Rev. William Lowrie, Lauder. Berwick. Thomas Melrose. 1830.

THIS useful little work is constructed on such a plan, that the scholar who goes through it must necessarily become thoroughly acquainted with the Scriptures, since it is only by searching them that he will be able to give answers to the questions it contains." We should think it will be found of much practical benefit in Sunday Schools.

Knowledge for the People; or, the plain Why and Because. By Juha Timbs, Editor of " Laconies." No. I. London. JLow; and Hurst, Chance, and Co. WITH rather an affected and obscure title, this will be found a substantially useful publication. It consists of a series of questions concerning domestic science, each of ούτε

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The Orestes of Euripides, Edited by the Rev. J. R. Major, M. A. For the Use of Schools and Colleges. London. Baldwin and Co. 1830.

THIS is a work from the best classical press in England -that of Valpy. It is recommended by several circumstances: it contains a translation of Porson's notes; critical and explanatory remarks, original and selected; illustrations of idioms from Matthiæ, Dawes, Viger, and others, along with examination questions, and copious indexes. Altogether, it is one of the best school editions of the Orestes which exists.

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By James Horoid trout low sl De 10W 981 964 il`ed but. [This is the Ballad from the Amulet, of which we spoke in such high terms last week. We are convinced our readers, on perusing it, will join with us in thinking, that it possesses a str hat it possesses a strength of pathos, and a high poetical and national feeling, in every respect worthy of the Ettrick Shepherd, or of the best of our living poets] "O, what is become of your leal gudeman, A That now you are a' your lane? simsie ch If he has join'd with the rebel gang, verwell You will never see him again Plus sua mi 'O, say nae' the rebel gang,' ladye,

It's a term nae heart can thole, soul, and i'
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Wi' these twa babies sweet? Ye hae naebody now to work for them, Or bring you a meal o' meat;

It is that which makes my heart sae wae, An' gars me, while scarce aware, Whiles say the things I wadna say

Of them that can be nad mair.bed

by Poor Janet kiss'd her youngest babe,
And the tears fell on his cheek,
And they fell upon his swaddling bands,
For her heart was like to break;!
O, little do ye ken, my dear, dear babes,
What misery's to be mine,
But for the cause we hae espoused,
tor will yield my life and thine.

"O had I a friend as I hae nane,
For nane dare own me now,
That I might send to Bothwell Brig,
If the killers would but allow,

To lift the core will him find,
of my brave John,-
I ken where
He wad meet his God's foes face to face,
And he'll hae nae wound behind.'.

Third went to Bothwell Brig, Janet, was nane durst hinder me,

And

vane For Iwantit to bear a' I could hear,
What I could see;
And there I fand your brave husband,
As viewing the dead my lane,

He was lying in the very foremost rank,
In the midst of a heap o' slain.'

"Then Janet held up her hands to heaven,
An' she grat, an' she tore her hair,
'O, sweet ladye, O, dear ladye,
Dinna tell me ony mair!
There is a hope will linger within,
When earthly hope is vain;

But when ane kens the very worst,
It turns the heart to stane!'

"O, wae is my heart, John Carr,' said I,
That I this sight should see!'

And when I said these waefu' words,
He liftit his een to me.

'O, art thou there, my kind ladye,

The best o' this warld's breed,

An' are you gangin' your liefe lane,
Amang the hapless dead?'

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"I hae servants within my ca', John Carr,
And a chariot in the dell,
An' if there is ony hope o' life,

I will carry you hame mysell.' 'O, lady, there is nae hope o' lifeAn' what were life to me!

Wad ye save me frae the death of a man,
To hang on a gallows tree?

"I hae nae hame to fly to now,
Nae country an' nae kin,

There is not a door in fair Scotland
Durst open to let me in.

But I hae a loving wife at hame,

An' twa babies dear to me;

They hae naebody now that dares favour them,

An' of hunger they a' maun dee.

"Oh, for the sake of thy Saviour dear,

Whose mercy thou hopest to share,

Dear ladye, take the sackless things

A wee beneath thy care!

A long fareweel, my kind ladye,
Owre weel I ken thy worth;

Gae send me a drink o' the water o' Clyde,
For my last drink on earth.'

"O dinna tell ony mair, ladye,

For my heart is cauld as clay;

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There is a spear that pierces here,

Frae every word ye say,

'He wasna fear'd to dee, Janet,

For he gloried in his death,

GoAnd wish'd to be laid with those who had bled For the same enduring faith.

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"There were three wounds in his boardly breast, And his limb was broke in twain,

An' the sweat ran down wi' his red heart's blood,
Wrung out by the deadly pain.

I row'd my apron round his head,
For fear my men should tell,
And I hid him in my lord's castle,
An' I nursed him there mysell.

"An' the best leeches in a' the land
Have tended him as he lay,

And he never has lack'd my helping hand
By night, nor yet by day.

I durstna tell you before, Janet,
For I fear'd his life was gane;
But now he's sae well, ye may visit him,
An' ye's meet by yoursells alane.'
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"Then Janet she fell at her lady's feet,
And she claspit them ferventlye,
And she steepit them a' wi' the tears o' joy,
Till the good lady wept to see.

"Oh, ye are an angel sent frae Heaven,
To lighten calamitye!

For in distress, a friend or foe

Is a' the same to thee.

"If good deeds count in Heaven, ladye,

Eternal bliss to share,

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Ye hae done a deed will save your soul, et
Though ye should never do mair."
Get up, get up, my kind Janet,
But never trow tongue or pen,
That a' the warld are lost to good,
Except the Covenant men.

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OR, MISCELLANEOUS NOTICES OF ANTIQUITY, APOTHEGMS CUSTOMS, ANECDOTES, &c.

WHEN Ptolemy II., King of Egypt, looked forth one day from his palace window, afflicted as he was at the time with the gout, the consequence of his luxurious indulgences, and distracted with kingly anxieties, he observed a multitude of his plebeian subjects reclining in festal ease, on the sandy banks of the Nile, and dining with immense glee and great good appetite on such plebeian entertainment as they had provided for themselves. "Miserable me!" said the monarch, "that my fate hath not allowed me to be one of them!"

Anaxagoras, the Clazomenian philosopher and preceptor of Socrates, being asked for what purpose he conceived he had come into the world, answered, " To see sun, moon, and stars!" The same philosopher, being utterly negli gent regarding the politics of his town of Clazomene, was twitted for his indifference on that subject by some one of his more zealous fellow-citizens, who asked him whether he entertained no concern for his native country? "For my country," replied the sage, "I have always a great concern; my native city"-pointing to the heavens -"is perpetually the subject of my thoughts!"

Chilon, the sage of Sparta, enquired of Esop what was Jupiter's employment-what was his regular daily

business in the skies?" To humble those that are elevated, and elevate those that are humble!" said the fabulist.

Hesiod recommends three cups of water to one of wine; they sometimes drank four to one; the Greek› proverb prescribes five of water to two of wine, or three of wa ter to one of wine. The proportion of five to two seems

drink cheerfully, and converse for a long time without inebriation! Anacreon, whom we may conceive the pattern of all jollyd winebibbers, used two of water to one of wine.bolt was considered a Thracian or Scythian custom to drink pure wine. The Romans, drank more undiluted wine than the Greeks; yet we hear Ovid himself saying, that he could never drink wine in an unmixed state: it was too strong for him.

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Dancing seems to have been reckoned, as well among the Hebrews as the Greeks, one of the first-rate accom-generally to have been preserved by those who wished to plishments, and to have been associated not only with their poetry, but with their religious worship. Almost all the earliest Greek poets, as Thespis, Cratinus, and others, not only excelled in dancing, but taught it to freemen, or gentlemen, for money. We do not read, however, that Homer was a dancer, or kept a dancing-school. Sophocles was one of the best dancers of his generation; he had a very handsome person, which he was fain to exhibit in the dance's grace-displaying movements. After the celebrated battle of Salamis, in the glory of which he and Eschylus alike as warriors partook, he exhibited himself as a lyrist and dancer, nearly in the same manner as David did before the ark: he footed it along, dancing and singing to his lyre, being anointed also with oil, and naked to the waist; though others say he wore his robe. When his play of Nausicaa was acted, he not only danced, but played at the ball. With the Hebrews, dancing must assuredly have been associated with notions of dignity, otherwise it would not have been used in their most solemn worship. And yet the taunting rebuke given to David by his wife, presupposes, in her estimation, something of levity combined with that exercise. With the Romans, after their connexion with Greece, dancing was also deemed a high accomplishment. In the age of Cicero, the first men of Rome made a boast of their skill in dancing; as Claudius, who had triumphed; Cœlius, the enemy of Cicero ; and Lic. Crassus, son of the celebrated Parthian Crassus.

Anacharsis, though a Scythian, uttered sentiments as beautiful as those of Plato himself. Among his fine sayings is the one" The vine bears three grapes: the first is that of pleasure; the second is that of drunkenness; the third is that of sorrow."-A Greek poet, I forget his name, gave the first bowl, or crater, to the Graces, Hours, and Bacchus; the second to Venus, and again to Bacchus; the third to Mischief and Atê.

Magnificent and large as are our modern steam-vessels, they are inferior, if we may judge from description, both in size and splendour, to the vessels constructed by the Kings of Egypt and Syracuse, on a scale of grandeur corresponding to the immense preparations of their sculpture and architecture. Ptolomæus Philopater, King of Egypt, built a vessel 420 feet long, 56 feet broad, 72 feet high from the keel to the top of the prow, but 80 to the top of the poop. She had four helms of 60 feet; her largest oars were 56 feet long, with leaden handles, so as to work more easily by the rowers; she had two prows, two sterns, seven rostra, or beaks, successively rising, and swelling out one over the other, the topmost one most prominent and stately; on the poop and prow she had figures of animals, not less than 18 feet high; all the interior of the vessel was beautified with a delicate sort of painting, of a waxen colour. She had 4000 rowers; 400 cabinboys, or servants; marines to do duty on the decks, 2820; with an immense store of arms and provisions. same prince built another ship, called the Thalamegus, or Bedchamber-ship, which was only used as a pleasure yacht, for sailing up and down the Nile. She was not so long or large as the preceding, but more splendid in the chambers and their furnishings. Hiero, King of Syracuse, built an enormous vessel, which he intended for a corn-trader; her length is not given." "She was built at Syracuse, by a Corinthian ship-builder, and was launched by an apparatus devised by Archimedes." -All her bolts and nails were of brass; she had twenty rows of oars; her apartments were all paved with neat squarə variegated tiles, on which there was painted all the story of Homer's Iliad. She had a gymnasium, with shady

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When Mark Antony was fast fleeing from his conqueror, after the battle of Mutina, one of his acquaintances gave as a reply to some person that enquired of him what his master was about" He is doing what dogs do in Egypt when pursued by the crocodile-drink-walks, on her upper decks; garden-plots, stocked with ing and running!"

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various plants, and nourished with limpid water this flowed circulating round them in a canal of lead. How different are the times and modes of study prac- had, here and there on deck, arboura mantled with ivy tised by literary men in all nations and ages! Demos- and vine-branches, which flourished in full greenness, thenes studied always during the night, utterly secluded, being supplied with the principle of growth from the and quaffing at cold water; Demades, his rival in the leaden canal. She had one chamber particularly splendië, forum, hardly studied at all, but dissipated away his whose pavement was of agates and other precious stones, time amid wine and licentiousness. Eschylus was said and whose pannels, doors, and roofs, were of ivery, and to be always drunk when he wrote, whence Sophocles wood of the thya-tree. She had a scholasteriam, er remarked to him with some of the bitterness of jealousy, | library, with five couches, its roof arched into a polus, er that "if he wrote well, he did so perchance and unwitting-vault, with the stars embossed; she had a bath, with its ly." If it be true that Eschylus wrote always in a state of accompaniments all most magnificent; she had or each inebriation, it may perhaps account for his harsh, con- side of her deck ten stalls for horses, with fodder and torted, yet furious, forceful, and sublime style of poetry. furnishings for the grooms and riders; a fishpond of I should infer from Homer's simple style, that he was a lead, full of fish, whose waters could be let out or admitted drinker of cold water. Not only schylus, but Alcæus at pleasure: she had two towers on the poop, two on the and Aristophanes, composed their poetry in a state of ex- prow, and four in the middle, full of armed men that citation from liquor; yet Anacreon, bacchanalian as he managed the machines, invented by Archimedes, for was, wrote, it is said, always sober-he only feigned ine- throwing stones of 300 pound weight, and arrows eighteen briety. Among modern writers, I have only heard of feet long, to the distance of a furlong. She had three Tasso and Schiller, who composed in a state of semi-ine-masts, and two antennæ, or yards, that swung with hooks briation: Schiller used to study till long after midnight, with deep potations of Rhenish; Tasso was wont to say that Malmsey was that alone which enabled him to compose good verses.

and masses of lead attached. She had, round the whole circuit of her deck, a rampart of iron, with iron croirs, which took hold of ships, and dragged them nearer? For the purpose of destroying them. The tunnels or bowls on Her masts were of brass, with men in each. She had twelve The Greeks seldom drank wine undiluted with water anchors and three masts. It was with difficulty they

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