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place, and there deposit their eggs, which in a few days produce such a number of maggots that the carcase is soon consumed. While they are thus employed below, parent flies are no less busy in devouring the noxious vapours that incessantly ascend. Thus, the air by these insects, is kept sweet and pure, till the storms of winter ren der their existence unnecessary, and at once destroy them. And Heaven that has formed nothing in vaiu exhibits these things to our contemplation, that we may adore that allbounteous Creator, who makes even the most minute and seemingly destructive creatures subservient to the good of man.'

In such a manner did this poor and illiterate peasant moralize on the common occurrences of nature, these glorious and invaluable truths did he deduce from vile reptiles, the unheeded insect, and simple herb that lies neglected, or is trodden under foot as useless and offensive, And what friend to mankind does not contempla. ting this hoary rustic's story, fondly wish with its writer, that learning had lent its aid'to polish a genius that might have one day surprised the world with the glorious blaze of a Locke or a Newton.

My apology is if I have afforded your numerous respectable readers in this quarter, to whom the solitaire is not unknown, and who value the truth, any entertainment, my trouble will be well repaid, and perhaps a further disa covery will be transmitted to you by some more able hand. Paisley.

A.H.N.
THE DEAD SOLDIER.
HE sleeps! the hour of mortal pain

And warrior pride alike are past.;
His blood is mingled with the rain,

His cheek is withering in the blast.
This morn there was a bright hue thare,

'The flush of courage stern and high;
The steel has drain'd its current clear,

The storm has bleach'd its gallant dye.
This morn these icy hands were warm ;

That lid, half shewing the glazed ball,
Was life!-thou chill and clay-fac'd form,

Is this the one we loved? Tbis all!
Woman, away, and weep no more!

Can the dead give thee love for love?
Can the grave hear?-his course was o'er,

The spirit wing'd its way above.

Wilt thou for dust aud ashes weep?

Away! thy husband lies not here:
Look to yon heaven ; if love is deep

On Earth! 'tis tenfold there.
Give this a soldier's grave. Away!

Then to thy closet, to thy knee:-
Go live; and'if thou lov’dst him, pray

Even here, to make him glad of thee.

STERI UTATION. OR, the act of sneezing, has been surprisingly commented on by those who do not defy augury. St. Austin tells us that the ancients were wont to go to bed again, if they sneezed while they put on their shoe. Aristotle has a problem,“ Why, sneezing from noon to midnight was good, but from night to noon unlucky.” Eustatius upou Homer says, that sneezing to the left was unlucky, but prosperous to the right. Hippocrates, that sneezing cures the hiccup, is profitable to parturient women, in lethargies, apoplexies, &c. Pliny, Apulænius, Petronius, and a dozen others, have all something to say about it; but Bux. torf (Lex Chal.) tells us, that sneezing was a mortal sign, even from the first man; until it was taken off by the special supplication of Jacob. From whence, as a thankful acknowledgement, this salutation first began, and was after continued by the expression of tobincohiim, or vita bona, by standers by upon all occasions of sneezing.' To all which we may now add, that in the country, when an old woman who takes Scotch snuff happens to sneeze, any old fool that is near, cries out God bless you! Among nations not over civilized, it becomes the cause of some ceremonial or other. When his majesty the king of Minomotopa sneezes, those who are near him salute him in so loud a tone, that the persons in the anti-chamber hearing it, join in the acclamation, In the adjoining apartments they do the same, till the noise reaches the street and becomes propagated through the city : so that at each royal sneeze, a most horrid cry results from the salatations of his many thousand vassals, But it is different with the king of Senaar; for wben bis majesty sneezes, bis courtiers immediately turn their backs upon bim, (for that time only,) and give themselves a loud slap on their right thigh.

Jo a scarce tract, by Gerbier, master of the ceremonies to Charles the First; Oxford, 1655, he gives a rule of good.

breeding : Its not the custome when a prince doth snese to say, as to other persons, Dieu vous ayde, God help you, but only to make a low reverence. After this, the learned will give us commentaries upon a sigh and a yawn; indeed the latter has already caused the spending of inuch philosophy.

TO MY DOG.
COSSACK, my mute companion, as thou sleep'st
On the warm rug, coil'd up in little room,
Enjoying much delight, why do thine ears
Erect with sudden tremors—why should sight
Swell thy shagg'd sides—and inarticulate sounds
Escape in feverish murmurings from thy bosom?
And still, whene'er in these mysterious lits
Of visionary sadness, I have pluck'd
Thy shagged ears—why, with an eye were grief
And love shed mingling glances, dost thou lick
The hand that broke thy slumber, and advance
The supplicating paw, and seem to feel
More than thy wonted fondness for thy master ?
Is it, that in the lonely sea-girt Isle,
Where thy sweet days of puppyhood were past,
Thou hasi imbib'd from the old cur wbo nurs thee
Ought of prophetic vision-as thou slept
On the dark hills capp'd with eternal clouds ?
Has that mysterious power, which haunts the wild
And solitary glens, ta’en from thy eye
The film which hides the future: Dost thou see
The woes which fill the chequer'd rolls of Time.
And do the joys or sorrows which await
Thy quite unconscious master—as they pass,
Cast their unreal shadows o'er thy dreams?
Is't this, which, when awaken'd bids thy tail
Quiver with kindness,—this that taugbt thine eye
Its mute but eloquent language?-
Sweetest Cur,
Tho' Cur thou he, unseemly, bandy legg'd,
Cloth'd in a matted wilderness of hair ;
Yet hear me, Cossack, I would trust the heart
That beats within that canine breast of thine,
More for its faithfulness, than many a one
Dwelling in that proud shrine a human hosom.

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"He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes; so looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall’d him ;
Then makes him nothing.'

Shakspeare.
JANY deadly feuds have subsisted from time
immemorial between the families of M'Pber.
son of Bendearg, and Grant of Cairn, and were
banded down unimpaired' even to the close
of the last century. 'In earlier time the war-
like chiefs of these names found frequent op-
portunities of testifying their mutual ani-
mosity; and few inheritors of the fatal quar-

rel left the world without having moistened it with the blood of soure of their hereditary enemies:But in our own day the progress of civilization, which had reacbed even these wild countries—the heart of the North Highlands-although it could not distinguish entirely the transmitted spirit of revenge, at least kept it within safe hounds; and the feud of M‘Pherson and Grant, tbreatened, in the course of another generation, to die entirely away, or at least to exist only in some vexatious lawsuit, fostered by the petty jealousies of two men of hostile tempers and contiguous property.

It was not, however, without some ebullitions of an. cient fierccuess, that the flame which had burned for so NO, IV.

many centuries seemed about to expire. Once, at a meet. ing of the country gentlemen, on a question of privilege arising, Bendearg took occasion to throw out some taunts aimed at his hereditary foe, which the fiery Grant immediately received as the signal of defiance, and a challenge was the consequence. The sheriff of the county, however, having got intimation of the affair, put both parties under arrest; till at length, by the persuasions of their friends--not friends by blood-and the representations of the magistrate, they shook hands, and each pledged his honour to forget-at least never again to remember in speech or action the ancient feud of his family. This occurrence, at the time, was the object of much interest in the country side; the rather as it seemed to give the lie to those prophecies of which every Highland family has an ample stock in its traditionary chronicles, and which expressly predicted that the enmity of Cairo and Bendearg should not be quenched but in blood; and on this seemingly cross-grained circumstance, some of the young men who had begun already to be tainted with the heresies of the lowlands, were seen to shake their heads as they reflected on the tales and the faith of their ancestors : but the grey.headed seers shook theirs still more wisely, and auswered with the motto of a noble house, 'I bide my time.'

There is a narrow pass between the mountains in the neighbourhood of Bendearg, well known to the traveller who adventures into these wilds in quest of the savage sublimities of nature. At a little distance it has the appearance of an immense artificial bridge thrown over a tremendous chasm; but on nearer approach is seen to be a wall of nature's own masonry, formed of vast and rugged bodies of solid rock, piled on each other as if in the giant sport of architecture. Its sides are in some places covered with trees of a considerable size; and the passenger who has a head steady enough to look down the precipice, may see the eyries of birds of prey beneath his feet. "The path across is so narrow that it cannot admit of two persons passing along side; and indeed none but natives accustomed to thescene frominfancy would attempt the dangerous route at all, though it saves three miles. Yet it sometimes happens that two travellers meet in the middle, owing to the curve formed by the pass preventing a view across from either side ; and when this is the case, one is obliged to lie down, while the other crawls over his body.

One day, shortly after the incident we have mentioned,

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