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The gentle virtues which her bosom share
Evince that pride hath no admittance there.
In modest confidence the virgin stood,
In awful pomp the Delphian priestess shone,
Between the laurel'd grove and charmed flood.
And spake with gentle, yet commanding tone,

Daughter of Lowry, what a fate is thine!
In thee the gifts of both thy parents shine.
Daughter of Lowry, bail! for thee the Muse
Hath bathed in Hybla's and Hymettus' dews,
Unfold their charms, unveil their radiant faces,
Her dulcet lips; for thee the peerless Graces
And smile upon thee a celestial smile;
Thine hours, thy thoughts, thy feelings to be
guile;
Invites, commands, and claims thee for her
Bat Pallas bending from her lofty throne,

at Cairo, also perform quarantine; but they appoint two of their number to visit the sick, and administer extreme unction to those of their persuasion who are dying; and it happens but seldom, that any of these visitors die of the plague, which inclines them to make a miracle of it. The only precaution they take is, to drink a great quantity of brandy, as much, and often much more than they can well bear, without dishonouring their profession. A Venetian doctor, long resident at Cairo, never performed quarantine, and even visited people who were sick of the plague, but never caught it himself. His antidote like-Yet, though she chiefly rule thy willing breast, wise was, to take so much brandy, By sterner wisdom be not all possess'd: that he was seldom free from its ef- Give to the Muse's lore some transient hours, fects; perhaps the increase of perspi- And deck thy brow with sweet Parnassian ration, occasioned by the liquor, might Then turn again, god of the golden lyre! be the cause. It seems that brandy Prophet unerring! whence this sudden fire? supplies, in this case, what a great Before my eyes unearthly visions roll, degree of actual heat would do. A And dread forebodings agitate my soul. timorous person, who is in constant Oh! yet, high-gifted maid, before we part, fear, will be much more liable to have Divine philosophy bath power to heal 'Tis mine to wound, but not to break thy heart; it; but it is well known that fear acts The piercing woes which thou must shortly the contrary way, and will prevent or feel, obstruct perspiration."

Thus far Mr. Antes, and I leave it to all candid readers to judge whether the observations of an intelligent conscientious man, during twelve years, in Egypt, are not of more importance than the crude theories of a Scotch or American doctor, whose ambition it is to gain a name by boldness of speculation. At another time, I purpose to consider the subject more fully.

POETRY.

J. W.

TO MISS LOWRY,
DAUGHTER OF WILSON LOWRY, F. R.S.
(See Imp. Mag. col. 114, &c,)
As once reclined in balmy sleep I lay,
A vision brighter than Aurora's ray
Dazzled, yet charm'd, my sight. In Grecian
land,

High on the Delphian steep I seem'd to stand.
Britannia's Genius to Apollo's fane,
Learning, and Art, and Science in her train,
A young-eyed maid with joyous hope was
leading,

Her future triumphs in her aspect reading.
Of lofty stature, and engaging mien,
Bright with the tints of youth the maid was

seen.

Her brow commanding, and her sparkling eye,
Proudly proclaim'd the mind's supremacy
O'er learning's boundless realm; but there
alone,

The conscious pride of towering genius shone;

own.

flowers.

Reft of thy parent; while a joyful sound
Will ring Elysium's flowery realms around.
The sainted sages of the olden time,
I see the philosophic chiefs sublime,
Hipparchus, Archimedes, famed of yore,
And mighty Thales, seek the Stygian shore,
To greet a kindred shade; and Phidias leads,
From sculptur'd halls in Asphodelian meads,
Two lovely boys. Awhile the stranger stands,
Wondering to view those starlike, godlike
With eye quick glancing, and uplifted hands,

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The smile of her fair glowing face
Rejoices creation around;
And pleasure, hope, concord, and grace,
Her lovely attendants are found.

Her mien is majestic and bland,

And odours proceed from her breath; The life-giving touch of her hand Requickens the subjects of death.

The woodland musicians conspire
To hail her return with delight,
While love does their bosoms inspire,
In conjugal bliss to unite.

O'er nature's new carpet of flow'rs,

Which covers the meadow's expanse, (While Pan, from bis reed, musio pours,) The wool-cover'd innocents dance.

The finny creation, too, feel

The impulse of day's radiant king; And anxious their joy to reveal,

Aloft from their dwelling-place spring.

How sweet in the morning to stray,

Fair spring's op'ning beauties to view; To hear the blithe lark's matin lay,

While sun-beams are drinking the dew.

And sweet, too, to rove o'er the plain,
Just when the dispenser of light

Is cheerfully yielding his reign
To eve, the precursor of night.
Contemplating, let us admire

The agent whom nature obeys;
The seasons' immutable Sire

Demands our devotion and praise.

And Oh may the sun-beams of grace
New energies give to the heart,
The winter of torpitude chase,

Religion's fair spring to impart!
Dartmouth.

J. M. M.

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If souls can wander from their airy homes, Oh sainted mother! let me see thee now! Descend, and tell me if-Lo! there she is! Why start the dews upon my trembling frame? Why quails my heart?-Oh! 'tis a fearful thing To look upon those awful, upturn'd eyes,That radiant frame reclining on the air,Then bending down with solemn gaze on me! What should I dread?-Spirit! thou art my Mother!

I ask thee, whence thou camest hither? Where hast thou travell'd in thine airy course? Hast thou swift flitted from yon trembling

stars,

Or floated on the moon-beam's yellow light,Or gather'd brightness from the far-off sun? Oh! could one fervent wish of mortal man, Swifter than thought, wend upward to the sky, And bring thee coursing down, from vast immeasur'd height?

'Tis wondrous!-How didst thou hear my sigh, And instant gliding down the deep'ning blue, Swifter than meteor's glance, or flickering lightning's glare,

Flit noiseless down, and gently to my view,
Thy full white figure, palpable on air,
Each well-known feature, mould to human
sight;

That mild dark eye beams down a tearful

glance,

Which saith, "Thou little know'st a mother's love!"

Oh, say not so, ethereal visitant!

LINES ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE For, when I saw thee on thy bed of death,

MRS. WARREN.

(Supposed to be written in the City-Road
Burying-Ground, at Midnight.)

"Justus in æternum vivet."

SHEDDING her floods of silver radiance down, O'er clustering tombs, gray glistening in her rays,

The moon careers along the mellow skies
With midnight splendour, and directs thy steps
To yonder grave: go, and bend o'er it,
While fringing grass and weeds enclose the
spot.

Let thy tears trickle down the letter'd stone,
Insensible recipient! yet not colder
Than the dear crumbling dust of whom it tells.
Now, read the sad inscription chisel'd there;
Till thine eyes, wandering on from line to line,
Meet with the woful ending,-"here she lies!"
Then thine unatter'd sorrow bursts its way,
And thy poor broken heart dissolves in tears.

How solemn, sad, and silent is the scene! Methinks the fitful breeze that wandereth by, Moans with funereal loneliness; though not A rustling cypress waves beneath its passage. Look at the monumental stones around!

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grave,

While the black coffin they were letting down; There was their mother-her they saw no more !

Then, crying bitterly, returned home, Wond'ring how lone and vacant seem'd the house!

Where was their mother? Little sufferers!
Then we all felt the loss of mother's love!

Stay, thou dear vision, pictur'd on the wind! O wilt thou leave me ?-I have thousand things

To tell thee yet!-See, see!-it fades away,gaze on nought but dreary vacant moonlight, For she bath left her son to mourn alone!

But thou, oh blessed spirit, weepest not! Thy griefs are over, never to return! Thou art with "angels ever bright and fair!" Thou wanderest blissful 'mong their shining ranks!

Thyself art passing lovely !-cloth'd in white, Radiant and glittering! Whence got'st thou it? Is it not sprinkled with the blood of Christ?

Peace to thy sacred ashes, Oh my mother! Oh! rest thee, Anne, in thy profoundest sleep,Within thy narrow boundaries!-and coffiu close,

With plaited cap around thy brow; and shroud Long, close, and damp!-Decay thou silently! No, my poor mother! though this earth hides thee,

It does not rase thy memory from my heart! And though thy lips are clos'd,-ay, clos'd in death;

Their fervid eloquence still thrills upon my ears!
Thy memory in my heart shall fondly live,
Till thy son lays his humble dust beside thee,
Commingling fondly, even in the grave!

But, in the silence of the moonlit night,
A mystic voice low whispers on the wind,
"She sleepeth but to rise!"-Ay, it is so!
God hath decreed it; and on earth thou didst
Believe it faithfully. Wait, then, the day
Till the last trumpet's startling blast shall peal
The Resurrection! And thou, within thy grave,
Shalt hear it, and waken from thy trance;-
Throw off thy shroud that mouldered with
thee,

Burst thy sepulchral bonds of gloomy stone,
And rise again! with holy wonder gazing
Upon the sudden flash of gorgeous light,
That sheds its ruddy lustre all around!
Let fall thy clay!-Remould in native fire,
And cloth'd in garments of unearthly white,
Plume for thy mighty flight, oh spirit, plume!
Stretch thy bright pinions awful in the air,
And soar with angel majesty to heaven.

ODE TO TIME.

Q. Q. Q.

HAIL! Gaffer Time, with head so bare,One lock alone of hoary hair

Hangs o'er thy furrow'd brow;
Thou art a venerable sage,

Decrepit, wrinkled, worn with age,-
Methinks I see thee now!

O, yes! I see thee creeping on
With measur'd step-but when thou'rt gone
Thou seem'st to fly apace;
Expanding wings thou stretchest wide,
And hurriest on with ample stride,
So much thou art in haste!

Yet some thy choicest blessings slight,
And even seek to speed thy flight
With folly's wild vagaries;

While some, more wise, in solemn mood
Consider thee life's greatest good,

So much opinion varies.

But sure thou art a precious boon,-
Then why dost thou depart so soon?-
Ah! why so short thy stay?-
Thou art for ever on the wing,-
So fleet the pleasures thou dost bring,
So soon they pass away!

Then, oh! may we be truly wise,
And ev'ry passing moment prize,

Nor e'er thy presence spurn;
But seize thee by the forelock fast,
For well we know, when once thou'rt past,
Thou never dost return!

And all must, one day, own thy pow'r,—
All wait, alike, the destin'd hour,

The wicked and the just;
Thou wilt all worldly things subdue,
The works of art, and nature too,
Thou'lt crumble into dust!

But though thou reign'st triumphant here,
When we shall reach another sphere,

From earthly ties set free, We'll bid adieu to things below, And having conquer'd our last foe, We'll triumph over thee.

Near Kingsbridge, Devon.

T. JARVIS.

LINES WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH
OF AN ACQUAINTANCE.
WELL, thou art gone, and art at ease
From long protracted pain;
Who would repine at thy release,
Or wish thee back again?

No dark uncertainty attends

Thy state beyond the tomb;
The soul, the better part, ascends
To heaven, its final home.

O happy state! O bless'd exchange!
There holy spirits are-
Beyond the utmost planet's range,
Above the twinkling star.

Father, I would not much desire
On earth to tarry long,
But as these mortal parts expire,
May faith and hope be strong.

Thine arm hath strength'ned me when low;
It will support again;

And he who safely keeps me now,

Will not forsake me then.

Yes, I shall wear the victor's wreath,
The prize is full in view!

My Lord hath triumph'd over death,
And I shall triumph too.

Deal.

E. B.

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REVIEW.-Narrative of a Pedestrian

Journey through Russia and Siberian Tartary, from the Frontiers of China to the Frozen Sea and Kamtschatka. By Capt. John Dundas Cochrane, R. N. Second Edition. 2 vols. 8vo. pp. 428 and 344. London. Charles Knight, Pall Mall East. 1824. SURELY Eurystheus could not have known the dangers and difficulties attending a Siberian journey, or such a one, as that undertaken by our traveller, had formed one of the twelve memorable labours of Hercules. That any man, more especially a captain in the British navy, should have undertaken such a task, and voluntarily too, almost exceeds the bounds of credibility. To traverse the deserts of Siberia, subject to the most severe privations, often without either food or raiment, exposed to the utmost inclemencies of the weather, paddling and wading through half-frozen rivers and lakes, sleeping in snow till chilled and stiffened with the cold, and then again scorched with a burning sun, are really labours and vicissitudes which, in our estimation, nothing could compensate :-yes, we beg the Captain's pardon, an amiable and affectionate wife, we believe, may be reckoned an adequate compensation for hardships even such as he endured.

Our author, after passing through France into Russia, departed from Petersburgh, passed through Moscow, Tobolsk, and Irkutsk, to the borders of the Chinese empire. From thence he penetrated to the country of the Tchuktchi, and thence along the Omekon to Okotsk, where he embarked for Kamtschatka. From St.

"WORK WHILE IT IS DAY, THE Peter's and St. Paul's, his wandering

NIGHT COMETH."

SWIFTLY our moments pass away,
And soon they all will disappear,
May we endeavour, while 'tis day,
To teach the young their God to fear!
Soon will the final hour arrive,

When all our toil and care will cease, Oh! may we each with ardour strive

To lead the youth in paths of peace.

Dear Saviour, own our care, and bless Each weak attempt to spread thy name. Vain will each effort prove, unless

Thy blessing rest upon the same.

But if our labour thou approve,
Success upon it will attend,

And we, in this employ of love,

Our happiest hours on earth shall spend.

A. B.

spirit, after having first enchained itself in the promissory bonds of a matrimonial engagement, prompted him to make the tour of the Peninsula. And indeed lucky, perhaps, it is, that this comet at last fell in with an attraction sufficient to establish its orbit, or otherwise it might have shot out into the regions of space, and instead of arriving in the moon,' ,"* might have drawn this luminary off in its tail, thus depriving us of a very valuable, though only occasional, source of light. The author's motives for his arduous

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The chief of one of the Siberian towns told him he expected to have heard of his arrival in the moon.

undertaking will be best understood | feasible by me, who had been roasted in some

in his own words :

of the worst corners of the West Indies, during a period of nearly ten years' service, without, I may say, a head-ache. Finding, however, that a young commander like myself, was not likely to be employed afloat, much less ashore, I determined to undertake a journey, varying only the object and scene to that of the unfortunate Ledyard, viz. to travel round the globe, as nearly as can be done by land, crossing from Northern Asia to America, at Bebring's Streights; I also determined to perform the journey on foot, for the best of all possible reasons, that my finances allowed of no other. Having procured two years' leave of absence, I prepared to traverse the continents of Europe, Asia, and America."-p. 1 to 6.

"In the month of January, 1820, I addressed a letter to the Secretary of the Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty, offering to undertake a journey into the interior of Africa, which should have for its object the ascertaining of the course and determination of the river Niger. Besides the bent of my own inclination, I had an inducement to this step in the conviction, established by experience, of my capability to encounter the ordinary difficulties of a pedestrian traveller; having, on the conclusion of the general peace, traversed on foot the beautiful countries of France, Spain, and Portugal-an excursion in which I certainly underwent a full proportion of fatigue and privations; to say nothing of those I had for years before been in the habit of undergoing; among which I might enumerate two trips from Quebec to Lake Ontario, when in company with six bundred seamen, whose very faces and swollen feet told me I was more of a pedes-peror Alexander. The emperor, with trian traveller than they.

"The plan I purposed to follow was nearly that adopted by Mungo Park in his first journey; intending to proceed alone, and requiring only to be furnished with the countenance of some constituent part of the government. With this protection, and such recommendations as it might procare me, I would have accompanied the caravans in some servile city, nor hesitated even to sell myself as a slave, if the miserable alternative were necessary to accomplish the object I had in view.

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With these objects, our author traversed through France, and, having arrived in Russia, made for the capital, where he contrived to have his views and plans submitted to the Em

that magnanimity which should ever characterize a great mind, not only expressed himself satisfied with the object, but took every step to render our author all the assistance in his power. After stating that the permission of the Emperor was obtained, the author still further observes :

"His Imperial Majesty had also the consideration to ask Colonel Cathcart, who had recently arrived, as successor to Mr. Casamajor, whether wanted money, and how much, to enable me to start. I replied in the negative, expressing, very truly, my surprise and gratitude at the offer. was, moreover, instructed, in case of such necessity, to apply should pass."-p. 57 and 58. to the respective governors, at the places I

"In going alone, I relied upon my own individual exertions, and knowledge of man, unfettered by the frailties and misconduct of others. I was then, as now, convinced that many people travelling together for the purpose of exploring a barbarous country, have the less chance of succeeding, more especially when they go armed, and take with them presents of value. The appearance of numbers Our author describes the manner of must naturally excite the natives to resistance, travelling in Siberia with great mifrom motives of jealousy or fear; and the dan-nuteness. He states, that the inhabitger would be greatly increased by the hope of plunder. The death of the whole party, and consequently the failure of the expedition, will be the probable result of such a plan, The difficulty of finding men, otherwise suitable, whose constitutions admit an equal degree of suffering and fatigue, is also great; and that of collecting a number of people gifted with the due portion of those virtues, without which no expedition of discovery could succeed, is certainly greater.

"My answer from the Admiralty was unfavourable, expressing an unwillingness to countenance the undertaking; whether from tender regard to the safety of my person, or because they considered such an expedition foreign to their department, or from what other reason, I shall leave the reader to conjecture. I was not, however, the less convinced of the practicability of my plan; a plan which I considered was more than ordinarily

* Certainly such a determination argues a degree of devotion to the favourite pursuit, which, though we may admire, we cannot approve.-EDITOR.

ants supply the traveller with lodging and board gratis, and occasionally with animals and guides. Indeed, he observes, that his journey from Moscow to Irkutsk, (a route of six thousand miles,) did not cost him quite a guinea! He also makes concise remarks upon the manners and customs of the people, as well as upon the general history of the places through which he passed. As a specimen, we shall transcribe his observations upon Tomsk, the capital of a province of the same name :

"Tomsk is a city and capital of a province thousand inhabitants, while there are about of the same name, containing five hundred nine or ten thousand in the city, which, in spite of several churches, and many handsome edifiplace; yet shewing every hospitality and ces, public and private, is a most miserable kindness to travellers and strangers. The society also is, I am afraid, far from good,

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