Spare them each mouldering fragment spare Of God's own image-let them rest, Till not a trace shall speak of where For he was fresher from the hand That formed of earth the human face, In nearer kindred than our race. In many a flood to madness tost, But met them, and defied their wrath. Then were they kind-the forests here, A tribute to the net and spear Of the red ruler of the shade. A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, Our lovers woo beneath their moon, Ah, let us spare at least their graves! B. THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN. I STOOD Upon a pleasant hill, with summer verdure crowned, A lovely vale before me lay, and on the golden air, Crept the blue smokes in quiet trains from roofs that clustered there. I saw where in my early years I passed the pleasant hours, The clover, with its heavy bloom, was tossing in the gale, Broke with their freshest beauty yet, upon my startled eye. The wild vine, in the woody glen, swung o'er the sounding brook, All these are what they were when last these pleasant hills I ranged, But the faces that I knew before, by time and toil are changed; Where youth and bloom were on the cheek, and gladness on the brow, I only see the marks of care, and pain, and sorrow now. J. H. B. TRANSLATION OF A SCENE IN SCHILLER'S TRAGEDY OF "MARIA STUART." Mary, Queen of Scots, has been kept for a long time in strict confinement in the castle of Fotheringay. She has at length received permission to quit her apartments, and is here described as walking in the castle grounds with her attendant, Hannah Kennedy. ΚΕΝ. You haste, my lady, with such winged speed MARY. Let me my long-lost freedom greet, KEN. Your liberty is but a lengthened chain, MARY. My blessings on their friendly screen, KEN. My soul revives amid their living green; With nought but heaven its view to bound? There, where the mountains mingle with the sky, Ships of the air that sail the sky, Oh, my dear lady, do not talk thus wildly, (Aside.) Her long confinement has disturbed her reason. MARY. There lies a fisher in his bark, His nets should rise from out the sea, KEN. Alas, that wish is vain; see all around MARY. No, my good Hannah, trust me, not in vain Lord Leicester loves me. Yes, his powerful hand KEN. The air still vibrates with your dreadful doom, "Prepare your neck to meet the headsman's stroke." Whence then your present liberty? Alas! MARY. I fear the riddle has a dreadful import. Hear you that sound ring wildly out, CRITICAL NOTICES. Hints for the Improvement of Early Education and Nursery Discipline. Second Salem, from the Fifth London Edition. Salem. James R. Buffum. 1827. WE have been acquainted with this valuable little book for several years, and would most heartily recommend it to all our readers who are at all interested in the subject. It takes up the child from the dawn of intellect, and carries him through all the gradations of the forming period of life, till those habits and dispositions are fixed, which give an enduring character to the man or woman. The whole work is the manifest result of remarkable good sense, and common sense, no less than of successful experience. In its design, it is less ambitious than that which would mark out for the scholar, the professional man, the statesman, or him who is to engage in any difficult vocation in the busy world, the road to excellence and fame. But though less ambitious, it is by no means less useful. It regards the formation of the moral man primarily; the heart, the temper, the principles; the more amiable, as well as the bolder virtues. Now if we are duly aware how much early discipline, nursery discipline even, has to do with all this, we shall readily perceive that the author begins at the very foundation, with that alone which can make talents of any value in man or woman either; with that which is to put in training minds and dispositions which are to act the dispositions and minds of others; and thus extend their beneficent sway to each succeeding generation. If we should seem to have written these few remarks too much in the style of unqualified panegyric, we have only to say, it is because we have found no occasion for exception in the book before us, and would merely add, that we have expressed ourselves strongly concerning it, from the full conviction that it is calculated to produce extensive good, and from our belief that there is no work of the same kind, which has equal claims to a place in every family library. |