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This makes an aggregate of one hundred and sixteen species. To these may be added the following varieties, to wit:
which, added to the number of the species, makes one hundred and twenty-five.
To this enumeration I beg leave to add, that it by no means contains the whole. So far from it, that I know as a sportsman many kinds which have not yet been examined by me as a naturalist.
And, as I am on the subject, I will just mention that I have made great progress in describing and classifying the cetaceous animals of this region. The crustaceous are also posted up to a very valuable amount. And the testaceous are collected and displayed before me, to the amount of sixty species for scientific enumeration.
I ought not to close my letter without making my hearty acknowledgments to Samuel Akerly and Samuel G. Mott, Esqs. for the prompt and zealous aid they have afforded me. Nor can I omit to make equally respectful mention of Mr. John Scudder, the proprietor of the Museum in New-York, for the liberality with which he has permitted me to inspect his collection.
I beg you to accept the assurance, Mr. Editor, of my high esteem and regard.
SAMUEL L. MitchILL,
For the Analectic Magasine.
ON SEEING A PICTURE OF NEWTEAD PARK, BELONGING TO A SEAT LATE T 29
PROPERTY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD BYRON.* 1813.
Froi scenes like these, that far and wide,
Son of the Muse-celestial guide!
Alas! for thou hast sold yet more
- the burning blush suffuse,
Yet must the mind misgive thy lot,
* " The pearl of the soul may be melted away.".. Muore.
Be welcom'd by the well-known shade,
From courts and camps, in groves like those, Thy hero, Blenheim! found repose. To breathe the calm that such inspire, Would awful Chatham's self retire, And sacred ever be the shade, Where, matchless Burke! thy form was laid, When, pond'ring all thy country's woes, The genius of Prescience rose, And spread such visions to thy sight, As check'd the spirit's hastening flight, And stopp'd of age the coming night ; Bidding, as erst in Ajalon, The mental sun not yet go down !
Beside that bright and tranquil stream How pleasant to recline and dream! Listening the while its gentle sound Not even fairy ear might wound, Nor passing Zephyr dare molest The sacred quiet of its breast, Io gay translucency complete, Yet mild as bright--0 emblem meet! The very heaven assign'd the just, That haunt of beatific trust, Where no defilement enters e'er, Seems scarce more fair, more calm, more clear Byron! from this and could'st thou pass ? Perchance because its faithful glass To thy inquiring glauce has shown Features, the contrast of its own. For other images might find Access to that distemper'd mind. The dark wa lashing 'gainst the shore, The wild cascade's eternal roar, What scorns, or what maintains control, Suits the stern habit of thy soul.
Where opez yon vista to disclose