my brother and myself felt tired of and disgusted with our occupation, so, respecting the hospitality of England, we separated from our companions, and strove by leading honest lives to atone for our past offences. My brother managed to obtain a situation in a mercantile house, where by slow degrees he at length made a sufficient fortune to enable us to return to our native mountains. For the last few years we have been living at Lucerne, where, by spending our time and money amongst the poor, we have endeavoured to atone, as far as we can, for the misdeeds of the past. Thus ended this remarkable confession, which it is needless to add, I read with great attention and no little excitement and surprise. We soon found our way to Agatha Snow's house; she was still in many respects the Agatha of former days, a strange mixture of good and evil, though now the good prevailed, as formerly the bad had prevailed. As in her confession, so in her conversation, she could hardly at times abstain from laughing at the ludicrous points of the Ghost story. Still I believe, judging from her general demeanour as well as from the charity with which she gave to the poor, that she was truly repentant; and, when at length she died, respected by the rich and lamented by the poor, I felt confident that her end was peace. AMYNTAS. MATHEMATICS, A SATIRE. [The following effusion is supposed to be due to a man who suffered much and long from want of appreciation on the part of Examiners. The Tripos-list (in which, instead of being a wrangler, he was but a few places from the bottom) drove him to desperation, and these lines, which were left behind in his rooms, are the consequence. The Editor has struck out several allusions to private tutors, which seemed to partake of a personal nature.] WHEN the Chaldæan shepherds watched by night, A mighty science was to men displayed. As silently of old its votaries sat, And gathered in its laws-great truths, whereat But now-great Science hear my truthful lay!-- Of old, how eager was the thirsty mind Now by the mystic (-1) No more shall fearful looking volumes stun; Yet still with olden fame we can compare, The glorious science lives, to flourish still! But if the fox beneath your censure smart, Had Galileo's mind remained content, And had it on results like ours been bent, Those mild results which now our thirst assuage, In Mathematics' crown octavo age; No inquisition, meddlesome or mad, Would ere have deemed his calculations bad; Save haply when analysis had shown That half a man 66 can dig a ditch alone." *There is supposed to be some allusion to determinants here. Here then our comfort; if we aim not high, The rash intruding spirit we disown, That dares to guess at suns and worlds unknown; In humbler guise we are content to plod, And talk of fleas and spiders on a rod! But hold my muse; nor venture on the ground Where all the asymptotes in limbo lie. May the day come, when men of stronger thought F. H. D. + ΜΕΓΑ ΒΙΒΛΙΟΝ, ΜΕΓΑ ΚΑΚΟΝ. "Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more." TENNYSON. IN N one of those noble libraries which are the pride and ornament of the modern capitals of civilization, there stood, amid throngs of frivolous loungers, two more thoughtful occupants. The one a youth, with intellectual forehead, bright hopeful eyes, and glowing cheek; the other a grayhaired man, whose pale and furrowed brow told of long years of patient study and research. "Ah!" cried the first, as he glanced around at shelf upon shelf, chamber upon chamber, richly stored with the trophies of learning and genius, "what a field here lies before me! many years of life still await me, how gloriously shall they be spent! how I burn to traverse these regions of thought, to know and feel what the wisest and wittiest of mankind have discovered, invented, or imagined; to study, estimate, compare, all the great philosophers, historians, and poets; and in such company, associating with such princely intellects, to myself become wise and great!" The other heard him not, but as he glanced around, his mind too was moved to meditation. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "how my estimate of this vast collection has altered since first I saw it! what a mass of rubbish I now see around me! what exploded error, garbled truth, facts belied, falsehoods invented, absurd pretension, intellectual quackery! Palimpsests-where lying monkish legends have smothered beyond the chemist's reach the utterances of more honest minds! Commentators-wresting from their text ideas the author never dreamed of! Editorsdegrading some estimable name into a mere pedestal whereon to display their own ignorance and conceit! Truths, thinly |