O'er its rough bed in lulling murmurs flow,
Or through the breezy sedge meandering slow.
And now in waves, impelling soft, it roves
Through sunny banks, or deep involving groves;
From sister streams receives enriching aid,
And wonders at the progress it has made.
Now tufty isles the doubtful stream divide,
The sacred haunts of Cygnus' plamy pride:
O'er the clear crystal hangs the woody scene,
The weeping Willow, or bright Evergreen.
The trembling branches, all inverted, seem
To point to other skies below the stream.
The Sun reflected gilds the illusive deep,
Or shadowing winds the mantling surface sweep.
Here thickening grass invites the mower's scythe,
The busy groups of men and maidens blithe;
Here the shorn meadow brightens to the eye;
The scattered herds lie ruminating nigh:
Each rising charm the bounteous stream bestows,
The grass that thickens, and the flower that blows.
And while the vale the humid wealth imbibes,
The fostering wave sustains the finny tribes;
The Carp, with golden scales, in wanton play;
The Trout, in crimsonspeckled glory gay;
The redfinned Roach, the silvercoated Eel;

The Pike, whose haunt the twisted roots conceal;

The healing Tench, the Gudgeon, Pearch, and Bream,
And all the sportive natives of the stream.

The vigorous stream now drives the busy mill,
And now disdains the little name of rill :
The clustering cots adorn its flowery sides,
Where blest Content, with rosy Health, abides;
Or here the villa's simple charms invite,
Where rural ease and elegance unite.
There, gaudy Art her cumberous pomp displays,
Where gay Caprice bedecks the verdant maze;
The palace, column, temple, statue, rears,
While Nature fashionably drest appears;
And now the bridge, by busy mortals trod,
High overarches the ambitious flood:
Now crowded cities, lofty turrets rise,

And smoking columns mingle with the skies:
Where the rash Nymphs their limbs exulting lave;
Where oars innumerous beat the astonished wave,
On the proud surface swells the impatient sail,
And gladdened coasts the welcome streamers hail.
Expanding still the roughening waters glide,
In haste to mingle with the briny tide;*
Till sealike grown, they now disdain all bound,
And, rushing to the deep, resistless pour around.

An idea from Ariosto evidently :

Ove nei falsi flutti

Il bel Tamigi amareggiando intoppa.

COELUM.We subjoin the following Table of the greatest and least height of the Barometer in each Month for Ten Years, with the attendant Winds, from the "Climate of London : "—

Note.-The mark⚫ denotes the greatest elevation of the year, and the mark the greatest depression. See December 15 and 16.

Tomorrow being the first of September, when shooting commences, the following descriptive song by Burns, written in the end of August, may not be unacceptable to our

readers, as it well expresses the habits of the different

feathered game :—

Song, composed in August.

Tune, "I had a horse, I had nae mair."
Now westling winds and slaughtering guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;
The Moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather:

Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer;

And the Moon shines bright, when I rove at night,
To muse upon my charmer.

The Partridge loves the fruitful fells;
The Plover loves the mountains;
The Woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
The soaring Hern the fountains:
Through lofty groves the Cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The Hazel bush o'erhangs the Thrush,
The spreading Thorn the Linnet.

Thus every kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender;

Some social join, and leagues combine;
Some solitary wander:

Avaunt, away! the cruel sway,

Tyrannic man's dominion;

The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry,
The fluttering, gory pinion!

But Peggy dear, the evening's clear,
Thick flies the skimming Swallow;
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading green and yellow:
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of nature;
The rustling Corn, the fruited Thorn,
And every happy creature.

We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till silent Moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly press 't,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal showers to budding flowers,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!

For now

September comes to cheer the fowler's heart,
And raise his anxious hopes; day after day
He makes the fruitful country change around
With eager eye.

SEPTEMBER. HERBSTMONAT. POMOSUS.

September 1. St. Giles Abbot. SS. Twelve Brothers Martyrs. St. Lupus Confessor. St. Firmius Bp. and Confessor.

Orises at v. 13'. and sets at VI. 47'.

St. Giles or Aegidius was a native of Athens, and visited France in the year 715, where he remained two years with Caesarius Bishop of Arles. He afterwards lived in retirement as a hermit, until the King of France built a monastery on the site of his hermitage, and made him an abbot. Many and extravagant are the accounts given of him by early writers. St. Giles is esteemed the patron of cripples, from his refusing to be cured of an accidental lameness, that he might be enabled to mortify himself more completely. St. Giles's Cripplegate is dedicated to this saint, and before the Conquest this neighbourhood was a rendezvous for cripples and beggars, who were accustomed to solicit charity at this entrance of the city. St. Giles died at the advanced age of eighty years, and was buried in his own abbey.

CHRONOLOGY.

Vulcani tutela hic mensis. - Rom. Cal.

According to Julius Africanus," says Gibbon," the world was created on the first of September-an opinion almost too foolish to be recorded."

Louis XIV. of France died in 1715, aged 77.

The planet Juno discovered by Mr. Harding of Lilienthal, near Bremen, in 1804.

On this day in 1811, about four o'clock in the morning, we first discovered the brilliant Comet which was visible all that Autumn. See September 12.

COELUM. We may expect very pleasant weather during this month. For whether the Summer have been cold, warm, or showery, September, in all latitudes laying between 45° and 55° N. produces, on an average, the finest and pleasantest weather of the year: as we get farther south the pleasant temperature is found in October, and more northward than 55o the chills of Autumn are already arrived, and we must look for temperature to August.

DIANA. The destruction of the Partridge begins today

by Act of Parliament, persons not being allowed to shoot before. We shall here give place to the following letter:

"To MM. the Editors, &c.

:

"This is a great day among sportsmen, as Partridge shooting commences by Act of Parliament. Such regulations being part of a system of privilege called Game Laws, the remnants of Gothic and feudal barbarity, by which, in order to protect sport for the idle country squire and shooting parson, the poor husbandman, whose crops are devoured by birds, is prevented from ensnaring them for food. Poachers are, however, usually pretty active; and we hear almost as many reports of guns by night as by day in some parts of the country. We by no means mean to encourage poachers, as every breach of law is wrong; but considerable allowance must always be made for farmers who kill game, considering the injury they sustain."-Justitia Aequalis.

The following memorandum from the portfolio of a man of letters, and communicated to the Editors, may amuse some of our readers, and be of use to others :

"On the Abuse of Power. The system of personal oppression upheld in the country, and sheltered under the protection of the Game Laws, has sometimes extended itself to the following act of injustice :-Lords of Manors, in order more effectually to prevent poaching, have sometimes threatened their poor tenants with punishment for keeping what are called game dogs, that is Lurchers, Greyhounds, and Terriers. We believe, however, that any person may keep any sort of dog, provided he does not use him for unlawful purposes, and that this abuse of authority is more illegal than the practice it is intended to prevent. We do not mean hereby, unjust and wicked as the spirit of the Game Laws may be, to encourage persons to break them or any other part of our code, but to caution the higher classes of society in the country against an abuse of power founded on falsehood, which must render them contemptible in the eyes of the peasantry, who are not now the ignorant sort of people they used to be before the system of education was extended to them."

From a Poem called " Fowling."

Near yonder hedgerow, where high grass and ferns
The secret hollow shade, my Pointers stand.
How beautiful they look! with outstretched tails,
With heads immoveable and eyes fast fixed,
One foreleg raised and bent, the other firm,
Advancing forward, presses on the ground!