See Plate. THE barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were lovesick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As a stream from its native fount, that ne'er And feared no future winter's frost, And we, who look from the lattice pane On lengthening eves and budding trees,- As aniorous of their strokes. For her own per-To the heart of toil and the brow of care, son, It beggared all description: she did lie Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, THE VIOLET'S WELCOME. THE world hath a welcome yet for thee, Too far to find on our earth a track But still from her bright youth's memory comes It sounds in the song of the early bird, Through waking woods by the south winds stirred, When the steps of the coming Spring are heard; Through the clouds which time hath gathered there, From green haunts sought no more, We know thy home, where the waving fern With their blooms, which it seemed no blight could mar, The early shed and the scattered far! Gather them back, ye mighty years, To the broken reeds of this changeful clime, Alas! the violets may return, We bless thee for our childhood's sake,- FRANCES BROWN. 280 LOOK HOW MY BABY LAUGHS! BY MRS. EDWARD THOMAS. Ir is a lovely sight to see A vision I beheld like this, Her sweet employment a blush brought, Her gorgeous hair, with sportive grace, Oh! magic curls! Oh! Beauty's dower! Each mother feels,-and too, her boy. LET THE DEAD SLUMBER SOFTLY. LET the dead slumber softly, recall not a name But, oh! if their deeds were the sunshine of life, If they lived far apart from seduction and strife, If they charm'd the rude world, and sooth'd down its pain,— Oh, name them for ever, again and again! I love those who lend to their country a charm, Who can soothe every sorrow and ward off each harm, Who can guide through each fierce-rolling tempest that blows The weak bark of life that is loaded with woes! Then tell me of those who are offsprings of Fame, Who have left in our breasts their endearment and name; These charm'd the cold world and smooth'd down its pain, Oh, name them for ever, again and again! Oh, speak not of tyrants who ruled with the rod; Of oppression, that crush'd every flower where it trod; Of minions, who bent low the knee to the same, And made them more bold in their actions of shame! Such men are a curse to the earth we enjoy, So tell me of those who have charm'd all our pain Oh, name them for ever, again and again! THE BAPTISM AND THE BRIDAL. BY A DREAMER. 1. MYSTIC rites are thine, O Death, Baptism and the bridal wreath! Pale and wan, on weary bed, A dying maiden drooped her head. Her large eyes gleam with spectral light, The dizzy world swims through her sight! Her long dark tresses fall unbound In wavy coils the pillow round. Fitful flushes stain the skin And where her thin form lies unseen, Weeping friends are standing round, But manlier grief the father heldHis lips close-pent his tears repelled. "Fling the casement open wide, O mother dear," the maiden cried; "Let the glorious sunlight pour "And the breath of wind-kissed flowers, Thoughts will bring of childhood's hours "Sunny hours of meadow-playing, Streamlet plashing, forest-straying. "Ah! the change from life-full gladness, To this weary hour of sadness. "Lift me! closer yet behold me. Father! while thine arms enfold me, Scarce the sickness seems to hold me! "And, mine own true love! draw near, Whom I loved this many a year. Henry! wilt in time to come "Future years will come and go, Each will bring its joy and woe, "But the memory of the dead, Passes with the tears ye shed Vainly o'er the buried head; "And the grave once strewed with flowers, Rank weeds shows in after hours. "Dear! I loved with passion's dream, Till this lovely world did seem Steeped in heaven's own lustrous gleam; "And I deemed no vows of mine Worthy that deep love of thine, Which my being did enshrine. "Now a voice hath summoned me, And I go away from thee. "Death-dewed hours hope not to bear Rose wreaths, such as brides should wear!" Now the light of those dear lips Fades before a dense eclipse. Low and faint her broken tones Fainter yet her breath is given- And the dulled and glazing eye DEATH, the mighty lord, stood near, The thickened dew-beads on her brow, "Thus I vow thee mine," he cried, "Here the badge is certified. "Here in garments white as snow, I pledge thee at the fountain's flowMy baptism this cold sweat, I trow!" 11. Thrice the sun hath risen again, And that casket now doth hold Lift her gently, bear her slowly Forth to that sweet breathing earth Ah! her own loved birds are here, Long they sung their blithest lays; And her flowers-her little flowersHow they droop, these sultry hours! Dear ones, that she loved to cherish, Soon like her ye too will perish. Well she loved your beauteous dyes, Colored by the summer skies. Cross the meadows-bear her slowly To her sleep in churchyard holy. Now the greenwood paths are near, Soon the church-tower will appear. Hark! the distant fitful swell Now the hallowed ground they tread Virgins four-and-twenty bore And from rush-wove baskets strewed Pansies, love-cups, violets blue, Now within that sacred wall, On the trestles in the aisle Rest the coffin for awhile. Softly, gently lay her down; Slumber sweet that fears no breaking, See, the reverend priest doth stand With prayer-book open in his hand. Tears flow down his furrowed cheek, While the holy man doth speak In prayer to God-the heart's appealing Thankful blessings also given "Dust to dust," that solemn wordHow the beating heart is stirred While dust is on the coffin poured! DEATH, the mighty lord, stood near, With sparkling eyes fixed on the bier. "Maiden mine, my youthful bride! Here our troth is ratified. "Priestly blessing nought may sever; Marriage vows stand fast for ever. "To fond embrace I welcome thee, Our bridal-bed the grave shall be, Where thou shalt slumber noiselessly!” A SPRING CAROL. THE spring's free sunshine falleth From sadness unto bliss; That fills my heart and brain The light that childhood wore; Till thought, and hope, and feeling, Grow earnest as of yore! Though youth has faded from me, Is now more freely given To the blossoms of the sod, So the trees, whose leafy branches Are whispering of God. The young green lime bends o'er me, Its way from flower to flower, The lilac's scented cones With the wild-bees' drowsy tones. The oaks, moss-grown and aged, Clings round the tufts of green; As if winter had not been! Through sunshine and through shade, And wooded hills enfolding This lovely forest glade. I turn, and see the fruit-trees With blossoms pink and white, Their shadowy branches wave, Like plume-crown'd pillows standing Round a mighty monarch's grave. Less sorrowful than stately Those dark unbending trees In this season of life's triumph Man's spirit hath a share, It can see the grave unclosing, Yet feel all ends not there. It smiles to see the conquest Of beauty o'er decay, With the merry lark up-soaring It greets the dawning day. Not vainly by such gladness The poet's heart is stirred, These sights and sounds not vainly By him are seen and heard. All fears that crowded o'er him, Like clouds asunder roll, Spring's hope and joyful promise Sink deep into his soul. SCIENCE AND ART. COLOSSAL STATUES OF THE APOSTLES FOR | stitute for the natural arm hitherto made.-Athe THE ISAAC'S CHURCH, ST. PETERSBURGH.-The naum. sculptor, Vitali, has just completed models of the twelve colossal statues of the Apostles; to be EDUCATION IN RUSSIA.-A letter from St. Peterscast in bronze, and placed over the great gate of burgh, of the 11th instant, states that an order has the Isaac's Church in St. Petersburgh. The ped-just been issued, regulating the education of woiment has been already ornamented by bas-reliefs from the same hand; and the Government having made the frescoes and mosaics which are to decorate this greatest of the Christian temples of the East the subjects of public competition, the cartoons of the candidates are now exhibiting in the halls of the Academy of Fine Arts, in that city.-Athenæum. men in Russia. The Emperor, in accord with the Empress, has determined to submit their mental culture to the jurisdiction of a central board of directors, divided into three sectionsfor St. Petersburgh, for Moscow, and for the provinces respectively. Prince Peter, of Oldenburg, is appointed President of the Board.-Ath. MAGNIFICENT CARPET.-The Revue de Paris speaks of an immense and magnificent carpet for the Great Hall of the Ambassadors at Versailles, which has just issued from the Royal manufactory of the Gobelins. This work, which was commenced in 1783, has a border composed of garlands of flowers and arabesques of consummate execution; and at its corners are four large boquets of roses, after water-color drawings, executed by Madame Elizabeth, the sister of Louis XVI., including every species of rose known in France towards the close of the eighteenth century.Athenæum. ARTIFICIAL ARM.-M. Magendie read a report before the Paris Academy of Sciences, on an artificial arm, the invention of M. Van Petersen. The report was favorable. The members of the committee state that they had seen the apparatus tried on five mutilated persons, and that it answered in every case admirably. One was an invalid, who, in the wars of the Empire, lost both arms, retaining only the mere stumps. With the aid of two of these artificial arms, he was able to perform many of the functions which had hitherto been performed for him. In presence of the committee he raised, with one of the artificial hands, a full glass to his mouth, drank its contents without spilling a drop, and then replaced the glass on the table from which he had taken it. He also picked up a pin, a sheet of paper, &c. These facts are conclusive as to the mechanical skill evinced by M. Van Petersen, and which is particularly shown in the lightness of his apparatus, each arm and hand with all its articulations, weighing less than a pound. The mode in which the motion is imparted to the articulations of the apparatus is ingenious. A sort of stays is fixed round the breast of the person, and from these are cords made of catgut which act upon the articulations, according to the motion given to the natural stump. The report ends by stating that the invention is superior to any sub- | land.-Lit. Gaz. 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