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"It is the gift of POETRY to hallow every place in which it moves, to
breathe round nature an odour more exquisite than the perfumes of Uie aud to sited rose, it a tint magical than tlm blush of morning." From the American Manufacturer. TO A STAR. Wonderful, yet familiar! fadeless gem, Set by the band of angels, in the arch Of the eternal heaven! how beautiful Thy soff light resteth on the unquiet sea, That gathereth up its waves, as if the winds Of yesterday were prisoned in its depths, And struggling to be free! The hazy clouds, Pale relics of the recent storm, have drawn Their thin, grey shadows out upon the sky, And curtained in its beauty. Thou alone Looke9t upon the darkness. The great wave That cometh upward to the guarded shore, With its eternal thunder, hath Thy solitary beam, yet pauses not In its mad turbulence. So have I seen The light woman's love, poured out upon The darkness of man's soul, yet hushing not The tempest of its passions—a blest beam Crossing the troubled surges of the mind, Like moonlight glimpsing on a sky of storm. Sole watcher of the heavens! I have not learned Chaldea's mystic faith, yet thou dost eeem The emblem of a solitary heart, Companionless like mine. No kindred star Hath gladness in thy presence; and thy light Falleth upon the waters, like the love Of a young heart upon the hollow world, Unanswered, unregarded. received Fi the Boston Daily Advertiser. SONG. Eily O'Conner to Hardresb Cregan. (Suggested by a passage in * The Collegians .') Fare thee well! I'll not upbraid thee With thy broken vow— Though thy fatal love betrayed me, 'Tis forgiven now, Though the bitter tear is starting. Memory bids it flow— Not for present grief at parting. But for * long ago.* For the hours of blissful meeting 'Neath the aged tree. When thy sternest mode of greeting Was a kiss for me, For the hours of young affection, When a glance would say More than should escape detection— More than words betray. Husband! is the red lip paler? Is the blue eye dim ? Doth poor Eily's bright cheek fail her?— Still her heart's with him, Him, who first that pale lip tasted In its youthful bloom; Him, for whom that cheek hath wasted To a timeless gloom. Thou hast lov'd the simple beauty Of a desert flower, Which, forgetful of its duty, Left its homely bower; For a time that beauty flourish'd, Id thy sunny eye— But, withdrawn the light that nourish'd, It must pine and die. Fare thee well! I'll not upbraid thee With thy broken vow— Though thy fatal love betrayed me, 'Ti« forgiven now. Though the bitter tear is starting, Memory bids its flow— Not for present grief at parting, But for * long ago.' -S»« LINES WHITTEN BY THE SEA SIDE. One evening as the sun went down, Gilding .he mountains bare and brown, I wandered on the shore; And such a blaze o'er ocean spread, •v And beauty on the meek earth shed, I never saw before. ; J * ! I was not lenely—dwellings fair Were scatter'd round and ahioing there;-« were on the green, wild in tameless glee, And parents that could child-like be With them and in that scene. And on the sea, that look'd of gold. Each toy-like skiff and vessel bold Glided, and yet seem'd still; While sounds rose in the quiet air, That, mingling, made sweet music there. Surpassing minstrel's skill : The breezy murmur from the shore— Joy's laugh re-echoed o'er and o'er Alike by sire and child;—* The whistle shrill—the broken song— The far off flute notes lingering long— The lark's strain, rich and wild. I look'd— I listened and the spell Of music and of beauty fell So radiant on my heart, That scarcely durst I real deem Wbat yet I would not own a dream, Lest, dream-like, it depart! 'Twas sunset in the world around— And looking inwards, so I found 'Twas sunset in the soul; Nor grief, nor mirth, was burning there. But musings sweet and visions fair In placid beauty stole. But moods like those, the human mind, Tho' seeking oft, may seldom find, Nor, finding, force to stay— As dews upon tÿe drooping flower. That having shown their little hour, Dry up—or fall away. But though all pleasures take their flight, Yet some will leave memorials bright, For many an after year; This sunsoi, that, dull night will shade— These visions, which must quickly fade— Will half-immortal memory braid For mo when far from hero! Gay groups ' children w or to rose, 1 ' •:o: Cruelty to brutes .—Nothing quickens my blood from to zenith, like seeing a man abuse his beast, not adequately severe. It betravs more moral depravity than to purloin. I would rather see man smiting his fellow-man, because the injured can retaliate, and has the civil law to avenge him. But an enduring beast, merely because he has not muscle enough to force a double lading, and totters, and sinks under his burden—to be insulted across the crown with the leaded haft of his master's weapon, or a billet of birch —it is rending to the nerves Examples one or two of these savages. Pinion them up in public, and flagellate their skins with a severity proportionate to their natures. This might teach them animal sympathy. Even this were clemency; 9ince they maim the noble brute for not ; doing what he strives, hut is not able to do; and they would J he punished for doing cruelties, which Deity, and the laws, * and humanity, enjoin them not to do. zero The laws are should be made of ! Company .—As the slightest touch will defile a clean garment, which is not to be cleaned again without a great deal of trouble ; so the conversation of the wick ed and debauched, will, in a very short time, defile the mind of an innocent person, in a manner that will give him great trouble to recover his former purity. You may, therefore, more safely enter into company with a person infected with the plague, than with a vicious man ; for the worst consequences of the first is death, but of the last, the hazard of a worse destruction.— For vicious people generally have a peculiar ambition to draw in the innocent to their party ; and many of them are furnished with artifices and allurements but too effectual for ensnaring.— Burgh. ■ :o: A Scotch Recruit _" Shoulder arma'" exclaimed the cap tain, in a voice intended to resemble thunder; but the execu tion of the order was any thing but simultaneous; and one man, it was observed, was still "standing at ease." Upon being challenged by the captain, and asked why he had " shouldered" along with the rest, " What the deil's a' the haste, (quoth he) canna ye wait till a body tak' a snuff?" Speaking Aside .—A diffident lover going to the Town Clerk to request him to publish the banns of matrimony, found him at work alone in the middle of a *cn acre lot and asked him to step aside a moment, as he had something particular for his private ear! not Ingenious Apologist .—One day that I was quartered at a farm house, along with some of our German Dragoons, the owner came to me to complain thaï the soldier« had been killing hit fowls, and pointed out one man in particular as the priacipal offender The fact being brought home to the dra. goon, he excused himself by saying—" One schicken come frighten my horse, and I give him one kick, and he die, "Oh, but," said I, "the person contends that you killed " " Oh, yes, dat schickens moder iee me kick dat schicken, so she come fly in my face, and l give her one kick, and she die too." more than one fowl. One of our Adventure*. —Will you/ piease to let dowu the carriage window ," said Alice, smilingly—"see! whitt beautiful rain-bow arches above us; it will not rain anymore." " Most willingly; 1 ' I replied, and as the glass slid down,* gush of wind from the magnolia, filled the carriage with its fragrance. A thunder gust had just passed over, and the dark drapery of heaven, bordered with gold and purple, hung gracefully in the west, while the arch of peace bound the orient with its glory. The rich foliage, feathering up in heaps from detach, ed forest-clumps, contrasting their dark green mantles, with the bright, sunny robes of the weeping willow, os it trailed along the herbage, all of them wet with rain, and dripping profusely in the sunshine; a river, that moved silently through a natural arcade of elm-trees, dimpling as it flowed* from the incessant drops of tho branches; together with the coolness of the air, and the fragrance of a thousand flowers, present ed a banquet pure enough for the most celestial appetite. At this moment, the carriage stopped at a small tavern, to water the horseB; and while the driver was engaged at the well, we were entertaining ourselves with the aspect of a small cottage-looking house, which stood next to un, almost smothered by rose.« and honcy-sucklo. "What a charming spot," said the enthusiastic Alice, " I wonder w ho inhabit* it; surely the genius of such a place, must be as beautiful an it* own Eden. It is probable some young cottage girl's abode, who watches the expiring lamp of nu old father, and who» hours of pastime for a glimpse of her through that lattice, circled so irregular ly by the prodigal multa-flora! Will you be so obliging, sir," she continued, her eyes rooted to the spot, " as to pluck for me, one of those elegant roses?" As there was no other gentleman in the carriage but my self, the privilege of assisting the fair Alice belonged to me; so ordering the steps to be let down, I hastened to the dwel ling place of the sweet Arcadian. It was some time before I could fix on a bunch of roses to satisfy me;—as in a library of rare works, we wander from one to another without the power of selecting. At length I found some, clustering to gether with peculiar beauty, and resolved to pluck them,— but just as the wet stem was shaking the rain drops on my bosom, the lattice opened with a slam, and a parchment fare, uglier than one of Macbeth's witches, bacon-necked and writhed, screamed in my ear. " Get out! you rotten old rascal; if you stick your no?e into my premises, you had better encounter a stiimpod-tail bull in fly-time"—and down went the window, like thunder. I hurried back to the carriage. The ladies were dying with laughter, and Alice was snuffing sal-volatile, in hysterics. Emerald. devoted to these shadowy beauties. Oh St. Paul's Cathedral — Pittsburgh. —The corner stone of this edifice, which is to be erected on Grant s Hill, was laid on the 24th June by the Rev Charles Ik Maguire, the respected pastor of St. Patrick's church, in this city, under the superintendance of John Behan, Esq. civil engineer afid architect. It is to be in the purest style of perpendicular florid gothic architecture. The body of the building will be two stories high, 157 feet long, 65 feet wide, and 52 feet high to the top of the embattled parapet—having twenty-six buttresses surrounding it, sixty feet high each mounted with ped iment pinnacles, having crocketed spires. The front, or belfry tower is to be three stories high, and twenty four feet square, and 106 feet to the top of the em battled parapet, supported by four buttresses», with fly ing terminals, each surmounted with crocketed spired pinnacles. There is to be a presbytery at the rear, 33 feet long, which will be ornamented with an empan elled parapet, buttresses, spires, &c. The spire over the belfry tower is to rise sixty feet above the parapet. It will be ornamented with a double cross, three deco rated tiam zones, and the whole surface laid off in ran ges of vertical pannels, with trefoil terminations to each, the ribs of which will be covered with burnished an ♦he pannels with flat gold. The interior of the Cat * edral will be arranged with one grand central aisle* c*nd two side aisles, each having pannelled groined cei • with pendant drops, and surrounded by a galley There will be one grand and two lesser altars. The other arrangements comprise choir rooms, a sacristy, a confessional, a presb) er)» two vestibules and four stair cases. Pittsburgh Mercury . tngs, 2TC feet in length.