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I)r. FrntiLlin. — While at the court of Fiance, this practh .1 philosopher showed himself to he a littl* of the courtier. Iking1 one day in the gar* dens of Versailles, shew ing the Queen some elec ti cal expei imenk,she* a.-ked him, in a fit of raillery, :t he did i.«*t dr< ail the fate of Prometheus, who was so so\(ii!; served tor stealing fire fiom lira* \in'' “ Yes, pleu .e ) our M.jesn (irphcd Frank hn, with great gallantn '> if I did not be hold a pair of eyes this moment, \\ hieh liu\e stolen infinitely moir tire f o:n Jove tl.an ever I did, pass unpunish ed. tin nigh they do more mischief in a week than 1 have done* in al! m\ experiments.” POETRY TALES OF THE HAKEM. fly Mrs PickerpgUl. This is a volume g! sweet poetry, full of fancy sml ol melody : ami its gentle music, as well as the kind ami an.iahle ferl.ng to be found in everv page, is truly w oi toy to (low either from lip or pen of the sei I he ‘ Talcs ot the Ilarem ’ are linked toge ther much in the same way as those of * [.alia Kookli,’ or rather as the same author’s recent pro duction, • Evenings in Greece;’ the ground-work of the book (if we may so express ourselves) contain ing the diversions of the captives of a Moslem Ha rem during the absence of its lord. Mrs. Piekers gill's ear appears to be good, and her taste correct. One docs nut expect in taking up such a volume, to meet w ith the higher moods of verse* no such thing is aimed at; its very name invites the mind to relaxation. The authoress, io her brief preface, states this to be her first publication, and experimental one. * It is submitted,’ she says, ‘with considerable diffi dence. ’ A small portion of that admirable quality, we think, might suffice to accompany such verses as the following: , Fair was the eve, the sun’s last beam Shone gently on the dark blue stream, Mingling his tender streaks of rt d With the pure lay s the pale moon shed. Ne’er save beneath an eastern sky Is seen so fair, so sweet an hour, When Nature's self rests silently. In soft repose, on shrub and (lower; Nought broke that lovely stillness, s.,ve The distant splashing ol the wave, When the light bal k, with dripping oar, Darted to reach the distant shore,—■ Or music's thrilling notes, that fell On the cool breeze and w oke a spell, So heavenly, that the listening car, Had thought some wandering spirit near. Perchance the sweet Sitara’s chords Were struck by one who frit the pain That iu ver could be told by w ords, Hut floated sweetly in that strain. None ever vie w ed a scene so fair As those w ho haply lingered there, And saw the horizon’s vivid glow, The mountain’s summit clad in snow; And where the broad leaved plantain shone Near the slight palm-tree’s fan-hke crow r, The banian’s hospitable shade Hy reproductive branches madr, I ending its kindly shelter still, From noontide heat or midnight chill; droves wherevthe feathery cocoa grew, Glittering with eve’s ow n lucid dew. A thousand birds on sportive wing Made vocal every bending sptaj ; With varied notes they seemed to sing Soft vespers to the parting day: The pale moon there her crescent hung, And o’er the waves a splendour flung, More mild and lovely than the beam The mid-day sun flings on tlie stream. [ London AVit* Monthly Magazine. T il K PENITENT'S OFFERING.* (»Y MRS. HKMAftS.) Thou, that with pallid cheek, And <}cs in sadness meek, And faded locks that humbly swept the ground, from thy long wanderings won, He fore the ali-hraling Son, Didst bow thee to the earth, oh lost and found ! Wh< n thou would’st bathe his feet, W itli odours richlv sweet, And many a shower of woman’s burning tear9, And dry them with that hair, Brought low the dust to wear, From the crowned beauty of its festal yearn. Did lie reject thee then, While the sharp scorn of men On thy once bright and stately head was cast 'f No, from the Saviour’s mein, A solemn light serene, Bore to thy soul the peace of God at last ! I'or tl.ee, tlieir smiles no more Familiar laces wore; Voices, once kind, had learned the stranger’s tone. Who raised thee up, and hound Thy silent spirit’s wound > lie, from all guilt the stainles0, He alone ! Hut which, oh erring child ! From home so long beguiled, Which of thine olierings won those words of Heaven, That o’er the bruised reed Condemned of earth to bleed, In music passed, “ Thy sins are all forgiven !” Was it that perfume fraught \\ itli balm and incense brought From the sweet akJj of Aral)) the blest ? Or that last mnving rain Of tears, winch not in vain To Him who scorned not tears, thy woes confessed? No, not by truss restored Unto thy Father’s board, i Thy peace, that kindled joy in Heaven, was made ; Hut costlier in his eyes, Ily that best sacrifice, Thy heart, thy full deep heart, before Him laid. "St. Luke, chap. vii. ver. 3” and 33. | LINES I1Y BISHOP HEBEK AT A FUNERAL. Beneath our feet, and o’er our head, Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven 1 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the day ; And ere another day is gone, Ourselves may be as they. Death rides on every passing breeze, lie lurks in every flower ; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour ! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth’s soft cheek decay, And Fate descend in sudden night On manhood’s middle day. Our ey es have seen the step of age Malt feebly t’wards the tomb, And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dream of days to come ? Turn mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; Where’er thy foot can tread, The earth rings hollow from below, And warns thee of her de»d 1 1 urn ( linstimi, turn ! tin soul apply To truths divinely given ; 1 lie bones that underneath thee he Shall live for Hell or Heaven ! Mary Ann Browne, a young lack, said tn be only fifteen years of age, is the writer'of Mont Mane, and tinker Poems. The following hues are beau.i till, upd if the author be indeed no older than she is represented, much may be expected from the maturity of a genius which affords m childhood Mich “ buds of promise.”— [.V E. Gulaxy. “ WATCH AM) PRAY.” Saw ye where the Saviour kept H atcli, while 11 ;s disciples slept 1 Did ye hear that Saviour speak, \t liile tiie sweat bedewed his cheek ? Did v e listtn to the Lord. And receive his hallowed word f Heard ye your Redeemer say I o his followers, “ Watch and pray !f’ Not to them alone that call— It was given alike for all : All in pleasure, all in pain— They that serve, and they that reign , All alike are mortal dust — Vain is every earthly trust, None can see how soon they may Be as nothing—“ Watch and pray !” Kiel] men, in your palaces, Where ye live in plenteous ease, Glorying in your golden store, Know ye not 'twill soon be o’er ! Have none told ye what must be, That so careless still are ye } Hear it now—the voice obey : Ye are mortal !—“ Watch and pray !” Maiden in thy beauty’s pride, With life’s bitterness untried, Know’st thou, though in life’s young bloom 1 hou may’st perish in the tomb ? There the fairest flowers must wither— Thou, like them, art hastening thither ; Beauty soon will pass away— Uh ! whilst lovely, “ Watch and pray !” Peasant, in thy lowly cot, Murmuring at thy humble lot, V\ bile thy children round thee strive, Asking bread thou can’st not give,— Wait with patience on the Lord ; He will not forget his word ; Dark temptations strew thy W3y— ’Gainst their power “ Watch and pray I” F.arthly wealth will not endure ; None ’gainst Time can be secure; Rich and poor, and king and slave, All must moulder in the grave ! But a day of wrath shall come— All again must quit the tomb. See, it cometh ! Blest be they, Who, while here, will “ Watch and pray >*■> THE REQUIEM. BV EDMUSD TIF.ADE. Hark ! through twilight cloisters stealing Eaint the sounds of music roll : ’Tis the solemn requiem pealing, Hreathed for a departed soul. Distant now the voices blending, Through the dim aisles floating, Like incense (o Heaven ascending, Rearing soul and sense away ! Now the notes on frailtv dwelling, Low and trembling are preferred Now in faith and triumph swelling, High, as if their God had heard. Now again they die—bereaving Hope of dreams round which twined? Gone are love’s wild visions, leaving Tears, and weight of earth behind.