"From the whole we may deduce the following conclusions: "1. The influence of the brain is not directly necessary to the ac tion of the heart. "2. When the brain is injured or removed, the action of the heart ceases, only because respiration is under its influence, and if under these circumstances respiration is artificially produced, the circulation will still continue. brain is cut off, the secretion of urine appears to cease, and no hea is generated; notwithstanding th functions of respiration and the circulation of the blood continue to be performed, and the usual changes in the appearance of the blood are produced in the lungs. "4. When the air respired is colder than the natural temperature of the animal, the effect of respiration is not to generate, but to di 3. When the influence of the minish animal heat." POETRY POETRY. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, [BY WALTER SCOTT, Esp.] INTRODUCTION. I. L IVES there a strain, whose sounds of mounting Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre, fire Who sung beleaguer'd Ilion's evil star? II. Yes! such a strain, with all o'er-powering measure, A Nation's choral hymn for HI. But we, weak minstrels of a laggard day, Timid and raptureless, can we repay The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age? IV. Ye IV. Ye mountains stern! within whose rugged breast And Cattracth's glens with voice of triumph rung, V. O! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say, When sweeping wild and sinking soft again, Like trumpet jubilee, or harp's wild sway; If ye can echo such triumphant lay, Then lead the note to bim has loved you long! Who pious gather'd each tradition grey, That floats your solitary wastes along, And with affection vain gave them new voice in song. VI. For not till now, how oft soe'er the task VII. Hark, from yon misty cairn their answer tost: Minstrel! the fame of whose romantic lyre, Capricious swelling now, may soon be lost, Like the light flickering of a cottage fire; If to such task presumptuous thou aspire, Seek not from us the meed to warrior due: Age after age has gather'd son to sire, Since our grey cliffs the din of conflict knew, VIII. ! Decayed our old traditionary lore, Save where the lingering fays renew their ring, Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring; That That now scarce win a listening ear but thine, Of feuds obscure, and border ravaging, And rugged deeds recount in rugged line, Of moonlight foray made on Teviot, Tweed, or Tyne. IX. "No! search romantic lands, where the near Sun Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame, Where the rude villager, his labour done, In verse spontaneous chants some favour'd name; Her eye of diamond, and her locks of jet; X. 'Explore those regions, where the flinty crest Or where the banners of more ruthless foes Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, From whose tall towers even now the patriot throws An anxious glance, to spy upon the plain The blended ranks of England, Portugal, and Spain. XI. There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark Still lightens in the sun-burnt native's eye; The stately port, slow step, and visage dark, Still mark enduring pride and constancy. And, if the glow of feudal chivalry Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride, Iberia! oft thy crestless peasantry Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side, Have seen, yet dauntless stood-'gainst fortune fought and died. XII. And cherished still by that unchanging race, Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine; Of strange tradition many a mystic trace, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign; Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine Go, seek such theme!'-The Mountain Spirit said : THE R THE VISION OF DON RODERICK, [In continuation from the same.] J. EARING their crests amid the cloudless skies, And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight, Toledo's holy towers and spires arise, As from a trembling lake of silver white; Of the broad burial-ground outstretched below, II. All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide, Or, distant heard, a courser's neigh or tramp; Which glimmer'd back, against the moon's fair lamp, And standards proudly pitch'd, and warders armed between. III. But of their Monarch's person keeping ward, Since last the deep-mouth'd bell of vespers toll'd, The chosen soldiers of the royal guard Their post beneath the proud Cathedral hold: A band unlike their Gothic sires of old, Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace, Bear slender darts, and casques bedeck'd with gold, While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Where ivory, quivers ring in the broad falchion's place. IV. In the light language of an idle court, They murmur'd at their master's long delay, And held his lengthen'd orisons in sport : What! will Don Roderick here till morning stay, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? ?' And wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last. V. But, |