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the Murrough of Wicklow. Some of the pebbles found here are very pretty, and susceptible of a high polish. I bought a handfull of them from a young girl, whose interesting appearance was to me a sufficient recommendation, but the stones appeared to be of no value. The peasants of this county are considered to be the handsomest in Ireland; perhaps they catch the reflection of nature, or perhaps the comparative comfort which they enjoy beyond the rest of their unhappy countrymen, gives their features an expression of happiness, and their cheeks a hue of health, without both of which, it is impossible to conceive the existence of beauty*

Being prevented by an unavoidable circumstance, from visiting Powerscourt, and Luggela, we proceeded immediately to Dublin, where we arrived in the evening. Nature never before exhibited herself to me, in a more sublime and lovely form than during this excursion, and I had the additional enjoyment of contemplating her, in the society of the very agreeable and obliging friends with whom I travelled. These are two luxuries, than which life can offer nothing better.

DELTA.

Here again we cannot help dissenting from the opinion of our ingenious contributor. Health and happiness, to be sure, are very great blessings, and respectable appendages of beauty, but constitute none of the elements that go to its formation; unless he is prepared to maintain that all beauty is nothing more than a graceful embodyiug of the spirit of “utility” in an appropriate form:- -or unless he has been pleased to forget all the other interesting varieties of the human shape and countenance,-though under the wasting visitation of disease and sorrow and dissolution,--still recognized as beautiful, and borrowing from the very ruin, with which their loveliness is wrestling, and from the very hand of decay which is busy in sapping it, some traits of more than mortal beauty-irradiations from Heaven swallowing up the darkness of the tomb to which they are hastening; soft shadows stealing and vanishing over the pale brow and hectic check-cast, as it were, by some angelic visitant, as he passes and repasses in his ministration about the couch of the dying. Verily our visionary mind has been used to descry and to worship other classes and other forms of beauty besides buxom, healthy and contented damsels ;-they form certis, a very comfortable species of bluff beauty; valuable as samples of individual happiness, and perhaps of virtue; valuable also as proofs of a thriving and well conditioned peasantry, than which spectacle nothing can be presented more gratifying to a patriotic bosom. They are very fine objects to look at-and are refreshing to a resident nobleman, to a lover of mankind, to a statistic surveyer, or to a political economist;-but it is really carrying the joke too far, when they are introduced as likely to assist the philosopher in his speculations on the theory of beauty."-ED.

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By day-by night, I watch'd these buds-
These warm ting'd emblems of our love.
Nor glare of noon, nor chill moon ray,

Me, from this dear lov'd shrine could move;
They said these watchings chang'd my cheek,
That night-dews wasted health's red streak.

Reck'd I of this ?—yet well I knew

My life's blood pass'd hot to the air :
This tree thy unperish'd heart glows through,
My heart in sighs exhaled too there,
And the Blood Rose's blush, methought,
Grew deeper every sigh it caught.

It sprang-it bloom'd, a thing of love :
The crimson buds grew fast, and bright,
As thoughts of tenderness that rise

In blushing crowds beneath love's light,—
Until one breath the heart pervades ;-
One deep tint spreads o'er all its shades.

And when this tree was blossom'd fair,

I cull'd the flowers-in freshness all; Like frail love thoughts, I could not bear To see them gradual fade and fall; They bloom'd-I gather'd them, oh, soon As we were sever'd, in love's noon.

But, oh, could we have ever ceas'd

Through time as fond, as true to prove?

I feel I feel, that I, at least

Could easier yield frail life, than love; These flowers that from my breast ne'er part, But wither'd o'er a with'ring heart!

They'e spent the sighs I used to heave,
They're dried-the tears I used to shed;
And calm, though faint, oh! do I grieve,
The grave shall soon be my still bed?
That these wild plaints, that rise in song
Shall die upon my lips ere long?—

JOSEPHINE ADA.

ROMANCE FROM THE VENETIAN.

On Brenta's tide the setting sun was beaming,
Far o'er the west its golden light was gleaming,
Like joy's bright ray on life's dark streamlet glowing,
Soon to recede and leave it sadly flowing.

Smooth rose the wave, its bosom gently swelling,

Soft blew the breeze, our gondolet impelling,

While thro' the air the lute's sweet notes came thrilling,
Each ling'ring pause some fairy echo filling.

Close by my side my true love was reclining,
In all the glow of youth and beauty shining,
Fondly I gaz'd upon my beauteous treasure,
Where ev'ry pulse beat time to notes of pleasure.
Where now are fled those joys so fondly cherish'd?
Vanish'd for aye, and even hope has perish'd,
Cold in the earth my own true-love is dwelling,
White my torn heart with wildest grief is swelling.

Here on the bank where waves the weeping willow,
Sadly I lie, her cold grave for my pillow;
Flow Breata, flow, roll on thy tide in gladness,
My broken heart can echo nought but sadness.
Still, silver moon, thy glorious rays be shining,
Bright on me here, beside my love reclining,
Shine gently on, I'll soon be free from sorrow,
Full well I feel, I ne'er shall see the morrow,

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OF BIRDS,

Migratory, or appearing and disappearing at certain seasons, with other observations on

THE BIRDS OF THIS COUNTRY.

Nothing in natural philosophy is better known than the departure and return of certain birds at particular seasons. The advantage of being able to convey themselves to great distances, with ease and expedition, by the power of flight, renders this rapid change of place easily accountable in the greatest number of these airy travellers. Our winter visitors are for the most part endowed with such force of wing, as diminishes the wonder we might else be disposed to feel, when we reflect upon the remoteness of their summer haunts, and the extent of ocean they must necessarily pass over. Those of the aquatic kind have indeed the advantage of being able to rest upon the water, and therefore can experience little danger or hardship from the length of the journey. Of many of these too, the flight is extremely rapid, as of the duck and widgeon kind, some of which fly with such extreme velocity, that even a ready fowler who expects their approach, finds it difficult to be prepared in time for bringing any of them down. I have found them pass one so quick, that before I had the gun to my shoulder, they were out of shot. A Woodcock also, when disposed so to do, is capable of great rapidity of flight, and the smaller migraters, such as Fieldfares and Whindles or Redwings appear capable of sustaining a long flight, though less rapid in degree. Snipes and Plover are known to breed here in bogs, moors, and mountains, but as the number of both kinds during the winter months, appears to exceed that of the homebred, it is probable that a great part of them are visitors. Plover, I am inclined to believe, sometimes quit us in the winter for more southern latitudes, for I once recollect to have seen them on this coast in prodigious numbers, at the commencement of a hard frost, a few days after which most of them disappeared, and it is certain that they could not have gone northwards. The great facility with which most birds, when once well on the wing, seem to move in the gaseous element of air, and the little appearance of fatigue they appear to undergo from the working of their wings, diminish our surprise at the journeys they are known to accomplish. To these we must add the velocity with which, when unopposed by high winds, they cut their way, not laboriously travelling like terrestrial travellers, now ascending hills, now descending, and always going indirectly towards their point, but instinctively directed to take the shortest line to the place of destination. That bird is a slow flyer indeed, which mounted high in the air, does not far outstrip the speed of the swiftest race horse; and when it is considered that the winged courier is capable of mantaining his speed for perhaps as many hours, as the other can minutes, we shall have an easy solution of what otherwise might appear an almost unsurmountable difficulty. By a calculation founded on these principles, we may easily reconcile to ourselves the great capability of the winged travellers to perform with ease, journeys of prodigious length, and cease to consider the migrations of birds as matters of extraordinary wonder. In fact, they are only so relatively, and by comparison with the tediousness

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