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periods of European history. The downfall of the Greek “ This progress in the various departments of hu. Empire contributed greatly to the progress of the Belles man learning gave the name of the Intellectual Age to Lettres and the Fine Arts in the rest of Europe. The the epoch of which we now speak. This title it might majority of the Grecian literati, to escape the barbarity have justly claimed, had noc those pretended philosoof the Turks, fled into Italy, where, under the protec- phers, who sprouted up in the eighteenth century, under tion of the celebrated Medici family at Florence, and in pretext of infusing general knowledge among all classes conjunction with such men as Petrarch, Boccaccio. Are- of people, perverted the public mind, by preaching doctino, Guarini, and others, they established academies trines which became the root of those calamities that for and schools all over the country. It was now, too, that thirty years distracted all Europe. The object of these the great Continent of America was discovered; as well persons was to annihilate religion, the basis of all moas the route to India and the East, round the continent rality, and to propagate, among the disciples of Atheof Africa. It was now, besides, that Pope Leo X, and ism, tenets subversive, not only of political govern. the Church itself, were made to tremble, under the se- ment, and the legitimate power of kings, but of the vere, but just, exposures of Martin Luther, Ulric Zuin- rights and happiness of the people.” gle, and John Calvin. The flame spread over all Eu- In England, Hobbes, Bolingbroke, Shaftesbury, Col. rope, and for many years religious wars continued to be lins, Tindal, and others, tvok the lead in this new cawaged in every corner. of these, probably the most reer; and they were supported in France by Voltaire, conspicuous is that known by the name of the Thiry D'Alembert, Diderot, Helvetius, Barons Holbach and Years' War. The most powerful monarchs in the six- Montesquieu. In Germany also the secret order of the teenth century were Charles V., Francis I., Henry VIII., Illuminati came into existence. The leading political and Soliman the Great.

events were, the foundation of the British Empire in The seventh period reaches from the year 1648 to India,—the sudden aggrandisement of Russia, since the 1713_from the peace of Westphalia to that of Utrecht. time of Peter the Great, which changed the political At the commencement of this period, France is found system of the north,—the revolutions in the Island of exercising a very formidable influence in the affairs of Corsica, which, more or less, affected all Europe,—the Europe. It was her two great statesmen, Cardinals brilliant successes of Catherine of Russia, especially Richelieu and Mazarin, who first concentrated the reins over the Turks, and the revolution in North America, of authority in her hands, and what they had begun was which secured the existence of the United States as an perfected by one of the mostillustrious of all her monarchs, independent nation. Louis XIV. In his wars,—and he was frequently at The ninth section, extending from the year 1789 to war with almost the whole of Europe, Louis was for 1815, details, in a satisfactory and comprehensive mana long while pre-eminently successtul, fortunately en- ner, the principal events of the French Revolution, trusting the command of his navies and armies to such from its commencement to the downfall of Bonaparte. men as Marshal Luxembourg, Marshal Catinat, and of them it is unnecessary to speak, familiarly known a the Count de Tourville. It was not till early in the they are to every intelligent reader. eighteenth century that he experienced some severe re- Did time and space permit, we conceive that a moral verses, his forces being always defeated by the English lesson, of no mean import, might be drawn from the generals Marlborough and Prince Eugene. For the brief and hurried review, we have attempted of the history greater part of the seventeenth century, England was of Europe. The littleness of all hum sn undertakings distracted with her own civil wars; and it was not till never becomes more conspicuous than when the actions after the abdication of James II., and the accession of and actors of many succeeding centuries are thus seen William Prince of Orange, in 1688, that she was able at a glance. When we devote a microscopic attention to turn any efficient attention to Continental affairs. Un. to any one era, the very time which its study costs us, der William and his successor Anne, she rose to great and the ultimate acquaintance we acquire with all its power and glory ; and her union with Scotland tended leading events and personages, invest them with a ficnot a little to contribute to her prosperity. It was now titious importance, to which we at once perceive they are also, towards the end of the seventeenth and commence- not entitled when we come to consider them as merely ment of the eighteenth century, that the northern states filling up the scene in the revolution of centuries. What of Sweden and Russia took a more conspicuous part in is Alaric the Goth now, that nations should have tremthe affairs of Europe than they had ever done before, bled at his step ? Where is Charlemagne, whom his under the direction of Charles XII. and Peter the contemporaries worshipped as a god? Is Otho the Great. The Turks, on the other hand, once so for. Great more thought of than Lothaire the Simple? What midable, were becoming much feebler, and the suc. is the reward that Gregory VII. or Innocent III. reap cession of misfortunes which overtook them, speedily for all their labours ? Where, even, is the distinction exhausted their resources. “ The effeminacy and inca- of having been a conqueror and king? Thousands have pacity of the Sultans, their contempt for the arts culti- been so, and thousands yet to come will be so again. vated by the Europeans, and the evils of a government | There is little variety in every-day life, but there seems purely military and despotic, by degrees undermined the to be still less in the great operations of the world. One strength of the empire, and eclipsed its glory as a con- nation rises and another falls--one period is turbulent, quering and presiding power. We find the Janissaries, and another more peaceful,—and the history is told ! a lawless and undisciplined militia, usurping over the Surely there is something insignificant and contempùble sovereign and the throne the same rights which the in all the mighty coil continually kept up by petty men, Prætorian guards had arrogated over the ancient Ro- who fret out their little life—their paltry seventy or man Emperors.”

eighty years as if the earth were the only planet in The eighth period embraces the greater part of the space, and their own day and generation the very essence eighteenth century, from the year 1713 to the breaking of all eternity! out of the French Revolution, in 1789. In a political We strongly recommend the “Revolutions in Eupoint of view this period did not so much affect the ge- rope to every student of history, and every philoneral appearance of Europe as many which preceded it, sophical inquirer into the events of the past. Were we although it brought about several important changes in to start any objection to the plan upon wh ch it is writthe internal history of its leading states. Literature and ten, it would be to the somewhat arbitrary choice of the science had already been restored to their pristine splen- different periods into which it is divided, between which dour ; and the times of Leo X. in Italy, of Queen Eli- we frequently do not see any very natural break or sezabeth in England, and of Louis XIV. in France, are paration ; but this is a matter of minor importance, and still quoted as the Augustan eras of modern Europe. amply compensated by the intrinsic merits of the work.


It is proper to add, that the translator seems to have wrote laboriously, let it not, therefore, be imagined that executed his task with much care and judgment. he never wrote any stuff. Some people seem to think

that every thing which a poet writes must be worth preservation. There was never a more complete mistake.

" Air hath its bubbles as the water hash;” and, most Ders of Castalie ; Poems, composed on various Subjects assuredly, the dregs of a poet's brain are of all dregs the ard Occasions. By J. Johns. London: R. Hunter. most wishy-washy. Therefore it is that we say unto 1828. 8vo, pp. 226.

Mr J. Johns and all other bardlings, that there are two Poems. By Mrs G. G. Richardson, Dumfries. Edin- classes of men for whom they write-critics and trunk.

burgh: Cadell and Co. 1828. 8vo, pp. 227. makers; and that though the bulk of their book may The Covenanters' Communion, and other Poems. By increase its value in the eyes of the latter, it is not unDavid Vedder. Edinburgh: William Blackwood. likely to diminish it in those of the former. 1828. 8vo, pp. 157.

But though from these obsei vations it may be gatherLament of the Wandering Jew; with other Poems. By ed, that we think Mr J. Johns is not altogether what T. B. J. Glasgow. 1828.

he should be as a poet, we do not in end to dismiss him Sketches in Scottish Verse, and Songs, from the Dundee without some approbation. There is poetry in him, Courier. Dundee. 1828.

though certainly every little scrap in his portfolio is

not a “ dew-drop from Castalie,” as he too modest. All these poems have been specially brought underly insinuates. When we say now-a-days that there our editorial attention, and of all these poems we now pro- is po try in any one, we are not quite sure to what ex. pose giving our unbia sed opinion, uninfluenced either tent the praise goes. Once upon a time the world by the neglect with which they may have been treated might have been divided into two great classes, one of by an indiscriminating world, or by the high estimation which, and by far the greater, had no poetry in them, in which they may be held by private and personal and the other, consisting of a small minority, had. friends. We shall be at all times glad to do every thing Nous avons changé tout cela. Every body has poetry in our power to bring into notice genius, which may in them pow,-young and old, rich and poor, high and shrink too easily from a contest with the hard buffetings low; it is no distinction. It is therefore not enough to write of fortune, and we trust we shall never be instrumental verses now; they must be such as stir up the minds of in " snuffing out the soul with an article." But, on the men like a trumpet blast, or lull them into blissful vi. other hand, let not the " poetæ minorum gentium” sup. sions, like the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains. It is pose that we undertake to fight for them through thick easy to be a poet; but to be a poet is nothing, for so is and thin, and that, wliere all others condemn, we alone every apprentice in every merchant's counting-house. shall be found to praise. We know the value of praise One must now be a grcat poet, or he may as lief be better; and we think, also, we have learned to distin. dumb altogether. It is difficult to say which of our guish between the buzz of a bee and a wasp. We value innumerable rhymesters will ultimately become a great the one for the honey that is in him, however little he poet. Mr J. Johns has probably just as good a chance may look like it ; but, putting on a thick and appro. as any of them; had many of his productions been as priate glove, we squeeze the other between our finger good as that which we are about to quote, we should and thumb, and listen to his shrill envenomed hiss of have said he had a better than most. Passing over a expiring agony. Poets, therefore, who request us to sit good deal of what is not bad, but considerably middling, ia judgment upon their lucubrations, must be contented we come with pleasure to the following stanzas, entitled to dree their fate. We now proceed to call Mr J. Johns to the bar.

Mr J. Johns has written too much. His volume is closely printed, and choke full

. He has adopted, too, There come no seasons there :-our earthly year a system of classification which, though it may avoid | Varies from prime to fall, from flowers to snow ;

And each new month fresh trophies still doth rear the pain of a ioo rapid transition from one subject to another, seems to us affected and artificial. We have But ye, oh ye, fair heavens! for ever glow

To Change, the victor of all fields below; seven “ Books,” containing poems, which he describes In the young glory of your natal morn, " Lyric,”

." Historical," " Descriptive," “ Didactic When first the realms of space were bade to know and Devotional," “ Elegiac,” “Legendary,"and" Ano. Their starry kings, Creation's earliest born, malous.” Were we disposed to be ill.natured, we should | Who should for aye on high yon sapphire thrones adorn. say, that rather than have chosen this hortus-siccus method, we should have put the whole under the last head Thus did ye shine upon the faded past, of " Anomalous.” But, passing over the table of con.

Thus will ye shine on far futurity, tents, which is often a very indifferent index of what is With living light, and beauty born to last, to come, we venture the remark, that Mr J. Johns thinks When the least earthly things of earth shall be fully as much of his own productions as any one else Passed, like the oar-foam from the settling sea : os Were this not the case, he would have put into Eternity is your“ sweet hour of prime ;" the fire nearly two-thirds of what he has put into his Hath bathed you in some skiey Siyx, that time

Ye smile at ages; for your destiny book. He appears to have emptied the whole of his Might blench'no golden tress, nor dim one eye sublime. portfolio into the printer's hands. Now, this is an error which modesty would shun, which prudence would for- Shine on-shine on-ye radiant Thousand, shine! bid, and which genius would shudder at. Every body, Ye hosts of heaven, whose everlasting march without one single solitary exception since the world was Is one enduring triumph! Ye divine created, has written the greatest possible stuff at times. Memorials, on the amethystine arch In all voluminous authors this stuff is tangible and ap- The

hearts of dust for what they may not know;

Of Nature graven by God! Oh, ye who parch parent, though their works, however voluminous, are merely selections from unknown quantities of manu- Tempting yon azure wilderness to search, script that never saw the light. Distinguished talent

As it some glad oasis there did glowkeeps its head above water, whether nonsense clings to

'Twas but a bright mirage, and will for aye be so. its legs or not; but whatever the reach of a man's abi. Familiar strangers! Ye, who from our youth. lities may be, the more his judgment induces him to lop Gleam on our eyes, to prove how dark and blind off what is superfluous, the better. Gray, perhaps, lop- Is human thought, where fancy ekes out truth, ped off too much; but because Gray was a poct, and And shadowy dreams usurp the place assigned




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To life's realities, from which the mind

“ That people live and die, I knew Flies to ideal worlds, peopling the stars

An hour ago as well as you."
With shapes of love and beauty-far behind
The truth of their bright mystery, which it mars,

Mrs G. G. Richardson is a mystery altogether, from her
Because it may not pass Fate's adamantine bars. motto to her finis,-from head to tail. It is a mystery

that any of her “poems" should ever have appeared in The blue Pacific of Infinity,

the “ London Weekly Review," which, we learn from Gemm'd with the sacred islets of the skies

her preface, has been the case ; and it is a mystery, (at Each isle a world upon a sapphire sea,

least in so far as abstract literature is concerned,) that And every world perchance a Paradise !

“ 1700 copies were bespoken previous to their issuing There only that sweet vision of the wise,

from the press.” Mrs G, G, Richardson is, we sup. And tunelul of past times, is not a dream;

pose, a very amiable woman, and that is far better than There only do those blissful isles arise, Whose faxie yet murmurs on the Muse's stream,

being a very clever poetess. There is one sonnet in the But whose proud shades did ne'er on mortal waters gleam. volume which is, on the whole, worth extracting, and

we extract it ; Say, ye who shone on Zoroaster's eye,

And lit the midnight towers of golden Tyre;
Who smiled more purely, from a softer sky,

My darling boy! light of my sinking heart,
On Helen's grave, and Homer's wakeful lyre

Through shades of hovering death, still sweet to me!

Though from thy dearer father warn’d to part,
Have ye known all, and must not man aspire

Death seems more cruel when I gaze on thee!
To aught beyond him? Shall no earthly ear
Drink, at diin midnight, from your shining quire,

Yet thou (the only one of all I Jove!)

Wilt sigh not, pause not, drop for me no tear. Empyreal music? Can we not draw near,

A broken toy, a scatter'd flower will move And read the starry tale of yon mysterious sphere?

In thee more sorrow than thy mother's bier !

Fantastic thought! and yet how strangely sad
No, for the stamp of clay is on the brow-

That when in death's cold clasp all faded lies
The fettered spirit yearns to soar in vain,
And the ambition of man's thoughts must bow

Thy youthful mother-once in thee how glad!

Thou may’st, as now, gaze on with laughing eyes, Beneath mortality's recoiling chain.

Peering on arduous tiptoe o'er her bed,
Yet is it sweet, though we can ne'er attain

Unconscious that she never more shall rise !
The prize we woo, the lofty race to run.
What though it tempt to yon untrodden plain? We leave the rest of Mrs G. G. Richardson's “ Poems"
The eagle's burning goal can ne'er be won-

to her 1700 subscribers. But he may pierce the clouds, and feel the nearer sun.

Mr David Vedder, come into court. We are given These are verses which we consider above par; and Mr to understand that you are the author of " The CoveJ. Johns will be kind enough to remark, that we by no nanters' Communion,” and “ other Poems," chiefly means consider the others with which they are surround. sacred, published some months ago by Blackwood, and ed contemptible ; on the contrary, they would all do never heard of since. Now, Mr David Vedder, sorry for the annuals exceedingly well; but our standard is are we to say that we are not very greatly astonished at rather a higher one, and we like to judge by it. We this ; for “The Covenanters' Communion," although want, first, originality of conception, which shall, at the in the Spenserian stanza, is not a particularly good same time, be true to human nature; and, secondly, vi- poem. Some of the minor poems are better ; and as we gour of execution. The former is the most important, said of Mr J. Johns, we think there is poetry in Mr but neither will do alone. The following little piece David Vedder, though it has not yet come oue exactly perhaps borders on bombast, but it is bold, and we ap- ' in the way we could wish. Our readers may judge for prove of it :

themselves, by the following specimen :

Aye, gaze upon that brow,

“ We have seen his star." That brow which towers an intellectual Alp,

Son of the Highest, we worship thee,
Diadem'd with a pale eternity

Though clothed in the robe of humanity ;
Of Thought's untrodden snow, round which high dreams, Though mean thine attire, and low thine abode,
Like Alpine eagles, seem to float, amid

We own thy presence, incarnate God !
Inviolate solitude and sunshine! See
The troubled glory of that eye, where keeps

We have left the land of our sires afar,
The soul her cavern’d oracle, and fills

'Neath the blessed beams of thine own birth-star,The electric gloom with inspiration! Gaze

Our spicy groves and balmy bowers,
On the rich lip of passion and of power,

Perfumed by the sweets of Amra flowers ;-
Whose every curl was moulded by strong thought, Our seas of pearl and palmy isles,
Like waters by the tempest! Shrine superb,

And our crystal lake which in beauty smiles;
Where late a more than kingly spirit found

Our silver streams and our cloudless skies,
A worthy dwelling! Men unborn will wish

And the radiant forms and the starry eyes
To have drawn the breath of time with him, as if That lit up our earthly Paradise !
It were t'inhale his immortality!

We have turn'd us away from the fragrant east,
If Mr J. Johns is a young man, which we believe For the desert sand and the arid waste ;-
him to be, he may, with pains, make his name better We have forded the torrent and passed the floods,
known than it yet is.

And the chilly mountain solitudes,

And the tiger's lair and the lion's den, The next in order is Mrs G. G. Richardson of Dum. And the wilder haunts of savage men ;fries. How Mrs G. G. Richardson ever took it into Till thine advent star its glories shed, her head to publish a volume of “ Poems,” (so called,) That shelters, Lord, thy blessed head!

On the humble roof and the lowly bed, is a good deal more than we can understand. Nor has the highly appropriate motto upon her title-page thrown Son of the Highest ! we worship thee, any light upon this interesting subject. This motto, the Though thy glories are veild in humanity; application of which lias puzzled us not a little, consists Though mean thine attire, and low thine abode, of a couplet from Prior, in these words :

We hail thine advent, eternal God!

T. B. J. of Glasgow, thou who dedicatest thy “ Lament of the Wandering Jew, with other Poetns,” to that unknown personage, “ D. R. R.,” stand up before us. Nay, man! never hide thy face! We have good hopes of thee. Thou art young, we are sure ; and there is a good deal of the freshness of young genius about thee. We mean not to insinuate that thou wert born a Byron; but thou wert not born a weaver. There is thought here,—there is a natural flow of expression, that disdains to clip its words into prettinesses; and there is a frank and easy step, that knows not the mincing gait of affectation. It is a good bold fluttering of an infant pinion, irregular, it is true, and often far short of the point it aims at, but nevertheless already emulous of the blue sky, a considerable way above the smoke of Glasgow. The “ Lament of the Wandering Jew” thus begins :

Eyes of azure, that seem to smile;
Eye-brows arch'd in the Grecian style;
Cheeks bright as a radiant ray
Of the blushing west in a summer day ;
Lips like roses just in time
To be pluck'd from off their parent stem;
Skin soft as Silesian silk;
Breath like fragrance of honey and milk;
A neat, a sloping, a slender waist;
A budding bosom, and heaving breast ?
Oh no! these well may have the art
To win, but never to keep the heart.
Give me a bright and a snowy brow,
If the thoughts are pure that dwell below;
And auburn ringlets, if they shade

A well-developed and cultured head;
Give me an eye of heavenly blue,
If the glance it gives is pure and true;
Eye-brows like the bow above,
If they bend o'er woe with looks of love;
Cheeks that smile like an April ray,
But flee not so false and so fast away;
Lips like rose-buds on their stem,
If the dews of truth do sit on them;
O! give me a bosom like that of the dove,
If it is as fair and as full of love!
These are the beauties have had the art,

My Lucy, to win and keep my heart.
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Howe'er it be, from all I ever knew,

This of his history, at least, appears
To be correct ;-he was a Christian Jew,

With the peculiar traits his nation bears ;
And he was born of woman; for tho' tears

Had long since left his cheeks, yet they were seen
Deep-channel'd with the floods of other years;

And when his mem'ry turn'd to what had been,
He was remark'd to sigh, and look so sad
And wild, that many deem'd the wanderer mad.

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My Love! sleep on, sleep on! -
I will carve thee a stone,

And smooth for thee a quiet grave;
I will see thee soft and warmly laid,
With a pillow of down beneath thy head;

I wish I were a willow to wave,
And lull thee asleep with its tender tone,
And weep over thee: sleep on! sleep on!
My Love! sleep on, sleep on!
At the set of the sun,

When nature comes with lonely hours,
The glow-worm then shall his lamp illume,
To cheer the darkness around thy tomb;

And I will strew thy sod with flowers,
Till I rest with thee, dear departed one;

My darling Billy, sleep on! sleep on!
If “T. B. J.” chooses to send us a few poetical con-
tributions for the “Edinburgh Literary Journal,” we
shall be glad to keep his initials before the public ; and
we take the liberty of informing his friends in Glasgow,
that he is one of the few poetical geniuses of which that
great and wealthy mercantile city can boast.

The “ Songs from the Dundee Courier are very respectable lucubrations, though they will scarcely rival those of Burns. We quote one of them:

LORD SPYNIE, (From a Tradition of the Seventeenth Century.)



Those who observed him, say he seldom smiled;

But there were moods, when, full of ecstasy, His soul glowed, and his every look was mild

Mirth on bis tongue, and music in his eye.
His converse being not with men, his joy

Or grief was in his heart; it did inspire
Strange feelings; 'twas a churchyard, where did lie

Buried, hopes, loves, and friendships; but his lyre.
He sometimes touch'd, to scare their ghosts away,
And thus of chance and change I heard this lowly lay.

The “ lowly lay” contains many excellent stanzas ; some a little too much à la Byron, but others in which there is no imitation. A plague is described well, though here and there rather coarsely,--the great law of change in all material things is well illustrated, and the apostrophe to wealth is spirited and good. Of the minor poems none are perfect, yet all contain something that pleases. Take, for example, the following:

Lord Spynie, ye may pu' the rose,

And spare the lily flower,
When ye gang thro' the garden green,

To woo in lady's bower;
And ye may pu'

the lightsome thyme,
And leave the lonesome rue;
For lang and sair will the lady mourn

That ye gae there to woo.



For ye will look and talk of lave,

And kindly, kindly smile,
And vow by Grace, an' a' that's gude,

And lay the luring wile.
"Tis sair to rob the bonnie bird

That makes you melodie
'Tis cruel to win a woman's luve,

And no hae luve to gie!

What's Beauty? Is it an open brow,
Sloping and pure as a wreath of snow;
Luxuriant tresses of auburn hair,
Shaded divinely, or curled with care;



our nature.

minthology- subject of very considerable importance, I wadna hae your wilfu' hand,

which has nevertheless been hitherto much neglected.
Tho' a' the earth were thine!

Dr Hooper is indeed the only writer who has in this
Ye've broken mony a maiden's peace

country investigated it with any minuteness ; but his
Ye've mair than broken mine.
I wadna hae your faithless heart-

paper, in the memoirs of the London Medical Society,

although a very excellent one, as our author observes,
'Tis nae your ain to gie;
But, gin ye ever think o' Heaven,

is very incomplete. On the Continent, Professors Rus
Oh! ye maun think of me!

dolphi and Bremser devoted their attention to the sub

ject, and perfected a system of Helminthology which
The number of persons floating about society, who naturalists and physiologists have generally adopted.
write poetry, is very great; and, however we may be We need scarcely also allude to the other continental
tempted to speak of them when we speak critically, we works of Fischer, Block, Zeder, and Brera. From fo-
beg to say most explicitly, that, as men, Christians, and reign sources only, therefore, could the English student
fellow-countrymen, and whether they be Christians and derive the information he might want on this subject,
fellow-countrymen or not, we have an esteem for them and Mr Rhind has very wisely stepped forward with the
all. The very feeling which prompts to write poetry intention of supplying this desideratum, and has pre-
implies something good in the character-something sented us with, in every respect, a very excellent and
ingenuous and warm-hearted. No cold cunning villain valuable work.
ever wrote a line of poetry in his life. Crimes have no Our attention is first of all directed to the manner in
doubt been committed by poets, but more rarely than by which worms are supposed to originate, in the living
others, and never of that darker dye to which previous body, and to solve this difficulty two questions are sugo
calculation gave birth, and out of which there is no hope gested—First, Do the worms derive their existence from
of redemption. Prudence is a great and godlike virtue, eggs conveyed into the body through the medium of food,
but it should be spiced with enthusiasm ; let the passions drink, air, &c. ? Or, secondly, have they their origin
be properly regulated, but let them have free scope by what is called primitive or spontancous formation ?
they are the invisible wings that lift us above this grosser As Dr Bremser observed, it is difficult to conceive how
earth. The proper cultivation of poetry is nearly akin they can derive their existence from eggs conveyed by
to the proper cultivation of all the finer dispositions of the medium of the aliments, the water, or air, since they

are found, as is the case most frequently with the hyda.
tid, in those cavities of the body where no external open-

ing or abscess could have been afforded them. The hyA Treatise on the Nature and Cure of Intestinal Worms which completely separates them from the surrounding

darids, says Laenec, are “ always enclosed in a cyst, of the Human Body, arranged accord ification of Rudolphi und Bremser, and containing the parts; these cysts are frequently of a fibrous nature, this Country and on the Continent. By Wm. Rhind, worms, says our author, (Rhind, p. 14,) found in the most approved Methods of Treatment, as practised in but frequently there are found in them portions of a

cartilaginous, or bony character.” There have been Surgeon, Member of the Royal Medical Society. brain, in the lungs, in the liver, the biliary ducts, and even Edinburgh. Oliver and Boyd. 1829.

in the heart itself; and Hopkinson and Morgan discoIn addition to our reviews of those productions which vered a species of worm (the falaria papillosa) in the anwe continually meet with in the more flowery vales of terior chamber of a horse's eye. We find also, in the tenth literature, we purpose, as our readers may have perceived volume of the Transactions of the Royal Society, another devoting occasionally a portion of our columns to the worm described by Captain Brown, (the ascaris pelluci. notice of those scientific works which have a general dus,) which also inhabits the eyes of horses in India, and and popular interest. Many per:ons, we know, allow may be seen swarming about in the aqueous humour poets, novelists, and essayists, of every age and every with great activity. Worms have unquestionably been tongue, to slumber peacefully on their shelves, and found in the intestines of the fætus, and Blumenbach prefer exploring those regions of science in which truth, saw a tænia in a new-born foal. The experiment of simple and unadorned, arrests the attention, and in Schreiber is also adduced, who fed a polecat for six weeks vites us to contemplate, by her sacred light, those in with milk, containing the eggs, and also the various spe. teresting phenomena which Nature, jealous of her own cies of intestinal worms; yet after some time, when the dignity, has shrouded from the eye of the mere pass. animal was killed, not a worm was found in its body. ing idler. Let Imagination, therefore, at times close Opposed to this, however, is the experiment of Pallas, her expanded wings, and, like the eagle to the barren who introduced the eggs by a small incision into the abrock, descend upon a ruder soil, to explore and acquire dominal cavity of a dog, in which instance, after the exa knowledge of those isolated facts which vary and ex- piry of a month, he found young tænia in the cavity. tend the sources of our information-at the same time The hypothetical explanation which has been found. improving and exalting the human intellect, by enabling ed on the second question, referring the formation of the it to perceive more distinctly, and understand more fully, worm to spontaneous generation, is warmly combated those wonders which demonstrate the existence and inli by our author. If in this manner they derived their ori. nite wisdom of our Creator. There is no department of gin, how happens it, he asks, that they should be of such science, taking that word in its most extensive sense, different species and forms, and inhabit different portions which is not replete with the most curious and interest of the intestines-one kind feeding only on pure chyle, ing facts, which need only to be communicated in a another on fæculent matter? How should those inhasimple and popular form to command universal atten- biting the same place, feeding on the same aliment, dif. tion, though the scholastic jargon of some philosophers, fer so remarkably in their size and structure ? “If we and the unmeaning technicalities of others, have thrown admit," he observes, “that an animal having a perfect difficulty and darkness on the face of almost every in- and complicated structure-furnished with a head_a quiry. Let these, the common harbingers of ignorance, stomach an intestinal canal, &c. could be formed by be dispersed like clouds, and the naked light of truth any spontaneous action, or combination of animal parti. will then shine full around us. It is from such consi- cles, there would be no end to theory.” A field of mea. derations that we have determined, in discussing scien- dow grass, by the spontaneous arrangements of its par. tific subjects, to maintain as simple a style of diction as ticles, "might produce au ox; or the fermenting dungpossible ;-and now to business.

hill charged with animal particles in abundance, might The work at present under review is devoted to Hel. be the matrix from whence sprang the hog that feeds on

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