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Yet these new rising from the tomb,
Let sickness blast, let death devour,
ODE TO WINTER.-Campbell.
When first the fiery-mantled sun
First, in green apparel dancing,
The young Spring smild with angel grace :
Rush'd into her sire's embrace :
For ever nearest to his smiles,
On India's citron-cover'd isles : More remote and buxom-brown,
The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne ; A rich pomegranate gemm'd her crown,
A ripe sheaf bound her zone.
whale, Round the hall where Runic Odin
Howls his war-song to the gale; Save when adown the ravag'd globe He travels on his native storm,
Deflow'ring nature's grassy robe,
Till light's returning lord assume
Of power to pierce his raven plume, And crystal cover'd shield.
Oh, Sire of storms! whose savage ear
Fast descending as thou art,
Spells to touch thy stony heart ?
Pour on yonder tented shores,
Or the dark-brown Danube roars.
there To many a deep and dying groan; Or start, ye demons of the midnight air,
At shrieks and thunders louder than your own, Alas ! ev’n your unhallow'd breath
May spare the victim, fallen low; But man will ask no truce to death,No bounds to human woe.
HYMN.-By Bishop HEBER.
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aia !
Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining,
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall !
Maker and monarch, and Saviour of all !
Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings divine,
Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine?
Vainly, with gold would his favour secure,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid !
EDUCATION.-From the Beauties of the Waverley Novels.
Sir Everard's chaplain, an Oxonian, who had lost his fellowship for declining to take the oaths at the accession of George I. was not only an exceilent classical scholar, but reasonably skilled in science, and master of most modern languag.
He was, however, old and indulgent, and the recurring interregnum, during which Edward was entirely freed from his discipline, occasioned such a relaxation of authority, that the youth was permitted, in a great measure, to learn as he pleased, what he pleased, and when he pleased. This looseness of rule would have been ruinous to a boy of slow understanding, who, feeling labour in the acquisition of knowledge, would have altogether neglected it, save for the command of a task-master ; and it might have proved equally dangerous to a youth whose animal spirits were more powerful than his imagination or his feelings, and whom the irresistible influence of Alma, when seated in his arms and legs, would have engaged in field-sports from morning till night. But the character of Edward Wa ley was remote from either of these. His powers of apprehension were so uncommonly quick, as almost to resemble intuition, and the chief care of his preceptor was to prevent him, as a sportsman would phrase it, from over-running his game; that is, from acquiring his knowledge in a slight, flimsy, and inadequate manner. And here the instructer had to combat another propensity too often united with brilliancy of fancy and vivacity of talent, that indolence, namely, of disposition, which can only be stirred by some strong motive of gratification, and which renounces study so soon as curiosity is gratified, the pleasure of conquering the first difficulties exhausted, and the novelty of pursuit at an end. Edward would throw himself with spirit upon any classical author of which his preceptor proposed the perusal, make himself master of the style so far as to understand the story, and, if that pleased or interested him, he finished the volume. But it was in vain to attempt fixing his attention on critical distinctions of philology, upon the difference of idiom, the beauty of felicitous expression, or the artificial combinations of syntax. “I can read and understand a Latin author," said young Edward, with the self-confidence and rash reasoniig of fifteen, " and Scaliger or Bently could not do much more. Alas! while he was thus permitted to read only for the gratification of his own amusement, he foresaw not that he was losing for over the opportunity of acquiring habits of firm and incumbent application, of gaining the art of controlling, directing, and concentrating the powers of his own inind for earnest investigation,-an art far more essential than even that learning which is the primary object of study.
I am aware I may be here reminded of the necessity of rendering instruction agreeable to youth, and of Tasso's infusion of honey into the medicine prepared for a child ; but an age in which children are taught the driest doctrines by the insinuating method of instructive games, has little reason to dread the consequences of study being rendered too serious or severe. The history of England is now reduced to a game at cards, the problems of mathematics to puzzles and riddles, and the doctrines of arithmetic may, we are assured, be sufficiently acquired by spending a few hours a-week at a new and complicated edition of the Royal Game of the Goose. There wants but one step further, and the Creed and Ten Commandments may be taught in the same manner, without the necessity of the
grave face, deliberate tone of recital, and devout attention hitherto exacted from the well-governed childhood of this realm. It may in the mean time be a subject of serious consideration, whether those who are accustomed only to acquire instruction through the medium of amusement, may not be brought to reject that which approaches under the aspect of study ; whether those who learn history by the cards, may not be led to prefer the means to the end ; and whether, were wo to teach religion in the way of sport, our pupils might not thereby be gradually induced to make sport of their religiori. To our young hero, who was permitted to seck his instruction only according to the bent of his own mind, and who, of consequence, only sought it so long as it afforded him amusement, the indulgence of his tutors was attended with evil consequences, which long continued to in. Huence his character, happiness, and utility. Edward's power of imagination and love of literature, although the former was vivid, and the latter ardent, were so far from affording a remedy to this peculiar evil, that they rather inflamed and increased its violence. The library at Waverley-Honour, a large Gothie room, with double arches and a gallery, contained that miscellaneous and extensive collection of volumes usually assembled together, during the course of two hundred years, by a family which have been always wealthy, and inclined, of course, as a mark of splendour, to furnish their shelves with the current literature of the day, without much scrutiny or nicety of discrimination. Through this ample realm Edward was permitted to roam at large. His tutor had his own studies ; and church politics and controversial divinity, together with a love of learned ease, though they did not withdraw his attention at stated times from the progress of his patron's presumptive heir, induced him readily to grasp at any apology for not extending a strict and regulated survey towards his general studies. Sir Evo. rard had never been himself a student, and, like his sister Miss Rachael Waverley, held the yulgar doctrine, that idleness is incompatible with reading of any kind, and that the mere tracing the alphabetical characters with the eye, is, in itself, a useful and meritorious task, without scrupulously considering what ideas or doctrines they may happen to convey. With a desire of amusement, therefore, which better discipline might soon have converted into a thirst for knowledge, young Waver: ley drove through the sea of books like a vessel without a pilot or a rudder. Nothing perhaps increases by indulgence more than a desultory habit of reading, especially under such opportunities of gratifying it. I believe one reason why such numerous instances of erudition occur among the lower rank is, that, with the same powers of mind, the poor student is limited to a narrow circle for indulging his passion for books, and must necessarily make himself master of the few he possesses ere he can acquire more. Edward, or the contrary, like the epicure who only deigned to take a single morsel from the sunny side of a peach, read no volume a moment after it ceased to excite his curiosity or interest, and it necessarily happened, that the habit of seeking only this sort of gratification rendered