of its action being the coversion of the amylaceous particles into Gum, and the gummy matters into Sugar, as testified by the characteristic sweetness of a well-cooked Carrot, Turnip, or Potatoe. When this process is artificially effected previous to ingestion it is easy to perceive that the animal power of digestion has less to accomplish, and therefore there is more vigour left in store to be exercised in the assimilative work of absorption-whence follows increase of bulk. It should have been premised that Sugar is the most nutritious of the vegetable products Starch, Gum, and Sugar, and that the nearer the approximation to the latter substance the more rich and condensed has the food been rendered. The proximate cause of the changes produced by steaming and boiling is an electrical phenomenon too complex for explanation in this brief Essay; to give, however, an idea of the magnitude of the subject reference may be made to an eloquent display by Dumas, a french chemist of the present day, for an account of the beautiful cycle which occurs in the transformations of organic matter;-noticing the ele. mentary selection made by Plants of the Carbon, Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen of the nutritious matters which they consume and appropriate to the formation of their own structures he says, "Plants form the organic substances which Animals appropri ate to the reparation of their structures. Animals assimilate, or destroy, organic matter ready formed, but do not create it. They change these organic matters by little and little, decompose them, and bring them back, by excretion, to their previous elementary state of Carbonic Acid, Water, Nitrogen, and Ammonia; which allows them to be returned to the air:

thus all that air gives to Plants-Plants give up to

Animals, and Animals restore it to the air; AN
ETERNAL CIRCLE IN WHICH LIFE KEEPS IN MOTION
AND MATTER MERELY CHANGES PLACE.
Nile-street, March 28th, 1842.

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RECOGNITION.

saw her 'gain to-day and she did move,

(Keep still my heart, beat not so hard thy walls, For think how sorely disappointment galls)

"

I thought she cast on me a look of love, Jay
What words can
can tell t
I the joy that one looks gives,

More thrilling than is known in festive halls-
That one sweet look to memory recals

All transports past-Hope says her love still lives, And whispers in my ears most flatt'ring things;

She to my eyes their former light revives,

Once more my muse in joyful accents sings,

My sportive pen in sable fluid dives

Ye coming hours outspread your tardy wings, And verify my heart's imaginings.

ROBERT'S SOLILOQUY.

In summer when the bright red sun
Had near his daily journey run,
When saffron hues bedecked the sky,
And all was peace and harmony,
When gaily warblers of the grove-
(Those emblems of pure joy and love,)
Were chanting their last evening song
In strains both sweet and clear and strong;
"Twas then that Robert with delight,

His breast filled with poetic flame,
Would seek the shade remote from sight,

The spot where few save he e'er came.
One evening at such hour he stood
In pensive contemplative mood,
Near where a stream ran murm'ring by,
And poured forth this soliloquy :-
"The little merry playful lambs
Are frisking by their quiet dams,
And ev'ry insect in the air

And ev'ry beast is free from care!
They tranquil peace enjoy secure,
Nor dream of woes they must endure:-
How diff'rent is the lot of man!

O, thou art during life's short span)
Doomed countless ills to undergo,
And doomed to taste severest woe.
E'en men treat men with cool disdain!
And ev'ry pleasure 's mixed with pain;
Yes! friendship-virtue-truth are sold
For that most pow'rful fiend called gold!-
O Gold! the number of thy slaves
Surpasses troubled ocean's waves,
And men in their pursuit of thee
Forget all ties of charity;

Thy power prevails through ev'ry climé,
Thou parent art of ev'ry crime;
Thy false allurements cheat the eye,
And thousands on thy charms rely
For happiness, content, and peace
Thus think from woes and cares to cease.
Begone vain thoughts like these away!
Begone! I will not be your prey;
Rise Burns! teach me a purer joy,
Which ne'er can fail and ne'er can cloy
The sweets of an enlightened mind,
T
The pleasures of a heart refined!-
These, these are joys beyond compare,
And joys in which all men may share.
I envy not the rich man's lot, lii

Who dwells midst vanity and pride,
I'd rather have the peasant's cot

Where cheerfulness and peace abide
No weighty cares my rest to blight,
Be truth and justice my delight,
A heart too that can sympathize
With others woes and others joys.

AN EPIGRAMMATIC ACROSTIC.

BY MR. OBADIAH LILYVINE. Y,

"Keep God's commandments,” is pure Gospel still; And one of them runs thus: "Thou shalt not kill,” Therefore, reflect how great a sin were thine, E'en but to feign a frown, sweet Valentine. Liverpool, Feb. 14th, 1842.

LINES.

WHEN first I saw thee, lovely maid!

My heart acknowledged beauty's power; The more I in thy presence staid

More sweetly flew each passing hour. We spoke in jest of lover's joys

In jest thy hand was placed in mine; What strange devices Love employs

The thoughtless in his nets to twine!

I from that moment 'gan to think
How truly happy I had been
Had we been bound by holier link

And thou become my heart's sole queen.

True words are often said in jest,

And wherefore may not ours be true? I swore to make thy home my breast, And thou sweet promises mad'st too. And though a smile played o'er the face, That seemed to mock the words we spoke, Yet there was something I could trace

That said our vows should not be broke.

Yes! sweet one, it shall be my pride

To wear thee ever nigh'st my heart; Yes! thou shalt be my faithful bride, And naught but Death shall make us part,

MATRIMONY.

WHEN misfortunes thickly grow,
When the heart is sinking low,
When the pangs of grief are felt,
Whose eyes then with pity melt?
Who will soothe the ills of life?
She-the fond, the faithful wife.

Who can make the fire-side sweet?"
Who with joy our comings greet?
Who with kindest words and smiles
From corroding care beguiles?
Who can calm the storm of strife?
The wife, the wife, the loving wife.

Who can make home's joys more dear?
Who can nerve us 'gainst all fear?
Who will wisest counsel give?
Teach us how we ought to live?!?/
Yet humbly bear our follies rife ?→→→
The prudent, kind, and virtuous wife.
Who when sickness robs of rest
Listens to each slight request?
Who unwearied night and day
Near the suff'rer's couch will stay?
The wife-the wife is ever nigh
To watch us then with wakeful eye.

Joyful, sweetest. wedded life,
Dearest partner-lovely wife, Sol
Let me, as I travel on,

Know the bliss thou giv'st alone.
Love, pure love can smooth life's way-
Love makes hearts feel light and gay.

MEETING.

To-day I saw the beauteous face that wore
Those witching charms that first disturbed my heart,
Her flashing eyes did e'en such glances dart

As those which robbed me of my rest before.

Oh! in a moment then across my mind

Flew thoughts which make my breast with anguish smart,
Which in my eyes force briny drops to start;-

I thought of days when that sweet girl was kind
In words and looks, to me, her faithful swain;
How fondly once we roved with arms entwined

Round other's waist when Love our hearts did chain.
When shall I 'gain such happiness e'er find

As then I knew? why did ye not remain

Ye days of bliss? when will ye come again?,

PETITION.

Sweet bright-eyed beauty can'st thou not forget
The hasty words thy fretful lover used,
When he in anger thy sweet self abused;-
Time rolls away, but still the pangs lives yet,
When he remembers thy surpassing charms,

And thinks of what he wrongly was accused
When thou to hear him plead his cause refused ;-
Yet gladly would he take thee to his arms,

Weep joyful tears to call thee still his own; But in his bosom dwelleth strange alarms,

Which cause his anxious throbbing heart to groan, And him of courage-giving Hope disarms;

Oh, worlds he'd give to hear thy soft sweet tone, Vow that thy heart belonged to him alone.

THE DEAD ALIVE.-We have seen a paragraph of the above title in some of our newspapers, which speaks very little in favour of their proper taste. We understand this to proceed from a gang of reprobates, whose organisation is about being discovered by the public authorities, and who have been work, ing mischief in every quarter. A gentleman in Lord-street has been a victim of their diabolical intrigues, and we believe he has discovered certain of the rascals who sent the hearse and mourning coach to his house! They must at best be a pack of beggarly fellows, for they have only paid Mrs. Morris ten shillings to account of the funeral. The fellow who has been identified with this affair is the same who was ducked in a horse trough at Knowsley, and one of the parties whose name flourishes in the public prints relative to the abduction case now pending before Mr. Rushton. It is a matter of regret that respectable people have no protection from the Police for such unprincipled dealings, and we have heard that one of the fellows who has been identified as above received a genteel horse-whipping from the gentleman,

very

wisely adopted the example of a noble earl when red

the painted bird produced by this distinguished mischief maker. The other worthy is a young man who has been recognised more than once, with long glossy hair, a midshipman's cap, and presently a clerk in Chapel-walks. — He passes off for a Spaniard.

MR. MACKIE'S LECTURE ON HISTORY.-Last night Mr. Mackie delivered a lecture in the Clarendon Rooms to a respectable and crowded audience. The proceeds were devoted to the benefit of a family in reduced circumstancés.

We are not aware that the following beautiful poem has ever before appeared in print, though from the celebrity of the authoress it is more than probable that it has been previously published. We are favoured with the copy by a gentleman in whose family the manuscript has been a great many years.

SORROWS OF MEMORY.

BY MARY ROBINSON.

In vain to me the howling deep

Stern winter's awful reign discloses, In vain shall summer's zephyrs sleep On fragrant beds of budding roses; To me alike each scene appears

Since thou hast broke my heart-or nearly
Whilst memory writes in frequent tears
That I have loved thee very dearly.

How many summers passed away,
How many winters sad and dreary-
Yet still I taught thee to be gay

Whene'er thy soul of life was weary!
When lingering sickness wrung thy breast,
And bowed thee to the earth-or nearly,

I strove to lull thy mind to rest,

For then I loved thee, O how dearly.

And tho' the flush of joy no more

Shall o'er my cheek its lustre throwing, Bid sensual fools that cheek adore,

And talk of passions ever glowing;

Still to thy mind should time impart
A charm to bid it beat sincerely,

Nor idly sound a breaking heart

That loved thee long and loved thee dearly.

Could gold thy truant fancy bind,

A faithful heart would still content me,
For oh to gain a heart unkind

I gave thee all that fortune lent me ;
In youth when suitors round me pressed,
Who vowed to love and love sincerely,
When wealth could never charm my breast,
Tho' thou wert poor I loved thee dearly.

Seek not the fragile streams of love,
Such fleeting phantoms will deceive thee,
They will but transient idols prove,

In wealth beguile, in sorrow leave thee;
Oh dost thou think the sordid mind

When thou art poor will feel sincerely? Wilt thou in such that friendship find

Which warmed the heart that loved thee dearly? Tho' feeble passions 'cease to burn

For her so long thy bosom's treasure,
Oh think that reason may return

When far from thee my paths I measure;
Say who will then thy conscience heal?
Or who will bid thy heart beat cheerly?
Or from that heart the memory steal
Of her who loved thee long and dearly!
When war shall rouse the brooding storm,
And horrors haunt thy thorny pillow,
When fancy shall present my form,

Borne on the wild and restless billow,
Oh where wilt thou another find
Whose pulse like mine shall beat sincerely?
And who thy heart in spells will bind
When hers is broke that loved thee dearly?

When thou contending throngs shalt court,

When party zeal has doubly crowned thee,
Perchance of fortune's frowns the sport,

Caprice or cold neglect may wound thee,
Then wilt thou find no generous heart
To bid thee bear misfortune cheerly-
No friend in grief to bear a part

Like her who loved thee long and dearly.

Could I to distant regions stray,

From thee my thoughts would never wander, For at the parting close of day,

By some long vagrant rills meander-
Each wandering bee, each chilling wind,
Would tell the heart that's broken nearly
In them where'er they roam to find ¦
The faults of him I loved so dearly.

I will not court thy fickle love,

Soon shall our fates and fortunes sever, Far from thy scorn will I remove,

And smiling sigh-adieu for ever! Give to thy sordid friends thy days,

Still trust that they will act sincerely,

And when the spurious mask decays

Lament the heart that lov'd thee dearly,

For time will swiftly journey on,

And age with sickness haste to meet theeFriends prove deceitful-wantons shun

When they no more with smiles can cheat thee, Then wilt thou seek in vain to find

A faithful heart that beats sincerely,

A passion centering in the mind

Which scorning interest loved thee dearly. When in the grave my woes shall sleep,

No soothing dreams will bless thy slumber,

For thou wilt often wake to weep,

And in despair my sorrows number; My shade will haunt thy aching eyes,

My voice in whispers tell thee clearly,

'How cold at last that bosom lies

Which loved thee long and loved thee dearly.

GAWTHROP'S JOURNAL.

THE number now in the reader's hand is the concluding one of GAWTHROP'S JOURNAL! We have been before the public six months, and in the course of that time our Journal has found its way to the various quarters of the town, and according to the tastes of the readers has been either favourably or indifferently received. The number of our Subscribers during the first quarter, when we published weekly, was very limited-so limited, indeed, that the receipts did not equal half the expense incurred for paper and printing. We then determined to make the experiment of publishing fortnightly, and to make the subscription only one shilling per quarter. To a certain degree this experiment was successful-the number of subscribers was very soon doubled, still the expenses attending the publication have never been covered, and the trouble and inconvenience attending it have been so great that we feel ourselves compelled to abandon this attempt to establish a local literary periodical,

To those of our friends who have zealously supported us from the commencement to the present time we return sincere acknowledgments for their favours, and those who have paid their subscriptions for the year will have the difference returned by applying for it at the Printing Offices, No. 34, North John-street.

It is some gratification to us to know that our efforts to do good have not been altogether fruitless and unappreciated. We also feel proud of having made an endeavour, though an humble one, to advance local literature, and are happy to see that our example is being followed by others, whose exertions we sincerely hope will be better rewarded than our own have been.

ance

When we commenced the perilous undertaking of publishing the Journal, we confidently relied upon the assistof gentlemen connected with the various educational Institutions of this town-we wished to give the public every possible information concerning their proceedings, and succinct reports of all the lectures delivered within their walls-we did, ex expect (perhaps unreasonably) that parties concerned for the welfare of those Institutions would have rendered us the assistance they easily could have done to enable us to carry out our views, if not for the sake of furthering a laudable undertaking yet for the interest of the Institutions themselves, which could not but be thus benefited—but be it enough to say our expectations were disappointed. The burden, therefore, of gathering materials for the Journal unexpectedly fell to the lot of one who had more of other business in his hands than he could well get through, and who was consequently often compelled to present to the public hastily-written, and unfinished papers, portions of which, had he possessed time carefully to examine, both his taste and his judgment would have certainly condemned, erontap

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acres.

COUNTY KERRY,

CARROW NAKNOCK containing about 103 acres on which has been lately erected a capital Dwelling-house, and Offices, suited to the best system of farming. Over £600 has been expended in Buildings on this farm lately.-Rental £70 equal to 13s. 7d. per acre.

WEST SHRONE, part of WEST INCH, and DIRHA, are situate on the River Gale. The new road from Liselton to Listowel passes through them, and that road is intersected by the new road from Bedford to Gale Bridge. They contain 970 acres, and will be let as one farm, or divided into 40 or 60 acre lots, as shown on a survey lately made of them by Mr. Julian; and to encourage the reclamation of those Lands, (Dirha, Shrone, and West Inch), Leases will be made, containing special covenants, for terms not exceeding 60 years. The survey and form of leases will be shown on application to Mr." Patrick Stack, at Listowel. Rental £214, equal to only 4s. od, per acre.-Plans may be seen in Liverpool.

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These Lands have the advantage of an abundant supply of Limestone, Sea-sand, Turbary, and Coal Mines.

Proposals (in writing only) will be received by Pierce Mahony, Esq., 43 Dame-street, Dublin; or by his agent, Mr. Patrick Stack, of Listowel. Every information as to those Lands will be given on application to Mr. A. Henderson, Surveyor and Land Valuator, Binny Cottage, by Uphall, Edinburgh; or to A. J. Bonar, Esq., Spring Bank, Dumbarton; Messrs. Marshall, Auctioneers, Limerick.

Any quantity of Land, excellent Bog and Turbary can be had with the above by the Farmer at a very low rate, (quite nominal). Persons are invited to view the lands on visiting Killarney of Lakes..

Every possible encouragement will be given for the improvement of those Lands, and tenants will be declared on the value being offered.

The above Farms are beautifully situated within 3 miles of the River Shannon, and 15 miles from the lovely Lakes of Killarney. Steamers ply daily to Limerick in 3 hours, and produce is delivered in Liverpool by the Grand Canal and City of Dublin Company on the third morning. Agricultural agents can be obtained and every information by applying to Edwin Lewis, Temple-street, Liverpool, House, Land and Farm Agent. M to

PUPILS.

towel, about 103 acres.

WEST SHORNE, and part of WEST INCH and DIRHA, lying between the River Gale and the Town of Listowel, 970

acres.

YOUNG GENTLEMEN wishing to pursue the scientific,

as most patriotic pursuit of Agriculture, can be trained in all its branches, by an educated Gentleman-practically--who has been 16 years engaged in agriculture in the county of Northumberland, is well acquainted in the Breeding and Feeding Cattle and Sheep, as well as growing Corn, Turnips, Seeds, &c., &c.

Parents wishing to place their Sons to Agriculture will find the prospects highly advantageous. Every information to be had from Mr. Edwin Lewis, Temple-street, Liverpool.

N. B.-Every attention will be paid to the morals of the pupils, on Protestant principles. A horse may be kept extra to attend them. Land Surveying, and Laying out of Estates taught the Pupils, the gentleman having had 16 years.experience on 15,000 acres on the estates of the Earl of Carlisle.

Apply to Mr. Robert Bell, Villa House, near Listowel, County Kerry, or Edwin Lewis, House, Land and Farm Agent, Temple-street, Liverpool,si qasi i (One concern.)

GUANO ON SALE.