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Sir Walter Scott.—A subscription has been opened at Glasgow for the erection of a monument to the memory of Sir Walter Scott in that city. Above a thousand pounds was immediately put down.
Cape de Verd Islands. Among the uncommon phenomena of nature which have been observed during the few last years, we have to mention the almost utter failure of vegetation this season in the Cape de Verd Islands ; alas, how ill applied a name! There has been no rain, and the drought has dried up every thing of the earth's produce, from the lowly blade of grass to the leaf of the lofty tree. It is four years since the rains were copious enough; and the aggravated evil is now witnessed in the animals perishing, and the natives (in number from 60,000 to 70,000) in a state of famine.
Literature in Germany.—The last number of the general catalogue of books, published every six months at Leipsic, contains 2,322 new publications; and as the foregoing rumber of the catalogue has but 320 works fewer, the sum of the books published last year in Germany amounts to 4004! which number surpasses that of the yearly publications of England and France taken collectively.
Synopsis of Stenography.-Stenography, if we may judge from the frequent receipt of productions in that way, must be very sedulously cultivated by a number of professors. The present perforinance is on the face of a large sheet, by Mr. Sigston, of Leeds, has a portrait of the king, to whom it is dedicated, and contains an alphabet, rules, specimens of writing, &c. &c. The plan seems to be simple and useful.
The United Kingdom.-Among the efforts to attract popularity, to which, amid the rival contentions of periodical journals, the emulous often resort, by giving portraits, political tables, prints, extra sheets, &c. &c. to their readers, we have been struck with an ingenious device adopted by The United Kingdom newspaper, namely the presentation, to every subscriber of three months' standing, of a capital map of London, worth, we should think, more than the amount of their subscription. It is extremely well executed on a scale of above 34 inches by 20 ; and bordered with engravings of 33 of the principal buildings of the metropolis.
The Lady's Penny Gazetle.—No. 1. has just reached us with three ladies, a cap, and a boonet, at the top of the title-page, all of a row; and music and finery besides in other pages. We daresay it is a nice lady's bargain, but must consult some female oracle before we commit ourselves.
Captain Skinner, who was lately drowned off Holyhead, served in the navy with great distinction, and having lost an arm and an eye in the service, he was appointed to a packet, and resided at Holyhead, where his hospitality unbounded charity, and kindness of heart, won hiin the affection of all who came within his circle. Captain Skinner was always chosen to convey the Viceroys to and from Ireland, and had the honor of rendering the same duty to the late King, who expressed himself highly pleased with his urbauity and attention. Captain Skinner was brother to Lady Nugent, wife of General Sir George Nugent, who with a numerous circle of relations and friends, deplore his death.
Countess of Jersey.-The sentiments of Lord Byron relative to the personal attractions of the Countess of Jersey (as expressed in his
Condolatory Address to her Ladyship, on the Prince Regent's returning her picture to Mrs. Mee) corresponds perfectly with that of the Emperor Alexander of Russia, who declared that the Countess of Jersey was the only lady he had seen, in his triumphal march, who came up to his preconceived ideal of beauty. It is no mean praise to have won the meed of loveliness from the greatest Poet and the greatest Sovereign of her day. We may add, that the purity of her life is more universally acknowledged than that of her charms; as on the latter, the diversity of tastes inight give rise to different notions, but, on the former, there can be but one opinion.
The Jews. It is stated in the Anglo-Germanic Advertiser (but we know not if on sufficient authority, or merely a rumor picked up from an eastern attendant at Leipsic fair), that the descendants of the lost ten tribes of Israel are to be found in Li Bucharia. They are said to amount to ten millions, to speak the language of Thibet, to observe the rite of circumcision, to keep the kipour, and to have readers and elders like the original Jewish people.
Phenomenon.-On Monday week, in the afternoon, two or three water spouts were visible at the same time off the North Foreland. One was funnel-shape, and estimated to be nearly 800 feet high. The wind was blowing fresh from the north, and the atmosphere surcharged with dark rain-clouds. Heavy thunder and lightning accompanied this extraordinary appearance, and the sea was affected for more than a mile.
M. Cuvier.–The French nation is doing for Cuvier what the British people are doing for Sir Walter Scott, raising a subscription to perpet. uate his memory by a visible and lasting monument. The managing committee have invited the authors of works on natural history, and other scientific writers of celebrity, to contribute copies of their works in aid of the fund ; and they make an earnest appeal to all who feel the immense void created in the literary world by the loss of their great contemporary
Inverkeithing.- In the battle of Inverkeithing, between the royalists and Oliver Cromwell's troops, a foster-father and seven brothers are known to have thus sacrificed themselves for Sir Hector Maclean of Duart : the old man, whenever one of his boys fell, thrusting forward another to fill his place at the right hand of the beloved chief, with the very words adopted in the novel, · Another for Hector !!
LYRICAL POETRY, BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and from the streams;
In their noonday dreams.
The sweet birds every one,
As she dances about the sun.
And whiten the green plains under,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
And their great pines groan aghast;
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Lightning my pilot sits
It struggles and howls at fits;
This pilot is guiding me,
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the lakes and the plains,
The Spirit he loves remains;
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
And his burning plumes outspread,
When the morning star shines dead;
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
Its ardors of rest and of love,
From the depth of heaven above,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
Which only the angels hear,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
Like a swarm of golden bees,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the noon's with a girdle of pearl ;
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Over a torrent sea,
The mountains its columns be.
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
Is the million colored bow;
'While the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I change, but I cannot die.
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
Build up the blue dome of air,
And out of the caverns of rain,
1 arise and unbuild it again.
The following exquisite lines will be acknowledged by all to belong to the class under which we have ranked them. But let the song speak for itself.
LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR.
The nightingale's complaint,
O lift me from the grass !
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My heart beats loud and fast,
Oh! press it close to thine again, Like sweet thoughts in a dream; Where it will break at last.
Change the measure. Here is tempest and rage conjured up by impassioned words.
111. The waters are flashing,
* And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou : The white hail is dashing,
And see'st thou, and hear'st thou : The lightnings are glancing,
And drive we not free
O'er the terrible sea,
I and thou?'
The whirld wind is rolling,
One boat-cloak did cover
Soft and low ;-
The earth is like ocean,
While around the lashed ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion :
Like mountains in motion, Bird, beast, man, and worm,
Is withdrawn and uplifted,
Sunk, shattered and shifted
To and fro.
iv. . Our boat has one sail,
In the court of the fortress And the helmsinan is pale ;
Beside the pale portress, A bold pilot I trow,
Like a blood-hound well beaten,
As a death-boding spirit,
Stands the grey lyrant father,
As ere clung to child,
The best, loveliest and last
Of his name !