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The Owl.

which enlivens all its fellow birds to chirp and sing, An indiscreet friend, says the provorb, is more than it goes back, and mopes under the most disdangerous than the naked sword of an enemy; and, mal corners. I have known many human persons - truly, there is nothing more fatal than the act of a to have those peesish fits, and to reject kindness as

misjudging ally, which, like a mistake in medicine, perversely ;-but who would look for such unnatuis apt to kill the unhappy patient it was intended ral humors in a simple bird? Wherewith, taking to cure.

the monkish fowl from its dull leafy cloisters, she This lesson was taught, in a remarkable manner, disposed him once more on the sunny lawn, where to the innocent Zerlina, a peasant; to conceive it made still fresh attempts to get away from the which, you must suppose her to have gone, by per-over-painful radiance, but was now become too feemission, into the garden of the Countess of Marizzo, ble and ill to remove. Zerlina, therefore, began to near the Arno, une beautiful morning of June. It believe that it was reconciled to its situation ; but was a spacious pleasure ground, excellently dis- she had hardly cherished this fancy, when a dismal posed, and adorned with the choicest specimens of film came suddenly over its large round eyes, and shrubs and trees, being bounded, on all sides by then, falling over upon its back, after one or two hedge-rows of laurels and myrtles, and such sombre slow gasps of its beak, and a few twitches of its evergreens, and in the midst was a pretty verdant aged claws, the poor martyr of kindness expired lawn, with a sun-dial. The numberless plants that before her sight. It cost her a few tears to witness belong to that bountiful season were then in full the tragical issue of her endeavors; but she was flower, and the delicate fragrance of the orange stull more grieved, afterwards, when she was told blossoms perfumed the universal air. The thrushes of the cruelty of her unskilful treatment; and the were singing, merrily, in the copses; and the bees, poor owl, with its melancholy death, were the frethat cannot stir without music, made a joyous hum- quent subject of her meditations. ming with their wings. All things were vigorous In the year after this occurrence, it bappened and cheerful, except one,-a poor owl, that had that the Countess of Marizzo was in want of a been hurt by a bolt from a cross-bow, and so had young female attendant, and, being much struck been unable, by day-light, to regain its accustomed with the modesty and lively temper of Zerlina, she hermitage, but sheltered itself under a row of lau. requested her parents to let her live with her. The rel trees and hollies, that afforded a delicious sha- poor people, having a numerous family to provide dow in the noon-tide sun. There, shunning and for, agreed very cheerfully to the proposal, and shunned by all, as it is the lot of the unfortunate, Zerlina was carried by her benefactress to Rome. he languished over his wound, till a flight of pert Her good conduct confirming the prepossessions sparrows espying him, he was soon forced to en- of the Countess, the latter showed her many marks dure a thousand twittings, as well as buffets, from of favor and regard, not only furnishing her handthat insolent race. The noise of these chatterers somely with apparel, but taking her as a compauattracting the attention of Zerlina, she crossed ion, on her visits, to the most rich and noble fami. over to the spot, and, lo! there crouched the poor lies, so that Zerlina was thus introduced to much bewildered owl, blinking with his large bedazzled / gaiety and splendor. Her heart, notwithstanding, eyes, and nodding as if with giddiness from his ached oftentimes under her silken dresses, for, in buffetings, and the blaze of unusual light. The spite of the favor of the Countess, she met with tender girl, being very gentle and compassionate many slights from the proud and wealthy, on acby nature, was no way repelled by its ugliness, but count of her humble origin, as well as much envy thinking only of its sufferings, took up the feather- and malice from persons of her own condition. ed wretch in her arms, and endeavored to revive it, She fell, therefore, into a deep melancholy, and by placing it on her bosom. There, nursing it with being interrogated by the Countess, she declared an abundance of pity and concern, slie carried it that she pined for her former humble, but happy to the grass plat, and, being ignorant of its habits, estate; and begged, with all humility, that she laid out the poor, drooping bird, as her own lively might return to her native village. The Countess spirits prompted her, in the glowing sunshine; for being much surprised, as well as grieved, at this she felt in her own heart, at that moment, the kind confession, inquired if she had ever given her cause and cheerful influence of the genial sun. Then, to repent of her protection; to which Zerlina rewithdrawing a liule way, and leaning against the plied with many grateful tears, but still avowing dial, she awaited the grateful change, which she the ardor of her wishes. “Let me return," said hoped to behold in the creature's looks; whereas, she, “ to my homely life,--this oppressive splendor the tormented owl, being grievously dazzled, and dazzles and be wilders me. I feel, by a thousand annoyed more than ever, hopped off again with humiliating misgivings and disgraces, that it is many piteous efforts, to the shady evergreens. foreign to my nature; my defects of birth and manNotwithstanding, believing that this shyness was ners making me shrink continually within myself, only because of its natural wildness, or fear, she whilst those who were born for its blaze, perceive, brought it back again to the lawn, and then, run- readily, that I belong to an obscure race, and taunt ning into the house for some crumbs to feed it with, me with jests and indignities for intruding on their the poor old owl, in the meantime, crawled partly sphere. Those also, who should be my equals, back, as before, to its friendly shelter of holly. are quite as bitter against me for overstepping their

The simple girl found it, therefore, with much station, so that my life is, thus, a round of perpetu wonder, again retiring towards those gloomy bush-al mortifications and uneasiness. Pray, therefore, es. Why, what a wilful creature is this, thought absolve me of ingratitude, if I long to return to my she, that is so loth to be comforted. No sooner native and proper shades, with their appointed have I placed it in the warm, cheerful sunshine, / habits. I am dying, like the poor owl, for lack of


Love's Captive.

By C. Da Ponte.

my natural obscurity.” The curiosity of the Countess being awakened by the last expression, Zerlina related to her the story of that unfortunate bird, and applied it, with a very touching commentary, to her own condition; so that the Countess was affected even to the shedding of tears. She immediately comprehended the moral, and carrying back Zerlina to her native village, she bestowed her future favor so judiciously, that instead of being a misfortune, it secured the complete happiness of the pretty peasant.

The captive, in his gloomy cell
Will hear, " the sun is shining bright;"
What heeds he of its magic spell ?
He is not wakened by its light-
Within his dark and dreary room
Day finds and leaves him in his gloom.

So when my heart was once bequeathed,
Placed on a shrine I dared not tell,
What heeded I the sounds that breathed
From lips I loved, alas ! too well.
Too well? yes, far too well: each breath
That breathed another's name was death!

Death! yes, the worst of deaths to me-
I could not live to see her smile
Upon another—could not see
Those sweet eyes beam on others, while
I felt that from those eyes so bright
I never more should drink delight.

Thus am I captive, worse than slave;
The slave may have his senses free;
But oh, I know not what can save
My soul from its idolatry.
I know not what can rend apart
The fetters that enchain my heart.

Origin of Balloons. What engaged the Messieurs Montgolfier in the research that led to the discovery of balloons, was the desire of inventing some engine, for the siege of Gibraltar, more effectual than floating batteries. This inclination, vague as it was in itself, inspired by their natural industry, and the interested inotive of filling up their hours of leisure from their manufactory, encouraged them to persevere, and not to be discouraged by many ineffectual attempts. At length they succeeded in forming a balloon. An experiment of Boyle, on the comparative weights of different kinds of air, suggested the first hint, and the trial gave earnest of their success. It is much the same with celebrated discoveries as with an illustrious family,—we are desirous of collecting the most trifling details of their origin.

A piece of silk, which Messieurs Montgolfier intended as linings for their clothes, appeared to them better adapted to physical experiments. By the assistance of a few seams, the silk soon took the form, more or less exact, of a globe. They found a mode of introducing forty cubic feet of air; the balloon escaped from their hands, and rose to the ceiling of the apartment. The joy of Archimedes, at solving his famous problem, could not have exceeded that of our two natural philosophers. They hastened to grasp their machine, and let it loose in the garden, where it rose beyond thirty feet. Having improved upon their first success by new experiments, they constructed the grand machine, which was elevated on the 5th of June, 1783. The globe was thirty-five feet in diameter. It was made of cloth, cased in oiled paper. They procured the gas with which it was filled, by a very simple and cheap process,-namely: burning moist straw, and different animal substances, as wool, and other greasy materials, more or less inflammable. This smoke, left to itself, raised the balloon out of sight, and to an elevation, calculated by some at three thousand feet,-by others, at six thousand. It descended again, ten minutes after, from the loss of gas which it enclosed. According to the calculation of Messieurs Montgolfier, the globe occupied the space of a volume of air of two thousand one hundred and fifty-six pounds in weight.

I know to love her now is shame-
Yet let the world condemn, deride,
Still do I doat upon her name !
I love her, weal or woe betide-
I love her! grant, great heaven, but this,

That dying, I may feel her kiss.
Nero York, September, 1835.

The Rose.

Go, lovely rose !

Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows

When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,

And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung

In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Hypocrisy. Many persons make a wonderful display of good will when you call on them; urge you to visit them often, and chide you for a long absence; when, at the same time, they are wishing you off, and will indulge in invidious remarks so soon as you are gone. There are many more of this class than superficial observers dreain of.

Then die! that she

The common fate of all things rare May read in thee,

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

Woman's Hand.

Women. There is scarcely in the whole scope of our en How unjust we are to woman!--most men who joyment-(it is a bold assertion—but ob, how true!) really study, begin to study after the age when a sensation more delightful than that arising from women are married. But women cannot study the warm touch of a woman's hand. Its very deli- after marriage. What do men know before tæentycacy and weakness, as it glides into a more strong five? About as much as women before eighteen. and manly grasp, is a fit emblem of the just confi. Look to the opportunities and encouragement of dence the heart is so desirous to bestow upon its men. Rivalry-conversation-clubs-lecturesdestined protector. And whilst the nerves thrill learned associations always living, talking, and over the soft fingers and the electricity of passion is listening-and always in the open air.-Look at firing every vein-whilst a spirit richer and more the opportunities and encouragement of womenrefined than thought itself, flutters in the bosom- most of them pass their lives almost, from neces. how the heart seems striving to expand itself into sity, in a room of perhaps twelve or fifteen feet that unutterable ecstacy of being, so seldom felt, so square; always surrounded by the same objectsimpossible to be described.

the same faces. To embroider and work muslinThe above beautiful extract will undoubtedly to whip children and direct servants-nay' to sucawaken reminiscences with every male reader. kle fools and chronicle small beer,' is not to be eduThe caption addressed itself to our attention. We cated. And yet our young whipper-snappers can speak for one, of the warm touch of a woman's affect to laugh at the understandings of womenhand--and though many years have passed since fools! Give women but half their opportunities, those thrilling feelings were enjoyed from such a or a little of their encouragement, and they outstrip contact, yet do they live in our memory as sensa- nineteen-twentieths of the men about them. tions of yesterday. The writer talks of the “electricity of passion”-alas, he does even less than

Generosity of the Lion. justice to the sensation; for ourselves, we can say that there was in our youthful veins, a very lara tales of the generosity of the lion. The following

The Arabs tell some singularly superstitious current of passion, as our boyish ears tingled to the has been related to us, as a fact, by different pe ashand of the mistress of our school.

ants; but I must confess that, like the generality

of Arab tales, it partakes of the marvellous; yet, A Kerry Schoolmaster. perhaps, with a melange of fable, there may be “Here by's (boys), shake a grain of straw along some kind of foundation of truth. They say, that the wall for the little girls to sit on-throw your when the lion seizes the cow of a peasant, he will turfs in the corner, and bring over my stool here permit the owner to carry away a portion, particuclose to the fire. I thought I'd tould you before. larly if he asks for it in the name of his mother, Felix, to bring a sod of turf every morning. Sit wife, or family, and takes it without showing any fear. down, sit down, I say, on the floor with the rest, and get your lesson, and don't let me see you neer Mind should mingle with mind, as much in the the fire all this blessed day. Now by's, what are converse with different sexes, as with those of the you about ? Silence ! A-b ab; b-a-g bag; Silence ! same; it is a species of humiliation to a woman of Jem Doherty, whip the door off the hinges and sense, to be treated with the whipped syllabub of clap it on this row of sods—there now, borrow a flattery, for personal charms with the baby fondbit of chalk from Kernaham, till I write a large ling, commonly misnamed gallantry, as it would hand copy. Hum, buz-ba, be, bi, bo, buz—Tony have been for Jupiter to have taken ambrosia from Flanaham, come over here. Arrah, why, but you the hands of his cup bearer, through a quill. When come, sir, when I bid you? See, here, spell me man meets his fellow he treats him as he would this word--Con-stan-ti-no-ple. By's, that's the name wish to be used the interests of fact, opinion, litof the grand Turk! See what it is to know navi-erature and the world, are discussed upon a footing gation. I don't suppose there's a man in the barony, of equality; wit is brightened by inutual corruscabarring myself and the priest, who can tell you tion, and wisdom schooled from argument and a who Constantinople is !"

sound expression of mutual opinion.

But how is it that the sexes meet? The greatest Things I have never seen.

trifler of our own sex is the most agreeable to the I have never seen such hard times as the present

other; arguinent or a confliction of sentiment bededly opposed to matrimony.—I have never seen

a les to a charge of pedantry. The whole art of in all my life.--I have never seen old maids deci- tween the two, is deemed rudeness; a conversation

scientific matters, subjects either of the parpretty girl that did not know it. I have never known a lawyer refuse a fee on account of his cli pleasing in the society of the fair, seems to be acent's poverty. I have never seen a woman that was

knowledged by all, as consisting (in the Scotch tongue tied.—I have never seen rich men prefer gentleman's phrase) in ‘booing and booing.' marrying poor girls. I have never seen but one lady use a bed wrench and pin to tighten her cor

Charity. sets.--I have never seen a woman die with the lock

If we were to consider extenuating circumstanjaw.

ces in the conduct of our neighbors as much as we do in our own, our consciences would have less of

the sin of uncharitableness to bear. But we are A woman's love is like the plant which shows always disposed to impute the worst motives... its strength the more it is trodden on.

those around us and reserve the best for ourselves.

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