familiarly as if they had always been his companions. On one occasion he ascended in a balloon for the pleasure of having a distant view of the earth; another time as bold, though less learned than Pliny, he advanced to the brink of the crater of Vesuvius at the moment of one of its most violent eruptions.

"One would be tempted to think that it is to his French blood he owes that daring spirit of adventure which he has evinced all his life. During his early youth he served in the Saxon guards, where he made himself remarkable by many singular exploits, and among others, as I have heard from one of his old comrades, (General de Leyser,) by several duels which he fought in the space of four years.

"In the year 1813, the Prince, like many of his countrymen, took up arms against France, and served with distinction as Lieutenant-Colonel and Aide-de-Camp of the Grand Duke of Weimar, who confided to him the command of many important expeditions. Although he could not hesitate about taking up arms against the oppressor of his country, he was nevertheless a great admirer of Napoleon; he has been heard to say that by a singular chance, he had followed as an eye-witness the course of that great man's history in the three decisive epochs of his life-his coronation, his marriage with Marie Louise, and his abdication. Napoleon was most probably ignorant of the Prince's admiration of him; if not, he made a very ungrateful recompence for it, for he had him arrested at Bautzen by a detachment of his guard upon some false suspicions. The Prince was indebted for his liberty to the interference of General Radet, who had been acquainted with him either at Rome or at Paris. At the restoration, Louis XVIII. bestowed the cross of St. Louis upon the Prince.

"After the war, his Highness' estates passed under the Prussian dominion; he went to reside at Berlin, where he became a great favourite, and after some time married the daughter of Prince Hordemberg, Chancellor of Prussia, and then in the zenith of power.

"What are the causes that have led to his retreat from the world I cannot say, but during several years he has entirely quitted public life. He resides almost always in the country in a noble mansion with an immense park and magnificent gardens. Dividing his time between study, agriculture, the chase, and rural pleasures. He exercises the most princely hospitality to all who seek him in his retreat. It is not long since the Prince Royal of Prussia, with his august Spouse, and Prince Charles of Prussia have been his guests at Muskau: which has acquired some celebrity in Prussia for the beauty of its site and its mineral waters."

SKETCHES OF NATURAL HISTORY. No. III.

THE FRIEND.

This animal is amphibious, being found equally on land or water. It is furnished with wings or flying feet, on which it can carry itself away at pleasure. In its nature it partakes of the Camelion species, and changes its hue with changing circumstances. It loves the sunshine, and has a strong disrelish to the shade. In summer it may almost always be found basking in glowing spots beneath a bright sky, but the moment the clouds begin to gather, and the winter-storm comes on, like the sensitive leaf, it shrinks from the touch of the hand that has fostered it, or wholly disappears. There are instances, however, on record, where the FRIEND has remained unchanged through all the varieties of seasons or climate; but these are very rare, and in the FEMALE genus seldom if ever occur!

THE PASSIONS.

WRITTEN BY MRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON.
No. V.
CHEERFULNESS.

CHEERFULNESS, of ruddy mein,
In a cottage-vale is seen,
(Where her tale the Gossip tells)
Listening to the chiming bells!
She-a buskin'd Huntress bold,
'Mid sylvan haunts her Court doth hold,
Distant from the City's strife,
And all the pageantry of Life.
Seek her not amid the throng
Where Grandeur rolls his car along;
Seek her not amid the train

Of Fashion's slaves-or seek in vain!
Nor yet within the desert cell
Where the lone Hermit loves to dwell.
From all these scenes the Nymph doth fly
With hurried step and scornful eye.
Child of Health and peaceful hours,
Seek HER in the hamlet-bowers,
Where the purple grape they press-
Where the mountain vine they dress.
Seek HER on the smiling plain,
'Mid yellow Harvest's golden grain-
Seek HER in the meadows gay,
When maidens toss the scented hay.
There where rustic Labour dwells-
From the heart her music swells-
When at morn she wanders free
With whistling cow boy o'er the lea;
While her voice doth seldom fail
To warble o'er the milk-maid's pail,
As thro' the mead she homeward hies,
When summer twilight shades the skies.

ORIGINAL POETRY, Written expressly for this Work.

SONGS OF THE WELL.

BY MRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON.

"We saw a pleasing procession formed by the young women of the island coming, with songs, and carrying their pitchers on their heads from this fountain (the Fountain of Syra). Here they are met by their lovers, who bear a part in the general chorus. It is also the scene of their dauces, and therefore the favourite rendezvous of the youth of both sexes. The Eleusinian womeu practised a dance about a well which was called Callichorus, aud the dance was also accompanied by songs in honour of Ceres. These "Songs of the Well" are still sung in other parts of Greece, as well as in Syra. De Guys says he has seen the young women in Prince's Island assembled in the evening at a public Well suddenly strike up a dance, while others sung in concert to them. The ancient poets composed verses which were sung by the people while they drew the water, and were expressly denominated "Songs of the Well."-Dr. Clark's Travels in Greece.

No. I.

The Maidens came down to the fountain for water,

When the Crescent of Ev'ning rose bright o'er the hill; And 'mid the gay group came Eleusia's fair daughter, Her pure marble urn from the fountain to fill. Around her slight form was the purple robe flowing, Jewels and gold on her soft bosom shone; Bright was the glance her dark eyes were bestowing, But the peace of the Maiden for ever was gone. Where is the Youth, with his scented locks streaming, Wont to draw water at eve from the spring? "Tis of him that the heart of the Maiden is dreaming, While her gayer companions in merriment sing. He's gone from the sheep-fold, he's gone from the fountain, His footsteps no longer resound thro' the grove; He has joined the wild horde on the far-distant mountain, Nor can Syra's sad Daughter awaken his love.

Hail to this still and solemn hour,
When pensive thought assumes her pow'r;
Each feeling rules with high controul,

And calms and elevates the Soul;
Lifts her above this world of woe;
Bids her with holy feelings glow;
Bow meekly to affliction's rod;

'Midst silence commune with her God!
Say, does not this a joy bestow

That Mirth's gay scenes can never know?
This hour the absent and the dead
Recalls-the roses time has shed;
Memory relumes each fleeting scene
Of joys long past, that once have been.

ANNETTE.

THE ADIEU AND FAREWELL.

There is a magic in the word ADIEU
Which makes the lowliest thing not lowly deemed,
And kindles in the breast affections new

For those we have not hitherto esteemed.
If we feel pain when we should sever'd be

Even from things and friends we love not well, What torture will be mine to breathe to thee That with'ring, hope-dispelling word, FAREWELL? W. H. W.

THE COQUET's REFLECTIONS.

BY J. E. CARPENTER.

This is my birth-day-I'm afraid

As I so long have tarried;

'Tis just as my Papa has said,
I never shall get married.
Oh I could cry, to think that I,
Who've travelled Spain and France,
Should thus be left alone to sigh,
Without a single chance.

When I came out, nine years ago,
(Nine years ago! how vexing
That folks can count the seasons so.)
I'm twenty-nine!-perplexing.
I'd many Beaux, but not one chose;
Would I had never flirted:
Not one of them could e'er propose,
And now I'm quite deserted.

They call'd me once the lovely Rose,
The Rose without a thorn;

To pluck the flower no one chose:
They left me "all forlorn."
Mr. Francis, fond of dances,
Took me to play and ball,
Sonnets on my eyes and glances
He wrote-but that was all.
There's Mr. Jones I thought too old
Has married a young wife;
And Mr. Belton, as I'm told,
Is also tied for life.

But worst of all is Mr. Thrall,
His children visit us;

I own I liked him best of all.
Why did he use me thus ?
Young Mr. Watkins courted me,
But ran off with my sister
One ev❜ning while I made the tea,
And wedded e'er we miss'd her.
How often, too, they gave me rings,
But yet I ne'er was told

That I should change such gaudy things
For one of pure plain gold.
Would I had half a chance-alas!
I, who had once a score,
Study in vain before my glass,

In hopes to catch one more.

You whose young hearts are light and gay,
Whose love-lit eyes entrance,

Take heed lest you should have to say,
I've not A SINGLE CHANCE.

JOURNAL OF MISERIES.

"We are born to trouble."

had new

Went to Covent Garden to see young Kean: caught in the rain at the bottom of Long Acre; no coach to be had; got wet through; spoiled a pair of shoes; green stain ran off the umbrella on to a new bonnet; got in rather too late; could not find a seat; tired, wet, and cold before the curtain drew up; got a seat at the end of the first act; caught a new gown in the flap of the seat-tore it the cross-way of the stuff; came out early; got a coach; very cold; no glass to the window on one side; rained in; broke down at the Horse Guards; obliged to walk to Pimlico in the rain; could not get in for ten minutes; found servant asleep, and the fire out. Invited to meet a party at Mrs. dress made; ready early, but no coach; did not rain, so walked; chimney sweep ran against my silk dress; turning round to speak, my bonnet knocked off by a porter's load; vexed a good deal; at the narrow part of the Strand was literally covered with mud by a carriage driving swiftly along the gutter; obliged to turn back; dress totally spoiled; servants had kitchen full of company; my best china in use, and hot supper cooking; cried with vexation, and retired for the evening. Took tickets for -'s benefit; box taken, and places kept; snug party; Miss Twiss very late; coach at door waiting; set off without her; got to the Theatre, and found I had left all the tickets at home; waited while Mr. -- went back; very long gone; came at last; went up to the box; found it quite full; blamed the box-keeper; found places had been kept three minutes after the time; obliged to stand all the while; almost crushed to death; when half-price came in, got out with difficulty; found my watch and neck-chain had been stolen; would not have lost them for £50; walked home; missed two of my party; found supper spoiled; very miserable all the evening; servant let a tureen of butter fall on my best Turkey carpet; Mr. R. broke my best china bowl; and after dismissing my company, my foot canght in the rug, knocked the candlestick through the drawing-room chimney-glass, and to save myself pulled the cover from the sideboard, brought down my cut glass, and lacerated my arm with the fragments; bound it up; went to bed, and sobbed myself to sleep.

TABITHA BRamble.

ODDS AND ENDS.

"A thing of shreds and patches."-Shakespeare.

CHESS.-One Sessa, an Indian, having first found out the game of Chess, and shewed it to his prince Shebram, the King, who was highly pleased with it, bid him ask what he would for the reward of his invention; whereupon he asked, that, for the first little square of his chessboard, he might have one grain of wheat given him; for the second, two; and so on, doubling continually according to the number of squares in the chess-board, which was 64. And when the king, who intended to give a noble reward, was much displeased that he had asked so trifling a one, Sessa declared that he would be contented with this small one. So the reward he had fixed upon was ordered to be given to him; but the king was soon astonished to find that this would amount to so vast a quantity, that the whole earth itself could not furnish so much wheat, and he was glad to compromise the matter with his artful subject.

QUERY.-Why is Oxford street like a thief's progress?

Two names I bear, but when I use but one,
I then pass current and my value bring;
Then some aver, all good beneath the sun,

And evil, too, is known from me to spring;
But when entire I am, some folks will say,
"I'd rather not your favours have to-day;"
Is it because I'm old and rather thin
I'm thus rejected' Age is not a sin!
Nor is my loss of substance caused by those
Who keep me snug and hide me in the hose,
As did the Dame of old, who, when in bed,
Conceal'd her well-fill'd stocking 'neath her head;
No, no! but from hard work, which, in my time,
I've had to do in ev'ry place and clime.
Ah, ah! as yet you guess me not! that's plain,
But if you'll patience have I'll more explain :
In England for my first man pays my second,
A tax detestable by all men reckoned;
And one, my good Lord Brougham, there is not
Amongst its statutes more deserves a blot.
Now I'm so plain, that those who run may read,
Out with it then at once! in time of need,
And gain your country's thanks—a glorious meed!

Snatch'd from the treasures of the mine,
See the rich ore with lustre shine,
In forms of varied mould;
Ingenious Man exerts his art
To beautify each valu'd part,

And shapes the RING OF GOLD.
Dear little symbol! may the hand,
When once encompass'd by thy band,
O! never, never prove
Those vows inconstant or untrue,
Which freely at thy pleasure flew,

From the sweet voice of love.
And as thy circlet doth display
An emblem of eternal day,

So may the WEDDING RING;
A ceaseless source of joy impart,
To every tender wearer's heart,
And endless comfort bring.
And when the hand resigns thy grace,
And coldly lies in death's embrace,

Still may the semblance be,
Memorial true of that delight
Bestow'd upon her spirit bright,
Through long eternity.

ANSWER TO ENIGMA IN No. XVIII.
Great ALEXANDER, when thy tears once flowed,
That worlds did fail thee to be won;

Thy mental weakness, they too plainly showed,
Unlike wise Philip's bravest son.

Thy sway has ceased-so fallen has mighty RoME.
Proud sons of CARTHAGE where is now thy home?
Brave HECTOR, too, has left us but his name,
To say a Warrior liv'd, of deathless fame,
1 thank thee, IRIS, for thy bow so bright,
Beam on me still with hues of varied light.
MNEMOSYNE how well thy pow'rs supply
Our past delights by pleasing memory.
When to thy fields, ELYSIUM, I repair,
I'll taste its sweetness and ambrosial air.
Welcome, DIANA, with thy silvery bow,
Do thou midst evening shades my pathway show.
EUTERPE, Goddess of the lute and lyre,
With harmony divine my soul inspire.
Doth SOMNUS now with drowsy arts prevail?
Ah, well! I care not, since I've closed my tale.
Thus have I sought, nor left the classic ground,
"Till, ARCHIMEDE's like, the task I've found. T. S.

We request that Books and Music for Review, together with all Communications to the Editor, may be sent (postpaid) early in the week, to Mr. Marshall, 164, Fleet Street. It is the Editor's intention to commence a series of Poetical Illustrations of some of the popular Engravings of the day, particularly Female Portraits; and Printsellers are requested to forward them for the purpose.

Part 4, with a SPLENDID COLOURED PLATE of the FASHIONS for MARCH, may be had of all the Booksellers.

G. BERGER, Holywell-street, Strand, and Westley and Co., Bristol.

Printed by J. R. Marshall, 164, Fleet-street.

DESCRIPTION OF THE ENGRAVING.

EVENING DRESS.-It is composed of gros de Naples of a very delicate shade of fawn colour. The body cut square, and of a delicate height, is made flat to the shape. Long sleeves between the gigot and Amadis form; they are exceedingly wide at the upper part, moderately so towards the middle of the arm, and quite tight at the wrist. They are trimmed from the bend of the arm to the wrist with knots of intermingled coral and fawn coloured gauze ribbon. A mantilla pelerine of black blond lace falls very low over the back and shoulders; the

fronts form a stomacher, and passing under the waist ribbon, descend nearly to the knee. A twisted rouleau of gauze ribbon, bordered with very narrow lace, trims the top of the mantilla, and terminates in a knot in the centre of the bosom. The head-dress is composed entirely of coral and fawn coloured gauze ribbon, arranged partly in bands, and partly in bows; they form a coiffure of a most novel and becoming kind. The ear-rings and bracelets are of gold and coral. The sitting figure presents a back view of the dress in white gros de Naples, embroidered in forget-me-nots. A white blond mantilla, and head-dress of pea-green and fawn-coloured gauze ribbon.

FASHIONS OF THE WEEK.

BALL HEAD-DRESSES OF HAIR-Fashion seems to be of accord with reason in this respect at least, for the hair is arranged in so many ways, that every body possessed of a moderate degree of judgment and taste, may choose a mode at once becoming and fashionable. We observed a good many ladies with their hair combed off the forehead, and arranged in full tufts of corkscrew ringlets at the sides. The hair turned up tightly behind formed a cluster of bows a little on one side, near the summit of the head. Some of these head-dresses were ornamented with gold combs, a large one placed behind, and a small one inserted in the tuft of ringlets on each side of the forehead. Others, and these last were the most numerous, were decorated with a very small wreath of flowers, which twining round the bows of hair behind, crossed in front, and descended on each side to the ringlets in which the ends were inserted; a full-blown rose or a fancy flower placed on the right side completed a very pretty coiffure. A simple but very becoming style of head-dress was formed by the hair being lightly bowed on the forehead, and a single curl on each side. The hind hair was plaited and arranged something in the form of a coronet, but of small size on the summit of the head. On each side of this ornament was a full knot of gauze ribbon, the ends of which descended on the throat. A third head-dress, which we consider peculiarly adapted for very young ladies, was formed by the hair being combed back from the forehead, and turned up very tightly in a cluster of long slender bows quite at the back of the head. A wreath of flowers brought from the base of the bows round the forehead was the only ornament adopted with these head-dresses. We observed some young married ladies with their hair in full curls on the forehead, and disposed in two large bows on one side. A sprig of roses or jessamine, or a bouquet of three marabou feathers, was placed close to the bows on the right side.

"Sister Spirits of the Night!

Meet me when the moon is bright, By the chaste Castalian rill, When the cares of day are still!" Miss BLUEMANTLE. Well, my little Secretary, you seem fatigued.

Miss SCRIBBLE-CUM-DASH. Indeed, Lady President, you say truly. My fingers ache with opening letters, and my eyes are weary in perusing all sorts of hand-writing, from the elegant Italian text to the downright scribble. Miss B. Well, and what does your blue bag produce this week?

Miss S. Answers without end to the Riddles and

Charades. I think we must publish a supplementary Number, and oblige all our correspondents in this line, for many are too good to be lost.

Miss B. We have it in contemplation. By the way, we request our Correspondents who favour us with Riddles, &c. will at the same time send us solutions, as we are sometimes puzzled ourselves to know if the answers

are correct.

Miss S. A letter signed OBADIAH YOUNG-CASTLE (hands it to the President).

Miss B. Obadiah accuses us of being aristocratical, and enemies to the humbler classes of our own sex, because in a late Number of our Work we printed a very sensible paper headed FEMALE SERVANTS. We beg to inform Mr. O. Y. that he is quite as mistaken in bringing such a charge against us, as he is ridiculous in requesting our

pages may in future" advocate the cause of the kitchen and the scullery!" There, though not aristocratical himself, his communication was certainly intended for the GRATE (you smile, Ladies-well, I'll pay my fine for the pun). There we will no longer detain OBADIAH'S epistle from its proper place (puts it into the fire). What else?

Miss S. A large packet from G. RABONE.

Miss B. He is a kind and useful coadjutor, and will always meet a welcome from us. As he is a bachelor, doubtless he will not object to receive a line from our fair Secretary. Will he give us his address?

Miss S. A communication from A. L. I., through the hands of a friend at BRIXTON.

Miss B. Had A. L. I. no other claim than being introduced by that friend, he would be esteemed, but his own talents render him doubly valued.

Miss S. P. T. X., Leamington.

Miss B. (smiling.) A SHARP Communication: it shall meet attention in due time. Any more? Miss S. Oh, dozens! A. L., Deptford. Miss B. To his query we respond YES-certainly acceptable, if suited to our pages.

Miss S. A Dialogue, purporting to be, the writer says, between a love-sick maiden and a wise man-a Stoic." The author begs to be "noticed in our pages."

Miss B. Then we beg once for all to inform this Correspondent that we never admit any thing but coMMON SENSE there, and certainly should call our own in question if we inserted any thing we have yet read in this hand-writing. (Waving her hand.) Nay, "no more— I'll hear no more."

Miss S. Yes, just these three.

Miss B. Beginning "SIR." Oh! they cannot belong to our Council, as surely all our readers must know by this time that we are "of the feminine gender." There, that will do. All who have not received individual answers must consider that they are thanked, and shall meet every attention from us when opportunity serves. Ah here's Bloomer. [Enter Mrs. Bloomer. You are a truant to-night, Widow.

Mrs. B. Why, I waited till you had disposed of the business with your Secretary before I intruded.

Miss B. Well, now I'm at your service. What have you been reading this week for our edification?

Mrs. B. "Schinderhannes, the Robber of the Rhine," from the powerful and magic pen of Leitch Ritchie. It is a delightful production, full of graphic sketching and vivid colouring, and formis an excellent companion to the "Ghost Hunter," of which it is the successor in the "Library of Romance,

"

Miss B. You speak, warmly in praise of this RobberChief. Come, let us hear an extract.

Mrs. B. I select one at random, where I open the book, for I cannot be wrong. (Reads.)

Carl retraced his steps, his head reeling, and his heart burning with the torture of Tantalus. After threading some obscure streets, he at length reached a spacious mansion, which, although completely dark without, was brilliantly lighted up within.

He paused in an ante-chamber, and looked with a sink. ing heart into the interior, which was full of company, clustering eagerly round the table. There seemed to be a repulsive property in the very atmosphere which prevented him from entering; and, as he thought of the good angel" whose protection he had rejected, a feeling approaching to faintness came over him, and he leaned for support against the doorpost.

"Thunder of heaven!" cried one of the gamesters, rushing past him, “it is of no use; I will play no more. What, Benzel, art thou asleep, or ruined ?

The speaker was a young man, about Carl's own age, and possessing equal advantages of person. There was, however, in his manner, particularly when he laboured under moment by many of the youth of Germany; and at such any excitement, a dash of vulgar ferocity, affected to this times a foreigner could hardly have believed him to be a man accustomed to good society. His dress was half military, half civilian; and instead of wearing his sword con