"I see the sparkling snow; I view the mountain tops ; "How truly grand the scene! "But the cloud-capp'd mountains rise, That shine with azure brightness. "And solitude, that friend so dear To soothe the heart refined.' - pp. 191, 192. The following was written three years later, at the age of eleven. It is from a poem called "Boabdil el Chico's Farewell to Granada." "The exiled monarch slowly turn'd away ; He could not bear to view those towers again, With scornful glances which she scarce represt. That proud Granada to her kings should bow.' "Yes! yonder towering spires are seized by Spain, 66 'Yes, thou art gone! thine ancient splendors fled; O'er thy gay towers the shroud of slavery thrown ; Thy proudest chiefs, thy noblest warriors dead, And all thy pride and all thy glory gone. "Farewell to Alhambra, dear home of my childhood! And his rays seem to linger, as if half-regretting They must leave the clear waves where so sweetly they quiver. Farewell, thou bright valley! I leave thee with sorrow; He paused, and the accents of heart-rending grief pp. 223, 224. The following, written at the age of fourteen, is interesting, not only from its poetical merit, but as showing how early the vague and melancholy aspirations of genius and sensibility found a place in her heart. 66 FRAGMENT. 'O, I have gazed on forms of light, "And I have heard the voice of song, "But while I glow'd at beauty's glance, "I have been happy, and my soul Free from each sorrow, care, regret, Yet ever in those hours of bliss, I long'd to find them happier yet. "Oft o'er the darkness of my mind, Some meteor thought has glanced at will, Why are these restless, vain desires, Which always grasp at something more Which burn unseen, unnoticed soar? "Well might the heathen sage have known pp. 268, 269. The following was written at the same age, and has all the smoothness and easy flow of a practised writer; TWILIGHT. "TWILIGHT! sweet hour of peace, Cease from thy tumult, thought! and fancy, cease! Thy magic power Steals o'er my heart like music's softest tone. "The golden sunset hues The gorgeous clouds their brighter radiance lose, So doth each wayward thought, Fade like thy tints, and muse itself to rest. "Cold must that bosom be, Which never felt thy power, Which never thrill'd with tender melody At this bewitching hour; When nature's gentle art Enchains the pensive heart; When the breeze sinks to rest, and shuts the fragrant flower. "It is the hour for pensive thought, For sadden'd joy, for chasten'd hope The soul should raise Its hymn of praise, That calm so sweet on life's dull stream is cast. "Wearied with care, how sweet to hail When all is silent but the whispering gale The trembling thoughts ascend, And borne aloft, the gates of heaven unclose. "Forth from the warm recess And peace, and love, and tranquil happiness. The purer feelings swell, The nobler powers revive, expand, and glow." pp. 272, 273. Her own writings occupy about two hundred pages, and among them is a well-constructed, gracefully versified tale of two cantos, and occupying about fifty pages, called "Lenore," written in the last year of her life. From the memoir it appears that much of what she wrote has not been printed, and that she also found time to make considerable progress in a great variety of studies; and all this is comprised within the space of a little more than fifteen years. Have the annals of recorded genius any thing to show more remarkable than this? ART. VI. Organic Chemistry in its Applications to Ag- the Manuscript of the Author, by LYON PLAYFAIR, Ph. THIS treatise makes a contribution to the cause of an improved Agriculture, of extraordinary value. It has been received with great interest in England, and will be read with equal eagerness by a large portion of our own people. Intelligent minds among us are everywhere awake to the immense and universal importance of the subject to which it relates. As a practical art, involving necessarily the existence of all other arts, and directly the uses and aids of many of them, the importance of the agricultural art cannot be overestimated. In an economical and political view, with the exception of the intellectual and moral interests of the community, which are also in some degree in abeyance to it, it is obviously by far the most important of all its interests, the department of its industry which most deserves the attention of the patriot, the philosopher, and the philanthropist, as the means of subsistence, and comfort, and the foundation of national wealth. Extensive as are the commercial enterprise and the manufacturing industry of Great Britain, yet her agricultural interests far transcend them. In France, more than one hundred and twenty million pounds of sugar are annually produced from the soil, where, little more than thirty years since, not a pound was grown; to say nothing of her products in silk and wine, which are in proportion. It is easy to see what a stake she has in agriculture. In China, a nation almost exclusively agricultural, for her various manufactures are mainly concerned in the products of her agriculture, where, besides her vast exports, more than three hundred and thirty millions of people are subsisted upon these products, we gather some impression of the immense importance of this art. There, likewise, the art has been carried to a higher perfection than in any other part of the |