and young plants he might collect in his expeditions; that he might be enabled to send to France only the finest young trees, which are very superiour to those that are taken fresh from the woods. When he made excursions into the interiour parts of the country, he left his son at Charleston, to direct the culture of his plants. He understood packing so well, as to be able to put several hundred feet of trees in one box, which arrived in a good condition in France. These boxes were always accompanied with directions for the cultivation of the different trees, and an account of the uses to which they might be applied. This correspondence was addressed to the Abbé Nolin, director of the nurseries.

In the month of April he sat out to ascertain the sources of the Savannah; it was there he discovered the magnolia auriculata, the azalea coccinea, a new species of kalmia, the rhododendrum minus, the robinia viscosa, several kinds of oak, and a variety of trees, which, though not unknown to botanists, had never yet been cultivated in our gardens.

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Encouraged by these discoveries, he determined to ascend the Alleghany mountains. He gained friends among the Indians, took new guides from amongst them, paid them in advance part of the price agreed upon, and promised them a reward on their return, and ascended with them the rivers which fall into the Savannah. In these uninhabited tracts the forests are impenetrable, and the only paths are those made by bears. The bed of torrents is the only practicable route, and it is often necessary to ford or to cross them upon trees thrown over for the purpose. On the banks are sometimes marshes which sink under the feet, and sometimes prickly shrubs which tear the flesh. carious spoils of the chase, or sour fruits that may chance to be found. Michaux had lost two of his horses, and he kept the third to carry his collections. Had he taken provisions, the Indians would not have been provident enough to make them last. He confided to their fidelity, of which he had never reason to complain, but their want of consideration often gave him uneasiness; it was necessary never to lose sight of them, and he was often obliged to run to keep up with them; he had acquired their boldness, and of all the Europeans they had known, he had in their opinion the most sense. people of your country are very stupid," they used to say to

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him; "they do not know how to live in a forest, and if they lose themselves they cannot recover their way."

When Michaux found an agreeable spot, he cut some boughs and constructed a little wigwam, made excursions in the neighbourhood, and came back to pass the night there and deposit his collections. The Indians went out hunting, and returned in the evening to light the fire and dress their game. I must here remark, that they always boil instead of roasting their meat. Prepared in the latter way it is more agreeable to the taste, but when it must be eaten without vegetables, it heats and disorders the body in a few days.

I will not stop to detail all the dangers that our traveller ran in these solitudes, where he was continually obliged to climb steep rocks, to leap over torrents, and walk upon the trunks of decayed trees which crumbled beneath his feet, where an awful darkness obscures the woods, produced by the thickness of the trees, by the liannes which interlace their branches, and still more by a thick fog which almost alway covers these damp mountains. Michaux had found a new species of pavia, of clethra, of azalea, and of rhododendrum. He was animated by enthusiasm, and insensible to fatigue. Arrived at the source of the river Tennessee on the further side of the mountain, he found a delightful plain of a mile in length, covered with delicious strawberries; he took up some of the plants which succeeded in France. This was his journey's end; he returned to Charleston, where he arrived the 6th of July, after a journey of three hundred leagues, through Carolina and Georgia. In the southern part of the latter state he found a tree resembling the Jesuit's bark, used by the natives in fevers, and which will probably be very useful in medicine. This tree, which he has made known under the name of Pinckneya pubens, can bear the winter of our southern departments. is now cultivated by M. Cels, in the garden of the museum.

(To be continued.)

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Anacreon has sung his barbiton, and Horace his lyre. Every modern magazine has its sonnets to guitars, Aeolian harps, etc. That you may not be excepted from the number, I send you the following address

TO A HAND ORGAN.

Our on your noise, ye blastit wight,
That breaks my slumbers ilka night,
Grindin your tunes for very spite

Through thick and thin!
Ye'd make a Christian swear outright
To hear your din.

Sure ye must be some smoutie ghost
Let loose frae hell's infernal coast;
Ane of auld Clootie's muckle host,
An' yelpin choir,

Sic as he keeps to skelp and roast
Wi' brunstane fire.

Did ye but ken the pangs I feel

To lay and list your cursed squeel,

Ye wad na grind anither peal

Sae harsh and deep ;

But gang in pitie to the deil,

An' let me sleep.

There is na musick in your din,

Nay, sic a discord ye begin,

Ye jar the very windows in

Wi' tortured tune;

If murder be a deadly sin,

Ye'll rue it soon.

To please the deil auld Orpheus played,

And for his wife i' fiddlin paid.

On dolphin's tail Arion rade

The billows stripin.

Baith drew the oaks frae hill to glade
By dint o' pipin.

But ye wad do things greater still;
Your noise wad drown a water mill,

Ye'd scare the woods and split the hill,
Sae great your power.

And ony mortal wight ye'd kill
In half an hour.

If pilgrimage to holy shrine

Wad stap your unco gratin whine,
Or souse ye in the Red Sea's brine
For aye to sleep;

Right soon I'd make the penance mine,
And think it cheap.

But if ye heed nor prayer nor spell,
And winna stap that croakin yell

For a' poor bard can sing or tell,
Or ony boon;

I'll try if brickbats can avail

To change your tune.

ANACREON ODE V. LITERALLY TRANSLATED.

THE rose of the Loves
Let us mingle with wine;
The rose with fair leaves
On our brows having twin'd,
Let us drink, sweetly smiling.
The rose! surpassing flower!
The rose the Spring's delight!
To gods the rose is dear!

Cytherea's son with roses
Enwreathe's his silken locks,
Among the Graces dancing.

I'll crown myself; and, chanting
O Bacchus, round thine altar,
(With maids of swelling bosom)
And chaplets twin'd with roses
Circling my brow, I'll dance.

SELECTED POETRY.

The following Stanzas are extracted from Walter Scott's new and elegant poem, ." The Lady of the Lake," just published by W. Wells and T. B. Wait and Co. They describe the incan tations and curses of the half-pagan, half-christian Monk in the preparation of the FIERY CROSS. This was sent round by a trusty messenger to raise the clan, and at sight of it every man from sixteen to sixty, capable of bearing arms, was obliged instantly to repair in his best accoutrements to the place of rendezvous.

'Twas all prepared ;.....and from the rock,

A goat, the patriarch of the flock,
Before the kindling pile was laid,
And pierced by Roderick's ready blade.
Patient the sickening victim eyed
The life-blood ebb in crimson tide,
Down his clogged beard and shaggy limb,
Till darkness glazed his eyeballs dim.
The grisly priest, with murmuring prayer,
A slender crosslet framed with care,
A cubit's length in measure due;
The shaft and limb were rods of yew,
Whose parents in Inch-Cailliach wave
Their shadows o'er Clan-Alpine's grave,
And, answering Lomond's breezes deep,
Sooth many a chieftain's endless sleep.
The Cross, thus formed, he held on high,
With wasted hand and haggard eye,
And strange and mingled feelings woke,
While his anathema he spoke.

"Woe to the clans-man, who shall view
This symbol of sepulchral yew,

Forgetful that its branches grew

Where weep the heavens their holiest dew
On Alpine's dwelling low !

Deserter of his Chieftain's trust,

He ne'er shall mingle with their dust,
But, from his sires and kindred thrust,
Each clans-man's execration just

Shall doom him wrath and woe."
He paused;.....the word the Vassals took,
With forward step and fiery look,
On high their naked brands they shook,
Their clattering targets wildly strook ;
And first, in murmur low,

Then, like the billow in his course,
That far to seaward finds his source,