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We give this week two more illustrations, | country scenery-enough to make one sigh, from an English designer, of the Poems of in this month of soft winds and sunshine, for GOLDSMITH.

The Landscape is a sweet bit of English
VOL. II.-10

brooks and trees.

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Commending both to our readers as happy | author, we run on to the ordinary miscellany helps to the appreciation of a most favorite of the week.

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I seen (thank Grace!)

This wondthrous place

(His Noble Honour MISTHER

H. COLE it was

That gave the pass,

And let me see what is there).

With conscious proide

I stud insoide

And looked the World's Great Fair in,

Until me sight

Was dazzled quite,

And couldn't see for staring.

There's holy saints

And window paints, By Maydiayval PUGIN; Alhamborough JONES Did paint the tones

Of yellow and gambouge in.

There's fountains there
And crosses fair;
There's water-gods with urrns;
There's organs three,
To play, d'ye see,

"GOD save the QUEEN," by turrns.

There's Statues bright

Of marble white

Of silver, and of copper;

And some in zinc,

And some, I think, That isn't over proper.

There's staym Ingynes,
That stands in lines,
Enormous and amazing,
That squeal and snort
Like whales in sport,
Or elephants a-grazing.

There's carts and gigs,
And pins for pigs;

There's dibblers and there's harrows,

And ploughs like toys

For little boys,

And elegant wheel-barrows.

For them genteels

Who ride on wheels,

There's plenty to indulge 'em;

There's Droskys snug

From Paytersbug,

And vayhycles from Bulgium.

There's Cabs on Stands

And Shandthry danns;

There's Wagons from New York here; There's Lapland Sleighs

Have crossed the seas,

And Jaunting Cyars from Cork here.

Amazed I pass

From glass to glass, Deloighted I survey 'em ; Fresh wondthers grows Before me nose In this sublime Musayum!

Look, here's a fan

From far Japan,
A sabre from Damasco;
There's shawls ye get
From far Thibet,

And cotton prints from Glasgow.

There's German flutes,
Marocky boots,

And Naples Macaronies;
Bohaymia

Has sent Bohay, Polonia her polonies.

There's granite flints

That's quite imminse,

There's sacks of coals and fuels, There's swords and guns,

And soap in tuns,

And Ginger-bread and Jewels.

There's taypots there,
And cannons rare;

There's coffins filled with roses;

There's canvas tints,

Teeth insthrumints

And shuits of clothes by MOSES.

There's lashins more

Of things in store,

But thim I don't remimber;

Nor could disclose

Did I compose

From May time to Novimber!

Ah, JUDY thru!

With eyes so blue,

That you were here to view it! And could I screw

But tu pound tu,

'Tis I would thrait you to it!

So let us raise

VICTORIA's praise.

And ALBERT's proud condition, That takes his ayse

As he surveys

This Cristial Exhibition.

LAY your designs with wisdom, carry them on with resolution, and, let the result be what it may, you will have discharged your duty.

ALL great spirits are unconscious of the work they do. The earth puts forth the poetry of the season without an effort, and Genius partakes of the blindness of Nature.

SOME have more pleasure in the exercise of benevolence than others have in receiving benefits.

To scold servants at their work is not the best way to increase their diligence, or to get it well done.

From "Bentley's Miscellany."

Upon a projection of a rock sat a young THE BLIND LOVERS OF CHAMOUNY. countenance; he was dressed in a sort of man, with a most touching and pleasing

From the French of Charles Nodier.

It was during a second visit to the beautiful and melancholy valley of Chamouny, that I became acquainted with the following touching and interesting story. A complete change of ideas had become absolutely necessary for me, I sought therefore to kindle those emotions which must ever be awakened by the sublime scenes of Nature; my wearied heart required fresh excitement to divert it from the grief which was devouring it, and the melancholy grandeur of Chamouny seemed to present a singular charm to my then peculiar frame of mind.

Again I wandered through the graceful forest of fir-trees, which surrounds the Village des Bois, and this time with a new kind of pleasure; once more I beheld that little plain upon which the glaciers every now and then make an inroad, above which the peaks of the Alps rise so majestically, and which slopes so gently down to the picturesque source of the Arveyron. How I enjoyed gazing upon its portico of azure crystal, which every year wears a new aspect! On one occasion, when I reached this spot, I had not proceeded very far, when I perceived that Puck, my favorite dog, was not by my side. How could this have happened, for he would not have been induced to leave his master, even for the most dainty morsel; he did not answer to my call, and I began to feel uneasy, when suddenly the pretty fellow made his appear ance, looking rather shy and uncomfortable, and yet with caressing confidence in my affection; his body was slightly curved, his eyes were humid and beseeching, he carried his head very low, so low, that his ears trailed upon the ground, like those of Zadig's dog; Puck, too, was a spaniel. If you had but seen Puck, in that posture, you would have found it impossible to be angry with him. I did not attempt to scold him, but nevertheless he continued to leave me, and return to me again; he repeated this amusement several times, while I followed in his track till I gradually came towards the point of his attraction; it appeared as if a similar kind of sympathy drew me to the same spot.

blue blouse, in the form of a tunic, and had a long stick of Cytisus in his hand; his whole appearance reminded me strongly of Poussin's antique shepherds. His light hair clustered in thick curls round his uncovered throat, and fell over his shoulders, his features wore an expression of gravity, but not of austerity, and he seemed sad though not desponding. There was a singular character about his eyes, the effect of which I could scarcely define: they were large and liquid, but their light was quenched, and they were fixed and unfathomable. The murmur of the wind had disguised the sound of my footsteps, and I soon became aware that I was not perceived. At length I felt sure that the young man was blind. Puck had closely studied the emotions which became visible in my face, but as soon as he discovered that I was kindly disposed towards his new friend, he jumped up to him. The young man stroked Puck's silky coat, and smiled good-naturedly at him.

"How is it that you appear to know me," said he, “for you do not belong to the valley I once had a dog as full of play as you, and perhaps as pretty, but he was a French water spaniel, with a coat of curly wool; he has left me like many others, my last friend, my poor Puck."

"How curious! was your dog called Puck, too?"

Ah, pardon me, sir," exclaimed the young man, rising, and supporting himself on his stick. "My infirmity must excuse me."

"Pray sit down, my good friend; you are blind, I fear?"

"Yes, blind since my infancy."
"Have you never been able to see ?"

"Ah, yes, but for so very short a time! yet I have some recollection of the sun, and when I lift up my eyes towards the point in the heavens where it should be, I can almost fancy I see a globe which reminds me of its color. I have, too, a faint remembrance of the whiteness of the snow, and the hue of our mountains."

"Was it an accident which deprived you of your sight?"

Yes, an accident which was the least of my misfortunes. I was scarcely more than

"Not here, not here, sir; this is Eulalie's seat, and since her departure nobody has occupied it."

Gervais proceeded :—

two years old, when an avalanche fell down | side, but he sprang up eagerly, and took from the heights of La Flégère, and crushed possession of the vacant place. our little dwelling. My father, who was the guide among these mountains, had spent the evening at the Priory; you can easily picture to yourself his despair when he "Eulalie,” replied I, seating myself in the found his family swallowed up by this hor-place from which he had just risen; "tell rible scourge. By the aid of his comrades, me about Eulalie, and yourself; your story he succeeded in making a hole in the snow, interests me." and was thus able to get into our cottage, the roof of which was still supported on its frail props. The first thing which met his eyes was my cradle; he placed this at once in safety, for the danger was rapidly increasing; the work of the miners caused fresh masses of ice to crumble, and served rather to hasten the overthrow of our fragile abode; he pushed forward to save my mother, who had fainted, and he was afterwards seen for a moment carrying her in his arms, by the light of the torches which burnt outside; and then all gave way. I was an orphan, and the next day it was discovered that my sight had been destroyed." "Poor child! so you are left alone in the to whom he was tenderly attached; the reworld, quite alone !"

"In our valley, a person visited by misfortune is never quite alone; all our good Chamouniers united in endeavoring to relieve my wretchedness: Balmat gave me shelter, Simon Coutet afforded me food, Gabriel Payot clothed me; and a good widow who had lost her children, undertook the care of me. She still performs a mother's part to me, and guides me to this spot every day in summer."

"And are these all the friends you have?" "I have had more," said the young man, while he placed his finger on his lips in a mysterious manner, "but they are gone."

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"I explained to you that my life had not been devoid of happiness, for Heaven compensates bountifully to those in misfortune, by inspiring good people with pity for their wretchedness. I lived in happy ignorance of the extent of my deprivation; suddenly, however, a stranger came to reside in the Village des Bois, and formed the topic of conversation in our valley. He was only known by the name of M. Robert, but the general opinion was, that he was a person of distinction, who had met with great losses and much sorrow, and consequently had resolved to pass his latter years in perfect solitude. He was said to have lost a wife,

sult of their union, a little girl, had occasioned him much grief, for she was born blind. While the father was held up as a model for his virtues, the goodness and charms of his daughter were equally extolled. My want of sight prevented me from judging of her beauty, but could I have beheld her she could not have left a more lovely impression on my mind. I picture her to myself sometimes as even more interesting than my mother."

"She is dead, then?" inquired I.

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"She is alive," said he, smiling bitterly; and he remained silent for a moment. do not know whether I told you that she was called Eulalie. Yes, her name was Eulalie, and this was her place;" he broke off abruptly. "Eulalie," repeated he, while he stretched out his hand as if to find her by his side. Puck licked his fingers, and looked pityingly at him: I would not have parted from Puck for a million.

"Calm yourself, Gervais, and forgive me

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