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From "Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine." THE VISION OF POLYPHEMUS.

And I find that indigestion

Must engender misanthropy.
So I beg that from your comradeg-

Be they under ones or upper-
You will straight select a proper

Subject for my evening supper!" So spoke Giant Polyphemus :

And, by way of oath, & snore
Issued from his bloated nostrils,

Shaking the Sicilian shore.
By the crackling fire he laid him,

Stretch'd his monstrous limbs supine,
Then betook him to his slumber,
Gorged with flesh and drunk with wine.

In the noontide of the summer,

When the sea had gone to sleep,
And the purple haze was girdling

All the islets of the deep;
When the weed lay still and floating

From the rock whereon it grew,
And the mirror of the ocean

Seemed a lower heaven of blue; Then I lay amidst the sea-pinks,

Poring on the ancient song
Of the wise and brave Ulysses,

Kept from Ithaca so long.
Coast by coast I traversed with him,

From Sigæum's distant strand,
Through the clustering heaps of islands,

To the lonely Lotos land. Thence again, until at morning

Rose the sweet Sicilian hills,
With their wooded gorges cloven

By the leaping of the rills.
And I saw them heave the anchor-

Saw them bounding on the shore-
Saw them rolling on the meadows,

Freed from labor at the oar-
Saw then there, like joyous children,

Milking ewes beneath the shade; Quafting draughts more sweet than nectar,

From the bowls that nature made. Undisturb'd I left them roaming

Sleep at length came down on me: Twas the influence of the season, Not the weight of Odyssey !

But a wailing filled the cavern,

From the wretched creatures bound“O Ulysses! rise and save us

Save us from that hell-born hound ! Are we not thine own companions ?

Have we not been true to thee? Valiant offspring of Laertes,

Cut our bonds, and set us free But Ulysses slowly answer'd,

And his cheek was wan and white“ If you make so loud a shrieking

All of us must die to-night!
Don't you see the Giant's sleeping ?

Let him sleep a little longer !"
But in answer to Ulysses

Rose the cry of terror stronger. “ Can it be our lord and chieftain

Who such abject counsel speaks ? Is it thou, indeed, Ulysses

Thou the wisest of the Greeks? Have we not beheld our comrades

Swallow'd by that monster there? Lie we not the next for slaughter,

Writhing, moaning in despair ? Oh, by all the toils we suffer'd,

Far with thee at windy TroyBy the honor of thy princess,

By the life-blood of thy boy, Come and help us, 0 Ulysses !

Save us ere we perish wholly !" But the chief again responded,

In a tone of melancholy“ If it seemeth to Athenė,

And to Zeug correct and proper, That the whole of you should perish

On the spit or in the copper, What availeth lamentation ?

Cries are but of little use ; Therefore bow ye to the sentenco Or Athene and of Zeus!”

But my spirit travelld onwards

With that old adventurons crewAncient story hath its symbols,

That may well concern the new. In my dream, I saw them lying

Ten or twelve-the last remains Of the Ithacan persuasion,

Bound in most unpleasant chains. Only one was free from fetters;

He, the fattest of the whole, For the hideous one-eyed giant

Turned the spit, and filled the bowl. And I shudder'd as I saw it;

For I knew within my dream Twas Ulysses, the Fundholder, Serving Giant Polypheme !

With a chuckle said the monster,

“ If you're wise, you'll not provoke me: Serve me up another dainty,

For the last did nearly choke me. You're my cook-you're used to Peeling

Well, then, peel another fellow ! Don't suppose you discorn pose me

If you make the rascals bellow!
You began by cooking farmers

From your Ithacan estate:
They were more digestive morsels

Than the food you've served of late.
Mariners I gladly swallow,

But they're soinewhat tough and ropy :

“Ha! thou false and fickle traitor,

Hast thou turn'd against thy kind ? Plunge that firebrand in his eyeball

Strength remains not with the blind I" 6 That is not a bad idea!”

Said Ulysses with a smile,
And perhaps I may adopt it :

But I'll wait a little while;
For our friend, the Cyclops yonder,

Just before he broke his fast,
Pledged his sacred word of honor

That he'd spare me till the last.

Speak thy name he bellow'd fiercely,

When will thy glorious triumph be completen As the mantling cup I gave

O Spirit, watching on thy throne of glory!
And I said, 'lones Loidos

When will thy foe lie vanquish'd at thy feel,
Js the title of thy slave.'

The lifeless hero of a poet's story?
Grufly then, he said, lones,

Be thou jocund in thy cheer!
Not until the rest are eaten
Shall thy carcass disappear.'

There are ten of you remaining-
He must work a little harder,

We are too apt to mistake the echoings of
If before a week, at soonest,

our own vanity for the admiration and apHe can finish all the larder.

plause of the world. When the week is past and over

Those who have had the most forgiven
I shall entertain the question,
Whether it may not be prudent

them should be the least addicted to slander. Then to act on your suggestion.

The nerve which never relaxes, the eye
Meanwhile keep your minds quite easy-
Zounds! I think he's getting up!

which never blenches, the thought which One of you, my friends, is wanted,

never wanders--these are the masters of For at nine he's fixed to sup!"

victory. Then a scream of mortal anguish

Nothing controls men so much as the Pierced, methought, into iny brain

placid brow and untrembling lip. And the vision faded from me

Poverty is the only load which is the As the mist fades o'er the main.

heavier, the more loved ones there are to Nothing more of Polyphemus Or his victims did I see

| assist in supporting it.
But the clouds above were flying,

EITHER the future or the past is written
And the waves were rolling free.
All had pass'd away-excepting

in every face, and makes us, if not melanThat, by some erratic freak,

choly at least mild and gentle. Still my fancy kept the image

Chill penury weighs down the heart itor the ely and selfish Greek.

self, and though it sometimes be endured So I took my volume with me, Wended homewards all alone,

with calmness, it is but the calmness of Wondering if Ulysses really

despair. Was so like Lord Overstone !

OVER-EARNEST asseverations give men suspicion that the speaker is conscious of his

own falsities. From Dickens' “Household Worde."

WHOEVER arrogates to himself the right KNOWLEDGE AND IGNORANCE. of vengeance shows how little he is qualiTaroned in the depths of yonder sunny skies,

fied to decide his own claims, since be deAn angel Spirit watches o'er creation,

mands what he would think unfit to be Gazing on mortals with unslumbering eyes, granted to another. That scan the bounds of earth's remotest nation.

A FOOL never has thought; a madman Gifted with powers beyond her bright compeers,

has lost it; and an absent man is, for the She works her wonders with a mighty magic; time, without it. And lights the smile that lashes through the tearg

Of all others, a studious life is the least Of weeping History, else so darkly tragic.

tiresome; it makes us easy to ourselves and She weaves strong spells against a deadly foe, to others, and gains us both friends and Who reigns in realms wbich suushine never

ion. reaches;

Some people are never quiet, others are Gilding his palace with no radiant glow, Nor struggling feebly through its ruin'd breaches. always so, and they are both to blame ; for

that which looks like vivacity and industry There, wrapt in night, reclines the shadowy form in the one is only a restlessness and agita

of Ignorance, in dusky length extended; While the low moaning of a gathering storm

tion; and that which passes in the other for Sounds in his ear, with rolling thunder blended. | moderation and reserve is but a drowsy and

inactive sloth. He shrinks and crouches in his gloomy balls,

A short prayer reaches heaven-a hint And fruitless charms in panic terror mutters; Louder the tein post sweeps around his wally

I to those who want favors not to molest Stirr'd by the blast his pall-like mantle flutters. I others with long letters and loud complaints


The tropics have come upon us suddenly 1 As things now stand, (business and therwithin a week past, and townsmen are swel mometer,) the great aim of idlers is to kill tering in linen jackets under the shadows of the heat, and of workers-to forget it. We brick walls and scaffolding. Ladies are grow jealous of voyagers who are sitting in growing rarer in the streets, and deserted the mountain ranges of New Hampshire husbands are at their counting-rooms, when, and Virginia; and still more envious of those and as long as they choose. If any thing happy fellows who are just now brushing aggravates the heat and discomfort of such off the dew in the Highlands of Scotland, or a city as New York in the summer, it is its posting gloriously across the blue lifts of unfinished look; the dust of broken mortar | the Juras. and bricks makes hard breathing material! Our white-hatted Greeley is mocking us even in the chilliest of the weeks of January, this hot weather with his Swiss poetry; who, but when every particle of the dusty debris pray, would have thought the tough old sticks to your perspiring forehead, and your Reformer could creep into the spirit of the lungs, panting with exhaustion, make mortar pines, as he does in this fragment of a letter, of the drifting lime clouds, there is an an “Wilder and narrower was the gorge, noyance in the thing that provokes a sad nearer and bleaker rose the mountains, forgetfulness of Christian patience.

steeper and more palpable became the Boston is, we must say, better regulated ascent, keener and crisper grew the air, as in this matter; and you may pass whole

the evening fell upon us pursuing our de

vious way. The valleys were not only inblocks upon Washington-street, where the

significant but widely separated by tracts owners seem satisfied with low ceilings and through which the road had with difficulty scurvy roofs, and where the tenants drive and at much expense been cut out of the their gains more for slow and wholesome mountain side without infringing on the improfits, than for the extravagant returns of

petuous torrent that tumbled and foamed

by our side; and even where little valleys sudden and hazardous ventures.

or glens still existed it was clear that Nature Yet even now fresh, bracing air is not no longer responded with alacrity and abunwanting in the city; and the straggler who dance to the summons of human industry. wanders to the Battery at evening may catch Th

ing may catch | The vine no longer clung to the steep dea whiff of ocean, and tune it with the echoes

clivities; the summer foliage of the lower

valleys had given place to dark evergreens of the Opera.

where shrubbery could still find foothold But the audiences, and the stragglers at and sustenance. The snow no longer dodged our places of amusement, have undergone timorously behind the peaks of distant mouna transformation within a month; the old

tains, showing itself only on their northern habituées and their hangers-on are gone, and

declivities, but stood out boldly, unblend

ingly on all sides, and seemed within a you see new faces and new manners in the

musket-shot of our path. From slight deboxes. Sallow Southerners have idled into pressions in the brows of the overhangingthe town, and diamond-decked Spaniards cliffs, the streamlets leaped hundreds of feet are under the curling-tongs of half the bar- / in silvery recklessness, falling in feathery bers in the city.

foam by our side.” Even at our hotels a new race of foplings! Is not this cooling, and provoking to. is ordering the mode; and there are plenty gether? And does it not tempt a man of newly-come, brave boys in mustache,- sorely to throw down his pen and his scis. with short sticks, and chains, who rule the sors, and pack his portmanteau, and scud juleps and the wit of the bar. It would down the bay, and dream over the ocean, be amusing, if our Chronicle were the place and—with knapsack and alpinstock-trudge for it, to draw a comparison between our up those heights where the spray leaks from summer and our winter drones; and to melting glaciers, and showers whole valleys estimate-if there were chance for any esti- of green ? mate at all—the respective value of the two It is questionable bow much a man cools classes.

himself with imaginative breezes; and all the fluttering leaves of a fancy valley can- | After a few hours, dangerous symptoms not quiet the heated brain of a city summer.

manifested themselves, and he expired on

Tuesday morning, without baving been able Whoever you are then, who are lying un

to leave any clue that might lead to the deder the shade of trees, or listening to the tection of his murderer, who, besides being babble of brooks—thank God for your of low stature, held his head purposely dowo happy lot; and in your thanksgiving spare at the momeut of the onslaught, so that his a pity for the suffering mortals who are

features might not be seen. That the mur

der was not the work of a robber is very stifling--as we are stifling!

evident, but it is not clear whether it is to --As for news—it is smoking. The

be attributed to a political motive or merely steamers have brought it hissing from their to the revenge of some one of the valves and what used to last a pair of weeks, many victims of Signor Evangelisti's unnow grows old in as many days.

sparing system of persecution. As clan

cellor of the Sacra Consulta, and secretary France is all bustling with changes that of the Council of Censure, bis suggestions are not yet come, and every wiseacre of the had proved fatal to bundreds of persons, papers is full of extravagant prophecy. and as superintendent of the prisons of St. Italy is more disturbed than ever, and at

Michael, where he resided, or at least had an Rome a malaria of purpose is coming on

office, he had opportunities of making the with the malaria of summer.

incarceration of the political prisoners as

rigorous as possible. One of his last acts of - As a straw-upon the disturbed tide cruelty recently aroused the indignation of of Romish affairs,—we throw out this little all who heard of it. A respectable advoparagraph from a late London paper. The cate named Apollonj, whose son had been

eight or nine months in confinement at St. writer dates from Rome:

Michael's prison, bad frequently and earn“ The past week has been eventful. It estly requested Signor Evangelisti to grant opened very lugubriously by the assassina bim permission to visit him, and to bring tion of Signor Marco Evangelisti, on the the ladies of his family also, but the Chanevening of Sunday, the 15th inst., an event cellor could never be induced to grant the which has created an immense sensation in old man's petition, and the unhappy father Rome. Signor Evangelisti held the office finally had recourse to Monsignor Gianof chancellor of the Sacra Consulta Tribu-nazzi, who was more merciful, and wrote a nal, and was high in favor with the papal permission for young Apollonj to be visited government on account of the strong reac. by bis father, mother, and sisters. They ac tionary principles he entertained, and the cordingly set out for the prison, where they unrelenting severity with which he per. were most brutally received by the police secuted the liberals. He was proceeding agents, and some time elapsed before the alone and on foot on the evening in question young man was brought out; but when be to pay a visit at the house of Signor Massani, did make his appearance, handcuffed, emaci. at about a quarter to ten o'clock, and had ated, and covered with filth, his father was entered a street named La Pedacchia, near so agonized at the sight that he was seized the Piazza di San Marco, when a man of with an apoplectic fit, and fell fainting to the short stature, dressed in a frock coat, white ground, to the horror of his son and the trowsers, and straw bat, passed him, and consternation of his wife and daughters, who walked on until about a dozen paces in ad. | made the place resound with their cries for vance, when he suddenly turned round and help. Signor Evangelisti, either casually ran furiously back at Signor Evangelisti, passing or attracted to the spot by the who, although a tall, powerful man, not noise, immediately ordered the prisoner more than forty years of age, could not re- / to be replaced in confinement, and the old Bist the suddenness of the attack, but received man to be dragged out into the street, ob a violent poignard wound in the abdomen, serving unfeelingly to the ladies, “We which brought him to the ground, his assail. | can't allow you folks to come and act your ant falling over him in the struggle. Both farces in these precincts !' and answering however, rose again immediately, and the their remonstrances with threats of personassassin took to flight pursued by Siguor al violence. Signor Apollonj was actually Evangelisti, who shouted al ladro ! al ladro! | placed on a chair in the street, insensible, without obtaining aid, until. finding himself and his son was led back to prison under growing faint, he stopped at the French bar. the impression that his father was dead." racks in the Jesuits' convent, where he was

The trial of the Count DE BOCARME, placed in a chair, while a carriage could be

to which we have once or twice alluded, has procured to convey him home. He was of opinion that his wound was only slight, as a

Sicht se at length been brought to a termination. he felt scarcely any pain, but the surgeon The count has been condemned to death, presaged differently and more correctly. / and his wife acquitted. This result, partic

ularly so much as affected the countess, has | Yale College,. . . . . . 3,000

Guionian Society,

350 excited surprise.

Brothers in Unity,

300 New York Society Library,

5,000 There seems to have been no doubt in

Columbia College Library,

1,000 the public mind of her collusion with the College of New Jersey, Princeton

3,000 Dickinson College, Carlisle,

2,000 husband. The count is stated to bave

Union Library, Huitborough,

500 borne the judgment with firmness, and to Juliana Library, Lancaster,

500 Philadelphia Library,

10,000 have manifested great satisfaction at the

American Phil. Society,

3,000 acquittal of his wife.

Pennsylvania Hospitul,

1,000 Friends' Monthly Meeting Library,

1,000 The trial has occupied a very large share University of Pennsylvania,

2,1200 of public attention, even in the present dis.

St. John's College, Annapolis, Md.,

500 Washington College, Chestertown,

500 turbed state of European affairs; and its Georgetown College, D. C.,

500 William & Mary College,

2,000 history will occupy a prominent place in

Charleston Library, .

3,000 the criminal annals of the world.

73,023 - Among the celebrations of the Fourth |

“ If, as we have said, we include the liof July, that at Washington, the present

braries of the public schools-many of which year, is richly worthy of notice.

are both larger and better chosen than the DANIEL WEBSTER delivered an address at greater part of those of 1793—we have the laying of the corner stone of the new more than 10,000 libraries, with an aggre. Capitol building. DANIEL WEBSTER speaks

| gate of nearly 4,000,000 volumes. in a way to be listened to. And there are

- London Punch, always exuberant

in mirth, has the last week given (as we passages in this Fourth of July oration of his, which we hazard nothing in saying will

| had anticipated) a fling at the new costume.

| We regret that we have not time to present be read with wonder and admiration centuries hence.

here the illustrative cut which accompanies In the course of his address he gave

the pleasant jeu d'esprit; but the text mat

ter we shall venture to extract:many interesting statistics, of which we

| “It is quite easy to realize the consideraquote a portion respecting public libraries.

ble difficulty that the natives of this old We also copy from the Express a more

country are like to have in estimating the definite mention of the old libraries of the rapid progress of ideas on all subjects among country.

us, the Anglo-Saxons of the Western World. "In the year 1793, there were, so far as Mind travels with us on a rail car, or a highwe can now ascertain, only thirty-five public

pressure river-boat. The snags and sawyers libraries in the whole country. The aggre

of prejudice, which render so dangerous the gate number of volumes which they con

navigation of Time's almighty river, whose tained was less than 74,000.

water-power has toppled over these giant. * In the year 1851, there are in the United growths of the world, without being able to States, exclusive of those of the schools, 694

detach them from the congenial mud from public libraries, with an aggregate of 2,291, which they draw their nutriment, are dashed 632 volumes. If we include the libraries of aside and run down in the headlong career the district schools-many of which are of the United States mind. larger and more useful than half of those “We laugh to scorn the dangers of popular which were included in the estimate of effervescence. Our almighty-browed and 1793—there are now in the country upwards cavernous-eyed statesmen sit, heroically, on of 10,000 libraries, containing in all nearly the safety-valve, and the mighty ark of our 4,000,000 books. In respect to the number vast Empire of the West moves on at a of these valuable institutions, we already pressure on the square inch which would take rank of all other nations. The follow

rend into sbivers the rotten boiler-plates of ing were the libraries in 1793:

your outworn states of the Old World. State Library at Concord, N. H.

“To use a phrase, which the refined manUnion Dublin, . .

100 ners of our ladies have banished from the Phillips Academy, Exeter,


drawing-room, and the saloon of the boardDartmouth College, Hanover,

3,000 Boston Library, Mass.,

ing-house, we go a-head. And our progress

1,000 American Academy of Arts and Sciences, 1,000 is the progress of all-not of high and low, Mass. Historical Society, .

1,000 for we have abolished the odious distinction The Old Sou:b Library (Prince's)


-but of man, woman, and child, each in Harvard University, - -

14.000 Salem Social Library, (afterw. Athenaeum) 2.000 his or her several sphere. Williams' College, (founded 1793,)

1.000 "Our babies are preternaturally sharp, Redwood Library, Newport, R. I.,

3,000 and highly independent from the cradle. Mechanics' Library

500 Brown University, Providence, - - - 2,173

123 | The high-souled American boy will not subProvidence Library, .

1,000 | mit to be whipped at school. That punish



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