in which he had flourished!) and accused ("oh, devilish malice!") of mal-practice! How true it is

"The man who makes a character makes foes!"

"Oh, place and greatness, millions of false eyes are stuck upon thee!"

What a spectacle! Think of him who cured all eyes, turned himself into a spectacle! Behold the oculist of majesties a prisoner at a democratic bar! The evidence had closed--the advocates had exhausted all their superlative and superfluous eloquence-the judge had delivered his charge, and the jury had retired! awful moment of suspense! What must have been the emotions of the illustrious individual thus ignominiously arraigned for conferring benefactions on the human race in general and the citizens of Washington in particular.

In the language of one of our most gifted bards

"He hung dingle dangle,

Like a huge tallow-candle,

"Twixt hope (very small) and despair;
And he sighed-here's a flare up,

I'm down, and shall ne'er up

And with fright, on his wig rose his hair!"

Fortunately for the accused, the organ of alimentiveness-to speak phrenologically-being full in a large portion of the jury, they were starved into a verdict of "not guilty," which was rendered to the surprise of no one so much as the Doctor himself. Puck, who could

"Put a girdle round about the earth

In forty minutes,"

never started off with greater velocity than did the occult oculist from the American metropolis; he

to Charleston, S. C., where he has been vainly endeavouring to open the eyes of the nullifiers. He has been last heard from in New Orleans, upon which place, in the beautiful words of Fanny Kemble,

"We rivet our tear-laden eyes!

Prodigious, Dr. Williams! As we contemplate thy sublime qualities mixed up with thy unmerited persecutions, the tear of compassion mingles with the awe which thou inspirest! Held we the pen of Mr. E. Lytton Bulwer, author of the thrice-damned Duchess De La Valière and the Siamese Twins, besides novels without num

ber, we would apostrophise thee through the rest of this Magazine, beginning "Oh thou!" and ending with a slightly improved version of one of Anacreon Moore's songs, thus―

"Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well

As starry eyes to see;

O think what tales 'twould have to tell

Of wandering 'quacks' like thee !”

SUMMER IS COME.

BY T. H. HOWARD.

THE summer is come, with its sunlight and showers,—
The summer is come, with its verdure and flowers;
With its mirth in the valley, its shout on the hill,
With its blossoms, and perfume, by river and rill,
With its wild birds' song, and its wild bees' hum,
With its music and murmurs, the summer is come.

The summer is come, and comes Zephyrus forth,-
And away to their caverns the blasts of the north,
They have ridden the earth with a desolate moan,—
Then huzza for the child of the tropical zone;
From the sea to the mountains all nature was dumb;
But there's life in the valley,—the summer is come.

The summer is come, and the huntsman is out,-
And the streams and the forests have echoed his shout,
And the streams and the forests have echoed his horn,
And his song in the evening, his rifle at morn;
From the west, and the south, and the east, hear the hum
Of the glorious revel,-the summer is come.

The summer is come, and the maiden looks bright,
With her bosom of rapture,-her glance of delight,
She had sighed for the summer's sweet odours in vain,
Till the green velvet lawn she has trodden again,

And she lifts her soft voice, which the winter made dumb,
In an anthem of praise, that the summer is come.

The summer is come, and the student from books
And his dreams of ambition, has fled to the brooks,
And the light-hearted schoolboy, from Euclid and quills,
For his gambols and shouts, on the meadows and hills;
And his harp, 'midst the green trees, Eolus will strum-
Oh! hurrah for the season,-the summer is come.

The summer is come, with its sunlight and showers,
With its music and murmurs-its verdure and flowers,
With its mirth in the valley, its shout on the hill,
With its blossoms and perfume, by river and rill,
With its wild birds' song, and its wild bees' hum,
Oh the summer,-the glorious summer, is come.

MANY of the Plays of Shakspeare bear evidence that his mind was deeply imbued with the language, history, and philosophy contained in the Bible; and some of the most eloquent and affecting of his conceptions, it is believed, may be traced-not as far-fetched-to that great fountain head of nearly all that is found to be truly wise and elevated in the institutions among men; and numerous instances of familiar use of the very words of Holy writ, unequivocally prove his estimation of the force of its language, and how intimate the acquaintance, which could thus interweave its phraseology with the ordinary current of thought. Of the latter, the following examples are given:

"Seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life."-Gen. xliv. 30.

"And Abimelech took an axe in his hand and cut down a bough from the trees, and took and laid it on his shoulder; and said unto the people, what ye have seen me do, make haste and do as I have done.

"And all the people likewise cut down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech."-Judges ix. 48.

"And he said, he that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me."-Matth. xxvi. 23.

"This Judas said, not that he cared for the poor, but because he was a thief and had the bag.”—John, xii. 6.

"I smote him-I caught him by his beard, and smote him and slew him." 1 Sam. xvii. 35.

"Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day-let it not be joined unto the days of the year-let it not come into the number of the months."-Job.

"And the graves were opened, and many bodies of saints which slept, arose and came out of their graves after his resurrection, and went into the Holy City, and appeared unto many." Matth. xxvi. 51.

"What is man, that thou art mindful of him? Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels. Thou crownedst him with glory and honour, and didst set him over the works of thy hands."-Psa. viii. 4. Heb. ii. 6.

"Nicanor lay dead in his harness."-Macca. xviii. 22.

"There where I have garnered up my heart."

"Where I must live or bear no life." Othello, Act IV. sc. 2.

"What wood is this before us?
"The wood of Birnam.

"Let every soldier hew him down a bough, and bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow the numbers of our host.

"It shall be done."

Macb. Act V. sc. 4.

"The fellow that sits next him now, parts breath with him, and pledges the breath of him in a divided thought, is the readiest man to kill him.

"Who can call him his friend that dips in the same dish?

Timon hath been this lad's father, and kept his credit with his purse." Tim. of Ath.

"I took by the throat the circumcised dog, and smote him."

Othello, Act V. sc. 2.

"May this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar."-Macb.

"In the most high and palmy state of Rome, a little e'er the mightier Julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets."

Hamlet, Act I. sc. 1.

"What a piece of work is a man?how noble in reason-how infinite in faculties-in form and moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like angel-in apprehension, how like a God. The beauty of the world-the paragon of animals."-Ham. A. II. s. 2. "We'll die with harness on our backs."-Macb. Act V. sc. 5.

From among a number of impressive subjects transferred by Shakspeare from the Bible into his immortal plays, and therefore the more deservedly immortal-that of the arrest of the Saviour in the Garden of Gethsemane will conclude the present paper. Though this scene, as might be expected, deprived of the associations which crowd upon the mind when contemplating the agonies -"the hour and power of darkness," the glory and triumph of " the Man of Sorrows" appears, shorn of its splendours and degraded, when made to bear upon the essayed capture of "The Moor of Venice."

The Saviour had declared that the hour was come when he was to be betrayed into the hands of men.

That he went there "to be found of them."

He goes to the garden, some of his disciples being provided with swords. An armed band, with weapons and torches, approach.

Instead of flying, the Saviour goes forth to meet them.

One of the disciples having smitten a follower of the band, the Saviour says

"Put up again thy sword into its place, for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels. But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled that this must be."

John, xviii. 3. Matth. xx. 51, &c.

The Moor, while surrounded by his adherents, sees the approach of a band, with torches and weapons." He had been warned: "you were best go in ;" but replied, "I must be found."

Both parties prepare for an encounter, when Othello addresses them, to the import, and substantially in the language, of the Saviour

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

"Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it without a prompter." *

Are we not then warranted in asserting, that the later and most wonderful of the plays of Shakspeare afford at least "imputation and strong circumstance leading directly to the door of proof”-of his having been a profound admirer and student of Holy writ; and, as a consequence therefrom, that to the extended list of books in the English tongue, to which our attention has been directed by his distinguished biographers, as the sources from whence his almost superhuman mind sought to satisfy its longings after knowledgethe Bible is yet to be added, and vindicated as the foundation and "chief corner stone" of the wisdom of Shakspeare ?

*The design to be found-the details of the scene-torches and an armed band-the words of inhibition to combat-the reason, in the assumption of power to have more than met the emergency-if the actor had so designed, the intimation of a higher object to be accomplished, &c., altogether present se many points of contact and analogy, as to lead the mind to but one conclusion.