The Goth, the Christian, Time, War, Flood, and Fire, Have dealt upon the seven-hill'd city's pride; And say, "here was, or is," where all is doubly night? BYRON. THE SEA NETTLE. Now is it pleasant in the summer-eve, The various species of Medusa, popularly named seanettles, from their causing when touched a disagreeable stinging sensation. On shell or stone is dropp'd the embryo-seed, While thus with pleasing wonder you inspect Treasures the vulgar in their scorn reject, See, as they float along, th' entangled weeds Slowly approach, upborne on bladdery beads 1; Wait till they land, and you shall then behold The fiery sparks those tangled fronds infold, Myriads of living points; th' unaided eye Can but the fire, and not the form descry. And now your view upon the ocean turn, And there the splendour of the waves discern; Cast but a stone, or strike them with the oar, And you shall flames within the deep explore ; Or scoop the stream phosphoric as you stand, And the cold flames shall flash along your hand; When, lost in wonder, you shall walk, and gaze On weeds that sparkle, and on waves that blaze.2 CRABBE. 1 Fucus vesiculosus and other species (sea wrack, kelp), the stems of which are furnished with a number of air-bladders, which make a cracking noise when trodden upon, and which cause the weed to float upon the surface of the water. 2 Few points in natural history have given rise to greater discussion than the luminous appearance of the ocean; but all that has been precisely determined upon the subject is, that many mollusca, when alive, have the power to emit a phosphoric light; the light in the sea is, in some degree, imparted by these living animals, and also by the infinite quantity of decomposed dead mollusca, which are in some places so abundant as to render the ocean like a gelatinous fluid, nauseous to the taste, but nourishing to fishes. The sea becomes more luminous at the approach of storms, but is little affected by any variation of the temperature. DEATH. DEATH is the dark and universal doom; The past hath brav'd it, and the future shall; Of midnight, when the thoughtless learn to think, A death-cloud rises with the star of life, First, Infancy, without a thought, -a dream! Then, Manhood, most majestic! piercing through -we lived, and died! R. MONTGOMERY. THE CHARITIES OF THE POOR. "BEG FROM A BEGGAR."-Irish Proverb. THERE is a thought so purely blest, It were not for the rich to blame, To give the stranger's children bread, Therefore, lament not, honest soul! * That Providence holds back from thee The means thou might'st so well control Those luxuries of charity.1 "The luxury of doing good." — Goldsmith Manhood is nobler, as thou art; And, should some chance thy coffers fill, Wealth, like all other power, is blind, That fills the hero's breast with joy; Which mere possession might destroy. MILNES. THE CID'S FUNERAL PROCESSION. THE Moor had beleagur'd Valencia's towers, The adventures of this Castilian hero are involved in nearly as much fable as those of our king Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table. They are contained in the Chronicle supposed to have been written in the 13th century, and in an immense number of romances and ballads, besides an ancient epic poem, in which the wonderful achievements of Bernardo del Carpio, Ferran Gonzalez, and the other twelve peers of Spain, are interwoven with those of the Cid. The Cid (from the Arabic El Seid, "the Lord,") so called by the Moors, whom he subjugated by his victories, was born at Burgos, about 1040. His real name was Rodrigo Diaz de Bivar. He attached himself to Sancho II., king of Castile, whose life he once saved in battle. At the siege of Zamora, Sancho was treacherously murdered, and his brother Alphonso, his successor, was suspected of the |