he generously yielded his authority to the approved valour and experience of Miltiades. The other generals followed this magnanimous example, sacrificing the dictates of private ambition to the interest and glory of their country; and the commander in chief thus enjoyed an opportunity of exerting, uncontrolled, the utmost vigour of his genius.

Lest he should be surrounde by a superior force, he chose for his camp the declivity of a hill, distant about a mile from the encampment of the enemy. The intermediate space he caused to be strewed in the night with the branches and trunks of trees, in order to interrupt the motion, and break the order of the Persian cavalry, which, in consequence of this precaution, seemed to have been rendered incapable of acting in the engagement. In the morning his troops were drawn up in battle array, in a long and full line; the bravest of the Athenians on the right, on the left the warriors of Platæa, and in the middle the slaves, who had been admitted on this occasion to the honour of bearing arms. By weakening his centre, the least valuable part, he extended his front equal to that of the enemy; his rear was defended by the hill above mentioned, which, verging round to meet the sea, likewise covered his right; his left was flanked by a lake or marsh. Datis, although he perceived the skilful disposition of the Greeks, was yet too confident in the vast superiority of his numbers to decline the engagement, especially as he now enjoyed an opportunity of deciding the contest before the expected auxiliaries could arrive from Peloponnesus. When the Athenians saw the enemy in motion, they ran down the hill with unusual ardour, to encounter them; a circumstance which proceeded perhaps from their eagerness to engage, but which must have been attended with the good consequence of shortening the time of their exposure to the slings and darts of the barbarians.

The two armies closed; the battle was rather fierce than long. The Persian sword and Scythian hatchet penetrated, or cut down, the centre of the Athenians; but the two wings, which composed the main strength of the Grecian army, broke, routed, and put to flight the corresponding divisions of the enemy Instead of pursuing the vanquished, they closed the extremities, and attacked the barbarians who had penetrated their centre. The Grecian spear overcame all opposition; the bravest of the Persians perished in the field; the remainder were pursued with great slaughter; and such was their terror and surprise, that they sought for refuge, not in their camp, but in their ships. The banished tyrant of Athens fell in the engagement; two Athenian generals, and about two hundred citizens, were found among the slain; the Persians_left six thousand of their best troops in the scene of action. Probably a still greater number were killed in the pursuit. The Greeks followed them to the shore; but the lightness of the barbarian armour favoured their escape. Seven ships were taken; the rest sailed with a favourable gale, doubled the cape of Sunium; and, after a fruitless attempt to surprise the harbour of Athens, returned to the coast of Asia.

THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.

Ir was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done!
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun.
And by him sported on the green
His little grand-child Wilhelmine.
She saw her brother Peterkin

Roll something large and round,
Which he beside the rivulet,

In playing there, had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh,

"'Tis some poor fellow s skull," said he, Who fell in the great victory.

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"I find them in the garden, for
There's many here about;
And often when I go to plough,

The ploughshare turns them out;
For many thousand men," said he,
Were slain in the great victory.'
"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin he cries,
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eye;
"Now tell us all about the war,

And what they killed each other for."

"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout;
But what they killed each other for,
I could not well make out.
But every body said," quoth he,
"That 'twas a famous victory.

"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by ;
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly;

So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.
"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then

And new-born infant died.

But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.

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They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won,

For many thousand bodies here

Lay rotting in the sun;

But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.

"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay-nay-my little girl," quoth he, It was a famous victory.

"And every body praised the duke
Who such a fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last ?"
Quoth little Peterkin.

"Why that I cannot tell," said he,
"But 'twas a famous victory."

SOUTHEY.

USEFUL AND SCIENTIFIC NOTICES.

EFFECTS OF COMETS.-Between Mars and Jupiter four very small planets have lately been discovered to run their courses. Now, there are several reasons which induce one to admit that these four stars, or three of them at least, at one time formed a single planet, which was split asunder by the shock of a comet; first, their disproportioned smallness in regard to the other bodies of the system; secondly, their moving so closely together; thirdly, their filling up, consistently with a simple poportion, which holds good with all the other planets, a large hiatus; fourthly, the unusually great eccentricity and inclina, tion of their orbits, and particularly of two, Vesta and Pallas, which strongly indicate a violent disturbance; fiftbly, their having at one time had a point in space, from which they might all depart as from a common origin; and, lastly, some of them being surrounded with singularly large atmospheres, as if mone polized from the rest, or borrowed from the comet which struc them.-Standard.—[Very alarming all this; and undeniably the consequence of the Reform Bill.]

THE COMET. This anxiously expected visitor was seen Sir John Herschell early on Monday morning, the 15th; bat is at present too distant and faint to be visible, excepting with very superior instruments. The comet will be near st the earth about the 22d day, and pass its perihelium on the 27th Novem

ber.

Wo L.-The wool-growers of Podolia, and the Ukraine, and particularly in the Asiatic province of Astrachan, have a pe lier method of turning wool into fur. The lamb, after a fort night's growth, is taken from the ewe, nourished with mill and the best herbage, and wrapped up as tight as possible in linen covering, which is daily moistened with warm water, an is occasionally enlarged as the animal increases in size. In thi manner the wool becomes soft and curlly, and is by degree changed into shining and beautiful locks. This is the kind fur which passes under the name of Astrachan, and is consi dered on the Continent as the most genteel lining for winte cloaks. Similar trials with German sheep have been attende with the same success. The Saxon breed of sheep have, with in the last ten years, superseded the merinos, and their wo is of superior quality.

DISCOVERY SHIPS.-The house of William Brant and Son of Archangel, has equipped two ships at its own expense commanded by officers of the Imperial Navy-to sail on a ve age of discovery to the great gulf of the Icy Sea, between Government of Archangel and Tobolsk, to explore the entrand of the river Jenisky.

The

withdrawn, but which, when there, is attended with little positive sensation. The miser's pleasure arises from the active state of Acquisitiveness, and only the pursuit and obtaining of new treasures can maintain this state. same law is exemplified in the case of Love of Approbation. The gratification which it affords depends on its active state, and hence the necessity for new incense, and higher mounting in the scale of ambition, is constantly experienced by its victims. NAPOLEON, in exile, said, "Let us live upon the past:" but he found this impossible; his predominating desires originated in Ambition and Self-Esteem; and the past did not stimulate these powers, or maintain them in constant activity. In like manner, no musician, artist, poet, or philosopher, would reckon himself happy, however extensive his attainments, if informed, Now you must stop, and live upon the past; and the reason is still the same. New ideas, and new emotions, best excite and maintain in activity the faculties of the mind, and activity is essential to enjoyment. If these views be correct, the consequences of imbuing the mind with intuitive knowledge, would not have been unquestionably beneficial. The limits of our acquirements would have been reached; our first step would have been our last; every object would have become old and familiar; Hope would have had no object of expectation; Cautiousness no object of fear; Wonder no gratification in novelty; monotony, insipidity, and mental satiety, would apparently have been the lot of Man.

According to the view now advanced, creation in its present form, is more wisely and benevolently adapted to our constitution than if intuitive instruction had been showered on the mind at birth.

THE STORY-TELLER.

Grisell was sent by her father from his country-house to Edinburgh, where his particular friend, Mr. Baillie of Jerviswood, then lay in prison, to try to convey a letter to him containing advice and intelligence, and to bring back news of him to her father. So well did she conduct herself on this mission, that in all the subsequent difficulties and perils of her father, she was trusted with the utmost confidence. Though in years she was still a child, her honourable secrecy, her prudence, her courage, her firmness, and her presence of mind, were worthy of any age. When her father was confined in Dumbarton Castle for his honesty and patriotism, she visited and cheered him with news of his family; and she took many journeys on his account, under the direction of her mother, of which, from her tender years, no one suspected the object. Shortly afterwards, when Sir Patrick, after being released, found it necessary to keep concealed to avoid a fresh imprisonment, and almost certain death, young Grisell was his preserver;-she only, her mother, and a poor village carpenter, in whom they were forced to confide, knew of his place of concealment. The servants were often examined on oath about their master, so that it was impossible to trust any of them; and very frequent search was made in the house for Sir Patrick, whom the servants believed far dis

tant.

"His real place of concealment was a burial vault under the church of Polwarth,-damp, comfortless, and ut

BY MRS. JOHNSTONE.

"Or about mushrooms. I have not forgot those good little girls we saw this morning, who have the power of doing so much good to their poor mother. When shall I be able to do any thing for you, mamma ?—you who do all for us. Think of that respectable child ;'—you called her so, mother, and I never heard you call a little girl to before earning a whole three shillings in one

week!"

"I named her as I thought her, Sophia. She is a respectable child-the kind, the useful must always be respectable, at whatever age, and in whatever rank. But it is not poor children alone-nor is it by money only, that children may be useful to their parents and friends. As yun have not fixed on the amusement of the evening, I will tell you of Grisell Baillie,”

A real person's story, mother ?" "Real and true, Sophia."

MEMOIR OF GRISELL BAILLIE.

"Lady Grisell Baillie was the eldest of a very large faily. In large families the eldest daughter has often numerous duties: Grisell had her full share of the hardships of seniority, but she gained, as she well deserved, all its hocurs and privileges. She was born in the reign of Charles U. Her father was Sir Patrick Home, afterwards Earl of Marchmont. His friends, who were virtuous, patriomen, champions and defenders of liberty and religion, were, about this time, brought into great trouble by their honest principles. When only twelve years of age, Lady

ful and affectionate talk, to beguile his solitude."

Sophia Herbert gazed on her mother, her large brown eyes dilating with affectionate admiration and wonder. "Lady Grisell was not a coward," mother, said Charles, equally interested.

"Her affection conquered her fears, Charles. Like all young persons reared in Scotland at that time, she had had till then a strong terror of ghosts and churchyards; but now love for her father made her stumble over the graves every night alone, without fearing any thing, save parties of soldiers in search of him. The minister's dog barked all night long: she was not afraid of the dog, but of discovery. It was necessary that neither the younger children nor the servants should suspect that there was an unseen mouth to be fed, and Grisell was obliged to steal the victuals off her own plate, into her lap, at dinner, to supply her father. Her voracity at table astonished the younger children, who did not perceive how the missing victuals went; and her stratagems to abstract food often occasioned much merriment to her father, in his dark and doleful prison.

"It was at last resolved that a more comfortable place of concealment should, if possible, he procured for Sir Patrick. Grisell kept the key of a low room, in which there was a bed that drew out. She and her coadjutor, Jamie Winter, contrived to dig a hole under this bed. They were obliged to work in the night time only, and to carry out the earth between them in a sheet, by a window, into the garden. Lady Grisell scratched at this hole till not

a nail was left on her fingers. At his own house the carpenter made a box, which was to fit this hole, and contain bedding, so that Sir Patrick might be concealed here in case of a strict search. It was covered with boards, in which air-holes were bored. But, alas! all poor Grisell's hopes and labours were vain. The ground was so low here, that the hole, so painfully excavated, filled with water; and, to her horror, one day when the upper boards were removed, the box bounded up and floated.

"Her father now resolved to attempt to get abroad, as the alarm of the family was much increased, by hearing from the carrier, that Baillie of Jerviswood, the friend to whom Grisell had conveyed the letter in prison, was, by a most unjust sentence, executed at Edinburgh.

"Ever alert, active, and useful, Grisell now worked night and day in altering her father's clothes, so as to disguise his person. He escaped as if by a miracle; and, after many hardships, got to Holland, where he assumed the name of Dr. Wallace, and sent to Scotland for his wife and ten children. Sir Patrick's estates had been forfeited; but his wife, by entreaty, obtained a small pittance to maintain her children; and this was all they had to live upon abroad. Again, the virtues and activity of young Grisell became the support and comfort of her family. She first helped her mother to take the younger children abroad, and then returned alone from Holland to Scotland to con-duct over a sick sister, at an age when other girls are scarce permitted to travel alone for thirty miles in a stage-coach. She nursed her sister during a tedious and very bad passage, in which the hardships of these young girls were greatly aggravated by the brutality of the Dutch captain, who eat up their little sea-stores, and suffered them to lie on the bare floor, with a pillow of the books Grisell was carrying over to her father."

The indignation of Charles was excessive at this part of his mother's narrative. His eyes sparkled, and he involuntarily clenched his little fists. "Brute of a Dutch captain!" he cried. "No English sailor, mother, could"

"And few Dutch, I hope, Charles; but, as you cannot have the pleasure of boxing the Dutch captain, I may go on with my story. It was a dark, wet, stormy night when my heroine and her sister, Julian, landed at Brill. They had to walk to Rotterdam, where Sir Patrick's eldest son, their brother, met them. Poor sickly Julian soon lost her shoes in the mud-as my poor Fanny lost hers to-day-and the heroic Grisell took her sister on her back, and carried her to Rotterdam."

"If I had thought, I am sure I could have carried Fanny a good way to-day on my back," said Sophia.

"And so have been like Lady Grisell Home," said her mother, smiling. "But you had poor Dapple, and old James, and George, all more able, and as willing to carry Fanny. It would not have been like sensible, considerate Lady Grisell, to do a useless thing, however kind. Her services were ever as useful as they were cheerfully and affectionately bestowed. During the years that the family remained in exile and comparative poverty, she proved the greatest blessing to her parents, and to her brothers and

an idea of the model you have chosen, will relate this part of the story of Lady Grisell Baillie, in nearly the very words of her own affectionate daughter.

"Sir Patrick, Lady Grisell's father, I told you, went the name of Dr. Wallace, for fear of being discovered, though his real rank was well known at the Court of the Prince of Orange. There were at that time many Engl and Scottish gentlemen, who suffered for their principles living in exile at the same place, Utrecht. Sir Patrick family liked to have a good house, and their dwelling wa the resort of all adherents of the cause of liberty then exile. They paid nearly a fourth of their whole income f their house, and so could not afford keeping any servan but a little girl to wash the dishes. All the time they were there,' says Lady Grisell's daughter, there was no a week my mother did not sit up two nights to do the b siness that was necessary. She went to the market-we to the mill to have their corn ground, which is the custom with good managers in Holland-dressed the linen-clean ed the house-made ready the dinner-mended the child ren's stockings and other clothes-made what she could for them, and, in short, did every thing. Her sister Christian, diverted her father and mother, and the re who were fond of music-for, out of their small incom they bought a harpsichord for little money. Christia played and sung, and had a great deal of life and humour but no turn to business; though Lady Grisell had th same qualifications, and liked music as well as her sister she was content to drudge; and many jokes passed betwee the sisters about their different occupations. Every mor ing before six, Grisell lighted the fire in her father's study then waked him, and got him a warm draught of beer and bitters, which he usually took. Then she dressed th younger children, and brought them to her father, wh taught them every thing that was fit for their age. Gr sell, when she had a moment's leisure, took a lesson wi the rest in French or Dutch, and sometimes found a fe minutes for music.

"I have,' says her daughter Lady Murray, now book of songs of her writing when in Holland. Many them interrupted, half-writ, and some broke off in th middle of a sentence. She had no less a turn for mir and society than any of the family when,—mark, Sopł she could come at it without neglecting what she thoug more necessary.'

"Her eldest brother Patrick was about her own ag They had been bred up together; and he was her me dearly beloved.' He was admitted a private volunteer the Prince of Orange's horse-guards, till better fortune cam and it was her pride to have him appear like a gentlem in his dress and linen. The Guards wore point crava and cuffs, and many a night Grisell sat up to have the in as good order for her brother as those of any rich youth in the place.

sisters."

"Mother, I fear I shall never be like her," sighed Sophia. "But I may try-you always tell me, mamma, that I may try."