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Through many a system, wliere the scatter'd light From the pure sun, which, though refracted all Of heavenly truth lay, like a broken beam
Into a thousand hues, is sunshine still,
And bright through every change!—he spoke of Him, the work of AninoLE). agrees almost verbum vorbo, with that in the The lone ? Eternal One, who dwells above, letter of Ericence to PriroCLES; they both omit the mention of And of the soul's untraceable descent deity; and, in his Ethics, he intimates a doube whether the gods feel From that high fount of spirit, through the grades any interest in the concerns of mankind. Es gap TIS & Trijuesia Of intellectual being, till it mix των ανθρωπινων υπο θεων γινεται. Ιιι ιrue, be odds, 197ip doxsı, but even this is very sceptical.
With atoms vague, corruptible, and dark ; Ja these erroneous conception of Aristotle, we trace the cause of Nor even then, though sank in earthly dross, ibat general neglect, which bis philosophy experienced among the Corrupted all, nor its ethereal touch early Claristians. Plato is seldom much more orthodox, but the ob- Quite lost, but tasting of the fountain still! sure esibusiasm of his style allowed them to interpretall bis fancies As some bright river, which has rolld along to their purpose; such glowing steel was easily moulded, and Platoainm became a sword in the bands of the fathers.
Through meads of flowery light and mines of gold, The Providence of the Staics, so vaunted in their school, was a When pour'd at length into the dusky deep, power as contemptibly inefficient as the rest. All was fate in the Disdains to mingle with its brioy taint, yutem of the Portico. The chains of destiny were thrown over Jo- But keeps awhile the pure and golden ringe, piter bithself, and their deity was like Borgia, et Cæsar et nihil. Not even the language of Susuca can reconcile ihis degradation of divinity: The balmy fresliness of the fields it left!3 • Ille ipse omaium (conditor ae rector scripsit quidam fata, sed sequitar; semper paret, semel jussit..-Lib. de Providentia, cap. 3.
And here the old man ceased—a winged train With respect to the difference between the Stoies, Peripatetico, and of nymphs and genii led him from our eyes. Academicians, the following words of Cicrao prove that be wow but the fair illusion fled ! and, as I waked, little to distinguish them from each other: • Peripateticos et Acade: I knew my visionary soul had been verbis magis quam sententiis dissenserunt..- Academie. lib. i. S. and Among that people of aerial dreams perhaps what Rein has remarked upon one of their points of contro- who live upon the burning galaxy !* versy might be applied as effectually to the reconcilement of all the rest: The dispute between the Stoics and Peripateties was probably all for wast of definition. The one said they were good under the con trel of reason, the other that they should be eradicated..-Essays,
ΤΟ vol. iii. Ia sbort, from the little which I know apon the subject, it appears to me as diffeult to establish the boundaries of opinion between The world had just begun to steal any two of the philosophical sects, as it would be to fix the land-marks Each hope that led me lightly on, of those estates in the moon, which Ricciolus so generously allotted to
I felt not as I used to feel, his brother astrosomers. Accordingly we observe some of the greatest men of antiquity passing without seruple from a bool to school, accord.
And life grew dark and love was gone! ing to the fadey or convenience of the moment. Cicero, the father of Roman philosophy, is sometimes an Academician, sometimes a Stoie : No eye to mingle sorrow's tear, and, more than once, be acknowledges conformity with Epicurus; No lip to mingle pleasure's breath, • non siae causa igitur, Epicurus ausus est dicere semper ia pluribus
No tongue to call me kind and dearbosis esse sapientem, quia semper sit ia voluptatibus . Tuseulan. Quæst. lib. v. Though often pare in bia theology, be sometimes smiles
"T was gloomy, and I wish'd for death! at futority as a fetion; thus, in his Oration for Cluentius, speaking of the letter to Menaceus, are rational, amiable, and consistent with our punishments in the life to come, he says · Que si falsa sans, id quod nature. M. de S. FLOSS, in his Grands hommes venges, expresses strong omnes intelligunt, quid ei tandem aliud mors eripuit, præter sensum indignation against the Encyclopédistes for their just and animated doloris !o though bere perhaps we should do him justice by greeing praises of Epicurus, and discussing the question, •si ee philosophe with his commentator SILFIUS, who remarks upoa ibis passage, . Hæc était vertueux,. be deaies it upon no other authority than the calamaies sutem dixit, ut causæ suæ subserviret. Horace roves like a butterfly collected by Plutarch, who himself confesses that, on this particular through the schools, and now wing along the walls of the Porch, and
subject, be consulted only opinion and report, without pausing to 10new basks among the flowers of the Garden ; while Virgil, with a tone vestigate their truth. Anda Thv dogav, ou Thy aanthay of mind strongly philosophical, has left us usrertain of the sect which
TX07roupiny. To the factious zeal of his illiberal rivals the Stoico. he espoused: the balance of opinion declares him an Frieurean, but abe
Epicurus owed these gross misrepresentatons of the life and opinions ancient auber of his life asserts that he was an Academician, and we
of himself and his associates, whicb, notwithstanding the learned exertrace through his poetry the tenets of almost all the leading sects. The
tions of Gassendi, bave still left an odium on the name of his philosame kind of electric indifference is observable in most of the Roman writers. Thus Portation, in the fine Elegy of Cynthia, on his de- sophy, and we ought to examine the ancient accounts of Epicurus with
the saine degrre of cautious belief which, in reading eeelesiastical history, parture for Aubens,
we yield to the declamations of the fathers against the bereties; trusting Illic sel studes animam emendare Platonis,
as liule ta Plutarch upon a dogma of this philosopher, as we would to Incipiam, aus hortis, docte Fpieure, tuis.
St Cyril upon a tenet of Nestorrus. (1801.)
The preceding remarks, I wish the reader to observe, were written at
a time when I thought the stadies to which they refer much more inThoach Broukhusius bere reads, adax Epicure,, which seems to fix
portaht and much more amusing than, I freely confess, they appear to the poet under the banners of Epicurus. Even the Stoie Seseca, whose
me at present doctrines have been considered o orthodox that St Jerome has ranked
'LACTANTIEs asserts that all the truths of Christianity may be found him amongst the ecclesiastical writers, and Boccaccio, in bis comment
dispersed through the ancient philosophical seets, and that any one ary upea Dante bas doubted (in consideration of the philosopher's sup
who would collect these scattered fragments of orthodoxy, might furm posed correspondence with St Paul), whether Dante should have placed
a code in no respect differing from that of the Christian, • Si extitisset bim in Limbo with the rest of the Pagaos-the rigid Seneca bas be aliquis, qui veritatem sparsam per singulos per sectasque diffusam stowed such commendations on Epicurus, that if only those passages of colligeret in unum, ac redigeret in corpus, is profecto non dissentiret his works were preserved to us, we could not, I think, hesitate in pro
a nobis.-last. lib. vi. e. 7. nouncing him aa Epicurean. In the same manner we tind Porphyry,
* To Morov xai epnuov. in his work upon abstinence, referring to Epicurus as an example of the
*This foe Platonic image I have taken from a passage in Father most strict Pythagorean temperance; and LANCELOTTI, the author of Farfalloni degli antichi Istorici, has been sedaced by this crave repue
Bouchet's letter upon the Metempsychosis, inserted in Picaur's Cérém. tation of Epicarus into the absurd error of associating him with Chry- Relig. tom. ir. sippus, as a chief of tbe Stoic School. There is no doubt, indeed, that
• According to Pythagoras, the People of Dreams are souls collected however the Epicurean sect might have relaxed from its original purity. Logether in the Galaxy. Anjos de ovospev, xatu Ilutayothe moral. of its founder were a correct as those of any among the ραν, αι ψυχαιας συναγεσθαι φησιν εις την γαλαξιαν. anciens philosophers, and his doctrines upou pleasure, as explained in - PORP TA. de Antro Nymph.
But, when this early flush declines,
When the heart's vivid morning fleets, You know not then how close it twines
Round the first kindred soul it meets!
I could have loved, as one Who, while his youth's enchantments fall, Finds something dear to rest upon, Which
pays him for the loss of all!
TO MRS To see thee every day that came, And find thee every day the same, In pleasure's smile or sorrow's tear The same benign consoling dear! To meet thee early, leave thiee late, Has been so long my bliss, my fate, That life, without this cheering ray, Which came like sunshine every day, And all rny pain, my sorrow chased, Is now a lone and loveless waste.Where are the chords she used to touch? Where are the songs she loved so much? The songs are lauslı'd, the chords are still, And so, perhaps, will every thrill Of friendship soon be luild to rest, Which late I waked in Anna's breast! Yet no—the simple notes I play'd, On memory's tablet soon may fade; The songs wbich Anna loved to hear May all be lost on Anna's ear; But friendship's sweet and fairy strain Shall ever in her heart remain; Nor memory
nor time, impair The sympathies which tremble there!
In slumber, I prithee how is it
That souls are oft taking the air, And paying each other a visit,
While bodies are-Heaven knows where?
Last night, 't is in vain to deny it,
Your soul took a fancy to roam, For I lieard her, on tiptoe so quiet,
Come ask, whether mine was at home.
And mine let her in with delight,
And they talk'd and they kiss'd the time through, For, when souls come together at night,
There is no knowing what they may'nt do!
A CANADIAN BOAT-SONG.
WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST.-LAWRENCE.'
And your little soul, Heaven bless her!
Had much to complain and to say, Of how sadly you wrong and oppress her,
By keeping her prison d all day.
El remgem cantus hortatur.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
« ] f I happen,» said she, « but to steal
For a peep now and then to her cye, Or, to quiet the fever I feel,
Just venture abroad on a sigh;
« In an instant, she frightens me in
With some phantom of prudence or terror, For fear I shoull stray into sin,
Or, what is still worse, into error!
+ I wrote these words to an air which our boat-men sung to us very frequently. The wind was so unfavourable that they were obliged to row all the way, and we were five days in descending the river from Kingstva tu Montreal, exposed to an intense sun during the day, and at night forend to take srelter from the dens in any miserable but upea the banks that would receive us, But the magnificent sencry of the Si Lawrence repass all these difficulties.
Our Voyageurs dvod voices, and sung perfectly in lude together. The original words of the air, to which I adapted these stanzas, appeared
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
Oh! I have wonder'd, like the peasant boy We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn.'
Who sings at eve his sabbath strains of joy, Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fasi,
And when he hears the rude, luxuriant note The Rapids are near and the daylight's past!
Back to his ear on softening echoes float,
Believes it still some answering spirit's tone, Why should we get our sail unfurl?
And thinks it all too sweet to be his own! There is not a breath the blue wave to curl!
I dream'd not then that, ere the rolling year But, when the wind blows off the shore,
Had tilld its circle, I should wander here Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
la musing awe; should tread this wondrous world, Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
See all its store of inland waters hurld
Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep,
Where the blue bills of old Toronto shed Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed! Saint of this green Isle! hear our prayers,
Should trace the grand Cadaraqui, and glide Oh! grant us cool heavens and favouring airs. Down the white Rapids of his lordly tide Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
Through massy woods, through islets flowering fair, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past! Through shades of bloom, where the first sinful pair
For consolation might have weeping trod,
When banishid from the garden of their God!
Oh, Lady! these are miracles, which man,
Caged in the bounds of Europe's pigmy plan, TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE R-WD-N. Can scarcely dream of: which his eye must see,
To know how beautiful this world can be! FROM THE BANKS OF THE ST.-LAWRENCE. But soft!-the tinges of the west decline, Not many months have now been dream'd away
And night falls dewy o'er these banks of pine. Since yonder sun (beneath whose evening ray
Among the reeds, in which our idle boat We rest our boat among these Indian isles)
Is rockid to rest, the wind's complaining note Saw me, where mazy Trent serenely smiles
Dies, like a half-breathed whispering of flutes; Through many an oak, as sacred as the groves
Along the wave the gleaming porpoise shoots, Beneath whose shade the pious Persian roves,
And I can trace him, like a watery star, a And hears the soul of father or of chief,
Down the steep current, till he fades afar Or loved mistress, sigh in every leaf!?
Amid the foaming breaker's silvery light, There listening, Lady! while thy lip hath sung
Where yon rough Rapids sparkle through the night! My own unpolish'd lays, how proud I've hung
Here, as along this shadowy bank I stray, On every mellow'd number! proud to feel
And the smooth glass-snake, 3 gliding o'er my way, That notes like mine should have the fate to steal,
Shows the dim moonlight through his scaly form, As o'er thy hallowing lip they sigh'd along,
Fancy, with all the scene's enchantment warm, Such breath of passion and such soul of song.
Hears in the murmur of the nightly breeze,
Some Indian Spirit warble words like these :
From the clime of sacred doves, 4
Where the blessed Indian roves,
Through the air on wing, as white
As the spirit-stones of light, 5
"When I arrived at Chippewa, within three miles of the Falls, it A l'ombre d'un bois je m'en vais danser.
was too late to think of visiting them that evening, and I lay awake all I ventured to harmonize this air, and have published it. Without night with the sound of the cataract in my ears. The day following 1 that charm which association gives to every little memorial of scenes or consider as a kind of era in my life, and the first glimpse which ! feelings tbat are past, the melody may perhaps be thought common and caught of those wonderful Falls gave me a feeling which nothing in this tribing; but I remember when we have entered, at sunset, upon one of world can ever excite again. those beautiful lakes, into which the St Lawrence so grandly and wa- To Colonel Brock, of the 49th, who commanded at the Fort, I am parexpectedly opens, I have beard this simple air with a pleasure which the ticularly indebted for his kindness to me during the fortnight I remained Loest compositions of the first masters have never given me ; and now, ** Niagara, Among many pleasant days, which I passed with him and there is not a aste of it which does not recal to my memory tbe dip of his brother-officers, that of our visit to the Tuscarora ladians was not car cars in the St. Lawrence, the light of our boat down the Rapids, the least interesting. They received us in all their ancient costume; the and all those new and fanciful impressions to whicla my heart was alive young mea exbibited, for our amusement, in the race, the bat-game, daring the whole of this very iuteresting voyage.
etc. while the old and the women sat in groups under the surrounding The above danzas are supposed to be sung by thase royageurs who go trees, and the picture altogether was as beautiful as it was new to me. to the Grande Portage by the Utawas River. For an account of this · Anunat, in his Travels, has noticed this shooting illumination sonderful undertaking, see Sia ALEEANDER Mackescit's General History which porpoises diffuse at night through the St Lawrence. - Vol... of the Fur Trade, prefixed to his Journal.
1. At the Rapid of St Ana they are obliged to take out part, if not : The glass-snake is brittle and transparent. the whole, of their lading. It is from this spot the Canadians consider • The departed spirit goes into the Ceuntry of Souls, where, accordibey take their departure, as it possesses the last church on the island, ing to some, it is transformed into a dove.»-CRARLEVOIX, upon the which is dedicated to the tutelar saint of voyagers,,– HackeSUE's Ge- Traditions and the Religion of the Savages of Canada. See the cuneral History of the Fur Trade.
rious Fable of the American Orpheus in Laritat, tom. i. p. 402. *. Avendo essi per costume di avere in veneratione gli alberi grandi 5. The mountaios appeared to be sprinkled with white stones, whicha ed antichi, quasi che siano spesso ricettaccoli di anime beate..-- Pietro clistened in the sun, and were called by the Indians manetoe aseniah, della Valle, Part. Second. Lettera 16 da i giardini di Scirat.
or spirit-stones... Mackenz'Journal.
By the garden's fairest spells,
Dewy buds and fragrant bells,
Fancy all his soul embowers
In the fly-bird's heaven of flowers!
Oft, when hoar and silvery flakes
Melt along the ruffled lakes;
When the gray moose sheds his horns,
When the track, at evening, warns
Weary hunters of the way
To the wig-wam's cheeriog ray,
Then, aloft through freezing air,
With the snow-bird - soft and fair
As the fleece that heaven flings
O'er his little pearly wings,
Light above the rocks I play,
Where Niagara's starry spray,
Frozen on the cliff, appears
Like a giant's starting tears!
There, amid the Island-sedge,
the cataract's edge,
Where the foot of living man
Never trod since time began,
Lone I sit, at close of day,
While, beneath the golden ray,
Icy columns gleam below,
Feather'd round with falling snow,
And an arch of glory springs,
Brilliant as the chain of rings
Round the neck of virgins hung,-
Virgins ? who have wander'd young
Oer the waters of the west
To the land where spirits rest!
Thus have I charm'd, with visionary lay,
The lonely moments of the night away;
And now, fresh daylight o'er the water beams!
Once more embark'd upon the glittering streams,
Our boat tlies light along the leafy shore,
Shooting the falls, without a dip of oar
Or breath of zeplıyr, like the mystic bark
The poet saw, in dreams divinely dark, "I was thioking here of what Canyer says so beautifully in his Boroe, without sails, along the dusky tlood, 3 description of one of these lakes: • When it was calm, and the sun
While on its deck a pilot angel stood, shone brighs, I could sit in my canoe, where the depth was upwards of six fathoms, and plainly see buge piles of stone at the bottom, of And, with his wings of living light unfurld, different shapes, some of which appeared as if tbey bad been bewo: Coasted the dim sliores of another world! the water was at this time as pure and transparent as air, and my canoe seemed as if it hung suspeoded in that element. It was impossible to
Yet oh! believe me in this blooming maze look atteatively through this limpid medium, at the rocks below, wibout finding. before many minutes were clapsed, your head swim and Of lovely nature, where the fancy strays Your eyes no longer able to bebold the dazzliuc scene..
From charm to charm, where every flow'ret's hue 1. Après avoir traversé plusieurs isles peu, compidérables, nous en
Hath something strange, and every leaf is new! trouvámes le quatrième jour une fameuse, nommée l'isle de Manitou
Manataulin alin..- Voyages du Baron de LARONTAN, kom. i. let, 15.
I never feel a bliss so pure and still, signibes a Place of Spirits, and this island in Lake Huron is beld va- So heavenly calm, as when a stream or hill, cred by the Indians.
3. The Wakon-Bird, which probably is of the same species with the "Emberiza hyemalis. - See Inlar's Kentucky, page 280. Bird of Paradise, receives its name from the ideas the Indians have of
· Laftan wishes to believe, fus ihe sake of his theory, that there was its superior es ellence; the Wskoo-Bird berug, in their language, the an order of vestals established among the Iroquois Indians but I am Erd of the Great Spirito-MOBSŁ.
afraid that Jacques Carthier, upon whose authority he supports himasell. 4 Tbe islands of Lake Erie are surrounded to a considerable distance
meant anything but restal institutions by the ocabanes pobliques by the large pond-lily, whose leaves spread thickly over the surface of which he met with at Montreal. -See Larimau, Meurs des Sawreges the lake, and form a kicd of bed for the water-snabes in summer. Americains, etc. tom. i. p. 173. 5. The gold-thread is of the vine kind, and grows in swampe.
I Vedi che sdegna gli argomenti umani; roots spread themselves just under the surface of the morasses, and are
Sicheremo non vuol, de alıro velo. easily drawn out by bandfals. They resemble a large entangled skcia
Che l'ale sueirulinisi lontani. of silk, and are of a bright yellow..-Vosse. 6. L'oiseau mouche, grurcumineun banneton, est de toutes couleurs,
Vedi come l'ha drille verso 'l ciclo vives et changeuntes : il tire sa subsistence de leurs comme les abeilles;
Trattando l'aerecon l'eterne penac; son nid est fort d'un coton tres-liu suspendu a une brauche d'arlore..
Che non si mutan, come mortal pelo, Pyages aux Indes Occidentales, par M. Bosse. Second part, kul.si.
Danik, Purgatur, cant. ii.
Or veteran oak, like those remember'd well,
Her sails are full, though the wind is still,
Oh! what doth that vessel of darkness bear ?
The silent calm of the grave is there, I once indulged by Trent's inspiring stream;
Save now and again a death-knell rung, Of all my sunny morns and moonlight nights And the flap of the sails with night-fog hung! On Donington's green lawns and breezy heights!
There lieth a wreck on the dismal shore Whether I trace the tranquil moments o'er
Of cold and pitiless Labrador;
Fall many a mariner's bones are tossid !
And the dim blue fire that lights her deck
Doth play on as pale and livid a crew,
As ever yet drank the church-yard dew!
To Deadman's Isle, in the eye of the blast,
Oh! hurry thee on-oh! hurry thee on,
Nor let morning look on so foul a sight
As would blanch for ever her rosy light!
TO THE BOSTON FRIGATE."
ON LEAVING HALIFAX FOR ENGLAND, OCTOBER 1804.
PINDAR. Pyth. 4.
Wita triumph this morning, oh Boston! I hail - OF MONTREAL.
The stir of thy deck and the spread of thy sail, 'T was but for a moment-and yet in that time
For they tell me I soon shall be wafted, in thee, She crowded the impressions of many an hour:
To the flourishing isle of the brave and the free, eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime, And that chill Nova-Scotia's unpromising strand? Whicla waked every feeling at once into flower! Is the last I shall tread of American land. Oh! could we have stolen but one rapturous day,
Well- peace to the land! may the people, at length, To renew such impressions again and again, Know that freedom is bliss, but that honour is strength; The things we could look, and imagine, and say, That though man have the wings of the fetterless wind,
Would be worth all the life we had wasted till then! Of the wantonest air that the north can unbind, What we had not the leisure or language to speak, We were thirteen days on our passage from Quebec to Halifax, and
We should find some more exquisite mode of revealing, I had been so spoiled by the very splendid hospitality with which my And, between us, should feel just as much in a week,
friends of the Phaeton and Boston bad treated me, that I was but ill
prepared to encounter the miseries of a Canadian ship. The weather, As others would take a millennium in feeling!
however, was pleasant, and the wedery along the river delightful. Our passage through the Gut of Canso, with a bright sky and a fair wind, was particularly striking and romantic.
• Commanded by Captain J. E. Douglas, with wbom I returned to WRITTEN
England, and to whom I am indebted for many, many kindnesses. Ja ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND,
truth, I should but offend the delicacy of my friend Douglas, and, at
the same time, do injanice to my own feelings of gratitude, did I asIN THE GULF OF ST LAWRENCE,
tempt to say how much I owe to bim.
* Sir Jobo Wentworth, the Governor of Nova-Scotia, very kindly Late in the Evening, September, 1804.
allowed me to accompany bim on his visit to the college which they
bave lately established at Windsor, about forty miles from Halifax, See you, beneath yon cloud so dark,
and I was indeed most pleasantly sarprised by the beauty and fertility Fast gliding along, a gloomy bark!
of the country which opened upon us after the bleak and rocky wilder
ness by which Halifax is surrounded. I was told that, in travelling This is one of the Magdalen Islands, and, singularly enough, is onwards, we should find the soil and the scenery improve, and it gave the property of Sir Isaac Cofho. The above lines were suggested by a me much pleasure to know that the worthy Governor bas by no means superstition very common among sailors, who call this ghost-ship, I such an einamabile regnum, as I was, at first sight, inelined to bethink, the flying Dutchman..