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cheaply bought at the expense of con- emotions of that first retum to the siderable pain. The mere absence of delicious enjoyment of pure air and pain in the human frame is one of gentle exercise ! The turf beneath his those blessings, which is the most un- feet is softer than he ever felt before, gratefully enjoyed-and of which it the birds seem to pour forth a sweeter requires the frequent recurrence of its melody to welcome his recovery-how opposite to enliven our sense, and to fragrant is every shrub-how beautigive us that delightful consciousness fully that white lilac intermixes its that all is right and harmonious blossoms with the elegant laburnam within and about us; and this is ne- which displays its gay and golden ver felt in its full luxury, but when fringe in front of that noble purple it immediately succeeds a state of bo- beech! How luxuriant is all around dily suffering. We then feel our earth him !-he cannot take a step without a heaven — and our hearts run over seeing some new delight-and when, with thankfulness for that which the from weakness, he is obliged to repose day before we enjoyed without ac. under the spreading ivied oak, he sits knowledgment.

lost in ecstasy, listening to every wellWhat can be more heavenly than known summer sound which, all in the state of mind which belongs to wild harmony, strike upon his delightconvalescence ! the recent relief from ed ear, and send a thrill to his heart, pain-the rapture we feel on the re- which moistens his eyes with delicious turn of ease ! what soft delicious feel- tears. To the eye of vulgar observaings-what exaltations in our thoughts tion, he presents perhaps, at this mo-what warmth in our imaginations— ment, in an emaciated appearance, what gratitude, what enthusiasm in pale cheek and faded eye, only objects our devotions ! what benevolence to- of commiseration, but how widely wards all around us ! Let the sceptie mistaken! while those who can read the in these matters only watch the pro- soul know, that he is really enjoying gress of the convalescent invalid, be one of the highest states of felicity. ginning with the moment when he Compare him with that ruddy son of first leaves the fevered bed to which health, who is walking up and down he has been sometime confined. With near him—Which has the highest enwhat exquisite delight is this simple joyment of the present scene? Does change attended—and what inexpres- he even see the grass, the sky, the sible relief is bestowed by the new trees, the stream Does he hear the posture ! By and by he makes an ex- birds with rapture, or feel the influcursion to the further end of his cham- ence of the balmy air? Not a jot-not a ber, and at length reaches the window jot-he is engaged in the simple operwhich has been the object of his wist- ation of taking a walk-and his legs ful gaze for some days past. What a kindly performing this office for him, sight does he behold! Perhaps when his thoughts perhaps are far distant, he fell ill, Winter was still lingering and he perceives nothing extraordiin the lap of May, and a few leaves nary, or at least what he has not seen and buds, pushed forth before the rest, a thousand times before. stood shivering and looking comfort- Another little item in the sick man's lessly at one another, in the absence pleasures is—the doctor; and however of the Sun; (like strangers meeting pleasant it is to laugh at the doetor all in a drawing-room, in the awkward the days of our health, it is no less pleainterval before the host and hostess sant to send for him the moment one is have appeared)- but whilst he has sick, like children who enjoy being delost sight of them, Nature's secret ceived by conjuring tricks-What a artificers have been in full operation. pleasure to see him gravely enter--to All is radiant, and green, and beauti- talk over the case-the news-polities ful.-His eyes are ravished with the-scandal-to receive a word of comsight of the foliage, the flowers—the fort at parting-to feel better when he lawn—the stream ;-the sensations he is gone-and to declare there is someexperiences are almost overpowering; thing in a doctor after all—and to look whilst every breath of the fresh air forward impatiently to his visit toseems to bring new health to his in- morrow! Then how important bemost soul. By degrees he is strong come all the trivial incidents of life! enough to walk abroad: oh, what pen What an epoch in the invalid's day is could ever define correctly the various dinner ! Conceive, reader, the hour ap

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proaching which brings him the first other. And as of all these things but meal which he meets with a convalese few can be obtained, so we are liable cent appetite. How many times does he to as many disappointments in the look at his watch! still a quarter of an possession of those few, as we suffer hour wanting - he turns in his chair, from our inability to attain the rest. and purposes to think out that por But to the sick man these weary worktion of time; but before five minutes ings of the spirit come not.

His pains are past-the watch is consulted again and pleasures lie in a small space. To -he conjectures it must have stopped bear the one patiently, and to enjoy -No, it still goes-he tries to doze the other, is all his business. His helpaway, the interininable period — At lessness frees him from the duty of length the clock strikes two-delight- activity-his languor takes from him ful sound-He snuffs up the fragrant the wish as well as the capacity for steam, which seems to visit his nose pleasure-amusement would weary trils from the busy scene of prepara- him-and the world appears to him tion—a few more minutes elapse-he as a thing in which he has no concern, is amazed at the monstrous want of and he shudders at the idea of its inpunctuality, it is not to be borne—he trusion into his chamber. His armis sure it is half an hour after the chair is to him a kingdom-the solitime, and his hand seizes the bell-rope tude of his own room universal eme somewhat impatiently, when the door pire-his wants are few and simple, flying open with a delightful swing, and his pleasures are comprised in that announces the entrée of the roasted little circle of agreeable incidents which chicken to quick time-piping hot divide his time, and he possesses the -round and plump—of a beautiful highest degree of happiness, in being autumnal complexion, and duly ac- able to command all the enjoyment of companied by its fragrant and faith- which he is capable. ful attendant-parsley sauce. Oh ye Men differ in nothing so much as gods! what a sight! and who shall in what constitutes their happiness. dare to compare the sensations of the The indolent man's paradise must partaker of this feast, with those surely be situated in a sick roomwhich pervade the fastidious palate because there alone he is furnished and dull sensibilities of the man in with that respectable excuse for his health who sits down to his repast inactivity, which he cannot indulge without seeing any thing in it be- in the season of health, without yond a dinner, who eats at that time some compunction of conscience. For because he always does so—and drinks myself, without too broadly hinting without reflecting on the privileges he that I belong to that class of men, is enjoying-In a very different spirit I will own, that were I to build a is the above-mentioned rite observed, temple to Happiness, it should assume and the sacrifice of the said chicken to the form of a luxurious arm-clair, the Goddess Hygeia is far otherwise well adapted for repose in the hour of performed. Even theruby-nosed aldere gentle sickness. Content, we are told, man—when the haunch or the cale- depends on the frame of mind, rather pash smoke on the board-sits down than our external circumstances, to the banquet with inferior gusto. now I am sensible myself of an essen

And this exemplifies also the advan- tial difference in the state and powers tage we derive from Sickness, in the of my mind under the operation of illpower it gives of circumscribing our ness. The incapacity to follow worldwants—and if true happiness consists ly business and ordinary occupationin having few wants, i know nothing and the absence of all those little that brings us nearer to that realization vexatious nothings which devour the of felicity than illness.—In health what lives of those who live in the world, fantastic wishes beset us—what crowds produce that delightful “ recueilleof artificial necessities harass our minds ment du ceur et de l'esprit,” which and drive out sweet content !-We disposes them best for the heavenly must have fine houses, and fine clothes mood of contemplation.—A slight des -and fine friends, and fine acquain- gree of fever too, I am confident, tance-our appetites must be stimu- strengthens the energies of the mind, lated by luxuries—and we must go however it may weaken the powers of here and there, and we are miserable the body never find my thoughts if we cannot do this, that, and the flow so fast or so freely, as when

confined to my bed by indisposition. that should it come to my door, it Ideas come unbidden-chains of might be the means of elevating my thought succeed each other-my fancy mind to higher flights than it has yet seems richer—my thoughts purer- reached, and materially assist me in my conceptions more sublime. It is the execution of a work of which I then that I possess the clearest con- conceived the embryo idea during an viction of the double nature of our attack of an intermittent, which I was existence. It is then that I am sure fortunate enough to have, whilst on a I have, indeed, a soul-a divine, ethe- visit to a friend whoresides near thefens real spark, which even now, while in Lincolnshire; and who has kindly clogged with this lump of suffering given me the offer of his house in the mortality, disdaining to be controlled autumn, should I wish a periodical by its frail tenement, soars triumphants return of the disorder. But, however ly in the regions of exalted thought. So highly I may prize the pleasures of entirely am I persuaded of the truth of sympathy, I should deem it culpable these remarks, that at the outset of any voluntarily to distress the feelings of literary undertaking, I have been fain those about me, whose minds are not to indulge myself with taking a little sufficiently tinctured with my theory cold, in order to set my intellectuality to allow of their entering into the afloat. Hence, too, I view with feels sublime spirituality of my notions. ings very different from those of my Yet if I fail in obtaining the desired neighbours, the approach of an infec- degree of inspiration, I must make tious fever, which I am told has some effort-and if I could ever be broken out in my immediate vicinity. tempted to encounter the fatigues of I have already observed that I am not leaving England, it would be, not like desirous of extremes—nor would I others, in pursuit of health, but with court the benefit of the highest degree an exactly opposite intention ;-and of delirium which a typhus might by simply transporting myself to Cafurnish ; but, having profited by the diz, I might, with little or no trouble, weaker attacks of febrile excitement, get a slight touch of the fever which I am almost curious to know what is said to flourish there,—and thus, at might arise from the application of a a small expence, at once indulge my more powerfulstimulus— Ishall, there. whim, and spare the anxieties of my fore, not take the trouble to run away surrounding friends. from it as others are doing-sensible



By David Lindsay.

At that call
Slowly he came, his high majestic brow
Unblanch'd by the fierce summons, that from lips
More proud than his, and cheeks of livelier glow,
Had drawn the hues of life—he slowly came,
And stood before the throne, where sat the King,
The crown'd of God, the heir of David, he
Whose diadem was of eternity,
Whose throne was built by everlasting hands-
He stood before the seat, yet bent he not,
Although around his brow the crown of stars,
Faint images of those which gem the paths
Of the sapphirine heaven, shed a light
Miraculous and bright-he heeded not,
Shrunk not from the wild majesty of hell,
With which a spirit of the dain'd had dress'd
The Victim King, but with a steady eye
(In which there was a sparkle of a fire
Still’d, but undying, that unquench'd could look
Upon all hell's fierce glories) gazed around,

And smiled in sadness, but in silence.-



“ Wilt thou not speak to me?" Manasseh said ;
“ I sent for thee, that thou might'st witness how
I mock the jealousy of him thou serv'st-
Lo! here Baalim-in thy temple's domes
Upon the very ark, where he may be
O'ershadow'd by the Cherubim, I will,
My people, place this image-if thy God,
Indeed, has chosen Solomon's high seat
For his especial throne, let him come down
And banish hence th' intruder."-


Then the form
Of stern Isaiah with the mighty spirit
Of an avenging god grew terrible
The drops of agony stood on his brow
The spark, that lay still sleeping in his eye,

up like Sinai's lightnings, his broad breast
Heaved, and his garments rustled loud, and waved
As though a mighty wind was round him, though
There was not air enough within that dome
To beat the cloud of incense down, which rolld
Its perfumed curls before the sinful King-
Forth did he stretch his mantled arm, and strove
To speak, but yet he could not.


Then the Fiend Which was Manasseh's angel, whisper'd him, And said, “ Strike-strike the accursed he will turn Thy people from their purpose ; thou wilt be The scorn'd before all Judah,-strike him dead, Or haste to raise the Image."


Then the eye Of the God fraught, turn'd on the speaker's face, Who stood beside the King, he did not die, But vanish'd suddenly—there was a groan! A shriek !—then there was nothing !- vacancy Where he had been—they look'd upon the spot And shudder'd-then they turn'd them to the brow Th' annihilating eye--their souls grew sick They look'd toward the King.


He held his peace, Then suddenly he cried, “ Some music, ho!" The singing-women, and the men approach! The inspiration is upon the man, And harmony will open his closed lips

Sing to the praise of Baalim.”

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Praise, Praise !
He cometh unto Judah-David's son
Prepareth him a Temple_ well done!
Jehovah, who hath slept upon his Throne,
Now leaveth it for ever. Thou alone
Shalt be our Sovereign and our Lord !0, Star
Of Chiun, hail!--for in the mighty war
Jehovah thou hast vanquish’d.


But then broke
The voice of thunder from the sacred man-
“ Welcome!-I bid thee welcome-Israel's God
Permits thee in his presence-I oppose
No more thine entrance to the Holy Place-
The finger of the Eternal beckons thee
He hath resign’d his seat-Manasseh's God
Shall rule Manasseh's people—hasten-go-
Oppose thee to the Ark-So Dagon did
In Ashdod once but not like thee he strode
Triumphant over Israel—thou above
Thy Brother Demons-none but thee have dared
This majesty of sin. Jehovah goes !
Sublimity of Hell, Manasseh bows
His soul in adoration.”


Then the King Laugh'd as in ecstasy—“ He hath declared His God is powerless; he submits, and thee, Oh, Baal, to thy temple we convey, With song, and dance, and honours—'neath thy wing, Son of the Morning, cowers th' eternal Throne Of David for thy sbelter.


The songs of delight
Shall swell all around thee,
With a girdle of light
To our land we have bound thee.
The dull sleeping Earth
At our summons shall wake,
Gird her form with the chain
Which never shall break.
The dull sleeping Earth

With rapture shall bound,
And her aged form grow young at the sound,
Which spreadeth thy might, and thy glory around.

But then Isaiah spoke !-" The sound I hear
Is of the vulture and the wolf-howl! howl !
Your banquet is preparing, even now
The slaughterers are rising Kill and slay!
Then feed ye unto loathing-hear, thou King !
Thou sitter on the Everlasting Throne,
Thou wearer of the bright Eternal Crown,
One sinks beneath thee, and into the dust
Tumbles the Diadem !"


The King grew mad, And gave commandment that the image vile

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