Her eyes dwell on one spot-there past The deeply shrouded sun, Seen through the mist of years; The red sun's light is there, In sombre radiance shed; Upon a slaughter'd maid-so fair, You would not deem her dead : One arm an aged man clasps round; Her life-blood weeps along the ground. CANZONE. Jacopo Sannazzaro. C. S-N. TO THE TOMB OF ANDROGEUS.] "Alma beata e bella " O pure and blessed soul ! That from thy clay's control THE HARP-A TALE. From the German of the Poet Korner. THE Secretary Sellner had begun to taste the first spring of happiness with his youthful bride. Their union was not founded on that vague and evanescent passion which of Escap'd,hast sought and found thy native sphere ten lives and dies almost in the same mo And from that lofty throne Look'st down with smiles alone On this vain scene of mortal hope and fear; Thou charm'st thy shepherds back And other vales and hills, In happier loves new Fauns and Sylvans rove; By Daphne's side or Melibee's shalt be; As to the elm the twine A ment-sympathy and esteem formed the basis of their attachment. Time and experience, without diminishing the ardour, had confirmed the permanence of their mutual sentiments. It was long since they had discovered that they were formed for each other, but want of fortune imposed the necessity of a tedious probation; till Sellner, by obtaining the patent for a place, found himself in possession of an easy competence, and on the following Sunday brought home in triumph his long-betrothed bride. succession of ceremonious visits for some weeks engrossed many of those hours that the young couple would have devoted to each other. But no sooner was this onerous duty fulfilled, than they eagerly escaped from the intrusion of society to their delicious solitude; and the fine summer evenings were but too short for plans and anticipations of future felicity. Sellner's flute and Josephine's harp filled up the intervals of conversation, and with their harmonious unison seemed to sound the prelude to many succeeding years of bliss and concord. One evening, when Josephine had played longer than usual, she suddenly complained of headache: she had, in reality, risen with this symptom of indisposition, but concealed it from her anxious husband; naturally susceptible of nervous complaints, the attention which she had lent to the music, and the emotions it excited in her delicate frame, had increased a slight indisposition to fever, and she was now evidently ill. A physician was called in, who so little anticipated danger that he promised a cure on the morrow. But after a night spent in delirium, her disorder was pronounced a nervous fever, [tain, which completely baffled the efforts of mediRang thro' the lonely grove and echoing moun-cal skill, and on the ninth day was confess Of the enlacing vine As to the summer field the waving grain- Thou wert the pride and stay, The hope and glory of our youthful train. The nymphs bemoan'd thy doom The hollow caves, the woods and waters wail'd; Thy much-lov'd name alone 172 edly mortal. Josephine herself was perfect- | presence." With rapturous emotion he snatched the flute, and the harp again responded, but gradually its tones became softer, till the melodious murmurs ceased and all again was silent. Sellner's feeble frame was completely disordered by these tumultuous emotions; when he threw himself on his bed it was only to rave deliriously of the Addressing her husband, for the last time, she exclaimed, “My dear Edward, Heaven can witness it is with unutterable regret that i depart from this fair world, where I have found with thee a state of supreme feli-harp; after a sleepless night he rose only to city; but though I am no longer permitted anticipate the renewal of his emotions; with to live in those arms, doubt not thy faithful unspeakable impatience he awaited the reJosephine shall still hover round thee, and as turn of evening, when he again repaired to a guardian-angel encircle thee till we meet Josephine's apartment, where, as before, again." She had scarcely uttered these when the clock struck nine, the harp began words when she sunk on her pillow, and to play, in concert with the flute, and prosoon fell into a slumber, from which she longed its melodious accompaniment till the awoke no more; and when the clock was tones gradually subsided to a faint and tremstriking nine, it was observed that she had ulous vibration, and all again was silent. breathed her last. The agonies of Sellner Exhausted by this second trial, it was with may be more easily conceived than describ- difficulty that Sellner tottered to his chamber, ed: during some days it appeared doubtful where the visible alteration in his appearwhether he would survive; and when, after ance excited so much alarm, that the physia confinement of some weeks, he was at cian was again called in, who, with sorrow length permitted to leave his chamber, the and dismay, detected aggravated symptoms powers of youth seemed paralysed, his limbs of the fever which had proved so fatal to Jowere enfeebled, his frame emaciated, and sephine; and so rapid was its progress that he sunk into a state of stupor, from which in two days the patient's fate appeared inhe was only to be roused by the bitterness evitable. Sellner became more composed, of grief. To this poignant anguish succeed- and revealed to the physician the secret of ed a fixed melancholy; a deep sorrow conse- his late mysterious communications, avowcrated the memory of his beloved; her ing his belief that he should not survive the apartment remained precisely in the state in approaching evening. No arguments could which it had been left previous to her death; remove from his mind this fatal presage; on the work-table lay her unfinished task; as the day declined, it gained strength; and the harp stood in its accustomed nook, un- he earnestly entreated, as a last request, to touched and silent; every night Sellner he conveyed to Josephine's apartment. The Sellner no sooner went in a sort of pilgrimage to the sanctua-prayer was granted. ry of his love, and taking his flute, breathed reached the well-known spot than he gazed forth, in deep, plaintive tones, his fervent with ineffable satisfaction on every object He endeared by affectionate remembrance. aspirations for the cherished shade. The evening hour advanced; he dismiswas thus standing in Josephine's apartment, lost in thought, when a broad gleam of sed his attendants, the physician alone remoonlight fell on the open window, and maining in the apartment. When the clock from the neighbouring tower the watchman struck nine Sellner's countenance was sudproclaimed the ninth hour; at this moment. denly illumined, the glow of hope and pleaas if touched by some invisible spirit, the sure flushed on his wan cheeks, and he pasharp was heard to respond to his flute in sionately exclaimed-" Josephine, greet me perfect unison. Thunderstruck at this pro- once more at parting, that I may overcome digy, Sellner suspended his flute, and the the pangs of death." At these words the harp became silent; he then began, with harp breathed forth a strain of jubilee, a deep emotion, Josephine's favourite air, sudden gleam of light waved round the dying when the harp resumed its melodious vibra-man, who, on beholding the sign, exclaimed tions, thrilling with ecstacy. At this con--"I come, I come to thee," and sunk firmation of his hopes, he sunk on the senseless on the couch. It was in vain that ground, no longer doubting the presence of the beloved spirit; and whilst he opened his arms to clasp her to his breast, he seemed to drink in the breath of spring, and a pale glimmering light flitted before his eyes. "I know thee, blessed spirit," exclaimed the bewildered Sellner, "thou didst promise to hover round my steps, to encircle me with thy immortal love. Thou hast redeemed thy word; it is thy breath that glows on my lips; I feel myself surrounded by thy the astonished physician hastened to bis assistance, and he too late discovered that life had yielded in the conflict. It was long before he could bring himself to divulge the mysterious circumstances which had preceded Sellner's dissolution; but once, in a moment of confidence, he was insensibly led to make the detail to a few intimate friends, and finally produced the harp, which he had appropriated to himself as a legacy from the dead. New-York Literary Gazette. giving to the body of every age "its form and pressure." 1825. "This efficient power of intellectual influence, both for good and evil, is a power of exhaustless activity and unbounded extent. Like a subtle and expansive fluid, it diffuses itself to the utmost borders, and pervades all Judge Gould's Address to the Connecticut Alpha of the Phi Beta Kappa. JUDGE GOULD is one of the most distinguished members of the Phi Beta Kappa.—the recesses of human society. For how His high character as a jurist is well known throughout the Union, and he has added in a great degree to his literary reputation by this highly finished and eloquent address.It is replete with sound opinions and just views; and it shows the original thinker and the polished writer. The dominant influence of intellect over the affairs of life, is little understood by the multitude; they are sometimes governed by it without perceiving it. In reference to this subject, Judge Gould makes the following remarks: many of those practical rules of life and conduct-of those sententious maxims of traditional wisdom and duty, which even the most illiterate, in all civilized communities, possess, are they unconsciously indebted to teachers, of other nations and other times, and whose very names are known only to the scholar and the general reader! As intellectual culture advances in the world, the light of antiquity is transmitted from age which the wise and the learned, of every to age; and many of those useful lessons, period, have bequeathed to mankind, thus find their way, as well to the cottage as the palace. And thus the recorded wisdom of each generation becomes the instructor of all classes of men, in all succeeding times." We regret that we have not room for more extracts from this classical and instructive address. "There are comparatively few, it would seem, who are in the habit of assigning to the dominion of the mind its actual extent, or of contemplating its vast and momentous results. Those great events and conjunctures, which suddenly and sensibly affect the condition of society, force themselves, like the grand operations of external nature, Advice. We have received a long letter upon the attention of mankind: But we seldom contemplate, and still more seldom just- signed "A Patron," containing much sage ly estimate, the efficient influence which the counsel, as to the manner of conducting our intellectual light of a single age, or even a paper. The substance of this letter is, that if single mind, may diffuse throughout the globe, and transmit to all posterity. Who we implicitly observe the directions of our can define the limits of that dominion which Mentor, and totally yield our own to his betthe philosophers and orators, the poets, his-ter judgment, we shall sail upon the editorial torians and moralists of former ages, have sea with prosperous winds and streaming constantly exercised, and continue to exer-banners-but if we are so vain-glorious as cise, over the human mind?-a dominion to have an opinion of our own, and so foolfar transcending, in authority, that of thrones and sceptres; and extending to what mere civil power can never reach-the opinions, and sentiments, and tastes, and affections of mankind. hardy as to follow that opinion, we shall run foul on Scylla, and the forlorn Literary Gazette will perish without a monument or an epitaph to honour its memory. After peru"Who can determine to what extent the sing our "Patron's" epistle, we exclaimed views and habits of thinking, and by neces- with Billy Lackaday, "Oh! it's too touchsary consequence, the morals and character of the present age, have been formed and ing!" and if we had been within arm's moulded by the master-spirits of former length of Billy's bottle of comfort, we doubt times?-by minds like those of Aristotle and not that we should have consoled our desBacon, of Cicero and Locke, of Hume and pair by a deep potation, in spite of a gouty Voltaire, of Addison and Johnson? For toe, and our doctor's positive prohibition.— more than two thousand years, Aristotle, Our Patron objects to original matter, and alone, gave law to the empire of mind, throughout the civilized world; and swayed thinks it would redound far more to our own a dominion, surpassing, in extent and dura- glory, were we to make up our paper chiefly tion combined, that of any monarch, or con-of selections. Cruel and barbarous man! queror, who ever held in subjection the per- he would deprive our vanity of the exquisons and rights of men. How vast, then, how site gratification of seeing our "" whimimmeasurable, must be the combined influence of superior and enlightened intellects whams" and cogitations in print; he would throughout the globe, in forming the char-require us to drop our "gray goose-quill,” acters of individuals and communities, and and to utter despairingly, "Othello's occu to market. We recommend it to the consideration of all advisers and counsellors who kindly take upon themselves the office of guides to blind and opinionated youth, deeming it monstrous and abominable in young men to have an opinion of their own. About three weeks since we received an pation's gone!" Oh! the Goth! he is more | beth.) We have always admired the fable pitiless than Alaric. He wishes to know of the old man and his son, who endeavourwhy we do not insert Deaths and Marriages. ed to please every body in carrying the Ass Now, as every one knows that Deaths and Marriages are literary subjects—and as our paper professes to be of a literary character, this question is a puzzler-but although our Patron may be a Sphinx, we are Davus -not Edipus. However, by way of accommodation, we hereby promise to fall in love three years after this present date, and to be married nine years after the last men-anonymous letter of a different character tioned event, and to publish it in our paper from the one alluded to in the preceding reThe writer entered his protest in staring capitals, with red ink. We fur-marks. ther promise to publish our own obituary, against our defence of Lord Byron, &c. and with a very just and merited eulogy on our threatened to withdraw his subscription if sundry good qualities. And after all this, we did not desist. If he has read our last who can doubt our compliance and obli- three numbers, he has by this time discovergingness of disposition? "Nemo, Hercule, ed that he made a small mistake in his man, nemo." when he put himself in a menacing attitude with regard to ourselves. "Threatened folk live long," says the Scotch proverb.We aver, and are ready to make affidavit of the fact before all the Aldermen, that we did not fall into convulsions or syncope at the horrid prospect of losing one subscriber,little as it may redound to our credit on the score of sweet sensibility. We have one serious remark to make on this subject, and that is in reference to the word "Patron." We can assure this anonymous writer, whoever he may be, that by using this word he adds no weight to the importance of his advice. We consider 832 pages of literary matter which our paper makes in a year, as a pretty fair value received for the $4 per annum. He is a subscriber, not a patron. The latter word has no place in our dealings with the world.We have frequently received communications in prose and poetry, with the request that we would publish them, and "oblige a Patron." We never have published, and never will publish any article thus recommended-the inducements which our correspondents offer, must be in the merits of their productions, and not in the magical word patron, or they will obtain no place in our columns. A word or two with regard to advice, of which the world is always very liberal.We never followed any one's advice except when it happened to coincide exactly with our own opinion. We have hitherto got along tolerably well in the world, by being our own Solomon; and so great is our selfsufficiency, that we mean to go on in the old way, throwing advice where Macbeth ordered the Doctor to throw physic, and where sad experience has taught us that all physic ought to be thrown-" to the dogs." (By the way, this is most uncharitable to the canine race, both in ourselves and in Mac To Correspondents.-The author of the "Fading Year" has a poetic vein, but his verses are not sufficiently finished, and his style is too redundant. He is apparently a youthful writer, and we do not wish to discourage him-let him study precision, and construct his sentences with a little more care, and he will write to more advantage. The tale of "Bonny Ben" shall have a place. We are sorry to hear from Mr. Topic, that some domestic calamity has befallen him—the particulars he has not mentioned. In consequence, the Tales from Crossbasket are postponed for an indefinite period. Recipe for making a tragedy.-The scene a Duke's palace; personæ, a Duke ; his daughter, in love with a promising youth; his son, a wild harum-scarum fellow, devotedly attached to a dark designing villain, who seems all truth and gentleness, but who aims at the Dukedom. Perhaps it may be as well to make him in love with the Duke's daughter, and let him think, that, by gaining her hand, he stands in better chance of attaining the throne. He declares his love, she repels him disdainfully-this rouses up double refined revenge: he joins a party of outlaws or robbers, and forms a conspiracy; the plot is matured, and on the night appointed for its execution, is discovered. The villain kills his favoured rival, then commits suicide. The girl becomes deranged, and the conspirators are brought to the gallows. If there be not enough to fill up five acts, four or five characters may be added, (male or female, no matter which) of no consequence to the plot, but to keep within the pale of Horace's advice. Now for the mechanism: a fair portion of alarums, drums, trumpets, and guns; thunder, lightning, rain, hail, a dark night, and a wild storm. One or two flourishes when the Duke enters or exits. N.B. It is of no consequence how these ingredients are used, so there be enough of them. If these, and the characters were put into a kaleidescope, and turned round five times, they would make five as good acts as any poetaster's brains could produce. And when I woke, alas! 'twas but to weep Had from the sleeping world withdrawn its light, DUDLEY. MISCELLANEOUS. WHEN the different species of animals are not distinguishable throughout, as the ass, the mule, from the horse-the monkey, the baboon, from the man-they are apt to shock and disgust our sight. Learning is the dictionary, but sense the of science. grammar Art and Science are words frequently made use of, but the precision of which is so rarely understood, that they are often mistaken for one another. I don't like any of the definitions of the schools. I met with a distinction, somewhere, once, comparing science to wit, and art to humour; but it has more of fancy than philosophy in it. It serves to give us, however, some idea of the difference between them, though no idea of either. I think that science may be styled the P.S. It is essential that the curtain fall to knowledge of universals, or abstract wis mournful music. For the New-York Literary Gazette. It was a grand, majestic sight! Below To watch the wave as on the beach it foamed- dom; and art is science reduced to practice -or science is reason, and art the mechanism of it-and may be called practical science. Science, in fine, is the theorem, and art the problem. I am aware that this objection will be made-that poetry is deemed an art, and yet it is not mechanical. But I deny it to be an art-neither is it a science. Arts and sciences may be taught-poetry cannot.But poetry is inspiration-it was breathed into the soul, when it first quickened, and should neither be styled art or science, but genius. He who desires more than will supply the competencies of life, except for the sole purposes of charity, respects others more than himself. For he pays an expensive compliment to the world-as all beyond the first requisite is expended merely to attract the admiration, or provoke the envy of his neighbours. A supplement to Bacon's mythology of the ancients.-Perhaps the fable of Jupiter's supplanting his father Saturn, the first of all the gods, might have arisen from a corruption of the tradition handed down from Adam, that the Son of God was the Creator of the world, and all animated beings therein-which, in the dark ages of ignorance in divine mysteries, might have |