Page images
PDF
EPUB
[blocks in formation]

cipated by his comrades, when they witnessed the picture. Several of the officers accompanied Captain Parry to their huts, where they saw their women and children. The former, instructed by their husbands, who had learnt from the sailors on their visit to the ships the day before, ran out and shook hands with the strangers. There was one pretty looking girl of twelve or thirteen years of age. The children were horribly frightened, and roared lustily in spite of beads and toys. The whole number of natives was about twenty. They had probably seen or heard of Europeans before. No arms were observed among them; but one of the little boys had a miniature bow and arrow, which showed their acquaintance with this weapon.

Taking leave of them about the end of the first week in September, the expedition steered homeward. The ships were separated by a tempest, and the Griper waited seven days for the Hecla at the rendezvous in Shetland; but the latter suffered so much damage, as to be compelled to steer directly for Leith. The Griper also was nearly lost off Sheerness. They are now both at Deptford.

Among the curiosities which were imported by these adventurers from the Arctic regions, was the upper bone of a whale's head, which, on its arrival, being assessed by the custom-house officers, was for some time under sentence of being thrown into the Thames, in order to avoid the impost which had been levied on it. This singular curiosity derives its principal importance from the distance whence it was brought, and the manner in which it was found. It was taken by the Hecla from Melville Island, having been discovered about a mile from the shore, and about 50 feet above the level of the sea; when first seen, it was nearly imbedded in earth, where in all probability it had lain for several centuries. How it could have been conveyed to this strange situation, exhibits a problem that is not easily solved, unless we imagine that the island was originally under water, when it received this deposite, and that it was afterwards thrown up by some violent convulsion of nature. Its weight was so great, as to require seven men to convey it to the ship, and in the quarter | where it was discovered, no human means existed, through which it could

86

have been transferred to its inland situation.

Another natural curiosity was, the head of the musk ox, which seemed to exhibit a model of strength. The bases of the horns were so broad, as to cover all the upper portion of the skull above the eyes, and in thickness they were several inches, having slight grooves to the bend of the horn. Of these animals, only three males were shot. These, when the spring had a little advanced, accompanied by some females and calves, appeared in small droves on Melville Island, which they reached on the ice from the American continent. The calves and the females were too shy to come within gunshot; and it was to their superior courage that the males fell victims. They continued to face the human strangers, with whose deadly weapons they were unacquainted, until they found themselves unable to retreat. The carcase of the largest weighed about seven hundred pounds, including skin and entrails!

Of the mineral productions, many varieties were obtained from granite and gneiss, of the primitive, to sandstone and iron-stone of the second order. Several specimens of slate are among the number; also a reddish granite like that of Egypt, mica, grey limestone, marble, quartz, stinkstone, madrepores, and a sort of bituminous slaty coal, which burns with a flame like cannel coal when put to the candle. Of this latter substance, the voyagers found an abundance; but from its being mixed with slate, it was not calculated to burn alone, and therefore was of little use to them.

The mouse of Barrow Sound, was not the common mouse of Europe, but a distinct species. It was of a dun colour in summer, but in winter it became white. This animal abounds on Melville Island, and it is supposed to form the principal part of the food of the wolf, during the severest season of the year, when all other provisions are scarce. The skin of the rein deer is clothed in winter with a fur nearly three inches in length. The colour is white, with a tawny tinge in some parts on the extremities.

We have already noticed, that among the fowls and birds, the most beautiful was the king-duck. This bird is not only the pride of the Arctic regions, but decidedly the finest of

87

Poetry-Villager's Lay.

the species to which it belongs, of any portion of the globe. The colours which variegate the head are equally superb and uncommon. The figures which they present, seem cut out of the most elegant velvet, which the feathers resembles, both in form and substance. A skinny membrane of a delicate lemon tint, ornaments the bill above; and all around, it is decorated with hues as brilliant as fancy can conceive in a painted bird.

Among the vegetable productions, they found about thirty genera, which chiefly consisted of mosses, grasses, and flowers. Among the latter was the poppy, which grows to the height of seven or eight inches, and blossoms above the whitened surface, thus affording a criterion by which to judge of the general depth of the snow, and shedding a lonely enamel over the uniform desert. Another of the flowers resembles the cowslip, but its leaf is different. The lichens are various and beautiful. One of the grasses produces a seed containing a cotton-like substance.

At the period when the sun had its greatest southern declination, from about half past 11. A. M. until nearly 1. P. M. there was a glimmering light, which indicated distant day in the south. By this glimmering light, they could read the small print in a prayer book. The moon was visible through the 24 hours, and shone with a degree of splendour resembling that which we enjoy in England, during a clear frosty night.

Another expedition will be fitted out in the ensuing summer, and sanguine expectations are already entertained of its success. Should this be fortunate in the attainment of its object, the age in which we live will be rendered memorable in the records of science; and even if the obstacles to be encountered should ultimately prove insurmountable, the attempt will be remembered as a noble effort of maritime enterprise, and of British daring.

THE VILLAGER'S LAY.
CANTO IX.
BY PALEMON.

Now day declines in majesty serene,
The setting sun imbues the ev'ning scene;
Attendant clouds imbibe the glorious dyes,
Or drest in liveried gold adorn the skies:
Welcome sweet hour, and day's expiring smile!
Welcome sweet respite to the labourer's toil!

88

[blocks in formation]

And rustic ev'ning sounds salute his ear.
Go, honest swain! though poverty denied
Art thou not born in the Eternal's plan!
Birthright of Fame, or heritage of Pride;
Heir of both worlds-a saint-an honest man!
To thee life's true nobility is giv'n,
The heraldry of worth, the smile of heav'n.

O ye who press the silken couch of ease,
Till even pleasures lose their power to please;
Turns poison on the lips that drink it up:
Who drug refinement till the cloying cup
O turn, and view the cottage of the poor,
Where wealth nor luxury ever pass'd the door;
Yet there contentment with serene caress,
Mingle the draught of human happiness;
Which gold and luxury to his lord denied.
There, to your menial see the bliss allied,

strife

Not that the cottage life always prepares
Unmingled sweets, nor knows disturbing cares ;
Not that the tranquil reign and smile of peace
Mark certain empire in retreats like these:
Hopes thwarted-reinless passions-marriage
And all the train of ills that cling to life,—
Wait on the peasant, as the titled lord,
The rich man's table, and the cotter's board;
Dissensions sown with fallen nature's seeds,
Spring 'midst life's fairest flowers as noxious
weeds:

These left uncheck'd, or suffer'd to increase,
Will choak domestic happiness and peace.-
O if good angels, with supreme delight,
Behold on earth, one sweeter-lovelier sight!
Why not the home where wedded love is giv'n,
Why not where thou enjoy'st the clement smile
To typify the blessedness of heav'n?
Of love and beauty in thy native isle?

On thy dear lap, O Britain! first I drew
The vital air, and life's warm transports knew :
An English mother's tenderest arts caress'd;
I drew the fount of life upon her breast;
And drew with it, the passion, still that reigns,
The patriot-love of home!--though from my
Pure as the flood from those maternal veins,

birth,

I've own'd no narrower heritage than earth:

Cradled in tenderness, and nurs'd in love,-
Forgive this tribute, ye who can't approve :
And only thanks, whom I might justly praise-
What filial duty owes, my genius pays,

Of woman born, who hath not felt the same?
Cold is the heart-contemptible the man-
With no fine feelings interwove, his plan;
The thought of feeble infancy, who spurns,
And for solicitude contempt returns ;
When pain assail'd, how oft her eye might

Ah, sweet endearment of a Mother's name!

swim

Unreck on'd-thankless-unreturn'd by him!
Nurs'd in a mother's arms, who hath not felt,
At childhood's sweet review, his manhood
melt ?

When partial fondness once upon him smil'd,
And saw all beauty centre in her child?
"Tis Nature's voice-and if perfections crown
One loveliest child-'tis ev'ry mother's own!

[blocks in formation]

I was a timid one, when life was green,
Of proffer'd parley shy, or stranger's mien;
And it grew with me; feelings long represt,
Confide reluctantly in Friendship's breast.
Secluded long, my converse late began,
As slow my confidence-with faithless man.
Perhaps I read him wrong:-when understood,
He less may cleave to ill, and more to good-
Heav'n all my joys to pensiveness inclin'd,
Myself alone, companion of my mind;
I saw in all, unseen by the profane,
Much to delight me--much to give me pain;
Mankind and nature-providence and grace-
These wore a smiling-those a heav'nly face.
I saw their charms--thence inspiration sprung--
I felt the power--and what I felt, I sung.

Who hath not realiz'd the Poet's dream, Love's first illusion-Fancy's first-born theme? Who hath not hop'd, whate'er the mind imbued,

The love of fame-wine-wealth-a solitudeWhen buoyant youth should sink to calmer bliss,

That happiness might seal the nuptial kiss;
And life, its stock of joy or knowledge share,
With some lov'd partner in domestic care;
Content with peace, remote from noisy strife,
To seek retirement in the noon of life;
There nurse to virtue (if such boon be giv'n)
Young bending minds, and point their path to
beav'n?

Thus Fancy pictur'd the delightful day,
Which led the group to exercise and play;
Exchang'd awhile the ornamented room,
For garden walks, and nature's greensward
loom,

While on the hour with summer sunbeams gilt,
The cup of care was innocently spilt;
When seated 'midst the cool veranda's screen,
Of odoriferous flow'rs and foliage green;
On pleasure's side refinement to engage,
Some fav'rite poet lent his sweetest page;
While still within the Mother's view remain'd,
The infant labourers, playfully detain'd;
Some round her knees with fond endearments
twine,

As youthful suckers clasp the parent vine;
Some climb aloft with agile hand and limb,
Proad the veranda's trellis'd sides to trim,
To train the boughs, or, in directer noon,
Hang the sweet honeysuckle's rich festoon.
Some clip the straggling shrubs to neater grace,
Or dress the fragrant tendril-crested vase.
Thus Fancy pictur'd the connubial day,-
Thus hope endear'd-thus did it pass away?—
Or hast thou realiz'd the Poet's dream,
Love's first illusion, Fancy's first-born theme?
Then, I this sketch of wedded life resign,
Glad if the fair original be thine.

End of Canto Ninth.

LINES

The gewgaws of the present scene,
Reject with rational disdain,
And seize on happiness.

Oh!

grasp with ardent, fierce desire, And to your native skies aspire,

And take all heav'n by storm;
With manful strength resolve and fight,
And loudly claim your purchas'd right,
Secure your promis'd home.
Believe 'gainst hope, by faith, unseen,
O'erlook the clouds which lie between,
Direct your wishful eyes

To hidden scenes divinely bright,
Tho' now obscur'd by cheerless night,
Which are beyond the skies.
Tho' cares and troubles now assail,
Let faith but draw aside the veil,

Thro' boist rous seas, thro' troubled waves,
We see our promis'd rest,
Thro' fearful gloom, and cheerless graves;
We finally are blest.

Wherefore let time, its toils and pain,
Inspire the hope of future gain,

I'll count the world as dross;
Can I but keep that land in view,
I'll on ward press, rejoicing too,
And glory in my loss!

[blocks in formation]

90

OF AN ADDRESS TO THE EVENING STAR,

From the Songs of Selma, in the second volume of Ossian's Poems.

HAIL! fairest star of the descending night! Now from the west thou shew'st thy beaming From pitchy clouds thou wav'st thy radiant light,

head;

Thy march majestic o'er the hills is led.
Say! what behold'st thou on the sombre plain.?
The stormy winds are in their caverns laid.
The torrents murmur from their mountain-shore:
Up distant rocks the waves tempestuous roar :
The flies of eve are on their feeble wings;
And with their hum the dusky region rings.
Say! what beholdest thou, fair light of love?
Thou smil'st upon us, quickly to remove.
With eager joy to meet thee heaves each wave;
And swelling asks thy lovely hair to bathe.
Thou silent beam! translucent light! farewell!
Now let the soul of Ossian wake the spell,
J. R.

Priestgate, Peterborough.

SONNET.

WHILST on the verdant bank, I sad reclin'd, The sun shone bright adown the western sky, And musing zephyrs, as they passed by, Deep sigh'd responsive to my troubled mind. The fair enamell'd flow'rs seem'd laughing gay, Whilst from them sprung a fragrance doubly

sweet,

That with a pleasing scent perfum'd my seat,

On the First Epistle of St.John, Chap. ii. And contemplation stole the hour away.

15th Verse.

"Love not the world-neither the things that are in the world."

LOVE not the world, nor yet its toys,
Bat seek for sure, substantial joys-
Which lie in future bliss;

No. 23,-VOL. III.

'Tis thus, thought I, that virtue scents the song Of Poets, to a thoughtful reader's mind, When they infuse the lovely theme among

Their rising numbers, glowing and refin'd. Ev'n thus it doth their troubled cares allay, And, for a while, chase sorrow far away. Stepney, near Newcastle-uponTyne, 1819.

G

W. V.

91

Poetry-Review: Miller's Guide.

SONNET.

To an accomplished and pious young Friend, who
had seen Affliction, and benefited by it—on part-
ing with her after a social visit.
AUGUSTA! pleasantly the days have worn
Their sober hours, yet not unblest with song,
Tho' seldom mirthful, since our shades among
Thy friendly steps have tarried-we have borne
Burden of sympathy to many a strain,
That told of darker days-seasons forlorn,
When ev'ry voice of comfort spoke in vain-
And the world frown'd, and we could fancy scorn
In ev'ry glance the prosp'rous voyager
Cast on our drifting barks. We too have told
Of faith restoring mercies, sent to stir
Our hearts to praise and now we can behold
A GOD in all!-Augusta, it is thus
Friendship's firm zone is clasp'd-and it encir-
cles us.
E. W-G.

[blocks in formation]

92

[blocks in formation]

REVIEW.-The Miller's Guide, &c. By John Miller, 12mo. pp. 80. Dublin, Nolan, Suffolk-street, 1820.

It is scarcely possible for any person unacquainted with the subjects of which this volume treats, fully to appreciate its merits, or to do justice to its author. Written by an experienced miller, and addressed to men engaged in the same profession, it abounds with names and expressions, which must be as unintelligible to common readers, as they are to ourselves. We are not, however, disposed to insinuate any thing that wears the appearance of censure, because we happen to be ignorant of the manner in which a mill should be constructed, and how the various branches of its apparatus should be arranged, so as to produce the most beneficial results. Those parts, which to us appear obscure, and calculated to convey information, may to others be perfectly luminous; at once valuable and perspicuous, to "the Gentlemen Millers of England and Ireland," to whom the work is dedicated, and for whose use it is evidently intended.

On some parts of this work, however, which treat of the qualities of wheat, the manner of drying it, and of cleaning the grain previously to its being ground, no such obscurity can be said to rest. On these and the terms of art to be introduced, Mr. other subjects, which do not require Miller has shown himself to be a man of much observation; and a friend to experiment in his own department of philosophy. On the quality of wheat necessary for a miller to purchase, for making good flour, Mr. M. speaks as follows:

93

Review-Discourse by the Rev. R. Blacow.

"White wheat, called lammas in Ireland, when full and even, and grown on limed or marled soil, is decidedly the best of all others, for produce and quality of flour. Fallow redpolled wheat, if grown on limestone ground, comes next to white in quality. This species can be easily distinguished, by the roundness, plampness, and bright gold-colour of its grain. Wheat, grown on limed or clayey soil, after potatoes, (unless the soil contain a great quantity of calcareous earth,) is neither plump nor good-coloured; but mixed with small and sickly grains, that have not filled, and are literally nothing but bran. This wheat is also deficient in many qualities necessary for producing good

bread.

[ocr errors]

94

in which party zeal is permitted to triumph over Christian charity, without being tempered with moderation, or regulated either by common prudence or common sense.

The author's political opinions seem to have so completely supplanted his theological creed, that, forgetting the respect which was due to his own character, and the sanctity of his office, he mounted the pulpit to scatter around him firebrands, arrows, and death. Unhappily this discourse, instead of deriving dignity from the appellation which it bears, confers degradation on the title which it assumes,and is better calculated to bring public worship into contempt, than to make proselytes, or to allay public ferment.

Spring wheat is also bad for producing a large quantity of prime flour. It does not contain as much starch as winter wheat, but more mucilage. Buck or cone wheat, recently brought from America, is the worst of all kinds, for fine or white flour. It contains less starch or fine flour than any of the former, and more mucilage than some may think. This wheat was some We may give to Mr. Blacow credit years ago much grown in the southern parts of for the sincerity of his intentions; but Ireland, and near Liverpool, in England; but from the envy, hatred, malice, and is now almost entirely exploded, the Millers uncharitableness, which his discourse finding, to their serious loss, that it was not hit contains, we must be as much infor making fine flour. Notwithstanding this disadvantage to the Miller, the produce it debted to charity, if we compliment gives the Farmer is certainly great: some as- him on the purity of his motives, as if sert, sixteen barrels per acre. It is easily we were to congratulate him on the beknown by its round back, quite prominent beneficial tendency of his pamphlet. yond any other wheat, and has more bur on the end of the grain."—pp. 7, 8.

Remarks and observations, equally discriminative with the preceding, run through the chapter. On the drying of the grain, in the following chapter, his observations appear to be equally instructive and judicious; and in those which succeed, he traces the whole process of cleaning and grinding the wheat, dressing the fine flour, managing the manufacture of what are called whole meal and sharps, and the making of oatmeal; concluding with Remarks on the baking business, and the best method of bringing starch to perfection.

To those who are engaged in any of the numerous branches connected with the corn or flour trade, we have no doubt that the Author's Remarks will prove advantageous: but we cannot avoid thinking, that a volume of this description, might be put into their hands at a much lower price than ten shillings.

REVIEW.-The Substance of a Dis-
course preached in St. Mark's Church,
Liverpool, on Sunday Evening, Nor.
26th, 1820. By the Rev. Rd. Blacow,
A. M. On the Aspect of the Times,
pp. 21. Liverpool booksellers.
This is a most virulent performance,

[ocr errors]

Mr. Blacow's text is Gal. v. verse 1. "Stand fast, therefore, in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free."

We have perused several expositions of this passage; but until the Rev. gentleman's discourse appeared, we had no conception that it sanctioned a liberty in ministers, either to traduce others, or to turn their pulpits into vehicles of abuse.

To deter those who denominate themselves Radicals, from demolishing constituted authorities, and unhinging the state, Mr. B. does not hesitate to bear false witness against his neighbours; without reflecting, that if those into whose hands his discourse may fall were to copy his example, they would violate those sacred commands, the observance of which he officially recommends, and introduce that anarchy and those convulsions, which be foolishly imagines he has been endeavouring to avert.

Although the vindictive spirit by which this angry divine appears to have been actuated, is professedly directed against his antagonists in politics, the earlier sallies of its vengeance are poured out on those whom and whom on this account he views as he is pleased to denominate Dissenters,

enemies of both church and state.
"They are not satisfied," he tells

« PreviousContinue »