Lastly, my dear Puss, show me a man who possesses as many kinds of knowledge as you do, and I will proclaim him a living cyclopaedia, or concentration of human wisdom.  But, what do I see?  I am praising you, and you are fast asleep!  This is still greater philosophy.

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STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

(For the Mirror.)

  Yes, radiant spirit, thou hast pass’d
    Unto thy latest home,
  And o’er our widow’d hearts is cast
    A deep and with’ring gloom! 
  For when on earth thou wert as bright
    As angel form might be: 
  And mem’ry shall exist in night,
    If we think not of thee.

  For, oh, thy beauty o’er us came
    Like a fair sunset beam,
  And the sweet music of thy name
    Was pure as aught might deem. 
  With silent lips we gaz’d on thee,
    And awe-suspended breath—­
  But thine entrancing witchery
    Abideth not in death.

  And all that we suppos’d most fair
    Is but a mockery now;
  No beam illumes the silken hair
    That traced thy smiling brow. 
  The cheerless dust upon thee lies,
    Death’s seal is on thee set,
  But the bright spirit of thine eyes
    Shines o’er our mem’ry yet!

  As in some dark and hidden shell
    Lies ocean’s richest gem,
  So in our hearts shall ever dwell
    The spells thou’st breath’d in them! 
  Why should we weep o’er the young flow’rs
    That cluster on thy sod? 
  Stars like them glow in heav’n’s bright bow’rs
    To light thee up to God!

R.A.

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“TROUT BINNING” IN WEST-MORELAND.

(To the Editor of the Mirror.)

  —­“Now is the time,
  While yet the dark-brown water aids the guile,
  To tempt the trout.” 
  THOMSON.

I have not yet done with this subject; and as it strikes me you are an angler, I think the article a seasonable bait for you.

I was certainly much entertained with your extracts from Sir Humphry Davy’s Salmonia; and from your being pleased to mention my name in commenting on its merits, I took the hint, and resolved to send you another leaf from my journal.  You will easily imagine the abundance of fish in Westmoreland when I inform you, that they seldom use the line there, except in rivers, since they can take them much easier with their hands as before mentioned.  I will now account for the trout frequenting such small brooks.  There are frequent floods in that county, at certain periods of the year, which sweep the fish in shoals from the mountain rivulets, or perhaps the fish always go down with the flood, for the rivers and rivulets are all well stocked afterwards; and in my opinion it is on account of the rivers being so full, that great quantities are obliged to inhabit the neighbouring