the darkly rolling smoke Of conflagration, thus its giant towers Pile on the sky—­ye care not, but enjoy Its form and glory,—­Thus it is with art!  Whether ’twere born amid the sunny depths Of a glad heart entranced in mutual love—­ Or, likelier far, alas! the sorrowing child Of restless anguish, and baptized in tears—­ Or wrung from Genius even amid the throes Of worse than death—­Ye gaze and ye admire, Nor pause to ask what it hath cost the heart That gave it being!

  Blackwood’s Magazine.

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  Romance is ever readier
  To make unbidden sacrifice, than rear
  The sober edifice of mutual bliss!  Ibid.

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TRUE PATRIOTISM.

Promote religion—­protect public morals—­repress vice and infidelity—­keep the different classes of the community in strict subordination to each other—­and cherish the principles, feelings, and habits, which give stability, beauty, and happiness to society.

Descend from the clouds of political economy, and travel in safety on your mother earth; cast away the blinding spectacles of the philosophers, and use the eyes you have received from nature.  Practise the vulgar principles, that it is erroneous to ruin immense good markets, to gain petty bad ones—­that you cannot carry on losing trade—­that you cannot live without profit—­and that you cannot eat without income.  And pule no more about individual economy, but eat, and drink, and enjoy yourselves, like your fathers.  What! in these days of free trade, to tell the hypochondriacal Englishman that the foaming tankard, the honest bottle of port, and the savoury sirloin, must be prohibited articles!  You surely wish us to hang and drown ourselves by wholesale.—­Ibid.

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THE FORGET-ME-NOT.

The following account of the origin of the name “Forget-me-not,” is extracted from Mill’s History of Chivalry, and was communicated to that work by Dr. A.T.  Thomson:—­“Two lovers were loitering on the margin of a lake on a fine summer’s evening, when the maiden espied some of the flowers of Myosotis growing on the water, close to the bank of an island, at some distance from the shore.  She expressed a desire to possess them, when the knight, in the true spirit of chivalry, plunged into the water, and swimming to the spot, cropped the wished for plant, but his strength was unable to fulfill the object of his achievement, and feeling that he could not regain the shore, although very near it, he threw the flowers upon the bank, and casting a last affectionate look upon his lady-love, he cried ‘Forget me not!’ and was buried in the waters.”—­Gardener’s Magazine.

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HOME.

  Leonhard. See here what spacious halls:  how all around
  Us breathes magnificence!