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continues to colour the most ordinary emotion, and tens of thousands are few ; but the orni. as the common things of earth look all lovelier thologist knows the seasons when death is in imbibed light, even after the serene moon that least afflictive—he is merciful in his wisdom had yielded it is no more visible in her place! -for the spirit of knowledge is gentle-and Most gentle are such transitions in the calm “thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears," of nature and of the heart; all true poetry is reconcile him to the fluttering and ruffled plufull of them; and in music how pleasant are mage blood-stained by death. 'Tis hard, for they or how affecting! Those alternations of example, to be obliged to shoot a Zenaida tears and smiles, of fervent aspirations and of dove! Yet a Zenaida dove must die for Auduquiet thoughts! The organ and the Æolian bon's Illustrations. How many has he loved harp! As the one has ceased pealing praise, in life, and tenderly preserved! And how we can list the other whispering it-nor feels many more pigeons of all sorts, cooked in all the soul any loss of emotion in the change-styles, have you devoured-ay twenty for his still true to itself and its wondrous nature-one-you being a glutton and epicure in the just as it is so when from the sunset clouds it same inhuman form, and he being contented at turns its eyes to admire the beauty of a dew- all times with the plainest fare-a salad perdrop or an insect's wing.

haps of water-cresses plucked from a spring in Now, we hear many of our readers crying the forest glade, or a bit of pemmican, or a waout against the barbarity of confining the free fer of portable soup melted in the pot of some denizens of the air in wire or wicker Cages. squatter-and shared with the admiring chilGentle readers, do, we pray, keep your com- dren before a drop has been permitted to touch passion for other objects. Or, if you are dis- his own abstemious lips. posed to be argumentative with us, let us just The intelligent author of the “Treatise on walk down-stairs to the larder, and tell the British Birds" does not condescend to justify public truly what we there behold-three brace the right we claim to encage them; but he of partridges, two ditto of moorfowl, a cock shows his genuine humanity in instructing us pheasant, poor fellow,-a man and his wife of how to render happy and healthful their imthe aquatic or duck kind, and a woodcock, prisonment. He says very prettily, “What are vainly presenting his long Christmas bill- town gardens and shrubberies in squares, but “Some sleeping kill'd

an attempt to ruralize the city? So strong is All murder’d."

the desire in man to participate in country Why, you are indeed a most logical reasoner, pleasures, that he tries to bring some of them and a most considerate Christian, when you even to his room. Plants and birds are sought launch out into an invective against the cru- after with avidity, and cherished with delight. elty exhibited in our Cages. Let us leave this with flowers he endeavours to make his apartden of murder, and have a glass of our home- ments resemble a garden; and thinks of groves made frontignac in our own Sanctum. Come, and fields, as he listens to the wild sweet mecome, sir-look on this newly-married couple lody of his little captives. Those who keep of CANARIES.The architecture of their nest and take an interest in song-birds, are often at is certainly not of the florid order, but my Lady a loss how to treat their little warblers during Yellowlees sits on it a well-satisfied bride. illness, or to prepare the proper food best suitCome back in a day or two, and you will see ed to their various constitutions; but that her nursing triplets. Meanwhile, hear the knowledge is absolutely necessary to preserve ear-piercing fife of the bridegroom !Where these little creatures in health ; for want of it, will you find a set of happier people, unless young amateurs and bird-fanciers have often perhaps it be in our parlour, or our library, or seen, with regret, many of their favourite birds our nursery? For, to tell you the truth, there perish.” is a cage or two the almost every room of the Now, here we confess is a good physician. house. Where is the cruelty-here, or in your In Edinburgh we understand there are about blood-stained larder? But you must eat, you five hundred medical practitioners on the hureply. We answer-not necessarily birds. man race--and we have dog-doctors and horse

The question is about birds-cruelty to birds; doctors, who come out in numbers—but we and were that sagacious old wild-goose, whom have no bird-doctors. Yet often, too often, one single moment of heedlessness brought when the whole house rings, from garret to last Wednesday to your hospitable board, at cellar, with the cries of children teething, or in this moment alive, to bear a part in our con- the hooping-cough, the little linnet sits silent versation, can you dream that, with all your on his perch, a moping bunch of feathers, and ingenuity and eloquence, you could persuade then falls down dead, when his lilting life him—the now defunct and dissected—that you might have been saved by the simplest medihad been under the painful necessity of eating cinal food skilfully administered. Surely if him with stuffing and apple-sauce ?

we have physicians to attend our treadmills, It is not in nature that an ornithologist and regulate the diet and day's work of mercishould be cruel-he is most humane. Mere less ruffians, we should not suffer our innocent skin-stuffers are not ornithologists--and we and useful prisoners thus to die unattended. have known more than one of that tribe who Why do not the Ladies of Edinburgh form would have had no scruple in strangling their themselves into a Society for this purpose ? own mothers, or reputed fathers. Yet if your Not one of all the philosophers in the world true ornithologist cannot catch a poor dear has been able to tell us what is happiness. bird alive, he must kill it—and leave you to Sterne's Starling is weakly supposed to have weep for its death. There must be a few vic- been miserable. Probably he was one of the tims out of myriads of millions—and thousands I most contented birds in the universe. Does confinement—the closest, most unaccompanied | ing themselves, so it seems, with drawing up, confinement-make one of ourselves unhappy? by small enginery, their food and drink, which Is the shoemaker, sitting with his head on his soon sickens, however, on their stomachs, till, knees, in a hole in the wall from morning to with ruffed plumage, they are often found in night, in any respect to be pitied? Is the so- the morning lying on their backs, with clenchlitary orphan, that sits all day sewing in a gar- ed feet, and neck bent as if twisted, on the ret, while the old woman for whom she works scribbled sand, stone-dead. There you saw is out washing, an object of compassion ? or pale youths-boys almost like girls, so delicate the widow of fourscore, hurkling over the em- looked they in that hot infected air which bers, with a stump of a pipe in her toothless ventilate it as you will, is never felt to breathe mouth? Is it so sad a thing indeed to be alone? I on the face like the fresh air of liberty-once or to have one's motions circumscribed within bold and bright midshipmen in frigate or firstthe narrowest imaginable limits ? Nonsense rater, and saved by being picked up by the all!

boats of the ship that had sunk her by one Then, gentle reader, were you ever in a double-shotted broadside, or sent her in one Highland shieling? Often since you read our explosion splintering into the sky, and splashRecreations. It is built of turf, and is literally ing into the sea, in less than a minute the thunalive; for the beautiful heather is blooming, der silent, and the fiery shower over and gone wild-flowers and walls and roof are one sound -there you saw such lads as these, who used of bees. The industrious little creatures must almost to weep if they got not duly the dearhave come several long miles for their balmy desired letter from sister or sweetheart, and spoil. There is but one human creature in when they did duly get it, opened it with tremthat shieling, but he is not at all solitary. He bling fingers, and even then let drop some nano more wearies of that lonesome place than tural tears—there we saw them leaping and do the sunbeams or the shadows. To himself dancing, with gross gesticulations and horrid alone he chaunts his old Gaelic songs, or oaths obscene, with grim outcasts from nature, frames wild ditties of his own to the raven or whose mustached mouths were rank with sin the red-deer. Months thus pass on; and he and pollution--monsters for whom hell was descends again to the lower country. Perhaps yawning their mortal mire already possessed he goes to the wars-fights—bleeds-and re- with a demon. There, wretched, wo-begone, turns to Badenoch or Lochaber; and once and wearied out with recklessness and despemore, blending in his imagination the battles ration, many wooed Chance and Fortune, who of his own regiment, in Egypt, Spain, or Flan- they hoped might yet listen to their prayers ders, with the deeds done of yore by Ossian and kept rattling the dicem-cursing them that sung, sits contented by the door of the same gave the indulgence-even in their cells of shieling, restored and beautified, in which he punishment for disobedience or mutiny. There had dreamt away the summers of his youth. you saw some, who in the crowded courts

What has become-we wonder-of Dart-| “ sat apart retired,”—bringing the practised moor Prison? During that long war its huge skill that once supported, or the native genius and hideous bulk was filled with Frenchmen-that once adorned life, to bear on beautiful ay

contrivances and fancies elaborately executed

with meanest instruments, till they rivalled or 6 Men of all climes-attach'd to none-were there ;"

outdid the work of art assisted by all the mi-a desperate race-robbers and reavers, and nistries of science. And thus won they a poor ruffians and rapers, and pirates and murderers pittance wherewithal to purchase some little mingled with the heroes who, fired by freedom, comfort or luxury, or ornament to their per had fought for the land of lilies, with its vine- sons; for vanity had not forsaken some in their vales and hills of sweet myrtle”-doomed to rusty squalor, and they sought to please her, die in captivity, immured in that doleful man- their mistress or their bride. There you saw sion on the sullen moor. There thousands accomplished men conjuring before their eyes, pined and wore away and wasted—and when on the paper or the canvas, to feed the long not another groan remained within the bones ings of their souls, the lights and the shadows of of their breasts, they gave up the ghost. Young the dear days that far away were beautifying heroes prematurely old in baffled passions- some sacred spot of la belle France”—perhaps life's best and strongest passions, that scorned some festal scene, for love in sorrow is still to go to sleep but in the sleep of death. These true to remembered joy-where once with died in their golden prime. With them went youths and maidens down into unpitied and unhonoured graves

“They led the dance beside the murmuring Loire." for pity and honour dwell not in houses so haunted--veterans in their iron age-some There you heard—and hushed then was all the self-smitten with ghastly wounds that let life hubbub—some clear silver voice, sweet almost finally bubble out of sinewy neck or shaggy as woman's, yet full of manhood in its depths, bosom-or the poison-bowl convulsed their singing to the gay guitar, touched, though the giant limbs unto unquivering rest. Yet there musician was of the best and noblest blood of you saw a wild strange tumult of troubled hap- France, with a master's hand, "La belle Ga. piness—which, as you looked into his heart, brielle!” And there might be seen, in the so was transfigured into misery. Their volatile litude of their own abstractions, men with spirits fluttered in their cage, like birds that minds that had sounded the profounds of seem not to hate nor to be happy in confine- science, and, seemingly undisturbed by all that ment, but, hanging by beak or claws, to be often clamour, pursuing the mysteries of lines and playing with the glittering wires-to be amus- l numbers---conversing with the harmonious and lofty stars of heaven, deaf to all the discord and despair of earth. Or religious still

SECOND CANTICLE. even more than they—for those were mental, these spiritual-you beheld there men, whose

THE GOLDEN EAGLE leads the van of our heads before their time were becoming gray, Birds of Prey-and there she sits in her usual meditating on their own souls, and in holy carriage when in a state of rest.

Her hunger hope and humble trust in their Redeemer, if and her thirst have been appeased her wings not yet prepared, perpetually preparing them are folded up in a dignified tranquillity-her selves for the world to come!

talons, grasping a leatless branch, are almost To return to Birds in Cages ;-they are, hidden by the feathers of her breast--her sleepwhen well, uniformly as happy as the day is less eye has lost something of its ferocity-and long. What else could oblige them, whether the Royal Bird is almost serene in her solitary they will or no, to burst out into song-to hop state on the cliff. The gorcock unalarmed about so pleased and pert-to play such fan- crows among the moors and mosses-the tastic tricks, like so many whirligigs—to sleep blackbird whistles in the birken shaw-and so soundly, and to awake into a small, shrill, the cony erects his ears at the mouth of his compressed twitter of joy at the dawn of light? burrow, and whisks away frolicsome among So utterly mistaken was Sterne, and all the the whins or heather. other sentimentalists, that his Starling, who he There is no index to the hour-neither light absurdly opined was wishing to get out, would nor shadow-no cloud. But from the comnot have stirred a peg had the door of his cage posed aspect of the Bird, we may suppose it to been flung wide open, but would have pecked be the hush of evening after a day of successlike a very game-cock at the hand inserted to ful foray. The imps in the eyrie have been give him his liberty. Depend upon it that fed, and their hungry cry will not be heard till Starling had not the slightest idea of what he the dawn. The mother has there taken up her was saying; and had he been up to the mean- watchful rest, till in darkness she may glide up ing of his words, would have been shocked at to her brood—the sire is somewhere sitting his ungrateful folly. Look at Canaries, and within her view among the rocks-a sentinel Chaffinches, and Bullfinches, and “the rest,” whose eye, and ear, and nostril are true, in exhow they amuse themselves for a while flitting quisite fineness of sense, to their trust, and on about the room, and then, finding how dull a whom rarely, and as if by a miracle, can steal thing it is to be citizens of the world, bounce the adventurous shepherd or huntsman, to up to their cages, and shut the door from the wreak vengeance with his rifle on the spoiler inside, glad to be once more at home. Begin of sheep-walk and forest-chase. to whistle or sing yourself, and forthwith you Yet sometimes it chanceth that the yellow have a duet or a trio. We can imagine no lustre of her keen, wild, fierce eye is veiled, more perfectly tranquil and cheerful life than even in daylight, by the film of sleep. Perhaps that of a Goldfinch in a cage in spring, with sickness has been at the heart of the dejected his wife and his children. All his social af- bird, or fever wasted her wing. The sun may fections are cultivated to the utmost. He have smitten her, or the storm driven her possesses many accomplishments unknown to against a rock. Then hunger and thirsthis brethren among the trees;-he has never which, in pride of plumage she scorned, and known what it is to want a meal in times of which only made her fiercer on the edge of her the greatest scarcity; and he admires the unfed eyrie, as she whetted her beak on the beautiful frost-work on the windows, when flint-stone, and clutched the strong heatherthousands of his feathered friends are buried stalks in her talons, as if she were anticipating in the snow, or, what is almost as bad, baked prey-quell her courage, and in famine she up into pies, and devoured by a large supper- eyes afar off the fowls she is unable to pursue, party of both sexes, who fortify their flummery and with one stroke strike to earth. Her flight and flirtation by such viands, and, remorseless, is heavier and heavier each succeeding day~ swallow dozens upon dozens of the warblers she ventures not to cross the great glens with of the woods.

or without lochs—but flaps her way from rock Ay, ay, Mr. Goldy! you are wondering what to rock, lower and lower down along the same we are now doing, and speculating upon the mountain-side-and finally, drawi. by her scribbler with arch eyes and elevated crest, as weakness into dangerous descent, she is disif you would know the subject of his lucubra- covered at gray dawn far below the region of tions. What the wiser or better wouldst thou snow, assailed and insulted by the meanest be of human knowledge ? Sometimes that carrion ; till a bullet whizzing through her little heart of thine goes pit-a-pat, when a great heart, down she topples, and soon is despatchugly, staring contributor thrusts his inquisi- ed by blows from the rifle-butt, the shepherd tive nose within the wires—or when a strange stretching out his foe's carcass on the sward, cat glides round and round the room, fascinat- eight feet from wing tip to wing tip, with leg ing thee with the glare of his fierce fixed eyes; thick as his own wrist, and foot broad as his but what is all that to the woes of an Editor?- own hand. Yes, sweet simpleton ! do you not know that But behold the Golden Eagle, as she has we are the Editor of Blackwood's Magazine- pounced, and is exulting over her prey! With Christopher North! Yes, indeed, we are that her head drawn back between the crescent of very man-that selfsame much-calumniated her uplifted wings, which she will not fold tili man-monster and Ogre. There, there!-perch that prey be devoured, eye glaring cruel joy, on our shoulder, and let us laugh together at neck-plumage bristling, tail-feathers fan-spread, the whole world.

and talons driven through the victim's entrails

and heart—there she is new-lighted on the chapter might be introduced, setting forth how ledge of a precipice, and fancy hears her yell he and other youngsters of the Blood Royal and its echo. Beak and talons, all her life were wont to take an occasional game at Highlong, have had a stain of blood, for the mur- Jinks, or tourney in air lists, the champions on deress observes no Sabbath, and seldom dips opposite sides flying from the Perthshire and them in loch or sea, except when dashing from the Argyleshire mountains, and encoundown suddenly among the terrified water-fowl tering with a clash in the azure common, six from her watch-tower in the sky. The week- thousand feet high. But the fever of love old fawn had left the doe's side but for a mo- burned in his blood, and flying to the mounmentary race along the edge of the coppice; a tains of another continent, in obedience to the rustle and a shadow-and the burden is borne yell of an old oral tradition, he wooed and won off to the cliffs of Benevis. In an instant the his virgin bride-a monstrous beauty, widersmall animal is dead—after a short exultation winged than himself, to kill or caress, and torn into pieces, and by eagles and eaglets de bearing the proof of her noble nativity in the voured, its unswallowed or undigested bones radiant Iris that belongs in perfection of fiercemingle with those of many other creatures, ness but to the Sun-starers, and in them is encumbering the eyrie, and strewed around it found, unimpaired by cloudiest clime, over the over the bloody platform on which the young uttermost parts of the earth. The bridegroom demons crawl forth to enjoy the sunshine. and his bride, during the honey-moon, slept on

Oh for the Life of an Eagle written by him- the naked rock-till they had built their eyrie self! It would outsell the Confessions even beneath its cliff-canopy on the mountain-brow. of the English Opium-Eater. Proudly would When the bride was “as Eagles wish to be he, or she, write of birth and parentage. On who love their lords”-devoted unto her was the rock of ages he first opened his eyes to the the bridegroom, even as the cushat murmuring sun, in noble instinct affronting and outstaring to his brooding mate in the central pine-grove the light. The Great Glen of Scotland-hath of a forest. Tenderly did he drop from his it not been the inheritance of his ancestors for talons, close beside her beak, the delicate spring many thousand years? No polluting mixture lamb, or the too early leveret, owing to the of ignoble blood, from intermarriages of neces- hurried and imprudent marriage of its parents sily or convenience with kite, buzzard, hawk, before March, buried in a living tomb on or falcon. No, the Golden Eagle of Glen-Fal. April's closing day. Through all thy glens, loch, surnamed the Sun-starers, have formed Albin! hadst thou reason to mourn, at the alliances with the Golden Eagles of Cruachan, bursting of the shells that Queen-bird had been Benlawers, Shehallion, and Lochnagair-the cherishing beneath her bosom. Aloft in heaven Lightning-Glints, the Flood-fallers, the Storm- | wheeled the Royal Pair, from rising to setiing wheelers, the Cloud-cleavers, ever since the sun. Among the bright-blooming heather they deluge. The education of the autobiographer espiéd the tartan'd shepherd, or hunter creephad not been intrusted to a private tutor. "Pa- ing like a lizard, and from behind the vain rental eyes, beaks, and talons, provided sus- shadow of a rock watching with his rifle the tenance for his infant frame; and in that capa- flight he would fain see shorn of its beams. cious eyrie, year after year repaired by dry The flocks were thinned—and the bleating of branches from the desert, parental advice was desolate dams among the woolly people heard yelled into him, meet for the expansion of his from many a brae. Poison was strewn over instinct, as wide and wonderful as the reason the glens for their destruction, but the Eagle, of earth-crawling man. What a noble natu- like the lion, preys not on carcasses; and the ralist did he, in a single session at the College shepherd dogs howled in agony over the carof the Cliff, become! Of the customs, and rion in which they devoured deathe Ha! was habits, and haunts of all inferior creatures, he not that a day of triumph to the Sun-starers of speedily made himself master-ours included. Cruachan, when sky-hunting in couples, far Nor was his knowledge confined to theory, but down on the greensward before the ruined reduced to daily practice. He kept himself in gateway of Kilchurn Castle, they saw, left all constant training-taking a flight of a couple to himself in the sunshine, the infant heir of of hundred miles before breakfast-paying a the Campbell of Breadalbane, the child of the forenoon visit to the farthest of the Hebride Lord of Glenorchy and all its streams! Four Isles, and returning to dinner in Glenco. In talons in an instant were in his heart. Too one day he has flown to Norway on a visit to late were the outcries from all the turrets; for his uncle by the mother's side, and returned ere the castle-gates were flung open, the golden the next to comfort his paternal uncle, lying head of the royal babe was lying in gore, in sick at the Head of the Cambrian Dee. He the Eyrie on the iron ramparts of Ben Slarive soon learned to despise himself for having once -his blue eyes dug out-his rosy cheeks torn yelled for food, when food was none; and to and his brains dropping from beaks that sit or sail, on rock or through ether, athirst and revelled yelling within the skull!-Such are a an hungered, but mute. The virtues of pa- few hints for “Some Passages in the Life of tience, endurance, and fortitude, have become the Golden Eagle, written by Himself,”-in with him, in strict accordance with the Aris- one volume crown octavo-Blackwoods, Edintotelian Moral Philosophy-habits. A Peri- burgh and London. patetic Philosopher he could hardly be called O heavens and earth!forests and barn-properly speaking, he belongs to the Solar yards! what a difference with a distinction Schoolman airy sect, who take very high between a GOLDEN EAGLE and a GREEN GOOSE! ground, indulge in lofty flights, and are often There, all neck and bottom, splay-footed, and ist in the clouds. Now and then a light hissing in miserable imitation of a serpent, lolling from side to side, up and down like an of men on earth shooting eagles with their ill-trimmed punt, the downy gosling waddles mouths; because the thing is impossible, even through the green mire, and, imagining that had their mouthpieces had percussion-locksKing George the Fourth is meditating mischief had they been crammed with ammunition to against him, cackles angrily as he plunges the muzzle. Had a stray sparrow been flutinto the pond. No swan that “on still St. tering in the air, he would certainly have got Mary's lake floats double, swan and shadow," a fright, and probably a fall nor would there so proud as he! He prides himself on being have been any hope for a tom-tit. But an a gander, and never forgets the lesson instilled eagle-an eagle ever so many thousand feet into him by his parents, soon as he chipt the aloft--poo, pool-he would merely have muted shell in the nest among the nettles, that his on the roaring multitude, and given Sardanaancestors saved the Roman Capitol. In pro- palus an additional epaulette. Why, had a cess of time, in company with swine, he grazes string of wild-geese at the time been warping on the common, and insults the Egyptians in their way on the wind, they would merely have their roving camp. Then comes the season shot the wedge firmer and sharper into the air, of plucking and this very pen bears testi- and answered the earth-born shout with an mony to his tortures. Out into the houseless air-born gabble-clangour to clangour. Where winter is he driven-and, if he escapes being were Mr. Atherstone's powers of ratiocination, frozen into a lump of fat ice, he is crammed and all his acoustics ? Two shouts slew an till his liver swells into a four-pounder-his eagle. What became of all the other denizens cerebellum is cut by the cruel knife of a phre- of air-especially crows, ravens, and vultures, nological cook, and his remains buried with a who, seeing two millions of men, must have cerement of apple sauce in the paunches of come flocking against a day of battle ? Every apoplectic aldermen, eating against each other mother's son of them must have gone to pot. at a civic feast! Such are a few hints for Then what scrambling among the allied troops! “Some Passages in the Life of a Green And what was one eagle doing by himself “upGoose," written by himself—in foolscap oc- by yonder ?” Was he the only eagle in Assytavo-published by Quack and Co., Ludgate ria—the secular bird of ages? Who was Lane, and sold by all booksellers in town and looking at him, first á speck-then falteringcountry.

then fluttering and wildly screaming—then Poor poets must not meddle with eagles. plump down like a stone? Mr. Atherstone In the Fall of Nineveh, Mr. Atherstone describes talks as if he saw it. In the circumstances a grand review of his army by Sardanapalus. he had no business with his “sunny eye growTwo million men are put into motion by the ing dark.” That is entering too much into moving of the Assyrian flag-staff in the hand the medical, or rather anatomical symptoms of the king, who takes his station on a mount of his apoplexy, and would be better for a meconspicuous to all the army. This flag-staff, dical journal than an epic poem. But to be though " tall as a mast”—Mr. Atherstone does done with it-two shouts that slew an eagle a not venture to go ort to say with Milton, mile up the sky, must have cracked all the “hewn on Norwegian hills,” or “of some tall tympana of the two million shouters. The ammiral,” though the readers' minds supply entire army must have become as deaf as a the deficiency-this mast was, we are told, for post. Nay, Sardanapalus himself, on the two strong men a task ;" but it must have been mount, must have been blown into the air as so for twenty. To have had the least chance by the explosion of a range of gunpowderof being all at once seen by two million of mills; the campaign taken a new turn; and a men, it could not have been less than fifty feet revolution been brought about, of which, at high-and if Sardanapalus waved the royal this distance of place and time, it is not easy standard of Assyria round his head, Samson for us to conjecture what might have been the or O'Doherty must have been a joke to him. fundamental features on which it would have However we shall suppose he did; and what hinged—and thus an entirely new aspect given was the result? Such shouts arose that the to all the histories of the world. solid walls of Nineveh were shook, "and the What is said about the lion, is to our minds firm ground made tremble.” But this was equally picturesque and absurd.

He was not all.

among the “far-off hills.”

How far, pray? " At his height,

Twenty miles? If so then, without a silver A speck scarce visible, the eagle heard, And felt his strong wing falter: terror-struck,

ear-trumpet he could not have heard the huzFluttering and wildly screaming, down he sank

If the far-off hills were so near Nineveh Down through the quivering air: another shout - as to allow the lion to hear the huzzas even His talons droop-his sunny eye grows darkHis strengthless pennons fail--plump down he falls,

in his sleep, the epithet “ far-off” should be

altered, and the lion himself brought from the With eye of fire, and shaggy mane uprear'd,

interior. But we cannot believe that lions The sleeping lion in his den sprang up; Listened awhile-then laid his monstrous mouth were permitted to live in dens within ear-shot Close to the floor, and breath'd hot roarings out of Nineveh. Nimrod had taught them “never In fierce reply.

to come there no more"-and Semiramis looked What think ye of that, John Audubon, sharp after the suburbs. But, not to insist unCharles Bonaparte, J. Prideaux Selby, James duly upon a mere matter of police, is it the Wilson, Sir William Jardine, and ye other Eu- nature of lions, lying in their dens among farropean and American ornithologists? Pray, off hills, to start up from their sleep, and Mr. Atherstone, did you ever see an eagle--a “ breathe hot roarings out" in fierce reply to speck in the sky? Never again suffer your- the shouts of armies? All stuff! Mr. Ather. self, oh, dear sir! to believe old women's tales / stone shows off his knowledge of naturai his.



Even like a stone. Amid the far-off hills,

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