SCRAPIANA.

They tell us of Waller, that when Lady Sunderland, whom he had berhymed under the name of Sacharissa, when she was the beautiful and accomplished Lady Dorothea Sydney, and they were both young together, after marrying, losing her husband, and living in great retirement for thirty years, reappeared in the beau monde, and happened to meet her old admirer at Lady Wharton's, she addressed him with a courteous smile, and, reminding him of their youthful days, "When," said she, "Mr. Waller, will you write such fine verses on me again?" “Madam,” said he, "when your Ladyship is young and handsome again." This answer passes, I believe, for very witty; but, in my opinion, it was poor, and mean, and altogether unworthy of a gentleman and poet. viously he ought rather to have replied, (laying his hand upon his heart, and bowing as gracefully as possible,)

This moment, Madam, if you choose;

For, Beauty triumphing o'er Time,
Those charms that first inspired my Muse,
Are charming still-and still I rhyme.

Ob

Cardan wrote over the door of his study, Tempus ager meus-Time is my estate: a good hint to himself to improve, and to visiters not to trespass upon it.

Voltaire said, "originality is nothing but judicious imitation." He might have illustrated his remark by copious quotations from his own works.

The Roman law calls the compensation, or fee, which a lawyer receives for his services, honorarium quiddam ; that is, his honorary something. The phrase, however, was more literally translated by a gentleman of the green bag, who, having got a brother barrister to argue a cause for him, said to him when he was done, very pleasantly, at the same time giving him a chew of tobacco, “Thank you, sir, for your speech; and there is your honorary quid for your pains."

In the old Biscayan language, (termed the Basque,) the moon is called "the Light of the Dead."

Howitt says, "what is called the fading of the leaf, ought rather to be called the kindling of the leaf."

Chorley, in his Memorials of the late Mrs. Hemans, tells us that she used to wear a brooch which contained a small lock of Lord Byron's hair, and that it was a favorite ornament of her person till the poet's Memoirs appeared, when she laid it aside, and never wore it again. This act speaks for itself, and needs no comment. Yet I cannot help supposing her saying to the trinket, as she put it away from her

Go, Brooch; I will no longer wear
The lock I loved, of Harold's hair,
When I esteemed him all divine,
The idol of my Fancy's shrine;
For, skilled to play the poet's part,
I find he had no poet's heart;
But made both love and faith his jest;
Go, therefore, from my woman's breast,
And lie thou henceforth any where;
But thou canst have no business there.

"An excellent book," says Coleridge, "is like a well chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals, we may recur to it year after year, and it will supply

the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return with the same healthful appetite."

"It is only in the company of the good," says the author of the Doctor, (Doctor Southey, I suppose,) "that real enjoyment is to be found; any other society is hollow and heartless. You may be excited by the play of wit, by the collision of ambitious spirits, and by the brilliant exhibition of self-confident power; but the satisfaction ends with the scene. Far unlike this is the quiet, confiding intercourse of sincere minds and friendly hearts, knowing, and loving, and esteeming each other."

It was a saying of the Cardinal de Retz, "il vaut foolish things than to say them. May be so; but it mieux faire des sottises que d'en dire"-it is better to do must be better still not to do them either.

Some people who can talk very wisely, are apt to act very otherwisely. Charles II. of England, and of Virginia, must have been one of this class, if we may credit the epitaph which Rochester wrote for him, when he had fallen dead-drunk under the table:

Here lies our sovereign lord, the King,
Whose word no man relies on;
Who never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.

Pope condescended to write an inscription for a dog's collar:

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;

Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

Sharp and snappish enough, and, of course, quite in character-I mean for the dog.

Italian wrote these words: "Egli è vivo, e parlerebbe se Under a fine painting of St. Bruno in solitude, some non osservasse la rigola del silentio :”—that is,

It is St. Bruno; he is living now;

And he would talk to you but for his vow.

A Greek poet wrote this inscription for a statue of
Niobe:

Εκ ζωης με θεοι τευξαν λιθον εκ δε λίθοιο
Ζωην Πραξιτέλης εμπαλιν ειργασατο.

That is, in English:

Apollo turned me into stone-in vain-
Praxiteles has turned me back again.

Voltaire has turned this pretty conceit into French metre, thus:

Le fatal courroux des dieux

Changea cette femme en pierre ;

Le sculpteur a fait bien mieux;

Il a fait tout le contraire.

And Bland, in his Translations from the Anthology, has turned the French, instead of the Greek, into English,

thus:

This female, so the poets sing,

Was changed to stone by Dian's curse;

The sculptor did a better thing;

He did exactly the reverse.

I would turn the Greek itself into English, something

in this way:

Latona's wrath, too sadly shown,
Turned this fair Niobe to stone:

The sculptor said, "It must not be ;"
And turned her back again, you see.

PLEASURABLE SENSATIONS.

BY S. A. ROSZEL.

It is an irrefutable truth, that whatever exercises without fatiguing the organs of the system, is productive of agreeable sensations; and it is thus generative

tions the most absorbing and profound,—all the faculties concentrated upon the solution of some intricate problem, or on the pursuit of some abstruse, web-woven analysis, there is generally a concurrent exertion of Nothing is at rest. From the tiny leaflet that quivers the muscles of the frame, producing a movement of at the voice of the gentle zephyr of a summer eve, to some member-the foot, the hand, the head; to the creathe sky-wooing mountain which tosses its woody crest, tion of which inquietude, the train of ideas then occuamidst the sublimity of savage grandeur, to the lofty pying the attention of the mental powers, is altogether region where the eagle roams; from the diminutive but unadapted. The body for a while seems to assume the provident insect, performing its wonted offices of neces-right of self-control, and, independent of the intellect, sity or of pleasure in its secluded inch of earth on a to act upon its own responsibilities. That the secret of desert isle, to the impetuous lords of creation who thun-all this lies in the irreversible tendency of the animal der forth an ire more terrific than that of the forest economy to originate its own peculiar pleasurable emojaguar in the hostile encounter and the ensanguined tions, will be readily perceived on a slight examination fray; from this comparatively small and imperceptible of our material constitution. globe, which immortal spirits so madly and yet so fondly covet as their eternal home, to the countless myriads of immeasurable spheres, wheeling their complicated circuits, performing their mysterious transits, and accom-on account of the operations of the agency of transpiplishing their self-sustained revolutions, as they have ration. Exhalations altogether imperceptible to our vidone since that glorious moment when the "morning sion, and perhaps to our positive consciousness, are constars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for tinually emitted from the pores of our corporeal frames. joy," with a wonderful regularity and an unwearied Were these effluvia for a period undischarged, and assiduity in the solemn silence of universal space;—all, forced to remain in the blood, they would impurify that all is in motion. All worlds, with their millions of ani- element, corrupt the fountain of vitality, and thus overmate and inanimate creatures, are in one perpetual pro- throw the constitution. If their transmission be imgress of organization, increase, dissolution, reproduc- prudently accelerated, the constituents of vitality are tion, change. And amidst the busiest and most restless deprived too hastily of a portion of their inherent enof these creatures, is man; the victim of passion—the │ergy, and thus, ultimately, similar unfortunate effects martyr to the materiality of his own formation-the are produced. This same principle of transpiration, natural, often justifiable, but inevitable suicide;-joy, when amplified and subjected to the modifications imhope, bliss, grief, agony, despair, alternating uninter-posed by the various laws of our physical conformation, mittedly in his throbbing bosom, from the cradle to the grave. Nor is the tomb itself an asylum. The limbs, now so forcefully agitated at the biddings of the heart, or the sovereign mandates of the imperious will, shall, even in the lowly sepulchre, experience successive mutations and iterated forms, until they, with the spirit that lends them energy and life, shall be summoned by the irresistible decree of the king immortal, eternal and invisible, to await an award of their destiny in another and an unseen sphere.

produces perspiration-of the beneficial effects of which, when judiciously promoted, and its deleterious tendencies when suddenly arrested or too copiously discharged, all are aware. Sanctorius, a professor of the university of Padua, who flourished in the commencement of the seventeenth century, says, in his work Ars de Statica Medicina, that it is owing to this peculiar exercise of the organs of transpiration, that the genial warmth of a fire in winter, and the coolness of a refreshing breeze in summer, are so exceedingly grateful; and the researches Nor is this ceaseless change-this incessant mobility, of succeeding ontologists have effectually verified a prorepugnant to our material nature, or our intellectual as-position which, with Sanctorius, was simply a hypopirations. A state of absolute torpor, or annihilation, thesis.

of utter and irrecoverable quietude, is revolting to our But a demonstration of the truth of the assertion, inclinations and our desires. Nay, on the existence of that whatever exercises without fatiguing the organs, is this mutability does our happiness, or, at least, our plea-productive of grateful feelings, will be more satisfactosure depend; and were there to ensue, in any individual, rily established by a confinement of our observation to a total suspension of the physical functions, and the the operations of certain of them. And first, with respark of life still miraculously to glow within its carnal gard to the eye. It is only on this ground that we can prison-house, such a man, of all beings, would be the rationally account for the great diversity of preferences most miserable. All those agreeable sensations which as to color. To one, the gaud and glare of brilliant dulcify the asperities of existence, and redeem our mo- vermillion is extremely pleasing; to another, the meltments from the dominion of ennui and wretchedness,ing cloud-like ethereal tints of the cerulean are captiarise from the continuous, though occasionally imper-vating; to a third, the demure and quiet aspect of a ceptible, operations of the motive principle. To the sober green is delightful; while to many, a fantastic illustration of this proposition, the remainder of this combination of all hues, as exhibited in the rainbow in disquisition shall be devoted. the gorgeous varieties of the sun-lit clouds, or the dazEvery one has doubtlessly observed the impossibility,zling glories of Juno's winged steeds; or, to speak with even in total solitude, and in complete and undisturbed a simplicity that shall be welcome to the comprehension isolation, where there is nothing to agitate, of maintain-of the most unimaginative and illiterate, the vast variety ing a position or an attitude perfectly, and in the most of incongruous tints, displayed on the surface of a piece meaning sense of the term, still. While the whole of painted muslin or Manchester calico, are exquisitely mind, the whole man, apparently is immersed in cogita- alluring. Now, the differences in all these particular

cases, are easily explicable, by reverting to the fact of] the several degrees of strength, and the various capabilities of toleration of the perceptive, visual fibres. The nerves of the eye of the individual who asserts a predilection for the dazzling and sunny golden yellow, are much less delicate than those of the person whose preference is in favor of the green. The pleasure which the latter color affords is more durable, simply because its action upon the optic nerve is more equable and gentle. One can gaze upon the former as a fleeting pageant, but a continued inspection invariably disgusts; while a survey of the latter inspires serene and tranquil sensations. We can gaze at the sun but for a moment without detriment to the faculty of sight, while the verdant hues of a landscape, fresh in the luxuriance of virescence, are ever sources of pleasure. We turn with an emotion of satiety from a view of the burnished clouds, freaking in fantastic confusion around the car of the monarch of day, as he enters the chambers of the west, and look with delight into the calm depths of the impalpable cerulean, where the eye wanders with no disagreeable object to arrest its range, lost in the luxury of its unlimited rovings.

Any tone is agreeable in the same proportion that it finds the chords of this strange instrument to be healthy or in unison; contrarily, it is harsh and grating when the fibres are diseased or discomposed. All have experienced the variety of emotions produced by dissimilar voices, although the words, and the sentiments conveyed by those words, may have been the same. In the one case we have been pleased by some indefinable sympa. thy between feeling and sound, without any regard to the import of the language. For instance, in orations, the most trite and insipid facts, unmoving dogmas and time-worn apophthegms, which fall from some lips with a droughthy and disgusting tediousness, come from others clothed in tones so sweet, so harmonious, so exquisitely modulated, that we are cheated into rapture, and we know not, care not why. Is it needful that I adduce music as an auxiliary in the illustration of this subject? Observe good old father Feltham's description of sweet sounds: "Lively tunes," says he," do lighten the mind; grave ones give it melancholy; lofty ones raise it and advance it above. Whose dull blood will not caper in his veins, when the very air he breathes frisketh in a tickled motion? Who but can fix his eye and thoughts, So with taste. The different capabilities of the when he hears the sighs and dying groans gestured forth gustatory nerve must account for the countless prefer- from the mournful instrument? And I think he hath ences of diverse dishes. The bon vivant fancies viands not a mind well tempered, whose zeal is not inflamed by eloquent of the exquisite skill of Vatel ;* the cynical a heavenly anthem. And they that despise music dyspeptic anathematizes his epicureanism, and content-wholly, may well be suspected to be something of a edly munches his insipid crust of oaten bread. Of two savage nature." companions at a table d'hote, one will distort his muscles into indescribable writhings at the tartness of a condiment, while the other will discuss a jar of Underwood's prime mangoes with inimitable gust, testifying to their deliciousness with intermittent, labial smacks. Some semi-barbarians exhaust their rhetoric in encomiastic tributes to the flavor of the edible mastodon of horticulture, vulgarly called cabbage-Ugh!-and its fitting concomitants, leeks-Ugh! ugh!! While the attenuated pink of social refinement,-the incarnated essence of sublimated civilization, can tolerate nothing more powerful than the merest modicum of snow-white salad.

Now, although many of our predilections are artificial, yet they are not entirely so; and their diversity is satisfactorily elucidated on the principle maintained. That a preference, or even an inclination for many of the more pungent articles of deglutition, is not natural, or, at least, innate, is readily conceded. Were this the fact, we might well impugn the justice of our common parent, nature-who, in consideration of the purposes for which our various organs are designed, has so constructed us, that the introduction or incorporation of acrid substances into our system, by the ordinary methods of respiration and digestion, would invariably engender diseases by the violence of their impressions on the nervous papillæ, forming the seats of taste and smell. But the specification of none of the senses is more firmly corroborative of the truth of the theory under contemplation, than that of the ear. The seat of hear ing in this wonderful organ is composed of nervous fibres of a spiral form, of different degrees of elasticity.

Not Vattel, author of the Laws of Nations, but the cook to

Louis XIV, who, in consequence of the non-arrival of a species of fish to grace a festive occasion, fell upon his sword.

Truly, this sterling writer of an age of intellectual bullion was right. And yet of those who are intensely susceptible of the influence of music, how diversified are the tastes? Simply too, as it respects the sound. Petrarch cites an instance of a man who could not, with any patience, endure the melody of a nightingale's voice, but who was absolutely emparadised by the guttural wailings of a disconsolate frog. In this person, the chords of the ear were so closely compacted, as to be insensible to the impression of other than the coarsest notes.

The combination of the unison with the octave is affirmed to be productive of the highest species of melody. But I can perceive no superiority in this association over that of any other. Not that I discredit the fact. My incredulity on this point is no greater than it is respecting the delight which many profess to enjoy in tracing the various complications of an Italian bravura. They, doubtless, from the attunement of their auricular perceptions, can detect a vein of incomparable delicacy of execution throughout the performance; while, to me, it appears a labyrinthine jargon, causing disquiet rather than satisfaction, from an apprehension that the performer may injure his or her pulmonary organs. A lady takes her seat at the piano, and when she demands what tune shall be played, note the incongruity of prejudices. Col. Hector Blunderbuss requests the "Battle of Prague," or some dunder and blixum march; while the Hon. Languish Lackadaisy, the sentimentalist, petitions with a sigh, for an air embodying those soft, bland, lute-like intonations, which fall on the vexed spirit like showers of rose-leaves on an arid soil-a witching strain, now expanding in a sense-wildering volume and filling space with intumescent grandeur, until the sensibilities become drowned in the excess of their agitation; and anon stealing in mellow modula

tions over the soul, like blissful emanations from the celestial choir, winding in soothing meanderings along the worn chords of the passion-thrilled heart, assuaging every irritation, prolonging each charm by many a wavy echo; now less audible, and now tremulously indistinct, until finally it trembles in the distance and lingers on the eve of expiration, as if loth to relinquish an existence so transcendently harmonious.

Had an anatomist examined the ears of the respective gentlemen in their infancy, he would have assigned the field and the drum to the Colonel, and the parlor to Sir Languish.

or blubbering master of seventeen or thereabouts; and it may be lavished as well and honorably upon a lapdog as on a perpendicular puppy of human breed. It dictates doggrel stanzas to the abashed and persecuted moon, and very pathetic ejaculations to old, yellow, lifeless, autumnal leaves, and the consumptive stumps of dilapidated trees. Pshaw! this execrable moral leprosy is not love. Well, then, what is?

Love is that controlling, pervading, purifying, preservative spirit or influence, which has its essence in virtue and its entity in truth. That spirit which is inevitably in, and of itself, the deity-the grand omniIn connexion with this department of the subject, I potent energy that restrains worlds within their orbits, might dilate, perhaps profitably, on the elysian sensa-man within his sphere, and the heavens and their intellitions produced by threading the tortuous maze of a gent hosts in that unfelt and peaceful subordination to cotillion, or that most poetical, that most lyrical of the prototype of all law emanating from justice, wherein dances, the mazourka. But should the soft pure light consists the perfection of that rational freedom, which of the eyes of a fair devotee of Terpsichore flatter these affords happiness to the spirits of just men made perfect. pages with a glance, it will become more brilliant with As developed among regenerate men, when reviled it joyance at the recollection which the simple record of revileth not again; but it hopeth all things, beareth all this type and representative of the grace of motion will things, believeth all things, endureth all things. It posexcite, and thus render the illustration superfluous. sesses an elasticity which no accumulation of suffering So I shall proceed to a cursory examination of another can suppress—no slander, that voracious hell-hound of and more important division of the discourse, viz: that fame, can exacerbate; but it abides ever the pure unwhich appertains more immediately to the affections of contaminated effusion from a higher, holier, happier the heart. clime than earth's, swelling the heart of the victim of adversity with an ineffable resignation, and filling the bosom of the christian with that triumphant peace, which the world can neither give nor take away.

It will be discerned from this amplitude of definition, that love, if not a synonym with virtue, is certainly its basis; and from every variety and modification of the attribute, the principal of which are benevolence, humility, and charity, (taken in its vulgar accepation) a greater or less degree of pleasure arises. And when we have no other design in view than the enjoyment that emanates from the act of loving, as manifested by its sway and guidance of our movements, we may be pronounced disinterested. The disinterestedness of the christian should proceed to this point, but not an iota farther. If he pauses ere he attain it, he is ungrateful and unfaithful; if he desires to go beyond it, then has he not attained it—for there is a sufficiency in the fruition utterly incompatible with the harboring of desire.

All of the affections of the heart, unless embittered by fear or hatred, are capable of generating pleasure. The principle and distinctive reason why love is procreative of more and more exquisite happiness than any other passion-I beg Mrs. Jameson's pardon-is, because it imparts a general and diffusive expansion to the blood, and by its salutary operations on the animal | spirits, promotes in a lower degree equanimity or complacency, and in a more exalted, exhilaration. Not that an alloyed and ignoble species of gratification may not spring from the indulgence of a misanthropic, or the nourishment of a vengeful disposition. There is, on the other hand, a kind of malignant, fiendish, infernal delight experienced in its entertainment. But it is a morbid, distorted and unnatural perversion of a trait inherently amiable; and it is to be remembered, that these atrocious emotions of hatred and malevolence, do not of themselves and legitimately dispense pleasure; it is not self-existent in them. By no means. The agreeable portion of the feeling is deduced from collateral circumstances; is the ante-shadow of a coming substance; the product of the anticipated consequence of their indulgence, as compassing some object that may be auxiliary to some secular, and in all probability sinister interest. Whereas love per se, innately, by the genial and equable influence which it sheds on the delicate susceptibilities of the heart, must ever be attended with joyousness. It is absolutely and unconditionally impossible to dissociate love and pleasure. But, mark me! by the term love, I do not mean that puling, earthly and sensual counterfeit which braincoddled underlings of age vainly imagine to be la belle passion. That is merely a compound of desire, The peculiarities of a good man's attributes may be vanity, speculation, and prurient self-esteem, seasoned determined by the sensations which his personal apwith a tolerable sprinkling of jealousy, moroseness, pearance creates. The high and heroic qualities which melancholy and innocuous despair. Abundant speci- distinguish the magnanimous spirit, produce emotions mens of this whining malady may be found minutely widely different from those experienced in the contemdepicted in any one of those board or linen-bound plation of a trait simply and only amiable. The beauty volumes, reposing on the table of some budding miss of the soul, it is true, is evidenced in both cases by its

This is the most beautiful and attractive demonstration which the theme under discussion presents. And when the mind, divested of all irrelevant considerations in the calm solitude of its own contemplations, reflects seriously on the aptitude of the exercise of virtue to the production of genuine felicity, how strange, how exceeding strange does it appear, that when virtue is thus its own reward, it requires all the threatenings which the wrath of the God of terror can pronounce, and all the promises which the condescension of the God of mercy can devise, to deter man from a voluntary embrace of utter wretchedness-to allure him to the tempting bowers of bliss.

influence on the physical frame. A fortunate confor- moral and material world of man—for man is a world mation of the organs is denoted by a carriage of free-within himself—to its propulsive and restraining infludom; that of the fluids by a vivacious mien. An air ence, and conducting the various operations of the mind of delicacy springs from a refined imagination-of soft- and body with a harmony so exquisite, is the necessity ness, from a complacent temper-of majesty, from sub- of the existence of a being, whose indefinite superiority limity of sentiment-of tenderness, from a concentrated must extend to absolute supremacy. Natural theology philanthropy. Now, all of these are agreeable, not so is but a branch of physics. When the science of anatomy much from our approbation of the qualities indicated, first arrested observation, it was discovered that the as from the sensations which they involuntarily ex-size and strength of each muscle was proportional to cite.

that of the bone to which it was attached. This admirable contrivance was immediately urged as an objection of infinite force against the doctrine of Epicurus, which denied the existence of a Deity, and asserted the formation of all things from the fortuitous combina

As it regards intellectual beauty or completeness, the same position may be easily maintained. Who that has witnessed the flashes of an irrepressible mental power, the impress of a noble intellect on lineaments on which every “God had set his seal to give the world | tion of accidental agencies, not atoms. This ludicrous assurance of a man," the forceful manifestations of genius, but that has felt sensations most delicious? And yet totally distinct in nature and kind from those accompanying the perception of charms only personal? There is a sympathetic communication inexplicable, but not the less powerful, between mind and mind, which, acting on the sensitive, nervous fibres of the system, never fails to produce a sort of happifying glow-a glow, an intensity, a fervor, essentially differing from that caused by gazing on features expressionless, though cast in a faultless mould, and wrought to a material perfection, that would have apotheosized Phidias.

memento of human skill at world-manipulation, has been a favorite with metaphyisical fools of a later date. The Epicureans retorted, that this adaptation was only observable in individuals of accomplished maturity, whose muscles had become thus perfected and symmetrized by sympathy and exercise. Galen demonstrated the futility of their plea, by the dissection of the body of an infant, and the exhibition of the complete correspondence of the muscular with every other department of physical organization. So this refuge of atheism was destroyed. But this, though a pertinent, is but a negative proof of the fact respecting the connexion of theology with the material construction.

In the fabrications of art, the relations which the several parts bear to the production of certain definite results, are never revealed but by tardily received in

detect a harmony of action and design, by its effect in the creation of agreeable sensations, of which we are positively conscious. Now, is it rational to suppose, that what in the former case is altogether dependent on adventitious extrinsic instruction, can in the latter be accidentally received, independently of illumination from any source whatever? No sane mind will indulge the supposition one moment. If, then, in the one instance, that of art, the instructor be man, according to all logical reasoning, the teacher in the other, that of nature, must be an intelligence just as superior to man as nature is superior to art; and the immeasurable disparity between these must constitute the natural teacher

Who is disappointed on perceiving an individual, eminent for his intellectual endowments, homely or illfeatured? Is it not considered rather a disparagement to the man of mental might, to be otherwise than irre-struction. In nature it is otherwise. We immediately gular in his facial contour; unless, indeed, he be so inexpressibly uncomely, as to challenge the envy of a satyr, or to throw a respectable baboon into convulsions by a comparison. Would Daniel Webster be less admired and venerated were he Belvidere Apollo? or could Henry Clay gather a single additional laurel from the circumstance of possessing as many personal charms as the statue which enchants the world? And certainly neither the northern nor western statesman will present a claim to a niche in the portrait gallery of Aphrodite. It is inborn, inbred dignity of soul, that confers beauty on such men ; and it is that which compels us to regard them as models of excellence. Not excellence of face and form, physi-a supreme being. eally; but of understanding and intellect, mentally. Again, of all the objects which engender pleasant The one is the glory of the animal, the other of the sensations, none is more common or conspicuous than a inner man. Your soulless beauties, your imbecile dolls lovely face. But this excites not a modicum of the and puppets, your faultless monsters, and your pretty delightful emotions generated and sustained by a conmen, are utter nonentities when weighed in the scale of templation of the splendor of intellectual beauty; nor spiritual beauty. Grace is ever more to be appreciated this in a like degree or kind, with those inspired by a than prettiness; because, none can be at the same time meditation on some action characteristic of magnanimity truly graceful and destitute of internal merits, and be- of soul. The gradation of experience in these several cause intellect is ever graceful in its developments. specifications, cannot, without an impugnment of indeWhere we do discover a noble soul invested with love-structible principles of reason, be attributed to casuliness as a garment, we yield a ready homage to its glo-alty. Such a reference would immediately dissolve all rious presence, and tender it our tributes of admiration connexion between physical organization and the rewith unreluctant hearts. sults dependent on it; i. e. between cause and effect. This cursory investigation of the various departments And he who defends such a solecism, should be speedily of this speculation, with a brief advertence to the con- accommodated with a strait-jacket and an apartment in sequences necessarily emanating from its establishment, a lunatic asylum, at the expense of that beneficent must suffice for the present. The grand and inevitable caterer for the enjoyment of its constituents, the geneinference to be deduced from our conviction of the exist-rous public.

ence of the motive principle, subordinating the mental, Further, the sensations produced by listening to an