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to the comforts of its population. Born about the middle of the last Werner, indeed, was the most learned century in the iron-work of which his miner of his time, he was the greatest father was proprietor, in the vicinity of benefactor to the important art of Werhau, in Lusatia, Werner perceivmining the world ever saw,-from his ed, almost from his infancy, that the lecture-room proceeded all the most miners stood in need of a guide capaaccomplished miners of the time when ble of leading them into new luminous he flourished,—and these valuable paths,—of enabling them to distinmen carried from Freyberg to the far- guish mineral substances with prompthest corners of the earth, an admira- titude and certainty,—of enlightention of the virtues and of the extraor- ing them in their researches, and in dinary talents and acquirements of all their labours, of collecting, comtheir illustrious master. It affords us paring, and classifying the facts obmuch pleasure to have it in our power served in the bosom of the earth ;to add to our feeble testimony of the in short, of forming, for the benefit splendid talents of the ever to be re- of the mines of all countries, a comgretted and excellent Werner, that of mon treasure of acquired knowledge. his pupil, M. Villefosse, one of the He resolved to be that guide, and he most eminent scientific and practical speedily became so. miners in France.]

Having been appointed an officer of

the mines at Freyberg, he constantly Several months have elapsed since directed his studies towards that asthe journals announced the death of sociation which he had proposed to M. Werner, Member of the Council of himself to effect between the practice Mines of Freyberg, in Saxony, Knight of the art of mining, and the numeof the Royal Order of Merit, and Fo rous sciences from which it may dereign Associate of the Royal Institute of rive assistance. Werner, from obFrance. More than one voice, doubt- servations on the mountains and mines less, has been raised in Gerinany to of Saxony, anticipated, in some meapay homage to the talents and the vir- sure, the identity of structure which tues of this illustrious German. In ma- has been since observed in so many ny a subterranean mine-work the min- countries, in the rocks and mineral ers of Saxony will have been already masses which constitute the exterior melted into tears by the melancholy crust of our globe. From that time words, “ Our Werner is no more !" the mines of the whole world preThis simple announcement must have sented themselves to his mind as a excited the most lively regrets even subterraneous country, where the same in the remotest countries, where general principles ought to prevail, the success of the mines was in a where the same terms of art, whatgreat measure the result of the la ever might be the difference of idioms, bours of Werner, as it will be, during ought to facilitate a useful corresponmany ages, the finest monument of dence not only between the miners of his glory.

all countries, but also, and above all, In one point of view, it would be of between the man of science and the great advantage that Werner should be workman. It was in the school of still better known in France than he ge- the mines of Freyberg, founded by nerally is.

For a long time, indeed, the king of Saxony in the year 1766, the reputation of the professor of Frey- that Werner occupied himself incesberg has been, so to speak, classical santly in laying down these princiamong the French mineralogists, but ples, and fixing that language. He it appears to be confined to the cabi- succeeded in this in the happiest mannets of our men of science, and has ner, by attaching a precise and intelscarcely found its way into our mines. ligible meaning to the expressions emThis, however, is its proper place; it is ployed by him in describing objects, from thence that we now propose to do by adopting almost always the terms homage to the memory of this true of common language; and he often friend of the miners, who consecrat. did not even disdain to employ the ed his life to the advancement of their phraseology in familiar use among the extensive, important, and arduous la- workmen. bours, and who has thus acquired an To produce this important revoluincontestable right to the gratitude of tion in the art of mining, which has every country which possesses mines. for a long time made Freyberg be re

garded as the metropolis of that sub- rocks, and of the repositories of mineterranean country, Werner has pub- rals (geognosy); the art of working lished two works, neither of which mines and of conducting iron-works. exceeds a small volume in duodecimo. Those who were destined to direct The first treats of the knowledge of the most celebrated establishments, minerals according to their external not only in Germany, but also in disappearance, the second of the arrange- tant countries, crowded to his lecment of the repositories of minerals in tures; and the audience of the prothe bosom of the earth.

fessor of Freyberg had the appearance These works, originally written in of a congress of miners from every German, have been translated into nation. almost every language, and particu His pupils, who all loved as much larly into French. The principles of as they admired him, were soon disthe first have been developed, with persed throughout the mines of altheir application, in the "Traité de most every country, full of ardour Mineralogie,” which M. Brochant, for the prosperity of these works, chief engineer of the mines of France, and possessed of the knowledge nehas published, according to the school cessary to secure it. Everywhere of Werner ; the second has been the they established by their success the subject of a judicious analysis, which utility of the doctrines of Werner. M. Coquebert de Montbret has insert- His school was no longer confined to ed in the Journal de Mines, No. 18, Freyberg, but extended throughout and for a complete translation of all the mines of the world; and the which we are indebted to the princi- result of that sort of apostleship which pal engineer Daubuisson. The

pecu- was exercised in the name of Werner liar excellence of these two works of alone, by so great a number of his Werner is, that they are quite intel- most distinguished scholars, is, that ligible to every miner. They have his principles and his language have been sometimes compared with the become familiar to the practical miworks of other scientific mineralogists, ners of almost every country, from the but to be convinced that there is no mines of the Altaian mountains, even room for such a comparison, it is suf- to those of Mexico. ficient to consider that the objects of Many Frenchmen had the happithese authors were very different. ness of studying under Werner in Werner wished to enlighten practical the school of Freyberg. MM. Brochmen; he wished to promote the pros- ant de Villiers, Daubuisson, de Bonperity of those mines and iron-works, nard, chief engineers of mines, have which are the chief resource of so enjoyed this advantage, as well as the many countries ; for that purpose, author of the present Notice; and Werner brought down science to the many others of our countrymen. level of the workman, who gratefully None of us can recollect without emoseized the hand held out to his assist- tion the engaging frankness with which ance. If, on the contrary, he had at- Werner welcomed Frenchmen. In tempted to lead the workman to the the journeys which he made to Paris, heights of science, the latter would our most illustrious Savans had have refused to follow his steps, themselves an opportunity of appre

It is not only by his writings that ciating all the amiable qualities which Werner has deserved well of the subter- that celebrated man united to the ranean country, by rendering science depth and variety of his knowledge. popular there ; as a professor, equally May the homage which we pay to skilful and indefatigable, he taught his memory in a Journal devoted to during many years in the school of the service of the mines of France, mines at Freyberg, the knowledge of contribute to the success of the efsimple minerals (oryctognosy), of forts which the royal corps of en

gineers of mines have already made, • The works above alluded to

and of those which they still contemTreatise on the External Character of Mi- plate, for the purpose of giving to nerals, of which we have an English trans

the French workmen the benefit of lation by Mr Weaver of Dublin, the other that practical knowledge for which so is the work on the Natural History of many foreigners are indebted to the Veins, which has been translated by Dr instructions of Werner. Anderson of Leith.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

TIL LEGEND OF ST ROSALIE.

All that of fair the earth may boast
Are met within thy matchless coast,
And bask beneath thy summer sky,
Renown'd romantic Sicily!
A marvellous tale of thine I crave,--
When pestilence, with pernicious breath,
Spread desolation round, and death,
And of thy garden made a grave.

O'er that vast amphitheatre
Of pride, by poets nained of old,
The orchard, and the shell of gold,
Hush'd were the tones of human stir ;--
Palermo raised her spiry head,
Frowning-a city of the dead;
And, in a vale so bright--so fair-
Seen 'd hope, united to despair :
The sun shone out ; a sulphurous hue
O'erspread the sky, and dimm'd his light ;
The pale mnoon, as she wander'd through,
Was lost amid the haze of night:
The air was poisoned ; in an hour
Age withered, for the spoiler's power
Beyond the strength of man was great,
Dealing to all an equal fate :
The infant sickened at its play;
And Beauty, though it bloomd at morn,
Ere evening of its light was shorn,
Ordained to fall a timeless prey :
There Manhood perished in its pride :
No dirge was sung o'er them that died ;
No knell was tolld; all silently
Within the twilight's ominous gloom,
High-low—from age to infancy,
Were mingled in one common tomb.

At morning's dawn, the tramp of feet
Was heard upon the silent street ;
Now louder, clearer wax'd the sound;
Who came?--an aged abbot dress’d
In sable cowl, and sackcloth vest,
By sickly thousands circled round:
Wild and distemper'd did he fly;
Bewilder'd glanced his hazel eye ;
His feet unsandal'd and unshod ;
And in his palsied hand he bore,
And wav'd on high a long white rod,
Such as the magi had of yore.

Ile mounted on a ledge of stone ;
The assembled crowd he gaz'd upon,
And there 'twas silence all ; intent
On him cach moveless eye was bent;
And open every listener's ear,
The tidings of his call to hear-
* "Twas at the dead of night,” he said,
“ I lay upon the rushy bed
Within my solitary cell ;-
I durst not sleep, I could not pray,
Nor there repose till dawn of day ;

As toll’d the midnight bell,
Myself from off the couch I rais'd,
And on the moonless heavens I gaz'd:
When lo! a dim light, in the sky,
Appall'd my heart, and fix'd mine eye;
As backward silently I drew,
Broader it wax'd, and brighter grew :
Mysterious awe, and silent dread
Of something, that I could not name,
Weigh'd on iny breast, and chill'd my frame,
While, as my bosom wildly stirr'd,
The hum of heavenly tones I heard,
And thus a silver tongue began-
• Put away fear, and look, O man,
On her, who comes from heaven, to be
Of good to earth the messenger :
Put away fear, and look on me,
Tidings of good to thine and thee,
In the drooping vales of Sicily,
Brought me down, and bring me here!!

“ It ccasid ; and reverently I rais'd
My eye to hers :--around her blaz'd
A halo of celestial light,
Which seem'd more beautiful, more brig!ıt
And lovely, mid surrounding night ;-
My terrors fled; I saw her stand,
More glorious far then aught that earth
Within its circuit e'er gave birth,
A palm branch in her hand,
And round her twining vestures white,
That, with their lustre, dimm'd the sight
Terror dwells not with purity
And here on me it deign'd to shine;
Oh! as, entranc'd, I fixed mine eye
Upon the countenance divine,
The frailties of my state I felt,
And downward on my knees I knelt:
As from the comb the honey drips,
So came these words from sainted lips,
• Once like thyself on earth I dwelt;
But not with trifles, that employ
The gay and giddy, sought I joy ;
From man to solitude I stealt,
Ere fifteen summer suns had shed
Their ripening influence o'er my head ;
For secret inspirations came,
To warm, with holy zeal, my frame:
Yet dare not I to man recount,
How I my princely kindred left;
How angels bore me up the mount,
And pointed me a secret cleft,
Where night by night, and day by day,
I might repose,--and fast, and pray,-
And banish earthly reveries ;
A token which will not decay,
Remains that so I did, my knees
Have worn the very rock away!

"No tokens reach'd ny palace home; And none have learn'd what did betide,

my head;

Though twice nine generations from As starting from the visions wild
The hour that saw my death, have died ! Of wretchedness, Palermo smild !
Celestial minds, believe me, bear

On Monte Pelegrino stands
A sympathy for mortal care ;

A chapel, rais'd by grateful hands, And shed a healing holiness,

Above the cave-upon the spot, O'er virtues struggling with distress ; Where sacred solitude she sought ; I saw, with pity in mine eye,

Her sainted image lies enshrin'd The land of my nativity ;

Within the cleft, where, day by day, I heard, with anguish at my heart, She pour'd to heaven her fervent mind, Her groans; and pray'd I might depart And kneeling, wore the rock away! To earthly realms, and there essay

Fair Sicily ! 'twas thine to know The blots of misery to efface ;

The work of wonder wrought for thee;
The sick in heart to cheer; and chase And, grateful, it was thiŋe to show
The spirit of the plague away.

Thy reverence for fair Rosalie ;
• 'Tis granted me; where now I tell, Since now she reigns, of saints by far
Go thou at morning light ; my bones, The greatest in thy kalendar !
Unburied, mingle with the stones,
In Pelegrino's mountain cell:-
Thrice round the walls let them be borne

LADY MARGARET.
With anthems to the Prince of Peace ;
And ere the smile of second morn,

[The following fragments of a Scottish bal.

lad were discovered tied up with a num. Palermo's pestilence shall cease!' “ With rapture, and in reverence,

ber of law papers, principally dated 1590.

Some lines, where it was deemed prac. I clasp'd my palms, and bow'd

ticable, have been completed by conjece Upward I turn'd my eyes ; but thence

ture; the MS. is thus endorsed, in a The glorious messenger had fled ; And, in the aisle of fretted stone,

male hand, “ my umqulill deir sister, Upon the couch, I knelt alone !"

my lady Eufame's sang, quhilk she

would sing unto hir lute."] He ceas'd : and, from the market place, LADY MARGARETTE was as faire as May, The innumerous multitude depart;

As won in the north countrie ;The smile of joy on every face,

Alace! that she luvit a pirate knicht, And rapture in each heart :

Wha wanderit o'er the sea ! To Pelegrino's mount they marchd;

They couldna meit in the greene forest, The abbot clomb the craggy mound ; The crevice of the rock he search'd;

Nor yet in hall or bower,

But they'd walk on the lone sea sandes, And, mingling with the stones around,

At the mirk and midnicht hour.
What was his wonder, there to see
The saintly bones of Rosalie !

And they'd walk on the lonelie sandes, The fathers took their robes of white,

By the wann licht o' the moon, The crosier, and the cross ; delight

Till the sun raise red o'er yonder fell, Shone in the abbot's eye ;

And glittered the waves abune. For, as they slowly pass'd in turn, Beware, beware, ye maidinnis fair, He held within a silver urn

Of ugsome kelpie sprite ! The relics of her sanctity.

But maist beware o' your ain sweet luve, Then, two and two, the vestals pass'd ; Gin ye walk by the pale moon licht! A reverential look they cast Upon the holy man ;

“ Now Willie, if you luve me weel, And aye the cross was sign'd betwixt, As aft you've said and sworn, In term of sacred awe: and next

Oh wedd me in yon halie kirk The choristers began,

Before my babie's borne !" In mingling melody, to raise

“ Now Margarett, if you luve me weel, The hymn of penitence and praise :

Urge no such thing to be,
Thrice, round Palermo's walls they went Till I returne from my father's lande,
With feet unshod, and faces bent

That's farr beyond the sea."
On earth, in deep humility;
Lo! halting, as they gazed on high,

With flowing tide, and shipp of pride,

That false knicht sail'd away,
The melting vapours died away ;
Again burst out the azure sky,

And many a tear his true love shedd,
The cloudless canopy of day:

I wott, that drearie day.
The glorious sun shone on the hills; And many a langsome look she cast
And gently swept the southern breeze

Atween the sea and the air,
Along the vales, and wav'd the trees,

And all to descry that statlie shipp,--
That dimm'd, with shade, the mountain rills. In lyfe she ne'er saw mair.
O'er every tower and turret head,

" I weipe by day, I weipe by nicht, The standard's flaunting length unroul'd;

The salt tearis drown my ee; And, as the joyful tidings sped,

I weary for my ain sweet luve, The bells in every convent told,

But bis face I cannot see." VOL. I.

3

When six sad months were past

and
gone,

“ There's no room in my coffine sister, Her cheeke wext pale and leanne ; Save for my trustie brand, Her golden belt was all too tight,

And that should strike thee to the heart, Too short her robes of greene.

Had I now a fleshlie hand.” To braid her hair she didna care,

This lady turn'd her by the shore,
Nor sett her golden kell ;

To reach her stately tower,
And the tears that cam fra her downcast eyne And she was aware of a babie wan
Dryed aye just where they fell.

As the water-lilie flower.
She fand nae rest in the green forest, He wore a garlande o' the green sea-weed,
Nor yet in hall or bower,

And a robe o' the white sea-foam, But she was pleased wi' the lonlie sandes, " Now faire befalle thee, babie mine, At the mirk and midnicht hour.

I bidd thee welcome home." There to the wave she'd fondlie rave, " When I was in life, Lady Margarett, And answere the sea-bird's cry ;

Such kindnesse you did not keip; " I see the masthe comes at last ;" The cradle you gave was a rocking wave, He never mair cam nigh.

And the sea-gull to sing me asleip." “ I weipe by day, I weipe by nicht, “ Thou sleip'st nott worse beneath the I weipe false Willie's scorn ;

bryne, But ne'er shall I weipe the world's spite Than I on my silken bed ; When my poor babie’s born.”

I cannot rest for those hands of thine

That freeze my brow to lead. Now up and spak her sister Anne

Thou sleip'st not worse beneath the sand, In the chamber where she lay,

Than I amydd the down ; " I trow I heard fair Margarett cry I cannot rest for thy little feet On the shore, lang lang or day.

That patter my bed aroun. “ The tide came on wi' the wild wind's My days of youth are days of ruth, moan,

I've mickle dreed o'pine ; An hour I couldna sleip ;

And sorrow's cup whilk I've drunk up, I trow I heard a lady groan,

Is bitterer far than bryne." But and a babie weip."

“ Soe I will take a plunge, babie, “ Now hold your tongue, my sister Anne, I'll take a plunge with thee, Think no such things to be,

We'll soundlier sleep in others arms, 'Twas but the seugh o’the yew-tree boughs, For all the roaringe sea.” In the wild blast mournfullie."

Now Willie was sailing his good shipp, It was on a nicht, and a mirk mirk nicht, I wot on a simmer's day,

That forth would Margarett fare ; When up there rose a cloud i' the south, And she's gane to yon lone kirk-yard; A dark and drumlie grey. Hir kin lay buried there.

And howdinge saftlie o'er the waves, Now she's gane to hir father's grave,

Between that cloud and the sea, And touched the marble chest ;

Twa snow-white birds he thought cam on, Oh father deir, mak room for mee,

And marvel'd what they might be ! I fain wald find some rest."

But when they nigh'd the statlie shipp, " Awa, awa, thou ill woman,

Pale grew the pirate band, An ill death may'st thou die,

For there stood a lady cladd in whyte, Were my coffine all the warld wyde,

Wi' a young boy in her hand. There's nae room for such as thee."

" That shape is like my Margarett's, Now she's gane to her mother's tomb, As like as like may be ; And kissed the feet of stone ;

But when I look on that blue swollen face, « Oh, mother sweit, mak room for mee, I canna think it she. My dayes on earth are done."

" That neck is as white as Margarett's, Away, away, deir Margarett,

As lang that yellow hair ; Away, and lett mee sleip;

But how gat ye that bloodie wound, Thou must not stretch thee at my syde, Bound up with green sea-ware ?" And I downa hear thee weip."

“ Leap down, leap down, thou false traitor, Now she's gane to her brother's grave, Leap down, leap down, and see ; Ance deir to him was shee ;

If thou leaps't not down to me and my * Is there anie room in thy coffine, brother, babe, For I fain would reste with thee."

We'll climb the shipp to thee."

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