A world which, knowing not the heart So early tinged with sadness, Saw not that in its bitter depths 'Twas well nigh wrought to madness. As from the wind-harp, o'er whose chords By passion stirred to gushing: Did'st wake a lyre whose murmurs knew And still, with saddened hearts we think And oft is breathed the heart-felt sigh That thus, when thou believ'st thyself In the pure light of Heaven thy dream But, by thy grave, still Hope itself Asks "what is now its morrow?" SATAN'S JOKE. A REVERIE,—BASED ON TRUTH. SITTING, one night, in Levi's chair With Eve, so tempting,-fond and fair, The Serpent, to her, sly did say, "We'll have more sport with human clay! I know in Fife they hold a Fair- This place, for me, has curs'd renown,— For which last deed-I've marked her well, Her Janus public men I pay, To make her peak and pine each day,--- Her Links were feued out,-bought and sold,- Her Mussel-scalps we threw away— The "Haughs" have gone as cheaply too, I'll take care the thick-skulled fools Her Alma Mater-once her pride, Her local feeder is a snare To fatten birds from everywhere, Which, having picked the wheat from Bell,? 1 St. Andrews University, the oldest in Scotland, was founded by Bishop Wardlaw in 1410. 2 Dr. Bell meant his Madras College to be a stepping-stone, and local feeder of the University of St. Andrews,-proved by the fact of leaving £100 yearly for Bursaries to enable pupils to go to its University, and these to be natives of the city at least they must be three years previously at his college-and remain the other four years at St. Andrews University-to entitle them to receive the benefit. If local talent, however poor the parents,- -was assisted-as he intended, through the higher branches as a stepping-stone to the University --what a help would it not prove to the United College; and, as the Madras incorporated both the Burgh and Parish schools into it,-and no other school for higher education in the city,-Why do not the professors see the great loss to their University, and injustice to the citizens, by the present system of private tuition, by which the Madras College is turned into a semi-private institution for strangers,-instead of fulfilling the intention of the founder-to assist both the local University, and the inhabitants of his native city? The words of the deed are: "And it is hereby declared, that the trustees hereof for the time being, shall, for ever hereafter apply yearly, and every year, from out of the college funds the sum of one hundred pounds in bursaries, to the students of the United College of St. Salvator's and St. Leonard's aforesaid, that is to say, in one bursary of twenty pounds, two of fifteen pounds each, and five bursaries of ten pounds each, and none of the bursaries shall be received by any person who has not been educated at the Madras College for the space of three years: and that the persons respectively, declared to be entitled to any such bursary as aforesaid, shall continue to receive the same yearly for the space of four years in succession, if he shall, during the whole of that time, prosecute his studies in the said United College." What a feeder might not this noble intention prove, not only to the University, but to the intellectual wealth of the nation, if the splendid Endowment of £50,000, devoted by the founder for a noble purpose, was carried out as he intended. A few pretended gratis tickets to the mere rudimentary branches of Education in a West Room," taught by masters who receive salaries-consequently costing nothing to the trustees, is not fulfilling the kind and good intention of Dr. Bell-and a higher, juster Advocate than shallow Sophistry-and legal Quibble,-shall,-in another sphere than this, to which the founder has gone,-demand an answer,-or, an account of the administration,-at least, if there be such a thing as Faith in rectitude, and in the principles of Christianity and progressive Soul. Close, chained up,-cabined,-cribbed,-confined- Shook hands with Commerce-from the sea,— But, faith I managed that right well For, when he pulled my stronghold down, I swore to damn the cursed Town! And knew, the blast to make her fade, And make her think that best for Teaching, Instead of wise Commercial Life,- The "Tree of Knowledge," Eve, you know When Adam at our bidding fell, And hurled knowledge here-Ah! well- Not Melancholy's poisoned air And only trade that Study needs- And, to their honour, I must say Their Harbour fain I would destroy- I've kept it back three hundred years- A fine old Tidal Harbour 'tis- King Robert her Cathedral oped- But, Eve, some scamps have seen my hand, But, blast their souls-if they do more And their Contractor shall be one Instead of narrowing at Cross pier- I'll make them widen out their gates, Like souls down here,-see how they jumble! Aye! where they used to cosy lie Amongst the mud,-like pigs in stye, However, 'twill not hurt a raft, When once it's entered, fore and aft. |