and most distinct impressions was found at the base of the stratum in the lower part of the quarry, perhaps sixty or seventy feet beneath the surface of the earth. A New Star-The president of the Astronomical Society, Mr. Herschel, thinks there are good star in the trapezium in the nebula reasons for believing that the fifth of Orion, did not exist there on the 13th of March, 1826. It apby the celebrated astronomer M. pears to have been first observed Struve, on the 11th of November, in the same year. By MRS. HEMANS. THE stately Homes of England, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound And the swan glides past them with the sound The merry Homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song Or lips move tunefully along The blessed Homes of England! Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath-hours! Floats thro' their woods at morn; All other sounds, in that still time, The Cottage Homes of England! They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, THINE is a strain to read among the hills, Or its calm spirit fitly may be taken To the still breast, in sunny garden-bowers, Where vernal winds each tree's low tones awaken, And bud and bell with changes mark the hours. There let thy thoughts be with me, while the day Sinks with a golden and serene decay. Or by some hearth where happy faces meet, When night hath hush'd the woods, with all their birds, There, from some gentle voice, that lay were sweet As antique music, link'd with household words. While, in pleased murmurs, woman's lip might move, And the rais'd eye of childhood shine in love. Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews True bard, and holy !-thou art ev'n as one In every spot beneath the smiling sun, Sees where the springs of living waters lie: Unseen awhile they sleep-till, touch'd by thee, Bright healthful waves flow forth to each glad wanderer free. KORNER AND HIS SISTER. By the Same. GREEN wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest, Rest, bard! rest, soldier!-by the father's hand In the hush'd presence of the glorious dead. The oak wav'd proudly o'er thy burial-rite, On thy crown'd bier to slumber warriors bore thee, And with true hearts thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their drooping banners o'er thee. And the deep guns with rolling peal gave token, That Lyre and Sword were broken. Thou hast a hero's tomb :-a lowlier bed Fame was thy gift from others;-but for her, Thou hast thine oak, thy trophy :-What hath she?— It was thy spirit, brother! which had made The bright earth glorious to her thoughtful eye, Since first in childhood midst the vines ye play'd, And sent glad singing thro' the free blue sky. Ye were but two-and when that spirit pass'd Woe to the one, the last! Woe, yet not long!-She linger'd but to trace Too sad a smile! its living light was o'er, It answer'd hers no more. The earth grew silent when thy voice departed, : Here with the Lyre and Sword! Have ye not met ere now? -so let those trust Brother, T BANWELL CAVE. By the REV. W. L. BOWLES. SPIRIT and shadow of the ancient world, Of HIM, who spoke and the dread storm went forth!.. Have lain, the records of that awful doom. When now the black abyss had ceas'd to roar, Slept in the solitary sunshine,-HERE THEY LAY; and when four thousand years had pass'd→→'l And cities, with their tow'rs and temples shone Where Life's great hum was murmuring, HERE THEY LAY! The crow sail'd o'er the lonely spot, the bents • In Somersetshire. See Dr. Buckland's interesting illustrations of these re mains of a former world. The bishop of Bath and Wells has built a picturesque and appropriate cottage near the cave, on the hill commanding this fine view. |