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holding of which he lived, and in the earnest furtherance of which he died.

"Now all his eloquent words must henceforth be
Only poor echoes, haunting memory!

But, as a friend's voice calls, who out of sight
Hath clomb beyond us up the mountain's height,
Or as a martial chief, whose sole command
Was 'Follow me' to all his eager band,

Who, lost to view still leads, because they know
That somewhere in the van, he fronts the foe,
So shall his words still guide us at our need,
Nor e'en Death's silence bar their power to plead."

G. C. W.

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as I have said with a view to the assisting the labours of geologists of future ages (in whose hands The Eagle will be without doubt the standard book of reference on all matters of antiquarian lore) that I have ventured to pen these lines.

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I plucked a newly-budding rose,
Our lips then met together;
We spoke not-but a lover knows
How lips two lives can tether.
We parted! I believed thee true,
I asked for no love-token;

But now thy form no more I view,
My Pipe, my Pipe, thou'rt broken!

Broken!—and when the Sun's warm rays,
Illumine hill and heather,

I think of all the pleasant days
We might have had together.
When Lucifer's phosphoric beam
Shines o'er the Lake's dim water,
O then, my Beautiful, I dream

Of thee, the salt sea's daughter.

O why did Death thy beauty snatch
And leave me all benighted,
Before the Hymeneal match
Our young loves had united ?
I knew thou wert not made of clay,
I loved thee with devotion!
Thou emanation of the spray!

Bright, foam-born child of Ocean!

One night I saw an unknown star,
Methought it gently nodded;

I saw, or seemed to see, afar

Thy spirit disembodied.

Cleansed from the stain of smoke and oil

My tears it bade me wipe,

And there relieved from earthly toil,

I saw my Meerschaum pipe!

Men offer me the noisome weed;
But nought can calm my sorrow,

Nor joy nor misery I heed:

I care not for the morrow. Pipeless, and friendless, tempest-tost 1 fade, I faint, I languish,

He only who has loved and lost

Can measure all my anguish.

CALAMUS.

THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.

Quidquid agunt homines nostri est farrago libelli.

AS years roll on, there may come a time, (who shall say?) when the study of geology combined with those of anatomy and phrenology shall have arrived at so great a pitch of perfection, that when human remains are found, which once belonged to men of this generation, the anatomo-geologophrenologist will be able to describe from some few bones the entire creature in his physical, moral, and intellectual capabilities. But however advanced the science, however acute the man of science, I cannot but believe that a previous knowledge of the main types of human character belonging to this age, will be found useful in determining the intermediary characters, and perhaps nowhere more than in a university may such abundant materials be procured for observing the chief sources (speaking roughly) of human character, and the various channels in which the streams diverging from those sources flow. This, then, is the object which has induced me to collect a few instances, (scanty and imperfect as I fully feel them to be) of the different characters prevailing among the youth of this generation. But all my long days and nights of wearying toil, all my feverish anxiety in this noble work were thrown away, were not the result of my tedious labours put in such a form or such a place as to be sure of passing uninjured into the eager hands of a grateful posterity. What place then would be so secure, what form so appropriate, in which to record my researches, as an article in The Eagle? a bird destined to soar on untiring pinions through the unclouded sunshine of innumerable ages. But I must begin my subject, and first I will

address myself to the editors of the illustrious periodical I have mentioned, humbly entreating them not to think my article too clever or too profound for insertion, and thereby deprive posterity of such an invaluable boon.

When this document comes into the hands of the future man of science for whom it is intended, it may read somewhat the same as the following words would to us of the present time:

It oftentimes may be discerned to what type a man belongeth by the manner wherein he is habited. For instance, who would mistake yonder man's appearance? He is habited in a short jacket which buttoneth the whole way up in front. He hath a pair of very closely fitting pantaloons on a pair of very meagre shanks, the said shanks being withal of the same thickness in all parts. The colours which he most affecteth for his clothes be some tinge of grey, or mayhap chestnut, though the latter be oftentimes enlivened by the admixture of a bay tint. His hat is composed of felt, and is either lofty in the crown and like to the dome of St. Paul's cathedral in London, (save that a patenteed ventilator taketh the place of the cross on the summit of the dome), or else it is of a shape like to a beaver hat cut abruptly asunder in the midst. His collars likewise must be mentioned, which be stiffly starched and stand up close round the whole neck, meeting beneath the chin. His neckerchief is mostly of a blue colour with white spots or orbs, or else it is plain white, it is of large proportions, and is crossed in the front and held firmly by means of a large pin, whose head is fashioned to represent a horse's hoof, or a fox's head or some similar device. In his hand he beareth a short stick, fitted with a silver top, or the handle of an hunting whip, with a bone crook at the one end and a stout loop of leather at the other; with this instrument he oftimes striketh his leg as he walketh, which latter process he accomplisheth by leaning his entire weight upon his heels, and turning his toes (whereof he maketh no use) outwards, in such wise as to turn the inward sides of his legs to the front, and thus he shambleth along slowly (for your friend is never in haste), whistling oftentimes a catch of a song and hitting his leg with his whip or stick, as above described. If he falleth in with a friend whom he desireth to stop, he crieth "Wo Ho," to which cry he often addeth "Boy or "Mare," I suppose according as his friend seemeth to him for the time being to resemble the one or the other. His discourse beareth wholly on horses or dogs, and the probabilities that such an horse will win in such a race, these

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