The bell strikes one.--We take note of time
But from its loss. To give it then a tongue
Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke,
I feel the solemn sound.----
Young.
The moral which the poet has rather quaintly deduced from the necessary mode of measuring time, may the well applied to our feelings respecting that portion of it which constitutes human life. We observe the aged, the infirm, and those engaged in occupations of immediate hazard, trembling as it were upon the very brink of non-existence, but we derive no lesson from the precariousness of their tenure until it has altogether failed.
------------You have fed upon my seignories,
Disparked my parks, and felled my forest woods,
From mine own windows torn my household coat,
Razed out my impress leaving me no sign,
Same men's opinions and my living blood,
To show the world I am a gentleman.
Richard II.
WHEN the boat which carried the worthy captain on board his vessel had accomplished that task, the sails began to ascend, and the ship was got under way. She fired three guns as salute to the house of Ellangowan, and the shot away rapidly before the wind, which blew off shore, under all the sail she could crowd.
We know not when we sleep nor when we wake.
Visions distinct and perfect cross our eye,
Which to the slumberer seem realities ;
And while they waked, some men have seen such sights
As set at nought the evidence is sense,
And left them well persuaded they were dreaming.
ANONYMOUS.
*WAVERLY NOVELS
G U Y M A N N E R I N G
THE ASTROLOGER
BY SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART.
'Tis said that words and signs have power
O'er sprites in planetary hour ;
But scarce I praise their venturous part
Who tamper with such dangerous art.
Lay of the Last Minstrel.
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