class of victims. Dzidzilia Bremglicz was not only fair and young, and wealthy after her degree, but blest in the especial regard of the district, the fond affection of her parents, and the doating and triumphant partiality of the aunt and nurse under whose eyes she had grown up as a wonder of perfection. The Samogitian maiden had never heard a harsh word, never seen an angry countenance,-never experienced a sorrow,-never shed a tear, unless in compassion to the wants or woes of some poorer neighbour. And then her features were so delicate, her smile so radiant, her voice so joy-bespeaking!No wonder that Ludwyk pondered over her perfections during his ramble with a beating heart; and resolved to ask her in marriage of her father as early as decency would permit, after the Dzierzawca's return. Nay, -he was even engaged in composing his demand after the most approved courtesies of Samogitia, when a loud outcry from little Benisia disturbed him from his reverie; and he beheld his charge, Janek, the pride of Jakubowa and of the Pasieka, mounting the trunk of a hoary mountain-ash in search of the pendent nest of the Remisz or Lithuanian titmouse! Poor Ludwyk might be pardoned for exclaiming somewhat vociferously against the ornithological pursuits of the young adventurer in a tone of authority and reprehension, savouring of the future brother-in-law. But his anger was of brief endurance; and the happy thoughts of the young lover soon shaped themselves to one of the popular carols of his native province. LITHUANIAN CHANT. 'Tis morning,-ho!—O'er wilds and woods Shine out thou gladness-bringing Sun!Leap, leap for joy, ye sparkling floods! Breathe warbling groves, your orison. 'Tis morn! 'Tis noonday,-ho!-Sweet incense fling, Rose ! from thy censer's treasuries ;Skim o'er the pool, ye light of wing; Ope, daisied meads, your thousand eyes'Tis noon! 'Tis evening, ho!-Turn, meek-eyed herds 'Tis nightfall-ho-Keep, starry sky, 'Tis night 'Tis midnight,-ho!-On flail-worn floor, Could the high-spirited Ludwyk have conjectured, as he stood musing, lover-like, by many a spreading tree; or smiling in vague but happy self-abstraction as he glanced downward from the hill to the valley,-wherein the solitary vulture sat perched upon his insulated barrier-stone like a warning effigy of rapine, could he have dreamed, during that cheering summer walk, what mischief was plotting against his peace under the mossy roof of the Pasieka, he would most assuredly have preferred remaining at Zwieta to assist in the seething of the manna, and to keep watch against his enemies. Scarcely had Dzidzilia quitted the house, after his departure, on her errand to the bleaching ground, when she ob served the venerable figure of Marachna stumping, stick a hand, toward her;—and as the decrepitude of the old nurs upon whose knees Jakob, albeit a man în years, had himself been reared and nurtured, prevented her in general from tending her perambulations further than the musky pa of the Pszczolarnia,—the gentle girl retraced her steps to lend the support of her arm to the old woman in reverem. of whom she had been reared. "Rest we here!" cried Maruchna, staying the steps of her fair conductress, as they reached a spreading lime tr the pride of the Pasieka,-whose shapely cone of pur green adorned the entrance to the bleaching-ground. “Res we here, nursling!-There are no eaves-droppers under t linden but our trusty bees, who are neither tatlers nor tale bearers ;-or at worst, a brood of green-finches nestling their callow down. Rest we here, Dzidzilia!" And s ing herself on a rude log-bench, constructed by Jakob hin self in his days of his courtship to Jozefa, she motioned ( their daughter to take place beside her, "Aunt Anulka," remonstrated Dzidzilia, intimidated 1y the austere countenance bent upon her by the sybil, * bet me use my utmost haste in gathering in the webs, le "And I," interrupted Maruchna, "bid thee eschew hast', and listen leisurely to my words !” Nor did the damsel hesitate in her obedience. There was something in the white hair and furrowed face of the 25cient of days, which mingled a degree of awe with the affiv. tion testified towards her by her master's children. T Dzidzilia Bremglicz's eye, accustomed only to sights of y and looks of love, the terrific sublimity of eternity wi typified by the venerable age of her father's nurse. She was the only thing connected with à past century in the hour. hold of Zwieta ;-all else was in its prime,--all else bright and flourishing! A silence of several minutes followed her choice of a resting-place; and never before had Jakubowa's daught noted with impatience the whirring murmur indicative ef the banqueting hour of the pensioners of Aunt Anuka's hives. It seemed as though the bloom-charged branches over-head were alive with bees! Yet when she raised b eyes towards the roofing of pale emerald, it was rather to avoid the scrutinizing glances of Maruchna, which she fancied were fixed upon her face, than in reverence to the little votive altar, appended there in sanctification by the hands of Grzegorz, the pious Pszczelnik, or bee-tender of the Pasieka. "You are sorrowful, good mother," cried the young girl at length, perceiving that tears were gathering in the eyes of the nurse, as she sat contemplating the eldest-born of her master's house. "No!" "Sick then ?"--still interrogated Dzidzilia. "Still less!" "What ails you then, dear, good Marysia ?"-cried the daughter of Jakob, still more and more alarmed. "Nothing, child!'Tis you who are ailing-'tis you who will soon be sorrowful!-A cup of bitterness is in store for you, Dzidzileczka; and the old woman would fain put away the draught, or pour it forth in libation to the vil ones." "Leave we the world of spirits and libations!" criel Dzidzilia, fully on her guard against that abundant chapter of Maruchna's eloquence;" and tell me explicitly your fears, and gently your instructions." "Can I speak gently of that which concerns the ruin of my master's house ?" cried Maruchna. "I behold you on the brink of perdition; and must hold you back from the abyss, even though my grasp be rude as the iron gauntlet of Lesko the warrior. I have a greivious tale to tell. Listen and be admonished!" "Of all the hirelings of Zwieta, my Dzidzilia,-(as the reverence of my masters is a token,) I alone am no bonds woman of the land. Yet the whole generation now flourishing around me at the Fasieka,-your father, with his noonday manhood,-Anulka, the kind aunt,-yourself_the younglings, all were swathed by my hands, and tended in innocent helplessness upon my knees. I love you all, for dearly did I dote upon your father's infancy;-I doted upon your father's infancy, for I had nothing else to love! -I had been a wife, a happy wife ;-I had been a mother, -a joyous, triumphant mother :-but that was past. All were gone—all withered; I was alone, -oh! how bitterly, bitterly alone! "My father, like our own good Jakob, was a flourishing farmer on the Polesian frontier of Lithuania, of good credit, and such fame for honesty and worth as caused the hand of his daughter to be sought of many suitors; his daughter Marysia,—for no peevishness of humour had then obtained for the free-hearted girl of the Niemen the accusing name of Maruchua. But to me, their various suits were a matter of mere importunity; for, from my earliest years, my heart was pledged to one whose qualities were so great and noble, that nothing, no! not even my parent's malediction, could move me to deplore that Pawel was of ignoble birth, and son to a serf of Derenczyn. His father, it is true, had prospered; and rented extensive lands of the house of Sapieha, to which his own and his children's service was due in perpetual villanage. For however well endowed with worldly belongings, Pawel was in truth a slave-a denizen; —and his children must perforce be born in bondage! "But 'tis not this alone that moves my interdiction,' cried my father, when I ventured to frustrate a more prosperous marriage, urged upon me by his will, by a confession of my attachment. There is that in the young man's blood which would make a wretch of my Marysia.—Mark you not the sign of the Plica-stricken upon him and all his race?' I shuddered, Dzidzilia! for that word was indeed a word of warning! Yes!' continued my father, Pawel is come of parents whose industry and integrity may have effaced all blemish of their birth: and it were as well to deny the honour of the Burgher of Krakow, as of Pietrus, the father of your lover. But 'tis now thirty years, Marysia, since my eyes have kept watch over the doings of his house. Three of his goodly sons has that fearful malady laid in the grave; the fourth is a raving lunatic in the hospital of the Camaldolite convent at Minsk. Shall I give my daughter to the fifth ?" "It may indeed be thus, father!" I replied. But my Pawel is free of foot as free of heart. The blood dances lightly in his veins, and he, at least, is exempt from the frightful contamination that besets his race. Who so active in the round of the Kruciaszczy, when at eve we dance under the linden trees? For three successive winters has he won the premium as largest owner of wolf skins deposited in the mayorality of Minsk. And did he not preserve your own life, father, by mere vigour of arm, when, but a srason ago, you joined the bear hunters of the Niemen ?* "To what avail,' cried my father, seek you to gainsay my words; which nought but parental love arrays in judgment against your choice? Pawel is all that is good, brave, generous, handsome! But I would not wittingly tell over a daughter's dowry to the son of a slave; and never, were he thrice ennobled, and willing to accept her dowerless, would I bestow the hand of my Marysia on one within whose polluted veins rankles the filthy poison of the Plica !'" "And upon this declaration you were obedient, and gave up your lover?" inquired the pretty Dzidzilia bending her eager eyes upon those of the venerable sybil. " I "No!" replied Maruchna in a low hoarse voice. was over bold in defying the vengeance of God. For the following year, having lost my kind father, instead of marking double reverence to the words of his lips when those lips were cold in the grave, I turned aside from the desolate home where I was now an orphan, and became the wife of Pawel !" "But you were happy, dearest Maruchna ?" cried Dzidzilia, her feelings deeply interested by a tale of love and wilful wedlock. "Happy ?"-reiterated the old woman with fervour. "Why is there no brighter word in the mouths of men, to designate the joy of those who, loving long and long estranged, are at length united for eternity in the blessed marriage bond? Every thing was rapture around us! The skies, the earth, the very household duties which elsewhere had seemed irksome, were a delight when ministered to the service of my husband. Happy ?-What could surpass the happiness of being his; of finding him ever near me,-with love upon his lips and transport in his eyes? Yet something did surpass it; for soon I was fated to hold a babe of Pawel's within my arms, my husband's very self in smile and features; and while listening to his sportive declaration that it resembled only me, to bend my ear to the gentle murmurings of the fondled one;-faint, low, plaintive, love-stirring! Happy? All-righteous God, what earthly happiness could out-measure mine ?" Dzidzilia now drooped her gentle head on the bosom of the nurse. She wished that Maruchna might not see her weeping at the touching holiness of such a picture. "The aged father of my husband died, ere I again became a mother," said Maruchna, labouring to assume a calmer demeanour. "And now, we were rich indeed. The old man had a lease of especial favour from Prince Sapieha, of the forest of Szczoth, with its beaver-dams and rights of manorage; even where the weeping pine abounds, and the largest and clearest masses of Lithuanian amber are dug up from the sand. Our commerce prospered, we had a dwelling in a wild fast by the river side, with a hamlet as of our own around us. Every thing was within those walls that could make glad the heart of man. Pawel was cheerful, laborious, forbearing; our hirelings duteous, our trade thriving, our babes, (there were three now rolling on the moss beside our forest door,) our babes beauteous as the imaged cherubim of heaven! All three were alike fair, alike gracious; but it was the sport of Pawel to excite my mother's wrath by accusing me of partial favour towards the second, my little Jozia;with her plaintive voice as of the calling quail,-her curls of golden brown floating over her graceful shoulders,—and her mild blue eyes that beamed as with the emanating spirit of God !—A moment !" -faltered the aged woman, pressing her hands upon her hold it in reproach, or imbibe injurious alarm on his own breast. "I must gather breath to speak of all this." "Let me forestal the relation, dearest Maruchna !" cried her nursling, willing to spare her the pang of farther explanation. "The Almighty who dealt forth of old his judgments upon the patriarch whose flocks were fairest and whose offspring loveliest, smote you also with the chastening of his hand! I see it all." behalf. I dared not complain, I dared not even was ! could only pray, pray,—pray ;—clasp my hands in wart broken fervour and supplication, and trust that thể t nest voice from the wilderness would reach the pitying of the Almighty! "But that merciless ear was closed against my entre ing; and the hand of the avenger was against me. Th worst was yet to come !- Pawel, conscious of the fate the waited him, and dreading the contagion his touch mig convey, now tarried hour after hour, day after day, impu the desolate dwelling of his wife; he would no longe hold my hand in his ;- he would not even press his ars around me when we wept together upon the grave of ou children!-He shuddered whenever I approached him: and oh! what glaring looks of tenderness and horror on tended in his eyes, when he fixed them upon me at the first pains of the pestilence assailed him; the heavy bro, the burning hand, the bewildered brain!-Yes!—deares yes with him the Plica took its deadliest shape; and th howlings of a lunatic were soon heard in our happy-dweling. Two years did I watch by him ;-even when the gyves were upon him,-and- -but why should I this agonize your gentle nature?-He, too, died; and dri heirless, the laws of the land awarded to the lord of the sel all that the industry of his bondsman had amassed. A és solate widow, I was turned forth into the world. A tant kinsman at Rosienie afforded me a refuge;-and it was there, sweet, I became the hireling of your grandsire, and took the new-born Jakob tenderly into my arms, as a 6membrancer of the precious ones that had been wrested from them." No! none can see it as I saw it!" faltered the nurse. "None can see, with the agony of my own watching, the change that came over the fair face of my cherished one! The burning forehead, the pallid cheeks, the blackened lips. "Tis the Plica!' cried my unfortunate Pawel when he heard the sweet voice of his child crying aloud upon us for aid and soothing. And I would not believe it-and in my horror, I cursed him for the word!—And even when those bright brown curls grew dim and clammy, and hung together and clung together, I would not own that it was disease that matted them in frightful entanglement; but smoothed them, and smoothed them, as was my wont; and kissed the pale cheeks of the sufferer, and said she would be better anon. At length, maddened with the agony of watching the dishevelment of those lovely locks, I shore them closely off, and flung them upon the blazing logs! Dzidzilia, there was blood upon the steel as I laid it aside. Dzidzilia!—within a week from that act of rashness, my gracious babe was in her grave! And for one bitter moment I was glad when the earth closed over the loathsomeness of my fondling! But soon, very soon, I would have uprooted the sod to gaze upon her disfigured face, and press to my lips, to my heart of hearts, -all that remained of her I loved with such overweening tenderness! "Then remembered I my father's curse! For I knew that the fatal infection must be in the veins of my surviving children, of my Pawel himself, and that a destiny was upon our little household. I dared no longer lift my eyes upon them, lest I should descry the fatal sign upon their brows. I dared not wander forth with them into the sunshine, lest peradventure its fervours might stimulate the la-forestal my warning. 'Tis even as you dread. The you! "My poor child!" replied the monitress," your fears tent poison. If the rain rained, I dreaded its humid exha- stranger has been, and will be again, a victim to the loathlations; if the wind blew, I closed up with moss every some Plica. A fearful infection already riots in the veias cranny of our dwelling. I could not sleep by night for of him you love!" creeping to the cradle of my boys and feeling that their little hands lay calm and feverless on the coverlid. I could not rest by day, for stealing out to the cottages of the peasants, and questioning them of their own experience, and of the signs and symptoms of the malady: till the thought of the new-formed nail, and new-springing hair, and scarified flesh, became as tokens of horror to my mind! I saw them before me when I waked; I dreamed of them in my dreams by night!" "One word, Maruchna!" faintly ejaculated Dzidzila bosom of the nurse. Bremglicz, without venturing to raise her face from the springing newly;-on Ludwyk's head the locks are of re "On Ludwyk's hands the nails ar cent growth ;-on Ludwyk's cheek there is a wide and fearful scar (To be continued.) CENTENARY OF THE BIRTH OF DR. PRIESTLEY— On Monday the 100th anniversary of the birth-day of Dr Priestley was celebrated by a dinner at the Freemasons Tavern. Between 150 and 200 gentlemen sat down to ta ble comprising some of the most eminent scientific charstters in the metropolis. Dr. Babington presided. He pr posed "The memory of Dr Priestley," upon whom he Dzidzilia started, and gazed inquiringly into the face of pronounced a brief eulogy.-Professor Daubeny, borgtestiMaruchna; who, without notice of her agitation, speedily more especially that which showed the carbonic acid gas mony to the importance of the discoveries of Dr Priestley, resumed. "My terrors, dearest, were not premature. Both prevalent in animals, was also the food and pakulum of sickened both died! Pawel (the gay-hearted one who so plants. Professor Cumming regretted those disgraceful promuch resembled his father)—perished first,-in fearful and ceedings by which Dr Priestley had been driven away from bitter anguish. Franciszek, the little one, the youngest this country, and congratulated the company that they lived born, of slow and gradual suffering, as if pining for the (Cheers.) He beheld before him men of different religious to an age when such occurrences would be scarcely crudited. playmates who were gone before. Three babes! Dzidzi- and political opinions, but all were united in the ende lia Bremglicz! three glorious, lovely, loving babes, all taken vour to do honour to a man who was unhonoured in his from a heart overflowing with mother's love, to be thurst age and his country. (Applause.) Mr Lubbock, Mr into darkness beneath our forest turf!-I was hopeless of Dr raday, Mr J. Taylor, concurred in expressing their admi. I dared not speak my grief to my husband, lest he should | Friestley. COLUMN FOR THE LADIES. MRS. HEMANS. SCIENTIFIC NOTICES. SOME writer has remarked, with equal force and beauty, STEAM ENGINES.-Steam engines were introduced about that, by a visit to those places which we know to have 130 years ago, and continued upon the atmospheric conbeen the haunt of genius, we are more affected than when struction for about fifty years. From the joint experiments we hear of their actions, or read their works. And this remark is founded on a thorough knowledge of human of Messrs. Watt and Bolton, and the principle miners, the nature. The room where Newton was born at Wynford-best of those engines, in 1778, raised 2,000 gallons from a and the chamber in which Shakspeare saw the light on Avon-the churchyard where Gray wrote his Elegy—and the study where Johnson penned his immortal Rasselas must always possess a spell for those to whom learning and genius are dear. And such was the feeling with which I gazed on the cottage of the poetess at Rhyader. The situation is pretty and picturesque. The view, at once rich in the foreground, and romantic in the distance, is precisely that on which a mind, so exquisitely alive to the charms of nature, would delight to repose. Of the interior, I will only say (for the home of such a woman is hallowed ground and its secrets should not be delivered over to the vulgar gaze of the public eye) that it is plentifully adorned with that best furniture books; and is rich in those little embellishments which a woman's ingenuity can so readily supply, and a woman's taste can best arrange. By a commonplace observer Mrs. Hemans would be considered an interesting, rather than a beautiful woman. And yet hers is beauty of the highest class. It depends neither on feature nor complexion. It is that which lasts the longest, and over which time has so little power-the beauty of the soul. The intellect which lights up that pale and placid countenance, bestows on it a life and loveliness, a grandeur and a majesty, to which no complexion, however brilliant, no features, however faultless, can aspire. The expression of the countenance, when in repose, is deeply melancholy. That dark, soft, sad eye, tells a tale of past sorrow and suffering. But the expression about the mouth, when speaking, is frank, and singularly winning; and in conversation on any favourite topic, her eye lights up with living lustre. At these moments, she bears no faint resemblance to Pasta. -Whychotte of St. John's. CAROLINE. AUBURN are the locks thou bearest, Golden are the locks thou wearest, And thy voice is as a lute, Touch'd by a gentle maiden; And thy locks flow down thy head If love be not within thy heart, And I not made for earth if thou, Sylph-like Caroline! CHRISTIAN NAMES OF WOMEN. Tv Christian world Mary the garland wears! Should homely Joan be fashioned. But can And is not Clare for love excuse enough? depth of 348 feet, for every bushel of coals used. An ordinary man, working with a good pump, will raise 1,000 gallons from the same depth in a day. In 1829, the best engine in Cornwall did ten times the work of those in 1778, or each bushel of coals raised 20,006 gallons of water. In 1829, therefore, one bushel of coals did the wages of twenty men, or of four horses for one whole day. The rearing of men, or of horses, bears as great a proportion to the whole of their labour, as the cost of steam engines does to that which they can do; therefore, a bushel of coals, by the steam engine, buys as much labour as the wages of twenty men, or the keep of four horses. A bushel of coals (which is about three quarters of a hundred weight, at 20s. a ton) costs 9d., in the coal districts; in the places where the price is highest, it will not cost more than 1s. 9d., and the cost of coal, for the whole engines, may be, therefore, taken at the average of 1s. 3d., while the men, at 1s. 3d. a day would cost 24s. Men, therefore, could not compete with steam engines if their wages exceeded 4d. in the week, or three farthings for each day's hard work of ten hours. If they worked at a rate like this, they would be worse off than were the Indians of South America. If the men did work as cheaply as the engines, the coals would not be consumed as extensively as machinery enables them to be consumed. The consumption of coals has increased much more rapidly than the increase of the population. In the time of Charles the II. 200,000 chaldrons were annually consumed in London. At the present time, above a million and a half chaldrons are consumed. It has been calculated that each person in London, in 1801, used a chaldron of coals in a year, and that now a chaldron and one-sixth is used by each person. The competition of capital and improved machinery have made coals cheaper. HYDRO-OXYGEN MICROSCOPE.-The great defect in the Solar Microscope is, that its effectiveness depends wholly upon the unclouded presence of the sun. Its operations, the result of refraction, are suspended whenever it is deprived of the full potency of the solar beams. In our climate, therefore, but especially in winter, it can be resorted to but seldom, and never with perfect satisfaction. To obviate this inconvenience, the aid of oxygen and hydrogen gas has been resorted to, and their united stream being directed against a piece of lime, produces a light of such vivid force as effectually answers all the purposes of strong illumination. We need not refer to the wonderful magnifying power of the solar microscope. Most of our readers must ere this be familiar with it. Suffice it to say that it can in truth represent objects five hundred thousand times larger in size than they really are. Thus the pores of the slenderest twig, and the fibres of the most delicate leaf, expand into coarse net-work. The external integuments of a fly's eyes, filled with thousands of lenses, appear in the dimensions of a lady's veil-that gentleman yclept the flea swells into six feet worms seem like boa constrictors, while the population of a drop of goodly ditch water present such shapes as Teniers should have seen before he pencilled the grotesque monsters who troubled the solitude of St. Anthony. The hydro-oxygen microscope, we need scarcely, remark promises to do much more for mankind than to gratify his curiosity. It will prove an important assistant in the investigation of physical science.. SYMPATHY OF MOTION.It has been found, that în a watchmaker's shop, the time-pieces or clocks, connected with the same wall or shelf, have such sympathetic effect in keep ing time, that they stop those which beat in irregular time; and if any are at rest, set agoing those which beat accurately Gardiner's Music of Nature. SCRAPS. EDUCATION IN IRELAND. In favour of mere learning the poor Catholics of Ireland have made prodigious exertions, such as would not pass for credible, were not the facts attested by those who were un willing witnesses. By data furnished in 1827, we have in round numbers, the following: SCHOLARS IN IRELAND. Paid for their Free. Protestants, 90,000.....56,000.....44,000 Catholics, 400,000....320,000......80,000 It is hence obvious, that about half the Protestant children are free, while not above one-fifth of the Catholics are so. Here, however, is the willingness proved, notwithstanding their well-known comparative weakness in means, which should have ensured them fairness, if not indulgence, in the distribution of the public funds for education.-A Cry to Ireland. BARBARITY OF BIRD CATCHING.-The summer bird catchers are the most barbarous, who entrap only singing birds, and take them without regard to their having young, which may perish by their absence, or to that harsh change from the enjoyment of summer sunshine and pleasures, to the captivity of a cage. When I see their nests spread in the field, I wish them all manner of villanous ill luck, and I never omit a favourable opportunity of deranging or destroying lime twigs when they fall in my way; none of our customs mark our selfishness more then keeping singing birds in perpetual confinement, making the pleasure of our ears their misfortune, and that sweet gift which God has given them, wherewith to make themselves happy, and the country delightful, the curse of their lives. This practice is detestable, doubly so, in the capture of migratory birds, who have not merely the common love of liberty, but the instinct of migration to struggle with, and it may be safely asserted, that out of every ten nightingales so caught, nine pine away and die. The Sabbath bells, with a holy glee, As his children gambolled before his cot, Which coming life shall make truly theirs. But their mother, with breakfast call, anon And is this the man, thou vaunting knave, A SYNONYMY.-At the Liverpool Quarter Sessions, the other day, an action of trover was brought for the recovery of a cart of very little value, the delivery of which to the plaintiff, as the alleged purchaser, had been refused by the defendant; and it was quite certain that the trial of the question would cost many times the worth of the article, In the course of the proceedings the following dialogue occured :-Counsel Then you went and demanded the cart from the defendant? Witness Na, indeed. He said the plaintiff might go to hell for it, or he might go to the devil, for it; I don't exactly recollect which of the words he used. The Recorder-But it meant, in point of fact, that he might In answer to several applications, we beg to mention that some go to law for it," I suppose (Loud-laughter) Maccles field Courier. 1.175991 Das do early numbers of the Political Register are out of print, and of we cannot furnish them without incurring a heavy expense: The 78889990 1-gister is not stereotyped like the Schoolmaster, but we e keep each num To quib9" ber in types for a month, to accommodate such of our weekly subscribe as wish to procure it, to bind up with the Schoolmaster. THE ENGLISH PEASANT. BY WILLIAM HOWITT. TO CORRESPONDENTS CONTENTS OF NO. XXXVII Ferdusi, the Persian Poet,........... That we should rise with the Lark,.. THE STORY-TELLER-The Pasieka; or, Bee Farm, SCIENTIFIC NOTICES-Steam Engines-Hydra.Oxygen Mi croscope,...****** SCRAPS,........ The English Peasant,....... EDINBURGH: Printed by and for JoRN JOHNSTONE, 19, St. James' Cheap Periodicals. |