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'Beauties of Nature,' as an appropriate close to this INTRODUCTION*.

The beauties of nature are open to all, and may be relished and enjoyed by all. A taste for them is highly desirable, and we should cherish it as the source of real pleasure. The scenes of nature (as it is observed by a good writer) contribute powerfully to inspire that serenity which heightens their beauties, and is necessary to our full enjoyment of them. By a secret sympathy, the soul catches the harmony which she contemplates; and the frame within assimilates itself to that without. In this state of sweet composure we become susceptible of virtuous impressions from almost every surrounding object. The patient ox is viewed with generous complacency; the guileless sheep with pity; and the playful lamb with emotions of tenderness and love. We rejoice with the horse in his liberty and exemption from toil, while he ranges at large through enamelled pastures. We are charmed with the songs of birds, soothed with the buzz of insects, and pleased with the sportive motions of fishes, because these are expressions of enjoyment; and, having felt a common interest in the gratifications of inferior beings, we shall be no longer indifferent to their sufferings, or become wantonly instrumental in producing them.

But the taste for natural beauty is subservient to higher purposes than those which have been enumerated. The cultivation of it not only refines and humanizes, but dignifies and exalts the affections.

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* In writing this Introduction, we have to acknowledge the assistance we have received from Dr. SHAW's Zoological Lectures,' the Rev. Mr. Bingley's Animal Biography,' and Mr. M'Quin's Description of Three Hundred Animals." The Zoological Lectures' deserve to be generally read, and form an admirable introduction to the larger work, entitled GENERAL ZOOLOGY,' which is unequalled for the elaborate fidelity of its descriptions, and the beauty and accuracy of the plates with which it is embellished.

It elevates them to the admiration and love of that
Being, who is the author of all that is fair, sublime,
or good in the creation. Scepticism and irreligion
are hardly compatible with the sensibility of heart
which arises from a just and lively relish of the wis-
dom, harmony, and order subsisting in the world
around us.
Emotions of piety must spring up spon-
taneously in the bosom that is in unison with all
animated nature. Actuated by this beneficial and
divine inspiration, man finds a fane in every grove;
and, glowing with devout fervour, he joins his song
to the universal chorus, or muses the praise of the
Almighty in more expressive silence!-Of such a
man it may be said with the poet, that

He suits to Nature's reign th' inquiring eye,
Skilled all her soft gradations to descry;

From Matter's mode through Instinct's narrow sway,
TO REASON'S gradual but unbounded way,
And sees through all the wonder-varied chain

No link omitted, no appendage vain,

But all supporting, and supported till
The whole is perfect as the AUTHOR'S will.

Hence even the meanest points of Nature's care
Fix his attention-his attachment share:

The pebble, through pellucid waters shown,

The moss that clothes-the shrub that cleaves to stone,
The modest-tinted flowers that deck the glade,
The aged tree that spreads its awful shade,
The feathered race that wing th' ethereal
The insect tribes that float upon the ray,
The herd that graze, the flocks that nip the plain,
And scaly natives of the watery reign.


These hold ten thousand wonders to the sight,
Which prompt inquiry and inspire delight;
Relations properties-proportions-ends-
Burst into light as her research extends;
Until unnumbered sparks around him fall

From the Great Source of Light, and Life, and ALL!


At one wide view God's eye surveys
His works, in every distant clime;
He shifts the seasons, months, and days,
The short-lived offspring of revolving time;
By turns they die, by turns are born.
Now cheerful SPRING the circle leads,
And strows with flowers the smiling meads;
Gay SUMMER next, whom russet robes adorn,
And waving fields of yellow corn;

Then AUTUMN, who with lavish stores the lap of nature spreads;
Decrepit WINTER, laggard in the dance,

(Like feeble age oppressed with pain)

A heavy season does maintain,

With driving snows, and winds and rain;
Till SPRING, recruited to advance,
The various year rolls round again.






THE name given to this month by the Romans was

taken from Janus, one of their divinities, to whom they gave two faces; because on the one side, the first day of this month looked towards the new year, and on the other towards the old one. It was called wolf-monat by our Saxon ancestors, on account of the danger they then experienced from wolves.

Remarkable Days.


On this day is celebrated the Circumcision of our Saviour, a rite of the Jewish law, first enjoined to Abraham as a token of the covenant God made with him and his posterity.

Hark! the merry bells ring round

With clamorous joy to welcome in this day,
This consecrated day

To mirth and indolence.

The antient custom of going about with the wassail, ' a bowl of spiced ale,' is yet retained in many places. The composition was ale, nutmeg, sugar, toast, and roasted crabs or apples, and was called lamb's wool. The ceremonies observed on New Year's Day, in France, are described at length in T. T. for 1815, p. 2.



On the Epiphany or manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles, commonly called Twelfth-day, the Eastern magi were guided by the star to pay homage to their Saviour; and it takes its name from their coming on that day, which was the twelfth after the nativity. The usual celebration of Twelfth-day, in the metropolis and in the south of England, is by drawing lots, and assuming fictitious characters for the evening formerly the king or queen was chosen by a bean found in a piece of divided cake; and this was once a common Christmas gambol in both the English Uni versities. The day after Twelfth-day was called St. Distaff's-day. The customs in France, and at Rome, on this day, are noticed in T. T. for 1815, p. 6.


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Saint Lucian, confessor and martyr, was born at Samosata in Syria. He was well versed in the Hebrew language, and employed much time in comparing and amending the copies of the Bible. Lucian was put to death by Maximinus II.

Saw ye the streets when NELSON died,
When his funereal train drew near,

The troops arranged on ev'ry side,
The people gazing in the rear?

I saw the streets when NELSON died:
When his funereal car drew near,
Not one brave heart but deeply sighed,
Not one fair cheek without a tear.

A nation's grief bedewed his grave;
Devotion mourned him as her own;
For, in the battle truly brave,

He feared th' OMNIPOTENT alone!

O! how it soothed the Hero's shade,
Though weeping still at Trafalgar,
When in the grave his dust was laid
With all the pride and pomp of war!


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