THE COLERAINE SALMON LEAP. CHRISTMAS IN THE OLDEN TIME, 1650. "So numerous are the fish frequenting this river, that the average amount is estimated at £1,000 per annum; and on one occasion 1,500 salmon were taken at a single drag of the net."-I, however, have only celebrated the exploits of a single fisher. I remember a curious exploit of a gentleman, who went out in the morning to shoot, and shot a salmon; in the afternoon to fish, and caught a hare. The fact was, there had been a flood, which had dashed a salmon on the banks, where a gun was the readiest means of despatching it. The same flood had swept away a hare, and the line furnished the means of its capture. I was dreaming that I went Shark and sword-fish were the prey; I will realize my dream In the dashing of the stream; Pouring 'mid the summer woods All the gather'd winter floods; When the ice and when the snow Melt into a sunny flow: 'Mid the bright waves leaping forth Comes the salmon from the north. Let the meaner angler seek, In the willow-hidden creek, For the trout whose spotted side Crimsons like a star the tide; Let him 'mid dark waters search For the carp and for the perch; While the silver graylings shiver Like bright arrows in a quiver. Mine a nobler prey shall be, For his lure, the artful fly See, he bears the line away, Round him flies the snowy spray. I have given him length and line, One last struggle, he is mine. Fling the green arbutus bough On the glowing ashes now; Let the cup with red wine foam,— I have brought the salmon home. "AT Wycoller Hall the family usually kept open house the twelve days at Christmas. Their entertainment was a large hall of curious ashler work, a long table, plenty of furmenty, like new milk, in a morning, made of husked wheat, boiled and roasted beef, with a fat goose, and a pudding, with plenty of good beer for dinner. A round about fireplace, surrounded with stone benches, where the young folks sat and cracked nuts, and diverted themselves, and in this manner the sons and daughters got matching without going much from home."-Family MS. of the Cunliffes. We shall gather every evening Beside the ancient hearth, We give you leave to roam, But now come back, my brother, Christmas is coming, my brother dear, She comes with the midnight-meet not her cold eye, It shines but on those who are fated to die. She comes with the midnight, when spirits have power She comes with the midnight, and evil the hour. She comes from the grave, with its secret and pain, The grave which recalleth its truant again. And Christmas comes, my brother, but once a year. The chamber grows damp with the charnel-like air; Then, stranger, I warn thee-O! slumber not there. THE QUEEN'S ROOM: SIZERGH HALL, WESTMORLAND. Tradition has conferred on this apartment the name of the Queen's Room. Catherine Parr, the last queen of Henry VIII., is said to have occupied this apartment for several nights after the king's death. Ar, regal the chamber, and stately the gloom For when the lamp dies in the dead of the night, hands. Years have pass'd since that lady smooth'd back her bright hair, And ask'd of the glass if her image was fair: HINDOO TEMPLES AND PALACE AT MADURA.* LITTLE the present careth for the past, Its blessings are around our daily path, From whence to the far north The human mind went forth, The light that is of heaven shone there the first, There was young science in its cradle nurst. *MADURA was at one period the centre of "might, majesty, and dominion" in India. One of its ancient He slew her while watching her cheek where the monarchs in the second century sent an embassy on a rose Was reddening in beauty, like sunshine on snows. He slew her the glass was yet warm with her breath She turn'd to her lover-she turn'd to her death. Less crimson the wine-cup that stood at her side, Than the red stream which gush'd with her life on its tide, A groan and a gasp, and the struggle is o'erThe blood which he spilt is yet there on the floor. splendid scale to Augustus Cæsar at Rome. It was also the spot, from the meridian of which the Hindoo astronomers made their calculations. The mode of calculating by the ten numerals, after having been invented and long prac tised here, was first introduced into Europe by the Arabs. Here, too, was the celebrated college whose influence was exercised so beneficially on the intellect of India; though at present much decayed, it is still in great repute for the magnificent ruins which surround it, and for the fine pagoda and choultry in its neighbourhood. Among other anecdotes connected with the spirit of improvement now alive in India, Sir Alexander Johnstone, whose kindness in communicating information I cannot sufficiently acknowledge, told me one, of his relative, the late Mrs. Damer. The question of female education was much disputed, and popular opinion was certainly against it. Sir Alexander, however, brought this instance of a No prayer by her death-bed-no mass for her connexion of his own, who united birth and all social soul No bell on the depths of the midnight to toll; (10) advantages with the highest degree of cultivation. At his request, Mrs. Damer made a bust of Nelson, and sent it as a present to the king of Tanjore. It was received with great attention, and the skill with which it was executed made a strong impression in favour of female education. 2 d THE PALACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL. "He lifted up his eyes, and behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was 'Beautiful. Looking very narrowly before him as he went, he espied two lions in the way."-Pilgrim's Progress. He wander'd on a weary way, Till all but hope were gone. The night fell dark around his steps, And there were Lions in the wayThe lion mighty in his wrathNo marvel that the traveller shrank From such a dreary path. Then spake the Porter of the house, The house that was so fair, The house whose name was BEAUTIFUL, And bade him not despair. Chain'd were the Lions on his way, He enter'd in the lovely place: Four maidens at the door, With wine, and bread, and pleasant words, His fainting soul restore. Next morn they furnish'd him with arms, Prudence and Piety, intent On every work of Love, And Charity, whose youthful heart Is tender as the dove. VALLEY OF LINMOUTH: NORTH DEVON. "Tis a gloomy place, but I like it well; There would I choose, alone, to dwell; The rocks around should friends supply, Less cold, less hard than those I fly. I do not care for the rosy flowers, No! here I will find for myself a cave, The hills are rough, and the hills are bare, I shall watch the clouds that shadow the sky. All I ask is never to hear Of human hope or of human fear; I have had enough of both in my day, The wind may sometimes bear along The falling leaves will make my bed, The granite stone will pillow my head; The cave in the rock is a fitting shrine For heart so wither'd and worn as mine. PULO PENANG. THE sail from Penang to Singapore presents the loveliest succession of scenery which ocean can produce. The sea is studded with tracts of fairy land, glittering like emeralds in the golden sun, where the waving trees dip their long branches into the water; where the smooth sands are covered with shells, sparkling with all the hues of the prism. Birds, too, of Orient pluinage, skim over the surface of the silver sea, or glance in and out from groves laden with fruit and flowers. The ocean land, locked by these flowery labyrinths, retains its tranquillity even during the summer tempests. NEVER-that fairy isle can be No lengthen'd resting-place of mine; I love it dearest when I see Its shadow lengthen on the brine: And then my heart with softness fills; I think upon its palmy groves, I hear the murmur of its rills, I see the white catalpa bend, And then I sigh to be on shore O, only those who part can know As if my very heart had wings: I love to see my red flag sweep; As I love those sweet eyes of thine. I bring thee treasures from afar; For thy dear sake I sweep the sea; But for the honour won in war, I should be too unworthy thee. SCENES IN LONDON: OXFORD STREET. LIFE in its many shapes was there, The busy and the gay; Faces that seemed too young and fair To ever know decay. Wealth, with its waste, its pomp, and pride, Led forth its glittering train; And poverty's pale face beside Ask'd aid, and ask'd in vain. The shops were fill'd from many lands- Yet 'mid life's myriad shapes around There was a sigh of death; There rose a melancholy sound, They play'd a mournful Scottish air That on its native hill Had caught the notes the night winds bear From weeping leaf and rill. "Twas strange to hear that sad wild strain There came a slow and silent band They bore the soldier to his grave; By some dark vessel plough'd. A moment, and all sounds were mute, For awe was over all; You heard the soldier's measured foot, The gloves were laid upon the bier, The drooping war-horse followed near, Slowly-I follow'd too-they led And flung a shadow o'er the dead Green trees were there-beneath the shade Of one was made a grave; And there to his last rest was laid The weary and the brave. They fired a volley o'er the bed Of an unconscious ear; The birds sprang fluttering overhead, Struck with a sudden fear. All left the ground; the bugles died Again, all fill'd with light and breath, ROBERT BLAKE, ADMIRAL AND GENERAL OF THE PARLIAMENTARY FORCES WHAT! Will they sweep the channels, For the triumph of a foe. Thus spoke the English admiral, |