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vessels pass the uplifted drawbridges which keep up the communica- 

 tion between the opposite sides of a street, they lose their attraction. 



Sept. 20. 



I WRITE this on board the Batavier, descending the Maas, hastening 

 over to the white shores of our happy island. If no other benefit be 

 derived from foreign travel, a position which I should be one of the 

 first to deny, it is worth the money and time expended to have 

 learned, by comparison, the superior blessings and advantages of 

 merry England. Long may she send forth her children to see the 

 world, and sure may she be that they will return to her maternal care 

 with a just sense of its value, and a consciousness of her superiority 

 in every essential excellence to every other land in the world. 



SILENT LOVE. 



FAIREST ! do not thou believe 



The whispered tale, that I am changing ; 

 I could not for my life deceive, 



And call thee mine, and yet be ranging. 

 If I seldom talk of love, 



Oh! do not think my vows are broken ; 

 I swear, by every power above, 



They're firm as ever, though unspoken. 



Gushing from its puny source, 



The shallow streamlet hurries over 

 Its pebbly bed, in noisy course 



Such is the ever-chattering lover. 

 Mighty rivers onward sweep, 



Resistless, yet in silence flowing ; 

 As silent, ceaseless, strong, and deep, 



The love that in my heart is glowing. 



A GOOD ANECDOTE FOR PRINTERS, 



" One day an old woman from the clachan of Campsie entered Mr. Reid's 

 book-shop at Glasgow, inquiring for ' a Testament, on a mair than ordinar 

 round teep ?' One of the largest size was shown to her, which she carefully ex- 

 amined, exacting a serious tribute on Mr. R.'s patience. ' This ane 'ill no do 

 it's a pity noo, for it's a bonnie book hae ye ony the same size, but wi* 

 the print just about twice as grit ?' ' No such Testament printed in Scotland,' 

 was the reply. ' Weel, I'll tell ye what ye may do, sin* I hav gien you a' this 

 trouble ! I'm gaun wast a* the gate to Anderston, to see a brither's bairn that 

 I maun see afore I leave the toun, an' ye can just put your stampin'-irons in 

 the fire, and cast ane aff to me by the time that I come back we'll no cast 

 out about the price." 



LAIRD OF LOGAN. " 



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