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and so tastefully adorned with woodbine and jessamine, as to call 

 forth his admiration equally with the princely residence of the British 

 landholder, in all its pride of position and splendour of architecture. 



In short, this faculty is applicable to every object and he who 

 finds any thing too lofty or too humble for his admiration, does 

 not possess it. It is exercised in the every-day affairs of life as 

 much as in the higher arts and sciences. 



The true connoisseur is the universal connoisseur who will admire 

 beauty in all the animal creation elegance in equipage, dress, and 

 style, as well as in person and manners the picturesque, in the 

 wilderness of nature as well as in the aptitude of art music, in the 

 murmur of a stream, and the wild meanings of an autumnal gale, as well 

 as in the cathedral conclave, or the Philharmonic Society. And, in 

 the less intellectual affairs of the table, the man of taste will not be more 

 insensible to the rational enjoyment of a well-served dinner, nor to the 

 quality of the wines and elegance of the dessert, than to the manners 

 and conversation of his companions at the social board. 



O most invaluable of all possessions ! thou who teachest the true 

 enjoyment of prosperity, and whisperest consolation in adversity who 

 in the one wilt select our associates from the flower of society, and in 

 the other wilt teach us to avoid the degradation into which, without 

 thee, we must inevitably fall precious companion in crowds, and 

 most refined sweetness of solitude in wealth the wand of happiness, 

 and in poverty the spring of comfort and content grant that I may 

 never be insensible to thy influence, and that I may never wilfully 

 sin against thy chastening dictates ! 



A. N, 



THE PALM-TREE. 



Has his heart forgot, so far away, 



Those native scenes those rocks and torrents grey ; 



The tall bananas whispering to the breeze ; 



The shores the sound of those encircling seas 



Heard from his infant days and the piled heap 



Of holy stones, where his forefathers sleep ? BOWLES. 



IT waved not through an eastern sky, 

 Beside a fount of Araby ; 

 It was not fanned by southern breeze, 

 In some green isle of Indian seas; 

 Nor did its graceful shadow sleep 

 O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep : 



But fair the exiled palm-tree grew, 

 'Midst foliage of no kindred hue ; 

 Through the laburnum's dropping gold 

 Uprose that stem of orient mould, 

 And Europe's violets, faintly sweet, 

 Purpled the moss-beds at his feet. 



