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occupying entirely the face of a lofty perpendicular 

 cliff. These figures are in a sitting attitude, sixty 

 feet high, and almost detached from the rock, being 

 connected with it only by a narrow rib. They are 

 undoubtedly superior to any other work of Egyptian 

 sculpture; and allowing for the peculiarity of feature 

 which distinguishes all the productions of lhat school, 

 they may be pronounced to be among the most beau- 

 tiful specimens of ancient art. The countenances 

 have a sweetness and serenity of expression quite 

 unrivalled. The sand drifting down over the top of 

 the rocks had formed a sloping bank, and covered 

 the figures more or less in proportion to their dis- 

 tance from the river. Of the furthest the head alone 

 was visible, while the nearest was buried only up to 

 the knees. In the centre of the fayade is a statue of 

 the hawk-headed Osiris, placed in a niche ; and 

 immediately under it is the door, which is twenty 

 feet high, but so choked up as scarcely to leave room 

 for entrance. Only one person could go in at a time, 

 and he was obliged to lie down and permit himself 

 to be carried on by the rolling motion of the sand. 



Library of Entertaining Knowledge, Part 

 IX. New 'Zealanders, /. 1 830. This is a 

 very interesting account of the inhabitants of 

 New Zealand, collected partly from Captain 

 Cook's voyages, and the communications of 

 others who have touched at the island, espe- 

 cially Mr. Marsden's, who, in his capacity 

 of missionary, has several times visited them. 

 Hitherto nothing has been told except of the 

 northernmost part of the northern isle. Within 

 these two or three years, one John Rutherford 

 has returned from the northern island, where 

 he had lived among the natives for some years. 

 On his voyage home, he dictated his adven- 

 tures to a friend, and from this source the 

 compiler has been enabled to. add materially 

 to our previous knowledge of this singular 

 people. Rutherford was born in 1796, at 

 Manchester, and employed till ten years old 

 in a cotton factory, when he went to sea. He 

 was for some time off the Brazils, and after- 

 wards at the storming of St. Sebastian. He 

 then went on board a king's ship to Madras, 

 and from thence to China, and was a twelve- 

 month at Macao. He was afterwards in a 

 convict ship, and made two trading voyages 

 among the islands of the South Sea, when he 

 was at last left sick at Owhyhee. From 

 thence he was taken on board a small Ame- 

 rican brig of six guns and fourteen men, and 

 went to New Zealand, where the whole crew 

 were overpowered by the natives, and most of 

 them killed and eaten. Rutherford himself 

 was luckily preserved, and, subsequently, tat- 

 tooed, made a chief, and married a couple of 

 wives. His narrative is not yet completed. 

 A portrait of him is given, for the sake of 

 exhibiting the elaborate tattooing of his per- 

 son. His accounts are full of interesting 

 details, and we wish they had been printed 

 uninterruptedly, and not mixed up with the 

 author's gleanings from other quarters. The 

 New Zealanders are quite worthy of a distinct 

 consideration. They form a sort of anomaly 

 in the history of savage life Though evi- 

 dently the same people with those of the South 



Sea islands, from some as yet unknown cir- 

 cumstances, they are in a higher state of cul- 

 tivation. Their ferocity and treachery, never 

 probably unprovoked, have been shown in 

 several very horrible instances. Several of 

 the chiefs have been in England, but in ge- 

 neral they have been abominably dealt with. 

 The captains of small trading vessels seem to 

 think keeping terms with savages a matter of 

 no importance. When they get them on 

 board they keep them, or land them just 

 when and where it suits them, without any 

 regard to compacts. The destruction of the 

 Boyd's crew in 1807, was entirely an act of 

 revenge prompted by harsh conduct of this 

 kind towards a native chief. 



Poetical Aspirations, ly W. Anderson, 

 Esq., 1830. A collection of youthful effu- 

 sions, written for the most part while the au- 

 thor was a minor, on occasional topics, and 

 addressed, many of them, to the lovely ob- 

 jects of his young admiration, who seem to 

 have succeeded each other pretty rapidly; we 

 have Jane, and Jessie, and Zera, and Anne, 

 if not more. A few of the aspirations are 

 of a more elevated caste, one " after Fame," 

 begins thus 



In the seclusion of my solitude, 

 Thy echo reach'd me, and awoke a brood 

 Of slumbering visions into life and light; 

 A spell seem'd thrown around me, and my mind 

 Was full of unfix'd images ; the bright 

 And ready impulses of thought, confined 

 And struggling to be free ; a light had dawn'd 

 Across my path, as if by Heaven's command. 



But a "few simple lines" addressed to 

 his mother are touching and delicate. 

 My mother ! when I think of thee". 

 Joy o'er my heart comes gushfully ; 

 And thoughts of tenderness and love 

 Spring up all other thoughts above 

 Oh ! I want language to express 

 All that my bosom would confess ; 

 If thoughts like mine in words could dwell, 

 To say what never words can tell. 

 Mother ! the bark is on the sea 

 That leads to home that leads to thee 

 And I behold its sails expand, 

 As scorning all that clings to land ; 

 And I behold it floating there, 

 Like a light cloud on lambent air 

 With grief I see its sails expand, 

 I cannot join its gallant band, 

 For other cares must keep me here, 

 Absent from all I hold most dear ; 

 Oh ! mother, well I love the sea, 

 Because it bears to home and thee. 

 See yonder moon that climbs the height, 

 Where all is beautiful and bright ; 

 See yonder stars that shrine around 

 Where all of truth and love is found ; 

 They'd light my passage home to thee, 

 Oh ! mother, well I love the sea. 



The Tradesman's Law Library, ly George 

 Thompson, Attorney-at-Laie, and Author of 

 " Practical Suggestion^ to Young Attorneys, 1 '' 

 1830. A great book is a great evil; it has 



