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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



From the United Slates Literary Gazette. 



THE RIVULET. 

 This little rill that, from the springs 

 Of yonder grove, its current brings, 

 Plays on the slope awhile, and then 

 Goes prattling into groves again, 

 Oft to its warbling waters drew 

 My little feet when life was new. 

 When woods in early green were drest, 

 And from the chambers of the west 

 The warmer breezes, travelling out. 

 Breathed the new scent of flowers about. 

 My truant steps from home would stray, 

 Upon the grassy side to play ; 

 To crop the violet on its brim. 

 And listen to the throstle's hymn. 

 With blooming cheek and open brow, 

 As young and gay, sweet rill, as thou. 



And when the days of boyhood came, 

 And 1 had grown in love with fame, 

 Duly I sought thy banks, and tried 

 My first rude numbers by thy side. 

 Words cannot tell how glad and gay 

 The scenes of life before me lay. 

 High visions then, and lofty schemes 

 Glorious and bright as fairy dreams. 

 And daring liopes, that now to speak 

 Would bring the blood into my cheek. 

 Passed o'er me ; and I wrote on high 

 A name I deemed should never die. 



Years change thee not. Upon yon hill 

 The tall old maples, verdant still, 

 Yet tell, in proud and grand decay. 

 How swift the years have passed away, 

 Since first a child, and half afraid, 

 1 wandered in the forest shade. 

 But thou, gay, merry rivulet. 

 Dost dimple, play, and prattle yet ; 

 And sportinn- with the sands that pave 

 The windings of thy silver wave. 

 And dancing to thy own wild chime. 

 Thou laughest at the lapse of time. 

 The same sweet sounds are in my ear 

 My early childhood loved to hear ; 

 As pure thy limped waters run. 

 As bright they sparkle to the sun ; 

 As fresh the herbs that crowd to drink 

 The moisture of thy oozy brink ; 

 The violet there, in soft May dew. 

 Comes up, as modest and as blue ; 

 As green, amid thy curreat's stress. 

 Floats the scarce-rooted water cress ; 

 And the brown ground bird, in thy glan. 

 Still chirps as merrily as then. 



Thou changest not — but I am changed, 

 Since first thy pleasant banks I ranged ; 

 And the grave stranger, come to see 

 Theplay-placc of his infancy, 

 Has scarce a single trace of him 

 Who sported once upon thy hrim. 

 The visions of my youth are past — 

 Too bright, too beautiful to last. 

 I've tried the world — it wears no more 

 The coloring of romance it wore. 

 Yet well has nature kept the truth 

 She promised to my earliest youth ; 

 The radiant beauty, shed abroad 

 On all the glorious works of God, 

 Shows freshly, to my sobered eye. 

 Each charm it wore in days gone by. 



A few brief years shall pass away. 

 And I, all trembling, weak, and grey. 

 Bowed to the earth which waits to fold 

 My ashes in the embracing mould 

 (If haply the dark will of fate 

 Indulge my life so long a date), 

 May come for the last time to look 

 Upon my childhood's favorite brook. 

 Then dimly on my eye shall gleam 

 The sparkle of thy dancing stream ; 

 And faintly on ray car shall fall 

 Thy prattling current's merry call ; 

 Yet shall thou flow as glad and bright 

 As when thou met'st my infant sight. 



And I shall sleep — and on thy siile, 



As ages after ages glide. 



Children their early sports shall try. 



And pass to hoary age and die. 



But thou, unchanged from year to year, 



Gaily shall play and glitter here ; 



Amid young flowers and tender grass 



Thy endless infancy shalt pass ; 



And, singing down thy narrow glen, 



Shalt mock the fading race of men. 



ftttstfUang. 



From the London New Monthly Magazine. 



The Pilot, a tale of the sea, by the author 

 of "The Spy," "Pioneers," &c. &c. 3 vols. 

 12 mo. 



The very considerable power and ability 

 displayed in " The Spy" and " The Pioneers," 

 the precursors of the present volume, have 

 rendered the author of those works, who is un- 

 derstood to be a Mr. Cooper, of New York, a 

 decided favorite with all novel readers on this 

 side of the Atlantic. " The Pilot" will, we feel 

 persuaded, add still more to his reputation. It 

 is a fine sea-piece, painted with a bold and vig- 

 orous pencil, and does great credit to the wri- 

 ter's powers, both of description and sentiment. 

 Although he has chosen the same element for 

 the subject of his sketches which has furnished 

 Smollett with so many happy delineations, yet 

 there is nothing of the copyist in Mr. Cooper's 

 pages. The sea-pieces of Smollett are mostly, 

 if not entirely, humorous; but the scenes of 

 " The Pilot" are of a more chivalrous and ro- 

 mantic character. The novel is, however, by 

 no means deficient in that broad comic humor 

 which seems to flow so easily from the seaman's 

 tonsfue. 



The scene, as in " The Spy," is laid during 

 the revolutionary contest, and the nominal hero 

 is no other than the celebrated Paul Jones, 

 whose debarkation upon our coasts spread so 

 much terror during the period of the Ameri- 

 can war. The reader, however, is never made 

 officially acquainted with the name of the hero, 

 which he is left to discover by sundry remote 

 inferences. The Pilot himself is, in our estima- 

 tion, the least successful character in the novel, 

 and, indeed, the only one with whom we ffel 

 inclined to find fault. There is too much By- 

 runixm about him, if we may be allowed the 

 expression. The other characters arc well 

 drawn, spirited, distinct and natural. Tom 

 Coffin, or Long Tom, might have figured wilh 

 great credit to himself and the author on the 

 pages of the Scottish novelist. Many of the 

 scenes are admirably conceived; among which 

 we would specify the taking of St. Ruth's Ab- 

 bey, the escape of Long Tom, and the loss of 

 Ariel. The latter scene, more especially, is 

 worked up with a degree of energy which makes 

 a powerful offect bpon the feelings of the reader. 



We are heartily rejoiced to receive such 

 works as those from across the Atlantic, and we 

 bail them as proofs of the growing taste and 

 genius of the Americans. 



.9 Mammoth ! — Doctors Van Rensselaer, De 

 Kay, and Cooper, of this city, members oJ'the 

 Lyceum of Natural History, have just returned 

 from an excursion to Poplar, Moomoutb county, 

 New-Jersey, where they discovered and have 

 brought home with them, the skeleton of al\Iam- 

 raoth. nearly or quite entire. It was found 



upon the farm of Mr. Cj-oxson, an intelligent 

 citizen of that place, bedded in a swamp, some 

 of the bones being ten feet beneath the sur- 

 face. 



A tooth was discovered some months since,, 

 which led the above mentioned gentlemen to 

 undertake the expedition, and to prosecute their 

 researches with indefatigable zeal. They were 

 in the mud and water several days, in digging 

 up the skeleton. The bones are now on board 

 a sloop lying at the wharf, but will soon be put 

 together, and deposited in the Lyceum of Na- 

 tural History. The animal is but little inferior 

 in size to the one in Peale's Museum at Phila- 

 delphia. Great credit is due to Mr. Croxson, 

 who afforded to the exploring party every ac- 

 commodation and assistance. — JV. Y. Statesman, 



The following interesting anecdote of the Beaver, is 

 taken from Franklin's Narrative of a Journey to the Po- 

 lar Sea, recently published. 



" One day a gentleman, long resident in thia 

 country, espied five young beavers sporting ia 

 the water, leaping upon the trunk of a tree, 

 pushing one another off, and playing a thou- 

 sand interesting tricks. He approached, softly, 

 under cover of the bushes, and prepared to fire 

 upon the unsuspecting creatures ; but a nearer 

 approach discovered to him such a similitude 

 betwixt their gestures and the infantile caresses 

 of his own children, that he threw aside his gun. 

 — This gentleman's feelings are to be envied, 

 but few traders In fur would have acted so feel- 

 ingly." 



NEW ENGLAND MUSEUM. 



76, COURT STREET, ROSTOA', 



CONTAINING much more numerous Collections 

 and greater variety of entertainments than any 

 other F.stablishment in America, continues steadily tc 

 increase, and is open for the reception of visiters 

 EVERY DAY AND EVENING. 

 It will be constantly in the best possible condition, 

 and every exertion made to render the visits of its pat- 

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This Establishment now contains FIVE former Mu- 

 seums united in ONE, together with very great and 

 numerous additions (the whole receipts being faithful!} 

 laid out to increase it.) 



JUST ADDED, 

 The celebrated Race Horse Eclipse, 

 A beautiful Cosmoramic View of London, 

 A large and beautiful live Rattlesnake, 

 The Arabian Bottle, made of the stomach of a 

 Camel — holds about a barrel — used to carry watei 

 across the desert. J 



The Invalid's Chair — very ingenious — invented! 



by Professor Peck. 



.A very large and elegant Sword Fish, upwards 

 of 14 feet long, with a sword 4 1-2 feet long. 

 (tj= The Museum is well lighted, and a Band ol 



Music performs every evening. Admittance 25 cen! 

 June 5. 



WANTED Nos. 14, 43, and 46, of the 1st Vol 

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