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soul, fill it with a calm and quiet joy — a sea of 

 gentle hopes and benevolent projects — and 

 banish all the sordid maxims and ungenerous 

 principles which are engendered in the smoky 

 town, amidst the scufflings of rival traffickers, 

 or the hearfclessnesses of the amassers of wealth. 

 The heart becomes sensible of better influences 

 than these, and the thoughts which owe their 

 oi'igin to the impressions which are derived from 

 the contemplation of natural objects, are gene- 

 rally such as religion sanctifies, and reason ap- 

 proves. The stern and remorseless passions of 

 our nature, yield to the genial suggestions; and 

 •there must indeed be an ineradicable root of 

 bitterness, a tenacious germ of malignity, in that 

 breast which is not softened by the calm silence 

 of eternal nature, or filled with generous im~ 

 pulses of benevolence and good will, by the 

 music of her persuasive voice. The patriarch of 

 old "went out to meditate in the field, at the even- 

 tide;" the Saviour himself sought the sublime 

 solitude of the still mountain, when he went 

 forth to pray; and the early Christians reared 

 their simple altars amidst the secret recesses of 

 the sanctuaries of nature, where, free from the 

 interruptions of relentless persecution, they 

 might forget the surrounding world of tempta- 

 tion and hostility, and hold deep communion 

 with their God. 



The angler, although not actuated by such 

 high motives, still perceives and acknowledges 

 the influence of such scenes; and often — we 

 confidently appeal to our brethren of the craft — 

 often as his eye roams over the sweet scenery 

 which surrounds him, the tear — holy type of 

 penitence — rises almost spontaneously, the in- 

 describable thought kindles in his heart, and the 

 warm prayer gushes unpremeditated from his 

 soul, sincere, heartfelt, true, because offered 

 when none can hear, and none behold, but " He 

 who neither slumbers nor sleeps." 



The Invitation. 



The early sun is rising fair and bright ; 



And dancing lightly on each spangled spray, 

 The pearl- drops glisten in the dewy light 



That bathes in fragrant balm the morn of May. 



The thick white mists are springing far and fast, 

 Beneath the glowing orb's absorbing beam, 



To swell with showers the light clouds floating 

 past, 

 Predicting glorious sport in pool and stream. 



Oh! what a gush of joy o'erwhelms the soul, 

 When nature pours her matin song of praise! 



What waves of sweet, sad visions round us roll! 

 What deep and thrilling dreams the mind 



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amaze 



The gladsome heart bounds joyous, warm, and 

 free, 

 And throbs with rapture in the morning- 

 breeze, 

 Which, fraught with mild and mystic melody, 

 Comes fresh and frisking o'er the whispering 

 trees. 



Arise, thou sluggard ! Hark ! the lark on high 

 His wild entrancing wood-note bravely rings ; 



He revels joyous in the morning sky, 



And soars away, and still, in soaring, sings. 



What frantic rapture does his strain prolong ! 



No chilling, passionless performer he ! 

 His little soul is steeped in floods of song, 



And pours its j oy in that mad ecstasy. 



Sleep on, sleep on ; those notes are not for thee ; 



They cannot drown thy deep and drowsy snore, 

 No joy for thee, in mountain, stream, or lea; 



Thou lov'st thy bed than morning ramble. 



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For thee, the angler's is a vulgar art ; 



His simple pleasures earn thy ready sneer. 

 Well, well, in quiet peace at least we'll part — 



My song affects not uncongenial ear. 



But thou, my friend, with kindred feelings rife, 

 Wilt join the social converse grave or gay; 



Laugh at the passing joke, or share the strife, 

 When smart discussions loftier themes display. 



Come, haste away, and where the clear streams 

 glide, 

 Armed with the tapering line, and well-sprung 

 rod, 

 Muse on the moral of their lapsing tide, 



Or hold dread converse with a present G od. 



Ah! who can tell the holy thoughts that crowd 

 Thick o'er the heart when all around is still, 



When nothing moves but shade of passing cloud, 

 And nought is heard but hum of yonder mill ! 



Give me, Great Father, give me strength and 

 health, 

 A liberal heart, affections kind and free; 

 My rod — my line — be these my pride, my wealth, 

 They yield me present joys — they draw my 

 soul to Thee. 



[The above is from an interesting Avork, en- 

 titled " Hints on Angling ; with suggestions for 

 Angling Excursions in France and Belgium," &c. 

 Published by W. Robinson, Fleet Street.] 



PHRENOLOGY FOR THE MILLION. 



No. XXXY. PHYSIOLOGY OF THE 

 BRAIN. 



BY F. J. GALL, M.D. 



(Continued from page 263.) 



The influence of education, instruc- 

 tion, EXAMPLE, AND OF SURROUNDING CIR- 

 CUMSTANCES, takes place principally when the 

 innate dispositions are neither too feeble nor too 

 energetic. Every sane man, having the essential 

 organisation of his species, has, in virtue of "it, 

 capacity for whatever is relative to the disposi- 

 tions proper to man. It is owing to this, that 

 nature bounds herself in the most part of indi- 

 viduals, with a mediocrity of moral and intel- 

 lectual forces ; it is, as it were, passive in rela- 

 tion to the impression of external objects; the 

 internal faculties do not announce themselves; 

 they are in a state of indifference; they seize 

 nothing, and repulse nothing strongly ; and as 

 nothing draws these individuals towards a marked 

 end, they have consequently no determinate vo- 

 cation. Of this great majority of men it is said, 

 with reason, that man is an imitative animal. 

 Precepts, institutions, discussion, the severe ex- 



