subject of Joint-Stock management, it is not too late to beg the attention of the legislature to the last deceptive novelty in this illegitimate field of commerce. The Building Companies, are, in idea, an importation from Paris; they are, in rapid operation, and formation in this country, notwithstanding the warning voice of the political economist has thrice addressed the public ear. Newspapers and pamphlets have joined their arguments to convince the public of the usurious proceedings, the delusive reports, and false balance-sheets published by the Building Societies.

And now, reflective reader, to yourself must we leave the task of perfecting, according to your peculiar opinions and judgment, the sketch we are about bringing to a close. Doubtless our essay is sufficiently faulty, and in some points opposed to the notions of others; but let it be recollected that we are not laying down the law, but only drawing a case for opinion, as the lawyers have it. Probably, the greatest opposition our observations are open to, will be levelled at the railroad strictures; albeit, we are the avowed advocates of science; admiring, abstractedly, the perfection of locomotive machines, the practical wisdom of the engineer, displayed in every anticipated movement of his connecting rods, valves, and pistons; still we unsparingly deprecate their application to the incalculable injury of the community. To the argument of the predestinarian, "whatever is, is right,” we have but one answer. Reverse the proposition. Life is a scene of contention; we are not to deem that everything is right, but that we are constantly required to put forth our strength against hourly opposing obstacles.

When we are made aware of the existence of wide-spread national distress, and can trace the cause to its fountain-head, we are not to be juggled out of our reasoning faculty by the interested logician, who would make black white, and cajole us after the manner of the ancient oracle, by the stratagem of a feigned voice of prophecy.

HELLENICS;

" μελιγλώσσων ἀοιδῶν ἄνθεα ; ” * TRANSLATED BY JOHN HOWDEN, B.A.

I.

SIMONIDES ON ANACREON.

Οὗτος ̓Ανακρείοντα τὸν ἄφθιτον εἵνεκα Μουσῶν
Υμνοπόλον• κ. τ. λ.

HERE, in his native Teos, see the tomb
Of him, Ionia's pride, the Minstrel whom

The Muse so dearly loved-Anacreon ;

Fam'd for the lay, on which enraptur'd hung
The Graces and the Loves-whose melting tone
Was bliss ecstatic to the fair and young!
For one thing only-yea, for one alone.

*Flowers of the honey-tongued Bards."-BACCHYLIDES.

The Minstrel sorely grieves in Acheron-
Not that for him by Lethe's silent stream
The sun no longer shineth, but for those
Whom he hath left he weeps-fair as the beam
Of morn, Megista; graceful as the rose
The Thracian Smerde-there alone he weeps!
Yet, mindful of the honied song, nor sleeps
His lyre, nor cease his magic strains to flow,
Despite of death, among the wand'ring shades below!

II.

MELEAGER'S GARLAND: HELIODORA.

Πλέξω λευκοῖον, πλέξω δ' απαλοῖς ὁμου μύρτος
Ναρκισσον" κ. τ. λ.

A garland I will wreathe thee, love, a garland for thy hair,

Where the violet-white shall interweave with the myrtle fresh and fair-
Where the violet-white and the myrtle-leaf full deftly shall entwine
With the laughing lily, emblems meet of that pure heart of thine;
Where, too, the soft narcissus, and the yellow crocus sweet,
With the hyacinth, of purple hue, shall interwoven meet-
Where the rose shall not forgotten be, the flower of love so fair,
And all to be a garland for my Heliodora's hair!

Yes! having 'twined my garland, as a coronal I'll set

It on my lov'd one's snowy brow, and shining locks of jet,

That many-hued and-perfum'd such lustre it may shed,

One glory-flowers and locks-may seem around her sunny head!!

III.

RUFINUS' GARLAND: RHODOCLE.

Πέμπω σοι, Ροδόκλεια, τοδε στέφος, ανθεσι καλοις. κ. τ. λ.

I send to thee, my Rhodocle, a diadem of flowers,

Cull'd by myself from spring-beds, the fairest of the bowers;
The lily, see, is there my love-the anemone moist with dew-
The rose-cup and the daffodil-the violet tipt with blue;

But when thou putt'st it on, my soul, ah! then to mem'ry call,

How both-the flow'rs and thou-are doom'd to blossom, fade and fall!

IV.

LOVE SONG, BY JULIAN.*

Στεφος πλέκων ποθ ̓ εὗρον

Εν τοις ςόδοις Ερωτα κ. τ. λ.

It chanc'd me once, as I entwin'd
A garland for my true love's hair,
Cupid among the flowers to find;
I seized him by the winglets there,

And plunging him into the cup,
Imbib'd the urchin in my wine-
But ever since I drank him up,

He titillates this heart of mine!

*Not the APOSTATE, as some writers have supposed; but rather he who was Prefect

NO. XII.

of Egypt.

3 A

It was a March morning, dark, yet without a drop of rain or breath of wind, that kind of marbly-black, compact sky which is the sure forerunner of a storm. The night had been a raw and cold one-too cold to sleep with comfort in the open air; yet such was the chamber which a peasant-girl, a native of a little fishing-hamlet upon the coast of Cornwall, had chosen for repose. Her couch was a hard and fearful one! the verge of a cliff that rose nearly a hundred feet perpendicular from the sea-shore; and yet not the softest couch that was ever spread in hamlet, town, or city, contained a tenant, in form, for symmetry-in feature, for beauty-excelling the mistress of her who occupied that strange, appalling place of rest! Her slumbers were disturbed, yet deep. Neither the full dawn could break them; nor yet the pressure of a hand that had taken hold of hers; nor the tears that fell upon her face from the eyes of one who was hanging over her-a young man about her own age, or a little older, and who seemed to belong to the profession of the sea.

"And hast thou slept out again all night!" he murmured-his tears still flowing. "And does it grow worse and worse with thy poor wits! and shall I never see the day when I can make thee my wife! They will not let me marry thee, because, as they say, thou art mad, and

knowest not what thou dost; but when thy mind was sound, I was loved by thee! Had I married thee then, thou still hadst been my wife! thou still hadst been cherished and loved! Why must I not marry thee now? I could watch thee then, at night! My arms would enfold thee then, and prevent thee from stealing from thy bed to sleep in such a place as this!'

The attachment which united this young man to the being whom he so pathetically apostrophised, was of that pure and steadfast nature, which can never take root except in the unsophisticated heart. She had lost her reason in consequence of having been witness to a transaction of blood, which made her an orphan. She was to have been married to him ; but, in the unfortunate state of her intellects, no clergyman would celebrate the rites. But she did not the less enjoy his protection. Beneath his mother's roof she lived as sacred as a sister-the object of a passion in which frustration, and almost hopelessness, had only produced increase of strength.

"Kate! Kate!" he called.

"Rouse thee, Kate-rouse thee! Don't start! Don't be frightened! 'Tis only William ! Get up, and come home!"

He offered to raise her, but she checked him-looked round, and fixed her eyes, inquiringly, upon the sea,

"Where is it!" she exclaimed-her voice tremulous with intense emotion. "Where is the storm? I see the black sky; but I want the thunder and the wind! the white, white sea, and the big ship, driving upon the reef!—or is it all over? No," she added; "'tis coming-'twill be here! I see it !"

She rose, and passively accompanied her watchful lover to his mother's cottage; where, leaving her under the custody of its mistress, the young man repaired on urgent business to a town some distance from the hamlet.

That morning the storm came on; three days it continued-it was now the third day. A lee-shore, a boiling sea, and on the coast of Cornwall! A wild and fearful offing! Foam! foam! foam! which way soever you looked-nothing but foam. Black reefs of rocks, that even in the highest spring-tides were never completely covered, discernible now only by a spot here and there so quick the breakers flew upon them! The spray flying over the cliffs-fifty, sixty, ay, a hundred feet and more, above the level of the sea, and spreading over the land for acres. And all above pitch black, though at noon-day!—Everything seemed to cower before the spirit of the storm-everything except man. The shore-which consisted partly of huge masses of rock, partly of shingle-was lined with human beings-some in groups—some alone— promiscuously furnished with boat-hooks, gaffs, grapples, hatchets, and knives-ready to dispute with the waves the plunder of the fated ship that might be driven within the jaws of that inhospitable bay! Expectation glistened in their eyes, that kept eagerly prowling backward and forward, far and near, over the waste of waters-they were wreckers!

Not a few women, as well as children, were among them; nor were these unprovided against the approach of the wished-for prey-all seemed to have their appropriate places; from which, if they stirred, it was only a step or two, to be the next minute retraced. Little was spoken.

At one and the same moment almost every head was turned toward the cliff, at a wild and shrill halloo that rung from it.

""Tis only Kate," cried one, here and there, as the maniac rapidly descended by a crevice, which few of the lookers-on would have attempted, and that with wary feet.

"The crazy slut will break her neck," carelessly remarked one to another." But she was safe in her recklessness or unconsciousness of danger; and in a second or two stood among them.

"A lovely day! a fair, lovely day!" she exclaimed to the first she came up to. "Good luck to you! Any thing yet? No, no,” she continued, replying to herself; "white to the north! white to the west! white to the south! all white! not a speck upon the water! But 'tis coming! 'tis coming! 'tis coming!" she reiterated, dropping her voice to its lowest pitch; "I saw it here last night! a big, black hull! one mast standing out of three! cannons and stores overboard! rising and sinking! rocking and reeling! driving full bump upon the reef where the William and Mary was wrecked seven cursed years ago! I saw it," she repeated, eyeing the standers-by with a look that dared incredulity; then, all at once, her voice sinking into a whisper, "Hist! hist!" she added; " 'twill be a handful or two for you; and a load for you; and more than you can carry for you;" addressing this person and that successively; "casks, cases, chests, gear and gold! but what will it be for Black Norris ? It will be a brighter day for him than for any of you! When do they say his time is out?"

"Whose time?" inquired one among the group she was addressing. "One-two-three;" she went on without noticing the question, until she had counted seven; "his seven years were out last May; he was transported three years before his hopeful son murdered my father." "Hush, you crazy wench," exclaimed those around her; "if Norris hears you, you may chance to take a swim in the creek where he is standing!"

"Crazy?" she echoed. "Yes; bless heaven that made me so! It knows best what it does! I saw my father murdered, though his murderer saw me not! they were struggling which should keep possession of the prey. Old Norris's knife decided it! I was powerless with fright! I could not speak! I could not stir! I became mad, and the judge would not believe me! I could tell my story better now, but it would be of no use; for they say I am crazy still. There she is!" vociferated she, pointing toward the offing at the southern extremity of the bay.

"Where-where-where?" inquired her auditors.

"No, no!" she resumed, after a minute or two of silence, during which her eyeballs kept straining in the direction toward which she had pointed. "No," she resumed, dropping her hand; "but she is coming; and Black