south of France. They pack them in cases and take them out to China; for every pound of sage they get in exchange four pounds of tea, the Chinese preferring it to the best of their own tea." If this assertion be correct, and if it was possible that a similar trade could be carried on by the English (considering the greatness of the consumption of foreign tea), the

A HEART full of bliss,

And a head full of dreams, Where rapture that is,

More enrapturing seems;

Joys waiting my need,

In their turns, night and day,

So well that I heed

Not when either's away;

Soft arms for my sleep, Fresh lips for its breaking,

it would be extraordinarily great; the progress of drying and curling could be easily done, and it would employ both young and old in its preparation. Perhaps some of your numerous correspondents will be able to give further particulars respecting it through your Magazine, and whether it is or has been tried in England.

Kind eyes that will keep

Watch o'er me till waking ;

Sweet breezes at morn,

Cool shadows at noon,
Purple eves that are gone
I may care not how soon.

For the transports ensuing :-
Fate, give me but these,
And let others be wooing
What honours they please.

While English literature has been recently enriched with Spanish and Russian Anthology, Welch Melodies, &c. it seems rather wonderful that no attempt has hitherto been made, or only very partially made, to translate the simple and pathetic ballads of the northern portion of our own island. It was certainly a matter of regret, that the lyric compositious of the Gael should remain buried in their vernacular dialect. "Macpherson's Melodies from the Gaelic," so far as they extend, may, therefore, be considered as a desideratum in English literature. We have extracted" Roy's Wife," not because we deem it the best in the collection, but to enable our readers to compare this ancient Gaelic song with the modern words to the same tune now so popular.

AIR-" Roy's Wife."
Chorus.

Will ye go to Aldavallich?
Will ye go to Aldavallich?
Sweet the mellow mavis sings
Amang the braes of Aldavallich.

There, beneath the spreading boughs,
Among the woods of green Glenfallich,
Softly murmuring as it flows,

Winds the pure stream of Aldavallich. Will ye go to Aldavallich, &c.

When rosy May embalmed the air,

And verdure fring'd the winding Garry,

Upon a dewy morning fair,

I met my lovely Highland Mary:
On the flowery banks of Garry,
By the silver-winding Garry,
When rosy May embalm'd the air,

I met my lovely Highland Mary.

Softly wav'd the birken trec,

The little birds were gay and airy;
Sweetly flow'd their melody

Upon the gay green banks of Garry:
On the flowery banks of Garry,
By the silver-winding Garry,
Sweetly flow'd their melody

Upon the gay green banks of Garry.

But what were m orning wet wi' dew,
And all the flowers that fringe the Garry,
When first arose upon my view

A beam of light, my Highland Mary!
On the flowery banks of Garry,
By the crystal-winding Garry;
'Twould make a saint forget his creed,
To meet her by the winding Garry.

O speed thee, Time! on swifter wings
Around thy ring, nor slowly tarry;
Oh! haste the happy hour to bring
That gives me to my Highland Mary!
On the flowery banks of Garry,
By the silver-winding Garry,
Take, Fortune, all the world beside,

I ask no more than Highland Mary.

We have heard and seen much of the legends and popular superstitions of THE NORTH, but in truth, all the exhibitions of these subjects which have hitherto appeared in England, have been translations from the German. Mr. OLAUS BORROW, who is familiar with the Northern Languages, proposes, however, to present these curious reliques of romantic antiquity directly

from the Danish and Swedish; and two elegant volumes of them, now printing, will appear in September. They are highly interesting in themselves, but more so, as the basis of the popular superstitions of England when they were introduced during the incursions and dominion of the Danes and Norwegians.

The Revue Encyclopédique contains the following extract of a letter from Grand Cairo, dated Jan. 8, 1824; "I have visited the Pacha, Mohammed Aly; he is about fifty years of age and has a very expressive physiognomy. He plyed me with a number of questions, in respect of the military force of the Persians, their regular troops, &c. and made inquiries as to the news of Bagdad. His interpreter is Er. Bogos, an American, who appears to possess great influence with him, and is considered as a very intelligent character. I visited the arsenal, the manufacture of printed cotton stuffs, the printing-office, &c. The Pacha has introduced into these and other establishments, all the European machinery. He has also erected a telegraphic line between Cairo and Alexandria; by this conveyance, he receives and expedites intelligence from one city to the other in the space of an hour. An Englishman has brought here, from London, a steam-engine, and a drag to clean

rivers and to fish with, but these are not yet prepared for use. The Pacha is now building a national bank, and an establishment for coining money. His liberality is boundless to effect the accomplishment of his schemes, and the activity of his genius is no less remarkable. Europeans are particularly employed by him, and constitute the principal objects of his encouragement. He is, in a word, become above all prejudices. His conduct excites much jealousy among the Beys, but he has signified to them, that if they do not approve of his system they are at liberty to retire. He is now levying a numerous corps to be officered by Franks and Mamelukes, and recruits from peasants in the country, and with Arabs of Mount Libanus, whose chief has lately retired to Cairo; and, being under the Pacha's protection, has engaged to procure a certain number of warriors of that tribe, which boasts of having never been conquered. The Pacha has, moreover, employed agents to furnish

Venice was anciently famed for its admirable police. It happened one morning that a French nobleman, in taking a few turns in the square of St. Mark, had his pocket picked of a valuable family watch. Instantly on ascertaining his loss, he repaired to the police department, and expressed, with little discretion, and in unmeasured terms, his surprise that under its so much vaunted regulations, such an accident should have befallen him in the middle of the day,and in so public a place.

'Be careful how you speak of the police of Venice,' said the Commissary to whom he addressed himself; 'your quality as a foreigner will not shelter you, if your invectives should run to too great a length. Deposit here four zechins, and repair to-morrow morning, at eleven o'clock, to the spot where you lost your watch, with an assurance that it will be restored to you.' The Frenchman was punctual, and waited until two without any tidings of his watch. Still

more enraged than before, he again presented himself to the Commissary, venting the bitterest imprecations, and swearing by the Blessed Virgin, the devils in hell, and all the saints in Paradise, that he had been shamefully bubbled, having not only lost his watch, but his zechins, together with his time, which he held to be equally valuable.

Look to your fob,' said the Commissary, and there, to his utter astonishment, Monsieur found his watch.

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"You have to learn something further of the Venetian police,' added the Commissary, for which purpose here is an officer who will accompany you.' Having descended to a subterranean apartment, his guide led him, by several gloomy, vaulted passages, in crossing which he become more and more anxious as to what was to befal him, to a chamber, dimly lighted by a lamp, where, in a recess, the curtain of which was drawn aside for his inspection, suspended by a cord he saw the thief.

Mrs. Sweatbread, Mrs. Cleaver! dinner's ready; shall I show you the way down to the cabin? we mustn't spoil good victuals though we are sure of good company. Lauk! what a monstrous deal of smoke comes out of the chimney. I suppose they are dressing the second course; every thing's roasted by steam, they say, how excessively clever! As to Mrs. Dip, since she's so high and mighty, she may find her own way down. What she's afraid of spoiling her fine shawl, I reckon, though you and I remember, Mrs. Hoggins, when her five-shilling Welsh-whittle was kept for Sunday's church, and good enough too, for we all know what her mother was. Good Heavens! here comes Undertaker Croak, looking as down in the mouth as the root of my tongue do let me go out of his way; I wouldn't sit next to him for a rump and dozen, he does tell such dismal stories that it quite gives one the blue devils. He is like a nightmare, isn't he, Mr. Smart ?"-" He may be like a mare by night,” replied Mr. Smart, with a smirking chuckle, "but I consider him more like an ass by day. He he he!" Looking round for applause at this sally, he held out his elbows, and taking a lady, or rather a female, under each arm, he danced towards the hatchway, exclaiming, "Now I am ready trussed for table, liver under one wing and gizzard under the other.". 66 Keep a civil tongue in your head, Mr. Smart; I don't quite understand being called a liver-look at the sparks coming out of the chimney, I declare I'm frightened to death."-"Well, then you are of course no longer a liver," resumed the facetious Mr. Smart; "so we may as well apply to Mr. Croak to bury you."-"O Gemini! don't talk so shocking; I had rather never die at all than have such a fellow as that to bury me."- "Dickey, my dear!" cried Mrs. Cleaver to her son, who was leaning over the ship's side with a most woe-begone and emetical expression of countenance, "hadn't

There's a nice side of a round o' beef, and the chump end of a line o' mutton, besides a rare hock of bacon, which I dare say will settle your stomach."-"O mother,” replied the young Cockney, "that 'ere cold beefsteak and inguns vat you put up in the pocket-handkerchief, vasn't good I do believe, for all my hinsides are of a work."—"Tell 'em it's a holiday," cried Smart.-"O dear, O dear!" continued Dick, whose usual brazen tone was subdued into a lackadaisical whine, "I vant to reach and I can't -vat shall I do, mother ?"-" Stand on tip-toe, my darling," replied Smart, imitating the voice of Mrs. Cleaver, who began to take in high dudgeon this horse-play of her neighbour, and was proceeding to manifest her displeasure in no very measured terms, when she was fortunately separated from her antagonist, and borne down the hatchway by the dinner-desiring crowd, though sundry echoes of the words "Jackanapes!" and "impertinent feller !" continued audible above the confused gabble of the gangway. Well, but Mr. Smart," cried Mrs. Suet, as soon as she had satisfied the first cravings of her appetite, "you promised to tell me all about the steam, and explain what it is that makes them wheels go round and round as fast as those of our onehorse chay, when Jem Bell drives the trotting mare.' "Why, ma'am, you must understand- "Who called for sandwiches and a tumbler of negus?" bawled the steward-“ Who called for the savages and tumbling negres ?" repeated Mr. Smart.-"Yes, ma'am, you saw the machinery, I believe-(capital boiled beef) there's a thing goes up and a thing goes down, all made of iron; well, that's the hydrostatic principle; then you put into the boiler-(a nice leg of mutton, Mrs. Sweetbread)-let me see, where was I?-In the boiler, I believe. Ah! it's an old trick of mine to be getting into hot water. So, ma'am, you see they turn all the smoke that comes from the fire on to the wheels, and

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that makes them spin round, just as the smoke-jack in our chimnies turns the spit; and then there's the safetyvalve in case of danger, which lets all the water into the fire, and so puts out the steam at once. You see, ma'am, it's very simple, when once you understand the trigonometry of it."-"O perfectly, but I never had it properly explained to me before. It's vastly clever, isn't it. How could they think of it? Shall I give you a little of the sallad? La, it isn't dress ed; what a shame!"

the same

Here the company were alarmed by a terrified groan from Mr. Croak, who ejaculated, "Heaven have mercy on us! did you hear that whizzing noise?-there it is again! there's something wrong in the boiler-if it bursts, we shall all be in heaven in five minutes."—" The Lord forbid!" ejaculated two or three voices, while others began to scream, and were preparing to quit their places, when the steward informed them it was nothing in the world but the spare steam which they were letting off. "Ay, so they always say," resumed Croak with an incredulous tone and woe-begone look; "but it was just on board the American steam-boat that I was telling you of fifty-two souls sitting at dinner, laughing and chatting for all the world as we are now, when there comes a whiz, such as we heard a while agoGod help us! there it is once more— and bang! up blew the boiler-fourteen people scalded to death-large pieces of their flesh found upon the river, and a little finger picked up next day in an oyster-shell, which by the ring upon it was known to be the captain's. But don't be alarmed, ladies and gentlemen, I dare say we shall escape any scalding as we're all in the cabin, and so we shall only go to the bottom smack! Indeed we may

arrive safe-they do sometimes, and I wish we may now, for nobody loves a party of pleasure more than I do. I hate to look upon the gloomy side of things when we are all happy together (here another groan,) and I hope I haven't said any thing to lower the spirits of the company."

"There's no occasion," cried Smart, "for I saw the steward putting water into every bottle of brandy." The laugh excited by this bon mot tended in some degree to dissipate the alarm and gloom which the boding Mr. Croak had been infusing into the party; and Smart, by way of fortifying their courage, bade them remark that the sailors were obviously under no sort of apprehension. "Ay," resumed the persevering Mr. Croak, "they are used to it-it is their busi

ness

s-they are bred to the sea.""But they don't want to be bread to the fishes, any more than you or I," retorted Smart, chuckling at his having the best of this nonsense.

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"Well," exclaimed Mrs. Sweetbread, "I never tasted such beer as this-flat as ditch-water; they should have put it upon the cullender to let the water run out; and yet you have been drinking it, Smart, and never said any thing about it."-" Madam," replied the party thus addressed, laying his hand upon his heart, and looking very serious, "I make it a rule never to speak ill of the dead.—I am eating the ham, you see, and yet it would be much better if I were to let it exemplify one of Shakspeare's soliloquies-Ham-let alone.". you're such a wag," cried Mrs. Hoggins, "there's no being up to you; but if you don't like the ham, take a slice of this edge-bone-nothing's better than cold beef."-" I beg your pardon, Madam," replied the indefatigable joker-" cold beef's better than nothing-Ha! ha! ha!”

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"How do you find yourself now, my darling?" said Mrs. Cleaver to her son, who had been driven below by a shower, and kept his hat on because, as he said, his "'air was quite vet." "Vy, mother, I have been as sick as a cat, but I'm bang up now, and so peckish that I feel as if I could