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gave the others their chief superiority, they were in a condition to unite every possible excellence in their workmanship. We think we may safely say that this has been attained. We have seen shawls of the new fabric made by our townsmen, Gibb and MoDonald (who hold the first rank, we believe, in this branch of manufacture,) quite admirable in point of softness, delicacy of texture, and vividness of color, and which, we have been assured by adequate judges, rival the Indian shawls in these, and, indeed, in all the leading qualities for which the latter are prized. Some superiority the Indians have still in their patterns, from the tedious process they employ; but this will be confined to shawls of the very first class. In the others we already equal or surpass them, and future improvements will probably leave us little to desire on this head. To those who know how much our manufacturers contribute to our national wealth, we need scarcely say, that the successful establishment of a branch of industry like this is really an object of national importance. India muslims have been already superseded by the skill of our artizans ; and it is probable that India shawls are destined soon to share the same fate. Custom may keep up the old predilection for a time; but self interest will teach the people to save the two or three hundred pounds paid for an India shawl, when they can have one for ten, twenty, or thirty, so closely resembling the other in fabric and appearance, that only the practiced eye of a dealer can detect the difference. Thirty years ago, there was not a single shawl made in Edinburgh, and the number made in Britain was absolutely trifling. At this day, shawls are made to the value of a million sterling annually at least, and the manufacture now forms a leading branch of our national industry.

POETRY.

ORIGINAL.

BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST.
“Fill, fill, and to-night let the loud note of gladness

Resound through the Palace of Babylon's king ;
Fill high, and let none dare by sorrow or sadness,

A cloud o'er the fair brow of pleasure to bring.

• Strike minstrel, and wake a proud strain to inspire

Our bosoms with rapture, our spirits with joy,
And heed, while your fingers sweep over the lyre,

You touch not a strain that our bliss may annoy..

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"Go, Captive of Judah! bring forth from our store,

To deck this rich banquet, the goblets of gold
That once graced the shrine of the God you adore,

When your country was free, e'er her children were sold.”
Belshazzar! the God of Judea has numbered

The hours of thy revel, thy boasting is vain ;
His vengeance has waked, though so long it has slumbered,

And no light of the morrow shall wake thee again.
Thy boasting is vain--for the conquering foe

Already has swept like a surge o'er thy land,
And thy bulwarks of strength are around thee laid low,

And thy breast shall be bared to his merciless hand.
Proud King! let the sound of thy revelry cease,

Read, read, on the wall of thy Palace, thy doom,
The vengeance of Heaven when rous'd, knows no peace,
And the Angel has written go down to thy tomb.

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SELECTED.

THE LYE.
BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
Goe, soule, the bodies guest,

Upon a thankelesse errant ;
Feare not to touche the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant :
Goe, since I needs must dye,

And give the world the lye.
Goe tell the court, it glowes

And shines like rotten wood;
Goe tell the church it showes
What's good, and doth no good :

If church and court reply,

Then give them both the lye.
Tell potentates they live

Acting by others actions ;
Not lov'd unlesse they give,
Not strong but by their factions ;

If potentates reply,

Give potentates the lye.
Tell men of high condition,

That rule affairs of state,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practise onely hate;

And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lye,

Tell them that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending,
Who in their greatest cost
Seek nothing but commending ;

And if they make reply,
Spare not to give the lye.

Tell age, it daily wasteth ;

Tell honor, how it alters ;
Tell beauty, how she blasteth ;
Tell favor, how she falters ;

And as they shall reply,
Give each of them the lye.

Tell wit, how much it wrangles

In tickle points of nicenesse ;
Tell wisedome, she entangles
Herselfe in over-wisenesse ;

And if they do reply,
Straight give them both the lye,

Tell physicke of her boldnesse ;

Tell skill, it is pretension ;
Tell charity of coldness ;
Tell law, it is contention;

And as they yield reply,
So give them still the lye.

Tell fortune of her blindnesse ;

Tell nature of decay ;
Tell friendship of unkindnesse;
Tell justice of delay :

And if they dare reply, of
Then give them all the lye.

Tell arts, they have no soundnesse,

But vary by esteeming;
Tell schooles, they want profoundnesse,
And stand too much on seeming :

If arts and schooles reply,
Give arts and schooles the lye.

So, when thou hast, as I

Commanded thee, done blabbing,
Although to give the lye
Deserves no less than stabbing,

Yet stab at thee who will,
No stab the soule can kill.

SELECTED FROM CALDCLEUGE'S TRAVELS.

SOUTH AMERICA. The naturalist, who is here for the first time, does not know whether he shall most admire the forms, hues, or voices of the animals. Except at noon, when all living creatures in the torrid zone seek sbade and repose, and when a solemn silence is diffused over the scene, illumined by the dazzling beams of the sun, every hour of the day calls into action another race of animals. The morning is ushered in by the bowling of the monkeys, the bigh and deep notes of the tree frogs and toads, the monotonous chirp of the grasshoppers and locusts. When the rising sun has dispelled the mists which preceded it, all creatures rejoice in the return of day. The wasps leave their long nests which hang down from the branches; the ants issue from their dwellings, curiously built of clay, with which they cover the trees, and commence their journey on the paths they have made for themselves, as is done also by the termites which cast ap the earth bigh and far around. The gayest butterflies, rivalling in splendor the colors of the rainbow, especially numerous Hesperiæ, flutter from flower to flower, or seek their food on the roads, or, collected in separate companies, on the sunny sand banks of the cool stream. The blue shining Menelaus, Nestor, Adonis, Laertes, the blueish white Idea, and the large Eurylochus with its ocelated wings, hover like birds between the green bushes in the moist valleys. The Feronia, with rustling wings, flies rapidly from tree to tree, while the owl, the largest of the moth kind, sits immoveably on the trunk with outspread wings awaiting the approach of evening. Myriads of the most brilliant beetles buzz in the air, and sparkle like jewels on the fresh green of the leaves, or on the odorous flowers. Meantime agile lizards, remarkable for their form, size, and brilliant colors, dark-colored poisonous, or harmless serpents, which exceed in splendor the enamel of the flowers, glide out of the leaves, the hollows of the trees, and holes in the ground, and, creeping up the stems, bask in the sun, and lie in wait for insects or birds. From this moment all is life and activity. Squirrels, and troops of gregarious monkeys, issue inquisitively from the interior of the woods to the plantations, and leap, whistling and chattering, from tree to tree. Gallinaceous jacns, hoccos, and pigeons, leave the branches and wander about og the moist ground in the woods. Other birds of the most singular forms, and of the most superb plumage, flutter singly, or in companies, through the fragrant bushes. The green, blue, or red parrots, assemble on the tops of the trees, or flying towards the plantations and islands, fill the air with their screams. The toucan, sitting on the extreme branches, rattles with his large bollow bill, and in loud plaintive notes calls for rain. The busy orioles creep out of their long, pendent, bag-shaped nests, to visit the orange trees, and their sentinels announce with a loud screaming cry, the approach of man. The flycatchers sitting aloof, watching for insects, dart from the trees and shrubs, and with rapid flight catch the hovering Menelaus or the shining flies as they buzz by. Meantime, the amorous thrush, concealed in the thicket, pours forth her joy in a strain of beautiful melody; the chattering manakins, calJing from the close bushes, sometimes here, sometimes there, in the full tones of the nightingale, amuse themselves in misleading the hunters; and the woodpecker makes the distant forests resound while he picks the bark from the trees. Above all these strange voices, the metallic tones of the uraponga sound from the tops of the highest trees, resembling the strokes of the hammer on the anvil, which, appearing nearer or more remote according to the position of the songster, fill the wanderer with astonishment. . While thus every living creature by its actions and voice greets the splendor of the day, the delicate humming birds, rivalling, in beauty and lustre, diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires, hover round the brightest flowers. When the sun goes down most of the animals retire to rest; only the slender deer, the shy pecari, the timid agouti, and the tapir still graze around: the nasua and the opossum, the cunning animals of the feline race, steal through the obscurity of the wood watching for prey, till at last the howling monkeys, the sloth with a cry as of one in distress, the croaking frogs, and the chirping grasshoppers with their monotonous note, conclude the day ; the cries of the macuc, the capueira, the goat-sucker, and the bass notes of the bull-frog announce the approach of night. Myriads of luminous beetles now begin to fly about like ignes fatui, and the blood-sucking bats hover like phantoms in the profound darkness of the night.

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