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tural productions, which is visible in Scotland, is also illustrated in a very particular manner by the gradations from one kind of plant to another, as the curious traveller ascends Mount Etna. Here, at a certain elevation in the atmosphere, immediately above the region of the mountain, which produces grain and fruit-trees, the chesnuts which predominate among these, and thrive a little higher upon the mountain than the rest, begin to disappear, and to give place to oaks, which are soon succeeded by the fir, as the fir is by the birch.
In Scotland, as well as in Sweden and Norway, we every where see fir trees fastening themselves on the naked rocks, which are evidently impregnated with some principle, favourable to the growth of that noble plant. At the depth of twelve, and even eighteen feet, we find the remains of trees of much larger size than are now growing in Scotland. At the little kirk of Kilmalie, opposite to Fort William, in Lochaber, there was a sycamore tree which was thought worthy of the pencil of Mr. Sandby, but unfortunately the sketch was lost, and the tree itself burnt down by the soldiers in 1746. It was forty feet in circumference at the first branch, and about sixty feet in girth above ground.
To conclude, the face of Scotland, intersected with navigable rivers, lakes, and arms of the sea, and variegated with mountains, moorlands, and fertile valleys, and plains the face of Scotland, which yields nothing to sloth, but refuses not any boon to the hand of industry, and thus provides for the health and happiness of her sons, inspired the sagacious mind of Aaron Hill with a presage that this unripened beauty will have her day, and even excel her sister England, whom he com«. pares to a gay coquet. Certain it is, that the great manufactures of England have migrated from the eastern and the western and the northern coast of the kingdom. Cheapness of labour, provision, and fuel, regularity of manners, industry, exemption from heavy taxes, these were the circumstances that effected these vicissitudes, and the same causes will continue to produce the same effects. Human industry levels all the inequalities of nature, and even converts apparent dif. ficulties and impossibilities into the means of answering some useful or elegant purpose. On the bosom of the ocean, which seems destined to keep the nations asunder from each other, the busy merchant wafts home to the shores of the steril north, the produce of more beautiful climates, which the hardiness and activity natural to cold regions convert into articles of convenience and luxurious accommodation. Scotland, then, in the career of improvement, has started in the present auspicious era with peculiar advantages. She looks backward with pride, yet forward with alacrity, and, with enlarged views, studies to make the most of her natural produce and local situation, and of the late ter too much cannot be said. The world now begins to look for the produce of the mulberry and the cotton tree to the land of thistles and sloes, and to the fierce Caledonians for such works of fancy and taste as were formerly expected from Italy and Greece.
LE TEMS ET L'AMOUR.
À voyager passant sa vie,
Près d'un fleuve arrive, et s'écrie; ,“ Prenez pitié de mes vieux ans.
En quoi! sur ces bords on m'oublie,
L'Amour gaiment vole au rivage,
TIME AND CUPID.
His life in travelling always spent,
Old Time, a much renowned wight; To a wide river's margin went,
And callid for aid with all his might: “ Will none have pity on my years,
I, that preside in ev'ry clime?
Lend, lend a hand to puss old Time!
Full many a young and sprightly lass
Upon the adverse bank appear'd, Who eager sought old Time to pass,
On a small bark by Cupid steer'd: But one, the wisest, so I ween,
Repeated oft this moral rhyme; Ah! many a one has shipwreck'd been,
Thoughtless and gay, in passing Time!
Blithe Cupid soon the bark unmoor’d,
And spread the highly-waving sail; He took old father Time on board,
And gave his canvas to the gale. Then joyous, as he row'd along,
He oft exclaim'd, “Observe, my lasses ; Attend the burthen of my song,
How sprightly Time with Cupid passes.!
Mais tout à coup l'Amour se lasse,
* The above stanzas were written by the Count Segur.