47,061,000 24,501,000 Thus the quantity of the precious metals derived yearly from these sources was reduced one-half in consequence of the war. Public Libraries in France. In Paris the royal library has above 700,000 printed volumes, and 70,000 MSS. The library of Monsieur 150,000 printed volumes, and 5,000 MSS. The library of St. Genevieve 110,000 printed volumes, and 2,000 MSS. The Mazarine library 92,000 printed volumes, and 3,000 MSS. The library of the city of Paris 20,000 volumes. All these are daily open to the public. In the departments there are 25 public libraries, with above 1,700,000 volumes, of which Aix has 72,670, Marseilles 31,500, Toulouse 30,000, Bordeaux 105,000, Tours 30,000, Lyons 106,000, Versailles 40,000, and Amiens 40,000. In the royal library at Paris there are several uncollated MSS. of the Scriptures. Prison Discipline.The state of crime in Sweden is less than in most other countries. The whole number of persons committed to prison for offences does not exceed 1,500-viz., about 800 convicted of various crimes, and 700 imprisoned for vagrancy and other offences of police. A royal commission has been appointed to superintend all the prisons and houses of correction, so as to place their discipline and administration on a common footing. A house of correction is building at Stockholm, in which the prisoners will be allowed part of the gains made by their work, and may lay it up to form a sum against the time of their liberation. Similar measures are also in progress at Christiana, in Norway. Wolves in Russia. The following is the official account of the devastations committed by the wolves in the government of Livonia only, in the year 1823: they devoured-horses, 1,841; foals, 1,243; horned cattle, 1,807 ; calves, 733; sheep, 15,182; lambs, 726; goats, 2,545; kids, 183; swine, 4,190; sucking pigs, 312; dogs, 703; geese, 673, POETRY. STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF THE SPANISH PATRIOTS LATEST KILLED IN RESISTING THE REGENCY AND THE DUKE OF ANGOULEME. By THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. BRAVE men who at the Trocadero fell Beside your cannons conquer'd not, though slain, For Freedom, and ye have not died in vain ; And looking on your graves, though trophied not, As holier, hallow'd ground, than priests could make the spot! What though your cause be baffled-freemen cast In dungeons-dragg'd to death, or forced to flee; Hope is not wither'd in affliction's blast The patriot's blood's the seed of Freedom's tree; Are worse than common fiends from Heaven that fell, Go to your bloody rites again-bring back No eye may search-no tongue may challenge or reveal! Yet laugh not in your carnival of crime Too proudly, ye oppressors !-Spain was free, Glory to them that die in this great cause! SONG OF THE GREEKS. By THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. AGAIN to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree It has been, and shall yet be the land of the free: For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be wash'd out in blood from our forefathers' graves. Their spirits are hovering o'er us, And the sword shall to glory restore us. Ah! what though no succour advances, Nor Christendom's chivalrous lances Are stretch'd in our aid-be the combat our own! Or, that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we've drawn we will sheathe not! If they rule, it shall be o'er our ashes and graves; To the charge!-Heaven's banner is o'er us. This day shall ye blush for its story, Or brighten your lives with its glory. Our women, Oh, say, shall they shriek in despair, If a coward there be that would slacken Till we've trampled the turban and shown ourselves worth As heroes descended from heroes. Old Greece lightens up with emotion Her inlands, her isles of the Ocean; Fanes rebuilt and fair towns shall with jubilee ring, And the Nine shall new-hallow their Helicon's spring: Our hearths shall be kindled in gladness, That were cold and extinguish'd in sadness; Whilst our maidens shall dance with their white-waving arms, When the blood of yon Mussulman cravens Shall have purpled the beaks of our ravens. A DREAM. By THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. WELL may sleep present us fictions, As the world we wake to view. VOL. LXVII. T* Of assured reality, Than was left by Phantasy In a bark, methought, lone steering, Sad regrets from past existence Came, like gales of chilling breath; Now seeming more, now less remote, But my soul revived at seeing And as some sweet clarion's breath Till it shut them-turn'd its head, Types not this," I said, "fair Spirit! Say, what days shall I inherit?— Tell my soul their sum." "No," he said, "yon phantom's aspect, Trust me, would appal thee worse, Held in clearly-measured prospect :- Make not, for I overhear Thine unspoken thoughts as clear As thy mortal ear could catch The close-brought tickings of a watch Make not the untold request That's now revolving in thy breast. |