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nished important materials for elucidating the geo.' graphy of the desert.
• But though we have now assurance that the Niger has its rise in a chain of mountains whicla bound the eastern side of the kingdom of Bambouk, and that it takes its course in a contrary direction from that of the Senegal and the Gambia, which flow on the opposite side of the same ridge, yet the place of its final destination is still unknown; for whether it reaches the ocean, or is lost, as several of the rivers of mount Atlas are, in the immensity of the desert ; or whether, like the streams of the Caspian, it terminates in a vast inland sea, are questions on which there hangs an impenetrable cloud.
• From a passage in Eschylus, in which Promę. theus relates to Io the story of her future wanderings, there is reason to believe that some of the ancients imagined the river Niger to be the southern branch of the Egyptian Nile, which others represented as rising in the hills, to which they gave the fanciful name of the mountains of the Moon. The passage from Eschylus, as translated by Potter, is expressed in the following words:
-Avoid the Arimaspian troops.
-Approach them not, but seek
· The accounts received by the committee, of the probable facility of opening a trade from great Brie tain to the various cities on the Niger, encourage a belief that the inland regions of Africa may soon be united with Europe in that great bond of commercial fellowship which the mutual wants and different
productions of the other continents of the globe have happily established. Much, undoubtedly, we shall have to communicate, and something we may have to learn : for the merchants of Barbary assert that the people of Houssa have the art of tempering their iron with more than European kill; and that their files in particular are much superior to those of Great Britain and France,
* To what degrees of refinement the unmeasured length of successive generations may have improved their manufactures; or to what arts, unknown and unimagined in Europe, their ample experience may have given rise, the next dispatches from major Houghton may probably disclose. That in some of these insulated empires the knowledge and the language of ancient Egypt may still imperfectly survive, is not an unpleasing supposition : nor is it absolutely impossible that the Carthagenians, who do not appear to have perished with their cities, may have retired to the southern parts of Africa; and, though lost to the world in the vast oblivion of the
desert, may have carried with them to the new regions they occupy, some portion of those arts and
sciences, and of that commercial knowledge, for „which the inhabitants of Carthage were once so emiaently famed.'
To the Editor of the Bee, by Mira. There is a point beyond which the human mind cannot suffer, and there are also bounds, beyond which human calamity cannot extend. Reflect, my beloved friend, with humble gratitude ; reflect how far you are yet from reaching the verge of that frightful gulph. Reason, religion, friendship, and conscious rectitude, are yours; open your heart to those consolations which these supply; and above all, let the consideration of the shortness of life mitigate the severity of its sufferings, and the assured hope of that which is to come, teach you to rise superior to them; şeek relief from that Being, who, in times of extremity, often brings us unhoped deliverance, and is alike powerful and willing to assist those who put their trust in his aid. It is by awful dispensations, and in hours of peculiar darkness, that the Almighty teaches his feeble creatures, to raise their eyes from second causes, and what they call fortuitous events, to Him, the great first Cause and supreme Governor of the universe. It is then their virtues are made perfect by discipline, that their faith triumphs over the world : it is then the most enlightened of the human race are brought to a feeling sense of their own ignorance, that with humility they adore what they cannot comprehend, and cry out, Man is error and ignorance ! Being of beings have mercy upon us !
Ah why has heaven condemn'd me to sustain
This grief, for ills I never can relieve;
Why mark true merit immaturely fade,
Uncherished, unprotected and unknown ;
The buds of genius blasted soon as blown!
The cruel injuries of wanton pow'r;
Denied to succour whom I most deplore!
Nor the gay tollies of a foreign land.;
Nor indoience preferrd to useful toil;
The moral tale, instructive of my kind;
And form by stealth the uncorrupted mind;
To chear dull poverty's obscure abode;
Catch the warm praise, and point as due to God;
Tv nourish tender infancy with bread;
And give the cordial which I yat may need.
Had Heaven so will'd, it ne'er had been assign'd
Or work the purpse of th’invidious mind.
Heaven's world'rous plan, to Heav'n is only known;
That insolence I hate had been my own ;
Perhap; a stranger to each softer tie
The thousand cordial sweets of sympathy.
Fair is my lot, nu niggard bliss is mine;
And teach revenge its purpose to resign;
With kindness soothe the apprehensive mind';;
Or hide the frailties of my feeble kind:
The gentle voice of friendship will restrain;
A pitying sigh, some respite give to painy.
A doubtful hope, the trembling tear suspendy
A simple sonnet please a partial friend.
And these are mine, now I these gifts dispise,
Eternal power, to whom each gift I owe,
“Heh! lass, but you're canty and vogie!
Up in this morning sae airy and grey ?
II. "O Kate I tak tent' and be warie;
Jamie's a sad ane! he never will marry: • Think o poor Tibby!--he's left her to carry
• Black burning lhame till the day that the die!" “ I carena for Tibby,--a glaiket young quean! “ Her gaits wi' the fallows, we a' ken lang syne; « The heart o' my laddie I never can tyne, “ He promis?d to marry me down on yon lea!
III. "O no! I need nae ba warie ; ; “ Yes, yes! he means for to marry; “ Wi'mony sweet kisses he ca'd me his dearie,
“ And swore he was tak me before beltan day.!” "O Kate, Kate! he'll deceive ye, «(The deil's in the cheil! he does naithing but grieve me,) • He's fu'o' deceit, gin ye like to believe me,
• The fause loon last night said the same thing to me.'
6 Dear Jean but you're unco camstrarie, « Ye'll
ne'er let a boddie trou ever they'll marry ; “ Ye've now gi’en me something that's no light to carry ;
“ 'Twill lie at my heart till the day that I die!"
But drew out a thread wi' the tear in her ee !
" O yes ! 'tis time to be warie;
“ He's so see my face this year and a day.”.