STANZAS. I. OH! visit not My couch of dreamless sleep, When even thou shalt be forgot By this so faithful breast; But let the stranger watch my silent rest With eyes that will not weep! Oh! come not, Maid! II. I crave no sigh from thee, E'en when my mouldering frame is laid Within the cold dull grave; For the yew shall moan, and the night-wind rave, And dear, though mournful dreams alone remain Of me and misery! Oh! then, fair Maid! By twilight linger near IV. The rustling trees whose green boughs shade My lonely place of rest; And hallow thou the turf that wraps my breast With pity's purest tear! BIRTH-DAY STANZAS TO MY CHILD. I. My spirit revels deep in dreams to-day; For though thy fairy form is far away, And still thy father treads this foreign ground, He sees thee in thy native fields at play, And hears thy light laugh's sweet familiar sound Merry and musical as birds in May! II. This is thy natal morn-a date how dear! How oft thy prattle charmed a parent's ear, III. Though now in weary loneliness I learn d wing Ca IV. Dear Child! to thee devoted is the day, Thy brethren, (gentle twins,) and she who bears The small white English cottage sweetly wears Their tribute-praise, foretel thy future years, V. And when the cheerful feast is nearly o'er, The wine-cup shall be filled, and thy dear name Regardful of the time; a pleasing shame Shall flush thy cheek; and then the brilliant store Of Birth-day gifts shall childhood's dreams inflame, While aged hearts remember days of yore. VI. And yet, 'mid all this mirthfulness and pride, Thy glittering gauds, and stand in silence by, VII. But this blest day no cares shall shade my heart, Snow before thy memory sorrow flies; ..nd st momently around me start Dear forms of home, that wake a sweet surprise, evisius raised by some enchanter's art! Oct. 19, 1831. ON PHYSIOGNOMY. The lineaments of the body will discover those natural inclinations of the mind which dissimulation will conceal or discipline will suppress. I knew by his face there was something in him. Lord Bacon. Shakespeare. I am so apt to frame a notion of every man's humour or circumstances by his looks, that I have sometimes employed myself from Charing-cross to the Royal Exchange in drawing the characters of those who have passed by me. When I see a man with a sour rivelled face, I cannot forbear pitying his wife and when I meet with an open ingenuous countenance, think on the happiness of his friends, his family and relations. Addison. PHYSIOGNOMY is a science which most people smile at, and which all practise. It is more easily ridiculed than abandoned. The old and the young, the wise and the foolish, the shrewd and the simple, the suspicious and the confiding, all trust more or less, either for good or for evil, to the outward and visible signs of the internal spirit. The philosophical testimonies in favor of this science are sufficiently respectable both in character and number. In the olden time the sages of Egypt and of India cultivated it with enthusiasm, and it is supposed that it was from those countries that Pythagoras introduced it into Greece. Aristotle treated largely of the Physiognomy, not only of man, but of the brute creation. After his time many Greek authors wrote treatises upon the subject, of which a collection was formed and published in 1780. Like Medicine and Astrology it was for a long time associated with divination, and they who followed it as a profession did not confine their scrutiny to the mental charac |