When the sun's infant eye more brightly blazed, Hewn from the rooted rock, some mightier mound, So vast, so firm, that, as I gazed around, I thought them, like myself, eternal things. Then did I mark in sacerdotal state, Psammis the king, whose alabaster tomb, (Such the inscrutable decrees of fate,) Now floats athwart the sea to share my doom. O Thebes, (I cried,) thou wonder of the world! Where from the East a cloud of dust proceeds, Onward they march, and foremost I descried Dogs, cats, and monkeys, in their van they show, And fall-a pious, unresisting prey. Then, Havoc leaguing with infuriate Zeal, The firm Memnonium mock'd their feeble power, Flames round its granite columns hiss'd in vain,— The head of Isis frowning o'er each tower, Look'd down with indestructible disdain. Mine was a deeper and more quick disgrace:- Nile from his banks receded with affright, The startled Sphinx long trembled at the sound; I watch'd, as in the dust supine I lay, The fall of Thebes, as I had mark'd its fame,— Till crumbling down, as ages roll'd away, Its site a lonely wilderness became. The throngs that choak'd its hundred gates of yore, Deep was the silence now, unless some vast Or haply, in the palaces of kings, Some stray jackal sate howling on the throne; Nature o'erwhelms the relics left by time; Vain is each monarch's unremitting pains, And saw the tide of sand around me rise; And close in everlasting night mine eyes. In London now with face erect I gaze On England's pallid sons, whose eyes up-cast But who my future destiny shall guess? Saint Paul's may lie-like Memnon's temple-low; London, like Thebes, may be a wilderness; And Thames, like Nile, through silent ruins flow. Then haply may my travels be renew'd :- And bear me from Augusta's solitude, To some new seat of empire in the West. Mortal!—since human grandeur ends in dust, In those blest realms-where nought shall pass away! How LAST YEAR. "See the minutes, how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many years a mortal man may live."-SHAKSPEARE. EIGHTEEN hundred and twenty-four years have elapsed since the Infant of Bethlehem changed the history of the Universe. If we cast our eyes backward along the stream of time, from the present moment to that eventful æra, what a strange succession of human revolutions crowd upon our vision! The Roman Empire My dear Sir, exclaims the reader, Gibbon's Decline and Fall occupies of itself twelve goodly volumes, and if you purpose leading us through all the intermediate time, even in the briefest summary, we may come to the end of our days before you will have completed your centuries. Your exordium is too solemn and grandiloquent : what is antiquity to us, or we to it? Time in the wholesale is rather too bulky a commodity for either a writer or reader of periodicals; but if you have any little retail article referring to that portion of it with which we have both been conversant, and which therefore comes home to our business and bosomsany epitaph, for instance, upon the year which has just expired, we will promise you, provided it be not too much in the lapidary style, (as Dr. Johnson terms it,) to honour it with a resolute attempt at perusal. Contributors to magazines are like actors-" they who live to please must please to live," and therefore, most conditional reader, (for I dare not assume thy retention of that title, if I do not tickle the sides of thine understanding,) I promise to limit our excursion to the three hundred and sixty-five days which our common hobby-horse, the Earth, has employed in performing his last gallop around the sun. A foreigner of distinction once asked a British member of Parliament what had passed in the last session;" Five months and fourteen days," was the reply and if many of us were asked what we had accomplished in the last year, we might be reduced to the necessity of stating, that we had not only become twelve months older, but that, exclusive of our little terrestrial excursions from London to our countryhouses and back, we had been travelling round the sun at the rate of fifty-eight thousand miles every hour, and, in the rotatory motion of the earth upon its own axis, had completed an additional five hundred and eighty miles in every similar space of time. So far we have established our claim to be considered as a part of the sublime scheme of creation; but as to any thing that we have performed worthy of an intelligent being, moving in such a magnificent pageant, and obviously framed for the most noble destinies, it is to be feared that very few have reason to be proud of their exploits. Hundreds of thousands are at this moment making up the accounts of the last year, with a reference to their profit and loss; but how many dream of a mental debtor and creditor statement to |