[3] Dyers now know how to produce a very durable red by dipping their stuffs in a solution of acetate of alum, before subjecting them to the action of the madder. It would be desirable that they should begin to derive some advantage, on a large scale, of a new substance, lately discovered by Mr. Robiquet, which possesses the property of producing a red amaranth or pansy, very agreeable. Chemists call this substance _orsine_. [4] This will be news to the people “in South Carolina, as well as in the state of Virginia.” _Translator._ Philadelphia, May, 1841. * * * * * TO LORD BYRON. FROM THE FRENCH OF LAMARTINE. BY R. M. WALSH. Thou, whose true name the world doth yet not know, Mysterious spirit, mortal, angel, fiend, Whate’er thou art, oh! Byron, still I love Thy concerts’ savage harmony, ev’n as I love the noise of thunder and of winds Commingling in the storm with torrents’ voice! Night is thy dwelling, horror thy domain; The eagle, king of deserts, thus doth scorn The lowly plain; he seeks, like thee, steep rocks By winter whitened, by the lightning riven; Shores strewn with fragments of the fatal wreck, Or fields all blackened with the gore of carnage: And whilst the bird that plaintive sings its griefs ’Mid flow’rets, builds its nest on bank of streams, Of Athos he the summits fearful scales, Suspends his eyre o’er the abyss, and there, Surrounded by still palpitating limbs, By rocks with bloody banquets ever foul, Soothed by the screaming anguish of his prey, And rocked by tempests, slumbers in his joy.