Then as the grove I enter, The tree-tops shake, The granite beds quake, Into their very centre; Whilst the birds around on the soaking ground Hush their song at my thunder sound! Man never with puny arm _My_ power shall curb, _My_ flow disturb! Ha! ha! for nature's charm: Powerful in the rock That human strength doth mock! Long as stern Father Time Shall harvest future years-- Garnering joys and tears-- In every land and clime: So long shall I from the moss-clad steep, Bubble or vaunt in the foaming leap! II. THE CASCADE HUMBLETH ITSELF. Under the dams I go, With sullen plash, And humbled dash, On giant wheels below, That proudly turn where huge fires burn, Mocking the sunset glow! As the "feeders" I enter, High windows shake, And brick walls quake, Deep to their very centre, While _I_ painfully sob to the taunting throb In the heart of my mill tormentor. Afar up the arid hill, Huger wheels are turning-- Fiercer fires are burning-- The mountain torrent is still! And I mourn me now for the thicket's green In the grove where our surging line was see. Man with his stalwart arms, Plying the axe and spade-- Reft the grove of its shade, Dissolving nature's charms; With genius to plan it blasted the granite, As involving the earthquake's aid. Nothing of freedom now I know! For the glare of the brick, The machinery click, And the mist from the wheels below, Blindeth and stunneth--I faint--I reel. I yield my charm to the spell of steel! HERMAN MELVILLE'S WHALE.[4] The new nautical story by the always successful author of _Typee_, has for its name-giving subject a monster first introduced to the world of print by Mr. J. N. Reynolds, ten or fifteen years ago, in a paper for the _Knickerbocker_, entitled _Mocha Dick_. We received a copy when it was too late to review it ourselves for this number of the _International_, and therefore make use of a notice of it which we find in the London _Spectator_: