* * * * * AN ARTIST'S FAME. _Painter._ Let none call happy one whose art's deep source They know not--or what thorny paths he trode To reach its dazzling goal! _Marquis._ What dost thou mean? _Painter._ I'll seek a simile--Some gorgeous cloud Oft towers in wondrous majesty before ye-- It bathes its bosom in pure ether's flood, Evening twines crowns of roses for its head, And for its mantle weaves a fringe of gold; Ye gaze on it admiring and enchanted-- Yet know not whence its airy structure rose! If it breathe incense from some holy altar, Or earth-born vapours from the teeming soil, When rain from Heav'n descends--if fiery breath Of battle, or the darkly rolling smoke Of conflagration, thus its giant towers Pile on the sky--ye care not, but enjoy Its form and glory,--Thus it is with art! Whether 'twere born amid the sunny depths Of a glad heart entranced in mutual love-- Or, likelier far, alas! the sorrowing child Of restless anguish, and baptized in tears-- Or wrung from Genius even amid the throes Of worse than death--Ye gaze and ye admire, Nor pause to ask what it hath cost the heart That gave it being! _Blackwood's Magazine._ * * * * * Romance is ever readier To make unbidden sacrifice, than rear The sober edifice of mutual bliss! Ibid. * * * * * TRUE PATRIOTISM. Promote religion--protect public morals--repress vice and infidelity--keep the different classes of the community in strict subordination to each other--and cherish the principles, feelings, and habits, which give stability, beauty, and happiness to society. Descend from the clouds of political economy, and travel in safety on your mother earth; cast away the blinding spectacles of the philosophers, and use the eyes you have received from nature. Practise the vulgar principles, that it is erroneous to ruin immense good markets, to gain petty bad ones--that you cannot carry on losing trade--that you cannot live without profit--and that you cannot eat without income. And pule no more about individual economy, but eat, and drink, and enjoy yourselves, like your fathers. What! in these days of free trade, to tell the hypochondriacal Englishman that the foaming tankard, the honest bottle of port, and the savoury sirloin, must be prohibited articles! You surely wish us to hang and drown ourselves by wholesale.--Ibid. * * * * * THE FORGET-ME-NOT.