This word, which was engraven on the temple of Apollo, at Delphi, has occasioned much controversy among the literati. The learned and admirable Plutarch tells us that it means "thou art" as if "thou art one." The Langhornes, in their life of this philosopher, [2] attack his opinion as inconsistent with "the whole tenour of the Heathen Mythology." It in to be observed, that the Greek word for priests is "[Greek: iereis]" (iereis). But I infer nothing from this; yet at the same time it is a remarkable circumstance. The objection of the Langhornes is frivolous; for the sun (Apollo) in most nations, was considered chief of the gods, and this inscription was placed to prove his _superiority and unity_. [2] Langhorne's Plutarch, vol. i. p. xv.--Limbird's edition. It is a very remarkable circumstance, that when the Pythia refused to enter the temple, at the application of Alexander, "Philip's godlike son," and he attempting to force her in, she exclaimed--"[Greek: Anikaetos ei o pai]" (My son, you are invincible.) Now, probably, she had some other intention in using that word; but, however, that does not affect the argument. I cannot but consider that Plutarch is right. B.K. * * * * * A FAREWELL TO SPAIN. FOR MUSIC. (_For the Mirror._) Land of the myrtle and the vine, The sunny citron-tree, With heart upon the waves I give My latest look to thee. Thy glorious scenes of vale and hill With joy I now resign, And seek a more congenial land, Where Freedom will be mine. Farewell! thou hast the iron sway Of bigots and of slaves, But mine shall be a chainless heart Upon the dark blue waves. For thee our sires have fought and died, For thee their blood have given, When tyrants o'er the trampled field Like thunder-clouds were driven. And has the purple tide in vain, From hill and vale been poured, Or do the hopes of Freedom sleep With mighty Mina's sword? Oh! no--the trumpet-voice of war, Shall proudly sound again, And millions shall obey its call, And break their chartered chain! Till then, my native hearth and home I'll joyfully resign; Farewell! thou song-enchanted land Of myrtle and of vine. _Deal_. G.K.C. * * * * * THE DEATH-BEDS OF GREAT MEN. (_For the Mirror._) If there are any remarks which deserve to be recorded for the benefit of mankind, they are those which have been expressed on a dying bed, when, unfettered by prejudice or passion, Truth shines forth in her real colours. Sir John Hawkins has recorded of Dr. Johnson, that when suffering under that disease which ended in his dissolution, he addressed his friends in the following words:--"You see the state I am in, conflicting with bodily pain and mental distraction. While you are in health and strength, labour to do good, and avoid evil, if ever you wish to escape the distress that oppresses me."