My friendship's utmost zeal to try, The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, Then in a moment to my view, OCCASIONAL ODE, For the Anniversary of the Royal British System of Education. THE lion o'er his wild domains Reigns through the deep with quenchless rage; Parent and young, unwean'd from blood, Are still the same from age to age. Of all that live, and move, and breathe, He looks above, around, beneath, From strength to strength he travels on: Beyond the grave his course sublime Destined through nobler paths to run, What guides him in his high pursuit, The joys of Knowledge shall increase. New spirit breathed into the clod, 66 THE DAISY IN INDIA. [Supposed to be addressed by the Reverend Dr. Carey,* the learned and illustrious Baptist Missionary at Serampore, to the first plant of this kind, which sprang up unexpectedly in his garden, out of some English earth, in which other seeds had been conveyed to him from this country. With great care and nursing, the Doctor has been enabled to perpetuate the Daisy in India, as an annual only, raised by seed preserved from season to season.] JAMES MONTGOMERY. THRICE welcome, little English flower! Never to me such beauty spread : *This great and good man-this ornament to any church-this faithful preparer of others for Eternity, has recently been summoned to receive his "exceeding great reward!" He died at Serampore-the scene of his invaluable, and most interesting labours—on the 9th of June of the passing year (1834).. Transplanted from thine island-bed, Thrice welcome, little English flower, year; lower; Thrice welcome, little English flower! The fairy sports of infancy, Youth's golden age, and manhood's prime, Home, country, kindred, friends,-with thee, I find in this far clime. 1 Thrice welcome, little English flower! Thrice welcome, little English flower! I'll call to mind how, fresh, and green, ROBERT BURNS. JAMES MONTGOMERY. WHAT bird in beauty, flight, or song, Who sang as sweet, and soared as strong, His plume, his note, his form, could Burns, He was not one, but all by turns, The blackbird, oracle of spring, The swallow, wheeling on the wing, The humming-bird, from bloom to bloom, Inhaling heavenly balm ; The raven, in the tempest's gloom; The halcyon, in the calm: In "Auld Kirk Alloway," the owl, At witching time of night; By" Bonnie Doon," the earliest fowl He was the wren amidst the grove, At Bannockburn the bird of Jove, With thunder in his train; The woodlark, in his mournful hours; The thrush, a spendthrift of his powers, The swan, in majesty and grace, But roused, no falcon, in the chase, The linnet in simplicity, In tenderness the dove: But more than all beside was he, Oh! had he never stooped to shame, How had Devotion loved to name, Peace to the dead!-In Scotia's choir He sprang from his spontaneous fire, GEOLOGY-KIRKDALE CAVE-PROFESSOR BUCKLAND. "Scotsman," of 19th July, 1823. THERE is probably no science at the present day that holds out more tempting problems, or has more curious secrets in store, than geology. Some years ago, it was the object of a very unreasonable jealousy among theologians; and yet it has happened in this as in other cases, that what was thought to threaten serious consequences to religion, promises ultimately to furnish new arguments for its truth. In the case before us, it has, we may say, already placed beyond the reach of controversy a great physical fact, resting almost solely on the testimony of the Scriptures, which was sometimes perhaps felt as a stumbling block by divines, and was long made a subject of derision by the infidel wits of the last century-we mean the general Deluge. Professor Buckland's book is extremely curious; and though calculated chiefly for men of science, will be found perfectly intelligible and very interesting by ordinary readers. He had Cuvier's researches to furnish him with lights and supply him with materials; but by fixing his attention on a single class of phenomena, he has been able to carry his investigations a step |