The Learned Languages [pp. 557-561]

SOUTHERN LITERARY MIESSENGER.
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A mile farther on, you come to a walk of cocoas, the
July 9tk. Started from St. Thomas', with the as
Chagres. We all longed to see the wee craft once
more, and to be again pith her upon the waves and
indeed we regretted her, clipper as she was, with as
nueh fondness as if she were the most stately man-ofwar. I close my portfolio for the present; here I
shall open it next, Fate knows, not I. But wterever it
may be, for your eyes and yours alone, my friend, arc
these "types of travel" recorded. I do not write for
the public eye; I leave that to your friend N. P. W. and
to my friend Mrs. Trollope, content, when again we
meet, and shake hands once more after my wanderings,
* * * * C
Whlerever the Inquisition hatd power-, thIe word fila
was not allowed in any book. An autlior wisliing to
use the word, printed in his book faca, and put in the
errata "for facta read fatat."
LINES.
BY P. P. COOKE.
I sometime at sweet even go
Forth to the greenwood tree,
To watch the day-flush fading slow
Over the west countrie.
There, sitting on a gnarled root,
I place my hand upon my cheekAnd sitting thus, whole hours, all mute,
Feeding on thought too rich to speak,
I hear the ever rushing wings
Of the many cloudy things
Which are my brain's imaginings.
And sometime am quite happy-quiteUnder the influence, soft and holy,
Of the eve's bough-broken light,
(Bough-broken and most melancholy!)
Ctuite happy! and my fingers pass
Over my brow and through my hair,
In rude-rude mimicry, alas!
Of the soft fingers slimr and fair
That once were so familiar thereBut which now death-eaten are.
So I do sit me down and dreamAcquaint with mystery; and seem
To prying Ouphes a happy mortal,
And seem arighlt!-For through the portal
Of joyfil meditation stream
All bright and lovely things. But then
These come not to the haunts of metn,
And I, (sad I!) am happy only
In the old wood, dim and lonely!
THE LEARNED LANGUAGES.
BY MATHEW CAREY.
So much has been written on the advantages and disadvantages of studying these languages, and such a
diversity of opinions prevails on the mode of teaching
them, among those who are in favor of the study, that
little of novelty can be adduced on this mooted subject;
and a writer can scarcely expect to find readers at all
disposed to favor his lucubrations with a perusal, or, if
they condescend to peruse, they will rarely come to the
task with unprejudiced minds. This is very discouraging, and might well forbid any but a bold writer front
entering the arena. The importance of the subject induces me, however, to venture. If I fail of producing
conviction, I shall only share the same fate as numbers
who have preceded me.
One among the discouragements to the discussion, is
the unfair means employed by the friends of the prevailing system, to decry their antagonists-whomr they
irepresent as ignoramuses, incapable of appreciating the
value of the classics, and therefore, like the fox in the
fable, depreciating what they have not attained, and
cannot attain. It requires some courage to incur the
risquc, indeed the certainty, of being classed in the
catcr,)ry of idiots or fools.
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