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EUGENE ARAn.
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The extracts we arc about to make are of various kinds, and may be taken as fair samples Of the whole. Some times the general texture may be less highly wrought, and sometimes more brilliantly coiored; but the scenes we shall quote will interest by their beau ty or their ingenuity. Tn the first, for instance, where the solitary student IS detected in q retired nook by the banks of q fishing stream, relieving his bur thened conscience by ejaculation and selt-communing, we cannot help being struck by the felieitous description of the scenery, is well as by the we'll con ceiYed conduct and behaviour of the conscious malefaetor, and tlfe natural and affecting train of reflection into which he is led by the necessity of ex- cusing his abrupt expostulation. The opening-the summers eve in England was never exceeded in richness or truth in any pastoral painting.

 It was waxing towards evc-an hour especially lovely in the month of June, and not without reason favored by the angler. Walter sauntered across the rich and fragrant fields, and came soon intoa q sheltered valley, through which the brootlet wound its shadowy way Along the margin the grass sprung up long and matted, and profuse with q thousand weeds and flowers-the chil- dren of the teeming June. Here the ivy-leaved bell flower, and not fii, from it the common enehanter's night-shade, the silver weed, and the water ayen; and by the hedges that now and then neared the water, the gueider rose, and $ the white briony, overrunning the thick ct with it's emeral leaves and luxuriant flowers. And here and there, silvering the bushes, the elder offered its snowy tribute to the summer. All the insect youth were abroad, with their bright wings and glancing motion; and from the lower depths of the bushes the black bird darted across, or higher and un- seen the first cuckoosof the eve began it's continuous and mellow note. All this cheeriness and gloss of life, which enamour us with the few bright days oI the English summer, make the poetry in an anglers life, and convert every idler at heart into moralist, and not . gloomy one, for the time.

 Soltened by the quiet beauty ane goluptuousness around him, Walter' thoughts assumed q more gentle dye and he broke out in the old lines:

 

 .sSweet day, so soft, so calm. so bright: The bridal of the earth and sky, &c.

 as he dipt his line into the current, ant drew it across the shadowy follows be meath the bank. The river gods wers not, however, in a favorable moods and after waiting in vain for some time, i. q aspot in which he was usually success a ful, he proceeded slowly along the mar ginof the brool<let, crushing the reed at every step, into that fresh and deli cious odour, which furnished Baco with ono of his most beautiful comparl sons.

 He thought, as he proceeded, tha beneath n tree that ovcrhung the Va teIs in the narrowest part of their char nel, he beard q voice. and as he i'E