such stupendous fabrics should rise into existence from the silent but
incessant, and almost imperceptible, labours of such insignificant
worms!

To buy books, as some do who make no use of them, only because they were
published by an eminent printer, is much as if a man should buy clothes
that did not fit him, only because they were made by some famous
tailor.--_Pope_.

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TO MY BROTHER, ON HIS LEAVING ENGLAND.

By The Author of "Ahab."

(_For the Mirror._)


Wherever your fortune may lead you to roam,
Forget not, young exile, the land of your home;
Let it ever be present to memory's eye,
'Tis the place where the bones of your fore-father's lie.
Let the thought of it ever your comforter be,
For no spot on this earth like your home can you see.

The fields where you rove may be more fresh and fair,
More splendid the sun, and more fragrant the air,
More lovely the flowers, more refreshing the breeze,
More tranquil the waters, more fruitful the trees.