This down-pouring continued till about ten o'clock."--
Letter from Mary Campbell to the Rev. John Campbell, of Row, dated
Feruicary, April 4, 1830, giving an account of her "miraculous cure."
LETTER VII.
FROM MISS FANNY FUDGE, TO HER COUSIN, MISS KITTY ----.
IRREGULAR ODE.
Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,
Ungilt by beams, ungemmed by showers,
They wait the breath of summer hours,
To wake to light each diamond eye,
And let loose every florid sigh!
Bring me the first-born ocean waves,
From out those deep primeval caves,
Where from the dawn of Time they've lain--
THE EMBRYOS OF A FUTURE MAIN!--
Untaught as yet, young things, to speak
The language of their PARENT SEA
(Polyphlysbaean named, in Greek),
Tho' soon, too soon, in bay and creek,
Round startled isle and wondering peak,
They'll thunder loud and long as HE!
Bring me, from Hecla's iced abode,
Young fires--
I had got, dear, thus far in my ODE
Intending to fill the whole page to the bottom,
But, having invoked such a lot of fine things,
Flowers, billows and thunderbolts, rainbows and wings,
Didn't know _what_ to do with 'em, when I had got 'em.
The truth is, my thoughts are too full, at this minute,
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