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till they were hoarse, accompanying their noise by a jumping gesture, which was more or less violent, according to the powers the jumper. They went down into the cabin ; and the old gentleman was persuaded to sit for his picture to Lieutenant Beechey, wbich he did very quietly for more than an hour; but after that, it seems to have required all the pantomine shetoric which Captain Parry was possessed of, to keep him in his position. However, the old gentleman turned out to be a wag, and mimicked the gestures of the gallant navigator, with such humour, as lo create considerable diversion amongst the bye-standers. His patience, however, was pul to a very severe test, as a barter for commodities was going on between the crew and his companions, very near him, all the time he was sitting. They seemed to have a very good notion of inaking a bargain ; and their manner of concluding it was by licking the article purchased twice all over ; after which ceremony, it was considered to be final. There are soine things, we imagine, with reference to which this mode of colisummation would not be very agreeable. The canoes were found to move much faster in the water, when there was no sea, than the ship's boat, but only one person could sit in each. Those people seem to have very strict notions of honesty, and they show, ed every disposition to do the crews any service in their power. They acquired very quickly several words of English, which they were fond of repeating; and, in their gestures and vociferations, evinced a strong inclination to humour. Captain Parry tells us, quite in the spirit of our delectable old friend, Janjie Boswell, that when these people looked through a telescope, or a kaleidoscope, some of them shụt the right eye, and some of them the left. We hope this was carefully noted among the discoveries in the log book.
The Captain afterwards landed on the main land, and visited two of the Esquimaux tents, where they were received by men, women, and children, with a general, but welcoming vociferation. They exchanged several articles with the crew, and were very strict in their dealings. In order to prove their honesty, Captain Parry relates that he had sold an axe lo an olạ woman, for a dog, and had given her the axe in advance; the dogs were exceedingly shy, and she might easily have evaded the performance of her contract; but she immediately set off with a kind of thong noose, which they are obliged to use for the purpose, and soon presented
the purchaser with one of the finest in the country. There is a minute description of these people, which serves to fill up a few pages; but they appear, both in person and habitation, not to differ from the general class of Esquimaux. They seem, indeed, not to be very delicate in their appetites; for both old and young, when a bird was given them, swallowed it feathers and ali, in the most ravenous manner. This delicate propensity seems to be fully participated by the four-legged companions ; for it seems the dog which Captain Parry purchased from the old lady, after havo ing been regularly fed, immediately, and without scruple, swal. lowed a large piece of canvass, a cotton handkerchief which had been just washed, and part of a check shiri. We are of opinion, that the old lady was very right to part with him. It certainly showed a due regard for her seal-skin wardrube. The puppies would at any time, if permitted, kill themselves by over eating ; and it is curious enough, that in the different bargains, the children, invariably, and without any question, exercised a right over the young dogs. The behaviour, however, of these simple people, impressed the navigators with a high respect for them ; and they never evinced, in all their intercourse, the least disposition to purloin any thing. The crews made them some trifling preģents, for which they were very grateful, and they watched the departure of the vessels in sorrowful silence.
On the 26th of September, the ice appeared to be so packed towards the westward, as to preclude all posibility of any farther progress, or indeed of even minutely examining the coast, there being then twelve hours of darkness. Under these circumstances, any farther attempt was considered useless; and the ships steered their course for England, in their passage to which they experienced very stormy weather. During this expedition, perhaps, the most interesting phenomenon, which the navigators remarked, was the effect which the approach to the North Pole obviously had upon the needle.
From the time of their entering Lancaster's sound, the sluggishness of the compasses, and their great irregularity, became apparent; and, at last, the directive power of the needle became 80 weak, as to be completely overcome by the attraction of the ship. In a few days, the binnacles were removed, as useless lumber, from the deck to the carpenter's store room; and the true courses, and direction of the wind, were in future noted in
the log book, as obtained to the nearest quarter point, when the sun was visible, by the azimuth of that object, and the apparent time. With respect to the main object of the expedition, Captain Parry seems to entertain very sanguine expectations. In addition to the discoveries which have been already made by himself, to those of Cook and Mackenzie, and on an inspection of the map, he thinks it almost a certainty that a north-west passage into the Pacific will be finally accomplished, and that the outlet will be found at Behring's S:rait. But this he considers altogether impracticable for British ships, in consequence of the length of the voyage which must first be performed, in order to arrive at the point where the work is to be begun. Upon the whole, therefore, he considers that any expedition equipped by England with this view, would act with greater advantage by at once employing its best energies in the atteinpt to penetrate from the eastern coast of America, along its northern shore. Whatever may be the ultimate fate of these attempts, and whatever may be the ultimate result of these discoveries, which may, perhaps, add something to the science and the fame of our country, but which will, we fcar, prove of but little practical utility, taken in a commercial point of view; still there certainly can be but one opinion as to the zeal and capabilities of Captain Parry. He seems to have perfornied the duties entailed on him by the Admiralty, not only with the skill of an able seaman, but to have much recommended his performance of them by the good humour and humanity which marked his conduct in the most trying situations. Perhaps the loss of the sun, and the inutility of the needle, and the frost bites in Win. ter Harbour, will not give the land reader half so distinct an idea of the perils to which such seas expose the navigator, as a single glance at some of the plates which are given in this volume. The situation of the ships at times must have been tremendous; and nothing can have been more awful than to behold sea and shore, hill and valley, in short, nature herself, under the aspect of one continued iceberg-no sound to break upon the silence, but the explosions of the ice, or the howling of the wolves; and no living thing to meet the eye, except some ravenous and half-famished animal.
The embellishments of the work are very well executed ; and the narrative is clear, consecutive, and simple. Our limits, and the late time at which we received this voiuine, will not allow us
to give more than what we are aware is, and necessarily must be, a very hurried sketch, but we hope we have said enough to direct the reader to the original fountain. The gallant navigator is again securely cased in icebergs, from the shafts of criticism we sincerely wish him a good voyage, a happy terminationsmiles and welcome from the Esquimaux Venus, and all the rewards and honours of the board of Admiralty.
ART. XIV.—1 Selection of Irish Melodies. By Thomas Moore.
Tue eighth, and, we fear, the last number of the Irish Melodies, by the union of whose music to his beautiful verse, Mr. Moore bas laid his country under such infinite obligations, has just issued from the press. When, in a former portion of the work, the poet bade « farewell to his harp,” with all respect for him, we doubted his sincerity. “At lover's perjuries they say Jove laughs.” -At poet's lapses, then, why should mortals be too serious ? In this case it is impossible, because the delinquent has the double justification of love and poetry. However, there is prefixed to this number a general and final dedication of the entire work to the nobility and gentry of Ireland, which really looks as if it was brought to its termination in good earnest. Why this should be so, it is not for us to say. The poet is still, and long may he continue so, in full possession of his fine faculties; and the wild mountains and valleys of his country are still rich in most melodious airs, which have escaped the accompaniments of Mr. Bishop. Whether, however, this is to be the last sound of the Irish harp, or whether it will produce another dulcet echo, its music has certainly established, for Ireland, a high name in vocal science, and the verse to which it has been “married" places its author amongst the very first lyric poets of any age or nation—even by the side of Horace and Anacreon. Beautiful as are many parts of his Lalla Rookh, and exquisite as we admit many of his epistles from America to be, it is to his songs that Moore must trust for immortality, and immortal he must be as long as English ladies can love, or Irish gentleman can drink, which, we take it, is as much of immortality as any modern bard can consider himself equitably entitled to. The lyrist has, indeed, in this respect, a great advantage over the brotherhood of Parnassus. The heart of every one takes its season of benevolence, and rows tired of satire-the mind will not for ever chill itself within the shade of ethics, and Reither heart nor mind can sustain eternally the horrors or the heights of the epic aspirant. But the lyrist strays carelessly along the verges of the mountain. The echoes which he awakens, if not loud, are sweet; and the chords with which he produces them are heart-strings. He identifies himself with the passions of youth he associates himself with the pleasures of manhood-he sighs melodious comfort in the bower-he sings most mirthful logic over the bottle-he resounds and sweetens the music of the chase; and whether with young or old-in bowers, or copses, or banquets -sighing with lovers, or carousing with Bachanals, he entangles himself with the richest threads of our existence he is determined, at all events, to have a garland ; and, when the season of the flowers is past, lie jovially awaits its return, clustering his brows with the fruitage of the vineyard. In this last department, indeed, Moore has one living rival in the patriarch person of Captain Morris; but he has only one there is no one else similis aut secundus. It is no disparagement to any one to admit Morris to a convivial competition. Bacchus in his wildest, merriest, and most classical moods, has not a more inspired idolater than the veteran laureate of the vintagethe snows of eighty winters have not withered a leaf of his laurels, and even Mont Blanc's “ diadem" might melt in the sunshine of his perennial imagination. That time flies fast, the poet sings,' and • That I think's a reason fair to fill my glass again,' will remain the standard justifications of every reveler who can blend wine, and wit, and music together, as long as the ivied god retains a single votary to biccough over his orgies. Of course when we speak of the songs of Captain Morris, we speak only of those which he composed before the second bottie_-of those which age may hear without a blush, and to which youth may listen without any fear of the consequences. As the lyrist of love, however, Moore stands alone and unrivalled. Anacreon might rise from his grave to hear him, and Lalage herself, whether " dulce ridens,” or “dulce loquens," might forget for him, for a moment, even the nightingale of Italy.
Of the songs contained in the present number, the one composed in memory of Mr. Grattan is the most elaborate, if not the happiest. But it is scarcely fair to consider it altogether as a song, because a note informs us that only the first two verses are intended to be sung. It is a poem, which the heart aided the head in dictating, and its subject well deserves the celebration. The first patriot of