MO, which are sometimes opposed to one another, but which never affect the uniform description of the areas about E. Near the quadratures, the force MN vanishes, and the force MF, which increases the gravity of the Moon to the Earth, coincides with CE or DE. As the Moon approaches the conjunction at A, the force MO prevails over ME, and lessens the gravity of the Moon to the Sun. In the opposite point of the orbit, when the Moon is in opposition at B, the force with which the Sun draws the Moon is less than that with which he draws the Earth, so that the effect of the solar force is to separate the Moon and the Earth, or to increase their distance; that is, it is the same as if, conceiving the Earth not to be acted on, the Sun's force drew the Moon in the direction from E to B. This force is negative, therefore, in respect of the force A, and the effect in both cases is to draw the Moon from the Sun in a direction perpendicular to the line of the quadratures.' ERRATUM In the Volume for 1818. Page 195, line 12, for Scorpio read Virgo. The Naturalist's Diary For DECEMBER 1819. Now bleak DECEMBER chills with icy hand RAIN and wind are now extremely prevalent, and, as the frost seldom sets in till the latter end of December, this month may be reckoned the most unpleasant of the whole year. Its gloomy character and soul-chilling effects, often applicable to its precursor, November, are well pourtrayed in the following little poem, by MALLETT: A WINTER'S DAY. Written in a State of Melancholy. Now, gloomy soul! look out-now comes thy turn;- That spreads slow-shading o'er the vanquished light. Hither, oblique, he turned his clouded eye. And, hark! imprisoned winds, broke loose, arise, Rough rugged rocks, wet marshes, ruined tow'rs, Bare trees, brown brakes, bleak heaths, and rushy moors, Dead floods, huge cataracts, to my pleased eyes (Now I can smile)-in wild disorder rise; And now, the various dreadfulness combined, Black Melancholy comes to doze my mind. See! night's wished shades rise spreading through the air, And the lone hollow gloom for me prepare Hail, solitary ruler of the grave! Parent of terrors! from thy dreary cave! Whatever in But every medal has its reverse. convenience may be experienced from the cold and gloomy days and long nights of winter, all is compensated by the cheerful blaze of the evening fire with the social circle around it. MILTON, in an exquisite sonnet, addressed to his friend LAWRENCE, adds this pleasing testimony to the attractions of a fire-side: LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise - An evening fire-side by twilight is thus well described in the Reflector: How observed with the smallest effort is every trick and aspect of the fire! A coal falling in,-a fiuttering fume,a miniature mockery of a flash of lightning,-nothing escapes the eye and the imagination. Sometimes a little flame appears at the corner of the grate like a quivering spangle; sometimes it swells out at top into a restless and brief lambency; anon it is seen only by a light beneath the grate, or it curls around one of the bars like a tongue, or darts out with a spiral thinness and a sulphureous and continued puffing as from a reed. The glowing coals meantime exhibit the shifting forms of hills, and vales, and gulfs,—of fiery Alps, whose heat is uninhabitable even by spirit; or of black precipices, from which swart fairies seem about to spring away on sable wings;-then heat and fire are forgotten, and walled towns appear, and figures of unknown animals, and far-distant countries, scarcely to be reached by human journey; -then coaches, and camels, and barking dogs as large as either, and forms that combine every shape and suggest every fancy;-till at last, the ragged coals tumbling together, reduce the vision to chaos, and the huge profile of a gaunt and grinning face seems to make a jest of all that has passed. The entrance of a single candle dissipates these scenes of fancy in an instant, and the dreamer is summoned to his tea. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Ever since tea has been known, its clear and gentle powers of inspiration have been acknowledged, from Waller paying his court at the circle of Catharine of Braganza, to Dr. Johnson receiving homage at the parties of Mrs. Thrale. The former, in his lines upon hearing it commended by her Majesty,' ranks it at once above myrtle and laurel, and her Majesty, of course, agreed with him: Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has his bays; Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise, The best of queens, and best of herbs, we owe They who prefer coffee will be pleased to see that their favourite beverage has not been left unnoticed by the poets: For, lo! the board with cups and spoons are crowned, 'It must be acknowledged, however, that the general association of ideas is at present in favour of tea, which on that account has the advantage of suggesting no confinement to particular ranks or modes of life. Let there be but a fire-side, and any body, of any denomination, may be fancied enjoying the luxury of a cup of tea, from the duchess in the evening drawing-room, who makes it the instrument of displaying her white hand, to the washer-woman at her early tub, who, having had nothing to signify since five, sits down to it with her shining arms and corrugated fingers at six. If there be any one station of life in which it is enjoyed to most advantage, it is that of mediocrity,-that in which all comfort is reckoned to be best appreciated, because, while there is taste to enjoy, there is necessity to earn the enjoyment'.' Having taken our refreshment of tea or 1 See an ingenious paper in the Reflector,' entitled, a 'Day by the Fire,' vol. ii, p. 400. |