ciently the cudgels were used by the Lictor, as now the gentler rods by our tyrannical pedagogues for lighter faults"-EVELYN. Some of the above applications of the Birch have fallen into disuse; so abundantly has nature administered to our necessities, that what in one age is a valuable production, becomes neglected in another, from the discovery of something that serves the purpose better. Of that juice of the Birch-tree, commonly called Birch wine, the older writers speak largely-we are not aware that now, in our country at least, it is for any purpose collected-it is a subject of interest only as a vegetable product, not entirely understood in physiological botany. Formerly the juice of the Birch had all sorts of virtues, and was compounded into infallible remedies for all sorts of diseases: when the sovereign effects of the juices of this despicable tree supplied its defects, which made some judge it unworthy to be brought into the catalogue of woods to be propagated." We have already spoken of this sort of liquor as pertaining to other trees, and the manner of collecting it-from the Birch it flows in the Spring abundantly. "The sap or lymph of most plants, when collected as above mentioned, appears to the sight and taste little else than water, but it soon undergoes fermentation and putrefaction. The Birch, Betula Alba, affords plenty of sap; some other trees yield a small quantity. It flows equally upward and downward from a wound, at least proportionally to the quantity of stem or branch, in either direction, to supply it. This great motion, called the flowing of the sap, which is to be detected principally in the Spring, and slightly in the Autumn, is totally distinct from that constant propulsion of it going on in every growing plant."-SMITH, "The Birch is liable to a disease in its branches, which causes it to send out a very great number of shoots in the middle of a branch, which being grown to some length, at a distance much resembles a tree full of rook's nests. In Lancashire, the twigs are made into besoms for exportation. The leaves afford a yellow dye. The bark is extremely useful to the inhabitants of the north of Europe; they make hats and drinking cups of it in Kamschatka. The Swedish fishermen make shoes of it. The Norwegians cover their houses with it, and upon this they lay turf three or four inches thick. Torches are made of the bark sliced and twisted together. It abounds with a resinous matter, highly inflammable. It affords the Laplander in the summer, when he lives on the mountains, fuel for the fires which he is obliged to keep in his hut, to defend him from the gnats; and covered with the skin of the rein-deer, it forms his bed."-WITHERING. 1 "The liquor flowing from the wounds made in this tree, is used by the inhabitants of Kamschatka without previous fermentation, in which state it is said to be pleasant and refreshing. In this manner the crews of the Resolution and Discovery used it during their stay in the harbour of St. Peter and St. Paul. The natives of Kamschatka convert the bark into the domestick and kitchen purposes, and the wood is employed in the construction of sledges and canoes. Hraschininikoff, in his history of Kamschatka, says, that the natives convert the bark into a pleasant and wholesome food, by stripping it off when it is green, and cutting it into long, narrow stripes, like Vermicelli, drying it, and stewing it afterwards with their Caviar."-HUNter. HYMNS AND POETICAL RECREATIONS. HYMN V.-JUDAH. WHO wanders there by Jordan's stream, Her sweet harps all unstrung, And breaks the silence with a sigh, Where royal David sung? Who wanders there by Jordan's stream With looks so pale, so sad ; Where altars smoked, and prophets spake, And ev'ry heart was glad? Why does she turn her tearful eye Intent on yonder spire, Beneath whose now polluted roof Once burn'd celestial fire? Why does she fold her cold, bare arms And watch the wasting of the night While others are at rest? There is but one should watch and weep While all can sleep beside : 'Tis banish'd Judah's ruin'd child, Immanuel's widow'd bride. That spot where now the stranger dwells, Was once her royal home; 'Twas there the rebel slew her Lord, And there they made his tomb. Turn, daughter, turn! Poor banish'd child! Time wastes thine hour of banishment, Turn, daughter, turn! The light that dawns Thy husband lives to claim his bride, Ye cannot serve two masters.-MATT. vi. As is the loyal subject of his king Distinguished from his false and factious sons, The patriot who loves his country's weal, We find him not amid the secret haunts E'en so the Christian-once a rebel slave, He cannot find his pleasures where the name When earth proposes what his Lord forbids, Often oppressed, insulted, and alone, He dares to raise the standard that he bears, A FRAGMENT. Mark yonder snow-topped hills and barren fields It comes, and comes, and still it comes in vain-- THE FIR TREE. AND what art thou, still standing there C. Nor fair nor fading thou? As if thy sad and sullen pride Held it beneath thee to have vied With those that round thee grow. I watch'd thee, when in green so gay, And when they fringed their suit with gold, And then I saw it all put off, Their broidery and their gold-- They stand so bare, so cold. But there art thou with look the same When others smiled, thou wouldst not smile, Aye, doubtless! and I'll read thee true, That summers and that winters too, That thou wilt trust them not. And when the false spring swells her horn To tell thee all thy ills are done, And nought but joys remain ; And then the autumn's warning blight, Oh! they are nothing new- I would be like thee-gravely dight, |