The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-09-12 00:00:00

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POETRY.

THE DAWN OF GENIUS.
BY T. J. OUSELEY.

No, not a sound The gentle atmosphere
Breathes upon all things with a tender light,

The blush 'twixt day and twilight—yet so clear
That the arched heavens look depthless—as the sight
Drowns itself in the I.zure infinite;
Whilst, fretted silver, fleecy cloudless lie,
In shapes fantastical, becalmed—and bright
With gorgeous hues—the glorious western sky
Gleams—like the jewelled portals of Eternity.

There is a hill that seems to have arose
In play—from out the valley at its base,
From which the beauteous andscape in repose,
In varied lights and shadows we mr.y trace,
Until it melts into the Sun's embrace :
From that sweet upland—on the lovely scene,
Gazes a GlRL—in whose still—soul lit face
Are thoughts ton deep for words—whose eye serene
Beholds a visioned Paradise—Earth hath not seen.

Upon her head some thirteen summers might
Have wreathed their flowers blooming—not for aye,
But never till this moment had her sight
Enraptured pictured glories in the sky:
Or had she held her breath—as if to die
Were but to let the spirit wing it., way
Without a pang. Divinest harmony
Swelled through the space of heaven's eternal day,
Her soul with rapture filled !—immortal in its clay.

The first dream of a life—her mortal fire
Quenched whilst she paused to imbibe the spark,
Th' electric spark struck from the magic lyre,
To whose enchanting strains the Angels hark ;
Such sounds as first the stars sung when the Ark
Stood on a cloudless world—when the black veil
Of Heaven's dire wrath was lifted from the dark
Concave of Earth—and the despairing wail
Ofdying wretches ceased—for shouts of joy to hail.

At length she sees afar things boantiful,
To which no name is given—to which no thought
Can give comparison : so wonderful,
Yet not to her a wonder.—the charm brought
Quiet and beauty richly interwrought :
Her brain seemed bathed with essence of rare things
Drawn from most precious spices ; and she sought
To pierce beyond the everlasting springs
That flood the Heavens with light—where Seraphs poise their
wings.

And there are golden palaces afloat,
Amidst vast seas of silver, whose small waves
Trembled as every cloudlet. like a boat,
Passed o'er their burnished furrows: and dark caves,
In their far distance, show where saphire laves,
Enmixt with amber, crystal, and rich pearl,
Their p,nderous sides. The chequered floor, light paves,
And banners streaming—rainbow streaks unfurl,
-As the full blazing Sun his glory round cloth hurl.

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And there are trees most beautiful, whose leaves
Quiver like light from emeralds. She heard
Sounds such alone as Inspiration weaves
To veil the ear of Harmony • no bird
That e'er spread wing such notes could give—no word
From earth loved li,s could breathe such ecstacy—
As though her every pulse enchanting stirred,
And, reeling with delight, the melody
Stole o'er her--and she felt an immortality.

VIII.
Her eyes expand as though her heart would drink,
Through the bright portals of the soul, its full
Of never dying glory—now they shrink,
Fed to satiety—the wonderful
Outshutting from the sight—the cold, the doll
Things of this mortis' ,:,nere—her placid face
Lies in a sweet rei,ose—a dreamless lull—
Yet ever and anon the eye may trace
That the mind's wings are s, read, and cover boundless space!

And now she wakes !—but from this hour no thought
But mixes with the picture of her trance :
No more the girlish sport by her is sought—
She joins not in the mirthful, fe-tive dance ;
Is there—but yet not present : though perchance
The converse and the smile, from lips ..nd eyes,
Seem to be with the time. The great expanse
Of beauty undefinable will arise,
And her unearthly soul is wrapt in ecstacies !

This is the dawn of Genius—who can tell
How exquisite the pangs of atter years,
When the poor living clay confined must dwell,
Mortal, within its life of smiles and tears,
When it would fain flee to the happy spheres
Where pain is not, and whe e eternal joy
Thrills in eternal change of joy, and tears
That wound the fragile spirit no more cloy,
But freed, the soul upsoars to bliss without alloy.

HINTS FOR PEDESTRIANS, PRACTICAL

AND MEDICAL.

(From an unpublished Manuscript, by a Physician of
Liverpool.)

By MEDICUS.

(CONTINUED FROM OUR LAST.)

" The effects of muscular activity must be to call up
into action all other parts—the heart, the lungs, the
brain and nervous system, the stomach, and digestive
system, and every organ of the body. It is in this way
that muscular exercise serves to strengthen the entire
ceconomy. Organic action is not only augmented in
the parts immediately put in exercise, but every other
receives by reflection a fresh impulse. Digestion is
promoted, the absorption of the chyle and its further
assimilation is facilitated, respiration is excited, the
circulation is quickened, the heart itself being strength-
ened by the same means that invigorate every other
organ ; for although the circulation through the tissue
of the heart is distinct from that of the system in gene-
ral, it is so arranged as to take place simultaneously
with the latter. * " Lastly, the great function of
nutrition, which builds up every structure of the frame,
is carried on with such alacrity that every part acquires
an increase of size and strength. The heaving of the
chest, and alternate contraction and relaxation of the