put in thorough repair, and a wooden hoop substituted for the tin one, to which Cocking owed his death. Mr. Green, however, seems to have acted with extraordinary apathy in the whole affair, and such conduct does more injury to the cause of aërostation, than all the snarling attacks of the anti-ballooners. It becomes now our pleasing duty to record three parachute descents made successively by Mr. Hampton without injury. Undeterred by the awful fate of his predecessor, this gentleman determined on making a parachute descent which should prove the correctness of the theory, and the Montpellier Gardens at Cheltenham were selected as the scene of the exploit. Owing to the censure which was bestowed on Messrs. Gye and Hughes for permitting Mr. Cocking's ascent, the proprietor of the gardens at Cheltenham would not allow the experiment to be made, and Mr. Hampton was obliged to have recourse to stratagem. As he was permitted to display his parachute in the way he intended to use it, the idea flashed across his mind that he could carry out his long-nursed wishes. He suddenly cut the rope which kept him down, and went off to the astonishment of the spectators; the last cheering sound that reached him being, "He will be killed to a dead certainty." After attaining an altitude of nearly two miles, he determined to cut the rope that held him. He paused for a second or two, as he remembered it would soon be life or death with him, but at length drew his knife across the rope. The first feelings he experienced were both unpleasant and alarming; his eyes and the top of his head seemed to be forced upwards; but this passed off in a few seconds, and his feelings subsequently were pleasant rather than disagreeable. So steady and slow was the descent that the parachute appeared to be stationary; Mr. Hampton remembered that a bag of ballast was fastened beneath the car, he stooped over and upset the sand; he also noted the time he was descending by his watch. The earth appeared coming up to him rapidly; the parachute indicated his approach by a slight oscillation, and he presently struck the ground in the centre of a field, and was first welcomed by a sheep which stared at him with astonishment. Mr. Hampton repeated the experiment twice again in London, though on both occasions with considerable danger to himself, the first time falling on a tree in Kensington Gardens, the second on a house, which threw him out of the basket. This is an additional proof of the danger of these descents in the vicinity of a town; and though Madame Poitevin has hitherto escaped with the fright, she should not forget that the pitcher goes once too often to the well. Monsieur Poitevin's plan of expanding the parachute by suddenly discharging the gas, is certainly ingenious, and he appears to be a skilful aëronaut; but the very fact of his exposing his wife to imminent peril should prevent Englishmen from countenancing such an exhibition. We have now completed our task; we have traced the history of aërostation from the earliest times to the present day, and the only result to be arrived at is, one of unfeigned regret at the low position the science of aërostation now assumes. Let us hope we may yet see the day when it will be applied to purely scientific and experimental purposes. Professional aëronauts may fancy our remarks are harsh and uncalled-for; let them believe that we are actuated by a sincere love of the science, and let them remember, that through their own conduct they have brought ballooning to what it is-leaving entirely out of sight what it should be. THE EVE OF ALL-SOULS. BY MRS. ACTON TINDAL. III. THE DEATH IN CHILDBIRTH—IN MEMORY OF MRS. PUREY CUST. Wo! when the mother's eyelids close, As wake the babe's on earth; Ah! piteous is the death of those Wo! when love perishes in bloom, Amid the spirit hosts that night, For long months loved unseen, Who haunted all her sleep, Solemn and still before my sight Oft comes that darkened room, Fantastic gleams of red fire light The hopeless gaze of streaming eyes The unmoved cradle, empty chair, A hundred proofs of loving care They dare not hope, who saw the hue That o'er her young face rose, The awe of that repose, The darkness of those drooping eyes, Whence the still teardrops stole— Bright o'er the ruffled pillows strayed My cousin! round thy darken'd bed The mother's cold breast lay. They smoothed the still folds of thy shroud, But thou hast left in all the hearts That knew and loved thee well And oft recurring sounds and things Thee to my thrilling memory brings The gentle sound in garden bowers THE UNKNOWN PICTURE. And the sun is bright, and the valleys are green, The Light of a Saviour's eye! CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND. Genius of the master painter, It is thine to seize and trace Chronicling the fleet impression, Thou redeem'st from death awhile, Peopling with the vanished faces, And the forms we view no more, Pictured in life's calm decline, None could tell her name or fortunes; Of that robe of light and shade. Sat she, and I knew no more; Till that night when, 'mid the spirits, And she knew, and stayed before me, And my pleasure wore, and sorrow, "Young was I, and early wedded "Beauteous was my home, and lonely- "Lying nigh my latticed window, "Sweetly from the flow'ring bean-fields, "Sweeping through the juicy herbage "Then I felt my heart beat quicker, "Yes! with prayer I sought to guard them, As I felt the tear-mist rise, From a thankful happy spirit, O'er the windows of mine eyes! "But no year is always summer, "Chilly mornings greyly rising, "With release from weary weakness, Ever death appeared before me, When my heart said hope was vain. |