er, his hand
dropped on his knee, where it still moved as if in the act of writing,
till the angel of death summoned him.

[5] Monthly Magazine, July.

The remains of the poet, after lying in state in the hall of his mansion
for five hours, were deposited, on March 26, in the grand ducal family
vault at Weimar near to those of Schiller. On the same day, the theatre
which had been closed from respect to his memory, was opened with the
representation of his Tasso. An epilogue was composed for the occasion
by Chancellor Muller, the intimate friend of Goethe. Its last stanza
produced a profound impression upon the audience:--"The spot where great
men have exercised their genius remains for ever sacred. The waves of
time silently efface the hours of life; but not the great works which
they have seen produced. What the power of genius has created, is
rarified like the air of the Heavens,--its apparition is fugitive,--its
works are eternal."

Goethe has left several MSS. for publication. Among them is a volume of
his early life in Weimar, a volume of poems, the second part of "Faust,"
interesting letters, &c.

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NOTES OF A READER.

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BEAR-HUNTING IN CANADA.

(_From a Backwoodsman's Sketches._[6])

[6] Published by Murray, Albemarle Street. (_To a Correspondent,
J.F., Lambeth Terrace._)

When a bear runs away with one of your pigs, there is no use in going
after him, hallooing, without a gun. You may scare him away from the
mutilated carcass, but it will make but indifferent pork; since not
being bred in Leadenhall or Whitechapel, he has but a slovenly way of
slaughtering. But trace to where he has dragged it, and near sunset let
self and friend hide themselves within easy distance, and he will be
certain to come for his supper, which, like all sensible animals, he
prefers to every other meal. Nay, it is highly probable, if he possesses
the gallantry which a well-bred bear ought to have, he will bring Mrs.
Bruin and all the children along with him, and you can transact business
with the whole family at once. In hunting the bear, take all the curs in
the village along with you. Game dogs are useless for this purpose; for,
unless properly trained, they fly at the throat, and get torn to pieces
or hugged to death for their pains. The curs yelp after him, bite his
rump, and make him tree, where he can be shot. The bear