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VOL. XXXVIII.

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THE history of the Sea-Unicorn, as far as regards the traits that distinguish it from the rest of the cetaceous tribe, would be brief indeed, if we were to confine ourselves to what is positively known of it; but the history of an animal is not confined within such narrow limits; it embraces the opinions that have been held on the subject, especially when they have been widely spread and handed down to us from one generation to another. They, then, cannot be regarded merely as the offspring of the imagination, and we naturally conclude that something of reality must have given rise

to them.

Aristotle and Pliny, with several other Greek and Roman naturalists, speak of the unicorn in several of their works. The Greeks called it monoceros, and the Romans, unicornos, from which our word unicorn is derived.

A unicorn was, as stated by the ancients, an animal essentially characterized by a horn placed in the middle of the forehead. Pliny describes it thus in Book viii. of his Natural History

"The unicorn is a very ferocious animal, having the head of a stag, the feet of an elephant, the tail of a boar, and which, in other parts, resembles a horse, only it has a black horn, about three feet in length, in the middle of the forehead. It is impossible to take it alive."

This is not the only account that the ancients have left us of the unicorn; but they are nearly all of a similar nature. The horns of these animals, as believed by them, was a preservative against incurable diseases, convulsions, poison, and the bite of reptiles; and therefore princes and other great men, whose lives were in daily peril, placed great value on them on account of their virtues.

Many of the horns that have been handed down to us among the treasures of kings, as being those of unicorns, are nothing but a species of tooth resembling that of the elephant.

The real horns are of two kinds: the one apparently that of the rhinoceros, which seems to be the unicorn described by Pliny; for the feet of the elephant, the tail of

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the boar, the impossibility of taking it alive, are features which decidedly belong to this animal. The other is that of the antelope, and although stated that this animal had been seen with one horn, it might have been an instance of natural defect, or the result of accident. Then, without hazarding too much, we may say that the unicorns of the ancients were nothing more nor less than the rhinoceros, and a certain species of the antelope. Among the supposed horns that the ancients have left us, a great number of them are the teeth of the narval, or seaunicorn, so called from its having a tooth from seven to ten feet long. Among all the variety of weapons with which nature has armed her various tribes, there is not one so large or so formidable as the tusk of the narval. This terrible weapon is generally found single, and some are of opinion that the animal is only furnished with one by nature; but there is ample proof of instances to the contrary, for a narval with two teeth was for some time to be seen at the Stadthouse, at Amsterdam. The tooth, or horn, of the sea-unicorn, is as straight as an arrow, is wreathed, and tapers to a sharp point; and is whiter, heavier, and harder than ivory.

The form of the sea-unicorn, as may be seen from the engraving prefixed to this article, resembles that of the dolphin, the head being about the seventh part of the body; the mouth is exceedingly small when compared to the enormous bulk of the animal, the eyes keen, and the nostrils placed on the top of the head.

The narvel varies in colour according to age; when young, the back is greyish, with small spots of a dark hue; and when full grown, is whitish, with small brown or grey spots, which vary much in their depth

of colour.

The sea-unicorn is generally found about Greenland and Iceland, but Lacepède, in his account of this animal, states that one was seen near Boston. They swim with great rapidity, and are rendered formidable by their tusks, which they sometimes bury in the sides of a ship or in the body of the whale. They are generally seen in numbers, and whenever they are attacked they crowd

together in such a manner that they embarrass each other by their tusks.

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"We one day saw," says Scoresby, in his "Voyage to Greenland," a great number of narvals, that swam near us in parties of fifteen to twenty; the majority of them were males, and had very long horns, or tusks, and seemed to be enjoying themselves by raising their horns above the water, and crossing them as if fencing. During their play they made a very strange noise, as if water were gurgling in their throats, which was probably the case, as the noise was only heard when they lifted their heads above the water. The greater number, apparently attracted by curiosity, followed the vessel, and as the water was clear, we could plainly see them go down to the keel and play with the rudder."

The narval lives upon small fish, and not, as Cravez has asserted, upon seaplants. Scoresby, in the following passage, confirms our statement:

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My father sent me the contents of the stomach of a narval, which appeared to me very extraordinary. It consisted of small fishes half digested, with the bones and fins of others, besides the fragments of cuttlefish, which seemed to constitute its principal food. There was a part of the back-bone of a turbot, fragments of another, with one almost entire this was about two feet three inches long, and one foot eight inches broad. It is strange that the narval, without teeth, and having a very small mouth, apparently inflexible lips, and a short tongue, is able to seize and swallow a fish about three times larger than its mouth. As the animal in which these extraordinary contents were found was a male, with a tusk of seven feet, I think that this weapon had been used to catch the fish which had recently been made his prey. It is probable that the turbot had been pierced and killed before devoured, otherwise it is difficult to imagine how the narval was able to seize it, or how a fish of such activity as the turbot would allow itself to be taken by one with smooth lips, without teeth to catch, and without the means of holding it."

The sea-unicorn, like the whale, is often used as food, and is, in fact, more valuable than any other cetaceous animal, as the oil which it furnishes is considered the best.

An anecdote relative to narval fishing, which attracted our notice, may not be unacceptable to our readers.

Etienne Turgot was one of the most respectable fishermen of Greenland, and from his expertness in spearing and harpooning the narval and the whale, was respected by all his craft. He had a wife, on whom he doated; and a son, a boy of seven years of age, whose daring disposition and fear-nought character was often the cause of many a sad hour to the mother; but it warmed the father's heart to see in

his offspring the same wild spirit that had characterized his own young days,-to hear of a miraculous escape, which reminded him of some of the hazardous scenes of his own daring boyhood.

For several months the son (Pierre) had his mind bent on going out on a fishing excursion with his father; and when the parent returned home at night, the first thing that saluted his ears was,—

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Father, I must go to-morrow."

The indulgent parent, after much persuasion, at last consented; and the following morning was fixed for the fishing excursion.

Pierre slept but little; for his night was spent in dreams. At one time he was chased by a whale, or some other monster of the deep, at another he was making his way home with one on his back. At last morning came, and up he got to wake his father; and shortly afterwards they were gliding along in their light boat-the parent on the look-out for narvals, the son gazing into the crystal element, shouting, from time to time,

"O! what a fish; if I could reach it."

Thus they moved onwards, the father casting an occasional affectionate glance on the son, while the latter was too busy to see anything but the small fishes that were sporting beneath him.

After gazing for some time on the broad expanse of water, Etienne imagined that he saw something resembling a fish moving on the surface. On drawing nearer he perceived a horn projecting three feet out of the water, and nothing daunted, exclaimed,—

"Ah, ah; a narval!" Scarcely had he uttered these words, when he heard a plunge behind him; and on turning round, he discovered that his son had fallen into the water. The fond parent was about to plunge after him, when his eye caught sight of the tooth of the narval, which was rapidly gliding towards the place where Pierre was. Etienne stood for a moment horror-struck, gazing wildly at his son as he came up gurgling to the surface, then on the huge creature that was threatening to destroy the object of his affection. That presence of mind which had characterized his former actions in time of danger, did not forsake him at this critical moment. He seized his spear, fixed his keen eye upon the frightful animal, raised himself in the boat, and, aiming a thrust at its head, plunged into the water. For a moment nothing seen; neither the father, son, nor fish. All was as if nothing had taken place, save that the water round the boat was tinctured with blood. Was it that of one, or all of them? No, not of all; for, a few moments afterwards, Etienne reached the surface, bearing in his arms his cherished boy.

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When once more safely seated in the boat, the father and son looked everywhere

for the wounded fish and the lost spear; but their search was in vain. At last they returned home; and on the husband telling his beloved spouse of the danger they had run, the terrified mother began to scold Pierre for his temerity; but the boy, accustomed to such rebukes, replied,

Years have elapsed; and, in spite of all Pierre's solicitations, the prudent mother would not again hear of him accompanying his father on another fishing excursion.

MOUNTAIN BOY.

(From the German of Ludwig Uhland.)
I'm the herdsman-boy of the mountain heath,
Looking down upon all the gay folks beneath:
Here, his first morning visit the sun loves to pay,
And with me, to the last, dwells his parting ray,
For I am the lad of the mountain!

Here, the torrent its birthplace hath chosen-alone
I drink it all fresh from its cradle-stone;
It leaps from the rock-wildly dashes away,-
But I take it up in my hand to play,

For I am the lad of the mountain!

The mountain's my own-mine inherited ground,
And tempest and storm, though they gather around,
And howl from the north or the south as they will,
Yet the shout of my song is above them still.
I am the lad of the mountain !

the quivering hand of pale affection shall pay me.' Chap. 17 eulogizes his magnificent entry, at night, into Paris. In chap. 20 he may well say, "My ink burns my fingers to try:" for he is entering on his celebrated Abbess of Andouillet's visit to the hot baths of Bourbon; and who could “Ah, mother; if you had seen what a have told this tale equal to him? It must beauty it was, you would not scold me. If have been the recollection of rich passages my arm had been a little longer I am sure like this, which caused Mr. Wilks, in some I should have caught it." severe political pages of his North Briton, suddenly to break out, on recollecting Mr. Sterne, when he calls him "that amazing comic genius, Tristram Shandy." Gresset in his Ver Vert dares go no further than place the two awkward words "des mots effroyables," into the mouth of a parrot. Sterne boldly gives them to the lips of the holy abbess and her novitiate. The poor muleteer is most pleasantly described as "the happiest and most thoughtless of mortal men," when he entered the little inn at the foot of the hill. What a sketch might the late Mr. Leverege have given of him! Chap. 22 marks the thorough contempt which the shrewd crafty old devil of a mule exhibits for the old lady. Chap. 31 discovers his eagerness to be at the tomb of the lovers, when he was stopped at the gate by a poor ass with large panniers on his back, eating the stem of an artichoke for his bitter breakfast, with a submissive endurance of sufferings in his looks. He was heavily laden-his legs seemed to tremble under him. As I pulled at his halter, it broke short in my hand-he looked up pensive in my face: "Don't thrash me with it--but if you will, you may." If I do," said I," I'll be d-d." Mr. Sterne was again stopped at this gate by the commissary from the postoffice, with whom passed some most admirable colloquies, and he soon afterwards perceived that he had lost his remarks from his coat-pocket, and "never did sorry tra veller make such a pother and racket about them as I did. Heaven! earth! sea! fire! said I, my remarks are stolen! I must have my remarks they were the best remarks that ever were made-the wisest-the wittiest-what shall I do?" It at last occurred to him that he had left them in the chaise, which he had sold to a chaise-vamper. is painful thus to cut to pieces and to dislocate these fine pages of Mr. Sterne, but the next chapter brings him to the chaisevamper's house, when his wife, on taking off the papillottes from her hair, dropped one, which Sterne instantly perceived to be his. It is from this point that we are indebted to the genius of Mr. Leslie for his inimitable print of" The Lost Found," engraved by Rogers, which, with delicacy and felicity, has finely caught the very spirit of Sterne's interview. If there were no other merit in this admired effort than the original countenance and the original wig of Sterne,

Though thunder and lightning beneath me fly,
Yet I'm standing alone, in a clear blue sky;
I know them well, and I call to them, Ho!
Let my father's house bide in peace there below!
For I am the lad of the mountain !

And when the alarm-bell has sounded so shrill,
And many a beacon has blazed from the hill-
Then I hasten me down,-join the eager throng,
And handle my sword-and sing my song-
I am the lad of the mountain.

G. M.

REMINISCENCES OF STERNE:
TRISTRAM SHANDY.

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(Concluded from p. 150, vol. xxxvii.) VOL. VII.-Chap. 2 describes his sickness in his passage to Calais, scarcely over-matched, perhaps, by the well-remembered Mr. Mathews' display of it. Chap. 5 gives his admirable antiquarian research on the antiquities of Calais. Chap. 9 says, “ There is not a town in all France which, in my opinion, looks better in the mass, than Montreuil; I own it does not look so well in the book of post-roads; but when you come to see it-to be sure it looks most pitifully. There is one thing however in it at present very handsome; and that is, the innkeeper's daughter." His severe invective against an inn at Abbeville, in chap. 12, feelingly refers to his forebodings on the last great catastrophe, when "the last services of wiping my brow, and smoothing my pillow,

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