Literary Cadet, And Saturday Evening Bulletin

POETRY.

We publish the annexed French effusion, together with the prefatory remarks, as we are willing to gratify the gentleman who communicated them, although we are aware that a considerable proportion of our readers, will not be instructed in the perusal.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE LITERARY CADET.

Sir--Professor Stewart, in his Philosophy of the Human Mind, in that chapter which treats of the association of ideas, alludes to a celebrated air, which is said to have produced such an effect upon the soldiers of Switzerland, whenever they heard it in a foreign land, that they deserted in great numbers, to revisit their friends and sacred homes.--Those whose honor scorned desertion, became melancholy, sickened and died--martyrs to their own feelings. I enclose the words of the air, which are in French, trusting that some lover of song will give the plaintive sentiments which they so tenderly express, a poetical translation. If not, the insertion of them in your paper will oblige

A SUBSCRIBER.

Quand reverrai je en un jour
Tous les objets de mon amour,
Nos clairs ruisseaux
Nos humeaux
Nos coteaux
Nos montagnes?

La si gentil la Isabeau
Et l'ornement des nos compaigns
A l'ombre d'un ormeau,
Quand danserai je au son du chalumeau?

Quand reverrai je en un jour
Tous les objets de mon amour?

Mon Pere
Ma Mere
Mon Frere
Ma Soeur
Mes Agneaux
Mes Tropeaux
Ma Bergere.