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been even from infancy, as she as- for an ugly child is so rare-how is it sured me, considered a beauty. possible that infamcy and innocence

All tiris was appalling, seeing that can look otherwise than beautiful ! I could not, by any attempt, bring Their clear bright eyes, their soft, my opinion to accord with hers.

rose-hued cheeks, their round small It was true, she had blue eyes and limbs-art cannot flatter them. large eyes, but they were all surface, they wanted the bright depth where Oh infancy! if auglit can move another world seems to exist ; where The coldest heart to pity and to love, -in fact-they were eyes that any "Twere surely found in thee ! one might paint. It was, true she had dark liair, and long hair, but

Dim passions mark there was no grace in the head it Stern' manhovd's brow, where age inpresses might otherwise have adorned ; there dark was no expression in any feature ex- The stealing lines of sorrow, but thire' eye cept one, and that made me think, Wears nor distrust, nor grief, nor perjury. every time I looked up, of Polypheme in the 'oratorio. “ Bring me a hun- The next family that claimed my dred reeds of decent growth, to make attention was one much more intera pipe for my capacious mouth.esting than I had been accustomed

Many an hour she devoted to me, to meet with. It consisted of a father, and at length I produced a likeness; three daughters, and a mother, blinil I could'nt help it, I know it was un- and infirm. I am ignorant of their pardonable, and I kiss the rod; it exact rank, but I conceive the father was gazed at, censured, abused, re- must have formerly been in business, jected: she agreed to sit again--to though now retired from busy life to try an entirely new style, “ my poor a beautiful cottage in the country, face ! no artist ever yet succeeded where his constant occnpation was to be sure that of poor dear Flat- gardening ; so devoted was he to this teurine's would have been exact, but passion that his outward man indihe died, dear man, before it was cated a regular professor of that anfinished !” Dreadful thought! I de- cient art, no amateur: and it was termined that should not be my ca- difficult for strangers to recognize tastrophe if I could help it, and be- the lord of the mansion in his blue, gan with fresh vigour. "She chose to tucked-up apron, and clouted shoon. appear as Hebe, and she did—it was The tender and unremitting attention an excellent picture, totally unlike of the two youngest girls, who were the former ; “but Mamma,” said her twins, to their mother, delighted me little daughter, “ what is that little extremely. I did not see the eldest jug for? and the lady looks so cold for some time, and I observed that without her gown, poor thing!" when her name was mentioned, a

This little connoisseur next took sadness seemed to follow, and silence, her place with her brother, and an as if it roused some feelings that infant ten months old claimed my could not be immediately suppressed:

the latter having previously this raised my curiosity to see her; determined not to submit to any such but I had little chance of infliction, made it a point to whine being gratified-she never appeared. and “ shirl," and sulk, and storm, The twins were very charming, they and rage ; during which the nurses sang the prettiest duets imaginable, uttered all the inexpressive sounds their voices blended so sweetly, they that are resorted to in similar


looked so innocent and placid, and till a new Babel woke; there were yet there wus some uneasiness that I the knockings, the dancings, the could not penetrate. I should hare whirlings, the joggings, threatening thought it was the blindness of their discomfiture to all my apparatus. 1 parent, but she was so tranquil, so bore it all, however, and came off in resigned ; employed herself so contriumph, having produced three che- stantly with one little delicate work · rubs, without the wings or or other, and spoke so cheerfully

rounding clouds. They were pro- about her affliction that it could not nounced inimitable, and I saved my be that. credit with but little sacrifice of truth, “O soaring bird, that rostest upon


my wish


the Südree, thy station is not this like berries, contrast with its bright confined place of sorrow!"

leaf, while those that are unripe form One morning, chance gratified me a pleasing variety of paler greenwith a sight of the incognita. I had the underwood of dwarf St. John's arrived earlier than usual, and the wort with its star-like yellow flowers family were not prepared for me: hanging over the path: other alleys while I waited, observing that a glass of dim fir, and others of luxuriant door which led into the garden stood flowers in wild variety; the tigeropen, I strolled out, and following flower and dahlia of every hue, with the direction of a terrace from whence all the rich gems that autumn scatters a fine view of woods and hills ex- in her train. tended, I came to a shaded walk of A steep descent, which art had limes, the coolness and beauty of taught to imitate the rugged wildness which invited me to go on. After of nature, promised to lead me to sauntering up this avenue, and ad- the beauties I contemplated at a miring the regularity of the long distance, and I abandoned myself to straight stems through which the sun its guidance in the pleasing uncergleamed, chequering the path with tainty of losing my way in this labyinterrupted light, while the high rinth of beauty. I was mistaken in branches far above murmured in the supposing I should reach the fairy wind from which their thickness shel- scene I wished to see nearer; for, tered me, I came to a rising ground, instead of that, I stood before a which, as I advanced, led me to a ruined arch overgrown with climbing rude flight of steps irregularly form- plants, beyond which, in a small ed in the hill side, and having climbed court surrounded by high broken them, I found myself on an elevated fragments of stone, an antique founspot crowned with tall trees of dif- tain was playing in the front of what ferent kinds, while below in a deep might be a cave' or grotto: I was hollow I was surprised by observing advancing when the sound of music a highly cultivated garden glowing arrested my steps, and listening attenwith a profusion of flowers and flow- tively, I heard the following words, ering shrubs. Many paths branched accompanied with much taste by a off from this parterre, some planted guitar. with laurel, whose deep red, cherry

There may be hope, though long removed,

And time may vanish'd joys restore;
But those fond moments when we loved

Are gone—and may return no more !
To some those joys renew'd may be,
But never can revive for me!
Once what delight my soul has known

To dwell upon thy cherish'd name;
I start to find that years have flown,

And see thee changed, myself the same.
The same as when unknown to care,

The same in sorrow-in despair ! The last words were interrupted now. I had rather not stay here by deep sighs, and I heard the sooth- they come to me so often, and I being voice of one of the twin sisters gin to grow terrified—make haste say: Dear Amy (which name be- don't you see them now at the end of trayed to me the secret), why do you the cave?” “ See what, my dear sissing that song ? you know it always ter ?” said my friend.

" The spirits makes you so melancholy; now do to be sure," was the answer ; “ this is come in and see the picture ; it will their time to come, and if we go be finished to-day, and we must hear directly we shall miss them-come!" your opinion." 'A deep low voice At these words they came out of answered, “ Aye, now ; let me go the grotto; 1 intended to have re

tired before they perceived me, but

In short they were privately marwas too late, and finding I was dis- ried, and soon after her husband recovered I joined them, when my ceived orders to accompany his regiyoung acquaintance, with some em- ment to India ! This was a severe barrassment, introduced her eldest announcement to the lovers, but sister, Mrs.

The latter re they had no alternative but to part ceived my salutations without any with tears and mutual vows, still remarks of confusion, or any of that solving to conceal their marriage till wildness I had been so much startled better fortune should smile on him. at in her conversation.

She was

Her sorrow, which she found it imdressed in deep mourning, a long possible to hide, in a little time bewhite veil was wound round her head trayed her secret to her mother; and, in rather a fantastic manner, and her contrary to the expectations the beautiful light auburn tresses escaped fears of the lovers had conjured up, from it; she was very pale and deli- the news was not only calmly recately fair, which was more remark- ceived, but her father, in his anxiety able from the contrast formed by her for the happiness of his beloved large, full, hazel eyes, shaded by child, immediately set preparations dark lashes, that gave them the effect on foot for her joining her husband. of deep black; her face altogether All was arranged, and she embarked was one, such as Guido loved to re- -she reached the Cape, and beheld present, and its extreme pensive the tomb of him whom she sought ! beauty quite charmed me.

I saw

he had been seized with a fever her frequently afterwards, but she which had carried him off in a few never spoke, and I regarded her as a days. She returned broken-hearted lovely vision. Her story I heard to her parents, and when her son was lately from an old woman, who had born, his mother had no longer power formerly been a domestic of the fa- to welcome her child; her intellect mily. It is strange how linked toge- became deranged ; and, though by ther are almost all the beings in the degrees she partially recovered from world, from what apparently oppo- that affliction, deep fits of melansite sources information is drawn. choly frequently visited her mind,

She had at a very early period of and rendered her incapable of joining her life formed an attachment to a in society. Her mother's blindness young man, her senior only by a few and the loss of her infant increased years, who being entirely without her sorrows and her malady. She fortune, and in the army-a circum- was extremely gentle and fearful in stance which she knew would be a the extreme-no violence was to be. great obstacle with her family, had dreaded from her-she excited the little chance of obtaining the consent tenderest compassion, but no feeling of her friends to their union. He of terror: her frequent theme was was handsome, agreeable, and de- that chosen in the song I heard, voted; he wrote the most exquisite namely, complaint of the inconstancy verses, at least she could not but of some cherished object-such is the think so, for she inspired them; they inconsistency of madness; so does it were both young and imprudent, and add bitterness to grief by imaginary thought

wrongs—for her love Quando un alma è all' altra unita

- he had the truest heart. Qual piacer un cor risente!

Oh! he was heavenly true,
Ah si tolga dalla vita
Tutto quel che non è amor. *


* When hearts are link'd in one soft chain,

All joy the moments move,
Ah! every hour of life is vain

That is not pass'd in love !--P. P.


Since Fate my ev'ry hope destroys

I may not sing of love to thee,
Nor tear thee from thy own pure joys

To bind thee to my misery.
Thy smile's too like an angel's smile,

Thy truth too like an angel's truth-
To win thy confidence with guile,
And blast the prospects of thy youth.

I will not say that joy may bless

The soul that is so lonely now, Nor bid thee think that happiness

Will warm my heart and ray my brow. Oh! no; I feel that bliss can ne'er

In this cold world again be mine: I would not wed thee to despairI would not wound a heart like thine ;—.

3. I would not give those eyes a tear,

I would not wrong their smiling light, Nor make that breast the seat of fear,

Nor promise hope, and scatter blight,I would not let one pang be given,

To sere thy mind or dim thy charms, For all that earth, for all that heaven, Contain within their giant arms.

4. Life is for thee a cloudless scene

A summer scene where thou may'st stray O'er sunny hills and valleys green,

Beneath the light of pleasure's ray. I will not as thou journey'st forth

Hang like a cloud thy path above; Nor as the rude and cruel North Breathe o'er thy soul my with'ring love.

5. Thou shalt not fall beneath the blast

That pours its deadliest wrath on me,
But live serenely to the last,

And glide into eternity,
With all thy feelings pure and still

As autumn's sunset-summer's calm,
When evening from her silent hill
Drops on the vale her tears of balın.

0. I will not deem thy smile less sweet

When it shall beam no more on me, Nor think that others use deceit,

Who tell their hopes and love to thee. And when some other youth shall gain

Thy spotless heart I'll ne'er repine, But joy that one I loved in vain

Has found a happier breast than mine.



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CONSIDERING the Scriptures mere- may perhaps be said, that in it the ly, in a literary point of view, and boldness, the mental audacity which without any reference to their divine always characterizes a true genius object,—the leading of our minds to for the sublime, has here reached its virtue, and thenceforward to happi- utmost limit,-if in one phrase it has ness,-it is beyond doubt that they not even transgressed it. contain more sublime, more trans- pression,

« hast thou clothed his cendently sublime passages, more neck with thunder?” i. e. with a beautiful, more exquisitely beautiful sound, though authenticated by Gray verses, than are to be met with in any in his Progress of Poesy,* is perhaps profane work. Whilst I was yet too vague a metaphor to be distinctly but young in criticism, it was my apprehended,—if indeed it be anyhabit to TM memorize” in a book of thing more than a mere euphonous tablets such phrases as particularly; collection of syllables which captistruck me by their vigour or elegance vates the ear. I am far from wishin the course of my desultory read.' ing to reduce poetry to logic, or to ing. On looking over the earliest of try it by the rules of that art; but it these juvenile records, some days certainly should be always reducible ago, I found the two following ex- to sense, and be always conformable tracts placed in the van, as exempli- to the standard of reason. I do not fying what I then considered to be even require that the rationale of a the chef d'auvre of sublime and poetical expression should be always beautiful composition, respectively. definable in words; because the With a judgment (such as it is), power of words is not sufficiently somewhat more matured, and a course flexible, and cannot always reach of study somewhat more extended, the subtlety of thought. Words are I do not know that I could now se- fixed and unchangeable in their lect a finer specimen of either kind. meaning; thought is indefinitely moThey are as follow:

difiable; its different shades must

therefore frequently elude the grasp Hast thou given the horse strength ? hast of words, and its various forms be thou clothed his neck with thunder ? Canst thou make him afraid as a grass

often too delicate for the rude hand hopper ? the glory of his nostrils is terri- of language to seize without crushble.

ing. But I certainly require that the He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth rationale of every poetical expression in his strength! he goeth on to meet the should be apprehensible by the reaarmed men.

der, i. e. should be mentally expliHe mocketh at fear, and is not affright- cable to himself. If it fulfils this coned; neither turneth 'he back from the dition, no more is necessary; but sword.

if it does not, if it affords the reader The quiver rattleth against him, the no distinguishable (not definable) obglittering spear and the shield.

He swalloweth the ground in fierce. ject of contemplation, it is to all ness and rage: neither believeth he that it

intents and purposes without meanis the sound of the trumpet.

ing, that is, it is non-sense. He saith among the trumpets, Ha! ha! member once repeating, with all the and he smelleth the battle afar off, the enthusiasm of youthful admiration, thunder of the captains, and the shouting. the above description of the war

Job, chap. xxxix. horse in Job, to a friend who is more Consider the lilies of the field how they of a mathematician, and less of a grow: they toil not, neither do they spin ; “ poet," than I am. He immedi

And yet I say unto you, That even So- ately demanded of me what was loinon in all his glory was not afrayed like meant by “ clothing a horse's neck one of these.

St. Matthew, chap. vi. with a sound?” I was puzzled, but Of the first of these quotations it I would not confess it. I was * Speaking of the horses of Pindar, he says,

With necks in thunder clothed, and long resounding pace.
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