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And a murmuring music is on the trees, And the summer reigns on the quiet spot
Oh ! just such a voice was hers.

Whore we dwell-and its suns and showers

Bring balm to our sisters' hearts, but not Silent and sad her tomb is there,

Oh! not to ours !
And my early visions too,
But her spirit is ling'ring in the air, We live--we bloom-but forever o'er
And her tears are in the dew,

Is the charm of the earth and sky:
And the light of her maidenly-mournful eyes, To our life, ye heavens, that balm restore,
On her bower hath never set,

Or bid us die !” For it dwells in the stars, and it gleams from the skies,

The “Lines to an Orphan," by On a lonely bosom yet.”

Mrs. Hemans, are full of that sweetCan anything be more spirited than ness yet sorrowfulness of affection in the following, by T. Marshall ? which she excels.

The Hunted Stag: a Sketch. “ Thou hast been rear'd too tenderly, What sounds are on the mountain blast?

Beloved too well and long, Like bullet from the arbalast,

Watch'd by too many a gentle eye :
Was it the hunted quarry past

Now look on life—be strong!
Right up Ben-ledi's side ?

Too quiet seem'd thy joys for change,
So near, so rapidly he dash'd,

Too holy and too deep ;
Yon lichen'd bough has scarcely plash'd Bright clouds, through summer skies that range,
Into the torrent's tide.

Seem oftimes thus to sleep,-
Ay!—The good hound may bay beneath,
The hunter wind his horn;

To sleep, in silvery stillness bound,
He dared ye through the flooded Teith As things that ne'er may melt;
As a warrior in his scorn !

Yet gaze again-no trace is found
Dash the red rowel in the steed,

To show thee where they dwelt.
Spur, laggards, while ye may!

This world hath no more love to give
St. Hubert's shaft to a stripling's reed, Like that which thou hast known;
He dies no death to-day!

Yet the heart breaks not-we survive • Forward !'-Nay, waste not idle breath,

Our treasures and bear on.
Gallants, ye win no green-wood wreath; But oh ! too beautiful and blest
His antlers dance above the heath,

Thy home of youth hath been;
Like chieftain's plumed helm;

Where shall thy wing, poor bird ! find rest, Right onward for the western peak,

Shut out from that sweet scene ?
Where breaks the sky in one white streak,
See, Isabel, in bold relief,

Kind voices from departed years
To Fancy's eye, Glenartney's chief,

Must haunt thee many a day;
Guarding his ancient realm.

Looks that will smite the source of tears,
So motionless, so noiseless there,

Across thy soul must play.
His foot on rock, his head in air,

Friends--now the alter'd or the dead-
Like sculptor's breathing stone !

And music that is gone,
Then, snorting from the rapid race,
Snuffs the free air a moment's space,

A gladness o'er thy dreams will shed,

And thou shalt wake alone.
Glares grimly on the baffled chase,
And seeks the covert lone,”

Alone !-it is in that deep word

That all thy sorrow lies;
We regret we have not room for the How is the heart to courage stirr’d
“ Dead Pirate,” by the same author. By smiles from kindred eyes !
The next little poem is very exquisite And are these lost ? and have I said

_" one haunting touch of melancholy To aught like thee-be strong ?
thought.” It is from the pen of Mr. So bid the willow lift its head,
E. Lytton Bulwer.

And brave the tempest's wrong!

Thou reed ! o'er which the storm hath pass'd, “ The Complaint of the Violets.

Thou, shaken with the wind, By the silent foot of the shadowy hill

On one, one friend, thy weakness cast,

There is but One to bind.”
We slept in our green retreats,
And the April showers were wont to fill
Our hearts with sweets;

There are two clever, but too alle

gorical, poems by Mr. Praed : we preAnd though we lay in a lowly bower, Yet all things loved us well,

fer his charades, flowing in the most And the waking bee left its fairest flower musical verse, filled with poetical imaWith us to dwell.

gery, and original as the character he But the warm May came in his pride to woo alone seems able to give them. How

The wealth of our virgin store,
And our hearts just felt his breath, and knew

very gracefully turned is the compliTheir sweets no more !

ment in this one page.

“ Come from my First, ay, come!

The battle dawn is nigh; And the screaming trump and the thundering

Are calling thee to die !
Fight as thy father fought,

Fall as thy father fell ;
Thy task is taught, thy shroud is wrought :

Soforward ! and farewell !
Toll ye, my Second ! toll !

Fling high the flambeau's light; And sing the hymn for a parted soul,

Beneath the silent night! The wreath upon his head,

The cross upon his breast,Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed :

Somtake him to his rest!
Call ye my Whole, ay, call !

The lord of lute and lay ;
And let him greet the sable pall

With a noble song to-day.
Go, call him by his name ;

No fitter hand may crave
To light the flame of a soldier's fame

On the turf of a soldier's grave !"
Need we add the solution in the name
of Campbell ? We must find space
for two or three more.
“ Morning is beaming o'er brake and bower,
Hark! to the chimes from yonder tower ;
Call ye my First from her chamber now,
With her snowy veil and her jewelled brow.
Lo! where my Second, in gorgeous array,
Leads from his stable her beautiful bay,
Looking for her, as he curvets by,
With an arching neck and a glancing eye.
Spread is the banquet, and studied the song ;
Ranged in meet order the menial throng ;
Jerome is ready with book and stole,
And the maidens fling flowers, but where is my

Whole? Look to the hill-is he climbing its side ? Look to the stream-is he crossing its tide ? Out on the false one! he comes not yet Lady, forget him, yea, scora and forget.”

Of weeping eyes and wounded hearts,

Of kisses and of chains;
He said, though Love was kin to Grief,

He was not born to grieve,
He said, though many rued belief,

She safely might believe :
But still the lady shook her head,

And swore, by yea and nay,
My Whole was all that he had said,

And all that he could say.
He said my First—whose silent car

Was slowly wandering by,
Veiled in a vapor faint and far

Through the unfathomed sky,-Was like the smile whose rosy light

Across her young lips passed,
Yet oh! it was not half so bright,

It changed not half so fast :
But still the Lady shook her head,

And swore, by yea and nay,
My Whole was all that he had said,

And all that he could say.
And then he set a cypress wreath

Upon his raven hair,
And drew his rapier from its sheath,

Which made the lady stare ;
And said his life-blood's purple flow

My Second there should dim,
If she he loved and worshiped so

Would only weep for him :
But still the lady shook her head,

And swore, by yea and nay,
My Whole was all that he had said,

And all that he could say.”

In adding the solutions, bridegroom -nightcap-moonshine, we confess to only guessing, so that our readers may still exercise their ingenuity. We shall finish with a poem by L. E. L.

The Fountain : a Ballad. Why startest thou back from that fount of sweet

water ? The roses are drooping while waiting for • Ladye, 'tis dark with the red hue of slaugh

ter, There is blood on that fountain-oh! whose

may it be ? Uprose the ladye at once from her dreaming,

Dreams born of sighs from the violets round, The jasmine bough caught in her bright tress

es, seeming In pity to keep the fair prisoner it bound; Tear-like the white leaves fell round her, as,

breaking The branch in her haste, to the fountain she

flew, The wave and the flowers o'er its mirror

were reeking, Pale as the marble around it she grew. She followed its track to the grove of the wil

low, To the bower of the twilight it led her at

last, There lay the bosom so often her pillow, But the dagger was in it, its beating was



“ My First was dark o'er earth and air,

As dark as she could be !
The stars that gemmed her ebon hair

Were only two or three :
King Cole saw twice as many there

As you or I could see.
• Away, King Cole,' mine hostess said,

· Flagon and flask are dry ; Your nag is neighing in the shed,

For he knows a storm is nigh.'
She set my Second on his head,

And she set it all awry.
He stood upright upon his legs--

Long life to good King Cole !
With wine and cinnamon, ale and eggs,

He filled a silver bowl; He drained the draught to the very dregs,

And he called that draught my Whole.”

“ He talked of daggers and of darts,

Of passions and of pains,

Round the neck of the youth a light chain was She bowed her fair face on the sleeper before entwining,

her, The dagger had cleft it, she joined it again, Night came and shed its cold tears on her One dark curl of his, one of her's like gold

brow; shining,

Crimson the blush of the morning past o'er ber, • They hoped this would part us, they hoped But the cheek of the maiden returned not its it in vain.

glow. Race of dark hatred, the stern unforgiving, Pale on the earth are the wild flowers weepWhose hearts are as cold as the steel which ing, they wear,

The cypress their column, the night-wind By the blood of the dead, the despair of the their hymn, living,

These mark the grave where those lovers are Oh, house of my kinsman, my curse be your sleeping share !

Lovely--the lovely are mourning for them.”


There is a madness of thrones, and incurably and furiously bostile to both. it is the madness of perpetual desire With an extent of dominion that no -the madness of avarice and accumu- single sceptre can adequately rule, and lation. No extent of dominion can which a few years will see either torn satisfy it; the utter worthlessness of asunder by the violence of rebellion, the object cannot restrain it; desart or falling in pieces by the natural is added to desart, marsh to marsh, a changes of overgrown territory, she is sickly and beggared population is ga- at this hour marshalling her utmost thered to the crowd that are already strength, and laying up debility for perishing in the midst of their uncul- many a year, in the frantic eagerness tured fields ;-yet the passion is still to add the Turkish empire to the keen, and thousands of lives are sacri- Muscovite, the Siberian, and the ficed, years of desperate hazard are Tartar. encountered, and wealth, that might And in this tremendous chase of have transformed the wilderness into power, what is to be trampled under a garden, is Aung away, for the pos- the foot of the furious and guilty pursession of some leagues of territory, suer! The heart sickens at the reckfit only to make the grave of its in- less waste of life and the means of vaders. Austria, at this hour the life, the myriads that must perish in mistress of a prodigious empire, one the field, the more miserable myriads half of which is forest, heath, or that must perish of disease, famine, mountain, unpeopled, or only peopled and the elements let loose upon their by barbarians-Austria, the mistress naked heads; the still deeper wretchof Croatia, the Bannat, and Transyl- edness of those lonely and deserted vania, is longing for Albania, a coun- multitudes, whose havoc makes no try of barren mountain and swampy display in bulletins and gazettes, but valley, with a population of robbers. whose history is registered where the Russia, with a territory almost the eternal eye of justice and vengeance third of the old world, stretching from alone reads—the innumerable host of the Black Sea to the Pole, and from the widow and the orphan. Yet this Finland to the wall of China, is long- weight of calamity is let fall upon ing for the fatal marshes of Wallachia mankind at the word of a single indiand Moldavia ; for the desarts of Ro- vidual :-often the most worthless of melia, and the sovereignty of the fierc- human beings, an empty, gaudy, ignoest race of barbarians on earth, alien rant slave of alternate indolence and by their creed, alien by their habits, sensuality ; trained by the habitual life and cursing the ground that has been of foreign courts to the perpetual indefiled by the tread of a Russian. With dulgence of personal excess, and distwo capitals already hostile to each fering from the contemptible race other, she is struggling for a third, generated by the habits of foreign life,

only by his being the more open dupe ish posts were generally repulsed with of sycophancy, the more prominent heavy loss; and, of the three great object of public alarm, and the more sieges, but one offered the slightest unbridled example of every profligacy hope of success. Shumla, the grand that can debase the individual, or de- object of the campaign, was early moralize the nation.

found to be totally impracticable : SiEurope is again threatened with listria was nearly despaired of, and universal hostilities by the passion of finally was abandoned by a disorderly the Czar to be master of Constantino- and ruinous flight : Varna alone gave ple.—The nominal cause of the war way, after a long succession of attacks; with Turkey is the removal of the and, from the singular circumstances hospodars of Wallachia and Moldavia of its surrender, is still said to have by the Porte. A treaty in 1804 had been bought from the Governor, Yusestablished that those governors of the suf Pacha, a Greek renegade. provinces should be removed only at The campaign was urged into the the end of every seven years ; a period depths of winter, and the weather was fixed by the customary cunning of the remarkably inclement; the Turks were Russian cabinet, as one in which the elated by success, and their attacks hospodars, thus rendered secure from kept the enemy perpetually on the the bow-string, might connect them- alert ; the walls of the great towns selves more effectually with Russia. would not give way; the villages were The hospodars were Greeks, and their burnt, and could give shelter no longnational prejudices allied them to their er; and, as the general result, the new protectors ; they were like all the Russian army were ordered to retreat Greeks of the Fanar-ambitious, cor- from the Danube. The retreat was a rupt, and crafty; and the gold of Rus- second march from Moscow. Everysia was the virtual sceptre of the hos- thing was lost, buried, or taken. The podariates.

horses of the cavalry and artillery The determination of Russia to were totally destroyed, the greater seize upon the European dominions of part of the artillery was hidden in the the Sultan, was at length practically ground, or captured, and the flying exhibited by the march of her troops, army, naked, dismantled, and undisciunder Wittgenstein, to the Danube. plined, was rejoiced to find itself once The Turks, after some affairs of posts, more in the provinces from which it retreated before the powerful army had poured forth a few months before, which now rushed down from Podolia to plant its standards on the seraglio. and Moscow on their scattered parties; Russia, beaten as she has been, has and the three sieges of Shumla, Silis- yet showed that she is too strong for tria, and Varna, were immediately and the Turk; she has mastered Varna, a rashly undertaken.

situation of high importance to her The result of the campaign un- further inorements, and she has been doubtedly disappointed, to a great ex- able to baffle every exertion to wrest tent, the expectations formed of the it out of her hands. She has seized Russian arms. The Turks were often some minor fortresses, and in every the assailants even upon level ground, instance she has been equally able to and were not unfrequently left masters repel the efforts of the enemy. She of the field. Some of their incursions has also conquered a city between the into Wallachia put the Russian corps Balian and Constantinople, which, if into such imminent hazard, that they she shall pass the mountains, will be were saved only by an instant retreat : a place of arms for her troops, and a large convoys were intercepted by the formidable obstacle on the flank of the Turkish cavalry, and the campaign Turkish army. The system of the was speedily discovered to be only the Russian discipline, finance, and influbeginning of a dubious and protracted ence over the population of the North, struggle. The assaults on the Turk- is so immeasurably superior to the

broken and disorderly polity of the into the Levant. There can be no Turk, that if the war be a work of doubt, that with this occasion for the time, victory must fall to the Czar. employment of a naval force, Russia On the other hand we must remember would throw a vast portion of ber the daring and sagacious spirit of the strength into a naval shape ; and that Sultan, the fierce bravery of his peo- while the Circassian forests furnished ple, the power of the most warlike su a tree, or the plains, from the Ukraine perstition on earth, the national ab- to Archangel, supplied hemp and tar, horrence of the Muscovite, and even feet upon fleet would be created in the new intrepidity of recent success. the dock-yards of the Crimea, and be A still more powerful element of de- poured down in overwhelming numbers fence remains, the jealousy or pru- into the Mediterranean. dence of the great European kingdoms. Thus it is impossible that the Czar The possession of Constantinople, by shall attack Constantinople without the masters of Moscow and St. Peters- involving the world in war, and in that burg, would shake the whole Europe- war England must be a principal. an system, by giving, for the time, at The premier's opinion has been disleast, an exorbitant influence to Rus- tinctly stated on this subject, and so sia. England would see in it the far as we can rely on the fluctuating threatened conquest of India : France, wisdom of cabinets, it coincides with the complete supremacy of the Le- that of France and Prussia. To arvant, and the exposure of her own range more systematically the resistshores to a Russian fleet on the first ance to the ruin of Turkey, the Duke hostilities. Spain, though fallen in of Wellington is said to be on the eve the scale, must still resist a measure of an extensive European tour, in which would lay open her immense which he will ascertain the dependsea-line from Barcelona to Cadiz. ence to be placed upon the courts, Austria, alone, might look upon it with and discover how far the Czar may some complacency, if she were bribed have learned moderation from his last by the possession of Albania, or the campaign. But the world is in a feprospect of planting her banners in the verish state : ambition is reviving; Morea. But the aggrandizement of conspiracy is gathering on the Conti. Austria would be resisted by Prussia, nent, and the first hour that sees the and then the whole continent must Russian superiority in the field decihear the Russian trumpets as a sum- sive, will see the great sovereignties mons to prepare for universal war. remonstrating, arming, and finally

The possession of Constantinople rushing, as to a new crusade, but with would be, not merely the mastery of the sword unsheathed, not for the fall, the emporium of Asiatic trade, nor of but for the defence of the turban ! a great fortress from which Asia and That this will be the ultimate conthe East of Europe might be awed; sequence we have no doubt. But the but it would be an immediate and time may not be immediate. We are tremendous instrument of European inclined to think that the French war disturbance by its perpetual transmis- has not yet been sufficiently forgotten sion of the whole naval strength of by the states of central Europe to sufRussia into the centre of Europe. fer them to run the hazards of colliThe Russian feet is unimportant, sion without the most anxious efforts while it is liable to be locked up for for its avoidance. There is a general half the year in the ice of the North ; deficiency of money. All the great or while, to reach the Mediterranean, powers are actually, at this hour, lisit must make the circuit of Europe. ing on loans. There is no power in But if the passage of the Dardanelles Europe whose revenue is enough for were once her own, there is no limit its expenditure. Even in England to the force which she might form in we are borrowing. Our three millions the Black Sea, and pour down direct of exchequer bills, issued in the fif

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