You know (what more can earthly science know?) What if you deem, by hoar tradition led, The circles that their shrines of clay enfold?— What if you deem they some sad pleasure take * Devolv'd from Druids old.]—It is a common belief in Wales that the spirits of the dead hover about the graves where their bodies are laid.-Churches and church-yards are believed by some to be the only places where the ghosts of the departed may venture to appear, as in consecrated ground; every where else they would be assailed by devils. This is rather a Papistical than a Druidical superstition, hence the idea that ghosts haunt churches and church-yards more than other places. + Scent the perfume-That breathes from vulgar rosemary and rue.]—This is not correct: rue is never planted on the grave of a beloved person, for it is an ill-scented plant; it is planted by wags now and then on the grave of a disliked person. Unfeeling Unfeeling Wit may scorn, and Pride may frown; RICHARD RICHARD LLWYD, THE BARD OF SNOWDEN, TO HIS COUNTRYMEN. YE*, whom Britain's earliest day Lords of realms as yet unknown, Where Peace, unbroke, unruff'd, reign'd; Ere yet the icy rocky North* Had pour'd her hungry myriads forth; Decreed to share a restless doom, Led by rapine, fraud, and spoil, Lost your own paternal plains, Fair Cambria saw with beckoning eyes, * Invasions of the Danes and Norwegians. See an elegant version of the speech of Caractacus before Claudius, in the Juvenilia of my accomplished friend, J. H. L. Hunt, Esq. The ridge of Snowdonia. Here, Here, amid her cliffs of snow, Till Concord came, with efforts blest, And sooth'd Contention's roar to rest! United now to Britain's throne, Your sires* return, resume their own: O'er Britain's fair extended face, One brave, one rich, and potent race,— High in honour-high in fame, The first of nations-BOASTS YOUR NAME! BRITONS, hear! that name's a host, * The restoration of the British line in Henry the VIIth., of the House of Tudor. The |