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My father died ere I could tell

The love my young heart felt for him: My sister like a blossom fell;

Her cheek grew cold, her blue eye dim,
Just as the hallowed hours came by,

When she was dearest unto me;
And vale and stream and wood and sky

Were beautiful as Araby.
And, one by one, the friends of youth

Departed to the land of dreams:
And soon I felt that friends, in sooth,

Were few as flowers by mountain streams ;
And solitude come o'er me then,

And early I was taught to treasure
Lone thoughts in glimmering wood and glen,

Now they are mine in utmost measure.
But boyhood's sorrows, though they leave

Their shadows on the spirit’s dial, Cannot by their deep spell bereave

They herald but a darker trial; And such 'tis mine e'en now to bear

In the sweet radiance of thine eye, And 'tis the wildness of despair

To paint vain love that cannot die. Yet thus it must be like the flower,

That sheds amid the dusky night The rays it drank at mid-day hour,

My spirit pours abroad its light, When all the beauty and the bloom,

The blessedness of love hath gone,
And left the darkness of the tomb,

Upon the glory of its throne.
The hour hath come—it cannot part-

Deterring pride-one hurried deed
Hath fixed its seal upon my heart,

And ever it must throb and bleed, Till life, and love, and anguish o'er,

The spirit soars to its first birth, And meets on heaven's own peaceful shore

The heart it loved too well on earth.



Truth stands before him in a full, clear blaze,
An intellectual sunbeam, and his eye
Can look upon it with unbending gaze,
And its minutest lineaments descry.—Percival.

AFTER the death of an ancient relative, who seemed to take much delight in the contemplation of human life, and to note any remarkable events that might throw light upon the character of his species, a number of curious manuscripts were found in his study, one of which bore the above title, and is as follows:

“ Having leisure, and prompted by the curiosity of our nature, I set out upon a voyage to distant countries and nations, to behold, with my own eyes, the varied beauty, the magnificent scenery, and multiplied phenomena which nature has lavished so profusely over the visible universe; to visit those spots which the study of youth had rendered memorable as the theatre of heroic action; to view man in his different gradations of improvement, and meditate upon those causes, which, operating on the flexibility of his nature, mould and fashion him into a being of such infinite diversity. The charm of novelty gradually subsiding, and wearied with the toil and privation of such a pilgrimage, I returned to my native home. But "'t is distance lends enchantment to the yiew,' and the face of nature was now changed, the

dream of life had vanished; and the unhallowed workings of undignified passions, obscuring the brightest horizon, the pang of grief that seems even to gnaw the heart of beauty itself, and the gloomy abodes of misery and human wretchedness, which I had seen, threw me in a solemn and profound meditation. There was a voice that whispered within me: “Man is born to mourn, the noblest sons of Adam are doomed to taste the


of bitterness -yes, by the inexorable decrees of the Omnipotent, woes and joys are inwrought in the human heart: spem vultu simulat, premit altum corde dolorem.' Wholly absorbed with these thoughts, I unconsciously arrived in a beautiful grove of majestic oaks, under whose thick foliage I took shelter from the burning rays of the sun. The delicious zephyrs, that fanned my wearied brow, soon lulled me into a deep slumber. Methought I saw an immense assembly of people before me, whom, I understood, a phalanx of distinguished sages where to entertain with their schemes and devices for the improvement of human felicity. As this was a subject deeply interesting to me, I rejoiced at this opportunity of hearing the views of these good and learned men. When I was about entering the hall, my attention was arrested by a clear and exceedingly sweet voice behind me, saying, • Follow me.' Its rich and melodious tones touched my heart; and, when I looked around, I beheld one of the loveliest objects in creation. Plain, neat, and simple in attire, her stature was a perfect symmetry of elegance and grace; her countenance glowed with the most exquisite beauty, and ten thousand delicacies. Fear and suspicion were extinct, in the unbounded confidence and raptures which I felt. She again bade me follow her; and waving a golden sceptre in her hand, I instinctively obeyed. She moved with a blazing torch before her,

and, as she passed onward, every object became bright and luminous with her radiance. She conducted me to an elevated mountain: she paused, touched my forehead with her sceptre, and my vision became exceedingly clear and powerful. Now look to your left,' said she; and, turning, I saw a huge and immense valley, overshadowed with clouds, thick mist, and pestilential vapours. I discovered a large, cumbrous figure squatted upon a slimy mound, in the centre of the extended marshes and ravines; whenever she attempted to rise, she was again drawn back by huge leaden anchors; at last she endeavoured to reconcile herself to her unhappy condition, although nearly suffocated by the noxious effluvia and heavy atmosphere that arose in volumes from the surrounding bogs and fens. Upon the back of her iron crown I perceived, in large characters, Ignorance. I observed, likewise, a great number of vultures, ravens, cormorants and serpents; of foxes, panthers, and wolves, flying, hissing, and coursing through the valley, insomuch that every corner of it echoed with the most dismal croaking and howling. I looked upon my guide and said that, that gloomy abode chills my heart.' She smiled and replied: « That is the Vale of Indolence; but it has undergone a great revolution, for Avarice once descended there and cohabited with Ignorance, and the consequence was a very numerous progeny,


have seen,

and whose real names are Hate, Suspicion, Envy, Malice, Calum.ny, Ingratitude, Uncharitableness, and their more remote descendants. This is a fierce and inveterate generation: their nature and the constitution of their minds are assimilated to the murky atmosphere which they breathe: their appetite is insatiable. When a foreign being of a more noble nature, with the most innocent views, enters within their precints, they all eagerly follow him, and, unless he

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