You read my stanzas, and I read your features; But when the offer went beyond, they knew For sometimes such a world of virtues cover; CXII. Humboldt, the first of travellers,' but not As well as the sublime discovery's date, CXIII. But to the narrative.—The vessel, bound Bought up for different purposes and passions. CXIV. Some went off dearly; fifteen hundred dollars CXV. Twelve negresses from Nubia brought a price Though Wilberforce, at last, has made it twice Is always much more splendid than a king: CXVI. But for the destiny of this young troop, How some were bought by pashas, some by How some to burdens were obliged to stoop, The females stood, as one by one they pick'd CXVII. All this must be reserved for further song ; But could not for the muse of me put less in't; I. CANTO THE FIFTH. WHEN amatory poets sing their loves II. I therefore do denounce all amorous writing, Now, if my Pegasus should not be shod ill, III. The European with the Asian shore Sprinkled with palaces: the ocean stream Far less describe, present the very view IV. I have a passion for the name of 'Mary,' • Ωκεανοιο ρεοιo. This expression of Homer has been much criticized. It hardly answers to our Atlantic ideas of the The cyanometer, an instrument for ascertaining the in-ocean, but is sufficiently applicable to the Hellespont and the tensity of the blue colour of the sky. Bosphorus, with the Egean intersected with islands. And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, But I grow sad-and let a tale grow cold, V. The wind swept down the Euxine, and the wave VI. 'Twas a raw day of autumn's bleak beginning, When nights are equal, but not so the days; The Parcæ then cut short the further spinning Of seamen's fates, and the loud tempests raise The waters, and repentance for past sinning In all who o'er the great deep take their ways: They vow to amend their lives, and yet they don't; [won't. Because, if drown'd, they can't-if spared, they VII. A crowd of shivering slaves, of every nation, And age, and sex, were in the market ranged ; Each bevy with the merchant in his station : Poor creatures! their good looks were sadly changed; All save the blacks seem'd jaded with vexation, From friends, and home, and freedom, far estranged; The negroes more philosophy display'd,-- VIII. Juan was juvenile, and thus was full, As most at his age are, of hope and health; Yet I must own he look'd a little dull, And now and then a tear stole down by stealth; Perhaps his recent loss of blood might pull His spirit down; and then the loss of wealth, A mistress, and such comfortable quarters, To be put up for auction amongst Tartars, IX. Were things to shake a stoic; ne'ertheless, Upon the whole his carriage was serene: His figure and the splendour of his dress, Of which some gilded remnants still were seen, Drew all eyes on him, giving them to guess He was above the vulgar by his mien ; if I may presume What brought you here? Oh, nothing And then, though pale, he was so very hand-Pray, sir,' said Juan, some: And then-they calculated on his ransom. The Giant's Grave' is a height on the Asiatic shore of the Bosphorus, much frequented by holiday parties, like Harrow and Highgate. very rare 'don, Six Tartars and a drag-chain--'-'To this |