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This magic shell
From the white bosom of a syren fell,
As once she wandered by the tide that laves
Sicilia's sand of gold.

It bears
Upon its shining side, the mystic notes

Of those entrancing airs!
The Genii of the deep were wont to swell,
When Heaven's eternal orbs their midnight music rolled !

Oh! seek it, wheresoe'er it floats ;

And, if the power
Of thrilling numbers to thy soul be dear,

Go, bring the bright shell to my bower,
And I will fold thee in such downy dreams,
As lap the spirit of the seventh sphere,
When Luna's distant tone falls faintly on his ear !2

And thou shalt own,
That, through the circle of creation's zone,
Where matter darkles or where spirit beams;

From the pellucid tides, that whirl
The planets through their maze of song,
To the small rill, that weeps along
Murmuring o'er beds of pearl ;

From the rich sigh
Of the sun's arrow through an evening sky,
To the faint breath the tuneful osier yields

On Afric's burning fields ;5
Oh ! thou shalt own this universe divine

Is mine!
That I respire in all and all in me,
One mighty mingled soul of boundless harmony !


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' In the Histoire naturelle des Antilles there conjectures that the idea of the harmony of the is an account of some curious shells, found at spheres originated with this poet, who, in repre. Curaçoa, on the back of which were lines filled senting the solar beams as arrows, supposes them with musical characters so distinct and perfect, to emit a peculiar sound in the air. that, the writer assures us, a very charming trio 5 In the account of Africa which d'Ablancourt was sung from one of them.

has translated, there is mention of a tree in that ? According to Cicero, and his commentator country, whose branches when shaken by the Macrobius, the lunar tone is the gravest and hand produce very sweet sounds. [The singing faintest on the planetary heptachord.

tree' of the Arabian Nights. It is found in Leone Hebreo, pursuing the idea of Aristotle, India. The musical sounds proceed from two that the heavens are animal, attributes their har- half shells like an opened walnut, which, struck mony to perfect and reciprocal love. This ‘re by the air, sound like castanets.] ciproco amore' of Leone is the bidorns of the 6 Alluding to the extinction, or at least the ancient Empedocles, who seems, in his Love and disappearance, of some of those fixed stars which Hate of the Elements, to have given a glimpse we are taught to consider as suns, attended of the principles of attraction and repulsion. each by its system. Descartes thought that our

3 Leucippus, the atomist, imagined a kind of earth might formerly have been a sun, which vortices in the heavens, which he borrowed from became obscured by a thick incrustation over its Anaxagoras and possibly suggested to Descartes. surface. This probably suggested the idea of a

4 Heraclides, upon the allegories of Homer, central fire.

O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept,

Since thy aerial spell
Hath in the waters slept !

I fly,
With the bright treasure to my choral sky,

Where she, who waked its early swell,

The syren, with a foot of fire,
Walks o'er the great string of my Orphic Lyre,

Or guides around the burning pole
The winged chariot of some blissful soul !

While thou !
Oh, son of earth! what dreams shall rise for thee;

Beneath Hispania's sun,

Thou'lt see a streamlet run,
Which I have warmed with dews of melody ;

Listen !-- when the night wind dies
Down the still current, like a harp it sighs !
A liquid chord is every wave that flows,
An airy plectrum every breeze that blows !

There, by that wondrous stream,

Go, lay thy languid brow,
And I will send thee such a god-like dream,
Such – mortal! mortal! hast thou heard of him,
Who, many a night, with his primordial lyre, a

Sate on the chill Pangæan mount,
And, looking to the orient dim,
Watched the first flowing of that sacred fount,

From which his soul had drunk its fire !
Oh ! think what visions, in that lonely hour,
Stole o'er his musing breast !

What pious ecstasy
Wafted his prayer to that eternal Power,

Whose seal upon this world imprest5
The various forts of bright divinity!

Or, dost thou know what dreams I wove, 'Mid the deep horror of that silent bower, Where the rapt Samian slept his holy slumber?



1 Orpheus.

It is thought by some, that these are to be 2. They call his lyre apxalotportov éttaxopdov reckoned amongst the fabrications which were Oppews. See a curious work by a professor of frequent in the early times of Christianity: Still Gireek at Venice, entitled Hebdomades, sive it appears doubtful to whom we should impute septem de septenario libri, lib. 4, cap. 3, p. 177. them; they are too pious for the Pagans, and too

3 Eratosthenes, telling the extreme veneration poetical for the Fathers. of Orpheus for Apollo, says that he was accustomed to go to the Pangæan mountain at daybreak, and

5 In one of the hymns of Orpheus, he attributes there wait the rising of the sun, that he might a figured seal to Apollo, with which he imabe the first to hail its beams.

gines that deity to have stamped a variety of There are some verses of Orpheus preserved

forms upon the universe. to us, which contain sublime ideas of the unity Alluding to the cave near Samos, where and magnificence of the Deity. As those which Pythagoras devoted the greater part of his days Justin Martyr has produced :

and nights to meditation and the mysteries of Ούτος μεν χαλκειον ες ουρανον εστηρικται his philosophy. Jamblich. de Vit. This, as Χρυσειω ενι θρονο, κ.τ.λ.

Holstenius remarks, was in imitation of the Ad. Græc. cohortat. Magi.

And saw,

When, free

From every earthly chain,
From wreaths of pleasure and from bonds of pain,

His spirit flew through fields above,
Drank at the source of Nature's fontal number,

in mystic choir, around him move,
The stars of song, Heaven's burning minstrelsy!
Such dreams, so heavenly bright,

I swear
By the great diadem that twines my hair,
And by the seven gems that sparkle there?

Mingling their beams
In a soft Iris of harmonious light,

Oh, mortal ! such shall be thy radiant dreams !


When close they reefed the timid sail,

When, every plank complaining loud, TO GEORGE MORGAN ESQ., We laboured in the midnight gale, OF NORFOLK, VIRGINIA. 3

And even our haughty inain-mast

bowed ! From Bermuda, January 1804. The muse, in that unlovely hour, KEINH A' HNEMOESSA KAI ATPoNOs, Benignly brought her soothing power,

ΟΊΑ Θ' ΑΛΙΠΛΗΞ, ΑΙΘΥΙΗΣ ΚΑΙ ΜΑΛΛΟΝ | And, 'midst the war of waves and ΕΠΙΔΡΟΜΟΣ HEΠΕΡ, ΙΠΠΟΙΣ, ΠΟΝΤΩ wind,

In songs elysian lapped my mind ! Callimach. Hymn. in Del. v. 11. She opened, with her golden key, Oh, what a tempest whirled us hither !+

The casket where my memory lays Winds, whose savage breath coull Those little gems of poesy, wither

Which time has saved from ancient All the light and languid flowers

days ! That bloom in Epicurus' bowers !

Take one of these, to Lais sung, Yet think not, George, that Fancy's I wrote it while my hammock swung, charm

As one might write a dissertation Forsook me in this rude alarm. Upon 'suspended animation !!


"The tetractys, or sacred number of the Py: a much higher sphere; but the excellent dispothagoreans, on which they solemnly swore, and sitions of the family with whom he resides, and which they called trayav aevaov pvoews,' the foun. the cordial repose he enjoys amongst some of the tain of perennial nature.' Lucian has ridiculed kindest hearts in the world, should be almost this religious arithmetic very finely in his Sale of enough to atone to him for the worst caprices Philosophers.

of fortune. The consul himself, Colonel Hamil2 This diadem is intended to represent the ton, is one among the very few instances of a analogy between the notes of music and the pris- man, ardently loyal to his king, and yet beloved matic colours. We find in Plutarch a vague in- by the Americans. His house is the very temple timation of this kindred harmony in colours and of hospitality, and I sincerely pity the heart of sounds. Οψις τε και ακον, μετα φωνης τε και that stranger who, warm from the welcome of φωτος την αρμονιαν επιφαινoυσι.-De Musica. . such a board, and with the taste of such Ma

Cassiodorus, whose idea I may be supposed to deira still upon his lips- col dolce in bocca'have borrowed, says, in a letter upon music to could sit down to write a libel on his host, in the Boetius : 'Ut diadema oculis, varia luce gemma- true spirit of a modern philosophist. See the rum, sic cythara diversitate soni, blanditur au- Travels of the Duke de la Rochefoucault Lianditui.' This is indeed the only tolerable thought court, vol. ii. in the letter. Lib. 2. Variar.

4 We were seven days on our passage from 3 This gentleman is attached to the British Norfolk to Bermuda, during three of which we consulate at Norfolk. His talents are worthy of I were forced to lay-to in a gale of wind. The

SWEETLYyou kiss, my Lais dear! Oh ! could you view the scenery dear, But, while you kiss, I feel a tear, That now beneath my window lies, Bitter as those when lovers part, You'd think that Nature lavished here In mystery from your eyelid start! Her purest wave, her softest skies, Sadly you lean your head to mine, To make a heaven for Love to sigh in, And round my neck in silence twine, For bards to live and saints to die in ! Your hair along my bosom spread, Close to my wooded bank below, All humid with the tears you shed ! In glassy calm the waters sleep, Haye I not kissed those lids of snow? And to the sunbeam proudly show Yet still, my love, like founts they The coral rocks they love to steep .2 flow,

The fainting breeze of morning fails, Bathing our cheeks, whene'er they The drowsy boat moves slowly past, meet

And I can almost touch its sails Why is it thus ? do tell me, sweet! That languish idly round the mast. Ah, Lais ! are my bodings right? The sun has now profusely given Am I to lose you? is to-night

The flashes of a noontide heaven, Our last-go, false to Heaven and me! And, as the wave reflects his beams, Your very tears are treachery.

Another heaven its surface seems !
Blue light and clouds of silvery tears

So pictured o'er the waters lie,
SUCH, while in air I floating hung, That every languid bark appears
Such was the strain, Morgante

mio ! To Hoat along a burning sky ! The muse and I together sung,

Oh ! for the boat the angel gave With Boreas to make out the trio. To him, who in his heavenward flight, But, bless the little fairy isle !

Sailed, o'er the Sun's ethereal wave, How sweetly, after all our ills, To planet-isles of odorous light ! We saw the dewy morning smile Sweet Venus, what a clime he found

Serenely o'er its fragrant hills ! Within thy orb's ambrosial round ! And felt the pure elastic flow

There spring the breezes, rich and Df airs, that round this Eden blow

warm, With honey freshness, caught by That pant around thy twilight car stealth

There angels dwell, so pure of form, Warm from the very lips of health ? That each appears a living star !

Driver: sloop of war, in which I went, was built | Μυρομενην δ' εφιλησα τα δ' ως δροσερης απο πηγης, at Bermuda of cedar, and is accounted an excel- Δακρυα μιγνυμενων πιπτε κατα στοματων: * lent sea-boat. She was then commanded by my | Ειπε δ' ανειρομενω, τινος oύνεκα δακρυα λειβεις; very regretted friend Captain Compton, who in Δειδια μη με λιπης εστε γαρ ορκαπαται. July last was killed aboard the Lily, in an action with a French privateer. Poor Compton! he the rocks are seen beneath to a very great depth;

2 The water is so clear around the island, that fell a victim to the strange im policy of allowing and as we entered the harbour, they appeared to such a miserable thing as the Lily to remain in that a well-manned merchantman was at any cessity, of course, for heaving the lead; and the the service; so small, crunk, and unmanageable, us so near the surface, that it seemed impossible

we should not strike on them. There is no netime a match for her.

'This epigram is by Paulus Silentiarius, and negro pilot, looking down at the rocks from the may be found in the Analectu of Brunck, vol. iii. bow of the ship, takes her through this difficult p. 72. But as the reading there is somewhat navigation with a skill and confidence which different from what I have followed in this trans seem to astonish some of the oldest sailors. lation, I shall give it as I had it in my memory Cosmiel, the genins of the world, gives Theodi

3 In Kircher's Ecstatic Journey to Heaven, at the time, and as it is in Heinsius, who, I dactus a boat of asbestos, with which he embarks believe, first produced the epigram. See his

into the regions of the sun. 'Vides (says Cosmiel) Poemata,

hanc asbestinam naviculam commoditati tuæ Ηδυ μεν εστι φιλημα το Λαιδος" ηδυ δε αυτων præparatum.'-Itinerar. i. dial. i. cap. 5. There Ηπιοδινητων δακρυ χεεις βλεφαρων, ,

are some very strange fancies in this work of Και πολυ κιχλιζουσα σοβεις ευβοστρυχον αιγλην Kircher, Ημετερα κεφαλην δηρον ερεισαμενη.

4 When the genius of the world and his fellow.


These are the sprites, oh radiant Away, away, bewildering look! queen!

Or all the boast of Virtue's o'er; Thou send'st so often to the bed Go--hie thee to the sage's book, Of her I love, with spell unseen,

And learn from him to feel no more! Thy planet's brightening balm to

I cannot warn thee ! every touch, To make the eye's enchantment clearer; That brings my pulses close to thine,

To give the cheek one rosebud more, Tells me I want thy aid as much, And bid that flushing lip be dearer,

Oh ! quite as much, as thou dost Which had been, oh! too dear be.

mine! fore !

Yet stay, dear love-one effort yetBut, whither means the muse to roam ?

A moment turn those eyes away, 'Tis time to call the wanderer home.

And let me, if I can, forget Who could have ever thought to search The light that leads my soul astray!

her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher : Thou say'st that we were born to meet,

That our hearts bear one common So, health and love to all your mansion ! Long may the bowl that pleasures

seal, bloom in,

Oh, lady! think, how man's deceit The flow of heart, the soul's expansion,

Can seem to sigh and feign to feel ! Mirth, and song, your board islumine! When o'er thy face some gleam of Fare you well-remember too,

thought, When cups are flowing to the brim, That here is one who drinks to you,

Like day-beams through the morning

air, And, oh! as warmly drink to him.

Hath gradual stole, and I have caught

The feeling ere it kindled there :

The sympathy I then betrayed,

Perhaps was but the child of art; 1801.

The guile of one who long hath played

With all these wily nets of heart. No-lady ! lady! keep the ring;

Oh! think how many a future year, Oh ! thou hast not my virgin vow ! Of placid smile and downy wing, Though few the years I yet have told, May sleep within its holy sphere ! Canst thou believe I lived till now,

With loveless heart or senses cold? Do not disturb their tranquil dream, Though love hath ne'er the mystery No-many a throb of bliss and pain, warmed,

For many a maid, my soul bath Yet Heaven will shed a soothing beam, proved ; To bless the bond itself hath formed. With some I wantoned wild and vain,

While some I truly, dearly loved ! But then, that eye, that burning eye !

Oh! it doth ask, with magic power, The cheek to thine I fondly lay,
If Heaven can ever bless the tie

To theirs hath been as fondly laid ; Where Love inwreaths no genial The words to thee I warmly say, flower!

To them have been as warmly said.


traveller arrive at the planet Venus, they find an of the heavens, a casuistical question cccurs to island of loveliness, full of odours and intelli. Theodidactus, and he asks Whether baptism gences, where angels preside, who shed the may be performed with the waters of Venus ?'cosmetic influence of this planet over the earth; An aquis globi Veneris baptismus institui possuch being, according to astrologers, the 'vis sit ?'-to which the genius answers, 'Certainly.' influsiva' of Venus. When they are in this part

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