From clime to clime pursue the scene
And mark in all thy spacious way,
Where'er the tyrant man has been,
There Peace, the cherub, cannot stay;
In wilds and woodlands far away
She builds her solitary bower,

Where only anchorites have trod
Or friendless men to worship God,
Have wandered for an hour.

In such a far forsaken vale,

And such sweet Eldun vale is thine,-
Afflicted nature shall inhale

Heaven-borrowed thoughts and joys divine;
No longer wish, no more repine
For man's neglect or woman's scorn ;-
Then wed thee to an exile's lot,

For if the world hath loved thee not,
Its absence may be borne.

THE HOUR GLASS.

THE dust that here, with motion true,
In silence tells the waning hour,
Once glowed with vital heat, and knew,

The pride of honour, wealth, and power-
Was one, who, lost in pleasure's maze,

Relentless beauty's charms admired; He saw, but withered in the

gaze,

And in a fatal flame expired.

Still in this glass his ashes move,

Proclaiming to each pining breast,

That he, who knows the pangs of love,
May never, never, hope for rest!

New Monthly Magazine.

THE MARRIAGE OF PELEUS AND THETIS.

BY BARRY CORNWALL.

HIGH placed upon a hill of Thessaly,
(That lifts its forehead to the clear blue skies,
And when the storms are high,

And, like its diadem, the lightning shines,
Shakes in wild music all its whispering pines)
Sate twice ten thousand deities.

Pelion! in song renowned and heathen story,
Dost thou remember that auspicious day,
(Marked in celestial history)

When gods and star-bright spirits deigned to stray
Along thy rills and through thy pastures sweet,
Or sporting on their heavenly pinions fleet

Shook light and fragrance through the noontide air ?-
Then every god that loved the nymphs was there

(The nymphs, the gods' especial care)

And goddesses and spirits all of mighty name.

First sweet Aurora in the morning came-
(For well she loved the sea-green maid,
Thetis, who wont her streaming hair to braid,
Ere yet Apollo dashed the shores with flame),
And over Pelion's giant-head she threw
(For this was Thetis' nuptial day)

A veil of roses, such as in the Spring

Burst into beauty 'fore the sons of May,

And many a flower, touched with the rainbow's hue,
She cast such (though on earth they fade away)

In heaven live ever blossoming.

And this was the coy Thetis' nuptial day—

The bridegroom was a man of fame,

(His line immortal, though from earth his name) And through a kingdom once held sceptered sway

(Thessalian Peleus)-'Twas a day of state,
And all the assembled gods and heroes then
Came down in mortal shapes 'mongst men,
(Save one, the greatest of the great)
Those holy rites of love to celebrate.

Then came the mightiest on his blazing throne
Borne downwards, buoyant on a thunder-cloud;
And as he passed each living creature bowed.
Mountains, and woods, and waves, were forced to own
His powerful presence—though unseen he rode,
And spared the world the image of a god—
Saturnian Jove!-on Pelian's topmost height
Thou sat'st amidst the circling deities,
Ranked each in order, for, as in the skies,

They toook their place to view this marriage rite.

The Queen of heaven was there, her braids of jet
Clasped by a dazzling coronet;

Her port was majesty-her look was light-
And pale Minerva, with her face divine,
And with mild eyes intelligently bright-
And there Apollo's brow was seen to shine
'Midst the rich clusters of his golden hair;
And Venus, with her zone unbound was there,
Upon a thymy hillock bent ;-

And Bacchus, crowned with leaves of vine,
Son of the star-bright Semele-and Mars
And dark Bellona left their thundering cars,
To consecrate a day so sweet and fair-
And Neptune, charmed, had left his element.

Below, below-joyous the woods among

And fountains through the cool and leafy shade
Bright nymphs and sylvan spirits strayed-

Some laughing chased-some 'woke the cheerful song

And some that strain to melancholy dear

Some bathed their limbs amidst the waters clear,
Naiads and heaven born Nereids,

Or plunged their hands within some secret well,
And as they flung on high the sparkling wave
Muttered each a soothing spell.

Fearless the Dryads left their sacred trees,

For well that day did the rude Fauns behave,

And through the morn—the noon-the evening hours,
Some tore the violet from its stem,

To grace the sea-maid's couch when night should spread;
And some inwove a diadem,

Formed all of roses white, to deck her head;

Some plucked the golden fruits, some rolled amongst the flowers.

Still some were wanting; yet as day declined

They came-then first was heard Favonius' sigh,

Wild whispering through the blossoms, as he pined
Away, in notes of fragrant melody-

And Cupid, who till then had fluttered far,

Blushing, and fretful on the varying wing,

And wept to see the Nereids fear,

Came wheeling round and round-near and more near— (As doves come homeward in their narrowing ring)

And loitering Dian sent her vesper star

To tell her coming, and to say, that night

She nearer to the Earth would bend her head,

And rest a moment on old Pelion's height,

And kiss pale Thetis on her bridal bed.

And now the nymph was borne along
'Midst dance and festal song,

In spotless garments, as became a bride,
Whilst Peleus languished by her side,
Breathing in murmurs faint his fondest sigh:
His helmet and his arms were all laid by—
Yet loooked he, though unarmed he rode!
Hero, and prince, and demi-god!

His head was laurelled, and his eyes of fire
Fashioned to softness all, and looks of love:
Around his shoulders broad a robe he threw,

Stained with the murex' matchless hue,

(This the rude fisher found, who wont to rove,

Seeking for bright shells through the seas of Tyre).

Now was the altar won,

And that sweet rite begun

Mysterious that unites in awful chain

Hearts that none may part again.

Bright was the flame, and holy that arose,
(Fed all by flowers that once on Pelion grew)
And sweet the incense that ascended high,
Fanned by Favonius' sigh.

(Favonius, who at evening blows,

And stirs the laurel on Parnassus' side):
Aloft in pairs the birds of Venus flew,
And all without a pang the victims died.

All was propitious. Soon amidst the throng
Low tones were heard increasing, till the tide
Dilated in a sound of war. That song
Through all the caves on Pelion's side
Burst; and then (diminished) died :-

Then breathed the flute, the bugle pealed afar,
(In tones of music, but too near to war);
The trumpet poured its note, and all was still-
Silence was heard o'er vale and hill;
When (from on high descending, like a star
That leaves its orb to watch o'er men below),
Hymen, the god of wedded love was seen

Standing beside the altar green;

Before his feet the votive wreaths were flung,

And wildly sweet the hymn-his hymn-by kneeling virgins sung.

And midnight came, and all the gods departed,

And nymphs-and left the lovers to repose

On pillows of the fresh-blown rose ;

The winds were silent, and the waters played

No more-lest that they should the sea-green maid