Sweet as the cloisterd virgin's vesper hymn,
Whose spirit, happily dead 10 eartbly hopes,
Already lives in heaven, Abrupt the song
Ceased, tremulous and quick a cry
Of joyful wonder roused the astonishid Maid,
And instant Madelon was in her arms;
No airy form, no unsubstantial shape:
She felt her friend, she prest her to her heart,
Their lears of rapture mingled.

She drew back,
And eagerly she gazed on Madelon,
Then fell upon her neck again and wept.
No more she saw the long-drawn lines of grief,
The emaciate form, the hue of sickliness,
The languid eye: youth's loveliest freshness now
Mantled her cheek, whose every lineament
Bespake the soul at rest, a holy calm,
A deep and full tranquillity of bliss.
« Thou then art come, my first and dearest friend'»
The well known voicc of Madelon began;
« Thou then art come! and was thy pilgrimage
So sbort on earth ? and was it painful too,
Painful and slıort as mine ? But blessed they
Who from the crimes and miseries of the world
Early escape!»

Nay,» Theodore replied,
« She hath not yet fulfill'd her mortal work.
Permitted visitant from earth she comes
To see the seat of rest, and oftentimes
In sorrow shall her soul remember this,
And, patient of her transitory woe,
Partake the anticipated peace again.»

Soon be that work perform'd!» the Maid exclaim'd :
« O Madelon! O Theodore! my soul,
Spurning the cold communion of the world,
Will dwell with you! but I shall patiently,
Yea even with joy, cndure the allotted ills
Of which the memory in this better state
Shall heighten bliss. That hour of agony,
When, Madelon, I felt thy dying grasp,
And from thy forehead wiped the dews of death,
The very horrors of that hour assume
A shape that now delights.»

« O earliest friend!
I too remember,»» Madelon replied,
« That hour, thy looks of watchful agony,
The suppress'd grief that struggled in thine eye
Endearing love's last kindness. Thou didst know
With what a deep and melancholy joy
I felt the hour draw on : but who can speak
The unutterable transport, when mine eyes,
As from a long and dreary dream, unclosed
Amid this peaceful vale, unclosed upon
My Arnaud; he had built me up a bower,
A bower of rest.--See, Maiden, where he comes,
His manly lineaments, his beaming eye
The same, but now a holier innocence
Sits on his cheek, and loftier thoughts illame
The enligliten'd glance.»

They met: what joy was theirs
He best can feel, who for a dear friend dead
Hath wet the midnight pillow with his tears.
Fair was the scene around; an ample vale
Whose mountain circle at the distant verge
Lay softend on the sight; the near ascent

Rose bolder up, in part abrupt and bare,
Part with the ancient majesty of woods
Adoro'd, or lifting high its rocks sublime.
The river's liquid radiance roll'd beneath,
Beside the bower of Madelon it wound
A broken stream, whose shallows, though the waves
Rolld on their way with rapid melody,
A child might tread. Behind, an orange-grove,
Its gay green foliage starrd with golden fruit ;
But with what odours did their blossoms load
The passing gale of eve! less thrilling sweet
Rose from the marble's perforated tloor,
Where kneeling at ber prayers, the Moorish queen
lohaled the cool delight, 8 and whilst she ask'd
The prophet for his promised paradise,
Shaped from the present scene its utmost joys.
A goodly scene! fair as that faery land
Where Arthur lives, by ministering spirits borne
From Camlan's bloody banks: or as the groves
Of earliest Eden, where, so legends say,
Enoch abides, and he who, rapt away
By fiery steeds, and chariotted in fire,
Passd in his mortal form the eternal ways;
And John, beloved of Christ, enjoying there
The beatific vision, sometimes seen

The distant dawning of eternal day,
Till all things be fulfilled.

Survey this scene!»
So Theodore address'd the Maid of Arc;
« There is no evil here, no wretchedness,
It is the heaven of those who nurst on earth
Their nature's gentlest feelings. Yet not here
Centering their joys, but with a patient hope,
Waiting the allotted hour when capable
Of loftier callings, to a better state
They pass; and lither from that better state
Frequent they come, preserving so those tics
Which through the infinite progressiveness
Complete our perfect bliss.

« Even such, so bless u,
Save that the memory of no sorrows past
Heighten'd the present joy, our world was once,
In the first æra of its innocence,
Ere man had learnt to bow the knee to man.
Was there a youth whom warm affection filld,
He spake his honest heart; the earliest fruits
His toil produced, the sweetest flowers that decka
The sunny bank, he gather'd for the maid,
Nor she disdain d the gift: for Vice not yet
Had burst the dungeons of her hell, and reard
Those artificial boundaries that divide
Man from his species. State of blessedness!
Till that ill-omen'd hour when Cain's stern son
Delvd in the bowels of the earth for gold,
Accursed bane of virtue,... of such force
As poets feign dwelt in the Gorgon's locks,
Which whoso saw, felt instant the life-blood
Cold curdle in his veins, the creeping flesh
Grew stiff with horror, and the heart forgot
To beat. Accursed hour! for man no more
To Justice paid his homage, but forsook
Her altars, and bow'd down before the shrine
Of Wealth and Power, the idols he had made.
Then hell enlarged herself, her gates flew wide,
Her legion fiends rush'd forth. Oppression came,
Whose frown is desolation, and whose breath

!

logico-Philosophica. Autore Johanne Hied feldio, Ec- the circumstance which occasioned it. Facilius elephas clesiaste Ebersbachiano. 1621.

per foramen acus, is among the Hebrew adages colThe same story is in Matthew of Westminster; it is lected by Drusius ; the same metaphor is found in two added that Guntrum applied the treasures thus found other Jewish proverbs, and this appears to determine to pious uses. For the truth of this theory there is the the signification of xanhos, Mati. xix, 24. evidence of a monkish miracle. When Thurcillus was

Note 6, page 82, col. 2. about to follow St Julian and visit the world of souls, his

Large draughts of molten gold, guide said to him, «Let thy body rest in the bed, for thy

The same idea, and almost the same words, are in spirit only is about to depart with me; and lest the body one of Ford's plays. The passage is a very fine one: should appear dead, I will send into it a vital breath.»

There is a place, The body, however, by a strange sympathy, was

(List, daughter!) in a black and hollow vault, affected like the spirit; for when the foul and fetid Where day is never seen; there shines no sun, smoke which arose from the tithes withheld on earth But flaming horror of consuming fires ;

A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoaky fogo had nearly suffocated Thurcillus, and made him couch

Of an infected darkness. To this place twice, those who were near his body said that it

Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts coughed twice about the same time.- Matthew Paris. Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Note 3, page 81, col, 1.

Roar without pity, there are gluttons fod

With toads and adders: there is burning oil
An outcast forth,

Pour'd down the drunkard's throat, the usurer
Werter,

Is forced to sup whole drughts of molien gold;
Note 4, page 81, col. 2.

There is the murderer for ever stabbid,

Yet be can never die; there lies the wanton
Or deeper sable dyed.

On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul These lines strongly resemble a passage in the Pha- He seels the torment of his raging lust. ronnida of Williain Chamberlayne, who has told an

'T' is pity she's a Whore. interesting story in uncouth rhymes, and mingled subli- I wrote this passage wlien very young, and the idea, mity of thought and beauty of expression with the trite as it is, was new to me. It occurs I believe in quaintest conceits, and most awkward inversions. most descriptions of hell, and perhaps owes its origin On a rock more high

to the fate of Crassus. Than Nature's common surface, sbe beholds

Note 7, page 84, col. 2.
The mansion bouse of Fate, wbich thus unfolds

Titus was here.
Its sacred mysteries. A line within
A quadrate placed, both ibese encompast in

During the siege of Jerusalem, «the Roman comA perfect circle was its form ; but what

mander, with a generous clemency, that inseparable Its matter was, for us to wonder at,

attendant on true heroism, laboured incessantly, and to Is undiscover'd left. A tower ibere stand, At erery angle, where Time's fatal bands

the very last moment, to preserve the place. With this The impartial Parcæ dwell; i' the first sbe sees

view, he again and again intreated the tyrants to surClotho the kindest of the Destinies,

render and save their lives. With the same view also, From immaterial essences to cull

after carrying the second wall, the siege was interThe seeds of life, and of them frame the wool For Lachesis to spin ; about her fie

mitted four days: to rouse their fears, prisoners to the Myriads of souls, that yet want flesh to lie

number of five hundred or more, were crucified daily Warm'd with their functions in, whose strength bestows

before the walls; till space, Josephus says, was wantThat power by which man ripe for misery grows.

ing for the crosses, and crosses for the captives.» Her next of objects was that glorious tower

Churton's Bampton Lectures.
Where that swift-Ginger'd nymph that spares no hour
From mortals' service, draws tbe various threads

If any of my readers should enquire why Titus of life in several lengths ; to weary beds

Vespasian, the delight of mankind, is placed in such Of age extending some, whilst others in

a situation - I answer, for this instance of « his

geneTheir infancy are broke: some bluckt in sin,

cy, that inseparable attendant on true heOthers, the favourites of Heaven, from whence Their origin, candid with innocence;

roism ! » Some purpled in afflictions, others dyed

Note 8, page 86, col. 2.
In sanguine pleasures : some in glittering pride

Inhaled the cool deligbt.
Spun to adorn the earth, whilst others wear
Rags of deformity, but knots of care

In the cabinet of the Alhambra where the queen used No thread was wholly free from. Next to this

to dress and say her prayers, and which is still an enFair glorious tower, was placed ibat black abyss

chanting sight, there is a slab of inarble full of small Of dreadful Atropos, the haleful seat of death and horroor, in each room repleat

holes, through which perfumes exhaled that were kept With lazy damps, loud groaps, and the sad siglit

constantly burning beneath. The doors and windows Of pale grim ghosts, those terrours of the nigby

are disposed so as to afford the most agreeable proTo this, the last stage that the winding clew

spects, and to throw a soft yet lively light upon the of life can lead mortality unto, Fear was the dreadful porter, which let in

eyes. Fresh currents of air too renew every instant All guests sent thither by destructive sin.

the delicious coolness of this apartment.--Fron the It is possible that I may have written from the re- sketch of the History of the Spanish Moors, prefixed collection of this passage. The conceit is the same, to Florian's Gonsalvo of Cordova. and I willingly attribute it 10 Chamberlayne, a poct to

Note

9, page 87, col. 1. whom I am indebted for many hours of delight.

The snow-drop bung its head.
Note 5, page 82, col. 2.

The grave matron does not perceive how time has
Shall the bage camel pass.

impaired her charms, but decks her faded bosom with I had originally written cable instead of camel. The the same snow-drop that seems to grow on the breast alteration would not be worth noticing were it not for of the virgin.-P. H.

Thalaba the Destroyer.

A RHYTHMICAL ROMANCE.

Ποιηματων ακρατης η ελευθερια, και νομος εις, το δοξαν τω ποιητη.

LUCIAN, Quomodo Hist, Scribenda.