Mutability.

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon:
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest-a dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise-one wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond wo, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

Prince Colomon.

A TALE OF HUNGARY.

BY HENRY D. MOORE.

"Now tell me," said young Prince Colomon to his brother Alme, "tell me, if thou canst, as thou art my brother, why my uncle and the nobles conspire against my right to succeed our father as the King of Hungary ?"

"I know not," replied Alme.

"Not," returned Colomon, with a look of suspicion, “I know that thou dost know, but will not tell the matter to me. Every day my uncle and the nobles are here in the castle, and thou dost walk with them sometime; I saw thee smile and nod thy head, as if thou didst assent to what they said; and then I hear whispers around that my uncle is to succeed to the throne. Art thou in this conspiracy?" "Conspiracy?"

"Ay, conspiracy! for when I am king-all except the fulfilment of those ceremonious customs by which the crown is put upon the head-king by right and heritage-relatives and nobles meet and shake their heads at each other, and

throw out that another shall be king,-my brother smiling the while, sure that must be conspiracy."

"I think," replied Alme, "that thou dost harshly and wrongly judge our uncle Uladislaus and these nobles, in suspecting them of conspiring against our rights as princes, or against thy particular right to succeed our noble father in the throne and kingdom. I am satisfied, however, that all my privileges shall be in their hands, for what they do will be done wisely, for the protection of our state, and with no wrong to either of us. I talk with the nobles, for they seem to love us for our father's sake, and I smile too, when I speak, but I know no conspiracy. And, though thou art elder, and sayest that thou art all a king but the crowning, I dare to say to thee, that in thy suspicions thou dost conspire against thy family, and against thy state; and such suspicions, cherished in thy heart, will show themselves in acts most blameable, and secure thy brother's hate and the nobles' scorn!"

The conclusion of this reply to Colomon's suspicions, was made with an energy and warmth that indicated some jealousy as existing between the brothers. And the wrong which Colomon supposed was being inflicted upon him by the nobles, was in no degree abated by the conversation, but was aggravated in his mind, by his brother's caution and threat. He therefore resented bitterly the reply of Alme.

“What care I for the scorn of the nobles? and as for my brother's hate, better that than his seeming love and smiles, which are but seemings. Tell them of my suspi