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-Such was the lady's account of her Day in Venice,' and such the narrative related to her.

"It is all I remember," said she, in conclusion; "not much, you will say: yet it was sufficient to interest me at the time, although there are not materials enough in it to constitute a story."

C.

THE GIANT'S CAUSEWAY.

Look round in awe, Sesostris! and behold,
Shade of Nabuchodonosor! the sweep

Of pillared promontory breasting bold
The surge, and to the seasons and the deep
Frowning defiance! Look around, and weep
For Babylon and Memphis, where of old

Ye wasted nations in the toil to heap

The pyramid, or rear aloft in gold

Your giant gods. A legend and a name,

Are all that now survive to mark aright

What once was fane or palace, wall or tower;

While here, and without hands, is reared a frame

That shall record the sovereign builder's might,
Till conflagration the great globe devour!

H.

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JULIET AFTER THE MASQUERADE.

From a Picture, by Henry Thomson, Esq., R.A.

Those fond, vague dreams, that make love's happiness;

Its first-and oh, its last!

I.

SHE has left the lighted hall,

She has flung down cap and plume,

Her eye wears softer light,

And her cheek a tenderer bloom :

II.

And her hair in sunny showers

Falls o'er her marble brow,

From its midnight bonds of pearl,

Free as her thoughts are now.

III.

She has left the yet glad dance,

O'er those gentle thoughts to brood,

That haunt a girl's first hour

Of love-touched solitude.

IV.

Music's sweet and distant sound

Comes floating on the air,

From the banquet-room it tells

The dancers still are there :

But she, their loveliest one,
Has left the festal scene,
To dream on what may be,
To muse o'er what has been;

VI.

To think on low, soft words,
Her ear had drunk that night,
While her heart beat echo-like,
And her cheek burnt ruby bright.

VII.

How beautiful she looks

Beneath that moonlit sky,
With her lip of living rose,
Her blue and drooping eye!

VIII.

Spell-like, the festal scene
Rises on heart and brain;
Not a word, and not a look,
But she lives them o'er again.

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