Oh! what can sanctify the joys of home,
Like Hope's gay glance from Ocean's troubled foam?

XIX. The lights are high on beacon and from bower, And 'midst them Conrad seeks Medora's tower: He looks in vain - 't is strange — and all remark, Amid so many, her’s alone is dark. 'T is strange - of yore its welcome never faild, Nor now, perchance, extinguish'd, only veild. With the first boat descends he for the shore, Anu looks impatient on the lingering oar. Oh! for a wing beyond the falcon's flight, To bear him like an arrow to that height! With the first pause the resting rowers gave, He waits not — looks not — leaps into the wave, Strives through the surge, bestrides the beach, and high Ascends the path familiar to his eye.

He reach'd his turret door - he paused

- no sound
Broke from within ; and all was night around.
Ile knock'd, and loudly — footstep nor reply
Announced that any heard or deem'd hiin nigh;
He knock'd - but faintly - for his trembling hand
Refused to aid his heavy heart's demand.
The portal opens — 't is a well known face -
But not the form he panted to embrace.
Its lips are silent - twice his own essay'd,
And fail'd to frame the question they delay’d;
He snatch'd the lamp - its light will answer all
It quits his grasp, expiring in the fall.
He would not wait for that reviving ray -
As soon could he have linger'd there for day;
But, glimmering through the dusky corridore,
Another chequers o'er the shadow'd floor;
His steps the chamber gain — his eyes behold
All that his heart believed not

yet foretold!


He turn'd not — spoke not - sunk not — fix'd his look,
And set the anxious frame that lately shook :
He gazed - how long we gaze despite of pain,
And know, but dare not own, we gaze in vain !
In life itself she was so still and fair,
That death with gentler aspect wither'd there;

And the cold flowers (') her colder hand contain’d,
In that last grasp as tenderly were strain'd
As if she scarcely felt, but feign’d a sleep,
And made it almost mockery yet to weep:
The long dark lashes fringed her lids of snow,
And veild thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below
Oh! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might,
And hurls the spirit from her throne of light !
Sinks those blue orbs in that long last eclipse,
But spares, as yet, the charm around her lips-
Yet, yet they seem as they forbore to smile
And wish'd repose

but only for a while ;
But the white shroud, and each extended tress,
Long --- fair but spread in utter lifelessness,
Which, late the sport of every summer wind,
Escaped the baffled wreath that strove to bind ;
These -- and the pale pure cheek, became the bier
But she is nothing — wherefore is he here?


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He ask'd no question - all were answer'd now
By the first glance on that still — marble brow.
It was enough — she died what reck'd it how ?
The love of youth, the hope of better years,
The source of softest wishes, tenderest fears,
The only living thing he could not hate,
Was reft at once and he deserved his fate,
But did not feel it less

; - the good explore,
For peace, those realms where guilt can never soar :
The proud the wayward - who have fix'd below
Their joy, and find this earth enough for woe,
Lose in that one their all — perchance a mite
But who in patience parts with all delight?
Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern
Mask hearts where grief hath little left to learn;
And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost,
In smiles that least befit who wear them most.


By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest
The indistinctness of the suffering breast;
Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one,
Which seeks from all the refuge found in none;

(1) In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead, and in the hands of young persons to place a nosegay.


No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For Truth denies all eloquence to Woe.
On Conrad's stricken soul exhaustion prest,
And stupor almost lulld it into rest;
So feeble now - his mother's softness crept
To those wild eyes, which like an infant's wept :
It was the very weakness of his brain,
Which thus confess'd without relieving pain.
None saw his trickling tears — perchance, if seen,
That useless flood of grief had never been :
Nor long they flow'd-he dried them to depart,
In helpless - hopeless - brokenness of heart :
The sun goes forth but Conrad's day is dim;
And the night cometh - ne'er to pass from him.
There is no darkness like the cloud of mind,
On Grief's vain eye — the blindest of the blind!
Which may not — dare not see — but turns aside
To blackest shade - nor will endure a guide!

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His heart was form’d for softness warp’d to wrong;
Betray'd too early, and beguiled too long;
Each feeling pure --- as falls the dropping dew
Within the grot; like that had harden'd too;
Less clear, perchance, its earthly trials pass’d,
But sunk, and chill'd, and petrified at last.
Yet tempests wear, and lightning cleaves the rock,
If such his heart, so shatter'd it the shock.
There grew one flower beneath its rugged brow,
Though dark the shade it shelter'd — saved till now.
The thunder came that bolt hath blasted both,
The Granite's firmness, and the Lily's growth :
The gentle plant hath left no leaf to tell
Its tale, but shrunk and wither'd where it fell;
And of its cold protector, blacken round
But shiver'd fragments on the barren ground !


'T is morn

to venture on his lonely hour
Few dare ; though now Anselmo sought his tower.
He was not there nor seen along the shore ;
Ere night, alarm’d, their isle is traversed o'er :
Another morn another bids them seek,
And shout his name till echo waxeth weak ;

Mount - grotto — cavern valley search'd in vain,
They find on shore a sea-boat's broken chain :
Their hope revives - they follow o'er the main.
'Tis idle all moons roll on moons away,
And Conrad comes not- came not since that day :
Nor trace, nor tidings of his doom declare
Where lives his grief, or perish'd his despair !
Long mourn'd his band whom none could mourn beside ;
And fair the monument they gave his bride :
For him they raise not the recording stone -
His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known ;
He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue, and a thousand crimes. (')

(1) That the point of honour which is represented in one instance of Conrad's character has not been carried beyond the bounds of probability, may perhaps be in some degree confirmed by the following anecdote of brother buccaneer in the year 1814.

"Our readers have all seen the account of the enterprise against the pirates of Barrataria ; but few, we believe, were informed of the situation, history, or nature of that establishment. For the information of such as were unacquainted with it, we have procured from a friend the following interesting narrative of the main facts, of which he has personal knowledge, and which cannot fail to interest some of our readers.

“ Barrataria is a bay, or a narrow arm of the Gulf of Mexico; it runs through a rich but very flat country, until it reaches within a mile of the Mississippi river, fifteen miles below the city of New Orleans. The bay has branches almost innumerable, in which persons can lie concealed from the severest scrutiny. It communicates with three lakes which lie on the south-west side, and these, with the lake of the same name, and which lies contiguous to the sea, where there is an island formed by the two arms of this lake and the sea. The east and west points of this island were forlified, in the year 1811, by a band of pirates under the command of one Monsieur La Fitte. A large majority of these outlaws are of that class of the population of the state of Louisiana who fled from the island of St. Domingo during the troubles there, and took refuge in the island of Cuba ; and when the last war between France and Spain commenced, they were compelled to leave that island with the short notice of a few days. Without ceremony, they entered the United States, the most of them the state of Louisiana, with all the negroes they had possessed in Cuba. They were notified by the Governor of that State of the clause in the constitution which forbad the importation of slaves; but, at the same time, received the assurance of the Governor thai he would obtain, if possible, the approbation of the General Government for their retaining this property.

The island of Barrataria is situated about lat. 29 deg. 15 min., long. 92. 30.; and is as remarkable for its health as for the superior scale and shell fish with which its waters abound. The chief of this horue, like Charles de Moor, had mixed with his many vices some virtues. In the year 1813, this party had, from its turpitude and boldness, claimed the attention of the Governor of Louisiana ; and to break up

the establishment he thought proper to strike at the head. He therefore offered a reward of 500 dollars for the head of Monsieur La Fitte, who was well known to the inhabitants of the city of New Orleans, from his immediate connection, and his once having been a fencing-master in that city of great reputation, which art he learnt in Buonaparte's army, where he was a captain. The reward which was offered by the Governor for the head of La Fitte was answered by the offer of a reward from the latter of 15,000 for the head of the Governor. The Governor ordered out a company to march from the city to La Fitte's island, and to burn and destroy all the property, and to bring to the city of New Orleans all his banditti. This company, under the command of a man who had been the intimate associate of this bold Captain, approached very near to the fortified island, before he saw a man, or heard a sound, until he heard a whistle, not unlike a boatswain's call. Then it was he found himself surrounded by armed men who had emerged from the secret avenues which led

into Bayou. Here it was that the modern Charles de Moor developed his few noble traits ; for to this man, who had come to destroy his life and all that was dear 10 him, he not only spared his life, but offered him that which would have made the honest soldier easy for the remainder of his days; which was indignantly refused. He then, with the approbation of his captor, returned to the city. This circumstance, and some concomitant events, proved that this band of pirates was not to be taken by land Our naval force having always been small in that quarter, exertions for the destruction of this illicit establishment could not be expected front them until aug.

; for an officer of the navy, with most of the gun-boats on that station, had in retreat from an overwhelming force of La Fitte's. So soon as the augmentation of the navy authorised an attack, one was made ; the overthrow of this banditti has been the result; and now this almost invulnerable point and key to New Orleans is clear of an enemy, it is to be hoped the government will hold it by a strong military force.” - From an American Newspaper.

In Noble's continuation of Granger's Biographical History there is a singular passage in his account of Archbishop Blackbourne ; and as in some measure connected with the profession of the hero of the foregoing poem, I cannot resist the temptation of extracting it.

“ There is something mysterious in the history and character of Dr. Blackbourne. The former is but imperfectly known; and report has even asserted he was a buccaneer; and that one of his brethren in that profession having asked, on his arrival in England, what had become of his old chum, Blackbourne, was answered, he is Archbishop of York. We are informed, that Blackbourne was installed sub-dean of Exeter in 1694, which office he resigned in 1702; but after his successor Lewis Barnet's death, in 1 704, he regained it. In the following year he became dean; and in 1714 held with it the archdeanery of Cornwall

. He was consecrated bishop of Exeter, February 24, 1716; and translated to York, November 28, 1724, as a reward, according to court scandal, for uniting George I. to the Duchess of Munster. This, however, appears to have been an unfounded calumny. As archbishop he behaved with great prudence, and was equally respectable as the guardian of the revenues of the see.

Rumour whispered he reiained the vices of his youth, and that a passion for the fair sex formed an item in the list of his weaknesses; but so far from being convicted by seventy witnesses, he does not appear to have been directly criminated by

In short, I look upon these aspersions as the effects of mere malice. How is it possible a buccaneer should have been so good a scholar as Blackbourne certainly was? He who had so perfect a knowledge of the classics, (particularly of the Greek tragedians,) as to be able to read them with the same ease as he could Shakspeare, must have taken great pains to acquire the learned languages; and have had botn leisure and good masters. But he was undoubtedly educated at Christ-church Col lege, Oxford. He is allowed to have been a pleasant man ; this, however, was turned against him, by its being said, ' he gained more hearts than souls.'"


“ The only voice that could soothe the passions of the savage (Alphonso III.) was that of an amiable and virtuous wife, the sole object of his love ; the voice of Donna Isabella, the daughter of the Duke of Savoy, and the grand-daughter of Philip II. King of Spain. - Her dying, words sunk deep into his memory; his fierce spirit melied into tears ; and after the last

embrace, Alphonso retired into his chamber 10 bewail his irreparable loss, and to meditate on the vanity of human life.” — Misceilaneous Works of Gibbon, New Edition, 8vo. vol. iii. page 473.

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