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mere shadow, Francisca !' • Indeed! then, Signora, I her cavalier, by her tacit permission, soon afterwards must reckon myself more fortunate, for I saw the sub

threw himself at her feet, she was enabled to answer stance.' • What was it?" "It-it was a man to be his rhapsodies with a great deal of decorum; and, as sure-a tall, handsome cavalier, a beautiful figure; and Francisca judiciously and feelingly observed, there such a voice !' • I heard that !' said Luisa, sighing,

could not possibly exist any objection to entertainment · And there was a dapper, compact, impudent, sweet

of such an elegant and accomplished youth. His name little fellow, with such a look-and such an air. The was Don Juan de Salzedo, and his valet's Andre Lorca, moment I set eyes ou him I marked him for my own,'. than whom no one could execute the escalade of a wall, · Oh! shocking, Francisca,' exclaimed Luisa, how can a gate, or a balcony better. you talk so lightly ?' 'Ah! Signora,' cried Francisca, The lovers, speaking the same lauguage, soon underwith an arch look, • I verily believe, if our thoughts

stood each other, and the country-seat at Leganez was were compared, there would be found little difference in a paradise of love and delight. their true meaning !' And, doubtless, Francisca was Rodriga did not countenance these proceedings, for right, for although Donna Luisa had only a peep, love

she was never present.

And the lovers somehow al. had taken advantage of the favourable opportunity, and ways contrived to meet about the happy hour when wounded her beyond any cure-matrimony, of course,

the duenna was taking her customary siesta, or afterexcepted.

noon's nap. For several nights the serenading was repeated, but It is really wonderful how rapidly love thrives in the Donna Luisa no longer complained of her rest being country ; it never progresses half so fast in the town disturbed, although, between love and music, she was air. One day, however, when Don Juan de Salzedo unable to close her eyes.

and the lovely Luisa were fondly calling each other by As for the Arragonese, she was love-mad, fluttering their Christian names, and mingling their soft sighs about like a wild thing, and prating eternally of the

with the odorous breath of the roses around them, dear little man, her mistress's lover's valet.

Francisca suddenly broke in upon them, Andre Lorca The guitar, as they had anticipated, aroused the following in the rear. The utmost dismay and terror Argus-eyed duenna from her snoring slumbers. She, were depicted in her countenance. too, complained of broken rest; but, added to the great

Don Manoel had just arrived from Madrid, with a and inexpressible amazement of Donna Luisa, and her large party of friends, and even now accompanied by maid, “Well, well, it cannot be helped, Signora, where

Donna Rodriga de Cantillana, (whom he had unseasonthere is beauty, gallantry will fly. It's natural enough, ably aroused from her siesta,) was eagerly seeking her but take heed, and do not lend a too willing ear to the in every corner of the garden. Here was a situation ! nonsense of every pert cavalier who has the audacity to What was to be done? They had scarcely asked tell you that you're handsome. Take heed!" And, themselves this simple question, when Don Manoel and with this admonition, Donna Rodriga limped leisurely

the duenna stood before them. away.

Francisca uttered a little shriek of despair, and atLuisa looked increduously at her maid, and Francisca tempted a swoon in the ready arms of Andre Lorca. was completely dumb-a certain sign that she was un

Donna Luisa was struck dumb, motionless, and pallid usually affected.

as a fair piece of statuary. Scarcely had the duenna vanished, when they were

Her, papa, naturally appeared rather surprised, and startled by the noise of some one approaching. Look

although he said nothing, seemed to look for an explaing up, they beheld a man tripping towards them, and

nation of this addition to his family. In the endurance casting a quick and cautious glance about him.

of a few moments more of this chilling silence, Luisa's Luisa was rather alarmed, and would have precipi- scarcely throbbing heart would have been frozen in her tately retreated, but the delighted Francisca instantly

snowy breast; but the voice of her beloved Don Juan recognized her incognito valet, and persuaded her mis

de Salzedo at once broke the spell, and wooed back her tress to remain.

fast fleeting spirits. • What is your business, sirrah ?' demanded Francisca, Signor Don Manoel,' said he, advancing, to the with a well-feigned dignity of demeanour; for Luisa surprise of all, without the least apparent constraint or was too much frightened to speak.

discomposure, “I now only require your sanction to • I have none hear, Signora,' replied he, with a plea- render me completely happy. Donna Luisa's heart is sant smirk.

already mine ; her hand is in your gift!' • Your pleasure, then?'

• Bravo !' exclaimed Don Manoel, warmly embracing Exists only and solely in your smiles,' an

the gallant. • Thou hast nobly won the prize, and thou swered the valet, gallantly. • Nay, don't frown, or I

shalt wear it!' shall instantly breathe out my last sigh at your little

Francisca recovered in a moment. She and her befeet. For six long and tedious nights I have endured

wildered mistress exchanged looks of wonder, curiosity, Ah! what have I not endured! and will you now ob

and pleasure. This denouement was utterly incomprescure the sunshine just has it breaks in upon my dark

hensible, and despairing soul, by such unkind and cruel glances ?' Francisca's little man, too, appeared as much at home

Who could resist such an eloquent appeal ? Francisca as his master. Casting himself at the feet of Don had no heart to do so ; and her favour indicating itself Manoel, • Ah! Signor,' cried he, how happy have in a sweet smile, the valet felt his happiness complete. you rendered my honoured master! deign likewise to

During their parley, Donna Luisa looked with a new extend a shadow of your favour towards his faithful and extraordinary pleasure on the interesting scene.

follower. Vails are the incentives to virtue in meri It was a kind of rehearsal of her own part; and when torious valets ; and I trust I shall not go without my

perquisite ;' then, after the manner of Don Juan de Salzedo, he exclaimed, Francisca's heart his mine; her hand is in your gift!'

Andre Lorca's prayer was granted ; and he bore away the black-eyed Arragonese on the same day that his master was united to Donna Luisa.

The mystery was soon unravelled. Don Juan de Salzedo was a young, rich, and noble cavalier ; and having heard much of the beauty, simplicity, and accomplishments of Don Manoel's daughter, he had made à pomantic excursion to Leganez on purpose to determine, with his own eyes, whether rumour's assertions were true, or exaggerated. Having gained a view of her, and lost his heart, he quickly returned to Madrid, and made formal proposals tu Don Manoel. The old man was delighted ; but knowing the refractory and rebellious spirit of the very best intentioned and most amiably disposed young damsels, in the affairs of the heart, he concerted the scheme of this clandestine courtship, in which, upon reflection, Don Juan heartily concurred ; esteeming it a far greater pleasure to woo her heart to love, than to receive the hand of cold and formal obedience from her father.

Donna Rodriga de Cantillana was made a kind of sleeping partner in the plot, and took especial care to be napping at the fit opportunity.

Thus every thing ended happily and merrily; and Don Juan de Salzedo and his lovely bride were the handsomest and happiest couple that then figured in the gay circles of Madrid.

NIGHT.

sent over a consecrated banner and a special indulgence to Julian and his followers ; exhorting them in the meek name of Jesus not to cease the hallowed work of extirpation, but to carry fire and sword to the eternal desolation of the infidels, who had dared to keep possession of the Holy Sepulchre. Alas! that such holy aids should be ineffectual, or rather that they should have tended to his ruin ; for the pious baron, willing to prove his sense of the Holy Pontiff's notice, wrought such furious and bloody acts among the infidels, as caused him to be way-laid and taken prisoner, when being bound hand and foot, he was cast into a deep dungeon, lone and dark.

When the dreadful news arrived at his castle, Ade: laide his wife offered rewards and ransoms; but in vain: the “ Paynim king” refused every offer, and swore by his Prophet's beard he would keep the relentless blasphemer of his God as a sacrifice and atonement for the many faithful he had slain in combat.

Enthusiasm in love and religion was the prevailing characteristic of that age ; and Adelaide, with every grace of mind and person, was highly gifted with that quality. She took the habit of a Pilgrim, joined a band of Devotees (who were seeking the Sepulchre of Christ) and arrived at the holy city.

She was lodged in the convent of Mount Carniichael, and in less than a month had acquired the rudiments of the Saracenie tongue. At the end of which time, arrayed in the magnificent costume of her country, resplendent with gems, she threw herself at the feet of Adalem (the Syrian Monarch) and besought her hus. band's liberty. Her youth and beauty; the fervency of her manner, joined with the touching inaccuracy of her newly acquired dialect, moved the Sultan. One by one she unclapsed the jewels from lier neck, arms, and waist, and laid them at his feet, as tempting earnest of her Lord's ransom. Their costliness and workmanship made them worthy an Eastern bride ; yet well might the form of Adelaide spare those lesser aids, more especially, when unwinding the long string of pearls from amidst her hair, its clustering profusion gathered round her pale face, in which anxiety strove with despair, and lent to her bending and imploring attitude a desolate yet touching aspect.

the heart of Adalem was generous ; nor had he ever shown a dislike to diamonds or golden crowns. Julian's pardon was pronounced ; and the delightful task of unclosing his prison gates was Adelaide's. They lost no time in departing from Syria, fearing the Sultan's opinion might alter as to the propriety of yielding to his compassionate feelings.

Now, who so grateful as Julian, or who so blest as Adelaide ? Each look, each word of his, how fondly dwelt upon her eye rapturously following him, or tearful with much joy, for did she not watch by the side of her rescued husband ? Arrived at their castle, mirth and largess were liberally bestowed upon the peasantry and retainers of their domains; while unvarying delights dwelt with the princely owners. Time however, which seemed to increase the affection of Adelaide, acted counterwise upon the baron. Whether the heart of man disdains an obligation from its weaker partner, or whether Julian's mind, unused to the refineinents of books, or the “ lascivious pleasing of a lute,” symphathised not with his wife in those tastes, but yearned for bustle and variety- true it is, his esteem and gratitude were hers, but not his love.

How beautiful is Night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air:
No mist obscures, nor clond, nor speck, nor stain,

Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths ;

Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads,
Like the round ocean girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is Night!

SOUTHEY.

THE STORY OF ADELAIDE.

" No longer mourn for me, when I am dead,
When you shall hear the surly, sullen bell
Give warping to the world that I ain fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts wonld be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.'

SHAKESF EAR.

In the district of in Lower Hungary, are still remaining the ruins of a baronial castle, whose lords were distinguished for their valour in battle and for their zealand liberality to the church.

Julian, the 5th baron of that name, joined the Chris. tian standard. on the plains of Palestine, and like his ancestors was distinguished by his Christian hatred of the Saracens, and the zeal with which he pursued the good work of Pagan destruction. Masses and Te Deums were sung in the monastery near his castle, on every fresh account of his valiant deeds, and Pope Gregory

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About this period, Clarice the sister of Adelaide be- knew the high honour of her lord and sister denied the came their guest and ward; her beauty was dazling, indulgence of unlawful passion.

indulgence of unlawful passion. Yet, though deferred her spirits of the gayest; health and joy laughed from by many lingering, specious hopes and delusions, conher clear eyes and dimpled her full lips. Her presence viction came at last; and Adelaide suffered not her gave a new enjoyment to the occupations of the castle ; wavering purpose long to delay the happiness she could she was an expert horsewoman, and, according to the bestow on two persons so dear to her. usuages of those times, took an active share in the Under pretence of a religious vow, she retired for a chace; not only in pursuit of the “ dappled burghers week to the neighbouring convent, where, acquainting of the forest,” but of the ferocious bear and snarling the Abbess with her determination, she feigned sickwolf. In all these the baron could join, could approve ness, and at the end of eight days her death was an. or direct; much of their time was consequently passed nounced at the castle. The body was exposed in the together, until choice, not chance, made them seek each church on a superb catafalco, and a solemn requiem others society. Adelaide saw with delight the renovat- chaunted for the lady's soul. Though regret might be ed cheerfulness of her lord, and her grateful heart over- the first feeling in Julian's mind on hearing of his flowed with tenderness to the sister who thus made her wife's decease, yet it was not unaccompanied with the husband happy. Hers was not that selfish love which thrilling sensation that he might now marry his beloved pines when the beloved object is pleased with ought Clarice. His influence at Rome would easily remove save itself—had she thought, before the arrival of the triding impediment of consanguinity; and no sooner Clarice, that her own presence would have given addi. were the arrangements concluded, than their nuptials tional zest to Julian's sylvan pastimes, she would have were celebrated with the high dignity attendant upon become his pupil; but now she was contented to see their station, but divested of all public rejoicings from him happy and joyous with her sister; and in the even- delicacy to the memory of Adelaide. ings with her music and her sweet voice sought to Poor forlorn one! she had overcalculated her powers charm them into social tranquillity.

of endurance; she had thought that the consciousness Adelaide, like some few females of that period, was of their happiness, exalted in the contemplation by the an exception to the ignorance to which her sex are gene- recollection of the sacrifice she had made, would have rally condemned. Yet her reading had been mostly quieted every selfish regret, and have atoned for abconfined to religious legends, which have a peculiar sence, loneliness, and want af sympathy. She knew tendency to exalt the imagination, particularly when not, until the sad proof, that the presence of the beloved united with high birth and station. Enthusiasm and object is alone a delight and a want of the fond heart; devotedness were (as I have before remarked) Adelaide's nor anticipated the dreary feelings which pressed upon ruling passions ; it was not unlikely therefore that the her heart almost to suffocation, when she felt herself glowing descriptions of female martyrs and youthful

alone for ever. For could a soul so full of tenderness champions should excite in her similar feelings. The as hers find aught of equal in the apathy and cold formheroism of the Crusaders, their sufferings and disinter- ality of the nuns, whose sensibilities, if not extinct, estedness, even in this reasoning age awaken our sympa. must never kindle to less than heavenly aspirations ? thies; how much more then in those chivalrous times, Religious enthusiasm alone supported her; her long when every church and castle were daily visited by the and frequent prayers, her tears, and meditations (not welcome Palmer returning from Palestine, or setting wholly of a pious nature) caused her to be considered forth on his pious errand, careless of hardships, and in the convent as a saint; her wasting form and pallid seeking death as an especial mark of divine favour? cheek were adjudged to be the effects of a too severe

Adelaide was well skilled in the arts of her needle, penance. Alas! they were indications of the slow, and would sometimes with her maidens create the flow- sure decay of a broken spirit. Meanwhile, Julian and ers she best loved; but more frequently leaving her Clarice lived in fortune's smile; days, months passed attendants to their toilsome idleness, she wandered on, and their happiness, which seemed incapable of ad. forth among the woods of the castle, where, having dition, was heightened by the birth of a son. The heated her imagination with some chivalrous or monkish wish for offspring was with the baron a predominant story, her steps would instinctively turn towards the passion, and his feelings partook of this nature when neighbouring convent, where the high wrought feelings he first took the boy in his arms; not only the mingled of her mind found relief in religious effusions of sensi. emotions of gratitude and pleasure which all parents bility and love. To all these emotions, Clarice and experience, but in him the big tear which started unJulian were strangers, except indeed those which relat- bidden, had its swelling source as much in pride as ed to chivalry; then, when the harp recorded some tenderness; his imagination pictured him, when in the feats of knighthood, her bright eye rested with exulta- bloom of manhood, beauty, and prowess, he would step tion on the baron, whose martial features, kindled by forth the worthy representative of his house's dignity the strain, looked the hero of the minstrel's tale.

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and honour. To exultation for the mother's well-doing were neither of them insensible to the superior accom- was superadded, that she lived and bloomed anew in plishments of Adelaide. Repeated acts of kindness increased health and beauty. As soon as the strength had endeared her with more than sisterly affection to of Clarice permitted, the castle gates were opened to Clarice ; nor could the baron refuse his tenderness to visitors and festivity; the poor, as was usual in those her gentle yet rapturous love.

hospitable days, partook substantially of their lord'ss Slowly therefore eame conviction to the mind of Ade. happiness, and the church failed not of its share in the laide that the heart of Julian was no longer hers, and baron's liberality. yet a pang more bitter, that she stood between him and The day at length arrived when the child was to rehappiness. The religion she professed forbad the pa. ceive the baptismal benediction : a long and brilliant triarchal custom of more than one wife; and well she train of relatives led the way to the convent church.

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The sponsors, who represented royalty, followed in ever (in support of the dignity of the order) he had canopied magnificence, their lofty plumes dancing in said in extenuation, her crime called for ecclesiastical the summer's wantonness, their embroidered trains chastisement and public reprimand: for this purpose he sweeping as in rivalry the flowered footway. The desired an interview with the Abbess, and charged her cavalcade was terminated by the healthful, well-clad to see the culprit punished, as an example to the comvassals of the domains, each bearing some rustic offer- munity. The Abbess, whose heart was good and kind, ing of fruit or flowers, to be blessed at the altar and guessed the offender could be no other than Adelaide: presented to the infant in token of feudal homage. she had kept her secret faithfully, and judging of the The superior of the convent, with the brotherhood, emotions which had impelled her to such conduct, as. came out to meet the procession ; and at their entrance sured the superior she would not fail to reprimand her into the church, the organ's sweet prolonged note rolled severely; but threatened, only to prevent the Abbott's through the long arched aisles, hushing the footsteps interposition. of the entering multitude. The edifice was gloomy, His holy zeal was not so easily satisfied; he talked grand, and spacious; its long painted windows, though of a chapter being called, and ultra rigors inflicted. lighted by a strong evening sun, but dimly illumined The Abbess pleaded the Novice's recent indisposition, its gothic tracery, and the pale light of the lamps gave and the languor to which she was reduced in consea yet more ghastly hue to the recumbent and kneeling quence ; she likewise urged her saintly character, and figures of armed knights and cowled monks, whose that on the very eve of her taking the habit of the effigies were ranged around. Innumerable chapels order, it was impolitic to treat her with harshness and were raised on either side, whose gloomy recesses, dis- lower her in the opinion of her sisters. Obedience is figured by grotesque and tinselled statues of saints, however the first of duties in a monastic institution: were rendered yet more obscure by the heavy fretted she therefore consented that the Nuns should be assemscreenwork surrounding them, confusing the inquiring bled to witness the humiliation and listen to the rebuke glance with a thousand shadowy and fearful imaginings. which the Abbott was to bestow upon the delinquent,

The Abbott now led the way to the font; the sweet and went herself to bring her before the august tributhough tremulous voices of the Nuns responded to the nal, meaning to soothe her agitation with the voice of deep chaunt of the Monks; high rose the fumes of the friendship. fragrant incense ; flowers were strewed, and the rich She was not in her cell: she sought for her in the sponsorial offerings presented. At this moment a garden, for Adelaide had been allowed greater privi. figure, habited in the white noviciate habit, slowly ad- leges than the rest of the community, and would often, vanced to the principal group, and taking the infant from the garden's coolness, seek that refreshment which from the arms of the astonished godmother, pressed it the busy workings of her memory denied her in sleep. closely to her heart, kissing it repeatedly; then sinking The evening was one of stillness and delight. Night, on her knees and bending lovingly over the babe, in a as though jealous of the protracted day which still low, sad voice, ejaculated blessings on both father and lingered on the horizon, had sent forth her starry atchild. A feeling of awe from the solemnity of her tributes, and the reaper's moon hung full and luminous. manner prevented interference ; a deathlike silence and Even the Abbess was touched with something more suspension reigned for a few instants, which was inter- than her usual calm devotion, and wondered not that rupted by the stern voice of the Abbott. “Wherefore, her unfortunate friend should often commune with God daughter, this interruption to our holy rites ? retire, in this temple in preference to the one built by mortal and in your cell await the penance which your inde- hands. Something like human regret passed through corous appearance has drawn upon you.” The Nun her mind as she thought of Adelaide, beautiful, accomarose from her kneeling posture ; but instead of giving plished, and full of youthful energies, doomed to be the infant to the lady from whom she took it, turned imprisoned for life ; subject to the constant jealousies to the baron Julian, who stood some paces distant, and and littlenesses of a conventual life, its apathy and explaced it in his arms : once more she stooped to kiss tinction of human feelings. But then her blighted the little one, gently clasping the warrior hands that

affections made a convent her only refuge ; and while held it; then meekly bowing her head, with slow, she was superior, she could protect her from much of noiseless step seemed to fade amid the misty obscurity suffering, bodily and mental. of the distant aisles. 'Tis a holy woman," said the “ Unable to find her in the garden, she proceeded to Abbott, “ whose severe penances have I feared unset- the chapel : the lamps used at the recent ceremony were tled the quiet of her mind ; yet her sanctity and ex- mostly extinct, or burned dimly. · Adelaide, daughtreme devotion make her an especial favourite of

ter, are you here ?' said the Abbess; but the low echo Heaven ; and it augur's well for your illustrious house, of her own words was the only reply. She turned to that its heir should be blessed by one, who, like Holy leave the place, when the red glare of evening pouring Anna, is doubtless gifted with divine inspiration,” through a window discovered the object of her search, The company all bowed in acknowledgment of Heaven's kneeling by the font, with one arm hanging over the favour ; the ceremony was concluded without further marble basin, against which her head reclined. Her interruption ; and when the gallant pageant returned attitude and statue-like appearance made her seem part to the castle, but few remembered the miraculous visi. of the sculpture. The Abbess thought her wrapt in tation, amidst their revelry and wassail. Not so the pious ecstacy and drew near to arouse her. In vainholy abbott ; he could not so easily overlook the want the consolations of friendship, the chidings of religious of discipline and decorum which this strange appear. austerity were alike equal ; her withered heart could ance bespoke among the Nuns committed to his paternal resist no longer ; she had returned to the chapel where charge A choir Novice to intrude before such an she had last beheld her lord, and pressed his infant to assembly, to interrupt the service of the church! what- her heart. Again she traced its blooming features, and

dwelt upon įts father's delighted countenance ; till, overcome by one of these bitter pangs which swell the heart to bursting, her spirit yielded to the struggle, and left her fixed and lifeless, has she has been described."

THE REIGN OF SPRING,

The birds renew their nuptial vow,
Nestlings themselves are lovers now :
Fresh broods each bending bough receives,
Till feathers far outnumber leaves;
But kites in circles swim the air,
And sadden music to despair.
The stagnant pools, the quaking bogs,
Teem, croak, and crawl with hordes of frogs;
The matied woods, th' infected earth,
Are venomous with reptile-birth;
Armies of locusts cloud the skies i
With beetles hornets, gnats with flies,
Interminable warfare wage,
And madden heaven with insect-rage.

The flowers are wither'd ;-sun nor dew
Their fallen glories shall renew;
The flowers are nither'd; germ nor seed
Ripen in garden, wild or mead:
The corufields shoot;- their blades, alas!
Run riot in luxuriant grass.
The tainted flocks, the drooping kine,
In famine of abundance pine,
Where vegetation, sonr, unsound,
And loathsonie, rots, and rankles ronnd;
Nature with Nature seems at strite;
Nothing can live but monstrous life,
By death engender'd;--food and breatha
Are turn'd to elements of death;
And where the soil his victims s rew,
Corruption quickens them anew.

But ere the year was half expir'd,
Spring saw her folly, and retir'd,
Yok'd her light chariot to a breeze,
And mounted to the Pleiades;
Content with them to rest or play
Along the calm nocturnal way;
Till leaven's remaining circuit run,
They meet the pale bybernal sun,
And gaily mingling in his blaze,
Hail the trne dawn of vernal days.

E L E ANO R.

Who loves not Spring's voluptirons honrs, The carnival of birds and flowers ? Yet who would choose, however dear, That Spring should revel all the year ?

-Who loves not Sommer's splendid reign,
The bridal of the earth and main ?
Yet who would choose, however bright
A dog-day noon without a night?
-Who loves not Autumn,s joyous round,
When corn, and wine, and oil abound?
Yet who would choose, however gay,
A year of unrenew'd decay ?

- Who loves not Winter's awful form ?
The Sphere-born music of the storm ?
Yet who would choose, how grand soever,
The shortest day to last for ever?

'Twas in that age renown'd, remote,
When all was true that Æsop wrote ;
And in that land of fair Ideal,
Where all that poets dream is real;
Upon a day of annual state,
The Seasons met in high debate,
There blush,d young Spring in maiden-pride,
Blithe Summer look'd a gorgeous bride,
Staid Autumn mov'd with matron grace,
And beldame Winter purs'd her face,
Dispute grew wild ; all talk'd together;
The four at once made wondrons weather ;
Nor one (whate'er the rest bad shewn')
Heard any reason but her own,
While each (for nothing else was clear,)
Claim'd the whole circle of the year,

Spring, in possession of the field,
Compelld her sisters soon to yield;
They part,-resolv'd elsewhere to try
A twelve-month's empire of the sky;
And calling off their airy legions,
Alighted in adjacent regious,
Spring o'er the eastern champaign smild,
Fell Winter rul'd the northern wild;
Summer porsied the Sun's red car,
But Autumn lov'd the twilight star.

As Spring parades her new domain,
Lovo, Banty, Pleasure, hold her train ;
Her footsteps wake the flowers beneath,
That start, and blash, aod sweetly breatbe ;
Her gales on nimble pinions rove,
And shake to foliage every grove;
Her voice, in dell and thicket heard,
Cheers on the nest the mother-bird;
The ice-lock'd streams, as if they felt
Her toych, to liquid diamond melt;
The lambs around her bleat and play ;
The serpent Aings his slough away,
And shines, in orient colours dight,
A fexile ray of living light,
Nature unbinds her wintry shroud,
(As the soft sunshine melts the cloud,)
With infant gambols sports along,
Bounds into yonth, and soars in song,
The Morn impearls her locks with dew";
Noon spreads a sky of boundless blue;
The rainbow spans the evening scene;
The Night is silent and serene,
Save when her lonely minstrel wrings
The heart with sweetness, while he sings,

-Who would not wish, unrivall'd here, That Spring might frolic all the year ?

Three monihy are ffed, and still she reigns, Exalting queen o'er bills and plains;

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The room was very crowded; it was a musical party, but I chanced to arrive just at the termination of a song so that some short time passed in the general hum of conversation which commonly intervenes between the pieces of music at a concert. But of a sudden, there

an endeavour to obtain silence-some one going to sing. I was engaged in conversation, and did not pay much attention to the prelude, which was played on a harp. It was a simple air, just played over, as it seemed, to give the key to the singer, and to accord the instrument to the voice; but, as have said, I continued my conversation, heeding it but little. I happened to be speaking on some subject that interested me; and I continued talking earnestly, but par bienstance, in a low tone of voice, when the singer began. I stopped instantly ; the most perfect silence by this time reigned in the room, and gave full effect to the notes of a voice, clearer, fuller, and far, far more sweet, than any I had ever heard. The song was of that style which may be termed pensive gaiety; which may be supposed to speak the feelings of one naturally joyous and buoyant, but saddened by the visitation of early sorrow. The singer gave-what is so rarethe words of the song with the utmost distinctness ; and they were uttered with a truth of feeling and expression which, added to the wild, simple, and beautiful air to which they were breathed, sank to my very soul. There was, however, no parade of feeling-none of that displayed and spurious sepsibility which so often reigns in the atmosphere of piano

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