The motto and the arms her carriage bore.

Led by that clue, he left not England's shore
Till he had known her: and to know her well
Prolong'd, exalted, bound, enchantment's spell;
For with affections warm, intense, refined,
She mix'd such calm and holy strength of mind,
That, like Heav'n's image in the smiling brook,
Celestial peace was pictured in her look.

Hers was the brow, in trials unperplex'd,

That cheer'd the sad and tranquillized the vex'd:

She studied not the meanest to eclipse,

And yet the wisest listen'd to her lips;

She sang not, knew not Music's magic skill,

But yet her voice had tones that sway'd the will. He sought-he won her-and resolv'd to make

His future home in England for her sake.

Yet, ere they wedded, matters of concern

To CÆSAR'S Court commanded his return,

A season's space,—and on his Alpine way,

He reach'd those bowers, that rang with joy that day: The boy was half beside himself,—the sire,

All frankness, honour, and Helvetian fire,

Of speedy parting would not hear him speak;

And tears bedew'd and brighten'd JULIA's cheek.

Thus, loth to wound their hospitable pride,
A month he promised with them to abide;
As, blithe he trode the mountain-sward as they,
And felt his joy make ev❜n the young more gay.
How jocund was their breakfast parlour fann'd

By yon blue water's breath,-their walks how bland!

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Fair JULIA seem'd her brother's soften'd sprite-
A gem reflecting Nature's purest light,—
And with her graceful wit there was inwrought
A wildly sweet unworldliness of thought,
That almost child-like to his kindness drew,
And twin with UDOLPH in his friendship grew.

But did his thoughts to love one moment range?-
No! he who had loved CONSTANCE could not change!
Besides, till grief betray'd her undesign'd,

Th' unlikely thought could scarcely reach his mind,

That eyes so young on years like his should beam
Unwoo'd devotion back for

pure esteem.

True she sang to his very soul, and brought

Those trains before him of luxuriant thought,

Which only Music's Heav'n-born art can bring,

Το sweep across the mind with angel wing.

Once, as he snailed amidst that waking trance,

She paused o'ercome: he thought it might be chance,
And, when his first suspicions dimly stole,

Rebuked them back like phantoms from his soul.
But when he saw his caution gave her pain,
And kindness brought suspense's rack again,
Faith, honour, friendship bound him to unmask
Truths which her timid fondness fear'd to ask.

And yet with gracefully ingenuous power
Her spirit met th' explanatory hour;-
Ev'n conscious beauty brighten'd in her eyes,
That told she knew their love no vulgar prize;

And pride, like that of one more woman-grown,

Enlarged her mien, enrich'd her voice's tone.

'Twas then she struck the keys, and music made

That mock'd all skill her hand had e'er display'd:
Inspir'd and warbling, rapt from things around,
She look'd the very Muse of magic sound,
Painting in sound the forms of joy and woe,
Until the mind's eye saw them melt and glow.
Her closing strain composed and calm she play'd,
And sang no words to give its pathos aid;

But grief seem'd ling'ring in its lengthen'd swell,
And like so many tears the trickling touches fell.
Of CONSTANCE then she heard THEODRIC speak,
And steadfast smoothness still possess'd her cheek;
But when he told her how he oft had plann'd

Of old a journey to their mountain-land,