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Amid yon glowing streak thy transient beam, Has ever broke! Yet with the murmuring breeze
A long, a last farewell! Seasons have changed, Full sadly chimed the music and the song,
Ages and empires roll'd, like smoke, away,

For with them came the memory of joys
But thou, unalter'd, beamest as silver fair

Forever past, the stinging thought of what As on thy birthnight! Bright and watchful eyes, They once had been, and of their future lot. From palaces and bowers, have hail'd thy gem To their grieved view the passages of earth With secret transport! Natal star of love, Delightful rise, their tender ligaments And souls that love the shadowy hour of fancy, So dear, they heeded not an after state, How much I owe thee, how I bless thy ray! Though.by a fearful judgment usher'd in. How oft thy rising o'er the hamlet green,

A bridegroom fond, who lavish'd all his heart Signal of rest, and social converse sweet,

On his beloved, forgetful of the Man Beneath some patriarchal tree, has cheer'd

Of many Sorrows, who, for him, resign'd The peasant's heart, and drawn his benison. His meek and spotless spirit on the cross, Pride of the west! beneath thy placid light Has marked among the blessed bands, array'd The tender tale shall never more be told,

Celestial in a spring of beauty, doom'd Man's soul shall never wake to joy again : No more to fade, the charmer of his soul, Thou sett'st forever,- lovely orb, farewell !”. Her cheek soft blooming like the dawn in heaven.

He recollects the days when on his smile xx.

She lived; when, gently leaning on his breast, Low warblings, now, and solitary harps

Tears of intense affection dimm'd her eyes, Were heard among the angels, touch'd and tuned

Of dove-like lustre.-Thoughtless, now, of him As to an evening hymn, preluding soft

And earthly joys, eternity and heaven To cherub voices; louder as they swellid,

Engross her soul.- What more accursed pang Deep strings struck in and hoarser instruments, Can hell inflict? With her, in realms of light, Mix'd with clear, silver sounds, till concord rose In never-dying bliss, he might have roll'd Full as the harmony of winds to heaven;

Eternity away; but now, forever Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies

Torn from his bride new-found, with cruel fiends, To some worn pilgrim, first with glistening eyes Or men like fiends, must waste and weep. Now, now Greeting his native valley, whence the sounds He mourns with burning, bitter drops his days Of rural gladness, herds, and bleating flocks, Misspent, probation lost, and heaven despised. The chirp of birds, blithe voices, lowing kine, Such thoughts from many a bursting heart drew The dash of waters, reed, or rustic pipe,

forth Dlent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd bell, Groans, lamentations, and despairing shrieks, Come, like the echo of his early joys.

That on the silent air came from afar.
In every pause, from spirits in mid air,
Responsive still were golden viols heard,

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And heavenly symphonies stole faintly dowr..

As, when from some proud capital that crowns

Imperial Ganges, the reviving breeze
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Sweeps the dank mist, or hoary river fog
Calm, deep, and silent was the tide of joy Impervious mantled o'er her highest towers,
That roll'd o'er all the blessed ; visions of bliss, Bright on the eye rush Brauma's temples, capp'd
Rapture too mighty, swell’d their hearts to bursting; With spiry tops, gay-trellised minarets,
Prelude to heaven it seem'd, and in their sight Pagods of gold, and mosques with burnish'd domes,
Celestial glories swam. How fared, alas!

Gilded, and glistening in the morning sun, That other band ? Sweet to their troubled minds So from the hill the cloudy curtains roll’d, The solemn scene; ah! doubly sweet the breeze And, in the lingering lustre of the eve, Refreshing, and the purple light to eyes

Again the Saviour and his seraphs shone. But newly oped from that benumbing sleep Emitted sudden in his rising, flash'd Whose dark and drear abode no cheering dream, Intenser light, as toward the right hand host No bright-hued vision ever enters, souls

Mild turning, with a look ineffable, For ages pent, perhaps, in some dir world

The invitation he proclaim'd in accents Where guilty spectres stalk the twilight gloom. Which on their ravish'd ears pour'd thrilling, like For, like the spirit's last seraphic smile,

The silver sound of many trumpets heard The earth, anticipating now her tomb,

Afar in sweetest jubilee; then, swift To rise, perhaps, as heaven magnificent,

Stretching his dreadful sceptre to the left, Appear'd Hesperian : gales of gentlest wing That shot forth horrid lightnings, in a voice Came fragrance-laden, and such odours shed Clothed but in half its terrors, yet to them As Yemen never knew, nor those blest isles Seem'd like the crush of heaven, pronounced thu In Indian seas, where the voluptuous hreeze

doom. The peaceful native breathes, at eventide,

The sentence utter'd, as with life instinct,
Froin nutmeg groves and bowers of cinnamon. The throne uprose majestically slow;
How solemn on their ears the choral note

Each angel spread his wings; in one dread swell Swell'd of the angel hymn! so late escaped Of triumph mingling as they mounted, trumpets, l'he cold embraces of the grave, whose damp And harps, and golden lyres, and timbrels sweet, Ailence no voice or stringd instı iment

| And many a strange and deep-toned instrument

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Of heavenly minstrelsy unknown on earth, Hail'd by the pilgrims of the desert, bound
And angels' voices, and the loud acclaim

To Judah's mart with orient merchandise.
Of all the ransom'd, like a thunder-shout.

But not, for thou art fair and turret-crown'd, Far through the skies melodious echoes rullid, Wet with the choicest dew of heaven, and bless'd And faint hosannas distant climes return'd. With golden fruits, and gales of frankincense,

Dwell I beneath thine ample curtains. Here, XXIII.

Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern Down from the lessening multitude came faint

law And fainter still the trumpet's dying peal,

Still speaks in thunder, where chief angels watch, All else in distance lost; when, to receive

And where the glory hovers, here I war.
Their new inhabitants, the heavens unfolded.
Up gazing, then, with streaming eyes, a glimpse
The wicked caught of Paradise, whence streaks
Of splendour, golden quivering radiance shone,

UNTOLD LOVE.*
4s wher, the showery evening sun takes leave,
Breaking a moment o'er the illumined world.
Seen far within, fair forms moved graceful by,

The soul, my lord, is fashion'd-like the lyre. Slow-turning to the light their snowy wings.

Strike one chord suddenly, and others vibrate. 1 deep-drawn, agonizing groan escaped

Your name abruptly mention'd, casual words The hapless outcasts, when upon the LORD

Of comment on your deeds, praise from your The glowing portals closed. Undone, they stood

uncle, Wistfully gazing on the cold, gray heaven,

News from the armies, talk of your return, As if to catch, alas! a hope not there.

A word let fall touching your youthful passion, But shades began to gather; night approach'd

Suffused her cheek, call'd to her drooping eye Murky and lowering: round with horror roll'd

A momentary lustre; made her pulse On one another, their despairing eyes

Leap headlong, and her bosom palpitate. That glared with anguish: starless, hopeless gloom

I could not long be blind, for love defies Fell on their souls, never to know an end.

Concealment, making every glance and motion, Though in the far horizon linger'd yet

Silence, and speech a tell-tale ...... A lurid gleam, black clouds were mustering there;

These things, though trivial of themselves, begat Red flashes, follow'd by low muttering sounds,

Suspicion. But long months elapsed, Announced the fiery tempest doom'd to hurl

Ere I knew all. She had, you know, a fever. 'The fragments of the earth again to chaos.

| One night, when all were weary and at rest, Wild gusts swept by, upon whose hollow wing | I, sitting by her couch, tired and o'erwatch'd, Unearthly voices, yells, and ghastly peals

Thinking she slept, suffer'd my lids to close. Of demon laughter came. Infernal shapes

Waked by a voice, I found her- never, Signor, Flitted along the sulphurous wreaths, or plunged

While life endures, will that scene fade from me,Their dark, impure abyss, as sea-fowl dive

A dying lamp wink'd in the hearth, that cast, Their watery element.--O'erwhelmed with sights

And snatched the shadows. Something stood beAnd sounds appalling, I awoke; and found

fore me For gathering storms, and signs of coming wo,

In white. My flesh began to creep. I thought The midnight moon gleaming upon my bed

I saw a spirit. It was my lady risen, Serene and peaceful. Gladly I survey'd her

And standing in her night-robe with clasp'd hands, Walking in brightness through the stars of heaven,

Like one in prayer. Her pallid face display'd And blessed the respite ere the day of doom. Something, methought, surpassing mortal beauty.

She presently turn'd round, and fix'd her large,

wild eyes,

Brimming with tears, upon me, fetched a sigh, HADAD'S DESCRIPTION OF THE CITY

As from a riven heart, and cried : “He's dead!

But, hush !-weep not,—I've bargain’d for his OF JERUSALEM.

That's safe in bliss!”—Demanding who was dead, "T 18 80;-the hoary harper sings aright;

Scarce yet aware she raved, she answer'd quick, How beautiful is Zion -Like a queen,

Her Cosmo, her beloved; for that his ghost, Arm'd with a helm, in virgin loveliness,

All pale and gory, thrice had pass'd her bed. Her hearing bosom in a bossy cuirass,

With that, her passion breaking loose, my lord, Shr sits aloft, begirt with battlements

She pour'd her lamentation forth in strains lod bulwarks swelling from the rock, to guard

Pathetical beyond the reach of reason. 'l be sacred courts, pavilions, palaces,

«Gone, gone, gone to the grave, and never knew Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods

| I loved him !"-I'd no power to speak, or move. Which tuft ner summit, and, like raven tresses,

I sat stone still,-a horror fell upon mı. Waved their dark beauty round the lower of | At last, her little strength ebb'd out, she sank, David.

And lay, as in death's arms, till morning.
Resplendent with a thousand golden bucklers,
The embrasures of alabaster shine;

* From Deme in."

soul,

SCENE FROM HADAD.

But 't was from him I learn'd their fate, their fall,
Who erewhile wore resplendent crowns in heaven;

Now scatter'd through the earth, the air, the sea. The terraced roof of Ausalon's house by night;

Them he compels to answer, and from them adorned with vases of flowers and fragrant Has drawn what Moses, nor no mortal ear shrubs ; an awning over part of it. TAMAR

Has ever heard. and Hadad.

Tam. But did he tell it thee!

Had. He told me much-more than I dare reveal Tam. No, no, I well remember-proofs, you said, For with a dreadful oath he seald my lips. Unknown to Moses.

Tam. But canst thou tell me nothing? Why Had. Well, my love, thou know'st

unfold I've been a traveller in various climes ;

So much, if I must hear no more? Trod Ethiopia's scorching sands, and scaled

Had. You bade The snow-clad mountains; trusted to the deep; Explain my words, almost reproach me, sweet, Traversed the fragrant islands of the sea,

For what by accident escaped me. And with the wise conversed of many nations.

| Tam. Ah! Tam. I know thou hast.

A little-something tell me-sure not all Hud. Of all mine eyes have seen,

Were words inhibited.
The greatest, wisest, and most wonderful

Had. Then promise never,
Is that dread sage, the Ancient of the Mountain. | Never to utter of this conference
Tam. Who?

A breath to mortal.
Had. None knows his lineage, age, or name:

Tam. Solemnly I vow. his locks

Had. Even then, 't is little I can say, compared Are like the snows of Caucasus; his eyes

With all the marvels he related. Beam with the wisdom of collected ages.

Tam. Come, In green, unbroken years he sees, 't is said, I'm breathless. Tell me how they sinn'd, how fell. The generations pass, like autumn fruits,

Had. Their head, their prince involved them in Garner'd, consumed, and springing fresh to life,

bis ruin. Again to perish, while he views the sun,

Tam. What black offence on his devoted head The scasons roll, in rapt serenity,

Drew endless punishment ? And high communion with celestial powers.

Had. The wish to be Some say 'tis Suxx, our father, some say Exoch, Like the All-Perfect. And some MELCHISEDEK.

Tam. Arrogating that Tam. I've heard a tale

Due only to his Maker! awful crime! Like this, but ne'er believed it.

But what their doom? their place of punishment' Had. I have proved it.

Had. Above, about, beneath; earth, sea, and air; Through perils dire, dangers most imminent, Their habitations various as their minds, Seven days and nights, mid rocks and wildernesses, Employments, and desires. And boreal snows, and never-thawing ice,

Tam. But are they round us, Hadad? out Where not a bird, a beast, a living thing,

confined
Save the far-soaring vulture comes, I dared In penal chains and darkness?
My desperate way, resolved to know or perish. Had. So he said,
Tam. Rash, rash adventurer!

And so your holy books infer. What saith
Had. On the highest peak

Your prophet? what the prince of Uz?
Of stormy Caucasus there blooms a spot

Tam. I shudder,
On which perpetual sunbeains play, where flowers Lest some dark minister be near us now.
And verdure never die; and there he dwells.

Had. You wrong them. They are bright inTam. But didst thou see him?

telligences, Had. Never did I view

Robb’d of some native splendour, and cast down. Such awful majesty: his reverend locks

'Tis true, from heaven; but not deform'd and foul, Hung like a silver mantle to his feet;

Revengeful, malice-working fiends, as fools His raiment glistered saintly white, his brow

Suppose. They dwell, like princes, in the clouds Rose like the gate of Paradise; his mouth

Sun their bright pinions in the middle sky;
Was musical as its bright guardians' songs. Or arch their palaces beneath the hills,
Tam. What did he tell thee? O! what wisdom With stones inestimable studded so,
fell

That sun or stars were useless there.
From lips so hallow'a ?

Tam. Good heavens! Had. Whether he possesses

Had. He bade me look on rugged Caucasus.
The Tetragrammaton—the powerful name Crag piled on crag beyond the utmost ken,
Inscribed on Moses' rod, by which he wrought Naked and wild, as if creation's ruins
Unheard-of wonders, which constrains the heavens Were heaped in one immeasurable chain
To shower down blessings, shakes the earth, and / or barren mountains, beaten by the storing
rules

Of everlasting winter. But within
The strongest spirits; or if God hath given Are glorious palaces and domes of light,
A delegated power, I cannot tell.

| Irradiate halls and crystal colonnades,

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Vaults set with gems the purchase of a crown, Tam. I know that they were made to rule the Blazing with lustre past the noontide beam,

night. Or, with a milder beauty, mimicking

Had. Like palace lamps ! Thou echoest well The mystic signs of changeful Mazzaroth.

thy grandsire. Tam. Unheard-of splendour !

Woman! the stars are living, glorious, Had. There they dwell, and muse,

Amazing, infinite!
And wander; beings beautiful, immortal,

Tam. Speak not so wildly.
Minds vast as heaven, capacious as the sky, I know them numberless, resplendent, set
Whose thoughts connect past, present, and to come, As symbols of the countless, countless years
And glow with light intense, imperishable. That make eternity.
Thus, in the sparry chambers of the sea

Had. Eternity!
And air-pavilions, rainbow tabernacles,

0! mighty, glorious, miserable thought! They study nature's secrets, and enjoy

Had ye endured like those great sufferers, No pror dominion.

Like them, seen ages, myriad ages roll; Tam. Are they beautiful,

Could ye but look into the void abyss And powerful far beyond the human race?

With eyes experienced, unobscured by torments, Had. Man's feeble heart cannot conceive it.' Then mightst thou name it, name it feelingly. When

Tam. What ails thee, Hadan? Draw me not The sage described them, fiery eloquence

so close. Flow'd from his lips; his bosom heaved, his eyes Had. Tamar! I need thy love—more than thy Grew bright and mystical; moved by the theme,

loveLike one who feels a deity within.

Tam. Thy cheek is wet with tears-Nay, let us Tam. Wondrous! What intercourse have they "T is late-I cannot, must not linger. (partwith men ?

[Breaks from him, and exit. Had. Sometimes they deign to intermix with man, Ha i. Loved and abhorr’d! Still, still accursed ! But oft with woman.

[He paces twice or thrice up and down, with Tam. Ha! with woman?

passionate gestures ; then turns his face to Had. She

the sky, and stands a moment in silence.] Attracts them with her gentler virtues, soft,

O! where, I ad beautiful, and heavenly, like themselves.

In the illimitable space, in what They have been known to love her with a passion

Profound of untried misery, when all Stronger than human.

His worlds, his rolling orbs of light, that fill Tam. That surpasses all

With life and beauty yonder infinite, You yet have told me.

Their radiant journey run, forever set, Had. This the sage affirms;

Where, where, in what abyss shall I be groaning ! And Moses, darkly.

[Exil. Tam. How do they appear? How manifest their love? Had. Sometimes 't is spiritual, signified

ARTHUR'S SOLILOQUY.* By beatific dreams, or more distinct

Here let me pause, and breathe a while, and wipe Ind glorious apparition. They have stoop'd

These servile drops from off my burning brow. To animate a human form, and love

Amidst these venerable trees, the air Like mortals.

Seems hallow'd by the breath of other times.Tam. Frightful to be so beloved ! Who could endure the horrid thought! What makes

Companions of my fathers ! ye have mark'd

Their generations pass. Your giant arms
Thy cold hand tremble ! or is’t mine
That feels so deathy ?

Shadow'd their youth, and proudly canopied

Their silver hairs, when, ripe in years and glory, Had. Dark imaginations haunt me

These walks they trod to meditate on heaven. When I recall the dreadful interview.

What warlike pageants have ye seen! what trains Tam. 0, tell them not: I would not hear them.

Of captives, and what heaps of spoil ! what pomp, Had. But why contemn a spirit's love? so high,

When the victorious chief, war's teinpest o'er, No glorious, if he haply deign'a ?

In Warkworth's bowers unbound his panoply! Tam. Forswear

What floods of splendour, bursts of jocund din, My Maker! love a demon!

Startled the slumbering tenants of these shades, Had. No-0, noMy thoughts but wander'd. Oft, alas! they wander.

When night awoke the tumult of the feast,

The song of damsels, and the sweet-toned lyre ! Tam. Why dost thou speak so sadly now? And Thine eyes are fix'd again upon Arcturus. [lo!

Then, princely Pency reigned amidst his halls,

Champion, and judge, and father of the north. Thus ever, when thy drooping spirits ebb, Thou gazest on that star. Hath it the power

0, days of ancient grandeur! are ye gone?

Forever gone? Do these same scenes behold To cause or cure thy melancholy mood?

His offspring here, the hireling of a foe? [He appears lost in thought.

0, that I knew my fate! that I could read Tell me, ascribest thou influence to the stars!

The des iny which Heaven has mark'd for me! Had. (starting.) The stars! What know's! thou of the stars!

• From “ Perry's Masqua."

JOHN M. HARNEY.

(Born, 1789. Died, 1825.]

John M. HARNBY, the second of three sons of tions could be discovered, and that he for years I'HOMAS HARNEY, an officer in the continental had searched for her in vain through every quarforces during the revolution, was born in Sussex ter of the world. He implores the aid of the county, Delaware, on the ninth of March, 1789. seer, who ascertains from familiar spirits, sumIn 1791 the family removed to the vicinity of moned by his spells, that CRYSTALINA has been Nashville, Tennessee, and in a few years to Lou- stolen by OBERON, and, arming RINALDO with a isiana. The elder brother and our author studied cross and consecrated weapons, conducts him to medicine, and the former became a surgeon in the a mystic circle, within which, upon the performarmy. The younger brother also entered the ance of a described ceremony, the earth opens army, was commissioned as lieutenant in 1818, and discloses the way to Fairy Land. In the and in 1847 was brevetted a brigadier general for second, third, and fourth cantos, are related the gallant conduct in the battle of Cerro Gordo. knight's adventures in that golden subterranean

Dr. John M. HARNEY settled in Bardstown, realm ; the various stratagems and enchantments Kentucky, where in 1814 he was married to a by which its sovereign endeavored to seduce or daughter of Judge John Rowan. In 1816 he vi- terrify him; his annihilation of all obstacles by sited the eastern states; and the death of his wife, exhibiting the cross; the discovery of CRYSTAsoon after, caused him to abandon his pursuits LINA, transformed into a bird, in OBERON's paat Bardstown and return to Tennessee ; and, as lace; the means by which she was restored to her soon as he could make suitable preparations, to go natural form of beauty; and the triumphant reabroad. He travelled in Great Britain, Ireland, turn of the lovers to the upper air. In the fifth France, and Spain ; spent several years in the and sixth cantos it is revealed that ALTAGRAND is naval seryice of Buenos Ayres; and coming back the father of RINALDO, and the early friend of the to the United States, took up his residence at Sa- father of CRYSTALINA, with whom he had fought vannah, Georgia, where he conducted a political in the holy wars against the infidel. The king, newspaper. Excessive exertion and exposure at

-"inspired with joy and wine, a fire, in that city, brought on a fever which under

From his loose locks shook off the snows of time," mined his constitution, and having removed again and celebrated the restoration of his child and to Bardstown, he died there, on the fifteenth of

bis friend, and the resignation of his crown to January, 1825.

RINALDO, in a blissful song: His “Crystalina, a Fairy Tale," in six cantos, was completed when he was about twenty-three

... " Ye rolling streams, make liquid melody,

And dance into the sea. years of age, but in consequence of the proverb

Let not rudu Boreas, on this halcyon day, ial indifference, and even contempt, with which

Forth in his stormy chariot be whirled; Americans receive the works of their country Let not a cloud its raven wings display, 'pen,” he informs us in a brief preface, was not Nor shoot the oak-rending lightnings at the world. published until 1816, when it appeared anony

Let Jove, auspicious, from bis red right hand, mously in New York. It received much atten

Lay down his thunder brand

A child I lost, but two this day have found, tion in the leading literary journals of that day.

Let the earth shout, and let the skies resound.... Its obvious faults were freely censured, but upon

• Let Atropos forego her dismal trade, the whole it was reviewed with unusual manifesta

And cast her fatal, horrid shears, away, tions of kindly interest. The sensitive poet, how

While Lachesis spins out a firmer thread; ever, was so deeply wounded by some unfavor Let hostile armies hold a truce to day, able criticisms, that he suppressed nearly all the And grim-faced war wash white bis gory hand, copies he had caused to be printed, so that it has

And smile around the land

A child I lost, but two this day have found, since been among our rarest books.

Let the earth shout, and let the skies resound. "The poem is founded chiefly upon superstitions

“Let all the stars of Influence beniga, which prevail among the highlands of Scotland.

This sacred night in heavenly synod meet: A venerable seer, named ALTAGRAND, is visited

Let Mars and Venus be in happy trine, by the knight RINALDO, who informs him that

And on the wide world look with aspect sweet; the monarch of a distant island had an only And let the mystic music of the spheres daughter, CRYSTALINA, with whom he had fall Be audible to mortal ears-

A child I lost, but two this day have found, en in love; that the princess refused to marry him unless he first distinguished himself in bat

Then shout, ob earth, and thou, ob seal, resound." tle; that he plucked laurel wreaths in danger's In 1816. Mr. JOHN NEAL was editing - The bloody path," and returned to claim his promised Portico," a monthly magazine, at Baltimore, and reward, but was informed of the mysterious disap- he reviewed this poem in a long and character. pearance of thn maid, of whose fate no indica- istic article. After remarking that it was the

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