me. sacrifice?" "We have bruised but so much, Socrates,' saith he, " as we thought would be sufficient." "I understand you," saith he; "but yet it is both lawful and our duty to pray to the gods, that our transmigration from hence to them may be happy and fortunate." Having spoke these words, and remained silent (for a minute or two) he easily and expeditely drank all that was in the cup. Then many of us endeavored what we could to contain our tears, but when we beheld him drinking the poison, and immediately after, no man was able longer to refrain from weeping; and while I put force upon myself to suppress my tears, they flowed down my cheeks drop after drop. So, covering my face, I wept in secret; deploring not his, but my own hard fortune, in the loss of so great a friend and so near a kinsman. But Crito, no longer able to contend with his grief, and to forbid his tears, rose up before And Apollodorus first breaking forth into showers of tears, and then into cries, howlings, and lamentations, left no man from whom he extorted not tears in abundance; Socrates himself only excepted, who said, "What do ye, my friends? truly I sent away the women for no other reason, but lest they should in this kind offend. For I have heard that we ought to die with good men's gratulation; but re-compose yourselves, and resume your courage and resolution." Hearing this, we blushed with shame, and suppressed our tears. But when he had walked awhile, and told us that his thighs had grown heavy and stupid; he lay down upon his back; for so he who had given him the poison had directed him to do. Who a little time after, returns, and feeling him, looked upon his legs and feet then pinching his foot vehemently, he asked him if he felt it? and when he said no, he again pinched his legs; and turning to us, told us, that now Socrates was stiff with cold; and touching him, said he would die so soon as the poison came up to his heart; for the parts about his heart were already grown stiff. Then Socrates, putting aside the garment wherewith he was covered; "We owe," saith he, "a cock to Esculapius; but do ye pay him, and neglect not to do it." And these were his last words. "It shall be done," saith Crito; "but see if you have any other command for us." To whom he gave no answer; but soon after fainting, he moved himself often [as in suffering convulsions]. Then the servant uncovered him; and his eyes stood wide open; which Crito perceiving, he closed both his mouth and his eyes. This, Echecrates, was the end of our friend and familiar, a man, as we in truth affirm, of all whom we have by use and experience known, the wisest, and most just. THE BRIDAL OF ANDALLA. J. G. LOCKHART. "RISE up, rise up, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the Town. From gay guitar and violin the silver notes are flowing, And the lovely lute doth speak between the trumpet's lordly blowing, And banners bright from lattice light are waving everywhere, And the tall tall plume of our cousin's bridegroom floats proudly in the air: Rise up, rise up, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the Town. "Arise, arise, Xarifa, I see Andalla's face, He bends him to the people with a calm and princely grace, Through all the land of Xeres and banks of Guadalquiver Rode forth Bridegroom so brave as he, so brave and lovely? never! Yon tall plume waving o'er his brow of azure mixed with white, I guess 'twas wreathed by Zara, whom he will wed tonight; Rise up, rise up, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the Town. "What aileth thee, Xarifa, what makes thine eyes look down? Why stay ye from the window far, nor gaze with all the Town? I've heard you say on many a day, and sure you said the truth, Andalla rides without a peer, among all Grenada's youth. Without a peer he rideth, and yon milk-white horse doth go Beneath his stately master, with a stately step and slow; Then rise, oh rise, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion down; Unseen here through the lattice, you may gaze with all the Town."— The Zegri Lady rose not, nor laid her cushion down, Nor came she to the window to gaze with all the Town; But though her eyes dwelt on her knee, in vain her fingers strove, And though her needle press'd the silk, no flower Xarifa wove; One bonny rosebud she had traced, before the noise drew nigh That bonny bud a tear effaced, slow drooping from her eye. "No-no," she sighs-" bid me not rise, nor lay my cushion down, To gaze upon Andalla with all the gazing Town.""Why rise ye not, Xarifa, nor lay your cushion down? Why gaze ye not, Xarifa, with all the gazing Town? Hear, hear the trumpet how it swells, and how the people cry. He stops at Zara's palace-gate-why sit ye still-oh why?" "At Zara's gate stops Zara's mate; in him shall I discover The dark-eyed youth pledged me his truth with tears, and was my lover? I will not rise, with weary eyes, nor lay my cushion down, To gaze on false Andalla with all the gazing Town." DOVER TO MUNICH. C. S. CALVERLEY. FAREWELL, farewell! Before our prow My legs are cased in tourist's flannel: Around me gasp the invalids (The quantity to-night is fearful)— I take a brace or so of weeds, And feel (as yet) extremely cheerful. The night wears on:-my thirst I quench (The bench is short, but I am shorter) Place 'neath my head the havre-sac Bed at Ostend at 5 A.M. Breakfast at 6, and train 6.30. And onward through those dreary flats By many a tidy little town, Where tidy little Fraus sit knitting; And doze, and execrate the heat, Until at last the "grey old pile" Is seen, is past, and three hours later We're ordering steaks, and talking vile Mock-German to an Austrian waiter. Königswinter, hateful Königswinter! In the sapphire West the eve yet lingered, While still nearer did his light waves splinter And we gazed, till slowly disappearing, |