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Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully,

Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her: All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.

Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny

Rash and undutiful;

Past all dishonor,

Death has left on her

Only the beautiful.

Still, for all slips of hers,

One of Eve's family,

Wipe those poor lips of hers, Oozing so clammily.

Loop up her tresses

Escaped from the combHer fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home?

Who was her father?

Who was her mother? Had she a sister?

Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! Oh, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.

Sisterly, brotherly,
Fatherly, motherly,

Feelings had changed,
Love by harsh evidence.
Thrown from its eminence,
Even God's providence
Seeming estranged.

Where the lamps quiver
So far in the river,

With many a light
From window and casement,
From garret to basement,

She stood with amazement,

Houseless by night.

"A clear eight thousand pounds a year, ant, yet Adonis knew not that she kissed if not more." him as he died.

"If his father dies, he must, of course, leave a midshipman with eight thousand pounds a year would indeed be an anomaly."

It

I wail for Adonis; the Loves wail in concert. A cruel, cruel wound hath Adonis in his thigh, but a greater wound doth Cytherea bear at her heart. Around that youth, indeed, faithful hounds whined, and Oread Nymphs weep; but Aphrodité, having let fall her braided hair, wanders up and down the glades, sad, unkempt, unsandalled, and the brambles tear her as she goes and cull

"That the service could not permit. would be as injurious to himself as it would to others about him. At present he has almost indeed, I may say quite—an unlimited command of money." "That's bad-very bad. I wonder he her sacred blood; then, wailing piercingly, behaves so well as he does."

"And so do I; but he really is a very superior lad, with all his peculiarities, and a general favorite with those whose opinions and friendship are worth having."

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CAPTAIN FREDERICK MARRYAT.

LAMENT FOR ADONIS.

FROM THE GREEK OF BION,

WAIL for Adonis; beauteous Adonis is dead. "Dead is beauteous Adonis!" The Loves join in the wail. Sleep no more, Venus, in purple vestments; rise, wretched goddess, in thy robes of woe, and beat thy bosom, and say to all, "Beauteous Adonis hath perished." I wail for Adonis; the Loves join in the wail. Low lies beauteous Adonis on the mountains, having his white thigh smitten by a tusk, a white tusk, and he inflicts pain on Venus as he breathes out his life faintly; but adown his white skin trickles the black blood, and his eyes are glazed 'neath the lids, and the rose flies from his lip; and round about it dies also the kiss which Venus will never relinquish. To Venus, indeed, his kiss, even though he lives not, is pleas

she is borne through long valleys, crying for her Assyrian spouse and calling on her youth. But around him dark blood was gushing up about his navel, and his breasts were empurpled from his thighs, and to Adonis the parts beneath his breasts, white before, became now deep-red. Alas! alas for Cytherea! The Loves join in the wail. She hath lost her beauteous spouse; she hath lost with him her divine beauty. Fair beauty had Venus when Adonis was living, but with Adonis perished the fair form of Venus, alas, alas! All mountains and the oaks say, "Alas for Adonis !" And rivers sorrow for the woes of Aphrodité, and springs on the mountains weep for her Adonis, and flowers redden from grief, whilst Cytherea sings mournfully along all woody mountain-passes and along cities. Alas, alas for Cytherea, beauteous Adonis hath perished! And Echo cried in response, "Beauteous Adonis hath perished!" Who would not have lamented the dire love of Venus? Alas! alas! When she saw, when she perceived, the wound of Adonis, which none might stay, when she saw gory blood about his wan thigh, unfolding wide her arms, she sadly cried, "Stay, ill-fated Adonis! Adonis, stay, that I may

find thee for the last time, that I may enfold | beautiful, a beautiful corpse, as it were sleepthee around and mingle kisses with kisses. ing. Lay him down on the soft vestments Rouse thee a little, Adonis, and again this in which he was wont to pass the night, in last time kiss me. Kiss me just so far as which with thee along the night he would there is life in thy kiss, till from thy heart take his holy sleep on a couch all of gold; thy spirit shall have ebbed into my lips and yearn thou for Adonis, sad-visaged though soul, and I shall have drained thy sweet he be now, and lay him amid chaplets and love-potion and have drunk out thy love; flowers; all with him, since he is deadand I will treasure this kiss even as if it ay, all flowers-have become withered; but were Adonis himself, since thou, ill-fated sprinkle him with myrtles, sprinkle him with one, dost flee from me. Thou flyest afar, unguents, with perfumes. Perish all perO Adonis, and comest unto Acheron and its fumes! Thy perfume, Adonis, hath perished. gloomy and cruel king; but wretched I live, Delicate Adonis reclines in purple vestments, and am a goddess and cannot follow thee. and about him weeping Loves set up the Take, Proserpine, my spouse, for thou art wail, having their locks shorn for Adonis; thyself far more powerful than I, and the and one was trampling on his arrows, another whole of what is beautiful falls to thy on his bow, and another was breaking his share; yet I am all-hapless, and feel insa- well-feathered quiver; and one has loosed tiate grief, and mourn for Adonis, since to the sandal of Adonis, while another is carmy sorrow he is dead, and I am afraid of rying water in golden ewers, and a third is thee. Art thou dying, O thrice-regretted? bathing his thighs; and another behind him Then my longing is fled as a dream, and is fanning Adonis with his wings. widowed is Cytherea, and idle are the Loves along my halls; and with thee has my charmed girdle been undone. Nay, why, rash one, didst thou hunt? Beauteous as thou wert, wast thou mad enough to contend with wild beasts?" Thus lamented Venus; the Loves join in the wail. Alas, alas for Cytherea, beauteous Adonis has perished! The Paphian goddess sheds as many tears as Adonis pours forth blood, and these all, on the ground, become flowers: the blood begets a rose, and the tears the anemone. I wail for Adonis; beauteous Adonis hath perished. Lament no more, Venus, thy wooer in the glades: there is a goodly couch, there is a bed of leaves, ready for Adonis. This bed of thine, Cytherea, dead Adonis occupies, and, though a corpse, he is

The Loves join in the wail for Cytherea herself; Hymenæus has quenched every torch at the door-posts and shredded the nuptial wreath, and no more is Hymen, no more Hymen the song that is sung, alas! alas! is chanted. Alas, alas for Adonis, wail the Graces, far more than Hymenæus, for the son of Cinyras, saying one with another,

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Beauteous Adonis hath perished!" and far more piercingly speak they than thou, Dione. The Muses too strike up the lament for Adonis, and invoke him by song, but he heeds them not. Not, indeed, that he is unwilling, but Proserpine does not release him. Cease, Cytherea, thy laments; refrain this day from thy dirges. Thou must wail again, and weep again, another year.

Translation of J. BANKS, M. A.

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THE COMBAT WITH APOLLYON.*

UT now, in this Valley of Humiliation, poor Christian was hard put to it, for he had gone but a little way before he espied a foul fiend coming over the field to meet him; his name is Apollyon. Then did Christian begin to be afraid, and to cast in his mind whether to go back or to stand his ground. But he considered again that he had no armor for his back, and therefore thought that to turn the back to him might give him greater advantage with ease to pierce him with his darts; therefore he resolved to venture and stand his ground. For, thought he, had I no more in my eye than the saving of my life, 'twould be the best way to stand.

So he went on, and Apollyon met him. Now, the monster was hideous to behold; he was clothed with scales like a fish (and they are his pride), he had wings like a dragon, feet like a bear, and out of his belly came fire and smoke, and his mouth was as the mouth of a lion. When he was come up to When he was come up to Christian, he beheld him with a disdainful

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"The style of Bunyan is delightful to every reader, and invaluable as a study to every person who wishes to obtain a wide command over the English language. The vocabulary is the vocabulary of the common people Yet no writer has said more exactly what he meant to say. For magnificence, for pathos, for vehement exhortation, for subtle disquisition, for every purpose of the poet, the orator and the divine, this homely dialect-the dialect of plain workingmen-was perfectly sufficient."-Lord Macaulay.

countenance and thus began to question with him:

APOL. Whence come you, and whither are you bound?

CHR. I am come from the city of Destruction, which is the place of all evil, and I am going to the city of Zion.

APOL. By this I perceive that thou art one of my subjects; for all that country is mine, and I am the prince and god of it. How is it, then, that thou hast ran away from thy king? Were it not that I hope thou mayest do me more service, I would strike thee now, at one blow, to the ground.

CHR. I was indeed born in your dominions, but your service was hard and your wages such as a man could not live on, "for the wages of sin is death;" therefore, when I was come to years, I did as other considerate persons do-look out if perhaps I might mend my condition.

APOL. There is no prince that will thus lightly lose his subjects, neither will I as yet. lose thee; but, since thou complainest of thy service and wages, be content to go back. What our country will afford I do here promise to give thee.

CHR. But I have hired myself to another, even the King of princes; and how can I with fairness go back with thee?

APOL. Thou hast done in this according to the proverb-" changed a bad for a worse." But it is ordinary for those that have professed themselves his servants, after while, to give him the slip and return

again to me. Do thou so too, and all is most glorious in their account, for for presshall be well.

CHR. I have given him my faith and sworn my allegiance to him; how, then, can I go back from this and not be hanged as a traitor?

APOL. Thou didst the same to me, and yet I am willing to pass by all if now thou wilt yet turn again and go back.

CHR. What I promised thee was in my minority; and, besides, I count that the Prince under whose banner now I stand is able to absolve me-yea, and to pardon also what I did as to my compliance with thee; and besides, O thou destroying Apollyon, to speak truth, I like his service, his wages, his servants, his government, his company and country, better than thine. And therefore leave off to persuade me further: I am his servant, and I will follow him.

APOL. Consider again, when thou art in cool blood, what thou art like to meet with in the that thou goest. Thou knowest way that for the most part his servants come to an ill end because they are transgressors against me and my ways. How many of them have been put to shameful deaths! And, besides, thou countest his service better than mine, whereas he never yet came from the place where he is to deliver any that served him out of our hands; but, as

ent deliverance they do not much expect it, for they wait for their glory, and then they shall have it, when their Prince comes in his and the glory of the angels.

APOL. Thou hast already been unfaithful in thy service to him, and how dost thou think to receive wages of him?

CHR. Wherein, O Apollyon, have I been unfaithful to him?

APOL. Thou didst faint at first setting out, when thou wast almost choked in the gulf of Despond; thou didst attempt wrong ways to be rid of thy burden, whereas thou shouldst have stayed till thy Prince had taken it off. Thou didst sinfully sleep and lose thy choice things; thou wast also almost persuaded to go back at the sight of the lions; and when thou talkest of thy journey and of what thou hast heard and seen, thou art inwardly desirous of vainglory in all that thou sayest or doest.

CHR. All this is true, and much more which thou hast left out; but the Prince whom I serve and honor is merciful and ready to forgive. of ready to forgive. But, besides, these infirmities possessed me in thy country, for there I sucked them in, and I have groaned under them, been sorry for them, and have obtained pardon of my Prince.

for me, how many times, as all the world very well knows, have I delivered, either by power or fraud, those that have faithfully served me, from him and his, though taken by them! And so will I deliver thee.

CHR. His forbearing at present to deliver them is on purpose to try their love, whether they will cleave to him to the end; and, as for the ill end thou sayest they come to, that

Then Apollyon broke out into a grievous rage, saying,

"I am an enemy to this Prince. I hate his person, laws and people, and am come out on purpose to withstand them."

CHR. Apollyon, beware what you do, for I am in the King's highway-the way of holiness; therefore take heed to yourself.

Then Apollyon straddled quite over the whole breadth of the way, and said,

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