Your spacious spirit unconfined,


mountain mind.
It seemed you ne'er could fail for breath,
As on you clomb past life, past death,
Above flat pleasures, feeble pain,
Till you beheld the dwindling plain
Dim through the trampled mist, and drew
The breath of thought in ether blue ;
And scanned as far as soul can see,
From summits of serenity !

But now the peaks appear too high,
Too spacious stretch the hills, the sky,
The path too steep, the crags too sheer,
And with a sigh, a sob, a tear,
Sad you exclaim, “ Nay, halt we here !
I thought I could, but cannot live
In air so rarefied. Forgive
My faltering breath, my flagging feet !
It feels so far, that seemed so sweet !
At every step I faint, I fail :
0, take me backward to the vale !"

Well, if it must be, go, child, go ;
I will remain and gaze below ;
Watch you down dwindling till you gain
The lowness of the level plain,
Then slowly wane from less to less,
And vanish into emptiness.
Yes! Pomp, I know, awaits you still,
And its long train of varlets will,
To greet your recantation, spread
The silent carpet, silken bed,
And round you wreathe, as memory wanes
Of heavenly heights and godlike gains,
The servitude of splendid chains.
Lulled by the sensuous incense poured
Round stilling ball and sumptuous board,
And every natural, simple, sepse
Corrupted by magnificence,
From out your drowsy ears will fade
The music once the planets made,
The undertones of twilight seem
the drivel of a poet's dream,
The latest news delight you more
Than ripest wisdom, oldest lore,
And routs and crushes in Mayfair
Close sentried Heaven's resplendent stair !


Well, down into the vale, and wed
A golden calf, a duke half dead,
Colossal huckster, swindling clown,
And shine your every rival down.
Let us not ponder on the price,-
Maiden ambition can't be nice-
But only reckon, one by one,
The toys thus earned, the joys thus won.
For you the vaulted pile, for you

The craning crowd, the cringing crew,
Palladian roof and Persian feast,
The plodding West, the plundered East,
Stuffs, plumage, dyes, and dainties won
From Arctic snows and tropic sun,
Costly exotics, costlier stem,
Uganda's gold and Burmah's gem,
Jewels from Equatorial caves,-
The blood-tax of a thousand slaves
Whose light illuminates the lust
Of marble arm and ivory bust.
These, all for you! For you, unfurled,
The sails of Wealth will scour the world,
The furnace flame, the shuttle fly,
The miner drudge, the sem pstress die,
And very life and death compete
To fling their forfeits at your feet.
For you reserved the central tier,
The youthful sigh, the senile leer,
The gross surmise, the sensual stare,
For you the first place everywhere ;
Cusbioned alcove discreetly lit,
The perfumed lie, the putrid wit,
Where merlin marks down fluttering dove,
And lewdness masquerades as love.
O, better than such joys as these,
A hut amongst the forest trees !

Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells,
Where honeysuckle smiles and smells,
A bleating flock, some lowing kine,
An honest welcome always mine,
The homely task, the humble meal,
Leisure to love, to think, to feel ;
A narrow plot, a prospect wide,
A patch upon the mountain side !

From these
my heart you

will not wean
For Splendor's tinsel, Fashion's sheen,
The Sceptre’s favor, Senate's prize,
No, nor the empire of your eyes.
Farewell : be all the vale your own !
And I will scale the heights, -alone.

-National Review,



MODERN Greece, I am assured upon the not quite forgotten by his countrymen. indisputable authority of the newspaper Meanwhile she consoles herself with the critic, is a subject that does not engage admiration and affection of France, by the sympathies or the interest of the Brit- whom she feels herself in a measure adoptish public. This is sad for Greece, for ed. Not a voyaging race, the French have she remembers Byron with gratitude, and had at all times a fancy for excursions to would fain believe that bis enthusiasm was her shores. They have

written many

books about her contemporary life, about ly, but by no means Jeast, by the winter her landscape, her monuments, her hopes " balls of Court and Fleet,” and Legaand her weaknesses as a young nation.

tions. There are constant explorations, Long before the appearance of M. Ed- statues, inscriptions, bas-reliefs ever turnmond About's immortal satire, La Grèce ing up and discovered to light by the digContemporaine, France had produced vol- gers' spades. Thanks to what M. Desumes of travels in Greece, and sentimental champs describes as “charming labors and poets had wandered thither to drink of agreeable duties,” the expatriated young the water of Castalia, and muse upon the Frenchmen of to-day are kept in continual slopes of Parnassus. And since then, M. good humor during their sojourn at the Renan and others have offered up their foot of Mount Lycabettus. Hence the pagan prayer among the temples of the kindly and admiring tone of the book beAcropolis. And Beulé, like the Emperor fore us. Julian when called to the purple, shed Chateaubriand advises the traveller to tears of regret as he turned his face from enter Athens by the road of Eleusis, and Athens westward. Tbat M. About's bits affirms that the first view of the town ing and brilliant satire has pot diminished should be had from the heights of Daphni. this enthusiasm of French travellers and But M. Deschamps differs from the illuswriters for Greece, nor abated the interest trious author of the Itinéraire, and holds of French readers in their successive pere- that arrival by the Piræus is more in keepgrinations amid the modernized ruins of a ing with the old traditions and more condear past—the dearest associations of an- ducive to exquisite dreams. Tbat he tiquity.—may be gathered from the num- enters the port in the proper spirit of revber of books, pampblets and articles that erence may be gathered from the followstill continue to appear about Greece of ing sentence : When Yorghi, the boatto-day. The latest of these has just been man of the French School, who was waitpublished in Paris by Armand Colin et Cie ing for me below the ladder of the Sindh, -La Grèce d' Aujourd'hui, by M. Gaston landed me at the quay of grayish ground Deschamps.

near the custom-house, I missed one of the M. Gaston Deschamps is a sober entbu- steps, and without wishing it-perhaps by siast. He dismisses M. About's book as a the exercise of a secret influence of the facetious masterpiece, the result of dissatis- gods—I entered the country of Phidias faction with custom-house irregularities, of upon my knees. I have since thought bitter experience of hotel perfidies, and of there was a happy presage in the chance undisguised resentment against overreach- that prostrated me thus, in spite of myself, ing cabmen, porters, servants, etc. He upon my first step in the sweet land where accepts in a grateful spirit the consequence bloomed the youth of the world, and of all this ill temper and the terrible leisure whence should flow the quick source of all to which the witty and sociable Frenchman joy, of all science, and of all beauty.”' was condemned, and wbich he admits to This lyric mood naturally subsides when have hung so heavily on his hands. In a confronted with the rascality of the Cusmore cheerful mood, and with hours more toms' officers. Superiors and underlings agreeably occupied during his stay at the all combine to drive him wild. One of French School of Athens, About would his friends, who had the weapon of fluent doubtless have given the world a less brillo Greek at his disposal, mounts guard above iant picture of Otho's dull Bavarian Court, his maltreated luggage and eloquently hahave pointed less maliciously its superan- rangues the officials." Is it worth while," nuated courtiers, and the delightful he asks, to come so far to face such pubstrangeness of its brigand police. Now, lic affronts for the pleasure of contemplatas M. Deschamps points out, the young ing the burned skeleton of an old temple men, whom the Government grants a three and enjoying the society of two millions years' pension for the study of archæology of Palicares who live by this immortal in Athens, have more to do than formerly. ruin ?”

ruin !". We can imagine to what degree They work hard, and find their leisure the voluble Customs' knaves would be amply filled with the reception and guid- touched by this question. ance of visitors, with the latest news from But M. Deschamps soon recovers his France, of which they are kept supplied temper, as behores a traveller bent upon by the swift and frequent mails; and last- admiration, and finds even a charm in the


and "

dust of the long road to Athens. He of cheese, and living on pure water and quotes an illustrious sculptor of our day vanity. I have eaten at modest Greek who describes." these living sparkles' as tables better soup than would be eaten at penetrating him with "the wandering soul the same tables in France, and delicious of the light and sober race that, like the pilafs, cakes, sweet rolls and honey-tasting cicada, is nourished upon dust and song mixtures. Roast beef may not abound, and sunshine." It is not surprising that por are cutlets an indispensable addition with a language so musical and clear as to the midday meal ; but except in Lent French he is able to turn very pretty de- they live much better and have more variescriptive phrases by means of such words tics at table than the middle and lower as " amethyst,"


classes in Ireland. Indeed, if we except rose,

colors of which the bare meat, I should not hesitate to put their Greek hills seem made up. Among them diet above that ordinarily consumed by he lingers fondly, and accentuates them by people of narrow means in England. the sharp contrast of purple sea and silver But it is no exaggeration to describe, olive. This is not new ground, but it is a as the author does, the Athenians (and pleasure for one who shares his opinion to the islanders, too) who drink little, as the find that the end of a prolonged sojourn pillars of the coffee-house. They are fond in the shadow of the Parthenon bas of argument and discussion, and will sit strengthened his affection for a really for hours round a glass of water talking charming little town. A self-sufficient politics. This passion for politics is inyoung man, whose apparent duty it is to herent. A youth of sixteen gravely exscalp unlucky writers in a weekly paper, plained his mania to M. Deschamps.

. once hoped I was alone in my adiniration Monsieur, je politique ; mon grand père of Athens. Smarting under a sense of re- a politique depuis de longues années. Moi buke for bad taste, I am consoled in com- même j'ai commencé à politiquer et je ing upon these lines from the pen of a politiquerai toute ma vie." This is irrelearned Frenchman : Such as it is sistible. The distinction in Greek politics (Athens) this town is charming ; day by is chiefly self-interest. Everybody is a day sweeter and more dear, like those patriot ; but the good of the State is a women we are at first tempted not to no- matter of personal judgment. If M. Tritice, and whom we love ihe more as we coupis is unpopular, it is not because his learn to know them. For my part, I have public virtues are doubted, but because loved it with all my heart.

his administration is expensive for the of intimacy have not destroyed its charm multitude, and the taxes on wine, petronor discouraged my fidelity. Here you leum, and daily fare very heavy. Hence can give yourself up to obstinate idleness the Delyannistes nicknamed 'the great without dread of languor or weariness. statesman the petroleum man, the opThe senses are alert and amused, but for pressor of the people, and the enemy of work there is no inclination. The bright- the “lower class.' M. Tricoupis is also est, the wittiest ideas may attack the too orderly and too English” for pure lounger, but not for the world would be patriotic taste. Upon this chapter M. put pen to paper.

Deschamps is good-naturedly amusing and M. Deschamps sums up the Greek tem- tenderly ironical. He does not object, as perament felicitously as an even mixture M. About would, to the ear of the Palicare of " verve” and phlegm. Calm and rest- showing under the brim of the hard felt less, they rarely lose possession of them- hat of ihe European. It is an additional selves, and bave mastered the great art.of note of local coloring, and, like a self-reavoiding the weight of time, unnecessary specting traveller, he smiles upon it and is labor, which they express by the word thankful. Besides this gratification, it servitude, and foolish expense. M. Renan affords him an occasion to be witty, and admires their happy philosophy, the so- what Frenchman worthy the name could briety of their enjoyments, and the ready forego that chance! He describes the gayety of their mood. Though their Chamber aptly as “a badly kept class,” frugality is indeed remarkable, it is per- which gives the newspapers the opporhaps a pardonable extravagance in a bumor- tunity of remarking that“ yesterday the ous Frenchman to describe them as break- leader of the Opposition spoke for two fasting on a plate of olives, dining on a bit hours, and perfectly showed up the bale

Three years

ful and wicked policy of the Prime Minis- made every effort to meet her once more ter.” If you are not a politician in at a ball, to dispute her with haughty suitGreece you must be a hero. But it is ors in the middle of the confusion of the better to be a hero. You have nothing to cotillion ? Now she leaves for Siberia. do. You promise, with a certain sin. Let us accompany her with our tears and cerity, to die for your country. That with our wishes that she may bear away gives you the right, while waiting, to revel to European Courts the splendor of Helin the pleasure of living and doing noth- lenic beauty. But let us hope that she ing." Heroic men are men who despise may return one day, on a swift vessel, to Blue-books and reports, who smoke and the foot of the Acropolis and to the banks consume small quantitics of raki, and are of the Ilissus !" upacquainted with the official stiffness of The fathers of ballet-girls or pantomime diploinacy. They shake hands readily, actresses of civilized Europe might do joke with everybody, and call their neigh- worse than turn to far-off Greece for a bor 6 brother." This is the type of man lesson in the protection of their daughters who is popular in Greece ; this is the old from the ardent pursuit of the stage-struck Palicare of heroic times. 66 The bitter- male. Here is an incident freely translatness of M. Tricoupis,'' M. Deschamps re- ed from M. Deschamps' emooth and pleasmarks, “his fatal ardor for work, his ant French : tragic and fatigued air, fill the Greeks with A French marine officer was touched by stupefaction. It seems to them his con- the beauty of a certain little Thessalian ception of life is strange, and that he must pantomimist, Helene Krassopoulos, and have learned those ways in morose lati- sent her one evening a message of doubttudes where the sun never shines.” When ful import. In reply he was informed that I was in Athens some years ago the most the lady was waiting for him behind the serious charges against the Prime Minister theatre. When the officer reached the I was able to seize were the extensiveness spot, he fonnd himself in the midst of of his collars and cuffs, which were found shapeless packages, which shortly began an English exaggeration ; his bolt upright- to move, and proved to be fifteen rascals, ness and his habit of speaking without half-dressed, who waved about their white gesticulating—à l'anglaise, the Greeks covering, with terrible glances directed would bitterly add. From M. Deschamps' against the foreigner, and declaimed incoaccount of matters to-day I see the shoe herent tirades to frighten him. still pinches in the English quarter, only The oflicer was one too many for them. he has since then added English morose- He leaned against the wall and said :

My ness to the list of his unpopular perfec- lords, I recognize that it was not you I tions.

expected to see. It is doubtless an error. A more pleasing subject than politics is In spite of that I am delighted. For you M. Deschamps' collection of curiosities of declaim excellently. You are true artists, Athenian journalism. Here is

and I admire you. nouncement of an ordinary marriage which The true artists” were satisfied, shook is delightful : “Athens, crowned with hands with him cordially, and offered to violets, will soon be forsaken by all the drink bis health, which they did at his beautiful errephores which are her orna- own expense.

Next day the officer rement and her prido. Just as Lord Elgin ceived a letter addressed to “the French carried off the statues of the Parthenon, officer who yesterday clinked glasses with just so do the foreign diplomats bear down the artists of the People's Theatre." It upon our shores to ravish and carry far away our most charming caryatides. You

Sir,—As thou art intelligent and my all know that beautiful Atnenian, whose hair is so dark, whose eyes are so brill- daughter pleases thee, I consent to know iant, whose color is so white, that goddess thee. Thou wilt give me and my friends as fair-faced as Aphrodite—we mean Miss pleasure in coming to dine with us to-morFofo K-

, a secretary of Lega: fore the play.

row evening, at the inn of Hymettos betion carries her off from the affection of her family and from the love of her com


" Chief of the Company. patriots. Who in our town has not formed a desire to waltz with her ? Who has not The young man went. There were no



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