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Oh! he would hide his wreath of rays,
And leave the world to pine for days,
Might he but pass the hours of shade
Imbosom'd by his Delphic maid-
She, more than earthly woman blest,
He, more than god on woman's breast!.

There is a cave beneath the steep, '
Where living rills of crystal weep
O'er herbage of the loveliest hue
That ever spring begemm'd with dew.
There oft the green bank's glossy tint
Is brighten'd by the amorous print
Of many a faun and Naiad's form,
That still upon the dew is warm
When virgins come at peep of day
To kiss the sod where lovers lay!
«There, there, the god, impassion'd, said,
<< Soon as the twilight tinge is fled,
And the dim orb of lunar souls 2
Along its shadowy path-way rolls-
There shall we find our bridal bed,
And ne'er did rosy rapture spread,
Not even in Jove's voluptuous bowers,
A bridal bed so bless'd as ours!

Tell the imperial God, who reigns Sublime in oriental fanes,

Whose towering turrets paint their pride Upon Euphrates' pregnant tide; 3

The Corycian Cave, which PAUSANIAS mentions. The inhabitants of Parnassus held it sacred to the Corycian nymphs, who were chil dren of the river Plistus.

See a preceding note, page 91. It should seem that lunar spi rits were of a purer order than spirits in general, as Pythagoras was said by his followers to have descended from the regions of the moon. The heresiarch Manes too imagined that the sun and moon are the residence of Christ, and that the ascension was nothing more than his flight to those orbs.

Temple of Jupiter Belus, at Babylon, which consisted of several chapels and towers. In the last tower (says HERODOTUS) is a large chapel, in which there lies a bed, very splendidly ornamented, and beside it a table of gold; but there is no statue in the place. No man is allowed to sleep here, but the apartment is appropriated to a female, whom, if we believe the Chaldean priests, the deity selects from the women of the country, as his favourite."-Lib. i, cap. 181. The poem now before the reader, and a few more in the present collection, are taken from a work, which I rather prematurely announced to the public, and which, perhaps very luckily for myself, was interrupted by my voyage to America. The following fragments from the same work describe the effect of one of these invitations of Apollo upon the mind of a young enthusiastic girl

Delphi heard her shrine proclaim,

In oracles, the guilty flame.
Apollo loved my youthful charms,
Apollo woo'd me to his arms!-
Sure, sure when man so oft allows
Religion's wreath to bind his brows,
Weak wondering woman must believe,
Where pride and zeal at once deceive,
When flattery takes a holy vest,
Oh! 't is too much for woman's breast!

How often ere the destined time,
Which was to seal my joys sublime,
How often did I trembling ran

To meet, at morn, the mounting sun,
And, while his fervid beam he threw
Upon my lips luxuriant dew,

I thought-alas! the simple dream-
There burn'd a kiss in every beam;
With parted lips inhaled their heat,
And sigb'd, Oh God! thy kiss is sweet!

Tell him, when to his midnight loves

In mystic majesty he moves,
Lighted by many an odorous fire,
And hymn'd by all Chaldæa's choir-
Oh! tell the godhead to confess,
The pompous joy delights him less
(Even though his mighty arms infold
A priestess on a couch of gold)
Than when in love's unholier prank,
By moonlight cave or rustic bank,
Upon his neck some wood-nymph lies,
Exhaling from her lip and eyes
The flame and incense of delight,
To sanctify a dearer rite,

A mystery, more divinely warm'd
Than priesthood ever yet perform'd!«

Happy the maid, whom Heaven allows To break for Heaven her virgin vows! Happy the maid!-her robe of shame Is whiten'd by a heavenly flame, Whose glory, with a lingering trace, Shines through and deifies her race!

Oh, virgin! what a doom is thine!
To-night, to-night a lip divine1
In every kiss shall stamp on thee
A seal of immortality!

Fly to the cave, Aphelia, fly;

There lose the world and wed the sky!

Oft too, at day's meridian hour,
When to the Naiad's gleamy bower
Our virgins steal, and, blushing, hide
Their beauties in the folding tide,

If, through the grove, whose modest arms
Were spread around my robeless charms,
A wandering sunbeam wanton fell
Where lovers' looks alone should dwell,
Not all a lover's looks of flame
Could kindle such an amorous shame.
It was the sun's admiring glance,
And, as I felt its glow advance
O'er my young beauties, wildly flush'd,
I burn'd and panted, thrill'd and blush'd!

No deity at midnight came:
The lamps, that witness'd all my shame,
Reveal'd to these bewilder'd eyes
No other shape than earth supplies;
No solar light, no nectar'd air,
All, all, alas! was human there:
Woman's faint conflict, virtue's fall
And passion's victory, human all!
How gently must the guilt of love
Be charm'd away by Powers above,
When men possess such tender skill
In softening crime and sweetening ill!
'T was but a night, and morning's rays
Saw me, with fond, forgiving gaze,
Hang o'er the quiet slumbering breast
Of him who ruin'd all my rest;
Him, who had taught these eyes to weep
Their first sad tears, and yet could sleep!

'FONTENELLE, in his playful rifacimento of the learned materials of Van-Dale, has related in his own inimitable manner an adventure of this kind which was detected and exposed at Alexandria.-See Histoire des Oracles, seconde dissertat. chap. vii. CRESILLON, 100, in one of his most amusing little stories, has made the Génie MangeTaupes, of the Isle Jonquille, assert this privilege of spiritual beings in a manner very formidable to the husbands of the island. He says, however, « Les maris ont le plaisir de rester toujours dans le doute; en pareil cas, c'est une ressource.

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Let me but see that snowy arm

Once more upon the dear harp lie, And I will cease to dream of harm,

Will smile at fate, while thou art nigh!

Give me that strain, of mournful touch,
We used to love long, long ago,
Before our hearts had known as much

As now, alas! they bleed to know!

Sweet notes! they tell of former peace,
Of all that look'd so rapturous then,
Now wither'd, lost-oh! pray thee, cease,
I cannot hear those sounds again!

Art thou too wretched? yes, thou art;
I see thy tears flow fast with mine-
Come, come to this devoted heart,
"T is breaking, but it still is thine!

A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY.

"T was on the Red Sea coast, at morn, we met
The venerable man: a virgin bloom
Of softness mingled with the vigorous thought
That tower'd upon his brow; as when we see
The gentle moon and the full radiant sun
Shining in heaven together. When he spoke,
'T was language sweeten'd into song-such holy sounds
As oft the spirit of the good man hears,
Prelusive to the harmony of heaven,
When death is nigh! and still, as he unclosed
His sacred lips, an odour, all as bland
As ocean-breezes gather from the flowers
That blossom in Elysium,3 breathed around!
With silent awe we listen'd while he told
Of the dark veil which many an age had hung
O'er nature's form, till by the touch of Time
The mystic shroud grew thin and luminous,
And half the goddess beam'd in glimpses through it!
Of magic wonders, that were known and taught
By him (or Cham or Zoroaster named)
Who mused, amid the mighty cataclysm,

1 In PLUTARCH'S Essay on the Decline of the Oracles, Cleombrotus, one of the interlocutors, describes an extraordinary man whom he had met with, after long research, upon the banks of the Red Sea. Once in every year this supernatural personage appeared to mortals, and conversed with them; the rest of his time he passed among the Genii and the Nymphs. Περι την ερυθραν θάλασσαν εύρον, ανθρώποις ανα παν ετος άπαξ εντυγχάνοντα, τ' αλλα δε συν ταις νυμφαις, νόμασι και δαίμοσι, ὡς ἔφασκε. He spoke in a tone not far removed from singing, and whenever he opened his lips, a fragrance filled the place: youevo de τον τόπον ευωδία κατείχε, του ςόματος ήδιςον απο πνεοντος. From him Cleombrotus learned the doctrine of a plurality of worlds.

The celebrated Janus Dousa, a little before his death, imagined that he heard a strain of music in the air. See the poem of HEINSIUS . In barmoniam quam paulo ante obitum audire sibi visus est Dousa.. Page 501.

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O'er his rude tablets of primeval lore,'
Nor let the living star of science 2 sink
Beneath the waters, which ingulfed the world!-
Of visions, by Calliope reveal'd

To him,3 who traced upon his typic lyre
The diapason of man's mingled frame,
And the grand Doric heptachord of Heaven!
With all of pure, of wondrous and arcane,
Which the grave sons of Mochus, many a night.
Told to the young and bright-hair'd visitant
Of Carmel's sacred mount! 4-Then, in a flow

'Cham, the son of Noah, is supposed to have taken with him into
the ark the principal doctrines of magical, or rather of natural science,
which h had inscribed upon some very durable substances, in order
that they might resist the ravages of the deluge, and transmit the
secrets of antediluvian knowledge to his posterity.-See the extracts
made by BAYLE, in his article Cham. The identity of Cham and Zo-
roaster depends upon the authority of Berosus, or the impostor An-
nius, and a few more such respectable testimonies.-See NAUDE's
Apologie pour les Grands Hommes, etc. chap. 8, where he takes more
trouble than is necessary in refuting this gratuitous supposition.
* Chamum à posteris hujus artis admiratoribus Zoroastrum, seu
vivum astrum, propterea fuisse dictum et pro Deo habitum.-Bo-
CHART. Geograph. Sacr. lib. iv, cap. 1.

Orpheus.-PAULINUS, in his Hebdomades, cap. 2, lib. iii, has endeavoured to show, after the Platonists, that man is a diapason, made up of a diatesseron, which is his soul, and a diapente, which is his body. Those frequent allusions to music, by which the ancient philosophers illustrated their sublime theories, must have tended very much to elevate the character of the art, and to enrich it with associations of the grandest and most interesting nature. See a preceding note, page 92, for their ideas upon the harmony of the spheres. Heraclitus compared the mixture of good and evil in this world to the blended varieties of harmony in a musical instrument (PLUTARCH, de Anime Procreat.); and Eury hamus, the Pythagorean, in a fragment preserved by Stobaeus, describes human life, in its perfection, as a sweet and well-tuned lyre. Some of the ancients were so fanciful as to suppose that the operations of the memory were regulated by a kind of musical cadence, and that ideas occurred to it . per arsin et thesin; while others converted the whole man into a mere harmonized machine, whose motion depended upon a certain tension of the body, analogous to that of the strings in an instrument.Cicero indeed ridicules Aristoxenus for this fancy, and says, let bim teach singing, and leave philosophy to Aristotle; but Aristotle himself, though decidedly opposed to the harmonic speculations of the Pythagoreans and Platonists, could sometimes condescend to enliven his doctrines by reference to the beauties of musical science; as, in the treatise, Пept zooμov, attributed to him, Kadanep de ε χορό, κορυφαίου κατάρξαντος, κ. τ. λ.

Of calmer converse, he beguiled us on
Through many a maze of garden and of porch,

ginal and exclusive. The doctrine of the world's eternity may be
traced through all the sects. The continual metempsychosis of Py-
thagoras, the grand periodic year of the Stoics (at the conclusion of
which the universe is supposed to return to its original order, and
commence a new revolution), the successive dissolution and combina-
tion of atoms maintained by the Epicureans, all these tenets are bat
different intimations of the same general belief in the eternity of
the world. As St Austin explains the periodic year of the Stoics, it dis-
agrees only so far with the idea of the Pythagoreans, that instead of
an endless transmission of the soul through a variety of bodies, it
restores the same body and soul to repeat their former round of
existence, and that identical Plato, who lectured in the Academy
of Athens, shall again and again, at certain intervals during the lapse
of eternity, appear in the same academy and resume the same func-
tions- sic eadem tempora temporaliumque rerum volumina
repeti, ut v. g. sicut in isto sæculo Plato philosopbus in urbe Athe-
niensi, in ea schola quæ Academia dicta est, discipulos docuit, ita
per innumerabilia retro sæcula, multum plexis quidem intervallis,
sed certis, et idem Plato, et eadem civitas, eademque schola, ¡idemque
discipuli repetiti et per innumerabilia deinde sæcula repetendi sint.
- De Civitat. Dei, lib. xii, cap. 13. VANINI, in bis Dialogues, has given
us a similar explication of the periodic revolutions of the world:-
<< Ea de causa, qui nunc sunt in usu ritus, centies millies fuerant,
totiesque renascentur quoties ceciderunt.-53.

The paradoxical notions of the Staics, upon the beauty, the riches,
the dominion of their imaginary sage, are among the most distin-
guishing characteristics of the school, and, according to their advocate
Lipsius, were peculiar to that sect. Priora illa (decreta) quæ passim
in philosophantium scholis fere obtinent, ista quæ peculiaria huic
secta et habent contradictionem: i. e. paradoxa.-—Manuduct, ad
Stoic. Philos. lib. iii, dissertat. 2. But it is evident (as the Abbé
GARNIER bas remarked, Mémoires de l'Acad. tom. 35), that even these
absurdities of the Stoics are borrowed, and that Plato is the source
of all their extravagaut paradoxes. We find their dogma, « dives qui
sapiens, (which Clement of Alexandria has transferred from the
Philosopher to the Christian, Pædagog. lib. iii, cap. 6), expressed in
the prayer of SOCRATES at the end of the PHEDRUS. de Dav
τε και άλλοι όσοι της θεοι, δοίητε μοι καλω γενεσθαι
ταντοθεν ταξωθεν δε έσα εχω, τοις εντος είναι μοι
plàtz: houston de copitaque tov topoy. And many other
instances might be adduced from the Avet, the Nodemos,
etc. to prove that these weeds of paradox were gathered among the
Hence it is that CICERO, in the preface to
bowers of the Academy.

his Paradoxes, calls them Socratica; and LIPSIUS, exulting in the patronage of Socrates, says, « Ille totus est noster. This is indeed a coalition which evinces, as much as can be wished, the confused similitude of ancient philosophical opinions: the father of scepticism is here enrolled amongst the founders of the Portico; he whose best knowledge was that of his own ignorance, is called in to authorize the pretensions of the most obstinate dogmatists in all antiquity. RUTILIUS, in his Itinerarium, has ridiculed the sabbath of the Jews, as lassati mollis imago Dei; but EPICURUS gave an eternal holiday his gods, and, rather than disturb the slumbers of Olympus, denied at once the interference of a Providence. He does not, however, seem to have been singular in this opinion. THEOPHILUS of Antioch, if he deserve any credit, in a letter to Autolycus, lib. iii, imputes a similar belief to Pythagoras: prat (NiJzyspas) të tav παντως πεους ανθρώπων μηδεν φροντίζειν and PieraRCH, though so hostile to the followers of Epicuras, bas unaccountably adopt d the very same theological error; having quoted the opinions of Anaxagoras and Plato upon divinity, he adds, Korvos OUY ἁμαρτάνουσιν αμφότεροι, ότι τον θεον εποίησαν επι

The Abbé BATTEUX, upon the doctrine of the Stoics, attributes to those philosophers the same mode of illustration. L'àme était cause active, let alios, le corps canse passive de Tou Tagyεty.to L'une agissant dans l'autre; et y prenant, par son action même, un caractère, des formes, des modifications, qu'elle n'avait pas par elle même; à peu près comme l'air, qui, chassé dans un instrument de musique, fait connaitre par les différens sons qu'il produit, les différentes modifications qu'il y reçoit." See a fine simile of this kind in Cardinal POLIGNAC's Poem, lib. 5, v. 734.

Pythagoras is represented in JAMBLICHUS as descending with great solemuity from Mount Carmel, for which reason the Carmelites have claimed him as one of their fraternity. This Mochus or Moschus, with the descendants of whom Pythagoras conversed in Phanicia, and from whom be derived the doctrines of atomic philosophy, is supposed by some to be the same with Moses. HEET has adopted this iden, Démonstration évangélique, prop. iv, chap. 2, sec. 7; and Le Clerc, amongst others, has refuted it.-See Bibliath, choisie, tom. i, p. 75. It is certain, however, that the doctrine of atoms was known

povo TWY AY PATYWY. -De Placit. Philosoph. lib. i, cap. 7. PLATO himself has attributed a degree of indifference to the gods, which is not far removed from the apathy of EPICURUS' heaven; as thus, in his Pailebus, where Protarchus asks, Ouxouv eixos YE ούτε χαίρειν θεους, ούτε το εναντίον; and SOCRATES answers, Πανυ μεν ουν εικός, ασχημον γουν αυτών έκατερον

and promulgated long before Epicurus. « With the fountains of Democritus, says CICERO, the gardens of Epicurus were watered;" and indeed the learned author of the Intellectual System has shown, 9 85ty: while ARISTOTLE suppo es a still more absurd that all the early philosophers, till the time of Plato, were atomists. neutrality, and concludes, by no very flattering analogy, that the Deity is as incapable of virtue as of vice: all yap wotep oudey We find Epicurus, however, boasting that his tenets were new and unborrowed, and perhap few among the ancients had a stronger claim upto 851 naxız, oud" apein, outws oude Devu. — In truth, ARISTOTLE, upon the to originality; for, in truth, if we examine their schools of philosophy, Ethic. Nicomach. lib. vii, cap. 1. He notwithstanding the peculiarities which seem to distinguish them from subject of Providence, was little more correct than Epicures. each other, we may generally observe that the difference is but verbal, supposed the moon to be the limit of divine interference, excluding and trifling, and that, among those various and learned heresies, of coure this sublunary world from its influence. The first definition there is scarcely one to be selected, whose opinions are its own, ori- of the world, in his treatise, Пɛpe xogou (if this treatise be really

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Through many a system, where the scatter'd light Of heavenly truth lay, like a broken beam

the work of ARISTOTLE), agrees almost verbum verbo, with that in the letter of EPICURES to PYTHOCLES; they both omit the mention of a deity; and, in bis Ethics, be intimates a doubt whether the gods feel any interest in the concerns of mankind. Ει γαρ τις επιμελεια των ανθρωπίνων ὑποθεων γίνεται. It is true, he adds, 'Domep donet, but even this is very sceptical. In these erroneous conceptions of Aristotle, we trace the cause of that general neglect which his philosophy experienced among the early Christians. PLATO is seldom much more orthodox, but the obscure enthusiasm of his style allowed them to interpret all his fancies to their purpose; such glowing steel was easily moulded, and Platonism became a sword in the hands of the fathers.

The Providence of the Stoics, so vaunted in their school, was a power as contemptibly inefficient as the rest. All was fate in the system of the Portico. The chains of destiny were thrown over Ju

piter himself, and their deity was like Borgia, et Cæsar et nibil. Not even the language of SENECA can reconcile this degradation of divinity: Ille ipse omnium conditor ac rector scripsit quidam fata, sed sequitur; semper paret, semel jussit.»—lab. de Providentia, cap. 5. With respect to the difference between the Stoics, Peripatetics, and Academicians, the following words of CICERO prove that he saw but little to distinguish them from each other: Peripateticos et Academicos, nominibus differentes, re congruentes; a quibus Stoici ipsi verbis magis quam sententiis dissenserunt.»- Academic. lib. ii, 5, and perhaps what REID has remarked upon one of their points of controversy might be applied as effectually to the reconcilement of all the rest: The dispute between the Stoics and Peripatetics was probably all for want of definition. The one said they were good under the control of reason, the other that they should be eradicated.--Essays, vol. iii. In short, from the little which I know upon the subject, it appears to me as difficult to establish the boundaries of opinion between any two of the philosophical sects, as it would be to fix the landmarks of those estates in the moon, which Ricciolus so generously allotted to his brother astronomers. Accordingly we observe some of the greatest men of antiquity passing without scruple from school to school, according to the fancy or convenience of the moment. CICERO, the father of Roman philosophy, is sometimes an Academician, sometimes a Stoic: and, more than once, he acknowledges a conformity with Epicurus; non sine causa igitur, Epicurus ausus est dicere semper in pluribus bonis esse sapientem, quia semper sit in voluptatibus.-Tuscolan. Qæst. lib. v. Though often pure in his theology, he sometimes smiles at futurity as a fiction; thus, in his Oration for Cluentius, speaking of punishments in the life to come, he says, « Quæ si falsa sunt, id quod omnes intelligunt, quid ei tandem aliud mors eripuit, præter sensum doloris ?» though here perhaps we should do him justice by agreeing with bis commentator SYLVICs, who remarks upon this passage, Hæc autem dixit, ut causæ suæ subserviret. Horace roves like a butterfly through the schools, and now wings along the walls of the Porch, and now basks among the flowers of the Garden; while Virgil, with a tone of mind strongly philosophical, has left us uncertain of the sect which he espoused: the balance of opinion declares him an Epicurean, but the ancient author of his life asserts that he was an Academician, and we trace through his poetry the tenets of almos all the leading sects. The same kind of electric indifference is observable in most of the Roman writers. Thus ProPERTICS, in the fine Elegy of Cynthia, on his departure for Athens, Illic vel studiis animum emendare Platonis, Incipiam, aut hortis, do te Epicure, tuis. Lib. iii, eleg. 21.

Though Broukhusius here reads, dux Epicure, which seems to fix the poet under the banners of Epicurus, even the Stoic Seneca, whose doctrines have been considered so orthodox that St Jerome has ranked him amongst the ecclesiastical writers, and Bocaccio, in his commentary upon Dante has doul ted (in consideration of the philosopher's supposed correspondence with St Paul), whether Dante should have placed him in Limbo with the rest of the Pagans-the Rigid Seneca has bestowed such commendations on Epicurus, that if only those passages of his works were preserved to us, we could not, I think. hesitate in pronouncing him an Epicurean. In the same manner we find Porphyry, in bis work upon abstinence, referring to Epicurus as an example of the most strict Pythagorean temperance; and LANCELOTTI, the author of Farfalloni degli antichi Istorici, has been seduced by this grave reputation of Epicurus into the absurd error of associating him with Chrysippus, as a chief of the Stoic School. There is no doubt, indeed, that however the Epicurean sect might have relaxed from its original purity, the morals of its founder were as correct as those of any among the ancient philosophers, and his doc

From the pure sun, which though refracted all
Into a thousand hues, is sunshine still, '
And bright through every change!- he spoke of Him,
The lone Eternal One who dwells above,
And of the soul's untraceable descent
From that high fount of spirit, through the grades
Of intellectual being, till it mix

With atoms vague, corruptible, and dark;
Nor even then, though sunk in earthly dross,
Corrupted all, nor its ethereal touch
Quite lost, but tasting of the fountain still!
As some bright river, which has roll'd along
Through meads of flowery light and mines of gold,
When pour'd at length into the dusky deep,
Disdains to mingle with its briny taint,
But keeps awhile the pure and golden tinge,
The balmy freshness of the fields it left! 3

And here the old man ceased-a winged train Of nymphs and genii led him from our eyes. The fair illusion fled! and, as I waked, I knew my visionary soul had been Among that people of aerial dreams Who live upon the burning galaxy! 4

ΤΟ

THE world had just begun to steal Each hope that led me lightly on,

I felt not as I used to feel,

No

And life grew dark and love was gone!

eye to mingle sorrow's tear,

No lip to mingle pleasure's breath,
No tongue to call me kind and dear-

'T was gloomy, and I wish'd for death! tional, amiable, and consistent with our nature. M. de SABLONS, in trines upon pleasure, as explained in the letter to Menaceus, are raEncyclopédistes for their just and animated praises of Epicurus; and, his Grands hommes venges, expresses strong indignation against the discussing the question, si ce philosophe était vertueux, he denies it upon no other authority than the calumnies collected by Plutarch, who himself confesses that, on this particular subject, he consulted only opinion and report, without pausing to investigate their truth. To the facticus zeal of his illiberal rivals the Stoics, Epicurus owed Αλλά την δόξαν, ου την αληθειαν σκοπούμην, these gross misrepresentations of the life and opinions of himself Gassendi, have still left an odium on the name of his philosophy; and his associates, which, notwithstanding the learned exertions of and we ought to examine the ancient accounts of Epicurus with the same degree of cautious belief which, in reading ecclesiastical history, we yield to the declamations of the fathers against the heretics; trusting as little to Plutarch upon a dogma of this philosopher, as we would to St Cyril upon a tenet of Nestorius. 1801.

The preceding remarks, I wish the reader to observe, were written at a time when I thought the studies to which they refer much more important and much more amusing than, I freely confess, they appear to me at present.

LACTANTIUS asserts that all the truths of Christianity may be any oue who would collect these scattered fragments of orthodoxy, found dispersed through the ancient philosophical sects, and that might form a code in no respect differing from that of the Christian. tasque diffusam colligeret in unum, ac redigeret in corpus, is proSi extitisset aliquis, qui veritatem sparsam per singulos per secfecto non dissentiret a nobis.—Inst. lib. vi, c. 7. * To povou sal sprues.

This fine Platonic image I have taken from a passage in Father Bouchet's letter upon the Metempsychosis, inserted in PICART'S Cérém. Relig. tom. iv.

4 A cording to Pythagoras, the People of Dreams are souls collected together in the Gala y. Δήμος δε ονείρων, κατα Πυθα γοραν, αι ψυχαιας συναγέσθαι φησιν εις την γαλαξία». -PORPHYR. de Antra Nymph.

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« So, instead of displaying my graces,

Thro' look, and thro' words, and thro' mien, I am shut up in corners and places, Where truly I blush to be seen!»

Upon hearing this piteous confession,
My soul, looking tenderly at her,
Declared, as for grace and discretion,
He did not know much of the matter;

. But, to-morrow, sweet spirit!» he said, Be at home after midnight, and then I will come when your lady's in bed

And we'll talk o'er the subject again.»>

So she whisper'd a word in his ear,
I suppose to her door to direct him,
And-just after midnight, my dear,
Your polite little soul may expect him.

TO MRS

To see thee every day that came,
And find thee every day the same,
In pleasure's smile or sorrow's tear
The same benign consoling dear!
To meet thee early, leave thee late,
Has been so long my bliss, my fate,
That life, without this cheering ray,
Which came like sunshine every day,
And all my pain, my sorrow chased,
Is now a lone and loveless waste.-
Where are the chords she used to touch?
Where are the songs she loved so much?
The songs are hush'd, the chords are still,
And
perhaps, will every thrill
Of friendship soon be lull'd to rest,
Which late I waked in Anna's breast!
Yet no-the simple notes I play'd,
On memory's tablet soon may fade;
The songs which Anna loved to hear
May all be lost on Anna's ear;

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I wrote these words to an air which our boatmen sung to as very frequently. The wind was so unfavourable that they were obliged to row all the way, and we were five days in descending the river from Kingston to Montreal, exposed to an intense sun during the day, and at night forced to take shelter from the dews in aty miserable hut upon the banks that would receive us. But the magnificent scenery of the St Lawrence repays all these difficulties.

Our voyageurs had good voices, and sung perfectly in tune together. The original words of the air, to which I adapted these stan

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