Say, when contentious CHARLES ronounced a throne,
To muse with monks unlettered and unknown,
What from his soul the parting tribute drew?
What claimed the sorrows of a last adieu ?

The still retreats that soothed his tranquil breast
Ere grandeur dazzled and its cares oppressed.
Undamped by time, the generous Instinct glows
Far as Angola's sands, as Zembla's snows;
Glows in the tiger's den, the serpent's nest,
On every form of varied life imprest.

The social tribes its choicest influence hail:-
And when the drum beats briskly in the gale,
The war-worn courser charges at the sound,
And with young vigor wheels the pasture round.
Oft has the aged tenant of the vale
Leaned on his staff to lengthen out the tale;
Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breathed,
From sire to son with pious zeal bequeathed.
When o'er the blasted heath the day declined,
And on the scathed oak warred the winter-wind;
When not a distant taper's twinkling ray
Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way;
When not a sheep-bell soothed his listening ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempest near;

Then did his horse the homeward track descry,

The track that shunned his sad, inquiring eye;
And win each wavering purpose to relent,
With warmth so mild, so gently violent,

That his charmed hand the careless rein resigned,
And doubts and terrors vanished from his mind.
Recall the traveller, whose altered form
Has borne the buffet of the mountain-storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet?
His faithful dog's already at his feet!

Yes, though the porter spurn him from the door,
Though all, that knew him, know his face no more,
His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each,

With that mute eloquence which passes speech.-
And see, the master but returns to die!

Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly?

The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth,

The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth.

These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave,

Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, transports the timid dove

The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love?
Say, through the clouds what compass points her flight?

Monarchs have gazed, and nations blessed the sight.

Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rise,
Eclipse her native shades, her native skies:-
'Tis vain! through Ether's pathless wilds she goes,
And lights at last where all her cares repose.

Sweet bird thy truth shall Harlem's walls attest,
And unborn ages consecrate thy nest.

When, with the silent energy of grief,

With looks that asked, yet dared not hope relief,
Want with her babes round generous Valor clung
To wring the slow surrender from his tongue,

"Twas thine to animate her closing eye;

Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die,

Crushed by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky.

Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,

Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn.

O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course,

And many a stream allures her to its source.
'Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye, so finely wrought,
Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,
Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind:

Its orb so full, its vision so confined!

Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell?

Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell?

With conscious truth, retrace the mazy clue

Of summer-scents, that charmed her as she flew. Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy universal reign.

Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain.

PART II.

Delle cose custode e dispensiera.

TASSO.

ANALYSIS OF THE SECOND PART.

She

THE Memory has hitherto acted only in subservience to the senses, and so far man is not eminently distinguished from other animals: but, with respect to man, she has a higher province; and is often busily employed, when excited by no external cause whatever. preserves, for his use, the treasures of art and science, history and philosophy. She colors all the prospects of life; for we can only anticipate the future, by concluding what is possible from what is past. On her agency depends every effusion of the Fancy, who with the boldest effort can only compound or transpose, augment or diminish the materials which she has collected and still retains.

When the first emotions of despair have subsided, and