What though the fiend's torpedo-touch arrest Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm: When DIOCLETIAN'S self-corrected mind Say, when contentious CHARLES renounced a throne, Undamp'd by time, the generous Instinct glows The social tribes its choicest influence hail:- Oft has the aged tenant of the vale Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way; That his charm'd hand the careless rein resign'd, Recall the traveller, whose alter'd 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! The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Led by what chart, transports the timid dove Monarchs have gazed, and nations bless'd the sight. 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 ask'd, yet dared not hope relief, Want with her babes round generous Valour clung, To wring the slow surrender from his tongue, "T was thine to animate her closing eye; Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd 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, Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell? 7* NOTES TO PLEASURES OF MEMORY. PART I. P. 66, 1. 1. How oft, when purple evening tinged the west. VIRGIL, in one of his Eclogues, describes a romantic attachment as conceived in such circumstances; and the description is so true to nature, that we must surely be indebted for it to some early recollection. "You were little when I first saw you. You were with your mother gathering fruit in our orchard, and I was your guide. I was just entering my thirteenth year, and just able to reach the boughs from the ground." So also Zappi, an Italian Poet of the last century. "When I used to measure myself with my goat, and my goat was the tallest, even then I loved Clori." P. 67, 1. 7. Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear. I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends of my Youth, where are they?"-And an echo answered, "Where are they?"-From an Arabic MS. P. 70, 1. 1 Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! When a traveller, who was surveying the ruins of Rome, expressed a desire to possess some relic of its ancient grandeur, Poussin, who attended him, stooped down, and gather |