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IN THE CRIMEA.
SHEPHERD, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
* There is a beautiful story, delivered down to us from antiquity, which will here perhaps occur to the reader.
Icarius, when he gave Penelope in marriage to Ulysses, endeavoured to persuade him to dwell in Lacedæmon; and, when all he urged was to no purpose, he entreated his daughter to remain with him. When Ulysses set out with his bride for Ithaca, the old man followed the chariot, till, overcome by his importunity, Ulysses consented that it should be left with Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father. It is related, says Pausanias, that she made no reply, but that she covered herself with her veil; and that Icarius, perceiving at once by it that she inclined to Ulysses, suffered her to depart with him.
A statue was afterwards placed by her father as a memorial in that part of the road where she had covered herself with her veil. It was still standing there in the days of Pausanias, and was called the statue of Modesty.
("Tis not far off visit his tomb with flowers;
grave, Making it holy*
AN INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE
DEDICATED TO THE GRACES.+
APPROACH with reverence. There are those within,
* A Turkish superstition.
WRITTEN IN 1834.
WELL, when her day is over, be it said
* North America speaks for itself; and so indeed may we say of India, when such a territory is ours in a region so remote" a territory larger and more populous than Great Britain and France and Spain, and Germany and Italy together;" when a company of merchants, from such small
Destined to shine thro’ many a distant age
Wondrous was her wealth,
Yet ere long 'twas hers,
beginnings, have established a dominion so absolute, “ where Trajan never penetrated and where the phalanx of Alexander refused to proceed "dominion over a people for ages civilized and cultivated, while we were yet in the woods.
* Alluding to the battle of Waterloo. The illustrious Man who commanded there on our side, and who, in his anxiety to do justice to others, never fails to forget himself, said many years afterwards to the Author with some agitation, when relating an occurrence of that day, “ It was a battle of giants !”