I venture, fear it will in folly end. Thou, who art wise, better my meaning knowest Than I can speak. As one who unresolves Changes his purpose, from his first intent coast, Wasting in thought my enterprise, at first Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft At some false semblance in the twilight That from this terror thou mayst free thy- I will instruct thee why I came, and what Who rest suspended, when a dame so blest star Of day, and she with gentle voice and soft. 'O courteous shade of Mantua-thou whose From what in heaven of him I heard. Speed now, And by thy eloquent persuasive tongue, Who prompts my speech. When in my I stand, thy praise to him I oft will tell.' "She then was silent, and I thus began: So thy command delights me that to obey, "She then 'Since thou so deeply wouldst inquire, I will instruct thee briefly why no dread Hinders my entrance here. Those things alone Are to be feared whence evil may proceed Yet lives, and shall live long as nature None else, for none are terrible beside. lasts A friend, not of my fortune, but myself, On the wide desert in his road has met I am so framed by God-thanks to his That grace! any sufferance of your misery Hindrance so great that he through fear has Touches me not, nor flame of that fierce fire turned. Assails me. In high heaven a blessed dame Now, much I dread lest he past help have Besides, who mourns with such effectual strayed And I be risen too late for his relief, grief That hindrance which I send thee to remove That God's stern judgment to her will in- Harbor vile fear? why hast not courage clines, To Lucia calling, her she thus bespake: And I commend him to thee." At her word Beatrice, why is not thy succor lent To him who so much loved thee as to leave Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail, flood Swoln mightier than a sea him struggling holds ?" Ne'er among men did any with such speed Haste to their profit, flee from their annoy, As, when these words were spoken, I came here, Down from my blessed seat, trusting the So spake I; and when he had onward force Of thy pure eloquence, which thee, and all Who well have marked it, into honor brings.' When she had ended, her bright-beaming eves Tearful she turned aside, whereat I felt moved, I entered on the deep and woody way. Translation of H. F. CARY. THE TOO-EARLY-OPENING FLOWER. FROM THE DUTCH OF JEREMIAS DE DECKER. Redoubled zeal to serve thee. As she NOT yet, frail flower, thy charms un willed, Thus am I come: I saved thee froin the beast Who thy near way across the goodly mount. Prevented. What is this comes o'er thee, then? Why, why dost thou hang back? why in thy breast close; Too soon thou venturest forth again, The northern wind may reach thee still, And thou perchance too late wilt sigh Weighs anchor and the future braves, His shattered hull and shivered sail Borne at the mercy of the gale Wherever winds and waters please, And deems, as he is sinking fast The sands and brine and foam beneath, The courtiers and the flowers that rise. Oft sink into the dust and fade. And ever, both in weal and woe, And deem that grief will never flee, And those who, bred in luxury, Think the gay sun will always shine. For every joy brings sorrow too, And even grief may herald mirth, And God has mingled life on earth With bitterness and honey-dew. At eve within yon studious nook Of martyrs crowned with heavenly meed, While such pure joys my bliss create, THOMAS WARTON. Now, Baby dearie, what think you To clothe each poor cold foot in a shoe? You need not crow, for yours will not do, My merry little lover; Your one lost brother, my baby fair, For swine are housed and kine are warm, 'Tis sweet to have, but not all to keep, And 'tis good sometimes to know to weep, And I pity the heart that would slumber and sleep Till winter days are over. DR. GEORGE SIGERSON. S AWAY FROM HOME. WIFTER far than swallow's flight Homeward o'er the twilight lea, Swifter than the morning light Flashing o'er the pathless sea, Dearest, in the lonely night Memory flies away to thee. Stronger far than is desire, Firm as truth itself can be, Deeper than earth's central fire, Boundless as the circling sea, Yet as mute as broken lyre, Is my love, dear wife, for thee. Sweeter far than miser's gain, Or than note of fame can be Unto one who long in vain Treads the path of chivalry, Are my dreams, in which again My fond arms encircle thee. JAMES ALDRICH. BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES. SIR PHILIP SYDNEY. IR PHILIP SYDNEY was the son of Sir Henry Sydney of Penshurst, Kent. After receiving the best education which could be given at that date, upon leaving college he travelled in France, Germany and Italy. He came to be esteemed one of the most accomplished men of his day, and, being a statesman, a writer, a poet and a soldier, was regarded as one of the chief ornaments of the court of Queen Elizabeth. Possibly his grace as a courtier and favorite of the queen made him more highly regarded in his day as a poet than a dispassionate study of his poetry would seem to justify. Horace Walpole took special pains to depreciate Sydney's muse, but probably the opinions of Lord Orford circulate at a much smaller value in the present day than when he lived and wrote and affected to build. Certainly his criticism would not be accepted either to uphold or to pull down a literary fame. In 1576 the queen despatched Sydney on a mission to the emperor Rudolph the object of which was to establish a league among the Protestant princes. When the duke of Anjou visited England, Sydney was conspicuous in the tournaments given in his honor. He accompanied the prince as far as Antwerp on his return to the Continent. When the Garter was conferred on the prince palatine, Sydney was selected to represent him by proxy at the installation, and was knighted by the queen on the occasion. In 1585 he and Sir Francis Drake projected an expedition against the Spaniards in South America, but Sydney was recalled from Plymouth, by the queen's special command, when upon the point of embarking. The crown of Poland was about to be offered to Sydney, when the queen again interposed, for fear (as Camden said) of losing "the jewel of her times.' Sydney was made governor of Flushing and promoted to the command of the cavalry under his uncle, the earl of Leicester, general of the army sent into Holland to aid the Dutch against the Spaniards. On the 22d September, 1586, Sydney fell in with a convoy of the enemy, led by the marquis of Guisto, proceeding to the relief of Zutphen, over which his troops (though inferior in numbers) gained a signal victory, the marquis of Gonzaga being left on the field dead. The triumph, however, was dearly bought at the cost of Sydney's life. Having had one horse shot under him, he mounted another, and continued in the thick of the fight until a ball pierced his left thigh and inflicted a fatal wound. As he was being carried away from the field, exhausted with the loss of blood, he begged for a draught of water. On the water being lifted to his lips his eyes fell on a dying soldier looking eagerly at it. Sydney desired the water to be given to the soldier, saying, This man's necessity is greater than mine." greater than mine." He lingered for a few 66 |