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Were given by Fatima. Borne hence a bride, 'Twas here she turned from her beloved sire, To see his face no more.* Oh, if thou canst, ('Tis not far off) visit his tomb with flowers ; And with a drop of this sweet water fill The two small cells scooped in the marble there, That birds may come and drink upon
grave, Making it holyt
* 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.
+ A Turkish superstition.
AN INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE
DEDICATED TO THE GRACES.*
APPROACH with reverence. There are those within,
WRITTEN IN 1834.
WELL, when her day is over, be it said
-a name to live While science, eloquence, and song divine,
* At Woburn Abbey.
And wisdom, in self-government displayed,
Wondrous was her wealth, The world itself her willing tributary ;
* 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 beginnings, have established a dominion so absolute, “where Trajan never penetrated and where the phalanx of Alexander refused to proceed”-a
ominion over a people for ages civilized and cultivate while we were yet in the woods.
Yet, to accomplish what her soul desired,
Yet ere long 'twas hers,
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 !"
Herself in bonds, for ages unredeemed-
AN INSCRIPTION FOR STRATFIELD SAYE.
These are the groves a grateful people gave
For on, regardless of himself, He went; And, by no change elated or depressed, Fought, till he won the imperishable wreath,