And, as a nun, in homeliest guise she knelt, That faint but fatherly smile, that smile of love Like a dream the whole is fled; Death-like, and gathering more and more, till Death But thou canst not yet reflect 1 Her back was at that time turned to the people; but in his countenance might be read all that was passing. The Cardinal, who officiated, was a venerable old man, evidently unused to the service and much affected by it. To the black pall, the requiem. All in turn Hover, uncalled. Thy young and innocent heart, How is it beating? Has it no regrets? Discoverest thou no weakness lurking there? But thine exhausted frame has sunk to rest. Peace to thy slumbers! 康 THE FIRE-FLY. HERE is an Insect, that, when Evening comes, Small though he be and scarce distinguishable, Like Evening clad in soberest livery, 1 Unsheathes his wings and through the woods and glades Scatters a marvellous splendour. On he wheels, Blazing by fits as from excess of joy,2 Each gush of light a gush of ecstasy ; Thousands as bright as he, from dusk till dawn, In the mother's lap Well may the child put forth his little hands, Singing the nursery song he learnt so soon; And the young nymph, preparing for the dance 1 He is of the beetle-tribe. 2 "For, in that upper clime, effulgence comes Of gladness."-CARY'S Dante. 3 3 There is a song to the lucciola in every dialect of Italy; as for instance in the Genoese. "Cabela, vegni a baso; The Roman is in a higher strain. "Bella regina," &c. nation, when compared to others that have passed away? Unfortunately it is too much the practice of governments to nurse and keep alive in the governed their national prejudices. It withdraws their attention from what is passing at home, and makes them better tools in the hands of Ambition. Hence next-door neighbours are held up to us from our childhood as natural enemies; and we are urged on like curs to worry each other.' In like manner we should learn to be just to individuals. Who can say, "In such circumstances I should have done otherwise?" Who, did he but-reflect by what slow gradations, often by how many strange concurrences, we are led astray; with how much reluctance, how much agony, how many efforts to escape, how many self-accusations, how many sighs, how many tears—Who, did he but reflect for a moment, would have the heart cast a stone? Happily these things are known to Him, from whom no secrets are hidden; and let us rest in the assurance that His judgments are not as ours are.2 1 Candour, generosity and justice, how rare are they in the world; and how much is to be deplored the want of them! When a minister in our parliament consents at last to a measure, which, for many reasons perhaps existing no longer, he had before refused to adopt, there should be no exultation as over the fallen, no taunt, no jeer. How often may the resistance be continued lest an enemy should triumph, and the result of conviction be received as a symptom of fear. 2 Are we not also unjust to ourselves; and are not the best among us the most so? Many a good deed is done by us and forgotten. Our benevolent feelings are indulged, and we think no more of it. But is it so when we err? And when we wrong another and cannot redress the wrong, where are we then?-Yet so it is and so no doubt it should be, to urge us on without ceasing. in this place of trial and discipline, "From good to better and to better still." THE CAMPAGNA OF ROME. AVE none appeared as tillers of the ground, None since They went-as though it still were theirs, And they might come and claim their own again ? Was the last plough a Roman's ? From this Seat,1 The changes from that hour when He from Troy Streamed far and wide, and dashing oars were heard Two lovely in their lives, nor in their death 1 Mons Albanus, now called Monte Cavo. On the summit stood for many centuries the temple of Jupiter Latiaris. "Tuque ex tuo edito monte Latiaris, sancte Jupiter," &c.-CICERO. Eneid, xii. 134. 3 Nisus and Euryalus. "La scène des six derniers livres de Virgile ne comprend qu'une lieue de terrain."-BONSTETTEN. Then, and hence to be discerned, How many realms, pastoral and warlike, lay Mingling, the sounds came up; and hence how oft In one. But all ere long are lost We look, and where the river rolls Southward its shining labyrinth, in her strength. A City, girt with battlements and towers, On seven small hills is rising. Round about, At rural work, the Citizens are seen, None unemployed; the noblest of them all Binding their sheaves or on their threshing-floors, As though they had not conquered. Every where Some trace of valour or heroic toil! Here is the sacred field of the Horatii.5 There are the Quintian meadows.6 Here the Hill 7 Armed; and, their wrongs redressed, at once gave way, Helmet and shield, and sword and down, spear thrown And every hand uplifted, every heart Forty-seven, according to Dionys. Halicar. I. i. 2 Tivoli. 3 Palestrina. 5" Horatiorum quà viret sacer campus."-MART. 6"Quæ prata Quintia vocantur."--LIVY. 4 La Riccia, 7 Mons Sacer. |