When not a distant taper's twinkling ray
Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way:
When not a sheep-bell sooth'd his list'ning ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempest near;
Then did his horse the homeward track descry, 17
The track that shunn'd his sad, inquiring eye;
And win each wav'ring purpose to relent,
With warmth so mild, so gently violent,
That his charm'd hand the careless rein resign'd,
And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind.
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, tho' the porter spurn him from his door,
Tho' 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!
Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly!
The blasts of heav'n, the drenching dews of earth,
The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth-

These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave,
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, transports the timid dove
The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love!
Say, thro' the clouds what compass points her flight!
Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations bless'd the sight.
Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rise,
Eclipse her native shades, her native skies——
'Tis vain!-thro' Ether's pathless wilds she goes,
And lights at last where all her cares repose.

B

Sweet bird! thy truth shall Harlem's walls attest, And unborn ages consecrate thy nest! When with the silent energy of grief,

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With looks that ask'd, yet dar'd not hope relief, Want, with her babes, round gen'rous Valour clung, To wring the slow surrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye; Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meager hand, when welcom❜d from the sky.

Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, 1?
Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn.
O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course,
And many a stream allures her to its source.
'Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought,
Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,
Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind;
Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!

Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell!
Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell!
With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue
Of varied scents that charm'd her as she flew!
Hail! Mem'ry, hail! thy universal reign
Guards the least link of Beings' glorious chain.

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NOTES ON THE FIRST PART.

* AWAKE but one, and lo! what myriads rise! When a traveller, who was surveying the ruins of Rome, expressed a desire to procure some relic of its ancient grandeur, Poussin, who attended him, stooped down, and gathering up a handful of earth shining with small grains of porphyry, "Take this home, "said he, "for your cabinet, and say boldly: Questa è Roma antica."

2 The church-yard yews round which his fathers sleep.

Every man, like Gulliver in Lilliput, is fastened to some spot of earth by the thousand small threads that habit and association are continually stealing over him. Of these, perhaps, one of the strongest is here alluded to.

When the Canadian Indians were once solicited to emigrate, "What!" they replied, "shall we say to the bones of our fathers, Arise, and go with us into a foreign land!”. Hist. des Indes, par M. l'abbé RAYNAL, VI, 21.

3 So, when he breath'd his firm yet fond adieuHe wept; but the effort that he made to conceal his tears, concurred, with them, to do him honour : he went to the mast-head, waving to the canoes as long as they continued in sight.

HAWKESWORTH's Voyages, II, 181.

Another very affecting instance of local attachment is related of his fellow-countryman Potaveri who came to Europe with M. de Bougainville. See Les Jardins, par M. l'abbé DE LILLE, chant II.

4 So Scotia's Queen, &c.

Elle se leve sur son lit, et se met à contempler la France encore, et tant qu'elle peut.

BRANTÔME, I, 140.

' Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspireTo an accidental association may be ascribed some of the noblest efforts of human genius. The Historian of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire first conceived the design among the ruins of the Capitol; and to the tones of a Welsh harp are we indebted for the Bard of Gray. GIBBON'S Hist. XII, 32. Memoirs of GRAY, sect. IV, let. 25.

Hence home-felt pleasure, &c.

Who can sufficiently admire the affectionate attachment of Plutarch, who thus concludes his enumeration of the advantages of a great city to men of letters: “ As to myself, I live in a little town; and I choose to live there, lest it should become still less. Vit. Dem.

7 For this Foscari, &c.

This young man was suspected of murder, and at Venice suspicion is good evidence. Neither the interest of the Doge his father, nor the intrepidity of conscious innocence, which he exhibited in the dungeon and on the rack, could procure his acquittal. He was banished to the island of Candia for life.

But here his resolution failed him. At such a distance from home he could not live; and as it was a criminal offence to solicit the intercession of any foreign prince, in a fit of despair he addressed a letter to the duke of Milan, and intrusted it to a wretch whose perfidy, he knew, would occasion his being remanded a prisoner to Venice. See Dr. MOORE's View of Society in Italy, vol. I, let. 14. 8 And watch and weep in Eloisa's cell.

The Paraclete, founded by Abelard, in Champagne. 9 'Twas ever thus. As now at Virgil's tomb, &c, Vows and pilgrimages are not peculiar to the religious enthusiast. Silius Italicus performed annual ceremonies

on the mountain of Posilippo, and it was there that Boccaccio, quasi da un divino estro inspirato, resolved to dedicate his life to the Muses.

1° So Tully paus'd amid the wrecks of Time.

When Cicero was quæstor in Sicily, he discovered the tomb of Archimedes by its mathematical inscription. Tusc. Quæst. V, 3

"Say why the pensive widow loves to weep, &c.

The influence of the associating principle is finely exemplified in the faithful Penelope when she sheds tears over the bow of Ulysses. Od. XXI, 55.

12 If chance he hears the song so sweetly wild

The celebrated Ranz des Vaches; cet air si chéri des Suisses, qu'il fut défendu, sous peine de mort, de le jouer dans leurs troupes, parce qu'il faisoit fondre en larmes, déserter ou mourir ceux qui l'entendoient; tant il excitoit en eux l'ardent desir de revoir leur pays.

ROUSSEAU, Dictionnaire de Musique, 13 Say why Vespasian lov'd his Sabine farm!

This emperor, according to Suetonius, constantly passed the summer in a small villa near Reate where he was born, and to which he would never add any embellishment; ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret.

SUET. in Vit. Vesp. cap. II.

A similar instance occurs in the life of the venerable Pertinax, as related by J. Capitolinus. Posteaquam in Liguriam venit, multis agris coemptis, tabernam paternam, manente formâ priore, infinitis ædificiis circumdedit. Hist. August. 54.

And it is said of Cardinal Richelieu that, when he built his magnificent palace on the site of the old family