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So there the soul, released from human strife,
Oft may the spirits of the dead descend
Oh thou! with whom my heart was wont to share
like thee, whose heart knew no disguise, Whose blameless wishes never aimed to rise, To meet the changes Time and Chance present, With modest dignity and calm content. When thy last breath, ere Nature sunk to rest, Thy meek submission to thy God expressed ; When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth !
Hail, MEMORY, hail! in thy exhaustless mine
age to age unnumbered treasures shine!
These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest !
THE FIRST PART.
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Ye Household deities, &c. THESE were imagined to be the departed souls of virtuous men, who, as a reward of their good deeds in the present life, were appointed after death to the pleasing office of superintending the concerns of their immediate descendants. Melmoth.
" You were
Page 10, line 13. How oft, when purple evening tinged the west, Virgil, in one of his Eclogues, describes a romantic attachment as conceived in such circumstances; and the description is so true to nature, that we must surely be indebted for it to some early recollection. little when I first saw you. You were with your
mother gathering fruit in our orchard, and I was your guide. I was just entering my thirteenth year, and just able to reach the boughs from the ground.”
So also Zappi, an Italian Poet of the last Century. “ When I used to measure myself with my goat and my goat was the tallest, even then I loved Clori."
Page 11, line 21. Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, I came to the place of my birth, and cried, “ The friends of my Youth, where are they?”—And an echo answered, “ Where are they?” From an Arabic MS.
Page 14, line 19. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! When a traveller, who was surveying the ruins of Rome, expressed a desire to possess 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."
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Every man, like Gulliver in Lilliput, is fastened to some spot of earth, by the thousand small threads which 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 ?”
Page 16, line 7. So, when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu, He wept; but the effort that he made to conceal his