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But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,
Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour?
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!





P. 10, 1. 3. How oft, when purple evening linged 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. You were 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.”

P. 11, 1. 25.
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,

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P. 15, 1. 3.
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

P. 16, 1. 8.
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 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


with us into a foreign land ?”

P. 17, 1. 5.
So, when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu,
See Cook's first voyage, book i. chap. 16.

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, chant. ii.
P. 17, 1. 13.

So Scotia's Queen, fic.
Elle se leve sur son lict, et se met à contempler la
France encore, et tant qu'elle peut. BRANTÔME.

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P. 17, 1. 21. Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, To 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 his design among the ruins of the Capitol ; and to the tones of a Welsh harp are we indebted for the Bard of Gray.

P. 17, 1. 25. Hence home-fell pleasure, &:c. Who can enough admire the affectionate attachment of Plutarch, who thus concludes his enumeration of the advantages of a great city to men of letters ? to myself, I live in a little town; and I chuse to live there, lest it should become still less.”

Vit. Demosth. P. 17, 1. 27. For this young FOSCARI, &c. He was suspected of murder, and at Venice suspicion was 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


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.


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