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but on doing as they were requested, “ And so I have,” replied the old they found it was too true.

man, " as perfect an example of the Hurrah ! hurrah !" at this moment Venice Rustica as ever I saw ; but not exclaimed old Bammel, coming into a word more.

There has been a great the room, “we've nick'd you lads- mistake here,-Charles show Miss jiggd if we han't tho'—we've had a Haggersbaggie and her crew out of the nice run in Shepherd's Cove all the time premises, lock all the gates, send you were watching this old gentle- for Mrs Lorimer without loss of time, man in Fisher's Cavern. Too late, and marry Jane within this week. If boys-all saved—the whole crop ; jigg’d you don't hang meif I don't marry her if it aint."

myself!" Somne communication of the same “ That's the trick," said Captain sort must have been made to Mr. Wal- Slap, as he hurried the party off ; * I'll lop, for a smile had replaced the for. keep the rest of my liver and send Bubb mer stern expression of his counte- to the right about-geology aint such a nance, as he brought Jane Lorimer in- bad study after all—at all events, it to the library, and presented her to the has done me more good than my troop party.

of brown heroes in John Company's “I thought you had gone for a spe- Snapdragons.” cimen of a shell !” exclaimed Sophronia, disappointed.

SOPHOCLES-TRACHINIÆ.

Venus swayeth all below

Fired by love, in act to close, E'en ihe gods to Venus bow !

In the midst the warrior's rose; Wondrous might, I trow hath she! While above them, all unseen, Ever hers the victory!

Blue-eyed Venus, beauty's Queen
How by many a luring wile

Hover'd, with unshrinking eyes,
Chronos' son she could beguile, Arbitress of destiny !
Not mine the task to tell ;

Sounded then the forceful blow
Or him, the God whose force can make From clench'd hand, and pondro'is
The solid earth's foundations shake,

bow; Or the dark Lord of Hell:

And from off his forehead torn, Mine to sing a tiercer strife

Crash'd the monster's splinter'd horn! That the Goddess woke to life.

Sinewy limb with limb was coil'd, Came there for this bride of old, Haughty brow with blood was soild, Suitors two of giant mould:

And the groan, but ill represt, Wrestler's feint, and warrior's blow Burst from either laboring breast! Well I ween their fight could show! But where Phæbus's glories bright Rushing, trampling, from afar, Bathed the distant hill in light Like a goring bull, to war,

Thus my mother's legend said, From his dwelling by the sea, Trembling sat the dark-eyed maid: From the far Eniadæ,

Motionless in deep suspense, Came the river-warrior on,

Piteous was her gaze intense !
Acheloüs, Tethys' son !

Destined to the migtiest sword, -
Glorious Thebes his rival böre,-- He who conquered was her Lord !
ThebeswhenceBacchus sprang of yore, Mournful as a timid fawn
With the bow, and with the spear, From its gentle dam withdrawn,
With the mighty club of fear

Soon she left her mother's side,
Brandished high his power to prov, Great Alcides' hard-won bride!
Dreadful came the son of Jove!

H. K.

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LINES, SUGGESTED BY A POEM CALLED THE “FLIGHT OF YOUTH,” IN THE

AUGUST NUMBER OF BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.
MINSTREL! thou hast poured a strain Once again to clasp, as burning,
I could list, and list again,

Fearsnl, sad and broken-hearted,
Drinking aye a deeper pleasure From our bosom to be parted.
From the ofi-repeated neasure Is he, is he gone?
Such a harmony divine

Time alas ! hath iron sway:
Dwelleih in that dirge of thine !

In some region far away, In the morn of yesterday

In a dungeon old and gray,
Fell I on the witching lay,

Will be walch him all the day;
Whiling by the moontide hour, Night is still his own.
In ny soliiary bower,

Dull old Time! he little knoweth
Reading little, thinking less,

All the strength that love bestoweth. In my sommer idleness!

Never chain was forged may bind him; Suddenly, as with a spell,

Distance vanisheth behind him.
On my soul iis music tell!

From bis broken den,
Ever since have I been haunted, On the night-breeze riding free,
In my waking, in my slumbers, To our chamber cometh he,-
By its melancholy numbers,

Telling in our sleeping ear
Like one that is enchanted.

Tales of many a bygone year, Yet I may not all agree

Quafting now the hallow'd fountain, With its deep despondency.

Roaming now the giant mountain,
He is mine wbom it bewaileth;

Over land and over sea
Lighlsome limb, and laughing eye, Once more wandering merrily,
Health and Hupe, and Courage high, Youth is with us then.
Of this goodly company,

Minstrel, saidst thou, “Youth is gone, Fainteth none or failech!

And hath left us to our moan, Seven years of sunny weather

All unfriended and alone ?" Youth and I have spent together;, Nay, and if thun speakest this, We have traversed, hand in hand, When he dwell with thee, I wis Many a sea, and many a land

Thou didst wrong him sore. Roamed o'er many a giant mountain- Never else !o wo and sadness, Drank of many a hallowed fountain; He that was so fond of gladness, Singing, laughing, as we went,

Would he give thee o'er. In our gladness innocent.

Hark! in silvery tones, and clear, Such the vows he swore at starting, He is whispering in mine ear, Who could dream of his departing? "Brother!' might he always dwell Is it, is it so ?

With the souls he loveth well,
Hath the Minstrel spoken truly? From one true and faithful heart
To some other limb more light Never more would Youth depart!
To some other eye more brighi Grieve not, for the tear drops flowing
Tosome heart that beals more newly, Nought avail to stay my going:
Love forgot, and promise broken ; Yet, though they may nothing aid thee,
Not one little parting token,

Shall thy love be well repaid thee;
Not one kindly farewell spoken, For to-day and for to-morrow
Will the false one go?

Thou mayest feel a pang of sorrow ; Joy ! joy! it is not thus !

But the gentle one I send Minstrel! thou hast wronged him, Soon shall bid thy weeping end. When thou saidest life was dim, Every pure and kindly spirit Sad, and dark, and deadly cold, This my blessiog doth inherit: And all full of woes untold,

Comrade sweet, I ween is he;
When he leaveth us.

He shall tell thee tales of me;
True it is my heart's best brother He shall paint me to thine eye
Soon must part to glad another With all love's fidelity.
True that Time, that despot strong,

Thou hast but to summon him
Will not let him linger long;

When thy spirit waxeth dim, Yet he will not take his flight,

And in memory, atthy, will, Like a traitor in the night:

Shall thy youth be with thee still !” Ere long a warning will he give, Minstrel, io mine inward hearing Many a little token leave;

Thus he breathes bis tones of cheering:
Many a farewell will be spoken Ay, and in my heart I know
Ere the cherished hond is broken! He hath spoken truly !
Softly, kindly, gentle Sprite !

Therefore will I not to wo
Will he vanish from our sight: Yield myself unduly;
Oft will he look back and sigh

For when youth his flight hath taken, For the pleasant days gone by.

I shall not be all forsaken. Slowly pacing, often turning

K. H.

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CORONATION SONNETS.

THE ABBEY.

THE CROWNING.

ear.

revere

WITHIN the Minster's venerable How dazzling flash the streams of colpile

oured light, What pomps unwonted flash upon our When on her sacred brow the crown eyes!

is placed. What gorgeous galleries o'er each oth- And straight her peers and dames, with er rise !

haughty haste, But less with gold and crimson glows Their coronets assume, as is their the aisle

right. Than with fair England's living splen- The sudden blaze makes all the temple dours; while

bright, Beneath the pavement sleeps ber buri- As if the temple smiled to

see her ed glory

crowned. While o'er the walls yet breathes her All eyes dilate with that imposing deathless story.

sightAnd not of living loveliness the smile, All voices make the vaulted roof re. Still less of costly robes and jewels bound sheen.

With shouts, in which the cannons' The soulless grandeur, can our thoughts roar is drowned, beguile

That burst in thunder on the startled From dwelling on those hallowing recollections,

The lofty anthem swells the pomp of Which chiefly make this spot the fittest sound. scene

It is no slavish clamour that we make Wherein to consecrate those new affec. Who, born ourselves to reign, in her

tions, We plight this day to Britain's Virgin The kingly nature that ourselves parQueen.

take. THE QUEEN

THE HOMAGE. How strange to see that creature young Before an earthly throne, as erst in and fair,

prayer, The ensigns dread assume of sovereign In earthly worship Heaven's own ser. power:

vants kneel; And claim a mighty kingdom for her They swear they will be faithful, trne dower.

and leal, Oh crowns are weighty less with gems And faith, and truth, and loyalty will than care !

bear, Shall one so slight such stately burthen And earthly worship render; so they

wear ? And iu those femininely feeble hands Princes and peers like stately homage The orb of empire how shall she up. Each knee is bent, and every head is

tenderbear? How wield the sceptre of those wide

bare, spread lands.

And life and limb are plighted to de Whose strength and wisdom kneel for fend her. her commands?

But one who owns the majesty of years, Yet that calm brow bespeaks a placid His venerable limbs may scarcely bend! breast

See the young Sovereign from her As there in innocence august she

throne descend, stands;

With graceful kindness that so much Perchance that weaknees may protect

endearsher best.

Till tenderness and veneration blend, Which doth saffuse our gazing eyes In hearts whose generous glow can with tears

mock at sueers."

J. H. Of joy that is intenser made by fears. New York, Aug. 4, 1838.

swear.

* Some did sneer, strange though it seem, at the incident which rendered Lord Rolle's homage an occasion of displaying the amiable character of his gracious Sovereiga. But “the vile will talk villan.”

THE SENTIMENT OF FAMILY ANTIQUITY. AMONG the many phenomena which their system of Polytheism ; who in present themselves to the student of fact their Ocoi were — namely, their the philosophy of the human mind, heroes whom length of time and dimthere are few more interesting than that ness of tradition at last invested with which may be called the Sentiment of the honour of divinity, removing all the Family Antiquity; by which must be palpable evidence of their humanity, understood in the following notice that and leaving to an admiring posterity onrespect which individuals feel for them- ly the shadowy record of their services, selves and others from the circum. their virtues, and their valour. The stances of descent from a family or modern genealogist finds the roots of persons of note. The times in which an ancient tree finally elude his grasp we live are such as to make a specula- in some crag-built tower over-hangtion on this topic any thing but un- ing the Rhine, and is content to profitable.

say that the “ early history of the It is evident that all notion of family house loses itself in the midst of anticonsequence takes its origin from the quity;" the Athenian looking up the fact of some one person having been, long ancestral line, and seeing an end at some time more or less remote as without any reason satisfactory to his may be, distinguished in some way, pride, links it on to Olympus, and from whom persons derive their no- bursts out with “ Dewr raides parápuv. tion of family consequence together And in like manner the Romans in their with their birth. And in saying national name “Quirites,” and in their “ distinguished,” we mean to exclude Gentilitial names as the Gens Horatia, the notion of persons being necessarily Julia, Sempronia, brought out the unvirtuous or successful, distinguished varying principle of the human mind; well; for in course of time, de. differing in its developments, only as scendants may obtain a notion of fami- far as language and manners make all ly consequence from the circumstance developements of the same process of of springing from an ancestor who was the mind in several nations to differ from vicious or unsuccessful, only because he each other. was known notus, nobilis, or distin Holy Scripture, with reverence be it guished from other persons. And said, shows us how the feeling exhibitso too we hold it no proof against the ed itself in the original people of God. truth of our position, that there are The, are specifically called the chil. families—like that of the yeoman in dren of Israel,” or “ Israelites,” in me. the New Forest whose ancestor was mory as it were of the ditsinguishing there when King Rufus was killed — epoch and person from which and whose who have nothing to show but long ex- day they began to be the great nation, istence, without a rise, in a humble con “like the sand on the sea-shore in muldition of life ; because the fact that the titude,” to whom the great promise of existence of their ancestor, at such and the future blessedness of all nations was such a remote period, if well ascertain- made. ed is of itself a distinction of him and And thus much of primeval antiquithem.

ty. The object of the present paper In the Greek and Roman story we is chiefly to draw some attention to find all associations looking this way. the subject of British Family AntiThe Greek for example teeming with quity. If we had any copy of the patronymical designations, all telling roll of Battle Abbey on which reliance the tale of some ancient hero and his could be placed, or could satisfactorily glories—the Danaide, Heraclidæ, reconcile the several copies given in Erectheidæ—with that heightening of print, we should be much nearer than poetical effect the readers and lovers of we can now ever be towards underthe Attic Tragedy well know. The standing the real state of William chorus at line 820 of the Medea, opens Duke of Normandy's attendants upon with

his perilous venture for the English

But if the good monks of the 'Ερεχθείται το παλαιόν όλβιοι Και θεών παιδεσ μακάρων

Abbey of Batayle” so called it will

be remembered as related by Duga beautiful apostrophe to the Athe- dale, because founded for the health, nians, in which we see at once the omnium animarum quoe in prelio reciprinciple which has been stated, and derant, of all the souls which had fal. also who those were who made up len in the “ batayle,” falsified the re

crown.

gister originally kept there in vera. Heraldry would have held very cheap. cious record of William's gallant com. It is however the ancient simple syspanions, we find in this circumstance tem of heraldic symbols that awakens å proof of the estimation in which our livelier sympathies. It is we was held an ancestry ennobled by so think hardly possible to peruse without signal a passage of arms as the Con- emotion the coats tied together by queror's conquering field. We have clasped hands, branching out into va. á few families, but very few whose rious matches with clasped hands and descent is undoubtedly known to be fresh coats added to them in their turn: in unbroken line above the Conquest. dry as pedigrees and parish-registers Of these, one is the time-honoured are by proverb, we confess there are knightly house of Trevelyan of Nettle- persons for whom they have a very combe, whose estate of Trevelyan in considerable interest.

How many a Cornwall has never been out of their lance was shivered for this Matilda ! hands since the reign of Edward the How many a knight would fain have Confessor. But while the Normans worn the colour of this Grisildis! left but few Saxon houses-none in- Well, they were married you see in deed probably, but such as were too due time at the parish church by the powerful to be dispossessed, --in the parish priest to good knightly men of enjoyment of their fiefs, and so effec- their county, and here, you see a tually removed them out of the station goodly line from them ; this son fell in which a remembered continuance of at Towton—this fought on the Red their line and honours was likely to Rose side—this took blows and favours ensue, they themselves were it would with the White. Ah! and here we seem singularly careful of their own find “jacent sepultæ ;” they lie in the lines and honours. The pedigrees of family aisle in the old church : Requiour elder noble houses are for the most escant. part well travelled, and capable of However, as we come nearer to our bearing minute examination in each own times, some of the most ancient step; for example, the Howard pedi- names disappear, and many others meet gree which although not in the most us which now occupy a distinguished ancient class, is one of the most illus. place in the family history of our countrious by the streams of “ blue” blood try. And further, we find those systems which flow into it—the De Vere merg- of heraldry divulged which have effeced by an heiress in that of the Duke of tually in the end completed the erSt. Albans — the De Clifford -- and, tinction of genuine heraldic taste; although not strictly in point here, the though the object of their authors was Scottish Sutherland the oldest Peerage to sustain it. in the world, now about to be merged An English work on Heraldry was in the lately created English Dukedom first printed in the year 1486, and purof Sutherland, in the noble house of ported to be written by Dame Juliana the Gowers. And besides these houses Berners, Prioress of Sopwell in Hertof peerage, there are numerous Eng- fordshire. Mr. Dallaway very properlish families which can show unques. ly says, that the Prioress however tioned descent from near the Norman - cannot be admitted amongst the invasion.

writers upon Heraldry, even To feelings how fine and elevating translator of Uplon." We do not may this love of pedigree be traced; mean to moot_ the question whether and in us who stand on our isthmus of Dame Juliana Berners did or did not time, looking up the stream at time make the translation herself,—though gone, now tinted with all the glow if we did, we think we should take which mellows the past, or down it at part with the accomplished lady the uncertain and not very cheerful against Mr. Dallaway; but only to dawn of the future, how many associa- state fully what he hints at,-namely, tions are awakened when we turn over that the heraldic part of the “ Boke of an illuminated family-tree, or decipher St. Albans" is not a translations in part, coats of arms and monumental legends! but altogether a compilation from the The world now is pleased with a tin. work of Nicholas Upton, Canon of sel coat of arms on a carriage, on a Sarum, temp. Hen. VI. We make seal, or plate, or tapestry, because the this assertion from an actual compa. colours are bright, or the bearings rison of the Bodleian copy of the fanciful; and officers of arms have been “ Boke of St. Albans," with Uptons' found who have pandered to the pre- treatise, printed with others in one valent feeling by grants which ancient volume, by Byssle Clarencieux, in

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