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art ; at last his eye rests upon a phial Shine with a glow of welcoming ; of deadly poison.

Calm at my feet the glorious mirror lies,

And tempts to far-off shores, with smiles I grasp thee-faithful friend art thou : from other skies! Already do I feel the strife That preyed upon my powers of life

The goblet into which he is about Calmed into peace; and now--and now to pour the poison, recalls a variety The swell, that troubled the clear spring of domestic associations—having dwelt Of my vext spirit ebbs away;

on these for a whileOutspread like ocean, Life and Day

This is a draught that, if the brain still think,
Will set it thinking in another mood;
Old cup, now fill thee with the dark brown flood;
It is my choice; I mixed it, and will drink:
My last draught this on earth I dedicate,
(And with it be my heart and spirit borne!)
A festal offering to the rising morn.

(He places the goblet to his mouth.

Bells heard and roices in chorus.

EASTER Hymy.- Chorus of Angels.
CHRIST is from the grave arisen,
Joy is His. For Him the weary
Earth hath ceased its thraldom dreary,
And the cares that prey on mortals:
He hath burst the grave's stern portals ;

The grave is no prison :
The Lord hath arisen !

FAUSTUS.

Oh, those deep sounds, those voices rich and heavenly !
How powerfully they sway the soul, and force
The cup uplifted from the eager lips !
Proud bells, and do your peals already ring,
To greet the joyous dawn of Easter morn ?
And ye, rejoicing choristers, already
Flows forth your solemn song of consolation ?
That song, which once, from angel lips resounding
Around the midnight of the grave, was heard,
The pledge and proof of a new covenant!

Hymn continued.- Chorus of Women.
We laid him for burial

Mong aloes and myrrh ;
His children and friends

Laid their dead Master here !
All wrapt in his grave-dress,

We left him in fear-
Ah! where shall we seek him ?
The Lord is not here!

Chorus of Angels.
The Lord hath arisen,

Sorrow no longer;
Temptation hath tried him,

But he was the stronger.
Happy, bappy victory!

Love, submission, self-denial
Marked the strengthening agony,

Marked the purifying trial;
The grave is no prison :
The Lord hath arisen.

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FAUSTUS.

Soft sounds, that breathe of Heaven, most mild, most powerful,
What seek ye here ?– Why will ye come to me
In dusty gloom immersed ?-Oh! rather speak
To hearts of soft and penetrable mould !
I hear your message, but I have not faith-
And Miracle is Faith's beloved offspring !
I cannot force myself into the spheres,
Where these good tidings of joy are heard ;
And yet, from youth familiar with the sounds,
Even now they call me back again to life;
Oh! once, in boyhood's time, the love of Heaven
Came down upon me, with mysterious kiss
Hallowing the stillness of the Sabbath-day!
Then did the voices of these bells melodious
Mingle with hopes and feelings mystical;
And prayer was then indeed a burning joy !
Feelings resistless, incommunicable,
Drove me, a wanderer through fields and woods;
Then tears rushed hot and fast-then was the birth
Of a new life and a new world for me ;
These bells announced the merry sports of youth,
This music welcomed in the happy spring ;
And now am I once more a little child,
And old Remembrance, twining round my heart,
Forbids this act, and checks iny daring steps-
Then sing ye forth-sweet songs that breathe of heaven!
Tears come, and Earth hath won her child again.

Any praise of such poetry as this ment, and is commencing a translation would be impertinent.

of St. John's Gospel, when the aggraIn the next scene Faustus and his vated impatience of the dog convinces pupil are found observing and mingling him that bis solitude is haunted by with the groups of citizens assembled some spirit of evil ; he has recourse to to celebrate the Easter festival in the powerful spells, and Mephistopheles at suburbs. Faustus falls into a moody last appears as a travelling scholar. reverie, and again invokes the spirits After a short converse, the Dæmon, of the air. A black dog is seen wheel- who is desirous of departing, but deing about them attracting their atten- tained by the superior power of Faust, tion by his gambols, and at last joins proposes to the Doctor an exhibition of them. We then find Faustus again in his art; he lulls him to sleep with the his closet with the dog. Somewhat aid of a song of his assistant spirits, soothed by his late intercourse with the expression of whose wild and unthe real world, his calmer thoughts are earthly melody, Mr. Anster may well continually, interrupted by the angry be proud of as a triumphant effort of growl of his companion. To fix his his art. mind he takes down the New Testa

SPIRITS sing.
Vanish, dark arches,

Children of heaven,
That over us bend,

In spiritual beauty,
Let the blue sky in beauty

Descending, and bending
Look in like a friend.

With billowy motion,
Oh, that the black clouds

And others, their brothers,
Asunder were riven,

Downward are thronging,
That the small stars were brightening Willing devotion
All through the wide heaven!

Flowing to meet them,
And loo at them smiling

Loving hearts longing,
In beautiful splendour,

Sighing to greet them.
Suns, but with glory

O'er field and o'er flower,
More placid and tender

On bank and in bower,

Ribands are futtering,

for which he has so long toiled in vain. Graceful they move,

This scene is one of extraordinary Where lovers are uttering

power, but we cannot bring ourselves Feelings of love,

to mar it by extract or abridgment, and Bower on bower,

it is too long for insertion entire. Hav. Tendril and flower:

ing persuaded bis victim to leave his Clustering grapes,

retirement, the fiend first brings him The vine's purple treasure,

to a society of drunkards; their revels Have fallen in the wine-vat,

and the grim gambols with which the And bleed in its pressure

Dæmon diversifies them are exhibited Foaming and steaming, the new wine is in an extraordinary scene, but Faustus streaming,

does not find here the object of his Over bright precious stones'

search. Love is next to be tried : for It rolls on from its fountain, Leaving behind it

this purpose Faustus is taken to a

witch's kitchen - Strange Monsters, Meadow and mountain, It lingers in wild lakes, more leisurely having the speech of man without his flowing

reason, are cooking some hellish broth; Where the hills to behold it with pleasure their jargon, in which snatches of are glowing:

meaning are clinked with nonsense And the winged throng

into wild rhymes, makes Faustus's head Fly rejoicing along

giddy, and the reader's nerves must be Onward and onward,

of the strongest if it has not the same With wings steering sun-ward,

effect on them. The witch herself To where the bright islands, with magical appears; he receives from her a potion motion,

by which his youth is renewed; and Stir with the waves of the stirring ocean. his desires are inflamed by the exhibiWhere we hear 'em shout in chorus, tion in her mirror of the form of perOr see 'em dance on lawns before us, fect female beauty. The Dæmon's train As over land or over waters

for his victim is now fully laidChance the idle parties scatters. Some upon the far hills gleaming,

“ With this draught in him he will meet, Some along the bright lakes streaming, A Helēna in every street." Some their forms in air suspending, Float in circles never-ending.

Accordingly he throws Faustus in the All their feelings and employment way of a lovely girl returning from Is the spirit of enjoyment,

church. Faustus, instantly enamoured, While the gracious stars above them offers her his arm--she disengages herSmile to say how much they love them. self— Mephistopheles enters-Faustus

demands of him the instant gratificaWhile the Doctor is asleep, the fiend tion of his desires, and after a slight contrives to escape.

hesitation skilfully managed to infiame In the next scene Mephistopheles them, the fiend promises to introduce again appears on the stage with him to her chamber ; the next scene Faustus, and at last induces his victim accordingly finds Faustus in Margaret's to sign the usual devilish compact, on apartment, which she, somewhat ruffled condition of obtaining for him that sa- by the incident in the street, has just tisfaction and acquiescence in his lot left.

Faustus (looking round.)
How calm ! how happy dwells the tender light
In this still sanctuary reposing here,
And the sweet spirit of peace pervading all,
And blessing all.-Spirit of peace and love,
I give myself to thee! Oh, love, whose breath
Is fed on the delicious dew of hope,
Be thou henceforth my life!

How round us breathe
In every thing the same prevailing quiet
And neatness, and the feeling of contentment!

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- In low estate what more than riches are,
And this poor cell bow very, very happy!

(He throws himself on the leathern arm-chair beside the bed."
Receive me, thou who hast with open arm,
Year after year, the generations gone
Welcomed in joy and grief: how many a swarm
Of children round this patriarchal throne
Have gathered here! perhaps beside this seat-
I well can fancy it—a happy child

-Even now she scarce is more-at Christmas eve,
My love has knelt down at her grandsire's feet,
Among the children grouping to receive
The Christmas gifts, with pleasure undefiled,
Kissing the good old man I see her stand,
Her young round cheeks prest on his witbered hand.

The spirit of contentment, maiden dear,
Is breathing in thy very atmosphere;
I feel it sway me while I linger here.
The sense of neatness felt in every thing,
Speaks with a mother's voice, and bids thee spread
The little table with its covering,
The floor with clean sand crackling to the tread.
Every where round the hand beloved I trace,
That makes a paradise of any place.

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Here could I linger hours on hours,

Where dreams and meditative thought,
And, nature, thy benignant powers

Within her virgin bosom wrought,
As day by day each influence pure,
Of heaven and earth her heart mature,
And fain would welcome forth, and win
To light, the angel from within.

Here lay the slumbering child, her tender breast
Filled with the warmth of happy life; and here
The heavenly image, on the soul imprest,
Came out, as clouds past off, divinely clear.

But thou accursed, what art thou ?
What brings thee to her chamber now?
Alas! I tremble but to think,
And feel my heart within me shrink.
Poor Faustus ! has some magic cloud
Befooled thine eyes? thy reason bowed ?
Else why this burning passion strange?
And why to Love this sudden change!
Oh man—unstable, erring, blind,
The plaything of the passing wind !

And should she now return and meet
Thee here, how would the boaster shrink
Into the coward! at her feet
In what confusion sink!

Just as Faustus' better feelings are for Margaret; he desires Faustus to excited, Mephistopheles enters with a place them in her cabinet. casket of jewels, designed as a present

PAOSTUS.

MEPRISTOPHELES.

As if 'twere your old lecture-room, I krov not; ought I?

And the two sisters beautiful,

Physics and METAPHYSICS, whom
Can you ask it?

You loved so long, were standing there, Perhaps you wish to keep the casket;

With their hagged faces and grey hair ; li so—and that 'tis a varice

In person by the doctor's chair. I wish you joy of this cheap vice;

Come, come. I'm glad the momentary bubble

(Ereunt. Oi jore has burst-it saves me trouble; And easier pastimes you may find

After a few scenes in which, by means Than practising upon her mind.

of a female friend of Margaret, whom My poor brain scarcely understands Mephistopheles deceives by preteading What you are at-I rub my hands to become her suitor, Faustus is introAnd scratch my head.

duced to the poor girl, whose simplicity (Places the casket in the press, and closes and devoted affection are beautifully the lock.

drawn. Then follows a scene in which Away-come quick Faustus wholly possessed by his pasSoon shall this young, one fancy-sick,

si in has retired to some solitary place, Think often of you.--wish and will and which is one of such extraordinary All to one object pointing still ;

merit, that we must contrive to mike And there are you,---as starched and dull room for it.

FOREST AND CAVERY.

Faustus (alone).
Yes ! lofty Spirit, thou hast given me all,
All that I asked of thee; and not in vain,
In unconsuming fire revealed, hast thou
Been with me, manifesting gloriously
Thy presence—thou hast looked on me with love,
-Hast given me empire o'er majestic Nature;
Power to enjoy and feel ! 'Twas not alone
The stranger's short permitted privilege
Of momentary wonder that thou gavest;
No, thou hast given me into her deep breast
As into a friend's secret beart to look ;
Hast brought to me the tribes of living things:
Thus teaching me to recognise and love
My brothers in still grove, or air, or stream.
And when in the wide wood the tempest raves,
And shrieks, and rends the giant pipes, uproots,
Disbranches, and, with maddening grasp uplifting,
Flings them to earth, and from the hollow hill
Dull moaning thunders echo their descent;
Then dost thou lead me to the safe retreat
Of some low cavern, there exhibiting
To my awed soul its own mysterious nature!
Of my own heart the depths miraculous,
Its secret inward being all exposed !
And when before my eye the pure moon walls
High over-head, diffusing a soft light,
Then from the rocks, and over the damp wood,
The pale bright shadows of the ancient times
Before me seem to move, and mitigate
The too severe delight of earnest thought!--

Alas! even now I feel man's joys must be
Imperfect ever.

The ecstatic bliss,
Which lifts me near and nearer to the gods;
This is thy gift; but with it thou hast given,
Inseparably linked, this vile associate,
Whom I abominate but cannot part :-

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