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to have been made from the bars of the him equally beloved by the people ; and fatal oriel, the report excited many a when he had been some time in orders, shudder among those who heard the he was enabled to procure a plenary history of the original sacrilege. It pardon for such of his wandering kinneeded but one other deed of blood to dred as still remained without the pale fill up the measure of calamity which of the church. The remnant of the had been dealt out to that ill-fated dis. Muintir Gillmore came in with ready triet : the abbot of Bangor was found subunission and acquiescence in whatmurdered in his own cloisters, about a ever was required by their inissionary month after the death of Mac Gillinore; chieftain, and brother Virgil had the whether by one of the survivors of the satisfaction at last of assisting at the outlawed clan, or by Black Alan, is un. baptism of as many of his old catechucertain : but the general belief was, that mens as remained. he had perished by the hands of the latter.
Brother Virgil had now but to fulfil “I think I may stop here ;" said the injunctions of the dying chieftain. Turlough ;“only adding that the name Harry Oge was taken under his pro- of Stephen Chamberlaine appears as tection and tutelage : the boy, with a Seneschal of Ards in a patent roll of natural fonduess for gentle pursuits, the next reign, and that Harry Oge, soon became the darling of the frater- having assumed the name of Junius, nity: his piety and benevolence made lived to be prior of his order.”
EPIGRAM BY THE REV. MARK BLOXHAM.
The author of the new Paradise Re- the latter circumstance, of which he was gained, having been much censured by quite ignorant till after the publication his religious friends for dedicating his of his book, has made the amende hobook to a nobleman of reputed hetero- norable in the following epigram: dox opinions, on being made aware of
What! Bloxham, a sound divine, inseribe his book
This is a funny little epigram, and if of Paradise Regained, as the price it be written by the Rev. Mark Blox- of a living to any one who will sell ham, as we are credibly informed it him one on the terms.' was, it will gain him more credit than N.B. To constitute simony there his Paradise Regained. Our readers must be a valuable consideration. are perhaps aware that the Reverend
A. P. Gentleman has offered the completion
AN EVENING IN THE BAY OF NAPLES.
“Naples ! thou heart of men which ever pantest
Naked beneath the lidless eye of heaven;
The mutinous air and sea : they round thee even
As sleep round love are driven.
Down Ischia's steep the sun has set,
And left the stainless blue of heaven
His sinking beams have given,
That spreads o'er yon fair sky,
Of sunlit Italy.
To mark the hallowed hour of pray'r,
Soft o'er the stirless air,
Athwart the growing shades of even,
The tongues of angels chanting down from heaven
Midway to man's abode,
Hailing the stainless Bride of God.*
And Capri's vine-clothed isle
Lengthening o'er many a mile
As though, to join the rock and shore,
A shadowy causeway o'er ;
That looks like northern morning's breaking,
Bright as a young babe's cheek when waking,
• The moment of sunset is appointed, in Roman Catholic countries, for the evening service to the Virgin, and the « Ave Maria,” as it is led, is proclaimed by the peals that ring out from all the church bells, which produce a strikingly fine effect. This custom has given rise to a very sweet episode of Byron. (Don Juan, canto 3, stanza 102.)
From Vesuvio's cratered cone,
Whose azure brow
Is tranquil now
To look on that murderer's sleep,
When the sun is on the deep :
Puff's in the still clear air, Forced by the sobs when his hot heart throbs
As he heaves in his restless lair.
Stript by his own heart's fire ;
That he wrought in his wakeful ire.
Down Ischia's side the sun has set,
And now the purple tints of even, Along the far horizon met,
Steal mellow o'er the gloaming heav'n,
Sant Eremo's castled height,
A hue so soft and hoar,
With many a deep rent o’er.
Falls the plash of some lone oar,
To the gently curving shore,
Were struggling still with night-
The fadeless stars are hung,
In thronging myriads Alung;
That burns with trembling beam
Floats on the sky or stream.
Might cheat the charmed eye
Some wondrous nether sky,
For many a snowy sail unfurled,
As 'twere in mimicry
Floats o'er the slumbering sea-
Along its breast to rove,
As those in heaven above ;
Faintly floating to the shore,
Of the bards of the days of yore.
And who are they that sing these strains,
That erst Torquato sung?
Not yet around them flung.
The virtuous, and the free,
Too vicious and too cowardly
The boon of Liberty!
If, as ye boast yourselves, ye be
Sprung from that mighty sire, *
Of Juno's vengeful ire-
The strength, the God-like energy
Of heaven's unjust decree?
Of him whose infant clasp
Within his strangling gasp?
So worn ye to decay
To sap your lives away,
• The Campanian cities are said to have been originally colonized by the descendants of Hercules.
With bounteous hand and free,
Still smile unchangingly
In a far, chill northern land,
Sweet Naples, near thy strand-
As his footsteps linger o'er,
Thy ever-beauteous shore.
Of that fair verdant hill
So ebbless and so still,
At the hour that daylight dies,
In crimson light thy cloudless skies
Glowing in the day-god's smiles.
Like the smouldering fire that dwells
Of Vesuvio's sulpbury cells-
Tampering with thy sleeping strength,
As if their puny might at length
That throb within thy heart of fire.
• Sorrento, on the bay of Naples, was the birth-place of Torquato Tasso.
Pasilipo or Pausiilipo is said to have acquired its name from the words (Tauros Tno augns). “pausis tes lupes,” rest from sorrow, on account of the beauty of its situation and view.