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Yea, Carnage is thy daughter ! The tender insects sleeping in their cells Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling Bright shines the sun-and not a breeze to mail,

shake And by thy just permission they prevail ; The drops that tip the melting icicles.

Thine arm from peril guards the Oh, enter now His temple gate! coasts

Inviting words-perchance already flung. Of them who in thy laws delight: (As the crowd press devoutly down the Thy presence turns the scale of doubtful aisle fight,

Of some old minster's venerable pile) Tremendous God of battles Lord of Hosts! From voices into zealous passion stung, To TheE-TO Thee

While the tubed engine feels the inspiring On this appointed day shall thanks ascend, blast,

(cast That Thou hast brought our warfare to an And_has begun-its clouds of sound to end,

• Towards the empyreal heaven, And that we need no second victory!

As if the fretted roof were riven. Ha! what a ghastly ight for man to see ; Us, humbler ceremonies now await; And to the heavenly saints in peace who' But in the bosom, with devout respect, dwell,

The banner of our joy we will erect, For a brief moment, terrible ;

And strength of love our souls shall But to thy sovereign penetration, fair,

elevate: Before wbom all things are, that were,

For to a few collected in his name, All judgments that have been, or e'er Their heavenly Father will incline an ear shall be ;

Gracious to service ballowed by its aim ;Links in the chain of thy tranquillity! Awake! the majesty of God revere ! Along the bosom of this favoured nation, Go—and with foreheads meekly bowed Breathe thou, this day, a vital undulation ! Present your prayers-go-and rejoice Let all who do this land inherit

aloudBe conscious of thy moving spirit ! Oh, 'tis a goodly ordinance, -the sight,

The Holy One will hear! Though sprung from bleeding war, is one And what 'mid silence deep, with faith of pure delight;

sincere, Bless thou the hour, or ere the hour arrive, Ye, in your low and undisturbed estate, When a whole people hall kneel down in Shall simply feel and purely meditate prayer,

Of warnings—from the unprecedented And, at one moment, in one rapture, strive


(closed; With lip and heart to tell their gratitude

Which, in our time, the impious have disFor thy protecting care, (Lord And of more arduous duties thence imTheir solemn joy--praising the Eternal

posed For tyranny subdued,

Upon the future advocates of right; And for the sway of equity renewed,

Of mysteries revealed, For liberty confirmed, and peace restored !

And judgments unrepealed,

Of earthly revolution, But hark-the summons !-down the

And final retribution, placid lake

To his omniscience will appear Floats the soft cadence of the church-tower An offering not unworthy to find piace, bells ;

(wake On this high Day of THANKS, before the Bright shines the sun, as if his beams might Throne of Grace !

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Memorials of a Tour on the Continent.


Dear fellow-travellers ! think not that the muse The life, the truth, the beauty: she confides
Presents to notice these memorial lays,

In that enjoyment which with you abides,
Hoping the general eye thereon will gaze, . Trusts to your love and vivid memory:
As on a mirror that gives back the hues

Thus far contented, that for you her verse
Of living nature; no-though free to choose Shall lack not power the" melting soul to
The greenest bowers, the most inviting ways, pierce,”
The Fairest landscapes and the brightest days,

W WORDSWORTH Her skill she tried with less ambitious views. For you she wrought ;-ye only can supply

Rydal Mount, January, 1822.


Against the injuries of time, the spite

of fortune, and the desolating storms 'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold Of future war. Advance not-spare tc hide, The likeness of whate'er on land is seen; O gentle power of darkness !--these mild But, if the Nereid sisters and their queen,

hues; Above whose heads the tide so long hath Obscure not yet these silent avenues rolled,

Of stateliest architecture, where the forms The dames resemble whom we here behold, of nun-like females, with soft motion glide! How terrible beneath the opening waves To sink, and meet them in their fretted

of it in lines which I cannot deny myself the caves, Withered, grotesque-immeasurably old,

pleasure of connecting with my own:And shrill and fierce in accent!--Fear it not; “ Time hath not wronged her, nor hath ruin For they earth's fairest daughters do excel; sought Pure undecaying beauty is their lot;

Rudely her splendid structures to destroy, Their voices into liquid music swell,

Save in those recent days, with evil fraught, Thrilling each pearly cleft and sparry Triuinphant, and from all restraint released,

When mutability, in drunken joy grot

(nymphs dwell! Let loose her fierce and many-headed beast. The undisturbed abodes where

"But for the scars in that unhappy rage

Inflicted, firm she stands and undecayed :

Like our first sires, a beautiful old age

Is hers in venerable years arrayed ;

And yet, to her, benignant stars may bring, Bruges I saw attired with golden light

What fate denies to man,- a second spring (Streamed from the west) as with a robe of power :

[hour, “When I may read of tilts in days of old, 'Tis passed away ;-and now the sunless And tourneys graced by chieftains of renown, That slowly introducing peaceful night

Fair dames, grave citizens, and warriors bold, Best suits with fallen grandeur, to my sight which for such pomp fit theatre should be,

If fancy would portray some stately town, Offers the beauty, the magnificence, Fair Bruges, I shall then remember thee." And sober graces, left her for defence

In this city are many vestiges of the splendour

of the Burgundian dukedom; and the long black * This is not the first poetical tribute which in mantle universally worn by the females is proour times has been paid to this beautiful city: bably a remnant of the old Spanish connexion, Mr. Southey, in the "Poet's Pilgrimage," speaks which, if I do not much deceive myseif, is trace


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Of wind-swept corn that wide around us

rolled The spirit of antiquity-enshrined [song. In dreary billows, wood, and meagre cot, In sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet

And monuments that soon must disappear In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,

Yet a dread local recompense we found ; And with devout solemnities entwinedStrikes to the seat of grace within the While glory seemed betrayed, while


(teel mind:

along : Sank in our hearts, we felt as men should Hence forms that glide with swan-like ease with such vast hoards of hidden carnage Hence motions, even amid the vulgar


Iground ! throng,

And horror breathing from the silent To an harmonious decency confined; As il the streets were consecrated ground, The city one vast temple--dedicate

SCENERY BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIEGE. To mutual respect in thought and deed ; To leisure, to forbearances sedate ; What lovelier home could gentle fancy To social cares from jarring passions freed ; choose?

(and plains, A nobler peace than that in deserts found! Is this the stream, whose cities, heights,

War's favourite playground, are with


Familiar, as the morn with pearly dews ?

The morn, that now, along the silver

Tswains A WINGED goddess, clothed in vesture Spreading her peaceful ensigns, calls the wrought

[bold To tend their silent boats and ringing Of rainbow colours; one whose port was wains,

(bestrews Whose overburthened hand could scarcely Or strip the bough whose mellow fruit hold

[brought. The ripening corn beneath it. As mine eyes The glittering crowns and garlands which it Turn from the fortified and threatening hill, Hovered in air above the far-famed spot.

How sweet the prospect of yon watery She vanished-leaving prospect blank and glade,

(shade, cold

With its gray rocks clustering in pensive

That, shaped like old monastic turrets, rise able in the grave deportment of its inhabitants. From the smooth meadow ground, serene Bruges is comparatively little disturbed by that

and still ! curious contest, or rather conflict, of Flemish with French propensities in matters of taste, so conspicuous through other parts of Flanders.

AIX-LA-CHAPELLE. The hotel to which we drove at Ghent furnished an odd instance. In the passages were paint. Was it to disenchant, and to undo, ings and statues, after the antique, of Hebe and That we approached the seat of CharleApollo; and in the garden a little pond, about

maine? a yard and a half in diameter, with a weeping

(strain willow bending over it, and under the shade of To sweep from many an old romantic that tree, in the centre of the pond, a wooden That faith which no devotion may renew ! painted statue of a Dutch or Flemish boor, look- Why does this puny church present to view ing ineffably tender upon his mistress, and em- Its feeble columns? and that scanty chair! bracing her. A living duck, tethered at the feet This sword that one of our weak times of the statues, alternately tormented a miserable cel and itself with endeavours to escape from its

might wear; bonds and prison. Had we chanced to espy the Objects of false pretence, or meanly true! hostess of the hotel in this quaint rural retreat, If from a traveller's fortune I might claim the exhibition would have been complete. She A palpable memorial of that day, was a true Flemish figure, in the dress of the Then would I seek the Pyrenean breach days of Holbein,-her symbol of office a weighty Which Roland clove with huge iwo-handed bunch of keys, pendent from her portly waist. In Brussels, the modern taste in costume, archi

sway, tecture, etc., has got the mastery ; in' Ghent And to the enormous labour left his name, there is a struggle ; but in Bruges old images Where unremitting frosts the rocky crescent are still paramount, and an air of monastic life bleach. among the quiet goings-on of a thinly-peopled city is inexpressibly soothing: a pensive grace seems to be cast over all, even the very children. * Let a wall of rocks be imagined from three -Extract from Journal.

to six hundred feet in height, and rising be

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