LXXXI. Glanced many a light caique along the foam, Or gently prest, returned the pressure still : LXXXII. But, 'midst the throng in merry masquerade, Even through the closest searment half-be- How do they loathe the laughter idly loud, And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud! LXXXIII. This must he feel, the true-born son of Greece, Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost, LXXXIV. When riseth Lacedæmon's hardihood, LXXXV. And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Save where some solitary column mourns Alas! LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air; LXXXVIII. Where'er we tread,' tis haunted, holy ground; Of Mount Pentelicus, from whence the marble was dug that constructed the public edifices of Athens. The modern name is Mount Mendeli. An immense cave formed by the quarries still remains, and will till the end of time. In all Attica, if we except Athens itself and Marathon, there is no scenes more interesting than Cape Colonna. To the antiquary and artist, sixteen columns are an inexhaustible source of observation and design; to the philosopher, the sup posed scene of some of Plato's conversations will not be unwelcome; and the traveller will be struck with the beauty of the prospect over 'isles that crown the Egean deep; but, for an Englishman, Colonna has yet an additional interest, as the actual spot of Falconer's shipwreck. Pallas and Plato are for. gotten, in the recollection of Falconer and Campbell: Here in the dead of night by Lonna's steep,, The seaman's cry was heard along the deep.' This temple of Minerva may be seen at sea from a great dis tance. In two journeys which I made, and one voyage to Cape Colonna, the view from either side by land was more striking than the approach from the isles. In our second land excur sion we had a narrow escape from a party of Mainotes concealed in the caverns beneath. We were told afterwards by one of their prisoners, subsequently ransomed, that they were deterred from attacking us by the appearance of my two Al banians: conjecturing very sagaciously, but falsely, that we had a complete guard of these Arnaouts at hand, they remained Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou! stationary, and thus saved our party, which was too small to Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow,* On many of the mountains, particularly Liakura, the snow never is entirely melted, notwithstanding the intense heat of the summer; but I never saw it lie on the plains, even in winter. have opposed any effectual resistance. Colonna is no less a resort of painters than of pirates: there The hireling artist plants his paltry desk, And makes degraded nature picturesque.'(See HODGSON'S Lady Jane Grey, &c.) But there Nature, with the aid of Art, has done that for her. self. I was fortunate enough to engage a very superior Ger. man artist, and hope to renew my acquaintance with this and many other Levantine scenes by the arrival of his perform ances. 'Siste Viator-heroa calcas!' was the epitaph on the famous Count Merci;-what, then, must be our feelings when standing on the tumulus of the two hundred Greeks) who fell on Marathon? The principal barrow has recently been opened by Fauvel: few or no relics, as vases, &c., were found by the excavator. The plain of Marathon was offered to me for sale at the sum of sixteen thousand piastres, about nine hundred pounds! Alas!-Expende-quot bras in duce summo-in: Or venies!'-was the dust of Miltiades worth no more? It could scarcely have fetched less if sold by weight, XCVII. Then must I plunge again into the crowd, To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique? sneer XCVIII. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd: Roll on, vain days! full reckless may ye flow, Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy'd, And be alone on earth, as I am now. [page, And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years Before the Chastener humbly let me bow, 20 Greece Palikan alloy'd. 'Afin que cette application vous forçât de penser à autre chose; il n'y a en vérité de remède que celui-là et le temps. Lettre du Roi de Prusse à D'Alembert, Sept. 7, 1776. I. Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! And then we parted, -not as now we part, Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. II. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, Once more upon the waters! yet once more! Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. haunted cell. VI. 'Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing: but not so art thou, Soul of my thought with whom I traverse Invisible but gazing, as I glow [earth, Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth, VII. Yet must I think less wildly :-I have thought Yet am I changed; though still enough the In strength to bear what time can not abate, And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate. VIII. Something too much of this :-but now 'tis past, And the spell closes with its silent seal. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No steep fill morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. As if the clouds its echo would repeat; roar ! And when they smiled because he deem'd it His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could [fell. quell : He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, XXIV. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of dis tress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs [guess Which ne'er might be repeated: who could If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which lls Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils |