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And there, when moon-beams frost the green,
With mountain-pipe and mandolin,

The youths and maids on light feet hie,
To hold their rustic revelry:

And as the cates and cup pass round,
With mazy dance and merry song
They charm the early night along,
And waken all the sweets of sound.

Ah! how with joy my heart would swell,
Could I regain my native dell!

TRANSLATIONS OF AN EPITAPH.

FROM THE FRENCH OF M. SELIS.

HERE lies a man who never married.
He to the world, alas! was known
By folly and by vice alone.

Ah! on the tomb to which his Sire was carried,
Well had it been could all have read

This short memorial of the dead,

Here lies a man who never married!

WITHIN this grave a Batchelor lies,

By follies and by vices only known!
Ah! when in death his Father clos'd his eyes,

Why could there not be written on his stone, Within this grave a Batchelor lies!

R. A. DAVENPORT.

TRANSLATION

FROM THE 13th BOOK OF THE GERUSALEMME
LIBERATA OF TASSO.

Enchantment of the Forest, by Ismeno, the Magician.

NIGH where the Christian camp the hills inclose,
'Mid lonely vales a lofty forest rose ;

Trees, old and horrid, thick beset the ground,
And shed a deep, portentous shade around.

Here, when the sun shoots down his brightest beams,
A mournful, faint, discoloured twilight gleams;
Such the dim aspect of the cloudy sky,

When day and night at morn, or evening, vie.

But when the sun is sunk, with darkness dread, Night, clouds and mists the vast extent o'erspread; Infernal seem the shades-they smite, all drear, The eye with blindness, and the heart with fear. Here never shepherd guides his flock to feed; Nor herdsmen here their hungry oxen lead; No pilgrim enters-but with awe-struck eye, And pointing finger, wheels and passes by.

Here WITCHES meet-on sailing clouds convey'd ; Each with her lover nightly seeks the shade; Like a fierce dragon this terrific steers,

And that, in shape, an uncouth goat appears;

Assembly dire!--which baleful joys procure,
And while fallacious forms of bliss allure,
With pomp unclean and filthy rites ordain
Their impious nuptials and their feasts profane.
Thus all believe-what Syrian hand shall dare,
From the dread wood, one fatal branch to tear?
The Franks alone the dark recesses sought,

And hence the timber for their engines brought.
Here now th' ENCHANTER came-1
-that hour he
chose,

Meet for the deed!--of midnight's deep repose.
He girds his robe, and in the magic line

His circle forms, and prints each mystic sign;
One foot unshod, within th' enchanted round
He stands and mutters words of potent sound.
Thrice, with his visage turn'd the East he greets,
Thrice the far regions, where the sun retreats;
Thrice shakes the wand, which from the marble's side,
Drags forth the buried corse, and bids it glide.
Thrice with his naked foot he strikes the ground,
And thus in hideous yell his words resound.

"HEAR!-HEAR!-O YE! whom from the starry
world

"The vengeful lightning of the Thunderer hurl'd! "And YE!-wild wanderers, spirits of the air! "Who rouse the whirlwinds, and the storms prepare: "And YE, who torture guilty souls below,

"Fell ministers of everlasting woe!

"Ye CITIZENS of HELL! your aid I claim,

"And thine great Sovereign of the realms of flame! "Take charge of this vast forest-instant seize, "And guard with potent charm the number'd trees"As lurks the soul within the body's cell, "In each broad trunk let separate spirits dwell;

"That the scar'd Franks may dread the wondrous

spell;

"Stay their rash strokes, nor try one plant to fell." -Then sounds he adds, for incantation meet, Sounds, which no human tongue may dare repeat. Astonish'd at the voice, each lamp of night (Dread pow'r of magic!) gleam'd with pallid light: The moon, disturb'd, her shining horns withdrew, And, veil'd in clouds, no more appear'd in view. He now repeats the call, with tone severe, "SPIRITS INVOK'D! nor do ye yet appear? "Perchance ye wait, and thus forego th' alarm, "For words more potent, or more secret charm; "Tho' long disus'd, full well I know t' impart, "Each powerful order of the magic art.

66 My tongue, defil'd with blood, that NAME

sound,

can

"The great, the dreaded N A ME, whose note profound, "Each trembling fiend with awful reverence fears, "And Pluto's self is summon'd, when he hears. "Why dare ye thus delay ?-Obey with speed-" More had he spoke, but found the spell succeed.

Unnumber'd spirits to the wood repair;

Here speed the light-wing'd tribes that dwell in air;
And those who deep in Earth's dark womb abide,
In realms of mist and darkness doom'd to hide :
Lingering they come, for still in mind they bore,
How Michael bade them join in fight no more.
But each, so work'd the charm, his charge receives,
Dwells in the trunks, or lurks within the leaves.

MISS S. WATTS.

SONNET.

ON THE DIVINE PROVIDENCE,

FROM THE ITALIAN OF FILICAJA.

As some fond mother views her infant race,
With tender love o'erflowing while she sees;
She kisses one, one clasps in her embrace,

Her feet supporting one, and one her knees; Then, as the winning gesture, speaking face,

Or plaintive cry explain their different pleas, A look, a word she deals with various grace, And smiles, or frowns, as Love alone decrees. O'er man, frail kind, so Providence Divine Still watches; hears, sustains, and succours all, With equal eye beholding each that lives. If Heaven denies, oh! let not man repine! Heaven but denies to quicken duty's call, Or feigning to deny, more largely gives!

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