alarming, in the first surprise excited by this discovery; and I must confess that I felt a slight inclination to quicken my steps to the door. Shame, however, withheld me;-and as I made a point of proving to myself that I was superior to such childish impressions, I resumed my seat, and examined my sketch, with an affectation of nonchalance. On again looking up to the Bust, it appeared to me that an air of living animation had spread over its Nubian features, which had obviously arranged themselves into a smile. Belzoni says, that it seemed to smile on him, when he first discovered it amid the ruins; and I was endeavouring to persuade myself that I had been deceived by the recollection of this assertion, when I saw its broad granite eyelids slowly descend over its eyes, and again deliberately lift themselves up, as if the Giant were striving to awaken himself from his long sleep!-I rubbed my own eyes, and, again fixing them, with a sort of desperate incredulity, upon the figure before me, I clearly beheld its lips moving in silence, as if making faint efforts to speak, -and, after several ineffectual endeavours, a low whispering voice, of melancholy tone, but sweet withal, distinctly uttered the following STANZAS. In Egypt's centre, when the world was young, When the sun's infant eye more brightly blazed, Hewn from the rooted rock, some mightier mound, So vast, so firm, that, as I gazed around, I thought them, like myself, eternal things. Then did I mark in sacerdotal state, Psammis the king, whose alabaster tomb, (Such the inscrutable decrees of fate,) Now floats athwart the sea to share my doom. O Thebes, (I cried,) thou wonder of the world! Where from the East a cloud of dust proceeds, Onward they march, and foremost I descried Dogs, cats, and monkeys, in their van they show, And fall-a pious, unresisting prey. Then, Havoc leaguing with infuriate Zeal, VOL. III. The firm Memnonium mock'd their feeble power, Flames round its granite columns hiss'd in vain,The head of Isis frowning o'er each tower, Look'd down with indestructible disdain. Mine was a deeper and more quick disgrace:- Nile from his banks receded with affright, The startled Sphinx long trembled at the sound; I watch'd, as in the dust supine I lay, The fall of Thebes,-as I had mark'd its fame,Till crumbling down, as ages roll'd away, Its site a lonely wilderness became. The throngs that choak'd its hundred gates of yore, Deep was the silence now, unless some vast Or haply, in the palaces of kings, Some stray jackal sate howling on the throne; Or, on the temple's holiest altar, springs Some gaunt hyæna, laughing all alone. Nature o'erwhelms the relics left by time; Vain is each monarch's unremitting pains, And close in everlasting night mine eyes. In London now with face erect I gaze On England's pallid sons, whose eyes up-cast But who my future destiny shall guess? Saint Paul's may lie-like Memnon's temple-low; London, like -Thebes, may be a wilderness; And Thames, like Nile, through silent ruins flow. Then haply may my travels be renew'd: Some Transatlantic hand may break my rest, And bear me from Augusta's solitude, To some new seat of empire in the West. Mortal!-since human grandeur ends in dust, In those blest realms-where nought shall pass away! LAST YEAR. "See the minutes, how they run: How many years a mortal man may live."-SHAKSPEARE. upon our vision! My dear Sir, exclaims the EIGHTEEN hundred and twenty-four years have elapsed since the Infant of Bethlehem changed the history of the Universe. If we cast our eyes backward along the stream of time, from the present moment to that eventful æra, what a strange succession of human revolutions crowd The Roman Empirereader, Gibbon's Decline and Fall occupies of itself twelve goodly volumes, and if you purpose leading us through all the intermediate time, even in the briefest summary, we may come to the end of our days before you will have completed your centuries. Your exordium is too solemn and grandiloquent : what is antiquity to us, or we to it? Time in the wholesale is rather too bulky a commodity for either a writer or reader of periodicals; but if you have any little retail article referring to that portion of it with which we have both been conversant, and which therefore comes home to our business and bosomsany epitaph, for instance, upon the year which has just expired, we will promise you, provided it be not too much in the lapidary style, (as Dr. Johnson terms it,) to honour it with a resolute attempt at perusal. |