'But thou, though to the world's new hour
Thou come with aspect marr'd,

Shorn of the joy, the bloom, the power,
Which best befits its bard-

'Though more than half thy years be past,
And spent thy youthful prime;

Though, round thy firmer manhood cast,

Hang weeds of our sad time

'Whereof thy youth felt all the spell,

And traversed all the shade

Though late, though dimm'd, though weak, yet tell Hope to a world new-made!

'Help it to fill that deep desire,

The want which crazed our brain,

Consumed our soul with thirst like fire,

Immedicable pain;

'Which to the wilderness drove out

Our life, to Alpine snow,

And palsied all our word with doubt,
And all our work with woe-

'What still of strength is left, employ,

This end to help attain:

One common wave of thought and joy
Lifting mankind again!'

The vision ended. I awoke

As out of sleep, and no

Voice moved;-only the torrent broke

The silence, far below.

Soft darkness on the turf did lie;

Solemn, o'er hut and wood,

In the yet star-sown nightly sky,

The peak of Jaman stood.

Still in my soul the voice I heard
Of Obermann !—away

I turned; by some vague impulse stirr'd,
Along the rocks of Naye

Past Sonchaud's piny flanks I gaze
And the blanch'd summit bare

Of Malatrait, to where in haze

The Valais opens fair,

And the domed Velan, with his snows,

Behind the upcrowding hills,

Doth all the heavenly opening close
Which the Rhone's murmur fills-

And glorious there, without a sound,
Across the glimmering lake,
High in the Valais-depth profound,
I saw the morning break.

NOTES.

NOTE I, PAGE 2.

Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen.

The name Europe (Evρóπŋ, the wide prospect) probably describes the appearance of the European coast to the Greeks on the coast of Asia Minor opposite. The name Asia, again, comes, it has been thought, from the muddy fens of the rivers of Asia Minor, such as the Cayster or Mæander, which struck the imagination of the Greeks living near them.

NOTE 2, PAGE 8.
Mycerinus.

'After Chephren, Mycerinus, son of Cheops, reigned over Egypt. He abhorred his father's courses, and judged his subjects more justly than any of their kings had done.— To him there came an oracle from the city of Buto, to the effect that he was to live but six years longer, and to die in the seventh year from that time.'-HErodotus.

NOTE 3, PAGE 37.
Stagirius.

Stagirius was a young monk to whom St. Chrysostom addressed three books, and of whom those books give an account. They will be found in the first volume of the Benedictine edition of St. Chrysostom's works.

NOTE 4, PAGE 51.

That wayside inn we left to-day.

Those who have been long familiar with the English Lake-Country will find no difficulty in recalling, from the

description in the text, the roadside inn at Wythburn on the descent from Dunmail Raise towards Keswick; its sedentary landlord of thirty years ago, and the passage over the Wythburn Fells to Watendlath.

NOTE 5, PAGE 59.

Sohrab and Rustum.

The story of Sohrab and Rustum is told in Sir John Malcolm's History of Persia, as follows:

'The young Sohrab was the fruit of one of Rustum's early amours. He had left his mother, and sought fame under the banners of Afrasiab, whose armies he commanded, and soon obtained a renown beyond that of all contemporary heroes but his father. He had carried death and dismay into the ranks of the Persians, and had terrified the boldest warriors of that country, before Rustum encountered him, which at last that hero resolved to do, under a feigned name. They met three times. The first time they parted by mutual consent, though Sohrab had the advantage; the second, the youth obtained a victory, but granted life to his unknown father; the third was fatal to Sohrab, who, when writhing in the pangs of death, warned his conqueror to shun the vengeance that is inspired by parental woes, and bade him dread the rage of the mighty Rustum, who must soon learn that he had slain his son Sohrab. These words, we are told, were as death to the aged hero; and when he recovered from a trance, he called in despair for proofs of what Sohrab had said. The afflicted and dying youth tore open his mail, and showed his father a seal which his mother had placed on his arm when she discovered to him the secret of his birth, and bade him seek his father. The sight of his own signet rendered Rustum quite frantic; he cursed himself, attempting to put an end to his existence, and was only prevented by the efforts of his expiring son. After Sohrab's death, he burnt his tents and all his goods, and carried the corpse to Seistan, where it was interred; the army of Turan was, agreeably to the last request of Sohrab, permitted to cross