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And feelings dull, and Custom's rule
Disclosing wide a vaulted hail, Omnipotent, that love may cool,
With many columns bright and tall And waste, and change : but this-which slings Encircled. Throned in order round, Round the young soul its tendril rings,
Statues of dæmons and of kings Strengthening their growth and grasp with Between the marble columns frowned years,
With seeming life : each throne beside, Till habits, pleasures, hopes, smiles, tears,
Two humbler statues stood, and raised All modes of thinking, feeling, seeing,
Each one a silver lamp, that wide Of two congenial spirits, blend
With many-mingling radiance blazed.
High reared on one surpassing throne,
A dwarfish shape, of wrinkled brow,
No sooner did Anthemion's tread
The echoes of the hall awake, No star in evening's sky, no flower
Than up that image rose, and spake, Whose beauty odorous breezes stir,
As from a trumpet :- What would'st thou?" ** No sweet bird singing in the bower, Nay, not the rustling of a leaf,
Anthemion replies that he is worn with That does not nurse and feed my grief
toil and hunger, and implores hospitality By wakening thoughts of her. All lovely things a place possessed
till morning. The dwarf welcomes him, Of love in my Calirðe's breast:
and he enters the cochanted mansion. And from her purer, gentler spirit, Did mine the love and joy inherit,
" Spontaneously, an inner door Which that blest maid around her threw. Unclosed. Anthemion from the hall With all I saw, and felt, and knew,
Passed to a room of state, that wore The image of Callire grew,
Aspect of destined festival. Till all the beauty of the earth
Of fragrant cedar was the floor, Seemed as to her it owed its birth,
And round the light pilastered wall, And did but many forms express
Curtains of crimson and of gold Or ber reflected loveliness.
Hung down in many a gorgeous fold. The sunshine and the air seemed less
Bright lamps, through that apartment gay The sources of my life: and how
Adorned like Cytheria's bowers Was she torn from me ? Earth is now
With vases filled with odorous flowers, A waste, where many echoes tell
Diffused an artificial day. Only of her I loved- how well
A banquet's sumptuous order there, Words have no power to speak :-and thou In long array of viands rare, Gather the rose-leaves from the plain
Fruits, and ambrosial wine, was spread. Where faded and defiled they lie,
A golden boy, in semblance fair And close them in their bud again,
or actual life, came forth, and led And bid them to the morning sky
Anthemion to a couch, beside Spread lovely as at first they were :
That festal table, canopied Or from the oak the ivy tear,
With cloth by subtlest lyrian dyed, And wreathe it round another tree
And ministered the scast : the while, Io vital growth : then turn to me,
Invisible harps symphonious wreathed And bid my spirit cling on thee,
Wild webs of soul-dissolving sound, As on my lost Callirüe!'"
And voices, alternating round,
Songs, as of choral maidens, breathed." She takes him by the hand, and leading him to a lonely and deserted dwell
Overpowered by the luxury of the ing in the forest, suddenly' quits bim, scene, the youth resigns hinuself to the and enters the ruined hut. Anthemion pleasures of the banquet. The golden wanders through the woods, ignorant boy fills up a crystal goblet with sparkling
wine. of their mazes, and oppressed with fatigue and hmger; evening finds him " Anthemion took the cup, and quaffed, in the spot wbere Rhododaphne had left with reckless thirst, the enchanted draught.
That instant came a voice divine, him;
A maiden voice:-- Now art thou mine!'
The golden boy is gone. The song < but now to lin unknown
And the symphonious harps no more Was all the scene. Mid vardens, fair
Their Siren iniustroisy prolong. With trees and flowers of fragrance rare, Onc crimson curtain waves before A rich and ample pile was there,
His sight, and opens. From its screen, Glitlering with myriad lights, that shone The nymph of more than earthly mien, Far-streaming through the dusky air.
The magic maid of Thessaly, With hunger, toil, and weariness,
Came forth, her tresses loosely streaming, Outworn, he cannot choose but pass
Her eyes with dewy radiance heaming, Tow'rds that fair pile. With gentle stress
lfer form all grace and symmetry, lle strikes the gate of polished brass.
In silken vesture light and free Loud and long the portal rings,
As if the woof were air, she came, As back with swift recoil it swings,
And took his hand, and called his naine
Now art thou inine!-again she cried, - And oft they rouse with clamorous chase My love's indissoluble chain
The forest, urging wide and far Has found thee in that goblet's tide,
Through glades and dells the sylvan war. And thou shalt wear my flower again.'
Satyrs and Fauns would start around, She said, and in Anthemion's breast
And through their ferny dingles bound, She placed the laurel-rose: her arms
To see that nymph, all life and grace She twined around him and imprest
And radiance, like the huntress queen, Her lips on his, and fixed on him
With sandaled feet and vest of green, Fond looks of passionate love: her charms In her soft fingers grasp the spear, With tenfold radiance on his sense
Hang on the track of Aying deer, Shone through the studied negligence
Shout to the dogs as fast they sweep of her light vesture. His cyes swim
Tumultuous down the woodland steep, With dizziness. The lamps grow dim,
And hurl, along the tainted air,
The javelin from her streaming hair.”
Time flies on, in a succession of joys, Of Beaiyy's bridal door.”
when returning one evening from the Here Anthemion dwells for some time in chase, Anthemion and the Enchantress the bosom of love and pleasure, adored by are surprised by the solitary and deserted beauty, and surrounded with every thing aspect of her magnificent palace. that can soothe and fascinate the senses. The enchantress incessantly varies the Are all those youths and maidens fair,
-“ They looked around them. Where delights of her palace, and employs her Who followed them but now? On high sweetest arts to wean the mind of her She waves her lyre. Its murmurs die
Tremulous. They come not whom she calls. captive froin the remembrance of Cal. Why starts she? Wherefore does she throw lirőe, but in vain;
Around the youth her arms of snow,
With passion so intense, and weep? _" Calliroe ever
What mean those murmurs, sad and low, Pursued him like a bleeding shade,
That like sepulchral echoes creep Nor all the magic nymph's endeavour
Along the marble walls? Could from his constant memory sever
Her breath is short and quick; and, dima The image of that dearer maid."
With tears, her eyes are fixed on him:
Her lips are quivering and apart : or this part of the poem we can only Her face is pale. He cannot shun
He feels the fluttering of her beart : afford to give a single specimen. After Her fear's contagiou. Tenderly relating the more turbulent pleasures And said : Whar ails thee, lovely one ?""
He kissed her lips in sympathy, with which this scene of enchantment abounded, the poet proceeds,
In faltering accents she bids him say
what he beholds in the hall. He an* Among those garden bowers they stray, Dispersed, where fragrant branches blending swers, the statues, and the lamps that Exclude the sun's meridian ray,
burn: no more.”_She bids him look Or on some thymy bank repose, By which a tinkling rivulet flows,
again, and asks him whether he does not Where birds, on each o'ershadowing spray, observe a strange image on the throne Make music through the live-long day. The while in one sequestered cave,
lately occupied by the brazen dwari? Where roses round the entrance wave, And jasmine sweet and clustering vine
“ Even as she bade he looked again: With flowers and grapes the arch o'ertwine, From his high throne the dwarf was gone. Anthemion and the nymph recline,
Lo! there, as in the Thespian fane, While in the sunny space, before
Uranian Love! His bow was bent: The cave, a fountain's lucid store
The arrow to its head was drawn; Its crystal column shoots on high,
His frowning brow was fixed intent And bursts, like showery diamonds flashing, On Rhododaphne. Scarce did rest So falls, and with melodious dashing
Upon that form Anthemion's view, Shakes the small pool. A youth stands by, When, sounding shrill, the arrow flew, A tunelul rhapsodist, and sings,
And lodged in Rhododaphne's breast. Accordant to his changesul strings,
It was not Love's own shait, the giver High strains of ancient poesy.
or life and joy and tender flame; And oft her golden lyre she takes,
But, borrowed from Apollo's quiver, And such transcendant strains awakes,
The death-directed a row canie. Such floods of melody, as steep
Long, slow, distinct in each stern word, Anthemion's sense in bondage deep
A sweet deep-thrilling voice was heard: Of passionate admiration : still
- With impious spells hast thou profaned Combining with intenser skill
My altars; and all ruling Jove,
The vengeance of l'rapia. Love!"
The palace is shaken by subterranean kiss of her lover had brought, not death, thunder. Anthemion and Rhododaphne, but magic sleep. Peace and happiness who even in death clings round him with once more bless the home of Anthemion. unutterable and luxurious fondness, are The sad fate of the fair Thessalian involved in sudden clouds :
awakens the generous regret and com
miseration of himself and Calliröe; and « Then Rhododaphne closer prest
the whole is wound up in the following Anthemion to her bleeding breast, As, in his arms upheld, ber head
sweet and graceful verses: All languid on his neck reclined; And in the curls, that overspread
L" Callirõe wept His cheek, her temple-ringlets twined :
Sweet tears for Rhododaphne's doom; Her dim eyes drew, with fading sight,
For in her heart a voice was heard: From his their last reflected light,
-"'Twas for Anthemion's love she erred! And on his lips, as nature failed,
They built by Ladon's banks a toinb; Her lips their last sweet sighs exhaled.
And when the funeral pyre had burned, - Farewell!--she said another bride With seemly rites they there inurned The partner of thy days must be;
The ashes of the enchantress fair; But do not hate my memory:
And sad sweet verse they traced, to show And build a tomb, by Ladon's tide,
That youth, love, beauty, slept betow; To her, who, false in all beside,
And bade the votive marble bear
The name of Rhododaphne. There
And in its boughs her lyre they hung,
And often, when, at evening hours, T'pon a broken rose's blossom."
They decked the tomb with mourntul fiowers,
The lyre upon the twilight breeze The poem concludes with the union of Would pour mysterious symphonies.” Anthemion and Calliröc, upon whom the
ART. 3. Zumn, or the Tree of Ilealth ; to which are wded, the Fuir Pauline, Zencida,
SC. By MADAME DE Genlis.
of that untired and unspent genius, ordinary opportunities, yet no talents are which has been contributing for nearly less artificial than bers; ber advantages half a century to the instruction and de- only serve to illustrate the natural ferlight of the reading world, have been re- tility of her fancy, the amplitude of ber published here about four months. They understanding, and the warmth of her have met no public praise or censure; heart. Powers and feelings so devoted, yet they are not without claims to con so cherished, so protracted, during the sideration, on account of their intrinsic vicissitudes of a period remarkable in merit, as well as the relative interest history, and of a life so intimately involvcreated by the fact, that they are from ed in those vicissitudes, must inspire te the pen of Madame De Genlis-from that most lively admiration in all lovers of fresh and inexhaustible source of pure human excellence. How differently, in feeling and elevated thought, which has such circumstances, might such talents so lately feasted the public with the beau- have been employed. Living under the tiful fiction of the Battuccas, and which old and the new regime in France, in the has so long and bappily made the truths former of which, particularly, the sucof history, the system of nature, and the cesses and the practices of aspiring gediversities of many gradles and states of nius, awakened the love of personal insociety, the subjects of entertainment fluence and the spirit of intrigue, we find and improvement.
Madame De Genlis taking only the place The finest faculty of observation and which her rank and abilities made perdiscrimination has been assisted in this fectly suitable and useful, seeking no
other influence than that of doing good; would have wished to exchange the sweet and artful only to insinuate knowledge repose, the elegant occupations, and the and to recommend virtue. What con- comprehensive views still in their posstitutes the beauty of ber character is, session, for the ability of the ordinary that the artificial manners of her country race of the other sex. and ber station, have not corrupted the It is a characteristic virtue of the simplicity of her sentiments ; that the French, that they cherish curiosity and fallacious theories, which have assailed vivacity to the final period of life ; that no the cultivated reason of France, have not individual is excluded or separates him. perverted her moral judgment; that the self from the society of the gay, the crimes she has witnessed have not nar- agreeable, or the enlightened, because rowed her benevolence, and the losses he is old. Too many in our country she has sustained bave neither weakened seem to think and to act as if there was por saddened her understanding; and that a law of the mind, that limits its powers the resources of invention and knowledge, and its pleasures, like that of the state, of industry and taste, give peace and which makes men eligible for certain pleasure to her last days, and energy to offices only to a certain age, and that the her last efforts.
time subsequent to this, is to be spent in Nothing can be more enco
couraging than weakness and weariness, in indolence and this eminent instance of prolonged talent, indifference. usefulness, and felicity. It appears from Gloomy religionists break the chain literary history, that to grow old is not to that connects the present and the future be superannuated. Common thinkers life; they admonish us that we may live call old age decay, infirmity, affliction, here too long for our affections and our but this, for the most part, is the state of senses, that we must become at last, dethose alone who have not laboured for the tached and contemplative, and would perfection of their nature. Professor make us sad, severe, and frigid, that we Stewart, in his admirable popular work, may be devout. They make us feel with adducing the proof of constant intellec- the northern poet, that age is “ dark and tual progress, suggests the bright exam- unlovely”-that our strength is wasted ples of Turgot and Franklin; men, to —that our fine perceptions are blunted whom business and books, science and that the props on which we rested are taste, friendship and society, had furnish- broken-that the hopes, which have aled all that invigorates and refines the in- lured and enlivened us through our tellect, that renovates and expands the better years, are retreating and vanishsympathies of the heart, and whose old ing shadows. age exhibited no diminution of talent or It is true that our physical power dibappiness; who, when they ceased to be minishes when its labours are accomstatesmen, did not the less love mankind, plished—that our age may be our rest, the less exult in human virtue and happi- and that thought may succeed updisDess, nor the less enjoy their own distin- turbed to action. Our senses are imguished participation of it. These are paired, but the impressions which they not solitary individuals, nor are such cha- bave communicated are ever vivid, the racters principally found among men. treasures they have collected are not the To call a dull, prejudiced, fretful
prey of moth and rust, nor does time "old woman,” is very common, and steal them away. The objects of our thought to be very expressive of imbe- first attachment may die sooner than we; cility; but it may be reasonably doubted if but if they were innocent, wise, virtuous Madame De Maintenon, Elizabeth Car- human beings, if they were not the things ter, Hannah More, and a multitude of of vulgar pursuit, the idols of avarice others, who have passed threescore and and false pleasure, they are gone to our ten, with no “ natural force abated," ultimate home, and have left us recollecVOL. IV,No. 1.
tions that become dearer, and hopes that country, were counteracted, indeed, by grow brighter and brighter with every that law of reparation whicb Providence short winter day of old age.
opposes to what are called natural evils ; Our virtues, our attainments, our hu- but the experience of the Indians had man affections, and our devotion, are alone discovered and appropriated the eternal, like the giver of every good gift, antidotes which nature had furnished, and and they must be multiplied, exalted, and they resolved to conceal this knowledge cultivated, to obey bis will, to advance from their oppressors. towards perfection, and to accomplish The Peruvians, long after their subju. our own happiness. They may be sus- gation, retained a secret and internal pended by the dissolution of mortal life, government among themselves, which but they belong to a series of cause and held its councils during the night, and in effect, to the very existence of a nature retreats inaccessible to the Europeans. which we feel, if we cannot demoustrale, Two chiefs, Ximeo and Azan, possessed to be immortal; and there is no portion the greatest ascendancy among them. of this existence in which we may not Ximeo was a man of generous and lofty make new acquisitions, may not diffuse nature, which injuries had rendered viuintelligence and pleasure, may not be dictive; his co-adjutor was destitute of rational, cheerful, and pious.
bis virtues, and animated by desperate The scene of the first story in the little and determined revenge. volume before us, is laid in Spanish Ame
16 A few days after the arrival of the new rica, and is interesting from its details viceroy, Ximeo convoked for the following and its exhibition of character. At the night, a nocturnal meeting on the hill of period when avarice and cruelty had ex
the Tree of Health, thus they designated
the tree from which is obtained the Quiu. torted almost all the treasure, and exter- quina, or Peruvian Bark. minated a great portion of the population
“My friends,' said he, when they had of Peru; when hatred and dread had suc. all collected,' a new tyrant is about to reign
over us, let us repeat our oaths of just receeded, in the breasts of the survivors, venge. Alas! we dare utter tbem only to the admiration and confidence with when we are surrounded by darkness ! Unwhich they had at first regarded their to conceal ourselves amidst the shades of
happy children of the Sun, we are reduced conquerors, a new viceroy, governed by night. Let us renew, around the Tree of different motives from his predecessors, Health, the awful contract which binds us and willing to rule according to the just then, in a firm and elevated voice, pro
for ever to conceal our secrets.' Ximeo, and true policy of his station, was sent nounced the following words: We swear to the province. He was accompanied never to discover to the children of Europe
the divine virtues of this sacred tree, the by a young and beautiful wife, who at- only treasure that remains to us! Wo to the tended bin “ that she might watch over faithless and perjured Indian, who, being his safety with all the precautions of fear, seduced by false virtue, or fear, or weak. and all the vigilance of love.” Theyness, shall reveal this secret to the destroy
ers of his gods, his sovereigns, and bis carried with them to the province some country! Wo to the coward who shall make Spanisl ladies, who formed a little court a gift of this treasure of health to the barat Lirna, and among these was an intimate ancestors burned our temples and cities, in.
barians who have enslaved us, and whose friend of the vice-queen, named Beatrice, vaded our plains, and bathed their hands in who regarded her mistress with uncom
the blood of our fathers, after having in
flicted upon them unheard of torments! mon strength of attachinent.
Let them keep the gold which they have The Spaniards had various causes of wrested from us, and of which they are interror in the American colonies. The satiable; that gold which has cost them so reprisals they had provoked, the effect of many crimes: but we will, at least
to ourselves this gift of heaven! Should a the climate, and the noxious animals and traitor ever arise amongst us, we swear, vegetables that abounded, were alike should he be engaged in the bonds of marfatal to the security of their lives. The if they
have not been bis accusers ; and if
riage, to pursue him in his wife and children, diseases and the poisons peculiar to the his children are in the cradle, to sacrifice