sketch of Brutus' "Evil Genius"-the very brevity makes it more effective: We have not time, as in Hamlet, to grow familiar with the object

"That makes our blood cold and our hair to stare."

Filial affection is more sentimental in the Cordelia, and more moral in the Edgar, of Lear. All, in short, of human weakness or human loveliness may be found in the other works of passion's painter: but the charm, the indescribable charm, which the poet does not present to but excites in the mind, is here, and only here.

A DAY ON THE LEE

It is a lovely picture to behold

Thy waters, Lee, when thy broad channel fills
With ocean's tribute. Sure the hoary God,
In all his varied visits, never view'd

More charming landscapes, than thy verdant banks
Present to the beholders. We, who gaze
Familiar on thy beauties, scarce discern

Their unmatched loveliness-thy towering hills,
Profusely crown'd with the most verdant boughs
That e'er old earth into a chaplet wove
To emblem her fertility-thy glades,
Where the rich Summer sunshine lingeringly
Reposes, as if loth to leave such spots
Of emerald beauty-thy gay promontory,
Tiara'd with sweet villas, intermixed

With pleasant groves, and open slopes, that bend
Their green sides down to meet thy waters, and
Appear as they would wish to lave within
The lucid waves-its graceful, tapering spire,
Rising o'er all, and losing its fine point
In ether, like infinity, defying
Perception of its end-all these are lost
To custom's blunted vision; 'till a change,
Made by some floating and unusual thing,
Awakes attention :-some full bellying sail,
Moving majestic on the peaceful tide,
Creates a new emotion by its own
Immediate presence, or the unwonted gap
Its intervention causes in the scene :-
Revives the sense of beauty in our souls,
And calls our early impress back again.
By him, who for the first time would behold
Thy beauties, Lee, let steam-boats be abhorred

"Down, rebels! with your arms, or die!"
Was fiery Malby's fierce reply;

"Down with your arms; yield to the Queen :

"Her clemency will then be seen."

«Her clemency!" stern Dhonal cried—
"Her clemency! Oh! you who died
"In ruin'd Dunboy! and you-whose blood
"Crimson'd the white foam of the flood
"That flows beneath it-speak for me,
"And tell the Saxon's Clemency!
"Fire! fire upon the murderous crew;
"Hurra; O'Sullivan! aboo !*

The true-aim'd volley told too well,
And Malby, mid the foremost, fell;
Pity a heart so brave and high

In tyrant's cause should fight or die :—

But-see, the Saxon recreants fly!
"O'Connor! Tyrrel! Victory!"

In the hall of O'Rourke there is revel and feast,
And the minstrels are loud in their praise of the guest;
But strange are the echoes that fall on his ear,
Though his own welcome song to the wanderer is dear.

Dia bheatha, dia bheatha, dia bheatha, ad shlainte,
Dia bheatha ad shlainte a Ghradh geal mo stor;
Dia bheatha, dia bheatha, dia bheatha ad shlainte,
Dia bheatha ad shlainte Ui Shuilliobhain Mhoir.
Suilliobhain, Suilliobhain, Suilliobhain Bheara,
Suilliobhain, Suilliobhain, Sulliobhain Bheara ;
Dia bheatha ad shlainte a Leinbh do Mhathar,
Dia bheatha ad shlainte Ui Shuilliobhain Mhoir.

The war cry of O'Sullivan Beare.

ON THE CHARACTER OF HAMLET.

Hamlet has no character--therefore it is that the part cannot be played. It wants individuality. He has attributes, but they belong not to him but to his kind; they take no hue, no aspect from his peculiar conformation or temperament. An actor's attempt to pourtray him must of necessity be a failure. It is a mingled dream of poetry, passion, and repose, blent into such indivisible combination, that any attempt to exhibit one quality, covers up and conceals the others.

Shakspeare himself had no conception of, did not contemplate a corporeal Hamlet, with earthly form and pressure. It is but "a beautiful thought and gently bodied forth;" an exquisite and matchless incongruity. The poet, in framing it, resigned himself to the play of his imagination, not swaying but swayed by its power: or rather the vision created itself in his brain, without any effort of volition on his part to aid or shape the formation.

In the performance, the character of Hamlet varies through almost every scene. It is only in the mind of the reader that the poet, by some peculiar spell, contrives to preserve the individuality, and suggests to you some spiritualized and contemplative

With all their noisy sounds, and noisome smells.
All dilletanti friends let him eschew,

Who point out this or that peculiar view,

Who, with pet-spots, would rob his free-born mind Of its own essence, its own right to find

What it delights in :-Let him hire a boat,

And, unaccompanied, in silence float

Down the sweet stream; and let the beauteous whole

Create its own impressions on his soul:

Think for himself, with his own optics see,
This is to pass "a day upon the Lee."