As we rest in the cool orange-bower side by side, A yearning survives which few hearts shall withstand. Each step hath its value while homeward we move; O joy when the girdle of England appears! XXXI ECHO, UPON THE GEMMI. WHAT beast of chase hath broken from Stern GEMMI listens to as full a cry, Of sounds as rang the heights of Latmos over, When, from the soft couch of her sleeping Lover Up-starting, Cynthia skimmed the moun In keen pursuit--and gave, where'er she flew, Of aëry voices locked in unison,- sublime ! So, from the body of one guilty deed, XXXII. The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state Thick bows of palm, and willows from the brook, Marched round the altar-to commemorate Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook, Down to the earth the walls of Jericho, And thus, in order, 'mid the sacred grove Why speak of Roman Pomps; the haughty Of Chiefs triumphant after ruthless wars; With images, and crowns, and empty cars; PROCESSIONS. ELEGIAC STANZAS. The lamented Youth whose untimely death gave occasion to these elegiac verses was Frederick William Goddard, from Boston in North America. He was in his twentieth year, and had resided for some time with a clergyman in the neighborhood of Geneva for the completion of his education. Accompanied by a fellow-pupil, a native of Scotland, he had just set out on a Swiss tour when it was his misfortune to fall in with a friend of mine who was hasten ing to join our party. The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Berne and at Soleure, took leave of each other at night, the young men having intended to proceed directly to Zurich. But early in the morning my friend found his new acquaintances, who were informed of the object of his journey, and the friends, he was in pursuit of, equipped to accompany him. We met at Lucerne the succeeding evening, and Mr. G and his fellowstudent became in conséquence our travelling companions for a couple of days. We ascended the Right together, and, after contemplating the sunrise from that noble mountain, we separated at an hour and on a spot well suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more. Our party descended through the valley of our Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, to Art. We had hoped to meet in a few weeks at bowers; green As if, to rough assaults unknown, And we were gay, our hearts at ease; If foresight could have rent the veil the Oh GODDARD! what art thou?-a name— We met, while festive mirth ran wild, Mount Righi-Regina Montium. We parted upon solemn ground Fetch, sympathizing Powers of air, Beloved by every gentle Muse Though lodged within no vigorous frame Not vain is sadly uttered praise; Lamented Youth! to thy cold clay A golden spear to swallow! and that brown And massy grove, so near yon blazing town, Stirs and recedes-destruction to escape! That for oblivion take their daily birth XXXV. ON BEING STRANDED NEAR THE HARBOR WHY cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, won, His project crowned, his pleasant travel o'er? Well-let him pace this noted beach once more, That the Roman his triumphal shells; gave That saw the Corsican his cap and bells Haughtily shake, a dreaming Conqueror !-Enough my Country's cliffs I can behold, And proudly think, beside the chafing sea, Of checked ambition, tyranny controlled, And folly cursed with endless memory: These local recollections ne'er can cloy; Such ground from my very heart enjoy! XXXVI. AFTER LANDING - THE VALLEY OF WHERE be the noisy followers of the game' Which faction breeds; the turmoil where? prey-Through Europe, echoing from the newsthat passed man's blast, 1 And filled our hearts with grief for Eng. land's shame Peace greets us ;-rambling on without an aim We mark majestic herds of cattle, free sound OF Stirs not; enrapt I gaze with strange delight, Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape While consciousnesses, not to be disowned, Here only serve a feeling to invite That lifts the spirit to a calmer height, And makes this rural stillness more profound. and grange, For my enjoyment meet in vision strange; Snows, torrents;-to the region's utmost bound, But list! the avalanche-the hush profound Is not the chamois suited to his place? Your noble birthright, ye that occupy In simple democratic majesty. And purity of nature spread before your sight! At the head of the Vallas. COMPANION! by whose buoyant Spirit | These records take: and happy should I be cheered, In whose experience trusting, day by day Treasures I gained with zeal that neither feared The toils nor felt the crosses of the way, Were but the Gift a meet Return to thee For kindnesses that never ceased to flow, And prompt self-sacrifice to which I owe Far more than any heart but mine can know. W. WORDSWORTH. THE Tour of which the following Poems are very inadequate remembrances was shortened by report, too well founded, of the prevalence of Cholera at Naples. To make some amends for what was reluctantly left unseen in the South of Italy, we visited the Tuscan Sanctuaries among the Apennines, and the principal Italian Lakes among the Alps. Neither of those lakes, nor of |