To-morrow both his soul's compassion drew To JULIA's call, and CONSTANCE urged anew That not to heed her now would be to bind

A load of pain for life upon his mind.

He went with UDOLPH-from his CONSTANCE wentStifling, alas! a dark presentiment

Some ailment lurk'd, ev'n whilst she smiled, to mock
His fears of harm from yester-morning's shock.
Meanwhile a faithful page he singled out,

To watch at home, and follow straight his route,
If aught of threaten'd change her health should show
-With UDOLPH then he reach'd the house of woe.
That winter's eve how darkly Nature's brow
Scowl'd on the scenes it lights so lovely now!
The tempest, raging o'er the realms of ice,
Shook fragments from the rifted precipice;
And, whilst their falling echoed to the wind,

The wolf's long howl in dismal discord join'd,

While white yon water's foam was raised in clouds
That whirl'd like spirits wailing in their shrouds:
Without was Nature's elemental din-..
And beauty died, and friendship.wept, within!

Sweet JULIA, though her fate was finish'd half,
Still knew him-smiled on him with feeble laugh-
And blessed him, till she drew her latest sigh!
But lo! while UDOLPH's bursts of agony,
And age's tremulous wailings, round him rose,
What accents pierced him deeper yet than those.!
'Twas tidings, by his English messenger,
Of CONSTANCE-brief and terrible they were.
She still was living when the page set out
From home, but whether now was left in doubt.

Poor JULIA! saw he then thy death's relief-
Stunn'd into stupor more than wrung with grief?
It was not strange; for in the human breast
Two master-passions cannot co-exist,
And that alarm which now usurp'd his brain
Shut out not only peace, but other pain.
'Twas fancying CONSTANCE underneath the shroud
That cover'd JULIA made him first weep loud,
And tear himself away from them that wept.
Fast hurrying homeward, night nor day he slept,
Till, launch'd at sea, he dreamt that his soul's saint
Clung to him on a bridge of ice, pale, faint,
O'er cataracts of blood. Awake, he bless'd
The shore; nor hope left utterly his breast,
Till reaching home, terrific omen! there
The straw-laid street preluded his despair-
The servant's look-the table that reveal'd
His letter sent to CONSTANCE last, still seal'd—
Though speech and hearing left him, told too clear
That he had now to suffer-not to fear.·

He felt as if he ne'er should cease to feel

A wretch live-broken on misfortune's wheel:

Her death's cause he might make his peace with Heaven,
Absolved from guilt, but never self-forgiven.

The ocean has its ebbings-so has grief;
'Twas vent to anguish, if 'twas not relief,
To lay his brow ev'n on her death-cold cheek.
Then first he heard her one kind sister speak:
She bade him, in the name of Heaven, forbear

With self-reproach to deepen his despair:

'Twas blame,' she said, 'I shudder to relate,

But none of your's, that caused our darling's fate;

Her mother (must I call her such?) foresaw,
Should CONSTANCE leave the land, she would withdraw
Our House's charm against the world's neglect--
The only gem that drew it some respect.

Hence, when you went, she came and vainly spoke
To change her purpose-grew incensed, and broke
With execrations from her kneeling child.

Start not! your angel from her knee rose mild,
Fear'd that she should not long the scene outlive,
Yet bade ev'n you th' unnatural one forgive.

· Till then her ailment had been slight, or none;
But fast she droop'd, and fatal pains came on:
Foreseeing their event, she dictated

And sign'd these words for you.' The letter said-
THEODRIC, this is destiny above

Our power to baffle; bear it then, my love!
Rave not to learn the usage I have borne,
For one true sister left me not forlorn;
And though you're absent in another land,
Sent from me by my own well-meant command,
Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine
As these clasp'd hands in blessing you now join:
Shape not imagined horrors in my fate-
Ev'n now my sufferings are not very great;
And when your grief's first transports shall subside,
I call upon your strength of soul and pride
To pay my memory; if 'tis worth the debt,
Love's glorying tribute-not forlorn regret :
I charge my name with power to conjure up
Reflection's balmy, not its bitter cup.
My pardoning angel; at the gates of Heaven,
Shall look not more regard than you have given

To me; and our life's union has been clad

· In smiles of bliss as sweet as life e'er had.

Shall gloom be from such bright remembrance cast?
Shall bitterness outflow from sweetness past?

No! imaged in the sanctuary of your breast,
There let me smile, amidst high thoughts at rest;
And let contentment on your spirit shine,

As if its peace were still a part of mine:
For if you war not proudly with your pain,
For
you I shall have worse than lived in vain.
But I conjure your manliness to bear
My loss with noble spirit-not despair:
I ask you by our love to promise this,

And kiss these words, where I have left a kiss,-
The latest from my living lips for yours.'-

Words that will solace him while life endures :
For though his spirit from affliction's surge
Could ne'er to life, as life had been, emerge,
Yet still that mind whose harmony elate
Rang sweetness, ev'n beneath the crush of fate,-
That mind in whose regard all things were placed
In views that softened them, or lights that graced,
That soul's example could not but dispense
A portion of its own blessed influence;

Invoking him to peace, and that self-sway

Which Fortune cannot give, nor take away :
And though he mourned her long, 'twas with such woe
As if her spirit watched him still below."

TRANSLATIONS.

SONG OF HYBRIAS THE CRETAN.

My wealth's a burly spear and brand,
And a right good shield of hides untann'd,
Which on my arm I buckle :

With these I plough, I reap, I sow,

With these I make the sweet vintage flow,
And all around me truckle.

your wights that take no pride to wield
A massy spear and well-made shield,
Nor joy to draw the sword!

Oh, I bring those heartless, hapless drones,
Down in a trice on their marrow-bones,
To call me King and Lord.

FRAGMENT.

FROM THE GREEK OF ALCMAN.

THE mountain summits sleep: glens, cliffs, and caves
Are silent-all the black earth's reptile brood-.
The bees-the wild beasts of the mountain wood :
In depths beneath the dark red ocean's v

waves

Its monsters rest, whilst wrapt in bower and spray

Each bird is hush'd that stretch'd its pinions to the day.