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STANZAS.

Tis for thee, my love, I raise the cup, for a parting health to thee,
And my sweet babe, thy image fair, who are so dear to me;
To this loved home, wherein my heart in fancy oft will dwell,
Ye cherished three, to all and each, a tender fare-ye-well!

And yet, my Mary, first to thee my fondest thoughts are givent,
Nor can fate more than part us thus, whose hearts are one in heaven;
But God will cheer and comfort thee, when I am far from hence,
He knows thy gentle nature well,-our child's pure innocence!

Oh thou art fair as Beauty's self, thou hast its beaming eye,
Its chasten'd flusb upon thy cheek, to shame the rose's dye;
Its parting lips, its polish'd brow, with cluster'd ringlets fair,
Its jimpy waist, its angel form, its meek retiring air.

But these are graces which by mind's pure worth are far surpass d;
I met thee as an angel first, as such we'll part at last :
Each faultless feature, Love, was thine, but all I felt was given,
In these were traces of the earth, which kept thee back from heaven.

Farewell once more ; I dare not think, and only know that I
Must court this worthless world's false smile beneath another sky;
But though my steps be chain'd, my love, my fancy will be free,
And oft will visit in its dreams this home, my child, and thee.
My Mary, couldst thou see this heart, thou’dst find engraven there
An image of thy gentle self; a fond, fond husband's prayer:
The world is harsh, and thou art kind-is rude, and thou alone,
And thou, I fear, must weep, my love, must weep when I am gone!

But heaven will guard thee; and this pledge, our young and beauteous boy,
Will serve to lead his mother's heart by tender hopes to joy;
And a time is coming yet, when I will strain thee to my heart,
An hour when we will meet again, and never more to part!

Yes, Mary, even through my tears, methinks afar I see
A quiet spot 'midst our native hills, a cottage on a lea :
The brawling of a stream is heard, the noise of humming bees,
The laugh of happy voices from a clump of neighboring trees !

A halo hovers o'er that spot-there's peace around, above;
Contentment there is join'd in joy to ever faithful love:
There all they sought is found at length, and all they hoped is given,
They live for mutual bliss alone, and only wait for heaven!

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MORAL OF A ROSE-LEAF.

When a daffadill I see,
Hanging down his head t'wards me,
Guesse I may what I must be :
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;
Lastly, safely buried.-HERRICK.

So sang a poet, whose writings bear futed the parable of the churlish and all the ease and delicacy of “ learned sordid Babylonians, but also so imleisure," and yet betray his constant pressed them with a sense of his aptitude to moralize upon, and give a greatness, that they registered the efpithy turn to, matters in themselves fort of Abdul as a miracle of wisdom, frequently vulgar and of every day and, bringing him into their city with occurrence. His spirit appears to triumph, made him the superior of all have been always on the watch to their orders. strike out a moral, or a pretty gleam We might very reasonably make the of poetry, from even a pebble on the above incident serve as an every day road-side. He would have worked memento-a record to spur us on to the following touching paragraph into moral and intellectual cultivation. innumerable beauties, begetting “a How frequently do we proceed more hundred similes," and each a glittering than half way towards the completion coin for the exchequer of Apollo. of a valuable undertaking, when, mak

Amongst a great many miracles at- ing a sudden halt, we think enough tributed to Abdul Radir Ghilan, the has been done, imagining further effort founder of the order of the Kalandi, useless, and even impossible. Our is the following; which, however, if endeavors, like the dish full of water, it do not savor much of the miraculous, are rising to the brim; they seem comat least discovers an aptness and deli- pleted to overrunning, and yet they cacy of imagination, not always to be would bear something-a rose-leaf found in the opium-loving Mahometan. placed upon them would make our triIt is related that Abdul Radir Ghilan, umph most complete. Is it sufficient once coming to Babylon, to inhabit that we give excellent advice to those amongst the other superstitious per- who “ the primrose paths of dalliance sons and santones (a gross epicurean tread,” is it sufficient that we steep order) of that city, they hearing of his them to the very lips in apophthegm and approach, went forth to meet him, one moral exhortations ? No, there yet of them carrying in his hand a dish wants something to crown the laborfilled with water; from whence they the rose-leaf of example. We may would infer, that as that dish was full hastily pass an object of charity, and to the brim, so as to be capable of with our best wishes to alleviate the containing no more, so their city was sufferings of the unfortunate, suffer not so replenished with learned and reli- ourselves to take the trouble of retracgious persons, that there was no place ing our path to confront the petitioner. to receive him : whereupon our saga- Oh, what are charitable feelings, alcious Abdul, being desirous of confut- though overflowing the heart, unless ing this hieroglyphic, whereby they they bear upon them something else would excuse the courtesy of due hos- than theoretical benevolence !-let us pitality, stretched his arms first to- place upon them the odorous rose-leaf wards heaven, and then bowed down of practice. When the bigotry, the and gathered a rose-leaf, which he persecution, the uncharitableness of laid on the water, then almost over- mankind is poured down upon some flowing the dish. Now Abdul, by devoted head, let us not mingle in the this piece of ingenuity not only con- overwhelming torrent, let us not add

Contemporary Foreign Authors and Statesmen.-- No. 1. 31 to its strength, but yield up a sweet similitudes. The matter is a most and cheering offering, the rose-leaf of fertile and beautiful one ; but we profcompassion. When we feel ourselves fer it thus briefly, that it may excite sinking beneath the waters of affliction, useful reflection, rather than by a let us not give ourselves, with reckless needless verbosity out-weary it. A indifference, to the potency of that simple stone, the record of a sentence, which oppresses us ; but rather let the will sometimes awaken deeper attenbeauty and the perfume of Hope be tion than a gigantic edifice, and a fineseen in the rose-leaf upon the flood, a ly-turned homily. The brief exhortaleaf in which our spirit may sail se- tion, “ Remember thou art a man,” curely, although the lightning flashes must sometimes have reached, with from above, and the earth trembles greater force, the heart of the monarch from beneath,

of old, than if he had assembled his We might pursue this subject to any priests, his magii, and his soothsayers, length, without the fear of being charg- to hold forth on the state of mortality, ed with repetition, from a want of apt and on all earth's vanities.

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No. I.-LE VICOMTE DE CHATEAUBRIAND; PEER OF FRANCE, AND MEMBER OF THE

FRENCH ACADEMY. The ancients, who loved to find the restoration—the friend of despotisme marvellous in all the productions of when in power, the defender of liberty nature, made the cameleon the symbol when in disgrace--and, according to of versatility. The moderns, going the circumstances of the moment, forgstill farther, adopted the name of this ing weapons, in the Journal des Déreptile to express by a single word all bats, for the independence of the peosorts of infidelity, sycophancy, and ple, or the despotism of kings. change. The cameleon changes its Disturbed by a restless imagination, color and form, almost instantaneous- by a precocious taste for an adventurly, according to the bodies by which ous life, it was “ with delight” that it is surrounded. The cameleon was, Chateaubriand “ wandered” over our therefore, the portrait of those persons globe. He traversed wide oceanswho, in changing their color, do not he dwelled in the hut of the savage, wait till that of yesterday be thorough- and in the palaces of kings—in the ly obliterated before they put on that city and in the camp. A traveller in of to-day. They are not

the plains of Greece, a pilgrim to the - off with the old love

shrines of Jerusalem, he “ seated himBefore they are on with the new.

self on all sorts of ruins.” He beheld

the kingdom of Louis XVI. and the Thus the most innocent of animals empire of Bonaparte pass away. He brought to mind the last degree of hu- shared the exile of the Bourbons, and man baseness—thus the most inoffen- announced their return. “ Two weights sive, the least ambitious of created which seemed to be appended to his beings beheld its name become the fortune" caused it successively to rise emblem of the apostacy of the Talley- and sink in equal proportions. He is rands, the Chabrols, the Cuviers, the taken up-he is abandoned-he is taLaplaces, the Soults, the Lauristons, ken up again ;-stripped to-day, he is and of that famous Chateaubriand, re- clothed to-morrow, for the purpose of publican and philosopher at the begin- being stripped again. Accustomed to ning of his career, monarchical and these “ squalls”-in whatever port he Catholic in his maturity-Bonapartist arrives, he considers himself as a naunder the empire, royalist after the vigator who will soon put to sea again, who « makes no permanent establish- saw Washington ; and “ as there is ment on land." Two hours, he tells virtue in the looks of a great man," us, were sufficient for him to quit the he imbibed those principles of repubministry, and to give up the keys of licanism and philosophy which he arthe official residence to his successor; terwards developed in the work he and two hours will have been enough published in London, during his emifor him to make peace with the men gration, under the title of « An Hiswho turned him out, and who now torical, Political and Moral Essay on have appointed him ambassador to Ancient and Modern Revolutions, conRome.

sidered with reference to the French Men gifted with a vivid imagination Revolution.” But “two voices harare more ready than others to throw ing issued from the grave, a death, themselves now into one party, now which became the interpreter of death, into another; and to disclaim to-mor- having stricken him,” M. de Chateaurow the opinion of to-day. They briand, like another Magdalen, repentspeak and write always rather under ed-and became Catholic, Apostolic, the inspiration of the moment, than and Roman. He published the intefrom a matured and digested conviction resting episode of Atala, in the Merconcerning men and things. And what cure, of which he was one of the prorenders this versatility, in some sort, prietors, “as a bait to seduce people excusable, is, that they are always in to read the Génie du Christianisme," earnest and good faith, for they are which appeared a year afterwards, always the dupes of their imagination. when Bonaparte wished to make himMonsieur de Chateaubriand is one of self an absolute and most Christian these. He has said in his Génie du king. The Génie du Christianisme, a Christianisme, « that the history of mixture of some sublime parts with rigreat writers is to be found in their diculous and tedious disquisitions, obworks;—that we paint well only our own tained, at its first appearance, a prodiheart, in attributing it to another-and gious success. Patronised and cried up that the best part of genius consists in to the skies by the booksellers, the blues, its recollections.” He has proved this and the sentimentalists, M. de Chatruth by his own writings. His differ- teaubriand became immediately a perent works are full of the recollections sonage of importance. He celebrated of his life-they state, if they do not “the man sent by Providence as a sign explain, the different metamorphoses of reconciliation, when it was weary of the noble Viscount; they are, so to of punishing”-and “ the man of Prospeak, the “itinerary” of bis history vidence,” then First Consul, chose the “ diary” of his changing opinions- the author of the Christianisme to acthe picture of his “fluctuating" con- company Cardinal Fesch, as Secretary duct, since the revolution.

of Embassy to the court of Rome. The gloomy romance of Réné, in Atala had been the foundation of which are visible the character and M. de Chateaubriand's fortune; and, some of the adventures of the author, some time after his arrival at Rome, is stamped with that spirit of mysti- M. de Chateaubriand being godfather cism which Chateaubriand manifested to a girl, gave her, in the spirit of grafrom his very earliest years. But, titude, the name of Atala. It is said soon disgusted with the profession of that the priest refused to baptise her the church, to which his mother des- by this name; that M. de Chateaubritined him, he went to America. Here, and insisted with all the obstinacy of he penetrated far into the immense an author, and all the pride of an amsolitudes of the New World. He bassador ; and that he complained to “wandered with delight” in the ma- the cardinal, who was of the opinion jestic forests inhabited by the Natchez, of the priest. It is further said that, and raised his style to the level of the in the course of the discussion, M. de grandeur of the pictures which unfold- Chateaubriand, indignant that such a ed theinselves before his eyes. He difficulty should be raised, expressed himself in a very free manner. “Be- had betrayed at the news of the assas. tween ourselves,” he said to the car- sination of the Duc d'Enghien. It dinal, “ your Eminence must know also opened to the author of Atala the very well that there is but a slight doors of the Academy, where he took difference between Atala and all the his seat, insulting the memory of his other female saints,”-a position in predecessor, the illustrious and repubwhich the cardinal was far from coin- lican Chénier. But he had been also ciding.

a somewhat severe censor of Atala, This independence in matters of and a poet of wit, whose satire, “ Les religion did not last long; and it was, Nouveaux Saints,” had, some years doubtless, as an expiation of this sin before, wounded the vanity, and disagainst sacred things, that he who had turbed the conscience, of the author proclaimed that “ there was nothing of the Génie du Christianisme. beautiful, or good, or great in life ex- It was when fortune seemed to be cept in things mysterious," took up preparing to desert the banners of the the cross, and, a modern palatine, man of the 18th Brumaire, that the made, alone and penitent, a pilgrimage new academician delivered his philipto the Holy Sepulchre. Chateaubri- pic against Chénier. In this audacious and went by Italy and Greece, tra- discourse, he dared, under the eyes of versed Turkey, and arrived at Jerusa- the despot, to discuss the restoration lem towards the end of 1806. After of the monarchy, and the trial of Louis having, in the course of his journey, XVI. Napoleon read the discourse, had the honor of singing, “ Ah! vous prohibited its publication, and, in his dirais-je, maman !” at the wedding of indignation, let fall these words, so Mademoiselle Pengali, and the satis- characteristic of the dispositions of faction of « flogging a Janissary,” and the fortunate soldier who then govern“ burning the moustache of a sophi ed France. « Since when has the with the priming of a pistol,” he re- Institute allowed itself to become a turned to his country laden with a political assembly? Let them make dozen pebbles of Sparta, Argos, and verses, and play the censors of the Corinth, a chaplet, a little bottle of language, but let them not stir beyond the water of the Jordan, a phial of that the territory of the Muses, or I shall of the Dead Sea, some reeds gathered know well how to make them go back on the banks of the Nile, and the ma- to it. If M. de Chateaubriand is mad, nuscript of his Itinerary from Paris to there are lunatic asylums to receive Jerusalem. In this work there are him. Are we, then, bandits, and am some magnificent descriptions, over- I only an usurper? I have dethroned laid by a mass of adventures, some no one. I picked up the crown from curious, but for the most part com- the kennel, and the people placed it monplace; by the side of pages of a upon my head. Let its acts be repure and elegant style, are whole spected !” chapters of the merest gossiping; and The friends of M. de Chateaubriand great and just ideas are vitiated by were alarmed ; and the poet himself, paradoxes as anti-social, as anti-phi- having read in these expressions the losophical, and as anti-religious as the downfall of his brilliant future, devotfollowing :-“ It is to the system of ed his services to the cause of legitislavery that the superiority of the an- macy, which he had till then neglected, cients over ourselves is to be attri- and to the triumph of which the disasbuted.”

ters of Napoleon seemed to give some It was the Itinéraire de Paris à - likelihood. rusalem, in which M. de Chateaubri- The composition, entitled On Boand had inserted some sentences about naparte and the Bourbons, in which military glory, which reconciled the the fallen idol is torn to pieces without great writer with the hero of the age; mercy, displayed Chateaubriand as and which caused the latter to forget one of the most devoted and ardent the noble indignation which the poet partisans of the government which fo

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