The yielding grass betrays the seat

She fill'd beneath the tree;
I now must shun that bower'd retreat,

For she is lost to me.
The chord that I melodious strung

False trembles to my quill ;
Mute is that dear companion's tongue

That join'd its sweeter trill.
The untain echoes solemn roll

A dirge-like hollow sound;
They commune with my bleeding squl

That feels the adder's wound.
The breezy planes, that clasp their leaf

My burning temples o'er,
Respond, in whispers to my grief,

She will return no more.
The moonlight shadows cross my cave,

I see her lingering stand,
And with mock'd arms despairing rave,
As she eludes my

hand.
And when the gleam of morning skies

The vales and rocks unfolds,
What can delight these tearful eyes,

If she no more beholds ?
Grant the prayer of thine adorer,

God of light, and life, and love!
To my vacant arms restore her,

Gladden the deserted grove!
Let the ring-dove's voice again
Charm me with its murmur'd strain.
Let the bank again receive her

Where she lean'd upon my breast;
Why of life in youth bereave her,

Hades ! thine unbidden guest ?
Why pronounce the doom I bear,

Sleepless torment, stern despair?
Amnion! if ere I hymn'd thy many names as one,

The self-created soul! Supreme, self-center'd sun!
If mine the mortal hand that dared unveil thy face,
And show thee where thou stood'st, all nature for thy base;
Through earth's and ocean's depths thy glistening arrows hurld,
Minerva of the heavens and Vulcan of the world!
Infuse thy holy warmth, thy vital spirit shed
Within the frigid veins of her, the fleeted dead;
Grant me to clasp the lost, and give mine eyes to see
Eurydice in life, the found Eurydice!

PROSERPINE.
The door of death

To all is nigh;
She had mortal breath,

And thou must die.
She had human birth,

And was snatch'd away,
Lest the toys of earth

Should thy spirit sway.

With a charm I bind thee;

Avert thy head;
One flits behind thee

Who join'd the dead.
When the upper skies

Have mix'd with her breath,
Then turn thine eyes,

For she lives from death.
But beware lest haste

The spell dissever;
Or unembraced

She is dead for ever.
And in a thought I found me at the mouth
Of that enormous cavern; the sweet south
Whisper'd of primrose odours, and the flow
Of sunshine bathed the mountains with its glow.
The roarings of that subterraneous wave
Were faintlier heard; when from within the cave
A harp rang out: a youth with hurried tread
Sprang into day, and, gasping, turn'd his head.
The very heart within me seem'd to break
At the shrill sadness of that following shriek.
A figure like a mist veil'd snowy-white
Stretch'd its beseeching arms and sank from sight,
And where that mist-like form pale-hovering stay'd
A moment's space, was blindest, blackest shade.
Then came a distant earthquake sound, whose thrill
Was felt as from within that tremulous hill;
Gloom fell upon the rocks, and winds howld by
With lightning glimpses from a scowling sky.
I saw the pontiff youth unmoving stand;
Then, starting, in his harp-strings twine his hand
With passionate tears and reave them from the shell:
Long forest echoes rang their answering knell
To his redoubling shrieks: the serpent

cast
Her venom on him as he bounding pass'd
Beneath the gnarl'd o'erbranching oaks; the glare
Of panthers met him from their briary lair.
Paths that betray'd the Bacchant's agile pace
Now led him onward to their holiest place:
With loathing yet determined glance he sees
The human Bacchus' image, girt with trees;
Whence hung the vine's ripe clusters; and beneath
Lay women, ivy-crown'd, that seem'd to breathe
The breath of deepest slumber, as opprest
With dance and wine that stained their ivory breast
And left its crimson on their ruddier lip:
And some in dreams appear'd again to sip
The rapture-stirring juice, and leaping hurl
The leafy javelin in its breezy whirl.
A fawn's gore-spotted hide beside them lay,
Remnant and symbol of their festive prey;
When snatch'd from mouth to mouth, from hand to hand,
Its living flesh had fed their howling ravening band.
He stood amidst them, and with wildering shout
Startled the sleepers: that inebriate rout
Up-bounded from the earth; their javelins shook,
And measured him amazed with lengthening look
Doubtful and half-assured : but he, austere,
In desperate anguish smiling scorn of fear,

Dragg’d the stain'd idol from its base, and trod
In the delved mould the mortal-visaged God:
And then a yell broke forth, that babes at rest
Had died to hear it on the lulling breast.

DITAYRAMBIC.
Hail to him ! hail to the God of the vine !
Death to the spoiler that tramples his shrine!
Death to the wretch who despises our charms,
Looks dew'd with pity and supplicant arms.
Death to the monster who loves but the dead !
Twine all your hands in the locks of his head:
Red as the wine let the blood of his heart
Spout on the barb of each ivy-Wreathed dart.
Wide let his limbs through the forest be strewli,
And the river re-murmur the sob of his groan.
Hail to him lobail to the God of the vine !
Death to the spoiler that tramples his shrine !

And on the pontiff youth their arms they flung;
And round and round with fierce embracements clung ;
Their writhing hands were twisted in his locks;
Headless he sank: but woods and glades and rocks
Told back the voice of his last agony-
“ Eurydice! ah, poor Eurydice !"
The last, the only sounds his tongue had shaped
Still quiver'd on the lip, when life escaped ;
The stream that his disparted visage rollid
Along its ruddy tides the echo told,
And all the wild roar died along the steep:
And those, who wreak'd the vengeance, paused to weep.
A troubled, gloomy, sad, repentant air,
The mien of jealous, erring, fond despair-
Forgiveness melting in the gall of hate,
And wrath to love relenting when too late
Such thoughts were painted in each face: and all
Moved silent back to a maim'd funeral:
Gathering the scatter'a limbs beneath a mound
Of heapy earth, and strewing roses round.
The forest closed upon their toil, and night
Press'd heavy on my intercepted sight;
An interval, as if in death I lay,
And motion, sense, and thought had past away.
Till snatch'd afar, as in a trance, I sank
In torrent-eaten caverns, drear and dank,
Where meteors darting their phosphoric ray
Gleam'd through sparr'd vaults to light my downward way;
And consciously I pass'd that brassy door,
And felt my footsteps on the jasper floor.
The walls then melted like a mist away,
The spangled heavens dissolved in purple day:
And there were lawns of greenness, and far gleams
Of golden fruitage and of amber streams :
And childhood groupes and many an arm-link'd pair.
And one of roseate cheek and sunny hair,
With starr'd and azured vestments, lean’d her head
O'er a wan youth, who waked as from the dead,
Drew life and love like sunlight at his'eyes,
And held his breath in speechless ecstasies,
Then dove-like murmur’d, while delight grew pain,
“ Eurydice! thou then art mine again!”

OLEN.

NARRATIVE OF À VOYAGE FROM NEW SOUTH WALES. I EMBARKED for England on the From this time to the 17th March 4th of February, 1824, and sailed the weather was generally wét and from the heads of Port Jackson with windy, and the vessel being very à south-east wind, which continued deeply, laden and uneasy, shipped more or less foul till the evening of the salt water almost constantly ; 80 the 12th, when it came round to the that we were imprisoned in our canorth-west.'

bins, which were necessarily darkened. On the two following days we saw This was the worst of doubling Cape flying-fish, though our latitude on Horn; for on the 28th March, the the last of them was 37° 22', which day on which we actually passed the is a higher southern parallel than longitude of it, and left the Pacific this tropical animal was perhaps ever for the Atlantic ocean, the weather seen in before. We had the wind was fine, and the ship steady; and now from the southward, and next the next day the sen was calm and from the westward, as it prevails in the sky beautiful, with Staten Island these latitudes at this season, and as in sight twelve leagues to the north, we wished it to be for the purpose looking even green. So was it fine of making an eastern passage home weather for the three following days, round Cape Horn. But the wind but on the last of these the wind came being right aft, with a heavy sea, foul. caused a great rolling of the ship. On the day we doubled Cape

On the 18th Capt. Cook's Strait Horn, we met a ship about five miles between the two islands of New Zea- off: the thermometer at this time land was in sight, and we passed stood at 44°, being the lowest fall on Cape Farewell in the course of the the voyage. day, and were at night off the Bro On the 25th came heavy rain with thers. It was calm in the night, à squally night, and the sea being and the strait being so narrow that against the wind caused a great rollwe could see the land on both sides, ing and pitching of the ship. Bo the the sea was smooth and the ship deck was generally wet and our casteady in the day. The land we saw bin dark again till the 4th day of consisted of barren hills or sand. We April, when the dead lights were reobserved no signs of inhabitancy. moved for good; and the worst of These are not the fertile parts of our passage was over. New Zealand. The mountains were This week we made two Thurseven topt with sand, which we at dayg-in order to accommodate our first took for snow.

reckoning to that of this hemisphere, - The next day Entry Island was in having gained a revolution of the sight, and we passed through the earth, by going back to the sun strait ; and on the following day, we round the world—two first days of left New Zealand ont of sight. Hav- April ; so that this being Teap-year, ing cleared the land, the sea ran I shall have lived 367 days in one high, and the ship's rolling became year, a thing which few people can heavy again.

understand, and still fewer say. If On the 21st we crossed the longi- the Emperor Titus had been up to tude of 180°, and entered the wes- this, he might have indemnified himtern hemisphere, as it may strictly self for his celebrated loss. be called, though the maps do not On the 5th day of April, the therdivide till 20° more; but having lived mometer stood at 75°, being a change more than seven years in the eastern of 30° in a fortnight. hemisphere, one is anxious to fore On the 12th we were so fortunate stal a change.

as to meet his Majesty's ship Tamar, On the 25th albatrosses were nu- Captain Bremer, bound from Engmerous, and on the 26th stormy pe- land to New South Wales : this was terels. On the 28th we saw eight of the only vessel we visited during the former swimming, which they the whole passage, we being bound seldom do, and on the 29th the latter from New South Wales to England, were in great variety.

and a man of war not having sailed

from England to New South Wales the harbour of Bahia; and in the for twenty years before. An old ac- afternoon we came to anchor there. quaintance of mine, an officer of the We found Bahia in the possession ship, boarded us, and gave us a few of the Brazilians, and the Portuguese newspapers of January and February either

expelled or hiding themselves. last, which we should not have seen The Brazilians are not such finely in New South Wales for three months made men as the negroes of this promore. Here be fruits ! first profits of vince, who are celebrated for the the voyage home!

beauty of their figures; but the The Tamar was bound to New South Americans, notwithstanding South Wales on secret service; but the diminutiveness of their forms, on my arrival in England, I found will be a great people, the secret very well known to be the intended establishment of a commer

A little body with a mighty heart. cial factory at Port Essington, a dis- The very children in the streets are covery of Capt. King's of His Majesty's singing Liberty. surveying service, on the north coast The imperial flag was hoisted on of Australia. The treaty with Hol- the fort, and flying on the ships land having shut us out of all the of war. I wish they had chosen a islands of the Indian Archipelago, into prettier mixture of colours. They which British goods are not admitted are light green and yellow, with an by the Dutch without payment of a unmeaning coat of arms. very high duty, our government have, I went on shore this evening, and by assisting in the formation of this called, as is the etiquette, upon the factory, anticipated any foreign oc- British consul, who lives at Vittoria, cupancy of this part of the Austra- in the upper or new town, on Cape lian coast, from whence the Malays, St. Antonio, on which is another fort. who visit it every year from Macas- This is almost entirely an English sar to fish for trepang for the China settlement, and delightfully situated, market, may be supplied with our with lanes, at least clean, if not trim, manufactured goods. It is hoped and gardens, or rather shrubberies, that the Malays will soon induce to each house, down to the sea. The Chinese emigrants to settle at Port mango, and other tropical trees, Essington, and keep up this trade in struck me with their rich leafiness, British goods. The port lies very after the barrenness and dryness of handy, not only for the Moluccas, Australian foliage. I found the white but for the Caroline and Philippine cedar, the melia azedarach, or comIslands, and even for China.

mon bead-tree of India, growing On the same day on which we met here, as well as at New South Wales; the Tamar, we crossed the tropic of and 1 particularly admired the splenCapricorn; and I saw the Great dour of that species of acacia, called Bear again for the first time for more poinciana pulcherrima, or the Barthan seven years:

badoes flower-fence.

The lower town of Bahia, in which The northern team, the English merchants have only And great Orion's more refulgent beam, To which around the axle of the sky

compting-houses, is very close and disThe Bear revolving points his golden eye,

gusting, rather from filth and the manWho shines exalted on th' ethereal plain,

ners of the Portuguese, than from the Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the mode of building; for narrow streets main.

ensure shade, and declivity of ground

commands the sea-breeze everywhere On the 15th we met a brig ten by its nature, and would command miles off, and on the 17th another cleanliness with a very little art. standing to the south-west. These There are many British merchants were proofs of our drawing towards and shop-keepers settled here, corthe coast of Brazil ; and on the 20th responding principally with Liverthe land was in sight, the city of St. pool. They are, as they are all over Salvador in the Brazilian province of the world, the wealthiest and most Bahia, latitude 12° 59', longitude respectable people in the place, and 38° 28', according to one reckoning; in favour with all parties, royalists, 39° 21', according to another. Two imperialists, and republicans. ships were in sight, also standing for The next afternoon, I went on