So his accents bade me brook The spectre's eyes of icy look, Till it shut them-turn'd its head, Like a beaten foe, and fled. 66 Types not this," I said, "fair spirit! That my death-hour is not come ? Say, what days shall I inherit?— Tell my soul their sum." "No," he said, "yon phantom's aspect, Trust me, would appal thee worse, Held in clearly measured prospect: Ask not for a curse! Make not, for I overhear Thine unspoken thoughts as clear As thy mortal ear could catch The close-brought tickings of a watch Make not the untold request That's now revolving in thy breast. “'Tis to live again, remeasuring Youth's years, like a scene rehearsed, In thy second life-time treasuring Knowledge from the first. Hast thou felt, poor self-deceiver ! Life's career so void of pain, As to wish its fitful fever New begun again? Could experience, ten times thine, Pain from Being disentwine Threads by Fate together spun ? Could thy flight heaven's lightning shun? 'Scape the myriad shafts of chance. "Would'st thou bear again Love's trouble Friendship's death-dissever'd ties; Toil to grasp or miss the bubble Of ambition's prize? Say thy life's new-guided action Flow'd from Virtue's fairest springs Still would Envy and Detraction Double not their stings? Worth itself is but a charter To be mankind's distinguish'd martyr." -I caught the moral, and cried, “Hail, Spirit! let us onward sail Envying, fearing, hating none, Guardian Spirit, steer me on!" REULLURA.* STAR of the morn and eve, Reullura shone like thee, And well for her might Aodh grieve, The dark-attired Culdee.+ * Reullura, in Gaelic, signifies "beautiful star.' + The Culdees were the primitive clergy of Scotland, and apparently her only clergy from the sixth to the eleventh century. They were of Irish origin, and their monastery on the island of Iona or Ikolmill was the seminary of Christianity in North Britain. Presbyterian writers have wished to prove them to have been a sort of Presbyters, strangers to the Roman Church and Episcopacy. It seems to be established that |