namesake.—I had taken my seat before it yesterday afternoon, for the purpose of drawing a sketch, occasionally pursuing my work, and occasionally lost in reveries upon the vicissitudes of fate this mighty monument had experienced, until I became unconscious of the lapse of time, and, just as the shades of evening began to gather round the room, I discovered that every visitor had retired, and that I was left quite alone with the gigantic Head! There was something awful, if not alarming, in the first surprise excited by this discovery; and I must confess that I felt a slight inclination to quicken my steps to the door. Shame, however, withheld me; and as I made a point of proving to myself that I was superior to such childish impressions, I resumed my seat, and examined my sketch, with an affectation of nonchalance. On again looking up to the Bust, it appeared to me that an air of living animation had spread over its Nubian features, which had obviously arranged themselves into a smile. Belzoni says, that it seemed to smile on him, when he first discovered it amid the ruins; and I was endeavouring to persuade myself that I had been deceived by the recollection of this assertion, when I saw its broad granite eyelids slowly descend over its eyes, and again deliberately lift themselves up, as if the Giant were striving to awaken himself from his long sleep!-I rubbed my own eyes, and, again fixing them, with a sort of desperate incredulity, upon the figure before me, I clearly beheld its lips moving in silence, as if making faint efforts to speak, and, after several ineffectual endeavours, a low whispering voice, of melancholy tone, but sweet withal, distinctly uttered the following

STANZAS.

IN Egypt's centre, when the world was young,
My statue soar'd aloft,—a man-shaped tower,
O'er hundred-gated Thebes, by Homer sung,
And built by Apis' and Osiris' power.

When the sun's infant eye more brightly blazed,
I mark'd the labours of unwearied time;
And saw, by patient centuries up-raised,
Stupendous temples, obelisks sublime.

Hewn from the rooted rock, some mightier mound, Some new colossus, more enormous, springs,

So vast, so firm, that, as I gazed around,

I thought them, like myself, eternal things.

Then did I mark in sacerdotal state, Psammis the king, whose alabaster tomb, (Such the inscrutable decrees of fate,)

Now floats athwart the sea to share my doom.

O Thebes, (I cried,) thou wonder of the world!
Still shalt thou soar, its everlasting boast;
When, lo! the Persian standards were unfurl'd,
And fierce Cambyses led th' invading host.

Where from the East a cloud of dust proceeds,
A thousand banner'd suns at once appear;
Nought else was seen;-but sounds of neighing steeds,
And faint barbaric music met mine ear.

Onward they march, and foremost I descried

A cuirass'd Grecian band, in phalanx dense; Around them throng'd, in Oriental pride,

Commingled tribes—a wild magnificence.

Dogs, cats, and monkeys, in their van they show,

Which Egypt's children worship and obey;
They fear to strike a sacrilegious blow,
And fall-a pious, unresisting prey.

Then, Havoc leaguing with infuriate Zeal,
Palaces, temples, cities, are o'erthrown;
Apis is stabb'd!-Cambyses thrust the steel,
And shuddering Egypt heaved a general groan.

The firm Memnonium mock'd their feeble power, Flames round its granite columns hiss'd in vain,— The head of Isis frowning o'er each tower,

Look'd down with indestructible disdain.

Mine was a deeper and more quick disgrace:—
Beneath my shade a wondering army flock'd;
With force combined they wrench'd me from my base,
And earth beneath the dread concussion rock'd.

Nile from his banks receded with affright,

The startled Sphinx long trembled at the sound; While from each pyramid's astounded height,

The loosen'd stones slid rattling to the ground.

I watch'd, as in the dust supine I lay,

The fall of Thebes, -as I had mark'd its fame,— Till crumbling down, as ages roll'd away,

Its site a lonely wilderness became.

The throngs that choak'd its hundred gates of yore,
Its fleets, its armies, were no longer seen;
Its priesthood's pomp-its Pharaohs were no more—
All-all were gone-as if they ne'er had been.

Deep was the silence now, unless some vast

And time-worn fragment thunder'd to its base;

Whose sullen echoes, o'er the desert cast,
Died in the distant solitudes of space:

Or haply, in the palaces of kings,

Some stray jackal sate howling on the throne;
Or, on the temple's holiest altar, springs
Some gaunt hyæna, laughing all alone.

Nature o'erwhelms the relics left by time;
By slow degrees entombing all the land,
She buries every monument sublime,

Beneath a mighty winding-sheet of sand.

Vain is each monarch's unremitting pains,
Who in the rock his place of burial delves;
Behold! their proudest palaces and fanes
Are subterraneous sepulchres themselves.

Twenty-three centuries unmov'd I lay,

And saw the tide of sand around me rise; Quickly it threaten'd to engulf its prey,

And close in everlasting night mine eyes.

Snatch'd in this crisis from my yawning grave,
Belzoni roll'd me to the banks of Nile,
And slowly heaving o'er the western wave,
This massy fragment reach'd th' imperial isle.

In London now with face erect I gaze

On England's pallid sons, whose eyes upcast
View my colossal features with amaze,
And deeply ponder on my glories past.

But who my future destiny shall guess?

Saint Paul's may lie-like Memnon's temple-low; London, like Thebes, may be a wilderness;

And Thames, like Nile, through silent ruins flow.

Then haply may my travels be renew'd:-
:-
Some Transatlantic hand may break my rest,
And bear me from Augusta's solitude,

To some new seat of empire in the West.

Mortal!—since human grandeur ends in dust,
And proudest piles must crumble to decay,
Build up the tower of thy final trust

In those blest realms-where nought shall pass away!

WOMEN VINDICATED.

"The treasures of the deep are not so precious

As the concealed comforts of a man
Lock'd
up in woman's love."

MIDDLETON.

IF it be true that the principal source of laughter is the exultation occasioned by a sense of our own superiority over others, we need not wonder that nations and individuals have in all ages been anxious to keep up the materials of risibility, by supplying themselves with perpetual butts, collective and single. Athens had not only her Boeotia, as we have our Yorkshire, for the supply of clowns, but her pedant to stand in the convenient place of our Irishman, and become responsible for all the bulls and blunders which Hierocles or his successors might think fit to father upon him; while no Symposiarch was held to have done his duty in the arrangement of a convivial entertainment, unless he had provided an established jester, just as it is deemed indispensable to invite a professed wag and punster to any party of the present day that is meant to be particularly jocund and