Bear'st thou not thence along Her song so potent gentle hearts to move; Perchance hath sweeter grown, Now blended with the quiet sighs and tender notes of love? Or she, the mild-ey'd maid, Quietly gazing at the silent sky; When thou didst catch her thought, To breathe it o'er my weary soul, deliciously. Oh! thou hast nought to do Upon the ocean blue, Filling with busy breath the mariner's sails; No worldly dull employment, Thou bodyless enjoyment, Is thine, nor aught hast thou to do with wild and warring gales. But peacefully thou roamest, And wheresoe'er thou comest, Breathest around the freshness of the skies; And on our hearts dost fling, From thy enchanted wing, Remembrances of absent love, calm thoughts, and happy sighs. I know that thou art come From my far distant home, And thy calm breathings tell what peace is there; Say not my soul is burning With disappointment's bitter sting and comfortless despair. Say that my spirit knows That dear and happy musings still are mine; Of Memory's music lulls me yet to ecstasies divine. JUAN. Caernarvon Castle. EMBLEM of Cambria's bondage! loftiest pile! Oppression's strong resistless hand first traced Faded are now thy glories! nought is left No banners on thine Eagle Turret wave, The dashing foam of Menai's angry flood. From thy lone watch-tow'r. The approaching fight No longer with its martial din alarms, Nor calls thy hardy veterans to arms. While on thy shatter'd battlements I gaze, And mine eye wanders through thy vacant halls, My musing' mind reverts to other days, And all thy grandeur, all thy pomp recalls. There warriors bold have stalk'd in armour mail’d— Where o'er the moat the drawbridge once was seen, which in thy bosom thou didst nurse, Were made more poignant by a Nation's curse. Hark! what wild shrieks from yonder lowly cell From triple Snowdon's Height to Penmaen's brow. Insatiate Monster! could the hoary head Receive no reverence from a heart like thine? Was not the Royal Chief in fetters led, An ample victim at thine honour's shrine? In those proud times, when Fortune's partial sun Now that thy power is gone, thy greatness fled, F. J ON THE DIVINITIES OF THE ANCIENTS. To a person inquiring into the manners and customs of ancient nations, the Religion which they professed, and the Gods which they worshipped, will always appear objects of the greatest curiosity. And this will not be wondered at when we remember how intimately the religion of a State must necessarily be connected with its civil policy. In former times, when ignorance and superstition flourished, side by side, the aid of a Divinity was required for the carrying into effect of the most frivolous designs. No poem could succeed until the Muses were called upon in a well-rounded hexameter; no war could prosper until Mars was propitiated by a sufficiency of roast beef. The ancients appear to have had some faint idea of the ubiquity of the Deity; but not comprehending how such a faculty could be vested in a single Divinity, they formed to themselves a set of superior Powers, calculated to attend upon every emergency, from Jupiter the God of thunder to Tussis the God of coughing. It is therefore evident that the consideration of the religious ideas of the ancients must be inseparably united with the study of the other parts of their history. I In the remarks which I am about to make upon this subject, must request that one or two preliminaries may be kept in mind. First, that the characters of the constant supporters of " The Etonian" may not be implicated in the blunders of an occasional correspondent; and, secondly, that I may not be understood as endeavouring to compose a regular essay or treatise upon the topic which is before me. I have no more the inclination than I have the ability to attempt such a task. The observations, which I shall have occasion to make, will be merely the unripe fruit of an hour of leisure; merely a few unconnected hints, thrown out at random for your amusement, Mr. Editor, and that of my fellowcitizens. If they are pleased with them, they will thank me, and I am sufficiently repaid: if not-n'importe ;-they will at least give me credit for good intentions. The first point which I shall notice is the opinion which the ancients entertained of the power and authority of their heavenly rulers. And as the study of fallen religions is principally useful as it shows to us the superiority of that religion which can never fall, let us first see upon what footing Christianity stands in this respect. In my eyes, and in the eyes of every one upon whom the light of Revelation has dawned, the mention of a God presupposes an idea of infinite, irresistible, indisputable Power. One cannot form the most remote conception of a Deity, whose powers or existence should be in any way limited. One of the distinguishing attributes of Christianity is, that with its God nothing is impossible. He is Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent. Can we say the same of the gods of the heathen-" the gods of wood and stone, the work of men's hands?" Alas! alas-they raised ghosts, and they raised tempests; they scolded, and they thundered; they drank nectar, and drove doves: but when any thing serious was to be done, when a battle was to be decided, or an empire overthrown, they were frequently as powerless to slay or to save as the sceptre which they wielded, or the cloud which they bestrode. Let us call before us some of the most formidable, and examine into their pretensions to Olympus. Come down then, Jupiter, from the little pedestal on which I have placed your plaister effigy! Come down, Father of men and Gods, counsel-giving, wide-thundering, cloud-compelling! Come down, thou who overthrowest the Titans and abusest thy wife; thou who art so fond of the voice of prayer and the smoke of hecatombs; thou who hast so many epithets, and so many sons; thou, who governest Olympus, and meritest Bridewell! Where are thy frowns and thy nods, thy muscles and thy sinews, thy darts and thy decrees? Where are the looks which appal-the blows which destroy? Where is the unbroken chain, the insatiable vulture? Where are the Cyclopes who forge the lightning, and the poets who forge the Cyclopes? Alas! Jupiter, amidst all your terrors, in Heaven or on Ida, in feasting or in wrath, in poetry or in prose, thou wert a Quack, Jupiter, a most contemptible Quack; so utterly destitute of every thing that could ensure respect; so miserably deficient in every thing that could inspire fear; such a pitiful compound of ignorance and knowledge, of strength and imbecility, of vanity and vice,-that if the days of thy sovereignty could return again, if thou couldst again be fed upon sacrifice and flattery, I swear by thine own beard I would as soon be an Irus as a Jupiter. The truth is, that the religion of the ancients, as far as it can be collected from their writings, partook in no small degree of predestination. Yet it is enveloped in so much obscurity, that it is very difficult for us,-nay, it might have been very difficult for them, to define, where the supremacy of Fate should stop, and the authority of the Gods commence. We find some unfortunate Divinity perpetually endeavouring to overthrow some State which is destined to stand, or to destroy some Hero who is destined to live; although the said Divinity has an innate perception that his struggles in either instance must eventually be fruitless. I know that these ideas may be said to be founded solely on the marvellous fictions of the poets; but, let me ask, would Diomedes have ever inflicted a wound upon Mars, if Homer had seen in Mars a formidable being? or would Juno have ever strutted and stormed |