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The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Still on thy shores, fair Leman! may find room
The fat Actor and the Rustick.-NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Of an unbounded stomach, Shakspeare says,
But had he seen a player in our days
To visit every clime between the poles,
Must not, in this proceeding, be mistaken;
He found himself at Lille one afternoon,
With sight of streams, and trees, and snowy fleeces,
When we are pleasantly employed time flies;
of the state.
Until the moon began to shine,
Pulled out his watch, and cried-" Past nine!
He couldn't gallop, trot, or canter,
(Those who had seen him would confess it) he
"Tell me," he panted in a thawing state,
Speech of Catiline before the Roman Senate, in reply to the charges of Cicero.-CROLY'S Catiline.
-CONSCRIPT Fathers +
I do not rise to waste the night in words:
Let that plebeian talk; 'tis not my trade ;
And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong:
Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword,
Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, dongs me not half so much as he who shuts
The gates of honour on me,-turning out
Come, consecrated lictors! from your thrones;
The Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landstrum.*
Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;
One deeper prayer, 'twas that no cloud might lower
God! thou art merciful.-The' wintry storm,
The cloud that pours the thunder from its womb, But show the sterner grandeur of thy form;
The lightnings, glancing through the midnight gloom, To Faith's raised eye as calm, as lovely come, As splendours of the autumnal evening star,
As roses shaken by the breeze's plume, When like cool incense comes the dewy air, And on the golden wave, the sun-set burns afar.
God! thou art mighty!-At thy footstool bound,
Lie gazing to thee, Chance, and Life, and Death;
Nor in the million worlds that blaze beneath,
The Landstrum (German) is the military force of the country, as distinguished from the regular standing army :-the whole mass of the undisciplined militia, called out in some sudden exigency of the state.
Wo in thy frown-in thy smile victory!
Hear my last prayer!-I ask no mortal wreath;
Now for the fight-now for the cannon-peal-
The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire;
Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire :— Earth cries for blood,-in thunder on them wheel! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph-seal!
Extract from "Heaven and Earth,—A Mystery.”—By
RAPHAEL, the Archangel.-NOAH.-JAPHET.
Scene near the Ark, just before the beginning of the Deluge. Japhet. Он, say not so,
Father! and thou, Archangel, thou!
Celestial mercy lurks below
That pure serenity of brow.
Let them not meet this sea without a shore!
If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue
Live as he wills it-die, when he ordains,
And bear what Adam's race must bear, and can.
The depth beneath us hides our own dear land,
Who, who, our tears, our shrieks shall then command ?
Renew not Adam's fall: Mankind were then but twain,
But they are numerous now as are the waves,
And the tremendous rain,
Whose drops shall be less thick than would their graves, Were graves permitted to the sons of Cain.
Noah. Silence, vain boy! each word of thine's a crime! Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair.
Japh. Hark! hark! deep sounds, and deeper still,
Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom: Earth groans, as if beneath a heavy load.
Noah. Hark! hark! the sea-birds cry! In clouds they overspread the lurid sky,
And hover round the mountain, where before Never a white wing, wetted by the wave,
Yet dared to soar;
Even when the waters waxed too fierce to brave.
Soon shall it be their only shore,
And then no more!
Japh. The sun! the sun!
He riseth, but his better light is gone,
His glaring disk around,
Proclaims Earth's last of summer days hath shone !
Save where their brazen-coloured edges streak
The distant thunder's harbinger, appears!
It cometh! hence, away,
Leave to the elements their evil prey!
Hence, to where our all-hallowed ark uprears
Japh. Oh, father, stay!
Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides ! Noah. Must we not leave all life to such? Begone! Japh. Not I.