came on, was in Italy, drinking at the fountains | It may be that the good cause may be over of literature, and perfecting himself in that divine art whose brightest ornament he is; he immediately set out for England, deeming it base to be enjoying a learned ease abroad, when his friends were fighting for liberty at home. In like manner, I judge that it ill becomes the son of Colonel Hollis to abide in safety at Cambridge, when braver and better men are baring their bosoms to the death-shot." "You intend to join the army," said Alice, vainly endeavouring to conceal the alarm the thought occasioned. borne. In that case, the members of so prominent a family as yours would meet with exile, if not with death. Besides, you are yet young, and may meet with some one, perhaps, among the daughters of the noble, who would better grace your father's halls." "I fear not to affirm, that among all the daughters of England's nobles, there is no one of more true grace and dignity than Alice." The old Puritan smiled at the enthusiasm of the young man. "What says the Colonel to your project of "I have come to ask your approbation of the wooing a country girl?" work before me." "Mine!" "Yes, yours!" fixing his eye upon hers. "It is a solemn step, and I wish for the approbation and blessing of one whose favour I prize more highly than that of any human being. May I hope that›› The sentence was interrupted by the agitation of Alice. She was preserved from falling from her seat, only by the intervention of his arm. Before another word was spoken, her parents entered the parlour. Alice requested her father to assist her to her chamber. On leaving the apartment, she gave Hollis a look and smile which removed all doubt respecting his interest in her heart. On Mr. Elliston's return to the parlour, Hollis made a brief statement of the object of his visit. "I saw your daughter," said he, "last summer, at Elliston Hall, and the esteem with which I was led to regard her, has caused me to make this hasty visit, previous to my committing myself to the chances of the field. It was not my purpose to say aught to her respecting my feelings and wishes, till I had first secured your approbation; I have been led to depart from that purpose, for which I crave pardon." "I should expect nothing from the son of Colonel Hollis, but what is in accordance with the law of propriety and right. I was aware that you had seen my daughter, and have sometimes feared that an impression might have been made unfavourable to her peace." "I saw her worth, and may have unconsciously manifested the admiration and regard it was adapted to awaken. The son of John Hollis would not seek to ensnare the affections of any one without the consent of those to whom she owes duty. What has taken place this evening was without design, and for it I hope to be pardoned." "I know Colonel John Hollis well, and if, as I trust he is, the son be worthy of the sire, he is one to whom a parent may well be content to commit his daughter's happiness. But, young man, think well before you proceed further in this matter. The times are troublous. "Pardon me, sir, you told me you knew my father." "He has increased in power and consequence since I saw him." "He remains unchanged, save that he has an intenser hatred of oppression, and a firmer daring to resist it. When he drew the sword, he threw away the scabbard." Again a smile rested on the old man's lips. "Think well of the matter: you have my approbation so far as you have that of your honoured father." "Thank you. In the morning, I will, if Alice will allow me, spend an hour with her; then I must hasten back to Cambridge." The lovers met at an early hour. No verbal explanation of the relation they sustained to each other seemed necessary. "I must leave you, dearest, in an hour at most." "Must you return to the University so soon?" "I return to Cambridge, but not to the University. I have lately had an interview with one whom England will ere long recognise as her mightiest son, and I have, in consequence, with my father's permission, resolved to join a regiment of cavalry about to be raised. It is to consist wholly of noblemen." "Of noblemen!" 66 'Yes, of noblemen by divine right. No one is to be received who cannot give an intelligent reason of the hope that is within him. It is to be composed of those who can pray as well as fight; who, while they wield the weapons of carnal warfare, can at the same time grasp the sword of the spirit. With such men, our leader is confident he can sweep away every opposing foe, and show in what way an end can be put to a war, which, if protracted, will make England a desert." "Such a regiment the world has never seen. Who is to command it?" "Oliver Cromwell, now a captain." A look of disappointment clouded her transparent features. He guessed the thought that was passing in her mind. (To be continued.) With his disciples, when his course on earth A horror of great darkness fell on Him Unto those, Who at His call had left the fisher's coat, Unto them, He turned, But they were gone,-gone!-and He searching found Stretched out, in sleep supine. They took their rest, "Could ye not watch one hour?" Then, He withdrew Again, and prayed. The mournful olives bent, And sighed and thrilled, thro' all their listening leaves. The matted grass, leaving the blood-print there, Oh Gethsemane! Yet not alone Passed that dread hour, tho' His disciples slept. Would that I knew his name, who thus did stand Thou who didst bear a portrait of that distinguished savant, Alexander Von Humboldt. This eminent philosopher was born at Berlin, September 14th, 1769. He is consequently now eighty years of age. During the whole of this long life he has been actively engaged in the pursuit of physical science, his contributions to which are almost as numerous as his years. He has visited almost every quarter of the world as a scientific traveller. His most celebrated scientific expedition was that in which he explored the regions of Central America, in the years 1799-1803. The results of that expedition have been of the utmost importance to science. The publications connected with it fill no less than seventeen folio and eleven quarto volumes, magnificently illustrated. The expedition next in importance was one to Central Asia, commenced in 1829. In this journey he explored the Uralian Mountains, the Caspian Sea, and the frontiers of China. The results were published at Paris in 1843. His latest work is the Kosmos, published in 1847. Humboldt is said to be on the most intimate terms of personal friendship with the King and royal family of Prussia, by whom he is held in the highest estimation, and among whom he is almost domesticated. recollections, to which every American may assert an inalienable birthright, are those connected with the grant of the Great Charter of English liberty. THERE is no more common mistake than that before that, all the glorious achievements in of supposing that Americans are, as compared literature, in arms, in the growth of liberal with other nations, without national recollec-ideas, and the establishment of civil rights, are tions. Though our republic is young, our a joint inheritance. Among these historical nation is old. We have an inheritance in John Milton and Oliver Cromwell, in Shakespeare, and Spenser, and Chaucer, and Wickliffe, and Alfred, and Caedmon, in the Long Parliament, and Battle Abbey, and Doomsday Book, and in all the other great names and events of early English history, just as inalienable as that of the most loyal subjects of Queen Victoria. Every great stream has a delta at its mouth. England is one, we are the other, of the two main channels through which the long stream of Anglo-Saxon life is emptying itself into the great ocean of modern civilization. This delta commences with the reign of George III., less than a century ago. All the long centuries This celebrated spot is now a common, consisting of one hundred and sixty acres, on the banks of the Thames, in the parish of Egham. We give an excellent engraving of it in the front of our present number, copied from a recent English work. Its name is said, by Matthew of Westminster, to be derived from a Saxon word signifying council-several councils having been held there, before that which has given it such celebrity. Nor will its tiger-gleam be quenched save in thy flowing Which scorns to brook the infamy or pangs of such a blood! Ay, slave-thy youth and passion a desperate game have played; Seraglio smiles are dearly bought when these with life are paid! Full rash and reckless wert thou in that thou durst be found, With loitering and forbidden step, on that enchanted ground! There lies the fatal parchment, whose import thou hast guessed, Although that calm bland visage would lull thy fears to rest, Of doom to secret torture, where none will heed thy groans death! "Tis true there's no atonement for such a sin as this. And what Revenge so cordial, so exquisite, so great, Ha! the spiced wine! bethink thee-thy master's joy and pride! Fill up the golden goblet, and bear it to his side He smiles upon the nectar, bright beading to the brim, And unsuspicious quaffs the cup Revenge hath mixed for him! Up, Hafed, from thy bended knee-the fatal deed is done! Finish the work thy hardened heart hath darkly thus begun Go drain a draught as deadly, nor look behind thee moreWhere the wild dogs lap thy gushing gore, and banquet Master and slave shall meet to-night upon the Stygian on thy bones! shore! SCHILLER'S SONG OF THE BELL. A NEW TRANSLATION. BY THE REV. W. H. FURNESS, D. D. THE poetry of this poem has been made familiar to English readers rather by the Outlines of Retzsch and the music of Romberg, than by any translation that has yet been published. The attempt to translate this, or any genuine poem, from one language to another is a very formidable one. In the present case, translators, despairing apparently of everything that might be pronounced success, seem to have satisfied themselves with a very remote approximation to the beauty of the original. They appear to have been thankful to get through with the work anyhow. Although not without their felicities, yet in no one of the four translations which we have seen-two published in this country and two in Englanddoes the design seem to have been cherished of preserving in the English the varied music of the German. The double rhymes have been continually neglected. In the following translation, while the closest adherence has been attempted to the letter, the aim has been to convey some idea of the music of the original. As the present translator, in presuming thus to pass judgment on his predecessors, betrays perhaps an undue appreciation of his own success, he wishes to remark, ex gratiâ modestiæ, that, as one of the greatest perils to a translator of poetry arises from the excitement, in the course of his labour, of his own poetical faculty, whereby he is constantly liable to mistake, amidst the thick-coming fancies which the original starts, one of his own vivid images for the thought of the poet, it follows that he, who has barely enough of the poetical sentiment to enable him to have some appreciation of the work he undertakes to translate, may, on this account, have a better chance of success than others of a higher poetical temperament. It is observable that the latter part of the Song of the Bell was composed by the lurid light of the old French Revolution, from which so many of the first men of the time, Burke, for instance, like Schiller, "shrunk almost blinded by the glare." |