θεζόμενον. PLUTARCH. περί του μη χραν εμμετρ See also his treatise de Isid, et Osir. Observing that the lotos showed its head above water at sun-rise, and sank again at his setting, they conceived the idea of consecrating it to Osiris, or the sun. This symbol of a youth sitting upon a lotos, is very frequent on the Abraxases, or Basilidian stones.-See MONTFAUCON, tom. ii, planche 158, and the Supplément, etc. tom. ii, lib. vii, chap. 5. The ancients esteemed those flowers and trees the sweetest upon which the rainbow had appeared to rest and the wood they chiefly burned in sacrifices, was that which the smile of Iris had consecrated. -PLUTARCH. Sympos. lib. iv, cap. 2, where (as Vossius remark>) καίουσι, instead of καλούσι, is undoubtedly the genuine reading, -See Vossius for some curious particularities of the rainbow, De Ori gin. et Progress. Idololat. lib. iii, cap. 13. I took the harp, and would have sung That kiss for which, if worlds were mine, A world for every kiss I'd give her; Those floating eyes, that floating shine Like diamonds in an eastern river! That mould, so fine, so pearly bright, Of which luxurious Heaven hath cast her, Through which her soul doth beam as white As flame through lamps of alabaster' Of these I sang, and notes and words Were sweet as if 't was LAMIA's hair That lay upon my lute for chords, And LAMIA's lip that warbled there! But when, alas! I turn'd the theme, False harp! false woman!-such, oh! such Are lutes too frail and maids too willing; Every hand's licentious touch Can learn to wake their wildest thrilling! And when that thrill is most awake, And when you think Heaven's joys await you, The nymph will change, the chord will breakOh Love, oh Music! how I hate you! TO MRS ON SOME CALUMNIES AGAINST HER CHARACTER. Is not thy mind a gentle mind? Is not thy heart a heart refined? Hast thou not every blameless grace, That man should love or Heaven can trace? And oh! art thou a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in? No, no, be happy-dry that tear Though some thy heart hath harbour'd near Which, bright, within the crystal's sphere In liquid purity was found, Though all had grown congeal'd around; pure, was soft, was brilliant still! This alludes to a curious gem, upon which Claudian has left us some pointless epigrams. It was a drop of pure water inclosed within a piece of crystal.-See CLAUDIAN. Epigram. de Chrystallo cui aqua inerat. ADDISON mentions a curiosity of this kind at Milan; he also says, It is such a rarity as this that I saw at Vendôme in France, which they there pretend is a tear that our Saviour shed over Lazarus, and was gathered up by an angel, who put it in a little crystal vial and made a present of it to Mary Magdalen. -ADDISON'S Remarks on several Parts of Italy. RINGS AND SEALS. HYMN OF A VIRGIN OF DELPHI, AT THE TOMB OF HER MOTHER. On! lost, for ever lost!-no more To hymn the fading fires of day! In holy musings shall we roam, Through summer's glow and winter's gale, To bear the mystic chaplets home!1 'T was then my soul's expanding zeal, By Nature warm'd and led by thee, In every breeze was taught to feel The breathings of a deity! Guide of my heart! to memory true, Thy looks, thy words, are still my ownI see thee raising from the dew Some laurel, by the wind o'erthrown, Shall flourish on the Delphic shrine! Though sunk awhile the spirit lies, A viewless hand shall cull it thence, To bloom immortal in the skies! Thy words had such a melting flow, And spoke of truth so sweetly well, They dropp'd like heaven's serenest snow, And all was brightness where they fell. Fond soother of my infant tear! Fond sharer of my infant joy! When meeting on the sacred mount, My foot the lightest o'er the green; So still, each little grace to mould, Around form thine eyes are shed, my Arranging every snowy fold, And guiding every mazy tread! And, when I lead the hymning choir, Thy spirit still, unseen and free, Hovers between my lip and lyre, And weds them into harmony! Flow, Plistus, flow! thy murmuring wave Shall never drop its silvery tear Upon so pure, so blest a grave, The laurel, for the common uses of the temple, for adorning the altars and sweeping the pavement, was supplied by a tree near the fountain of Castalia: but upon all important occasions, they sent to Tempe for their laurel. We find in PAUSANIAS, that this valley supplied the branches of which the temple was originally constructed; and PLUTARCH says, in his Dialogue on Music, The youth who brings the Tempic laurel toDelphi is always attended by a player on the flute. Αλλα μην και τῳ κατακομίζοντι παιδί την Τεμπικήν | δαφνήν εις Δελφους παρομαρτει αυλητής. Ώσπερ σφραγίδες τα φιλήματα. ACHILLES TATIUS, lib. ii. Go! said the angry, weeping maid, . The charm is broken!-once betray'd, Oh! never can my heart rely On word or look, on oath or sigh. But this was all a dream of sleep, I knew not then that Fate had lent And yet, in all that flowery maze Through which my life has loved to tread, When I have heard the sweetest lays From lips of dearest lustre shed; When I have felt the warbled word From Beauty's mouth of perfume sighing, Sweet as music's hallow'd bird Upon a rose's bosom lying! Though form and song at once combined Their loveliest bloom and softest thrill, My heart hath sigh'd, my heart hath pined For something softer, lovelier still! Oh! I have found it all, at last, In thee, thou sweetest living lyre, Through which the soul hath ever pass'd Its harmonizing breath of fire! All that my best and wildest dream, In Fancy's hour, could hear or see Of Music's sigh or Beauty's beam, Are realized, at once, in thee! Oh! I have thought, and thinking sigh'd- CLORIS AND FANNY. CLORIS! if I were Persia's king, I should, in some unlucky minute, There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately above these falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene, than the cultivated lands in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Mr WELD's book. According to him, the perpendicular beight of the Cobos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy-six. The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful cataracts exhibit. TO MISS WITH Woman's form and woman's tricks One knows not where to take you : Yet stay--you need not take the painsWith neither beauty, youth, nor brains, For man or maid's desiring; As boy too green, as girl too stale- ΤΟ ON HER ASKING ME TO ADDRESS A POEM TO HER. Sine Venere friget Apollo. AGID. MENAGIUS. How can I sing of fragrant sighs I ne'er have felt from thee? How can I sing of smiling eyes That ne'er have smiled on me? The heart, 't is true, may fancy much, But, oh! 'tis cold and seemingOne moment's real, rapturous touch Is worth an age of dreaming! From the corpse of him he slew, Think'st thou, when Julia's lip and breast Inspired my youthful tongue, I coldly spoke of lips unprest, Nor felt the Heaven I sung? No, no, the spell that warm'd so long And still the girl was paid in song Then beam one burning smile on me, Let me but feel a breath from thee, That rosy mouth alone can bring SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS." Qua via difficilis, quaque est via nulla........ Now the vapour, hot and damp, Hither, sprites, who love to harm, And the shuddering murderer sits Lone beneath a roof of blood, While upon his poison'd food,, The idea of this poem occurred to me in passing through the very dreary wilderness between Batavia, a new settlement in the midst of the woods, and the little village of Buffalo upon Lake Erie. This is the most fatiguing part of the route, in travelling through the Genesee country to Niagara. The Five Confederated Nations (of Indians) were settled along the banks of the Susquehannab and the adjacent country, until the year 1779, when General Sullivan, with an army of 4,000 men, drove them from their country to Niagara, where, being obliged to live on salted provisions, to which they were unaccustomed, great numbers of them died, Two hundred of them, it is said, were buried in one grave, where they bad encamped,Monst's American Geography. The alligator, who is supposed to lie in a torpid state all the winter in the bank of some creek or pond, having previously swallowed a large number of pine knots, which are his only sustenance, during the time. Hither bend you, turn you hither To the Fiend presiding there!1 In his ears and eye-balls tingling, Did ever Muse's hand so fair A glory round thy temple spread? Such perfume o'er thy altars shed? One maid there was, who round her lyre The myrtle wither'd as she breathed! We find also collars of porcelain, tobacco, ears of maize, skins etc., by the side of difficult and dangerous ways, on rocks, or by the side of the falls; and these are so many offerings made to the spirits which preside in these places.-See CHARLEVOIX's Leter on the f'ra This was the mode of punishment for murder (as Father CHARLEditions and the Religion of the Savages of Canada. Voix tells us) among the Hurons. They laid the dead body upon poles at the top of a cabin, and the murderer was obliged to remain several days together, and to receive all that dropped from the carcass, not only on himself but on his food.. Father HENNEPIN, too, mentions this ceremony; he also says, We took notice of one barbarian, who made a kind of sacrifice upʊn an oak at the Cascade of St Antony of Padua, upon the river Mississipi.-See HENNEPIN's Voyage into North America. Dear shall be the day we met, Oh! you that Love's celestial dream In all its purity would know, Let not the senses' ardent beam Too strongly through the vision glow! Love sweetest lies conceal'd in night, The night where Heaven has bid him lie; Oh! shed not there unhallow'd light, Or, Psyche knows the boy will fly! Dear Psyche! many a charmed hour, Through many a wild and magic waste, To the fair fount and blissful bower Thy mazy foot my soul hath traced! Where'er thy joys are number'd now, Has chain'd thee to thy Cupid's breast; See the story in APULEIUS. With respect to this beautiful allegory of Love and Psyche, there is an ingenious idea suggested by the senator BUONAROTTI, in his Osservazioni sopra alcuni frammenti di vasi antichi. He thinks the fable is taken from some very occult mysteries, which had long been celebrated in honour of Love; and he accounts, upon this supposition, for the silence of the more ancient authors upon the subject, as it was not till towards the decline of Pagan superstition that writers could venture to reveal or discuss such ceremonies; accordingly, he observes, we find Lucian and Plutarch treating, without reserve, of the Dea Syria, and Isis and Osiris; and APULEIUS, who has given us the story of Cupid and Psyche, has also detailed some of the mysteries of Isis.-See the Giornale di Litterati d'Italia, tome xxvii, articol. 1. See also the Observations upon the ancient gems in the Museum Florentinum, vol. i, p. 156. I cannot avoid remarking here an error into which the French Encyclopédistes have been led by M. Spon, in their article Psyché.They say, Petron fait un récit de la pompe nuptiale de ces deux amans (Amour et Psyché). Déjà, dit-il, etc. etc. The Psyche of PETRONICS, however, is a servant-maid, and the marriage which he describes is that of the young Pannychis. See SPON's Recherches Curieuses, etc. dissertat. 5. Allusions to Mrs T-GHE's poem. 3 Constancy. And dear shall be the night we parted! Oh! if regrets, however sweet, Must with the lapse of time decay, Yet still, when thus in mirth you meet, Fill high to him that's far away! Long be the flame of memory found EPISTLE VIII. TO THE HONOURABLE W. R. SPENCER. Nec venit ad duros musa vocata Getas. FROM BUFFALO, UPON LAKE ERIE. shade! THοu oft hast told me of the fairy hours All that creation's varying mass assumes This epithet was suggested by CHARLEVOIX's striking description of the confluence of the Missouri with the Mississippi :- I believe this is the finest confluence in the world. The two rivers are much of the same breadth, each about half a league; but the Missouri is by far the most rapid, and seems to enter the Mississippi like a conqueror, through which it carries its white waves to the opposite shore without mixing them: afterwards it gives its colour to the Missis 4 By this image the Platonists expressed the middle state of the sippi, which it never loses again, but carries quite down to the sea. soul between sensible and intellectual existence -Letter xxvih |