LIS T: CAR EEORUM.-Thomas Wolsey, Cardinal and Archbishop of York; from a letter to Henry VIII. dated 1529. He died 29th November, 1530. O CROMWELL.-The Protector of England; from a paper, dated 1st December, 1650. WILL. RUSSELL.-William Lord Russell was engaged in a conspiracy for effecting a Revolution, and beheaded in Lincoln's Inn Fields, July 21, 1683; from a letter, dated in Newgate, July 19. R. RUSSELL.-Lady Russell distinguished herself much by her affectionate conduct towards her husband at this crisis; from a petition to the King, July, 1683. W. PENN.-The founder of the colony of Pensylvania. He was in great favour with James II., and died, much respected, in 1718; from a letter about 1680. ALBEMARLE.-General Monk, afterwards the Duke of Albemarle, and First Lord of the Treasury; from a document, dated 1st July, 1668. WENTWORTH.-Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford, Lord Deputy of Ireland; from a paper, dated 31st May, 1631. He was beheaded on Tower Hill, 12th May, 1641. ANNE BOLEYN.-The second wife of King Henry VIII. She fell a victim to his jealousy, and was beheaded in the Tower, 19th May, 1536: from a familiar letter, without date, but written about 1529. JOHN MILTON. From an affidavit in his hand-writing, dated 25th February, 1650-1. EVENING LANDSCAPE. BY THE AUTHOR OF MYRTLE LEAVES." Goldner Schein Deckt den Hayn. THE Woodland height, With magic light Is decked-and o'er the castle walls The golden tinge of evening falls. The silent sea Flows ripplingly; And swan-like gliding to its home, We see the fisher's light skiff come. The silver sand Gleams on the strand; Now redder here, now paler there, The hues of heaven the bright waves bear. The zephyr bound, The golden crowned And rushy-covered foreland height, 'Midst blushing flowers And close-'twined bowers, And fountain's drops with gems that vie, The hermit's cell salutes the eye. While on the stream Day's parting beam Fast fades, and o'er the ruins grey The moon so pale Shines through the vale, Lighting the warrior's sunken tomb— Where spirits seem to haunt the gloom. WRITTEN ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY BIRTH-NIGHT, When entering my Thirtieth Year. BY EUGENIUS ROCHE. ANOTHER twined!-my wreath of years Amid the tempests of the hour! Thy mercy bade me gently glide And now when fiercer dangers lower, Oh! let me on thy pinion ride Thou know'st my infant eye hou know'st my infant sigh Thou know'st, in peace or strife, The day and night of life, My hope is linked to Thee! A thousand stars are in the sky, And not a cloud obscures their light; And yet perhaps no human eye But mine, now wakes to drink the glories of the night! A thousand gales are on the wing; Instinct with life and mystic sound, Like wandering harps they fling Wild melodies around. And yet perhaps no human ear But mine, now wakes the thrilling notes to hear! "And why so wakeful is thine eye, So vigilant thine ear? Art thou a spirit of the sky, Chained for a moment here, And struggling for thy liberty?" |