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Where the Northi’s future Empress on her bay
Already like a new-born Hydra lay-
Wreathed in the sunny sand, one might descry
The latent mischief in her treacherous eye;
The fangs already are with venom hung;
Already fiercely darts the cloven tongue,
Wanting but power, as now, to rend the spoil,
And strew with vassal crowns the vanquish d soil.

The sea with barks was studded-death they bore, Vengeance and flame, to Scandinavia’s shoreSad mission for a heart to Sweden given ! Yet did the maid, by love and madness driven, Strive, vainly strive, amid the helm's dark plume, To veil her midnight tresses' kindred gloom ; 'The all-unwonted cuirass rudely prest Th'indignant heavings of her snowy breast; O’er a soft shoulder Grecian art might frame, Strangely reposed the carbine's mouth of flame; While from that cestus Grecian lays record, (By love himself suspended,) hung the sword! A place she sought amid the hostile crew Her form disguised, this scornful comment drew : “ Fond stripling ! to the Swedish maids thy charms More fatal seem, than to the foe thine arms !" Reluctant granted, yet at length prevailed Her fond entreaty-and the vessels sailed ! Bright glow'd the Scandinavian summer eve, When Sotaskär must once again receive Love's victim. Long tradition mark’d the place Where brave Hialmar lock'd in last embrace Fair Ingeborg--at Fame's resistless call The youth descended to dark Odin's hall; And still fond Fancy on the rock descried The hovering phantom of the widow'd bride.

Now spread along the shores the wild alarm ; Vain the loud Tocsin, and the call to armThe land's defenders lived not, or were far; And feebly rose, in mockery of war, Old men and children, who the banners flung That long in mould’ring state had idly hung, O'er rusty weapons, kept the halls to grace With stern memorials of a mightier race. Yet fought they, as men fight when more than life Hangs on the issue. Desperate grew the strife, When, like war's fiery angel, Axel sprung Into their ranks, and cried, with loyal tongue, “ God and King Charles !"-A thousand voices gave Back the proud shout ; and like one mighty wave At once advancing, with impetuous shock They swept the hostile legions from the rock.

The land was rescued, and the Russians fled ; And Sweden's sole invaders-were the dead !

of hate;

As, like a sated raven, brooded Night
O'er this still host, and the moon's glimmering light
On corses rested-wander'd Axel forth
Amid the rival offspring of the North.
In pairs they lay united, foe with foe!
Yes! he who would not seek in vain below
Union, beyond the severing power of fate,
Must seek it in the iron grasp
Love's fondest, holiest clasp, may be entwined
By death relentless, or a world unkind ;
But the fierce gripe of foemen can defy
The mortal pangs of life's last agony !
'Twas silence all-when hark! a sound that broke
Death's solemn stillness—surely some one spoke-
Some one ? ay, none but one ; that voice had power
To summon back yon blessed Cossack bower-
It breathed his name ; it softly bade him bring
Love's cordial to a spirit on the wing.

you be Linda ?- In the youth reclined
On yonder rock, can I my true love find?".
The moon, from clouds emerging, bade him see
Too well, too sadly, surely—it was She !

“ Can

Once more upon his faithful bosom laid,
Her fond confession sigh'd the dying maid.
She told, that jealous fears, and wild despair,
With one brief glance had vanish'd all in air,
And that she should but bear to realms above
Faith unalloy'd, and unabated love!
Faintly she whisper'd, “ Axel, fare thee well,
Ask not what brought me hither-Love can tell.
Already Death sits icy at my heart,
And the long night's grey twilight bids us part.
Oh! when thus shivering on life's fearful brink,
How do its puny cares unheeded sink !
I came to Sweden to extort the vow,
Which, had I life to hear, I would not now;
No! let me read it, 'mid the records high,
Of love and constancy, beyond the sky,-
There, freed from all the clouds and mists of earth,
Bright ʼmid the stars shall shine thy stainless worth.
Pardon, for love's own sake, each bitter tear
Which thou must shed o'er my untimely bier ;
Pardon the lonely orphan, doom'd to see
Her father, mother, brethren, all in Thee !
Thou wert my all ! O, Axel, let me hear
On the grave's brink, that Linda still is dear;
Thou swearest !-what could longer life avail ?
Life in mine ear has poured her loveliest tale.
My Axel, dost thou see yon envious cloud,
Veiling the moon with transitory shroud ?
Ere it has vanish’d, I shall be no more ;

freed soul, on yon celestial shore,
For thee a suppliant at Heaven's throne shall be,

And, with Heaven's thousand eyes, still
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gaze on thee.

“My Axel! grant thy bride a Swedish grave, And o'er it let a rose of India wave, That when the sun's bright offspring in the snow Lies buried, thou may'st think on her below, Whose days of bloom were short.-See, Axel, see ! The cloud is past-the moon and I are free.” Her spirit softly fled--and Axel gave In Sotaskär's love-hallow'd spot-a grave ! Then from the floods beneath the earth, arose Death's younger brother, Madness; he who goes, In fearful pilgrimage, the world around, His scatter'd hair with Lethe's poppies crown'd : Now upward gazing wildly on the sky, Now fathoming the deep with rayless eye, Whose tears, o'erflowing, mock the ghastly smile That plays around the pallid lip the while. This fiend on Axel seized-and night and day He hover'd round the spot where Linda lay ; Sat on the rocks, and to the waves that rollid In stern derision, thus his sorrows told :

“ Be hush'd, be hush’d, blue wave! no more
Beat wildly thus against the shore !
Thou scarest with thy boding sound
The dreams that haunt this hallow'd ground.
I love thee not ;-thy glistening foam
Comes blood-polluted to my home.
A youth lay here, and sadly bled,
Fresh roses on his grave I shed,
Because I will not tell thee why
She he resembled, could not die !
They tell me that my love lies low,
That flow'rs from her pure bosom grow-
"Tis false--my grief they only mock,
This night she sat upon the rock-
Pale was she, as men paint the dead,
But 'twas the light the moonbeam shed ;
Her lip, her cheek was cold, I knew
'Twas but because the north wind blew.
I bade my

soul's beloved remain ;
She laid her finger on my brain-
That brain, its leaden veil withdrawn,
Grew light and clear, as summer dawn,
And from the far, far East, the rays
Brought memory bright of former days.
Poor Axel then was blest-there stood
A castle in the lone green wood.
Murder'd I lay-a thing of bliss
Revived my spirit with a kiss.
To me that warm fond heart she

Which now lies withering in the grave.
'Tis past! Ye stars in heav'n that hear,
Be quench’d, and vanish from your sphere.

I knew one beauteous morning star,
Like you it shone-ay, brighter far !
Like you it pour'd its silver flood,
Then sunk-into a sea of blood !"

Thus pour'd he forth his plaint ; day dawning found,
Night closing left him on the hallow'd ground.
At length a stiffen'd corse beside the wave
He sat-still turning towards his Linda's grave.
His hands in prayer were clasp'd-on his pale cheek
A tear half-frozen, still of grief would speak;
And e'en in death, his closing eye had tried
To rest for ever-on his Russian bride!


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dren's hollow stomachs. The day of There is no concern of life--(if all this humbug is, however, closed; there the world would tell the truth)—there is no faith now placed in a science is really no subject of anticipation, of (Spirit of Bacon ! a science !!) which hope, of desire, of anxiety, so univer- found benevolence largely indicated in sally engrossing—there is nothing we the skull of the murderer, and hoshould fare so ill without, nothing we nesty in that of the thief, but accountshould so deprecate the want of, as- ed for this by assuring you that the DINNER. Where, when, and how he bump of cruelty rose paramount in the shall dine, are not matters of light in- one, and covetousness in the other; terest to any one duly impressed with in other words, that the manslayer a sense of the importance of the sub- would have been humane, if he had ject; and who is not? I speak not to not been savage, and the plunderer a those, I know, who are callous upon a true man if he had not been a rogue ! matter of such intense interest, and I But if you want a true criterion of a claim their undivided attention while man's character, look at his dinners ; I endeavour to lay down the principles you will judge of his liberality or of a science worthy of all the consider- meanness, his taste or his vulgarity, ation they can bestow upon it. by what you behold upon his table,

What avails it that Macculloch holds and will estimate his worth and the forth about Political Economy to star

consideration in which he is held in ving operatives, who, neglecting their society—his qualities as a husband, a business, will soon be unable to pay parent, or a friend, by the demeanour him for his prosing? Better it would of those you find assembled around it. be for both to consider the means of For although the board may groan improving their domestic economy ; with embossed plateaus, and although for surely it is less germane to the mat- the fumes of the richest viands, elaboter to know how to govern, than how rated by the most-learned cooks, may to dine, at least to those who, Hea- ascend in exciting vapour to the noses ven grant, may never do the former, of the guests, yet, if the master of the while they must, if possible, daily dó feast have a taint in his character, the latter.

those noses must, if they belong not How pitiful it is to think that the wholly to the bottle-nosed tribe of charlatanry of Craniology should sharks, who will submit to any degrahave bewildered the minds of many, dation for a dinner, be uplifted diseven sensible men, who used to throw cernibly in scorn of the wretch, and away money to hear idle windy ha- even in contempt for themselves, as rangues about bumps in their heads, submitting to the degradation of diwhich would have been better spent in ning with him; while, on the other creating bumps in their hungry chil- hand, be the worthy householder ever so poor, be his beef-steak ever so sin- shaking it had got in coming from the gle, his whisky ever so Lowland, and grocer's, (importer of and dealer in his servant-lass ever so barefooted, you foreign and British wines and spirits.) will be sure to find the smile of friend- Ah! gentlemen, believe me there is ship playing on the countenance of much to be learned at a dinner. his guest, and will at once see proofs Having thus opened to you, in some of the esteem felt for a man of ho- slight degree, the importance of the nour, albeit in distress. Even in such

subject, it may be expected that I a case, there is no need for the beef- should proceed to lay down a methosteak to be tough, the tumblers or the dical arrangement of my Lectures. lassie's feet to be dirty ;-cleanliness, Many different systems might be purand comfort, and taste, are compatible sued in delivering myself to you. I with, and will evince themselves in the might follow a historical order, in poorest situations in life; while it is which case I must obviously invert our equally possible for the gorgeous gran- usual mode of marshalling the mcal, dee, with all means and appliances to inasmuch as Adam and Eve were conboot, to let his ignorance of those mat- versant only in desserts, while we owe ters appear even in the midst of his the consummation of cookery, the exsplendour. I have seen, gentlemen, the quisite coup de maitre of the art, Soup, table of a Duke, overspread with plate (with which we begin our entertainof the richest, while the handles of the ment,) only to the latest investigations knives were of all colours, some black, of the culinary chemist; or, I might some green, and some white; the make this course of lectures follow the chairs appearing as if borrowed from course of the entertainment, and so the nearest alehouse, and the wine not form a table of contents and a bill of long enough deposited in his Grace's fare all in one. As thus, cellar to allow it to recover from the

PART I. Fish and soup. Appendix, being, as it were, the advanced guard Patés,

and skirmishers, who precede the Part II. Substantials, with their ac

or main body, and flanking troops,

which next advance to the general companiments of dressed dishes,


aptly pourtraying a corps de reserve PART III. The second course, with

advancing to fill up any vacancies its soufflets, fondus, and cheese,

in the main body, with light troops to provoke and assault the yielding

power of the enemy; and lastly,

or rear-guard, which achieves the fiFART IV. The dessert,

nal victory over the discomfited appetite, and leaving a clear field; no

thing remains but PART V. The wine,

or bloodshed, consequent on such an



This would be mighty allegorical, a regular plan of that airy and fantasand mighty instructive to boot, per- tic study, or would foolishly reduce haps. But I bethink me, gentlemen, into writing that which it is so much that method is now accounted tiresome easier to spout,

as fancy dictates or and intrusive. It binds down too nar- as chance directs ?” No! my hungry rowly the soaring imaginations of aspi- hearers ! what I have got to say shall ring mechanics, and other philosophers be of the unfettered frisking of a fastor students, and is, in brief, wholly ex- ing fancy; and if my poor exertions ploded in the world of fashion. What can excite an imaginary appetite in would now seem more tiresome than one overfed bailie, or can quell for a the arrangement of a sermon into heads, moment the pangs of hunger in one divisions, and sub-divisions, after the famished operative, my brains will manner of the field-preachers of old- not have been buttered in vain. en time? What modern professor of That the subject is one which has law would now cramp the genius of at all times, and still does attract and his students or himself, by laying down attach the philosopher, the historian,

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