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ceps Eva inimica Diabolo, ergo fuit grata et amica] Deo."

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Call her-think what-his Life! his Life!

Chavah (or, as it is in the Latin version, Eva) has the same signification as the Greek, Zoe.

The following is one among many passages, which may be adduced from the Comte de Gabalis, in confirmation of this remark :-"Ces enfans du ciel engendrèrent les géans fameux, s'étant fait aimer aux filles

des hommes; et les mauvais cabalistes Joseph et Philo (comme tous les Juifs sont ignorans,) et après eux tous les auteurs que j'ai nommés tout à l'heure, ont dit que c'étoit des anges, et n'ont pas su que c'était les sylphes et les autres peuples des élémens, qui, sous le nom d'enfans d'Eloim, sont distingués des enfans des hommes."-See Entret. Second.

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Epiphanius, among others, is not a little surprised at the application of such a name to Eve, so immediately, too, after that awful denunciation of death, "dust thou art," etc. etc.' Some of the commentators think that it was meant as a sarcasm, and spoken by Adam, in the first bitterness of his heart,-in the same spirit of irony (says Pererius) as that of the Greeks in calling their Furies, Eumenides, or Gentle.2 Nihil plus desiderare potuerint quæ angelos posBut the Bishop of Chalon rejects this supposition -sidebant-magno scilicet nupserant." Tertull. de "Explodendi sane qui id nominis ab Adamo per ironiam inditum uxori suæ putant; atque quod mortis causa esset, amaro joco vitam appellasse.'

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So high she deem'd her Cherub's love!

Habitu Mulieb.

cap. 2.

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Then first were diamonds caught, etc. "Quelques gnomes, désireux de devenir immortels, avoient voulu gagner les bonnes graces de nos filles, et leur avaient apporté des pierreries dont ils sont gardiens naturels et ses auteurs ont cru, s'appuyant sur le livre d'Enoch mal entendu, que c'étaient des pièges que les anges amoureux," etc. ete.-Compte de Gabalis.

It is rather strange that these two instances of perTertullian traces all the chief luxuries of female verse commentatorship should have escaped the re- attire, the necklaces, armlets, rouge, and the black searches of Bayle, in his curious article upon Eve. powder for the eye-lashes, to the researches of these He would have found another subject of discussion, fallen angels into the inmost recesses of nature, and equally to his taste, in Gataker's whimsical disserta- the discoveries they were, in consequence, enabled tion upon Eve's knowledge of the Texvn bpavrikn, to make, of all that could embellish the beauty of and upon the notion of Epiphanius that it was taught their earthly favourites. The passage is so remarkher in a special revelation from Heaven.-Miscellan.able that I shall give it entire :-" Nam et illi qui ea lib. ii. cap. 3. p. 200.

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Oh, idol of my dreams! whate'er

Thy nature be-human, divine,
Or but half heavenly.

In an article upon the Fathers, which appeared, some years since, in the Edinburgh Review (No. XLVII,) and of which I have made some little use in these notes (having that claim over it-as "quiddam notum propriumque"-which Lucretius gives to the cow over the calf,) there is the following remark:"The belief of an intercourse between angels and women, founded upon a false version of a text in Genesis, is one of those extravagant notions of St. Justin and other Fathers, which show how little they had yet purified themselves from the grossness of heathen mythology, and in how many respects their heaven was but Olympus, with other names. Yet we can hardly be angry with them for this one error, when we recollect that possibly to their enamoured angels we owe the fanciful world of sylphs and gnomes, and that at this moment we might have wanted Pope's most exquisite poem, if the version of the LXX. had translated the Book of Genesis correctly."

1 Και μετά το ακουσαι, γη εί, και εις γην απέλευση, μετά την παράβασιν, και ην θαυμαστον οτι μετά την παρα βασιν ταύτην την μεγάλην εσχεν επωνυμίαν. Hæres 78. sec. 18. tom. i. edit. Paris, 1622.

2 Lib. 6. p. 234.

3 Pontus Tyard. de recta nominum impositione, p. 14.

constituerant, damnati in pænam mortis deputantur: illi scilicet angeli, qui ad filias hominum de cœlo ruerunt, ut hæc quoque ignominia fœminæ accedat. Nam cum et materias quasdam bene occultas et artes plerasque non bene revelatas, sæculo multo magis imperito prodidissent (siquidem et metallorum opera nudaverant, et herbarum ingenia traduxerant et incantationum vires provulgaverant, et omnem curiositatem usque ad stellarum interpretationem designaverant) proprie et quasi peculiariter fœminis instrumentum istud muliebris gloriæ contulerunt : lumina lapillorum quibus monilia variantur, et circulos ex auro quibus brachia arctantur; et medicamenta ex fuco, quibus lanæ colorantur, et illum ipsum nigrum pulverem, quo oculorum exordia producuntur." De Habitu Mulieb. cap. 2.-See him also "De Cultu Fœm. cap. 10. Page 304, line 28.

the mighty magnet, set In Woman's form.

The same figure, as applied to female attractions, occurs in a singular passage of St. Basil, of which the following is the conclusion:-Ata Tv Evovcav kata του αρρενος αυτής φυσικήν δυναςείαν, ὡς σίδηρος, φημι, Vera Virginitat. tom. i. p. 727. It is but fair, however, ποῤῥωθεν μαγνετις, τούτο προς ἑαυτον μαγγανευι. De to add, that Hermant, the biographer of Basil, has pronounced this most unsanctified treatise to be spurious. Page 304, line 37.

I've said, "Nay, look not there, my love," etc.

I am aware that this happy saying of Lord Albe

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Upon the tablets that, of old,

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Then first did woman's virgin brow
That hymeneal chaplet wear,
Which, when it dies, no second vow
Can bid a new one bloom out there.

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In the Catholic church, when a widow is married, she is not, I believe, allowed to wear flowers on her head. The ancient Romans honoured with a corona pudicitiæ," or crown of modesty, those who entered but once into the marriage state.

Sara.

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her, who near

The Tabernacle stole to hear

The secrets of the Angels.

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Two fallen Splendors.

By CHAM were from the Deluge saved. The pillars of Seth are usually referred to as the depositories of ante-diluvian knowledge; but they were inscribed with none but astronomical secrets. I have, therefore, preferred here the tablets of Cham The Sephiroths are the higher orders of emanative as being, at least, more miscellaneous in their information. The following account of them is given in being, in the strange and incomprehensible system of the Jewish Cabbala. They are called by various Jablonski from Cassianus :-" Quantum enim antiquæ traditiones ferunt Cham filius Noæ, qui superstitioni- names, Pity, Beauty, etc. etc.; and their influences bus ac profanis fuerit artibus institutus, sciens nullum are supposed to act through certain canals, which The reader may se posse superbis memorialem librum in arcam inferre, communicate with each other. in quam erat ingressurus, sacrilegas artes ac profana commenta durissimis insculpsit lapidibus."

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And this young Angel's 'mong the rest. Pachymer, in his Paraphrase on the Book de Divinis Nominibus of Dyonysius, speaking of the incarnation of Christ, says, that it was a mystery ineffable from all time, and "unknown even to the first and oldest angel,"-justifying this last phrase by the authority of St. John in the Revelation.

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Circles of light that from the same
Eternal centre sweeping wide,

Carry its beams on every side.

judge of the rationality of the system by the follow-
ing explanation of part of the machinery :-" Les
canaux qui sortent de la Miséricorde et de la Force, et
qui vont aboutir à la Beauté, sont chargés d'un grand
nombre d'Anges. Il y en a trente-cinq sur le canal
de la Miséricorde, qui récompensent et qui couronnent
For a concise account
la vertu des Saints," etc. etc.
of the Cabalistic Philosophy, see Enfield's very useful
compendium of Brucker.

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from that tree Which buds with such eternally.

"On les représente quelquefois sous la figure d'un arbre....l'Ensoph qu'on met au-dessus de l'arbre Sephirotique ou des Splendeurs divines, est l'Infini."

See the 13th chapter of Dionysius for his notions-L'Histoire des Juifs, liv. ix. 11.

IRISH MELODIES.

ADVERTISEMENT.

"Another difficulty (which is, however, purely mechanical) arises from the irregular structure of many of those airs, and the lawless kind of metre THOUGH the beauties of the National Music of Ire- which it will in consequence be necessary to adapt land have been very generally felt and acknowledged, to them. In these instances the poet must write not yet it has happened, through the want of appropriate to the eye but to the ear; and must be content to have English words, and of the arrangement necessary to his verses of that description which CICERO mentions, adapt them to the voice, that many of the most excel-Quos si cantu spoliaveris, nuda remanebit oratio.' lent compositions have hitherto remained in obscurity. That beautiful air, The Twisting of the Rope,' which It is intended, therefore, to form a Collection of the has all the romantic character of the Swiss Ranz des best Original IRISH MELODIES, with characteristic Vaches, is one of those wild and sentimental rakes Symphonies and Accompaniments, and with Words which it will not be very easy to tie down in sober containing as frequent as possible allusions to the wedlock with poetry. However, notwithstanding all manners and history of the country. these difficulties, and the very little talent which J

In the poetical part, the Publisher has had promises can bring to surmount them, the design appears to of assistance from several distinguished Literary Cha- me so truly national, that I shall feel much pleasure racters, particularly from MR. MOORE, whose lyrical in giving it all the assistance in my power. talent is so peculiarly suited to such a task, and whose zeal in the undertaking will be best understood from the following extract of a letter which he has addressed to Sir JOHN STEVENSON (who has undertaken the arrangement of the airs) on the subject:

"I feel very anxious that a Work of this kind should be undertaken. We have too long neglected the only talent for which our English neighbours ever deigned to allow us any credit. Our National Music has never been properly collected; and, while the composers of the Continent have enriched their operas and sonatas with melodies borrowed from Ireland-very often without even the honesty of acknowledgmentwe have left these treasures in a great degree unclaimed and fugitive. Thus our airs, like too many. of our countrymen, for want of protection at home, have passed into the service of foreigners. But we are come, I hope, to a better period both of politics and music; and how much they are connected, in Ireland at least, appears too plainly in the tone of sorrow and depression which characterises most of our early songs.-The task which you propose to me, of adapting words to these airs, is by no means easy. The poet, who would follow the various sentiments which they express, must feel and understand that rapid fluctuation of spirits, that unaccountable mixture of gloom and levity, which composes the character of my countrymen, and has deeply tinged their music. Even in their liveliest strains we find some melancholy note intrude-some minor third or flat seventh -which throws its shade as it passes, and makes even mirth interesting. If BURNS had been an Irishman (and I would willingly give up all our claims upon OSSIAN for him,) his heart would have been proud of such music, and his genius would have made it immortal.

1 The writer forgot, when he made this assertion, that the Public are indebted to Mr. Bunting for a very valuable collection of Irish Music; and that the patriotic genius of Miss Owenson has been employed upon some of our finest Airs.

"Leicestershire, Feb. 1807."

IRISH MELODIES.
No. I.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
AIR-Maid of the Valley.

Go where glory waits thee,
But, while fame elates thee,

Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,

Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee

Sweeter far may be;

But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,

Oh! then remember me.
When at eve thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning-
Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,.
When thine eye reposes,
On its lingering roses,

Once so loved by thee-
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them-
Oh! then remember me.

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remember me

"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm-
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!"
On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her round the green isle.
And blest for ever is she who relied
Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride!

AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE
WATERS MAY GLOW.

AIR-The Young Man's Dream.

As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.

One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws
Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes,
To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring,
For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting!-
Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,
Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray;
The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain,—
It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again!

THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.'
AIR-The Old Head of Denis.

THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;2
Oh! the last ray of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
"T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill-
Oh! no-it was something more exquisite still.
"Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world
should cease,

And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

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For on thy deck, though dark it be,
A female form I see;

And I have sworn this sainted sod
Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod!"!

THE LADY.

"Oh! Father, send not hence my bark
Through wintry winds and billows dark.
I come, with humble heart, to share
Thy morn and evening prayer;
Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint,
The brightness of thy sod to taint."

The lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd;
The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd
But legends hint, that had the maid

Till morning's light delay'd,
And given the saint one rosy smile,
She ne'er had left his lonely isle.

HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.

AIR-The Twisting of the Rope.
How dear to me the hour when day-light dies,
And sun-beams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

And, as I watch the line of light that plays

Along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 't would lead to some bright isle of rest!

TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK. AIR-Dermott.

TAKE back the virgin page,

White and unwritten still;
Some hand more calm and sage
The leaf must fill.
Thoughts come as pure as light,

Pure as even you require:
But oh! each word I write
Love turns to fire.

Yet let me keep the book;

Oft shall my heart renew,

1 In a metrical life of St. Senanus, taken from an old Kilkenny MS. and which may be found among the Acta Sanctorum Hibernia, we are told of his flight to the island of Scattery, and his resolution not to admit any woman of the party; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. Can nera, whom an angel had taken to the island, for the express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of Senanus, according to his poetical biographer:

Cui Præsul, quid fœminis
Commune est cum monachis?
Nec te nec ullam aliam

Admittemus in insulam.

See the Acta Sanct. Hib. page 610. According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than the river Shannon; but O'Connor, and other antiquarians deny this metamorphose indignantly.

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Bright links that Glory wove,

Sweet bonds, entwined by Love!
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth!
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth!
Long may the fair and brave
Sigh o'er the hero's grave.

We're fallen upon gloomy days,'
Star after star decays,

Every bright name, that shed

Light o'er the land, is fled.

Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth
Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth;
But brightly flows the tear
Wept o'er a hero's bier!

Oh! quench'd are our beacon-lights-
Thou, of the hundred fights !2
Thou, on whose burning tongue3
Truth, peace and freedom hung!
Both mute-but long as valour shineth,
Or mercy's soul at war repineth,

So long shall Erin's pride
Tell how they lived and died.

THE LEGACY.

AIR-Unknown.

WHEN in death I shall calm recline,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear;
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine

Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here: Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow

To sully a heart so brilliant and light; But balmy drops of the red grape borrow, To bathe the relic from morn till night.

When the light of my song is o'er,

Then take my harp to your ancient hall; Hang it up at that friendly door,

Where weary travellers love to call.1
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft note in passing along,
Oh! let one thought of its master waken
Your warmest smile for the child of song

Keep this cup, which is now o'erflowing,
To grace your revel when I'm at rest;
Never, oh! never its balm bestowing

On lips that beauty hath seldom blest!
But when some warm devoted lover

To her he adores shall bathe its brim, Then, then my spirit around shall hover,

And hallow each drop that foams for him.

HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED.
AIR-The Dear Black Maid.
How oft has the Benshee cried!
How oft has death untied

1 "In every house was one or two harps, free to all travellers, who were the more caressed the more they excelled in music."-O'Halloran.

WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD AIR-Garyone.

We may roam through this world like a child at & feast,

Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest; And when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, We may order our wings and be off to the west. But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile,

Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies, We never need leave our own green isle,

For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward

you roam,

When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home

In England, the garden of beauty is kept

By a dragon of prudery, placed within call; But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Oh! they want the wild sweet briery fence,

Which round the flowers of Erin dwells, Which warms the touch, while winning the sense, Nor charms us least when it most repels. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward you roam,

1 I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character which it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad and ominous fatality by which England has been deprived of so many great and good men at a moment when she most requires all the aids of talent and integrity.

2 This designation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, is the title given to a celebrated Irish hero, in a poem by O'Gnive, the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the "Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland," page 433. "Con, of the hundred fights, sleep in thy grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories!" 3 Fox, "ultimus Romanorum."

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