66 area is said to be thirty-seven Irish acres. Close beside it stands a precipice of several hundred feet, near the top of which is a dark overhanging cliff, commonly called the "Eagle's Crag;" and the lake itself sometimes overflows and glides down the side of the mountain in the opposite direction. This brief description of the principal features of the scene, may serve to prepare the reader for what he is to expect in the little poem which follows. FAREWELL TO LOUGH BRAY. Then fare the well!-I leave thy rocks and glens, To plunge amid the world's deformities, And see how hideously mankind deface What God hath given them good:-while viewing thee, I think how grand and beautiful is God, When man has not intruded on his works, "Twas therefore I approached thee with an awe H Thy pensive uniformity of gloom, The deep and holy darkness of thy wave, Some sacred, unknown function.-Blessed scenes! That sharpen'd thy rough brow, or fringed thy skirts Yon rock; then flung it down where now it hangs, For such wild wayward pilgrims as ourselves. Haply some glorious spirits here await The opening of heaven's portals; who disport Who cluster on that peak; or playful peep Into yon eagle's nest; then sit them down And talk of those they left on earth, and those The slumbering phantoms lay them down to rest Ah! whither do I roam-I dare not think- To mix with narrow minds and hollow hearts- The following stanzas will convey some idea of the sensations with which the poet returned from such scenes as this to the sombre walls of a college, and how painfully he felt the transition from such enjoyments to the grave occupation of academic studies. To aught that once would warm it— That Nature's form so dear of old No more has power to charm it; Or that th' ungenerous world can chill For those who made it dearer still, And shared my wild devotion. II. Still oft those solemn scenes I view Oft look on those who loved them too III. Stern Duty rose, and frowning flung He mutter'd as he bound me "The mountain breeze, the boundless heaven, "Unfit for toil the creature; "These for the free alone are given, "But what have slaves with Nature ?" A description of an enchanting scene in the county Wicklow-" the Dargle," or "Glen of the Oak"-cannot fail to interest any one who UNIV. OF has had the happiness to visit it, and is gifted with taste to enjoy it. This little sketch, though written in prose, is animated by the very spirit of poetry, and is so graphically accurate in the delineation of every feature of that lovely spot, that it seems capable of summoning up before the imagination, as by magic, the whole scene, in all its vivid colouring and its distinctive forms of beauty. THE DARGLE. We found ourselves at Bray about ten in the morning, with that disposition to be pleased which seldom allows itself to be disappointed; and the sense of our escape from every thing not only of routine, but of regularity, into the country of mountains and glens and valleys and waterfalls, inspired us with a sort of gay wildness and independence, that disposed us to find more of the romantic and picturesque than perhaps Nature ever intended. If therefore, gentle reader, thou shouldest here meet with any extravagances at which thy sober feelings may be inclined to revolt, bethink thee, that the immortal Syntax himself, when just escaped from the everlasting dulness of a school, |