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think it possible to return from the Grands Mulets the same day, but, at all events, the night is the most interesting time of the whole. He will there see enough to give him an idea, though an imperfect one, of the awful scenery which is only to be found above. He will have a splendid view during daylight, and (if he times his visit well) a glorious sunset and moonlight afterwards, and plenty of avalanches during the whole of his stay there. He will experience little danger of fatigue, and, moreover, he will have the distinction of being the first man who ever willingly halted at the Grands Mulets, or halfway-house, without the intention of proceeding further.

GRANADA IN THE YEAR 1820.

BY THE HONORABLE HOBART CRADOCK.

O sacer et magnus Vatum labor, omnia fato
Eripis, et populis donas mortalibus ævum!

LUCAN.

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ES! nations have their little

span

To boast awhile, and sink like man:

Pelides struts his hour and dies,

And TROY without a tombstone lies;
ROME-Roman ROME-unsceptred lay,
A living corpse to feed decay,
Ere empire's pageant passed away.
If the hue of life was on her lip,

"Twas but the ruddy drops that drip

From the Ghoul's when his hated feast is o'er,
And his tooth still red with another's gore.

More harmless now, the outworn dame
In robes of sackcloth wraps her frame,

Fasts once a week, and tells her beads,
And mumbles a curse upon jangling creeds.

Y

E'en Pallas saw her daughter droop,
And under her weight of laurels stoop,
And like a vulgar city lie,

Obedient to her destiny.

If still a loveliness was there,

If still her cheek seemed young and fair, 'Twas but a hectic, which is oft,

In bright deceit, Death's dearest hue; Those evening tints, so sweetly soft, Which sunset only brings to view. Freedom, that sun of life, is gone, And all is dark on Marathon.

Oh, GREECE! how oft I've sighed to see

The deepness of thy misery;

How oft, when circled by the rude

Bent sons of thy decrepitude,

I've doubted all the storied page That makes thee great, and wise, and free, The Albion of thy studded sea!

Who, gazing on thy helpless age,

Recalls thee, as thou stood'st of old,
With greave of steel, and crown of gold!
Say, are those glowing legends truth,
That tell us of thy lovely youth,
(Like odors of some flower, whose birth

Was heavenly, though it died on earth,

And left its name and scent behind)

Or, but when fancy's gorgeous wings Shake o'er our sleep a perfumed wind, Dream we these fabled things?

What is that fire, that spreading bright
Its burning tresses to the night,
Shakes o'er heaven, and earth, and sea,
The light of a dread solemnity?

Sea and shore were dark and dun
Beneath that rocky hill;

All sound of human voice was still

When the dreadful task begun;
But now the flame is flickering far,

And it tinges the night with red,

And it rises in pomp, for 'tis FREEDOM's star, Over PARGA's tower-crowned head.

Yes! from the ashes of that fire

A better dawn shall rise,

Which soon shall mantle high and higher
O'er Grecia's kindling skies;

And wakening at the morning light,
She shall find her dark days flown,

And shall rouse her like the Nazarite,
When his locks of strength were grown!

But, men of Greece, remember ever,

He, who a tyrant's chain would sever,

He, who would free his land of birth,
Must live for her alone,

And six feet of his native earth

Be welcome as her throne;
And never him a patriot call
Who puts his trust in battled wall,
And does not hold the fortress best
That rises in a freed man's breast,
When Hellas call for aid;

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There's a music upon the tongue that tells

How the sons of GRANADA loved and sighed; There's a feverish thrill in the verse that swells O'er the rapture with which they fought and died; Oppressed, insulted, scorned, betrayed

By treaties broke as soon as made,

(Those cheap bright baits which sceptred knaves Throw to their own and their neighbor's slaves) The lordly conquerors of Spain

Were outlaws in their own domain.

They came upon the storm that hurled
The Arab's faith o'er half the world,
When borne upon its sweeping wing
A new-born zeal sat conquering.

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