By those happy souls who dwell
In yellow meads of asphodel,

Or amaranthine bow'rs;
By the hero's armed shades,
Glitt'ring thro' the gloomy glades;
By the youths that died for love,

Wandering in the myrtle grove,
Restore, restore Eurydice to life :
Oh take the husband, or return the wife !

He sung, and hell consented

To hear the poet's prayer:
Stern Proserpine relented,
And gave him back the fair.

Thus song could prevail

O'er death, and o'er hell,
A conquest how hard, and how glorious !
Though fate had fast bound her

With Styx nine times round her,
Yet music and love were victorious.

But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes :
Again she falls, again she dies, she dies!
How wilt thou now the fatal sisters move?
No crime was thine, if ’tis no crime to love.

Now under hanging mountains,
Beside the falls of fountains,
Or where Hebrus wanders,
Rolling in mæanders,

All alone,
Unheard, unknown,
He makes his moan;

And calls her ghost,
For ever, ever, ever lost !
Now with furies surrounded,
Despairing, confounded,
He trembles, he glows,

Amidst Rhodope's snows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies;
Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals' cries
Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he sung ;
Eurydice still trembled on his tongue :

Eurydice the woods,

Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung.

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And Fate's severest rage disarm;
Music can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please :
Our joys below it can improve,

And antedate the bliss above.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the sound.
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,

Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear :
Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire,
While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ;

And angels lean from heav'n to hear.
Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell;

To bright Cecilia greater power is giv'n:
His numbers raised a shade from hell,

Hers lift the soul to heav'n.

ABOUT HUSBANDS.

By John G. SAXE. “A man is, in general, better pleased when he has a good

dinner upon his table than when his wife speaks Greek.”

Sam. Johnson.
JOHNSON was right. I don't agree to all

The solemn dogmas of the rough old stager:
But very much approve what one may call

The minor morals of the “Ursa Major." Johnson was right. Although some men adore

Wisdom in woman, and with learning cram hcr,

There isn't one in ten but thinks far more

Of his own grub than of his spouse's grammar. I know it is the greatest shame in lie;

But who among them (save, perhaps, myself), Returning hungry home, but asks his wife

What beef--not books—she has upon her shelf. Though Greek and Latin be the lady's boast,

They're little valued by her loving mate; The kind of tongue that husbands relish most

Is modern, boiled, and served upon a plate. Or if, as fond ambition may command,

Some home-made verse the happy matron show him, What mortal spouse but from her dainty hand

Would sooner see a pudding than a poem ? Young lady-deep in love with Tom or Harry'Tis sad to tell

you

such a tale as this : But here's the moral of it; don't ye marry ;

Or, marrying, take your lover as he isA very man, with something of the brute

(Unless he prove a sentimental noddy), With passions strong, and appetite to boot

A thirsty soul within a hungry body! A very man—not one of Nature's clods

With human feelings, whether saint or sinner; Endowed, perhaps, with genius from the gods,

But apt to take his temper from his dinner.

ON NEGRO EMANCIPATION.

LORD BROUGHAM.

MY LORDS,—I have had my attention directed, within the last two hours, to the new mass of papers laid on our table from the West Indies. The bulk I am averse to break, but a sample I have culled of its hateful contents. Eleven females were punished by severe flogging—and then put on the treadmill, where they were compelled to ply until exhausted nature could endure no more ;-- when faint and about to fall off, they were suspended by the arms in a manner that has been described to me by a most respectable eye-witness of similar scenes, but not so suspended as that the mechanism could revolve clear of their persons ; for the wheels at each turn bruised and galled their legs, till their sufferings had reached the pitch when life can no longer even glimmer in the socket of the weary frame. In the course of a few days these wretched beings languished, to use the language of our law, that law which is thus so constantly and systematically violated—and " languishing died."

Ask you if crimes like these, murderous in their legal nature, as well as frightful in their aspect, passed unnoticed—if inquiry was neglected to be made respecting these deaths in a prison? No such thing ! The forms of justice were on this head peremptory, even in the West Indies—and at those forms, the handmaids of justice were present, though their sacred mistress was far away. The coroner duly attendedthe jury were regularly empanelled-eleven inquisitions were made in order—and eleven verdicts returnedMurder! Manslaughter! Misdemeanour! Misconduct ! No-but “DIED BY THE VISITATION OF GOD!" Died by the Visitation of God! A lie! a perjury! a blasphemy! The Visitation of God! Yes, for it is among the most awful of those visitations by which the inscrutable

of his will are mysteriously accomplished, that he sometimes arms the wicked with power to oppress the guiltless; and if there be any visitation more dreadful than another; any which more tries the faith and vexes the reason of erring mortals, it is when Heaven showers down upo the earth the plague--not of scorpions, or pestilence, or famine, or

an

war-but of unjust judges and perjured jurors, wretches who pervert the law to wreak their personal vengeance, or compass their sordid ends, forswearing themselves on the Gospels of God, to the end that injustice may prevail, and the innocent be destroyed !

I hasten to a close; there remains little to add. It is, my lords, with a view to prevent such enormities as I have feebly pictured before you, to correct the administration of justice, to secure the comforts of the negroes, to restrain the cruelty of the tormentors, to amend the discipline of prisons, to arm the governors with local authority over the police; it is with these views that I have formed the resolutions now on your table. These improvements are, however, only to be regarded as temporary expedients, as mere palliatives of

enormous mischief, for which the only effectual remedy is the complete emancipation which I have demonstrated by the unerring and incontrovertible evidence of facts, as well as the clearest deductions of reason, to be safe and practicable, and, therefore, proved to be our imperative duty at once to proclaim.

From the instant that glad sound is wafted across the ocean, what a blessed change begins; what an enchanting prospect unfolds itself? The African placed on the same footing with other men, becomes in reality our fellow-citizen—to our feelings, as well as in his own nature our equal, our brother. No difference of origin or colour can now prevail to keep the two castes apart. Where the driver and the gaoler once bore sway, the lash resounds no more ; nor does the clank of the chain any more fall upon the troubled ear; the fetter has ceased to gall the vexed limb, and the very mark disappears which for awhile it had left. I do not deny that danger exists—I admit it to be not far distant from our path. You have gone too far if you stop here and go no further; you are in imminent hazard if, having loosened the fetters, you do not strike them off -if, leaving them ineffectual to restrain, you let them remain to gall, to irritate, and to goad. Beware of that