1 Somewhat like the symplegma of Cupid and Psyche attinum, tom. ii. tab. 43, 44. There are few subjects on which Florence, in which the position of Psyche's hand is finely and poetry could be more interestingly employed than in illusdelicately expressive of affection. See the Museum Floren- trating some of these ancient statues and gems.

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Ah! that I could, at once, forget

Oh! say, is it thus, in the mirth-bringing hour,
All, all that haunts me so—

When friends are assembled, when wit, in full
And yet, thou witching girl,
and yet,

flower, To die were sweeter than to let

Shoots forth from the lip, under Bacchus's dew,
The loved remembrance go.

In blossoms of thought ever springing and new

Do you sometimes remeinber, and hallow the brim
No; if this slighted heart must see

Of your cup with a sigh, as you crown it to him
Its faithful pulse decay,

Who is lonely and sad in these valleys so fair,
Oh let it die, rememb'ring thee,

And would pine in elysium, if friends were not And, like the burnt aroma, be

there! Consumed in sweets away.

Last night, when we came from the Calabash.

Tree,
When my limbs were at rest and my spirit was free,
The glow of the grape and the dreams of the day
Set the magical springs of my fancy in play,
And oh,—such a vision has haunted me then
I would slumber for ages to witness again.

The many I like and the few I adore,
JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.

The friends who were dear and beloved before,
But never till now so beloved and dear,

At the call of my fancy, surrounded me here;
“ The daylight is gone—but, before we depart, And soon, -oh, at once, did the light of their smike
“ One cup shall go round to the friend of my heart, To a paradise brighten this region of isles ;
“ The kindest, the dearest-oh! judge by the tear More lucid the wave, as they look'd on it, flow'd,
“ I now shed while I name him, how kind and how And brighter the rose, as they gather'd it, glow'd.
dear."

Not the valleys Heræan, (though water'd by rills

Of the pearliest flow, from those pastoral hills, 'Twas thus in the shade of the Calabash-Tree, Where the Song of the Shepherd, primeval and wild, With a few, who could feel and remember like me, Was taught to the nymphs by their mystical child,) The charm that, to sweeten my goblet, I threw Could boast such a lustre o'er land and o'er wave Was a sigh to the pas“ and a blessing on you. As the magic of love to this paradise gave.

ΤΟ

FROM BERMUDA.

1 Pinkerton has said that “a good history and description lishment of a marine academy for the instruction of those of the Bermudas might afford a pleasing addition to the geo- children of West Indians, who might be intended for any graphical library;" but there certainly are not materials for nautical employment. This was a more rational iden, and such a work. The island, since the time of its discovery, for something of this nature the island is admirably calculahas experienced so very few vicissitudes, the people have ted. But the plan should be much more extensive, and enbeen so indolent, and their trade so limited, that there is but Jittle which the historian could amplify into importance; and,

brace a general system of education; which would relieve

the colonists from the alternative to which they are reduced with respect to the natural productions of the country, the at present, of either sending their sons to England for infew which the lohabitants can be induced to cultivate are so struction, or intrusting them to colleges in the states of common in the West Indies, that they have been described America, where ideas, by no means favorable to Great Britby every naturalis, who has written any account of those ain, are very sedulously inculcated. islands.

The women of Bermuda, though not generally handsome, It is often asserted by the trans-Atlantic politicians that this little colony deserves more attention from the mother-country is always interesting. What the French imply by their epi

have an affectionate languor in their look and manner, which than it receives, and it certainly possesses advantages of sit

thet aimante seems very inuch the character of the young uation, to which we should not be long insensible if it were

Bermudian girls—that predisposition to loving, which, with: once in the hands of an enemy. I was told by a celebrated out being awakened by any particular object, diffuses itsell friend of Washington, at New York, that they had formed a

through the general manner in a tone of tenderness that plan for its capture towards the conclusion of the American never fails to fascinate. The men of the island, I confess, War; “with the intention (as he expressed himself) of ma- are not very civilized: and the old philosopher, who imaking it a nest of hornets for the annoyance of British trade in gined that, after this life, men would be changed into mules

, that part of the world.” And there is no doubt it lies so con

and women into turtle doves, would find the metamorphosis veniently in the track to the West Indies, that an enemy might in some degree anticipated at Bermuda. with ease convert it into a very harassing impediment.

175

Oh magic of love! unembellish'd by you,
Hath the garden a blush or the landscape a hue ?
Or shines there a vista in nature or art,
Like that which Love opes thro' the eye to the heart ?

And while remembrance springs to her,
I watch the sails and sighing say,

Thus, my boy! thus.

Alas, that a vision so happy should fade!
That, when morning around me in brilliancy play'd,
The rose and the stream I had thought of at night
Should still be before me, unfadingly bright;
While the friends, who had seem'd to hang over the

stream,
And to gather the roses, had fled with my dream.

But see, the wind draws kindly aft,

All hands are up the yards to square,
And now the floating stu’n-sails waft

Our stately ship through waves and air.
Oh! then I think that yet for me

Some breeze of fortune thus may spring,
Some breeze to waft me, love, to theo
And in that hope I smiling sing,

Steady, boy ! 80

But look, where, all ready, in sailing array,
The bark that's to carry these pages away,'
Impatiently flutters her wing to the wind,
And will soon leave these islets of Ariel behind.
What billows, what gales is she fated to prove,
Ere she sleep in the lee of the land that I love !
Yet pleasant the swell of the billows would be,
And the roar of those gales would be music to me.
Not the tranquillest air that the winds ever blew,
Not the funniest tears of the summer-eve dew,
Were as sweet as the storm, or as bright as the foam
Of the surge, that would hurry your wanderer home.

no

THE FIRE-FLY.'

Ar morning, when the earth and sky

Are glowing with the light of spring,
We see thee not, thou humble fly!

Nor think upon thy gleaming wing.

But when the skies have lost their hus,

And sunny lights no longer play,
Oh then we see and bless thee too

For sparkling o'er the dreary way.

Thus let me hope, when lost to me

The lights that now my life illume,
Some milder joys may come, like thee,

To cheer, if not to warm, the gloom!

Wiex freshly blows the northern gale,

And under courses snug we fly; Or when light breezes swell the sail,

And royal: soudly sweep the sky; 'Longside the wneel, unwearied still

I stand, and, as my watchful eye Doth mark the needle's faithful thrill, I think of her I love, and cry,

Port, my boy! port.

TO

THE LORD VISCOUNT FORBES.

FROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON.

When calms delay, or breezes blow

Right from the point we wish to steer ;
When by the wind close-hauld we go,

And strive in vain the port to near ;
I think 'tis thus the fates defer
My bliss with one that's far away,

IF former times had never left a trace
Of human frailty in their onward race,
Nor o'er their pathway written, as they ran,
One dark memorial of the crimes of man;
If every age, in new unconscious prime,
Rose like a phenix, from the fires of time,

A ship, ready to sail for England.

Set of which was the Admiral, Sir Andrew Mitchell, who

a company with the Cambrian and Leander, aboard the lat-
Tlen Bermuda in the Boston about the middle of April, fire-flies light up the woods at night, gives quite an idea of

* The lively and varying illumination, with which these

enchantment. "Puis ces mouches se développant de l'obvdes his year between Halifax and Bermuda, and is the

scurité de ces arbres et s'approchant de nous, nous les voyTers soal of society and good-fellowship to both. We sepa

ions sur les orangers voisins, qu'ils mettoient tout en feu, ated in a few days, and the Boston, after a short cruise, avoit ravie," &c. &c.See L'Histoire des Antilles, art. 2,

nous rendant la vue de leurs beaux fruits dorés que la nuit
chap. 4, liv. i.

Ah! that I could, at once, forget

Oh! say, is it thus, in the mirth-bringing hour, All, all that haunts me 80

When friends are assembled, when wit, in fu And yet, thou witching girl, -and yet,

flower, To die were sweeter than to let

Shoots forth from the lip, under Bacchus's dew, The loved remembrance go.

In blossoms of thought ever springing and new

Do you sometimes remeinber, and hallow the brim No; if this slighted heart must see

Of your cup with a sigh, as you crown it to him Its faithful pulse decay,

Who is lonely and sad in these valleys so fair, Oh let it die, rememb’ring thee,

And would pine in elysium, if friends were no And, like the burnt aroma, be

there! Consumed in sweets away.

Last night, when we came from the Calabash!

Tree,
When my limbs were at rest and my spirit was free
The glow of the grape and the dreams of the day
Set the magical springs of my fancy in play,
And oh,

such a vision has haunted me then I would slumber for ages to witness again.

The many I like and the few I adore,
JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.

The friends who were dear and beloved before,

But never till now so beloved and dear,
FROM BERMUDA.

At the call of my fancy, surrounded me here; “The daylight is gone—but, before we depart, And soon,-oh, at once, did the light of their smile “One cup shall go round to the friend of my heart, To a paradise brighten this region of isles; “ The kindest, the dearest-oh! judge by the tear More lucid the wave, as they look'd on it, flow'd, “ I now shed while I name him, how kind and how And brighter the rose, as they gather'd it, glow'd. dear."

Not the valleys Herwan, (though water'd by rills

Of the pearliest flow, from those pastoral hills, 'Twas thus in the shade of the Calabash-Tree, Where the Song of the Shepherd, primeval and wild With a few, who could feel and remember like me, Was taught to the nymphs by their mystical child,) The charm that, to sweeten my goblet, I threw

Could boast such a lustre o'er land and o'er wave Was a sigh to the pas and a blessing on you.

As the magic of love to this paradise gave.

TO

I Pinkerton has said that" a good history and description | lishment of a marine academy for the instruction of thos of the Bermudas might afford a pleasing addition to the geo children of West Indians, who might be intended for an graphical library;" but there certainly are not materials for nautical employment. This was a more rational idea, an such a work. The island, since the time of its discovery, for something of this nature the island is admirably calcula has experienced so very few vicissitudes, the people have ted. But the plan should be much more extensive, and em been so indolent, and their trade so limited, that there is but brace a general system of education; which would relier little which the historian could amplify into importance; and, the colonists from the alternative to which they are reduce with respect to the natural productions of the country, the at present, of either sending their sons to England for in few which the inhabitants can be induced to culuivate are so struction, or intrusting them to colleges in the states e common in the West Indies, that they have been described America, where ideas, by no means favorable to Great Brid by every naturalis: who has written any account of those ain, are very sedulously inculcated. islands.

The women of Bermuda, though not generally handsome It is often asserted by:he trans-Atlantic politicians that this have an affectionate languor in their look and manner, which little colony deserves more attention from the mother country is always interesting. What the French imply by their epi than it receives, and it certainly possesses advantages of sit- | thet aimante seems very inuch the character of the youn uation, to which we should not be long insensible if it were Bermudian girls—that predisposition to loving, which, with once in the hands of an enemy. I was told by a celebrated out being awakened by any particular object, ditluses itse friend of Washington, at New York, that they had formed a through the general manner in a tone of tenderness tha plan for its capture towards the conclusion of the American never fails to fascinate. The men of the island, I confess War; “ with the intention (as he expressed himself) of ma are not very civilized: and the old philosopher, who ima king it a nest of hornets for the annoyance of British trade in gined that, after this life, men would be changed into mules that part of the world." And there is no doubt it lies so con and women into turtle doves, would fi:d the metamorphosi veniently in the track to the West Indies, that an enemy might | in some degree anticipated at Bermuda. with ease convert it into a very harassing impediment. 2 Mountains of Sicily, upon which Daphnis, the first in

The plan of Bishop Berkeley for a college at Bermuda, where ventor of bucolic poetry, was nursed by the nymphs. See th American savages might be converted and educated, though lively description of these mountains in Diodorus Sicuing concurred in by the government of the day, was a wild and 11b. iv. Hραια γαρ ορη κατα την Σικελιαν εστιν, α εισι και aseiess speculation. Mr. Hamilton, who was governor of the det, k. 1. d. island some years since, proposed, if I mistake not, the estab

Oh magic of love! unembellish'd by you,
Hath the garden a blush or the landscape a hue ?
Or shines there a vista in nature or art,
Like that which Love opes thro' the eye to the heart ?

And while remembrance springs to her,
I watch the sails and sighing say,

Thus, my boy! thus.

But see,

Alas, that a vision so happy should fade !
That, when morning around me in brilliancy play'd,
The rose and the stream I had thought of at night
Should still be before me, unfadingly bright;
While the friends, who had seem'd to hang over the

stream,
And to gather the roses, had fled with my dream.

the wind draws kindly aft,
All hands are up the yards to square,
And now the floating stu’n-sails waft

Our stately ship through waves and air.
Oh! then I think that yet for me

Some breeze of fortune thus may spring, Some breeze to waft me, love, to theeAnd in that hope I smiling sing,

Steady, boy ! 80

no

But look, where, all ready, in sailing array,
The bark that's to carry these pages away,'
Impatiently flutters her wing to the wind,
And will soon leave these islets of Ariel behind.
What billows, what gales is she fated to prove,
Ere she sleep in the lee of the land that I love !
Yet pleasant the swell of the billows would be,
And the roar of those gales would be music to me.
Not the tranquillest air that the winds ever blew,
Not the sunniest tears of the summer-eve dew,
Were as sweet as the storm, or as bright as the foam
Of the surge, that would hurry your wanderer home.

THE FIRE-FLY.'

At morning, when the earth and sky

Are glowing with the light of spring,
We see thee not, thou humble fly!

Nor think upon thy gleaming wing.

But when the skies have lost their huo,

And sunny lights no longer play,
Oh then we see and bless thee too

For sparkling o'er the dreary way.

THE