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Or the unmeaning laugh of vapid mirth
Before theSpirit to Bethesda's pool
Wisdom heaven-taught, and Virtue strong in Faith."
Lord John's translation from the Odyssey contains Jove's message by Mercury to Calypso. We think it possesses no small share of Homer's circumstantial manner of description, conveyed in English aptly chosen.
"The golden sandals on his feet he tied,
Wing'd and immortal, by whose aid he darts,
Then grasped the wand, whose magic power imparts
With other aim, the weary mortal starts
Thence from the mountain's top, with one light fling,
From time to time, so too did Mercury lave
He reached the distant isle, where, in a cave,
Round the green isle its pleasant odour spread;
And as she sung, she wove the golden thread;
Of cypress, ash, and poplar, reared its head:
Together rise, but diff'rent ways escape;
Flourish uncheck'd; a god approaching near
One moment Hermes paused; within the cave
Of him she met; such sense immortals have,
What happy errand gives me such a guest?
My cave: be frank, and tell me thy behest,
Ambrosia and red nectar, Hermes took
Our last extract shall be the most lengthened of any yet given; but it cannot well bear to be broken up, nor will any one think it too extended. It is by Mr. Landor, and has for title "Luther's Parents." Besides its dramatic power, and a felicitous shadowing forth of two characters, the scene is highly engaging, and poetically sustained. Indeed, with our other specimens this dialogue should recommend "The Tribute" to a multitude of readers. It will adorn and enrich any library in the land.
"John Luther. I left thee, Margaretta, fast asleep,
Come, blush not again: thy cheeks
So, in few months
Margaretta. And, in my dream, I blushed!
No, not of you.
John. No matter; for methinks some seraphs wing
Methinks it did,
And stirr'd my soul within.
How could you go And never say good-bye, and give no kiss? John. It might have waken'd thee. I can give more Kisses than sleep: so thinking, I heav'd up Slowly my elbow from above the pillow, And, when I saw it woke thee not, went forth. Marg. I would have been awaken'd for a kiss, And a good-bye, or either, if not both. John. Thy dreams were not worth much then. Marg. Few dreams are;
By my troth! I will intrench upon
I have got more from dreams a hundred-fold
So have I,
John. What was it then? for when good dreams befall
Shake not those ringlets nor let down those eyes,
John. Crystalline kitchens, amber-basted spits
And swans, that might, so plump and pleasant-looking,
Swim in the water from the mouths of knights;
And ostrich-eggs off coral woods (the nests
And mortar'd well, for safety-sake, with myrrh) Serv'd up in fern leaves green before the flood? Marg. Stuff! you will never guess it, I am sure. John. No? and yet these are well worth dreaming of. Marg. Try once again. John.
Faith! it is kind to let me.
And music from basaltic organ-pipes
What canst thou mean?
A wench, a wench.....
I said a boy.
A boy were not like thee.
And call him Martin (his own name), because
Enough to work on in this house of our's.
So do all dreams, ere past.
Aye, twist my fingers,
Basketing them to hold it.
John. I shall be.
I doubt I should.
And look both ways, but see more heaven than earth:
But tottering shapes, in purple filagree,
John. They frighten'd thee!
Marg. Frighten'd me! no: the infant's strength prevail'd.
Some offer'd flowers, and some held cups behind,
He knew all;
I knew he did.
He knew and laught!
He sought his mother's breast,
A dream! a dream indeed!
All the room
Was fill'd with light and gladness.
He shall be
God forbid they lead
I have such hopes, full hopes, hopes overflowed.
With chain enough to hold our mastiff by,
Thou fain would'st have him. Out of dirt so stiff,
Marg. If proud and cruel to the weak, and bent
To turn all blessings from their even course
Never be great, with collar, cross, and chain;
ART. V.- The Prison-House Unmasked: in a Letter to Her Most Gracious Majesty, shewing that Arrest and Imprisonment for Debt are Violations of Magna Charta, and therefore Illegal; and also the Cruelty and Inutility of the Present System. Second Edition. By RUNNEYMEDE SECUNDUS. London J. Hatchard & Son. 1837. THERE has of late years been a constantly increasing anxiety on the part of the British nation in reference to the law of arrest and imprisonment for debt, which, there can be no doubt, will, ere long, produce most important alterations. The general inefficacy, and the monstrous cruelty of the system, have often been proved by argu