Mock me not, spirit. I have deeply erred, SPIRIT. Raise thy hopes, and cease thy woe, To chase the darkness of thy heart; Thy immortality is mine. SCENE. A magnificent saloon. Time, evening. Francesco alone. The moon is up, shedding its silvery light They haunt my soul, and indistinctly tell Which I have bartered, would but seem as one And thus I live, while pomp and state surround, Than the first moment when my hopeless doom Spirit of Evil! I have given to thee My soul eternally, and in exchange Thou gav'st me wealth, and power, and many days; But now I call on thee, and do but ask, While they pass o'er me, that I may forget The dreadful terms on which I purchased them. Mysterious being! I feel thy hand Press on my heartstrings, and thy withering touch Thrills through my every vein-speak-bring me peace. SPIRIT. The promise made thee hath been given, And in thy breast wild passion reigned, M. B. S. STANZAS. Too long a time mine eyes have been Full brightly, when the morning dawned But when its sun had ceased to shine, And the freezing blasts of evening came, But then its sun arose again, And shed his warmth once more, And its waters sported in his beams As they had done before; So may my sun revive again, Then why should I despair? Why yield myself, as now I do, To sorrow and to care? I will be joyful, I will live In hopes of days more bright, And smile, though overwhelmed in gloom, K. A VISIT TO WATERLOO. EVERY one visits Waterloo, and I shall never forget the day when it was my fortune to make a pilgrimage to its plains. It was a sunny morning, and stepping into a 'petit voiture avec deux chevaux,' we left fair Brussels-busy and stirring, as though it had never been the theatre of war and conquest. As we drove through the Place Royale and the Porte de Namur, I could not avoid contrasting my feelings with what those of the brave men must have been, who, thirteen years before, hurried over the same road and towards the same destination. We were going, on a party of pleasure, to tread upon soil, consecrated by British heroism, with all the enthusiasm and rapture which such a visit is supposed to enkindle; and they had passed along, unknowing what fate was marked for them, and feeling that the destiny of the world hung upon the issue of the fight. The road from Brussels to Waterloo, which is distant twelve miles, is exceedingly interesting. The immediate neighbourhood of the city combines that romantic character of scenery, with that wealthy and tasteful elegance, which distinguish the environs of this handsome capital. For the first mile and a half the way is bordered by a number of splendid villas, hanging above the road and breaking upon the view, in constant and beautifu variety: after which appears the magnificent forest of Soignée, which accompanies the traveller for eight successive miles. It is not possible to conceive a more imposing effect than the venerable trees which compose this extensive wood, shading off the intensity of the sun, and giving additional freshness to the air of the morning, are calculated to produce. As we deployed from the forest, the church of Waterloo greeted our view, and the little village gradually opened upon us. As a village, it has nothing to recommend it: a few houses strung together, without order or much attraction of situation. As we had not breakfasted before our departure from Brussels, we were glad to partake of the hospitality of the hostess of the Hotel d'Angleterre, a small country inn, which is placed opposite the house where the Marquis of Anglesea underwent the amputation of his leg; and nearly opposite the parish church, where twelve simple monumental slabs record the names and rank of the British officers who fell at Waterloo. Our hostess was bustling with animation and spirits, profuse in her civilities, and most distressing in her anxiety to furnish us with plates and charts of the field. She was, without exception, the drollest compound of character that I ever met in such a situation. Of low and rather stunted stature, her eye and whole countenance sparkled with life; and the rapidity with which she modulated her tones from gay to grave was exceedingly humorous. It was necessary to specify that we should dine with her, but no fish was to be had, no vegetables she should send to Brussels for every thing indeed she was afraid that it would be impossible to procure any thing for dinner; but still she hoped, that, when we returned, we should have something before us. While standing at the door of the inn we were accosted by an able, stout-looking man, wearing a blue smock frock, and speaking English indifferently well. He had been guide to the Duke of Wellington and the Brunswick officers on the day of the 18th; and as it was probable that he was acquainted with the localities, we engaged him as our cicerone, for the sum of five francs. : He mounted the dickey of our carriage, we drove through the village, and he commenced his detail. We were now on the ground which had trembled beneath the tread of Britain's chivalry, which had echoed to their shouts and their groans, and had been witness to the greatest and most important victory of modern times the conviction was enthusiasm itself! The field of battle is almost two English miles from the village, which confers upon it its name; and as we passed through the latter, we were shown the tavern where the Duke of Wellington had his head quarters, |