Buried together in common wreck,
As is the custom, when the last
Of any princely house has passed,
And thrice, as with a trumpet-blast,
A herald shouted down the stair
The words of warning and despair,-
"O Hoheneck! O Hoheneck!"

However his retirement appears to have been only to the Odenwald, one of his farms, and to live with some of his tenants, who unappalled

[By fear of death or priestly word,

Have him beneath their watch and ward.

We next have the prince on his farm, reading a legend of an old monk, while Elsie, the daughter of his tenant, is in the distance, gathering flowers. This is a legend of Wales, and has reference to the overflowing of "Cantrev y Gwaelod." It must be remembered that a Welshman no sooner forgets the "tales of his father land," than the Switzer the sweet strains of the "Ranz des Vaches" of his native Alps. We should like to give our readers the original of this, but our kind editor tells us we

Walter, when they are about leaving the must do this in a note, which we will here

castle, desires his friend to fill him

a goblet of May-drink,

As aromatic as the May From which it steals the breath away, And which he loved so well of yore. This, taken in connection with the former scene, would strongly intimate the habits of the prince. His intemperance had possibly led to his retirement from society. Asylums in the present day afford the useful protection and seclusion of the ancestral estates of that age. Had he been a NewYorker, he doubtless would have been committed as "a suitable case for treatment to the State Lunatic Asylum, at Utica."While Hubert is absent hunting among tankards for the May-drink, Walter, from the parapet, takes a view of the surrounding country, and indulges in the following reverie:

the

The day is done; and slowly from the scene
The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts,
And puts them back into his golden quiver!
Below me in the valley, deep and green
As goblets are, from which in thirsty draughts
We drink its wine, the swift and mantling river
Flows on triumphant through these lovely re-
gions,

Etched with the shadows of its sombre mar-
gent,

And soft, reflected clouds of gold and argent!
Yes, there it flows, for ever, broad and still,
As when the vanguard of the Roman legions
First saw it from the top of yonder hill!
How beautiful it is! Fresh fields of wheat.
Vineyard, and town, and tower with fluttering
flag,

The consecrated chapel on the crag,

And the white hamlet gathered round its base,
Like Mary sitting at her Saviour's feet,
And looking up at his beloved face!
O friend!

O best of friends! Thy absence

Still

after. It grieves us to find our genii thus
maimed, and limping through transcenden-
tal, speculative, catholic Germany.
there is in Longfellow's version of the le-
gend such simplicity, such child-like dream-
ing, and is withal such an old favourite, that
we quote the principal occurrence :

Prince H, reading. One morning, all alone,
Out of his convent of gray stone,
Into the forest older, darker, grayer,
His lips moving as if in prayer,
His head sunken upon his breast
As in a dream of rest,
Walked the Monk Felix.

And lo! he heard

The sudden singing of a bird,

A snow-white bird, that from a cloud
Dropped down,

And among the branches brown
Sat singing

So sweet, and clear, and loud,

It seemed a thousand harp-strings ringing.
And the Monk Felix closed his book,
And long, long,

With rapturous look,
He listened to the song,

And hardly breathed or stirred,
Until he saw, as in a vision,
The land Elysian,

And in the heavenly city heard
Angelic feet

Fall on the golden flagging of the street.
And he would fain

Have caught the wondrous bird,

But strove in vain;

For it flew away, away,
Far over hill and dell,

POETRY.

Prince H. Then the Celestial Bridegroom
Will come for thee also.

Upon thy forehead he will place,
Not his crown of thorns,

But a crown of roses.

In thy bridal chamber,

Like Saint Cecilia,

Thou shalt hear sweet music,

And breathe the fragrance

Of flowers immortal!

Go now and place these flowers
Before her picture.

But we find ourselves at the limit of our

space, and must defer until the next number the further consideration of the "Golden Legend."

ASYLUMIA.

THOUGHTS ON EUROPEAN GOVERNMENTS.

make the best and most of the circumstances in which we happen to be. It is impolitic to express disaffection or dissatisfaction amid the overwhelming power that Sovereigns absolutely possess. "Better far to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven," like Milton's Angel, for some ambitious spirits; but better far, in our opinion, to serve God and honor the King and Government where we live, and thereby secure the prospective protection of the one, and the present of the other, or indeed in the performance of incumbent duty, meet the approbation of Heaven and its children.

Palaces and splendor of appearance are not always the most attractive. There is an innate principle of nature that tends to beyond the stars, that urges around to high pursuit, that prompts to endeavors, that give a character whose lustre sometimes far outweighs that of potentates, or their mansions. "There is a house not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens," so splendid that its drapery reflects the golden tints of the NewJerusalem, coming down from the Great God, which is often the aspiration of the true believer in Religion. May we, dear Opalians, dwell there when our earthly house and tabernacle shall be dissolved,- Does it not appear madness, in persons to when the mutability of earthly scenes, and set up for themselves in the domain of the of man, shall be exchanged for those of the Czar or his neighbor? Are they not bound, immutable reliances of God. who dwell therein, to sustain themselves. Austria is an important country, and its amid the laws and rights and privileges, by history rushes upon the mind, at the men-subjecting to their supervision; rather than tion of its name, as having been one of the allied powers to suppress Napoleon, as being the birth place of Buonaparte's wife, and as always giving powerful aid and influence to the great family of European Nations.Its former condition was of great interest, as connected in the revulsions of mighty Empires-and its present state, as having an effect upon the prospects and happiness of myriads.

Like most, or many of our Ambassadors, Hon. Mr. William H. Stiles, has written a work of this nation, and the attention of our readers is particularly called thereunto.His views of foreign governments, as well as of our own, are just, and tend to enlighten the mind, and interest the heart.

provoking to wrath, which engendereth strife to no good purpose whatsoever; and then, if vituperation in the wholesale quantities, served against the majesty of Thrones, should awake their ire, it would be no wonder, and there could be no blame attached to them, if they should hurl to annihilation those who seek notoriousness by being connected with some great event or name,— rather than by the well ordered conversation and conduct of good citizens.

Shall

"Oh Liberty! Oh sound, once delightful to every Roman Ear-once sacred, but now trampled upon-what then! shall an inferior magistrate, bind, torture with red hot plates of iron, and at last put to the infamous death of the cross, a Roman Citizen? Do you not believe there are pure neither the cries of innocence expiring in hearts in the very thraldom of European agony, nor the tears of pitying spectators, dynasty? Do you not think there are nor the majesty of the Roman Commonfirm-minded, pure hearted patriots amid the wealth, restrain the licentious and wanton selfishness of dynasty. Yes, and like cruelty of a monster, who in spite of his wounded plants, breathe sweetest out of riches, strikes at the root of liberty, and sets their wofulness. Never advocating the doc-mankind at defiance?" Now this is ancient trine of the "Divine Right of Kings," still declamation, and exhibits rather an unfavorit seems more consanant with prudence, to' able view of rational freedom, but we re

joice that now, even in the shambles of tyranny, there is a decent respect to the opinions of mankind, which augurs well of the respectability of the reigning sovereigns of the world.

Oh, envy not the glittering gem,
That sparkles in the diadem-
Or binds the regal brow,—

Not even the honored Diadem of her Ma-
jesty.

Freedom and Freemen are hackneyed themes for Orators. All the Schools and

The most politic method for ambitious When a person jumps over to the "fast freemen in Europe, is to migrate to the New anchored Isle,” he breathes differently than Countries in America, and like Kossuth, he does in the continent, the dismal humid-travel all over the republic, arousing the inity of the atmosphere, and the phlegmasia of terests by an eloquence inspiring, and co-exthe people tends to breathings not altogether tensive with palpitations of freemen. Grecian; but still, the Magna Charta, the Parliament, and the general character of the English People seems to be a sure presentiment of the permanency of its freeness, and of the powerful and grand influence of the virtue and knowledge of a now glorious nation. Stronger and stronger are the ties, which bind an Englishman to his Home, the model for all the world; stronger should be the attachment as he summons to his recollection the memorable incidents in her annals, and not a Son or a Daughter of her but should be ready to exclaim with her amiable Cowper

Women have had great influence in Europe, Maria Theresa, Josephine and Victoria. The Queen of England is decidedly the best Monarch of her sex since the Au

gustan age, and a halo of glory encircles her brow more brilliant than her diadem. She of Spain may be something, but alas! the Isabellas are scarce.

I was wishing that the Prince of Wales would be his Mother's Baby, until he had imbibed the true old English spirit his mother inherits. Fisher Ames of America was not weaned from his mother until a year before he entered Harvard; and his character partook of a puritanism, whose soul had been renovated at the shrine of lofty devotions. So the Prince may, by taking the Mother's Pap, become better prepared for the Throne, and perhaps may modify the views that prejudice engendered,

Colleges have sent forth their best essays on these subjects, to the enlightenment of the human mind, but in Kossuth's mouth they seem to be as inspiring and new as ever.He is surely entitled to all the attentions he receives, and since he was greeted to our shores, by the lamented, scientific, and patriotic Dr. Doane, as the "Noble Magyar," there has been one uniform desire to promote the true interests of liberty abroad, by attending more particularly to those of American citizens. His welcome by Congress was a sure guarantee of his career, notwithstanding he had left Commodore Morgan and Mr. Kinney, and in his own individual responsibility approached the shores of England and America.

What the particular object of the Magyar's visit can be, we know not, unless it be to look out for a home for the oppressed among the beautiful prairies of the west, where independence can be secured to the humblest Hungarian who writhes under the oppression of the Czar or his satellites.

Kossuth will not, indeed, if he returns to Europe be able to accomplish the independence of his beloved Hungary, yet the prayers and good wishes of every enlightened friend to humanity will accompany his progressive exertions.

The people of New-York did much for the Greeks, and so did the people of the United States, whose chief grandeur and glory consists in the advancement of virtuous freedom, and who will lend their endeavor to the good cause which the Ex-Governor so eloquently espouses.