A EGREGIE Cose il forte animo accendono Aure pregne di vita, e pe' lavacri Che da' suoi gioghi a te versa Apennino! Di luce limpidissima i tuoi colli Mille di fiori al ciel mandano incensi; E tu prima, Firenze, udivi il carme E tu i cari parenti e l'idioma Desti a quel dolce di Calliope labbro || Che Amore, in Grecia nudo, e nudo in Roma, D'un velo candidissimo adornando, Rendea nel grembo a Venere celeste : *Macchiavelli. Galileo Galilei. 1 Petrarca. + Michel Angelo Buonarotti. Dante Alghieri. Armi e sontanze t' invadeano ed are Quindi trarrem gli auspicj.-Ea questi marmi Irato a' parti numi, errava muto Ove Arno è più deserto, i campi e il cielo E nutria contro a' Persi in Maratona, Scalpitanti su gli elmi a' moribondi, E pianto ed inni, e delle Parche il canto. TRANSLATION. ON THE TOMBS OF ILLUSTRIOUS MEN IN THE CHURCH OF S. CROCE, IN FLORENCE. IN yon pale urns, O Pindemonte, lies All of the good and glorious dead that dies: * Alfieri + Macchiavel. + Michel Angelo Buonarotti. Galileo Galilei. Whence first the Briton learnt so bold a flight, Breathes up to heaven. Sweet Florence! it was thine Entranced utter that harmonious spell Which calm'd th' indignant heart nought else could quell. As hers-the Muse he worshipp'd-who array'd Love, who of old through Greece and Rome had stray'd With limbs ungarmented, in robe so fair, That beauty's breast took back the wanderer, where A god more worthy of so sweet a shrine. But holier blessings, purer praise be thine, Frowning on fate, here too Vittorio § came Eternity dwells with these mighty ones! Goes forth.-Ah! yes, from out this holy shrine Kindling the valor of old Greece that blaz'd Dante Alighieri. + Petrarch. + Calliope. Alfieri. Her foes, when sacred Athens fell a prey "Tis said, as erst along th' Eubean deep, The rush of shrieking steeds, with heedless hoof Nov. 1838. SONNETS COMPOSED IN TRAVE L. BY THE REV. HENRY ALFORD. No. I. HADDON HALL, DERBYSHIRE. NOT fond displays of cost, nor pampered train Nor mirrored halls, nor roofs with gilding bright, As these time-honoured walls, crowning the plain And figures dim, inwoven in the grain Of dusky tapestry. I love to muse In present peace, on days of pomp and strife; The daily struggles of our human life, Seen through Time's veil, their selfish colouring lose; As here the glaring beams of outer day Through ivy-shadowed oriels softened play. FLOATING REMEMBRANCES. BY THE OLD SAILOR. No. 1. THERE'S many a cockney in the metropolis whose knowledge of the geography of his country is solely derived from seeing the mail coaches start from the General Post-office, and then the extent of his information merely amounts to this, that most of them travel different roads. I have often stood of an evening and witnessed the assembling of the royal carriages with feelings that it is impossible to describe;-there they were, the carriers of news, literature, commerce, business, joy, peace, pleasure, love, disaster, distress, misery, pain; in short all that could sweeten or embitter the cup of human life,—and often bearing the announcements of death to the bereaved, and not unfrequently conveying the warrant of execution for the living. The clock strikes eight and away they go, each towards its destination, with its varied freight of happiness or wretchedness. But what is London when compared with Paris in this particular. In the former we read upon the coach doors the names of places, which taking the metropolis as the central point radiate from it to every part of the island, but they go no further; whilst in Paris may be seen, "to Petersburg”—“ to Moscow"-" to Berlin"—" to Amsterdam"-" to Stockholmn" to the Hague"-" to Hanover"- -"to Warsaw”—“ to Vienna”—“ to Rome"-" to Madrid "-and thus the ideas which in London were confined to England-in Paris expand themselves throughout the whole of Europe, with grand and thrilling interest. But do I stop here, awarding the preference to France, because of our confined and insular position? No!-and why? Because my country stands pre-eminent in nautical fame-because I have merely mentioned land carriage with its associations in the mind-because I have only yet spoken of the British isle and Europe, whilst a wider field than both combined lies open to the view. If the departure of the mails on their several tracks is calculated to excite the musings of the moralist, what must be his sensations on visiting the numerous docks in the neighbourhood of the metropolis, or at Liverpool, and reading on the several boards exhibited in the rigging of the vessels, "To Calcutta"-" to Canton"-" to South Australia"— "to Van Dieman's Land "-" to Otaheite"-" to Lima"-" to the River Plate"-"to Rio Janeiro"-"to Bahia"-" to Maranham"-" to Demerara" E |