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• The clock had told ics longest tale' A NIGHT WALK
before I set off :
no part of the IN APRIL
company were going my way, so that I was quite uninterrupted in my
ideas, as I paced homewards. April By 7. M. L.
had wept but once this day, and that Night, sable Goddess! from her ebon was over a beautiful violet, which throne,
the fervid ray of Sol had nearly In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. withered; but the kindly drops had Silence, how dead! and darkness, how pro cheered the drooping sufferer, and found!
restored him back to blooming Nor eye, nor lise’ning ear, an object finds; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
health tulness. The paths were, on or life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; this account, tolerably dry, and An awful pause! prophetic of her end !' though I could not discern the beau
ties that Spring had begun to spread APRIL had for some days led the around, I could yet feel her genial infant steps of Spring, and had be- intluence in every breath of air. The gun to clothe the world in her drapéry night was dark and starless, but of green, when I commenced my perfectly serene, and very pleasant; present night walk; in which I am it was so silently still, that I might precluded, by the time of it, from have said with Hurdis, describing
"A whisper is too loud for solitude • The lab'rer trudging to his daily task;
So mute and still.'
It must have been a similar night
So have I gone at night, Now, all such as him had long When the faint eye of day was hardly clos'd, been stretched in slumber; for it was
And curn'd the grating key which kept che
door the time when
Of church, or chapel, to enjoy alone
The mournful horrors which impending * Silence soothes the woc-worn mind,
night A balm to sorrow's wound is giv'n ; And painted windows shed, along the dark Religion leaves this world behind,
And scarce-to-be-distinguish d aisle. My And soars on seraph wings to heav'n.'
foot MURRAY. Has stood and paus’d, half startled at the
sound I had been at a friend's house, about Of its own tip-toe pace. I've held my breach, three miles from London, to a dance;
And been offended that my nimble heart
Should thrub so audibly.. I wou.d not bear yet not to one,
Aught else disturb ine silent reign of death,
Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock. • Where crowded ball-rooms fascinate the
That calls me home, and leads the pious soul train,
Through mazes of reflection, till she feels Who worship Folly in each varying mood;, For whom and why she lives. Yecimid fair, Where blazing chandeliers, with shining light I never saw the shecked ghost steal by, That fain would mimic morning's vivid I never heard th' imprison's dead complain, beam,
And gibber in my ear, though I have lov'd Guide the light-footed throng in mazy dance;' The yawning time of night, and travellid
round but to one given in commemoration And round again the mansions of the dead. of my friend's union with Eliza, his Yet have I heard, what fancy well mighs
deem present wife; the handsomest and. Sufficient proof of both; the prowling owl best of womeni
Sweep by, and with a hideous shriek awake
The church-yard echo, and I too have stood Soothing in the influence of a calm Harrowed and speechless at the dismal night, io a bosom that can feel. sound.'
HURDis. Peace, though, should be its inmate,
for despair is but increased by the As I went on, methought it was placid siillness of everything around; a night well suited for the lone ihe recollection of recent, and per. maiden whose lover is no more to haps severe disappointments, rush seek the sea-shore, and thus com- upon the mind, and rouse feelings plain :
almost too pungent to be borne. As · When joy's bright daughters slumber,
a very appropriate illustration of the There wave-wash'd bounds I reach,
foregoing remark, I shall quote the And with a tear-drop number
following from Dr. Nathani Drake's Each sand that paves the beach; Then chaunt some mournful ditry
Literary Hours :In broken accents faint,
In the Argonautics of ApolloTill echo sighs in pity,
nius Rhodius, a description of this And answers to my plaint.
kind, in which the inquietude of • But soon will life be over,
Medea is opposed to the tranquillity These pangs for ever sleep; And I rejoin niy lover,
of all around her, has been justly adEmbosom'd in the deep.
mired, and may, indeed, be consi. Yon golden orb that sinking
dered as one of the most highlyIlumes the rosy west, Ere ocean's waters drinking,
finished scenes in the poetry of anShall view my griefs at rest!
tiquity. It has been thus happily • This frail heart, worn with aching,
translated. Can bear its load no more; Its fibres 207p are breaking,
Night on the earth pour'd darkness; on the Its suff"rings well nigh o'er.
The wakesome sailor to Orion's star Then be this rock my pillow,
And Helice turned heedful. Sunk to rest, That cating waves consume;
The traveller forgot his toil; his charge And swift the rising billow
The centinel ; her death-devoted babe, Shall waft me to my tomb!'
The mother's painless breast. The village DIMOND.
Had ceas'd his troublous bay. Each busy On such a night the child of sor.
tumult row, too, may seek the silent grove, Was hush'd at this dead hour, and darkness
slept, and pour his pensive plaint, unseen
Lock'd in the arms of silence. She alone, and vnheard by all, save that om Medea slept not!' niscient Being who will attend to
On the contrary, when the bosom his sorrowful ejaculations, and heal is at rest, and no
sorrows but his lacerated bosom.
may sup- those long forgotten remain to inpose his complaint to be similar trude upon its peace, it is pleasto the following:
ing to stroll at night, when every • I long to lay this painful head
noise is hushed, and giving to the And aching heart beneath the soil, fancy its fullest range, recal past To slumber in that dreamless bed
events, or anticipate the future; From all my toil.
while, if, in so doing, a recollection * For mis'ry stole nae at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild;
of grief, long gone by, should arise, I perish ;-Oh! my mother Earth! the tear it will call into the eye
will Take home thy child. seem sweeter than the loudest burst On thy dear lap these limbs reclin'd, of the rudest merriment. Shall gently moulder into thee; Nor leave one wretched trace behind,
• Sweet is the odour of the morning's flower, Resembling me.'
and rich in melody her accents rise ; MONTGOMERY.
Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour,
At which her blossoms close, her musis "There is something peculiarly dies
For then, while languid Nature droops her She was born and brought up at a
head, She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.'
town about fifty miles from Lon. Helen Maria Williams. don, in all the purity of innocence,
and at a proper age was placed apBetter to exemplify my thoughts prentice to a mantua-maker; before on the influence of the night's aw. the expiration of her time with ful and sublime, yet often beautiful whom, her friends died, and she scenery, I will again quote from was left with a small property to Dr. Drake.
the care of a guardian, who ever * Some of the sweetest passages acted the part of a parent by her, in the produccions of the poets, When she was out of her time, some ancient or modern, may be drawn friends advised she might be sent to from their descriptions of even London for improvement, and, very ing and night scenery, and many unfortunately for her, her guardian of these elegant sketches have been acceded to it: to make short of my committed to memory, for their pe story, she was placed with a very culiar truth and beauty. Even when fashionable dress-maker, in an exthe delineaticn is merely that of in- tremely fashionable part of the me. animate nature, still the pensive train tropolis. Here in two years she forof thought which we usually asso- goi nearly all she had learned in the ciate with the decline of a fine day, country, became corrupted in her or the tranquil lustre of a moon-light morals, and when her time was exnight, brings with it a fascinating pired, positively went off with a man charm; but when with these are who had been but five weeks married mingled or contrasted the passions 10 an amiable young woman. At of the human breast, an interest of this house she lodged, passing as his a stronger kind is excited, and the wife, till disgust succeeded to love picture becomes complete. What falas! how I have debased the name) can better harmonise with the sen in his mind, and he left her to sations of love or friendship, than misery. those delicious tints which a setting Fortunately, at this time, her sun frequently diffuses over the face guardian discovered her retreat, took of nature ? or what more congenial her again into his family, and by to the gentlest emotions of the heart, degrees restored her wounded mind than the landscape lighted up by the to peace. She has now left this soothing splendour of an autumnal country, and in another realm is moon? How are the tortures of an married, I hope happily. agonised mind, the wilder passions May this be a caution to parents, of the soul, heightened by the con and lead them to consider well with trast of scenery such as this! When whom they place a daughter for imsorrow, disappointment, and de- procemeni ! I would willingly also spair, exert their energy, surrounded hope it might be a warning to such by images of the most beautiful re libertines as was her sedicer; but, pose, they rush upon the eye in so alas ! I fear it is a fruitless hope. bold and prominent a style, as in. stantly and forcibly to arrest our "Ye sons of night, whose each destructive
word feelings, and compel our keenest
Stabs with more keenness than a ruffian's attention.'
sword; In going through Islington, I Whose hydra love can triumph ia offence,
A love that smiles at ruin'd innocence; passed a house where a female once
Say, did you ne'er reflect, when at your side lodged, whose little history may riot
Truch bled, Peace groan'd, and murder'? be unintercsting nor unimproving. Virtue died?
Did you ne'er think, when, frantic with de- Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep spair,
He, like the world, his ready visit pays You've seen the anguish of some weeping Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forfair,
sakes: Whose voice, once sweet as Philomela's lay, Swift on his downy pinion Alics from woe, On darkness call'd, and curs'd the coming And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.' day;
By a Lady.
Alphonso's extraordinary situationOr sound that languished on th' unfeeling ear? Didst act some hidden guilt, to man un.
His daughter Almiru, und hernurse known?
Ursula--His illustrious birth disAnd wast thou then, or thought'st thyself covered by Ursula, who soon after
alone? Mistaken wretch! whose blind, unequal
dies, With daring aim would judge Omnipotence; IT has been so common to reThy ken just glancing o'er a bounded span, Would join with His who reads the heart of present novels and romances as
founded on truth, that it will, perThou, like the beaming of a morning sun
haps, hardly be belivved, that the Thaç gilds the East are clouded ere thy noon; present one has its origin in someBurns with unsully'd light, and gives eternal thing more than fiction; yet that day:
certainly is the case. The history Thee fancy, passion's cloudy mists o'ercast: His all the future, scantly thine the past.'
here related owes nothing to the OGILVIE. flights of imagination, or the effu.
sions of fancy. The reader will, there, I was now near home. A remote fore, consider it as the pure and gebell heavily toiled one : it brought Dr. nuine memoirs of an unfortunate Young's excellent lines on Time to
prince, and his still more unfortunate my recollection; they are, in
daughter, whose fate has too often mation, uncommonly beautiful.
drawn a tear from the eye of pity. • We take no note of Time,
Alphonso, who is the principal But from its loss; to give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke,
subject of the following history, had I feei the solemn sound. If heard aright, lived, during more than thirty years, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the in a kind of hut, shut out from sve
in a certain forest, where he dwelt flood. It is the signal that demands dispatch: ciety, and sequestered from the world. How much is to be done.'
Scarcely ever did any human being Having reached my humble do- approach his habitation. Sometimes, micil, I hastened to prepare for re- indeed, in wandering abroad, he pose, and soon sank into the arms of would perceive the footsteps of
horses, whose riders had heen hunt- under a load of anguish and dejecing, the part of the forest where he tion: nor did his distress remain resided being admirably suited to long unperceived by Almira, who the chase, but without the good used a thousand litile tendernesses fortune of meeting with any one he towards him, in hopes to soothe could speak to. In this abode, the away his cares, or make him sit companions of his solitary hours more easily under them; but in were his lovely daughter, the fair vain. Deep-corroding grief pierced Almira, and Ursula, an old woman, his heart, and every attempt to allay her purse.
As to the partner of his it only served to disturb him the bed, she had been carried off by a more, moved, as he was, by some fit of sickness soon after the birth of secret agent, to believe that his birth her child.
entitled him to a better fate. It is - seldom that Providence Almira,, than whom no one ever abandons the good and virtuous, possessed a greater share of filial Hence, nothing could be more de- duty, could not be sensible of her lightful than the abode of Alphonso, father's uneasiness, without partiwhich had formerly been the re- cipating in it. Though nothing sidence of some poor hermit, grown could hurt the brilliancy of her eye, weary of the world, and tired of its the concern she felt on her father's vice.
account entirely discoloured her A number of trees. of the tallest and cheek, and cast a melancholy sadness most beautiful kind, encircled the around her. Bending under a sense but, and shaded it from the sun, of her situation, and despairing of except where it was suffered to come better fortune, she became sad and for the purpose of ripening some of pensive, till she gave herself entirely the finest grapes, that clustered up to a life of solitude and reflecaround a particular part. A small tion, sometimes wandering along the rivulet took its course on the south banks of the rivulet, gathering the side, abounding with the finest fish; daisies spread around, and forming while plenty of fowl of every kind them into a kind of wreath to deck daily served his table, by means of her father's brow; sometimes calmly a kind of snare invented by him, and reposing herself where nature, as it artfully plac d wherever they were were, had prepared a kind of bower likely to alight or assemble, by in the adjoining woods, lulled to rest which they were caught as occasion by the tuneful birds, whose happiness required.
she sighing wished her own; and Nature, ever just in all her ways, every now and then giving vent to having thus furnished Alphonso, her grief by the tear that bursted little anxiety will be raised as to the down her cheek. manner in which he, and his little It was in one of these moments family, were subsisted. Plenty and of retirement that Almira accidentvariety went hand in hand together ally met her father, and had just enin supplying their wants, yet was quired the particular cause of his Alphonso far froin being happy or unhappiness, for he had never imcontented. Withont any relish for parted to her the idea he possessed the rarest food, or choicest fruits, the of an exalted birth, when Alphonso verdure and beauty of the scenes interrupted her, by informing her around him excited no pleasure in that he had been in search of her, his mind. Sorrow sat heavily on his that she might accompany him 10 brow, and buried him, as it were, Ursula, who then lay dangerously