presume to kill Caius Marius? Whereat, the rep'tile, quaking under the voice, nor daring to affront the consular eye, sank gently to the ground, turned round upon his hands and feet, and, crawling out of the prison like any other vermin, left Marius standing in solitude as steadfast and immovable as the capitol. DE QUINCEY.

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SECTION XVIII.

I.

97. THE ANNOYER.

OVE knoweth every form of air,
And every shape of earth,

And comes, unbidden, everywhere,
Like thought's mysterious birth.
The moonlit sea and the sunset sky
Are written with Love's words,
And you hear his voice unceasingly,
Like song, in the time of birds.

2. He peeps into the warrior's heart
From the tip of a stooping plume,

And the sĕrried' spears, and the many men,
May not deny him room.

He'll come to his tent in the weary night,

And be busy in his dream,

And he'll float to his eye in the morning light,
Like a fay on a silver beam.

3. He hears the sound of the hunter's gun,
And rides on the echo back,

And sighs in his ear like a stirring leaf,

And flits in his woodland track.

The shade of the wood, and the sheen' of the river,
The cloud, and the open sky,—

He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver,
Like the light of your very eye.

1 Săr ried, close; crowded; compact.

Sheen, brightness,

4. The fisher hangs over the leaning boat,
And ponders the silver sea,

For Love is under the surface hid,
And a spell of thought has he :
He heaves the wave like a bosom sweet,
And speaks in the ripple low,

Till the bait is gone from the crafty line,
And the hook hangs bare below.

5. He blurs the print of the scholar's book,
And intrudes in the maiden's prayer,
And profanes the cell of the holy man
In the shape of a lady fair.

In the darkest night, and the bright daylight,
In earth, and sea, and sky,

In every home of human thought,

Will Love be lurking nigh.

WILLIS.

NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS, one of the most voluminous and successful of American writers, was born in Portland, Maine, January 20th, 1807. His father, a distinguished journalist, removed to Boston when he was six years of age. He was prepared for college at the Latin School of Boston and at the Phillips Academy at Andover. He graduated with high honors at Yale in 1827. While in college, he distinguished himself by a series of sacred poems, and gained the prize of fifty dollars for the best poem, offered by Lockwood, the publisher of "The Album." After his graduation he edited "The Legendary," a series of volumes of tales, and then established the 66 American Monthly Magazine," which, after two years and a half, was merged in the "New York Mirror," and the literary fraternity of N. P. Willis and George P. Morris began. Immediately after the partnership was formed, he set sail for a tour in Europe, palatable and piquant reports of which appeared in the "Mirror," entitled "Pencilings by the Way." This first and extended residence abroad led our traveler through all the capitals of Europe, and even to "the poetic altars of the Orient." In 1835, after residing two years in London, and contributing to the "New Monthly Magazine" tales and sketches, republished under the title of " Inklings of Adventure," he married Mary Leighton Stacy, the daughter of a distinguished officer who had won high honors at Waterloo, and was then Commissary-general in command of the arsenal, Woolwich. In 1837, he returned to his native land, and established himself at "Glenmary," in Central New York, near the village of Owego. The portrait of this happy home and the landscape around, is drawn in "Letters from under a Bridge." In 1839, he became one of the editors of "The Corsair," a literary gazette, and made a short trip to England. On his return home, "The Corsair" having been discontinued, he revived, with his for mer partner, Gen. Morris, the "Mirror." Upon the death of his wife, in 1844, he again visited Europe for the improvement of his health. Soon after, the "Mirror" having passed into other hands, the partners established "The Home In October, 1846, he married Cornelia, only daughter of the Hon. Joseph Grinnell, of Massachusetts, since which time he has resided at "Idlewild," a romantic place, which he has cultivated and embellished, near Newburg,

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on the Hudson. His poems have recently been published in an elegant octavo volume, richly illustrated, and a uniform collection of his prose writings, in twelve volumes, of some five hundred pages each, has also come from the press. Mr. Willis is equally happy as a writer of prose and verse. With a felicitous style, a warm and exuberant fancy, and a ready and sparkling wit, he wins the admiration of readers of the most refined sentiment and the daintiest fancy, and at the same time commands the full sympathy of the masses.

II.

98. THE PALM AND THE PINE.

W

HEN Peter led the First Crusade,
A Norseman wooed an Arʼab maid.
He loved her lithe and palmy grace,
And the dark beauty of her face :
She loved his cheeks, so ruddy fair,
His sunny eyes and yellow hair.

2. He called: she left her father's tent;
She followed wheresoeer he went.
She left the palms of Palestine
To sit beneath the Norland pine.
She sang the musky Orient strains
Where Winter swept the snowy plains.
3. Their natures met like Night and Morn
What time the morning-star, is born.
The child that from their meeting grew
Hung, like that star, between the two.
The glossy night his mother shed
From her long hair was on his head :
But in its shade they saw arise
The morning of his father's eyes.

4. Beneath the Orient's tawny stain

Wandered the Norseman's crimson vein :
Beneath the Northern force was seen
The Ar'ab sense, alert and keen.
His were the Viking's' sinewy hands,
The arching foot of Eastern lands.

5. And in his soul conflicting strove

Northern indifference, Southern love :

1 Vi' king, one of the pirate chiefs from among the Northmen, who plundered the coasts of Europe in the eighth and ninth centuries.

The contradicting natures ran,-
As mingled streams from Etna flow,
One born of fire, and one of snow.
And one impelled, and one withheld,
And one obeyed, and one rebelled.
One gave him force, the other fire ;
This self-control, and that desire.
One filled his heart with fierce unrest ;
With peace serene the other blessed.
7. He knew the depth and knew the height,
The bounds of darkness and of light;
And who these far extremes has seen
Must needs know all that lies between.
8. So, with untaught, instinctive art,
He read the myriad-natured heart.
He met the men of many a land;
They gave their souls into his hand;
And none of them was long unknown :
The hardest lesson was his own.

9. But how he lived, and where, and when,
It matters not to other men ;
For, as a fountain disappears,
To gush again in later years,
So hidden blood may find the day,
When centuries have rolled away;
And fresher lives betray at last
The lineage of a far-off Past.

10. That nature, mixed of sun and snow,

Repeats its ancient ebb and flow :

The children of the Palm and Pine

Renew their blended lives-in mine.

TAYLOR.

BAYARD TAYLOR, the noted American traveler and poet, was born in the village of Kennett Square, Chester County, Pennsylvania, January 11th, 1825. At

the age of seventeen he became an apprentice in a printing-office in Westchester; and about the same period wrote verses, which appeared in the "New York Mirror" and "Graham's Magazine." He collected and published a small volume of his poems in 1844, and visited Europe the same year. Having passed two years in Great Britain, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, and France, he returned home; published an account of his travels under the title of "Views a-Foot;" settled in New York; and in 1848, soon after publishing "Rhymes of Travel," secured a place as a permanent writer for "The Tribune." He visited California in 1849, returned by the way of Mexico in 1850, and soon after published his "Eldorado, or Adventures in the Path of Empire." His "Book of Romances, Lyrics, and Songs," which appeared in 1851, greatly increased his reputation as a poet. The same year he set out on a protracted tour in the East, upon which he was absent two years and four months, traveling more than fifty thousand miles. His spirited, graphic, and entertaining history of this journey is given in three works, entitled " A Journey to Central Africa, "The Land of the Saracen," and "India, Loo Choo, and Japan." "Poems of the Orient" appeared in 1854, embracing only such pieces as were written while he was on his passage round the world. They contain passages "rich, sensuous, and impetuous, as the Arab sings in dreams," with others gentle, tender, and exquisitely modulated. A complete edition of his poems appeared in 1864; and his latest novel, "Kennett," in 1866.

III.

99. FAIR INES.

1.

SAW ye not fair Ines? she's gone into the west,

To dazzle when the sun is down, and rob the world of rest; She took our daylight with her, the smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek, and pearls upon her breast. 2.

O turn again, fair Ines, before the fall of night,

For fear the moon should shine alone, and stars unrivaled bright; And blessed will the lover be that walks beneath their light, And breathes the love against thy cheek I dare not even write!

3.

Would I had been, fair Ines, that gallant cavalier

Who rode so gayly by thy side, and whispered thee so near!Were there no bonny dames at home, or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win the dearest of the dear?

4.

I saw thee, lovely Ines, descend along the shōre,

With bands of noble gentlemen, and banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, and snowy plumes they wōre;It would have been a beauteous dream-if it had been no more!