On each tomb a statue lying, Which again it may not dare. While the others fled around them, In the front of war she found them Noble was the blood they shed. Sacred in her grief and beauty Did the Ladye go? Asking life's last sacred duty Of the Christian foe. Those white feet were stain'd with red, The Ladye weeping there. Never since the hour she brought them To that ancient hall: Since with her sad hands she wrought them Their embroider'd pall, Hath the daylight seen her face. Rosy o'er the Guadalquiver Doth the morning gleam; Pale the silver moonbeams shiver O'er the haunted stream. Nothing knows she of their grace— Those six tombs contain a brother- Six contain her line; one other Who is in that seventh tomb? One far dearer than the others Well she loved her noble brothers- He who shared the warrior's doom Never more when first appearing In the mounted lists careering, Rapid as the lance he flung. Never more when night is lonely To the citron shade, where only He was at her side, While the very wild wind hung Not with daylight to discover Will the maiden wail her lover In remembrance with her tears. Grief hath stern and silent powers, Not to-day's cold guarded hours But, shut out with haughty fears, But her slight frame has been shaken And her dark eyes are forsaken By their former light; Heavy is their settled gloom. And her wan cheek beareth token Of young life's decline; You may see the heart is broken By each outward sign. Soon the heart can life consume, II. ARIADNE WATCHING THE SEA AFTER THE Departure of THESEUS. Lonely-lonely on the shore Where the mighty waters roar, Would that she could pass them o'er ! Those small ivory feet are bare, Rosy as the small shells are, They are, than the feet, less fair On that sea-beat strand! Do her raven tresses flow Vainly does the west wind seek Desolate-how desolate- They will not-the coming waves- And the least sign was command Lovely was the native bower Ere love grew to pain. Mid these grey rocks may she roam, For the maiden hath no homeNone will have again. Never more her eyes will meet Little did that Princess fear, When a thousand swords were near, Where no other was her peer, That an hour was nigh, When her hands would stretch in vain Helpless to the unpitying main, To the unpitying sky Earth below and heaven above On the white and sounding surge, Does a vessel seem to urge Fast her onward way. And the swelling canvass spread, Glitters in the early red Of the coming day ; 'Tis as if that vessel bore All the sunshine from the shore. Hath the young King left her side She but yesterday his bride Who for his sake cross'd the tide, Gave him love and life? He hath left her far behind To the warring wave and wind. To the war within the heart, She hath perill'd life and fame On the false and fled? Not him only hath she lost- After hours may yet restore So the lip will smile. Trusting, happy were they then— Strange the heart's emotions are, Desperate wrong and woe! And the very gleam that flashes Kindles from the heart's sweet ashes. Maiden! gazing o'er the sea, Wistfully, how wistfully! Thine such weary doom must be- Woe for confidence misplaced, For affections run to waste, And for hopes that part― Leaving us their farewell word, One for ever-jarring chord. There the Cretan maiden stands, Wringing her despairing hands, 'Tis a woman's lot: Only let her heart be won,' And her summer hour is done Soon she is forgot; Sad she strays by life's bleak shore, May.-VOL. LIII. NO, CCIX. L. E. L. ANCIENT DAYS.-NO. I. BY MICHAEL J. QUIN, AUTHOR OF NOURMAHAL," &c. No trains of thought are more interesting than those which lead the mind back to the patriarchal ages. It is delightful to catch the vistas that open here and there occasionally through the shadowy courses of history-to behold the fathers of mankind seated beneath the spreading tree, or inhaling at the doors of their tents the spicy breezes of the morning--attended by their families-dispensing the lessons of wisdom which they learned from tradition, or collected from their own expeOne always associates with such scenes a halcyon tranquillity that knew no interruption from day to day-the pure fountains from which the maidens drew supplies of the element so essential to all domestic purposes-the boundless pasturages in which herds and flocks roved at will-the fruitage and fragrance of Arabia-the milk and honey of Canaan-the cedars of Lebanon-the palms bordering the Jordan-the comprehensive affections of an Abraham, and the beauty of a Rebecca. Glancing from these woodland and pastoral scenes to the nations even then employed in the production of objects that indicate progress in all the arts of civilised life-their agriculture carried to a high degree of perfection-their commerce conducted over distant seas-their wars waged by vast armies - their weapons, chariots, armour, helmets, shields, and costume manufactured with a degree of skill, and embellished with a multitude of ornaments, not excelled in elegance even at the present day-we lapse into reveries from which it is painful to be disturbed by the calculations of chronology. India-China-Egyptwhat store-houses of the ancient of days! In which did Civilisation commence her career? Where did the spider first teach man to spin the thread, and to weave the net? The fall of the Tower of Babel, did it give rise to the Pyramids? What "desolate cities were those-where were those "desert houses reduced into heaps," of which Job speaks? Who were the accumulators of the "treasures hidden" in the earth long before his time, to which he alludes? "Desolate cities -" ruined -deserted houses," "treasures hidden" in places no longer remembered at an epoch full fifteen hundred years at least before the commencement of the Christian era? How many ages did it require to produce the population that built and decorated the cities which had then become desolate? Whence did they derive experience in the cultivation of those arts of manufacture by which only large cities can be supported? Even now the notion of treasure being buried in the earth by opulent people who flourished in ancient times is so prevalent in the East, that travellers are constantly suspected by the natives as having no other object for their researches than the discovery and appropriation of such deposits. Only imagine riches that had rusted in their unknown sepulchres long before Job took counsel of the Themanite! He moreover speaks familiarly of a state of commerce in which gold and silver were exchanged for dyed cloths, conveyed to his country from India, and for precious stones from Ethiopia. Luxuries such as these prove a condition of society then existing in Ethiopia, Syria, and India, which must |