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Ay, weep the dear ones whom you part,

At jocund evening's peaceful hour I conld not prize a loveless heart,

Sounds the low lute from glen and bower, And thou art fairer in thy tears,

And still with darkly-braided hair Thy sad regrets and gentle sears,

Throng to the dance the maidens fair ; Than when the smiles of gladness break

But what is she once happiest there? In beauty on thy blushing cheek.

A lonely and a loveless thing, You mourn the land you leave behind,

Round whose sad heart these memories cling In mine a lovely home thoul't find,

With bligbting clasp and deadly sting! Where every lip and heart of pride,

Mine is the dark despairing heart
Shall own thee fairesi, my sweet bride !"

From light and hope for aye apart,
Mine is the wild and wasting pain

That cannot be at rest again,
In truth it was a princely home,

For I have loved and found it vain! Those marble halis—thai lofty dome,

And yet, how could I deem his prido The passing richness of each room,

Would brook that I, his peasant bride Gorgeous with work of Persia's loom,

Should be the gaze of scornful eyes All made that noble dwelling seem

The theme of insolent surpriseThe fabric of some lovely dream.

The mocked, perchance, of every voice, Below lay terraced garden bowers,

Nor blush to own his hasty choice. (A very wilderness of flowers,) And round the castle's towering pride,

Bilt he did love me - it may be The cultured lands spread far and wide.

This wasting change began in meHow lovely each sequestered vale

Mayhap when my De Courcy came That smiled around-each wooded dale

From tournay or from field of fame And breezy upland, where the deer

To tarry by my side a while, Went bounding by the river clear

Less brighi he found Zurelli's smileThat wound its silvery course away

It may be that my tear-dimmed eye

Met his, with cold unkind reply ; By velvet lawn and mountain gray.

And thus, perchance, each saddened look Yet that fair scene its charms displays

Seemed to my lord a mute rebuke. in vain to its sad mistress' gaze,

or late within the banquet-ball, As leaning near the lattice high,

'Mid sounds of mirth and festival, She looks upon the evening sky,

Where pealed the laugh from pleasure's throng, With aching heart and vacant eye.

And flowed the wine-cup and the song, Never were braids of raven hair

Methought at times his gentle gaze Parted o'er brow niore purely fair ;

Turned towards me as in happier days. So clear in its transparent hue,

I felt his eye upon me dwell, You saw each blue vein wander through.

I felt my heart with triumph swell, And beautiful the pensive grace,

For many a noble dame was there The dearest charm of that sweet face,

With coronet and jewelled hair ; Where the pale lip and paler cheek

And many a high-born gracesül girl, A tale of silent sorrow speak.

With ermined robe and clasp of pearl, And gushing tears unbidden rise

And diadem and princely plume In the pure depths of those dark eyes.

Moved lightly round the glittering room, Ah! 'tis most sad to shed such tears,

While eyes that made the lamps seem dim, While yet the weeper's young in years,

Were showering all their beams on him. Still young--yet what an age is told

And yet, ʼmid all that beauty's blaze Since first the heart in grief grew old !

Mine was the form could win his gaze!

Then o'er his soul some change would come What may thai lady's musings be?

To shade his brow with sudden gloom ; Of sunny eves—the murmuring sea

Anon he'd join the dance and song,
Of whisperings which the soft wind mado
Amid the fragant myrıle shade,

And speed the light-winged jest along,

And smile with every lady fair And the fresh fall of dewy showers

As though he was the happiest there. On beds of springtime's earliest flowers.

Mine be the anguish now to bear Alas!" she sighed, "my blessed isle,

The bitterness of deep despair ; Dost thou still wear as bright a smile

Still must I love him-still alone As when Zurelli's light foot prest

Weep the bright hours for ever goneWith bounding step thy verdant breast ?

Still must his name for ever be And are thy cool delicious bowers

A treasure dear to memory, As gay with thousand-tinted flowers

'Mid this wreck of happiness As when amid the grateful shade,

I could not bear to love him less !
A happy child I blithely played ?
Yes—and the richly-plumaged bird

Yet there is one, who even now
Still in the acacia.grove is heard,

Would fondly kiss my faded brow, And still my diamond-eyed gazelle

And lay this aching head to rest As wildly treads its native dell,

With soothing kindness on her breastAs gladly snuffs the mountain-breeze,

Does not each hour, each moment prove And browses on the almond trees,

That change will mark all other love? That ope their silver buds as fair

Passion with youth and charms departs, As ever on the whispering air.

Time steals the truth from other hearts. And still my little caique's sail

All else is mutable below, Flaunts idly in the fragant gale,

A mother's love no change can know ! The while the sparkling waves below,

Oh for one echo of her voice As brightly in the sunbeams glow,

To bid my drooping soul rejoiceAnd gem with glittering spray the oar,

Oh for my father's fervent kiss, Zurelli's hand shall guide no more.

Earth's purest holiest caress,

That fell upon my brow at even

And listened as the tinkling bells Like to a blessing sent from Heaven."

Chimed blithely from the pasture dells.

While from the Ilex grove was heard She paused- there was no living sound

The song of many a bright-winged bird. To break the utter silence round,

Sadly De Courcy leaned apartSave the cool cascade's tinkling flow

Remorse was busy at his heart ! That played amid the flowers below,

He thought of that fair bridal hour And twilight darkened calm and still,

When from her lowly cottage bower O'er voiceless glen and lonely hill.

With all a lover's rapturous pride

He bore his newly-plighted bride-
For many a day unstrung and mute

Ah, ill had he her trust repaid,
Had lain that fair girl's favorite Inte,
But now her snowy hand she flings

By blighted hopes and faith betrayed ! Idly across those glittering strings.

He did not move, he dared not speak'Twas memory's music! How ihat tone

He watched her burning lip and cheek; Brought thoughts of honrs for ever gone

He saw how wildly her dark eye Ah! wherefore can she only raise

Flashed as she fixed it on the sky, The well-known song of others days?

He shuddered at its brilliancy, Tears gush anew at that sweet lay,

As looked she on the evening ray,
She turns, and casts the lute away.

And gazed her very soul away.
Alas, she sighed, how heavily
The long, long day has wearied by!

“My own Ionia ! I have seen

Once more thy hills of grateful green, Its lonely hours at last are gone, And night with solemn step comes on,

Have seen thy sky's unrivalled hue But not to me the inorning light

Of golden glow, and cloudless blue;

How have I pined to look again
Brings joy, or calm repose the night!
My aching eyes gaze sadly round

On each loved path, and mossy glen; On gilded roof, and marble ground,

Ply, boatmen, ply the rapid oar, While shuddering at the deepening gloom

Oh, let me touch my blessed shoreI wander through each stately room,

Yet, 'tis too late-Lise's silver cord And start as on the mirrored walls

Is loosed, and now my heart's adored" My shadowy image dimly falls.

(Gently she turned towards her lord, Sull faster fades the evening light

And whispered with a seraph's smile, Oh will De Courcy come to night!"

"Lay me at rest in mine own isle.”

He clasped her in his wild embrace, But hark to the impatient fall

He gazed upon her changing face, Of footsteps through the echoing hall.

And kissed in agony her brow“My first, best loved," a low voice cried,

Oh never seemed she dear as now! Her lord kneels by Zurelli's side !

While closer to his breast she clung He parted back her clustering hair,

And blest him in her native tongue ; Gazed on that face so passing fair,

Once, and but once, her waning eye And wildly kissed her dewy cheek,

Turned to her loved Ioniansky, “ Zurelli, dearest, loveliest, speak!

Then fixed upon the face of him If I was ever loved by thee,

Whu o'er her bent-that gaze grew dim, Ob, listen now, and pardon me

A smile upon her pale lips shone, Let not De Courcy sue in vain,

“De Courcy- Mother," was she gone? To see Zurelli smile again!"

They bent to catch another breath,
An idle task I ween 'twould be

And started-for they looked on Death !
To trace that truant's history :
Too often has the tale been told,
Of broken vows and hearts grown cold.
Sadly le spoke-Zurelli heard,
And woman's pride within her tirred.

DUKE OF SUSSEX AND THE Bible.—The Duke She turned away her tear.dimmed face, of Sussex was a great collector of Bibles. Few And sought to shun his warm embrace. men were more diligent and ardent students of the Then as the idol of past days

sacred volume than his Royal Highuess, a considRose to her faithful memory's gaze,

erable portion of every day being set apart for its And as upon her softened soul

persual. His attainment in biblical criticism was Those pleading accents sweetly stole,

very considerable.

The Rev. Dr. Raffles, at the She hid her brow upon his breast,

opening of the new Independent College at WithAnd felt that she again was blest !

ington, near Manchester, last Wednesday, stated

that 30 years ago he waited upon his Royal 'Twas eve-the parting sunbeams dyed Highness at Kensington Palace.

" Did you ever With crimson glow the waveless tide, meet with Bishop Clayton on the Hebrew Text, And gently kissed with blushing smiles Mr. Raflles ?" asked his Royal Highness. "I am The shores of Grecia's gem-like isles,

acquainted with Bishop Clayton on Hebrew While all around on earth and sky

Chronology,” said the doctor. "Ay, ay,” rejoined Was spread the glorious radiancy.

the Duke of Sussex, “but that is not what I Impelled by many a rapid oar,

The book I mention is a thin quarto, so A light barque neared the lovely shore, rare that I borrowed it of a friend, and so valuable With throbbing heart upon the prow

that I-(forgot to return it, we thought Doctor Zurelli stood-her cheek's deep glow

Raffles was about to represent his Royal Highness Burned brighter as she turned her eye

as saying; but no, and let book collectors take a Upon the "blue delicious sky,"

leaf out of his Royal Highness's book, -and so And saw the evening's sunbeams rest

valuable that I copied it with my own hand.” Upon her native Zante's breast,

-Col. Gaz.



There is a peculiar taste in the French From the Dublin University Magazine.

nation for the morbid. scrutiny we have Mémoires de M. Gisquet, ancien préfet de politics and the social system, but to ro

been describing, extending not only to police. Ecrits par lui-même. Bruxelles, mance, poetry-we had almost said re1841.

ligion. This craving for unnatural stimoDisclosURES, we confess, we have no lus leads them to love the monstrosities great fancy for—" revelations" are to us of nature, and the evisceration of the hanot, only offensive, but dull; and with if man economy; and they are ever on the possible a more decided disiaste, we repudi- gape, like a shark under a ship, to swal. ate the prolix apologies of a perfunct offi- low whatever is loathingly rejected by cial, who seeks, by throwing open the ledg. the above-board appetites of the healthy ers of his iniquitous craft, to beget an in. portion of mankind. The existence of terest in deceit, chicanery, and espionage, this diseased propensity has, of course, the because of its ingenuity. All this we not tendency to draw forth what will feed it, oniy dislike, but unhesitatingly condemn; and accordingly in France, and in France and it is only where, in the course of the alone, are to be found a class of works tedious "showing up,” the author comes which have attained a certain degree of involuntarily to subjects having an interest popularity, while they pander to such a in themselves distinct from his interferene taste. The book before us, we venture to with them, that we are glad to accept the say, would never have been tolerated in information, though with the drawback of a England, on this and on many other acmuddy medium, and in availing ourselves counts. It humiliates the people it comes of it shut our eyes to the way we have come amongst, by exhibiting how they have been at it.

the objects of surveillance, like the lunatic While we thus strongly and unhesitating- at half liberty, whose keeper dodges him ly give this opinion, we do not mean to de- through the streets; it hali reveals the dia. ny that to certain persons and parties the mond-cut-diamond system on which politics statistics of crime and iniamy may be both and parties, ministers and governments, profitable and interesting. Truth, under placemen and particuliers, have existed from any circumstances, is worth gathering up; the last revolution; and it displays a des and if the object of the search be fair and gree of overwhelming egotism, which even proper, we have no right to object to in the fatherland of vanity we scarcely upthe opening of the sewers of society, derstand being endured by the public for a though every right to remove ourselves moment. Three-fourths of the prolix as far as possible from beholding the dis- memoirs are a refutation, on the part of gusting investigation. It is the interfer their author, of various attacks principally ence of mere curiosity on such occasions newspaper ones, upon him and his adminwe denounce-just as we disapprove of the istration; entering into tedious details of taste for revolting studies, where it only transactions, the greater portion of which evinces a natural, or perhaps we should can be of no interest but to the parties consay diseased, appetite for the horrible. cerned, and exhibiting at lengih folios of Anatomy, for instance, in the pursuit of newspaper scurrility, of which we know surgical investigation, is a noble and im not which, the style or the matter, are the portant study. We are ready to admit more contemptible. Let us, however, ful. the frequenter of the dissecting-room not fil our promise, and cull from this wilderonly to toleration but approval, when the ness the few grains that chance, not cultiloathsome apartment forms the porch, if vation, has scattered over it. we may so call it, to the sick chamber- M. Gisquet informs us that he was born the school in which the practitioner makes at Vezin, in the department of the Moselle, himself acquainted with the means of re- on the 14th of July, 1792, of an obscure lieving human suffering. But an amateur and indigent family. His father was a turn for the dead subject we confess we custom-house officer; and although he tells shudder at, on the score of the natural an- us that his education was at first confined to tipathies and natural predilections of man- the inculcation of patriotism, and a love of kind; and are always glad to see it a strug- honor and probity, we may well suppose gle, even in the most charitable and philan- that he imbibed, along with these, some thropic person, to come in contaci with small share of the shrewdness and cunning what is wisely left by the great Manager which are generally engendered by such behind the scenes of nature and ordinary an employment as his father's. At an earobservation.

ly age he was removed to Paris to fill the


situation of copying clerk in the great as they had been tested in the furnace of banking house of MM. Périer Fréres, at revolution, or rather a permission to men to the head of which was the famous Casimir remain where they were found deposited on Périer.

the subsiding of the popular flood, so that One Sunday morning the future minister, they might embank, as it were, the stream, finding the young clerk in his bureau, by the turbulence of which they had been thought he would ask him a question or cast up from the bottom of society. Such two relative to the books of the establish is, certainly, one of the advantages of revoment and the accounts in them. The fol. lution, an advantage which must be relin. lowing conversation ensued:

quished in quiet times, when so little oppor. • M. Gisquet,' said Périer, ' how do we stand tunity occurs of forming a judgment of the with M. A.? Reply—'He owes us 35,000 qualifications of individuals before trying francs, of which 15,000 are payable the 28th in the often fatal experiment by practice. stant, 10,000 the 29th, and 10,000 on the 16th While charges of cavalry were sweeping of next month.'—' And M. B., what is the state backward and forward, in alternate rush and of his account ??– He has made use of the full repulse before the door, and amidst the din amount of his credit; he owes us 150,000 frares, of musketry, the twelve commissaires apvember, 50,000 the 25th of the same month, and pointed to organize the rebellion, or “re50.000 the 20th December.'_"And M. C ?- sistance,' it was cleverly termed, • His debt amounts to 90.000 francs; but he has through the different arrondissements of placed such and such goods in our hands as so he city, were assembled at the house of M. much value, which reduces our balance to Gassicourt. Of these M. Gisquet was one 58,000 francs. The remaining 90,000 are com- of the most active. His part in the busiposed of our acceptances divided thus :-24,000 francs on the 5th of November, 16,000 on the ness is thus described by the author of 18th, 20,000 on the 14th of December, 15,000 on

Deur Ans de Regne : the 23d, and 15,000 on the 5th of January.'” “ La nuit du 27 au 28 (Juillet, 1830) et la

The result of this and other such inter- journée du 28 furent consacrées à faire des barviews was, that the banker became sensi des points de resistance-M. Audry de Puyra

ricades, à rassembler des armes, à organizer ble of the extent of the clerk's abilities, veau et M. Gisquet secondèrent le mouvment and the value of his services, and took him de tout leur pouvoir. M. Gisquet rassembla by degrees into more intimate connexion, dans sa maison, rue Bleu, de la poudre et des which ended in a partnership that was only armes, et sa maison fut, pendant les journées de dissolved when Ġisquet was sufficiently 28 et 29, le centre de réunion de tous les patriadvanced to set up for himself. This

otes, qui, dejà dès le 28, avaient élevés les baroccurred in 1825. Meantime Gisquet had

ricades de la rue Cadet." p. 66. proved himself too shrewd a man of busi- Our author contrives, in spite of a conness not to be had recourse to in more im- stantly repeated disavowal of such an obportant matters; and his continued inti- ject, to involve in his disclosures the names macy with Casimir Périer led him naturally of many who, it is plain, must be startled to a participation in the continued po- at this late publicity given to transactions litical plotting which, in the ten years pre. then performed, if not under the veil of ceding 1830, prepared France for the event night, in the smoke of national convulsion; which then apparently so unexpectedly re- and no doubt an additional relish is given volutionized her. We find him at the close to the narrative amongst a people who see of that period, one of the most confidential where the relation rips up old sores, or of the conspirators. At his house took opens new ones. He is

He is very ready with place most of the conclave assemblies names; he“ withholds nothing," and unwhich during the “three days” usurped der the plea of candor, dexterously hits the functions, if not the name, of the gov- here and there, as perhaps private pique or erning council of the nation, and during official disappointment may urge the blow. that momentous period were displayed We repeat our abhorrence of “revelations,” those peculiar talents which, with a ques- and oh, what cannot a prefect of police tionable distinction, pointed' him out for reveal ! the post afterwards assigned to him, that Gisquet soon became charged with a of prefect of police. There was, indeed, mission to England to procure firearms for we must admit, considerable tact displayed the national guard, the French manufacin the choice of public men at that time, as turers having been unable to attempt a affairs subsided into order again--a refer- supply in sufficient quantity to meet the ence in making appointments to the char- immediate demand of the government. acters and capabilities of the appointed, | The execution of this mission has been

ever since the watch-word of attack against as the statements are er-parte ones, they Gisquet. Fusils-Gisquet is the name for are made sufficiently plausible to suit the all that is execrable in artillery, and all purpose; and we may suppose, for the that is flagrant in state-jobbing; and ac- nonce, the police-prefect the best abu sed cordingly our biographer sets himself vig- man in the kingdom of France. (We canorously to repel the two-fold accusation. not help seeing, par parenthese, that Gisquet We are not sure how much of the English has furnished Mr. James with a character part of his relation is to be credited ; if it of considerable interest in his romance of be true, we might perhaps find cause to the Ancien Regime, Pierre Morin ;—even if use a harsh expression or two relative to there were no other points of resemblance, some of our own officials of the time ; but the mode in which Morin originally proved we have no right to commit ourselves by his talents for the office he afterwards filled, censure on the apocryphal testimony of the resembles too closely the first épreuve of ex-prefect, and prefer enjoying the benefit Gisquet's abilities not to have been sug. of doubting until we shall hear some more gested by it; and all the abuses of espio respectable evidence on the one side or the nage which formed the burthen of public other.

complaint, under the odious tyranny of He enters into an elaborate defence, Louis XV., thus appear to have found their with all the cunning of an experienced counterpart in the still more oppressive popleader, upon the weak points of his ad- lice system of twice-liberated-and-regene. versaries' charge, and passes over, with a rated France. So much, as far as the salefew expressions of supreme indignation ty and ease of the individual subject is con and scorn, what forms the gist of the accu cerned, for the benefit of the corrents of sation; namely, that the whole business blood, foreign and kindred, shed from 1793 was made the means of private money to 1831 ; and so much for the results of jobbing. Not a syllable of argument or sanguinary struggles for an Utopian free. proof does he adduce on this all-important dom and happiness, which can only be realpoint, but contents himself with getting ized by the moral and constitutional more. into a rage, and passing it by. He seeks, ment of legitimate reform.) indeed, to cover himself under the high Amongst the parties and sects which names of MM. Soult and Périer, and takes a agitated France about this time, there was sentence pronounced against a newspaper one which, in a strange degree, united cod for libel, in which these two personages sistency of purpose and completeness of were the prosecutors, as an à fortiori argu- internal economy with absurdity and folly

, ment in favor of his own innocence, as if as regarded the general system of society the clearance of the principals exonerated and the ordinary nature of mankind. We the less scrupulous agents from suspicion. allude to the St. Simonians, a body which, Why, we ask, did not the prefect of police, had they been as capable of extension from equally libelled with the ministers, become their essential requirements as they were a party to this prosecution? Why has he vigorous by their union and intelligence, delayed, for nearly ten years, his vindica- would have proved formidable to a firmer tion?—for five years after he quitted office? form of government than that under which We think we have no right to take his they rose and fell. own book now as evidence in his favor. Here is Gisquet's description of the When we read the book, and judge of the sectman from the matter it contains, we might, indeed, rather be justified in admitting it as

“A supreme father, more infallible than the tolerably satisfactory testimony the other pope, whom his apostles must respect and renway. The fusil Gisquet, we cannot help exclusive right to determine, by himself or his

erate as the image of the Divinity-assuming the thinking, has turned out to be of true Bir delegates, the nature and extent of human capa: mingham manufacture, and, discharged for cities-constitutes himself arbiter of the re-disthe purpose of wounding others, has burst tribution of earthly possessions and enjoyments in the worthy prefect's hands, to the seri. It may be believed that the worthy father, in ous injury of his own reputation.

proportion to his immeasureable intellectual suBut it is not our design to follow our

periority, helps himself to a tolerable share of

both.” author through the catalogue of apologies which form the subject of three-fourths of It is a community of rights, personal and his four volumes. Deferred refutations of proprietary, which constitutes, as in Owen's obsolete newspaper attacks can never be system, the soul of St. Simonianism ; and interesting, except to editors and the par- marriage is as much excluded as individual ties implicated. It is sufficient to say, that wealth from their society. That they were

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