[rise Where, boast of Israel, is thy secret tomb * ? Did Earth receive thee to her parent womb? Did Seraph-hands prepare the viewless pyre? Or didst thou mount unchanged on wings of fire? For many a tear o'er thee did Israel shed, And mourned thy spirit, as thy cold corse, dead; Nor causeless mourned, for ne'er their thoughts could To deathless life, to worlds beyond the skies: O it was dark with them; to their weak sight The future all was wrapt in deepest night; Or trembling Hope the distant scene displayed, Dim as the morn's grey dawn, or evening's shade. But on our view, bright beaming from afar, Breaks the blest ray of Bethlehem's Morning Star, While, purged from every film, Faith's angel eye Mock's Time's thin veil, and scans Eternity. For Christ, our holier Passover, is slain, Lamb without spot, and pure from every stain, Pledge of that love, whose might resistless broke Sin's fiercer reign, and Satan's heavier yoke ! And He is present still-He still shall bless The thorny path of life's rough wilderness. He still bids springs of living waters rise, And heavenly food, with ceaseless care, supplies. And when by Death's cold stream we trembling stand, The stream which bars us from our Promised Land, His voice shall calm our fears, His hand shall guide Our fainting footsteps through that fiercer tide, And land us safely on our Canaan's shore, Where Toil, and Tears, and Death are known no more, University College. MATTHEW ROLLESTON. * Deut. xxxiv. C." But no man knoweth of his tomb to this day." DIALOGUE, FROM THE PHŒNISSE OF EURIPIDES. There are two passages of the Greek Tragedians, one in this Drama, and another on the very same subject in the Επτα ἐπι Θηβαις οἱ Eschylus, which have always struck me with peculiar force as the most lively representations of reality, afforded by the ancient models. The idea has been adopted by Sheridan, in the popular Play of Pizarro, and received the applause it deserved. Your readers will immediately recollect the scene in which a young boy, mounted on a tree, describes to his blind father what he sees of a battle, supposed to take place at some distance from the stage. The same effect is also produced by Homer, in the beautiful scene of Priam and Helen, on the walls of Troy. This was probably the original which both Eschylus and Euripides had in view. I have endeavoured in the following lines to give some image of the design, but not an accurate translation of the words of the latter poet. An old man, the preceptor of the family of Edipus, is standing on a platform before the palace, overlooking the adjacent fields, and the encampment of the allied powers, Antigone descends from her apartment to join him, and a Dia. logue ensues in irregular measure. ANTIGONE. GUARDIAN of my early day! And guide my trembling feet to thee! OLD MAN. Take, Virgin, take this faithful arm, 'tis thine. Behold, fair Maid, a scene that claims thy care; In martial pomp arrayed (a threatening line) Pelasgia's warriors stand embattled there. ANTIGONE, Gods! what a sight; the moving field OLD MAN. Oh not in vain has Polynices dared Invade his native land. He comes prepared. ANTIGONE. What beams of brass, what iron gate, OLD MAN. Be calm, my Child, the city fears no wound, ANTIGONE. Whose snow-white plume is waving there, Who brandishes so high in air The blazing terrors of his shield ? OLD MAN. The chief from fair Mycena claims his race, ANTIGONE. -Ah, me! What darkness in his face I see! How fierce his air! His form how vast! Flames from his eyes, mankind to blast. OLD MAN. On Dirce's springs, my daughter, cast thy sight, Where stands another chief (and burns for fight), Tydeus the strong, in whose undaunted breast Th' Etolian God of Battles rules confest. ANTIGONE. Is that the chief so near allied But who is that, of front severe, Who takes near Zethus' tomb his stand? OLD MAN. Thine eyes, fair Maid, Parthenopeus sec, ANTIGONE. But where, oh where, my friend, is he, Say, may I trust my wandering eyes? His manly form, his eagle-sight- EMMELCES. EPITAPH ON MISS ELLIOT, BY THE LATE ARTHUR MURPHY, ESQ. Or matchless form, adorn'd with wit refin'd, |