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And tipsy merriment. On the spacious walls,
That, like huge sea-cliffs, gird the city in,
Myriads of wanton feet go to and fro;
Gay garments rustle in the scented breeze-
Crimson and azure, purple, green, and gold;
Laugh, jest, and passing whisper are heard there;
Timbrel, and lute, and dulcimer, and song;
And many feet that tread the dance are seen;
And arms upflung, and swaying heads plume-crowned,
So is that city steeped in revelry. . .

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Then went the king, Flushed with the wine, and in his pride of power Glorying; and with his own strong arm upraised From out its rest the Assyrian banner broad, Purple and edged with gold; and standing then Upon the utmost summit of the mount

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Round and yet round - for two strong men a task
Sufficient deemed he waved the splendid flag,
Bright as a meteor streaming. At that sight
The plain was in a stir; the helms of brass
Were lifted up, and glittering spear-points waved,
And banners shaken, and wide trumpet mouths
Upturned; and myriads of bright-harnessed steeds
Were seen uprearing, shaking their proud heads;
And brazen chariots in a moment sprang,
And clashed together. In a moment more
Up came the monstrous universal shout,
Like a volcano's burst. Up, up to heaven
The multitudinous tempest tore its way,

Rocking the clouds; from all the swarming plain
And from the city rose the mingled cry,
"Long live Sardanapalus, King of Kings!
May the King live forever!" Thrice the flag
The monarch waved; and thrice the shouts arose
Enormous, that the solid walls were shook,
And the firm ground made tremble.

ATTERBOM.

ATTERBOM, PER DANIEL AMADEUS. An eminent and scholarly Swedish poet; born in the parish of Asbo, East-Gothland, Jan. 19, 1790; died in Upsala, July 21, 1855. He was early influenced by German literature, and having visited Germany and Italy in 181719, he formed ties of friendship with Schelling and Thorwaldsen; he became instructor to Crown Prince Oscar in 1820, and professor at the university in Upsala in 1828. Although unquestionably the foremost among the lyric poets of the romantic school in Sweden, it must be acknowledged that his rare talent was much impaired by his groping in Schelling's and Hegel's philosophy. His most celebrated work is "The Isle of Blessedness" (1823), a romantic drama in the manner of Tieck; but he also wrote: "The Flowers," a cycle of lyrics; "The Blue Bird," a play, and "Swedish Seers and Poets," a volume of criticisms.

THE MERMAID.

Leaving the sea, the pale moon lights the strand.
Tracing old runes, a youth inscribes the sand.

And by the rune-ring waits a woman fair,
Down to her feet extends her dripping hair.

Woven of lustrous pearls her robes appear,
Thin as the air and as the water clear.
Lifting the veil with milk-white hand she shows
Eyes in whose deeps a deadly fire glows.

Blue are her eyes: she looks upon him - bound,
As by a spell, he views their gulf profound.

Heaven and death are there

He feels the chill of ice, the

in his desire,

heat of fire.

Graciously smiling, now she whispers low:

"The runes are dark, would you their meaning know?

Follow my dwelling is as dark and deep;

You, you alone, its treasure vast shall keep!"

"Where is your dwelling, charming maid, now say?" "Built on a coral island far away,

Crystalline, golden, floats that castle free.

Meet for a lovely daughter of the sea!"

Still he delays and muses, on the strand;
Now the alluring maiden grasps his hand.

"Ah! Do you tremble, you who were so bold?"
"Yes, for the heaving breakers are so cold!"

"Let not the mounting waves your spirit change! Take, as a charm, my ring with sea-runes strange. Here is my crown of water-lilies white,

Here is my harp, with human bones bedight."

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Blithely she dances on the pearl-strewn sand,
Smiting the bone-harp with her graceful hand.
Fair is her bosom, through her thin robe seen,
White as a swan beheld through rushes green.

"Follow me, youth! through ocean deeps we 'll rove; There is my castle in its coral grove;

There the red branches purple shadows throw,
There the green waves, like grass, sway to and fro.

"Heaven and earth to win you I abjure!
Child of the ocean, is your promise sure?"
"Heaven and earth abjuring, great's your gain,
Throned with the ancient gods, a king to reign!"

Lo, as she speaks, a thousand starlights gleam,
Lighted for Heaven's Christmas day they seem.
Sighing, he swears the oath, the die is cast;
Into the mermaid's arms he sinks at last.

High on the shore the rushing waves roll in.
"Why does the color vary on your skin?
What! From your waist a fish's tail depends!"
"Worn for the dances of my sea-maid friends."

High overhead, the stars, like torches, burn: "Haste! to my golden castle I return.

Save me, ye runes!" "Yes, try them now; they fail. Pupil of heathen men, my spells prevail!"

VOL. II.-7

Proudly she turns; her sceptre strikes the wave. Roaring, it parts; the ocean yawns, a grave. Mermaid and youth go down; the gulf is deep. Over their heads the surging waters sweep.

Often, on moonlight nights, when bluebells ring, When for their sports the elves are gathering, Out of the waves the youth appears, and plays Tunes that are merry, mournful, like his days.

SVANHVIT'S SONG.

HUSH thee, Oh, hush thee,
Slumber from snow and stormy sky,
Lovely and lone one!

Now is the time for thee to die,
When vale and streamlet frozen lie.
Hush thee, Oh, hush thee.

Hours hasten onward;

For thee the last will soon be o'er.
Rest thee, Oh, rest thee,
Flowers have withered thus before;

And my poor heart, what would'st thou more?
Rest thee, Oh, rest thee!

Shadows should darkly

Enveil thy past delights and woes.
Forget, Oh, forget them!

'Tis thus that eve its shadow throws;
But now, in noiseless night's repose
Forget, Oh, forget them!

Slumber, Oh, slumber!

No friend hast thou like kindly snow;
Sleep is well for thee,

For whom no second spring will blow:-
Then why, poor heart, still beating so?
Slumber, Oh, slumber!

Hush thee, Oh, hush thee! Resign thy life-breath in a sigh;

Listen no longer;

Life bids farewell to thee; - then die.
Sad one, good-night!-in sweet sleep lie!
Hush thee, Oh, hush thee!

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JOHN JAMES AUDUBON.

AUDUBON, JOHN JAMES, an American naturalist, born in Louisiana, of French parentage, May 4, 1780; died at his residence near the city of New York, January 27, 1851. At the age of fourteen he was sent to Paris, where he studied art under the direction of the painter David. But the whole bent of his mind was toward natural history, and especially toward birds. Returning to America in 1798, his father established him on a farm in Pennsylvania; but his vocation was not that of an agriculturist. In 1810, accompanied by his wife and child, he boated down the Ohio River on a birdsketching expedition. A year later he set out for Florida with like intent. For ten or a dozen years more one may find him traversing American forests in order to become acquainted with their winged inhabitants in their own habitats. He had during these years planned his great work, "The Birds of America," and in 1826 he went to Europe in order to try to make arrangements for its publication. He received the warmest encouragement from all British men of letters and science. In two years the beginning of the mighty work was ready for the subscribers. It consisted of eightyseven parts, in what is technically known as "elephant folio," a size sufficient to render it possible for the largest birds to be represented in life size. The work, as finally completed, consisted of five of these huge volumes of colored engravings, containing 448 plates of birds, and five octavo volumes of letter-press, which together constitute the "American Ornithological Biography." The subscription price of the entire work was £182, 14s. - equivalent to a little less than $1,000. An edition much reduced in size, but with some additional plates, was issued in 1844.

A DANGEROUS ADVENTURE.

(From "The American Ornithological Biography.")

ON my return from the Upper Mississippi, I found myself obliged to cross one of the wide prairies which, in that portion of the United States, vary the appearance of the country. The weather was fine, all around me was as fresh and blooming

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