To the kindest, the dearest-oh! judge by the tear, 'T was thus, by the shade of a calabash-tree, Oh! say, you sometimes remember, and hallow the brim my Last night, when we came from the calabash-tree, fess, are not very civilized; and the old philosopher, who imagined that, after this life, men would be changed into mules, and women into turtle-doves, would find the metamorphosis in some degree anticipated at Bermuda. 1 Mountains of Sicily, upon which Daphnis, the first inventor of bucolic poetry, was nursed by the nymphs. See the heely description of these mountains in DIODORUS SICULES, lib. iv. Hpara gap ορη κατά την Σικελίαν εςιν, ὁ φασι κάλλει κ. τ. λ. A ship, ready to sail for England. Beneath a green and aged palm, His foot at length for shelter turning, Quoted somewhere in ST PIERRE's Etudes de la Nature. What can we wish, that is not here For me, there's not a lock of jet Along your temples curl'd, Within whose glossy, tangling net, My soul doth not, at once, forget All, all the worthless world! Tis in your eyes, my sweetest love! My only worlds I see; Let but their orbs in sunshine move, And earth below and skies above May frown or smile for me! ASPASIA. "TWAS in the fair Aspasia's bower, There, as the listening statesman hung Was plann'd between two snowy arms! Sweet times! you could not always lastAnd yet, oh! yet, you are not past; THE GRECIAN GIRL'S DREAM OF THE BLESSED ISLANDS. TO HER LOVER. όχι τε καλος Πυθαγόρης, όσσοι τε χορον στήριξαν έρωτος. Απολλων περι Πλωτίνου. Οracul. Metric, a JOAN. OPSOP. collecta. Was it the moon, or was it morning's ray, While thus I lay, in this voluptuous calm, And rise at midnight, from the tepid rill, To cool their plumes upon some moon-light hill! Thou know'st, my love, beyond our clouded skies, Floating in splendour through those seas above! the warm springs at Gadara, dicens astantibus (says the author of the Di Fatidic, p. 16) illos case loct Genios; which words however are not in Eunapius. NYMUS. I find from CREEARTU. that Amatha, in the neighbourhood of Gadara, was also celebrated for its warm springs, and I have preferred CELLABIUS quotes it as a more poetical name than Gadara. -Est et alia villa in vicina Gadare nomine Amaths, ubi calidæ aque erumpunt.-Geograph. Antiq, lib ii, cap. 13. This belief of an ocean in the heavens, or waters above the fir сггога in which the early mament, was one of the many physical fathers bewildered themselves. LE P. BALTUS, in his Defense des saints Père: accusés de Platonisme, taking it for granted that the avcients were more correct in their notions (which by no means appears from what I have already quoted), adduces the obstinacy of the fathers in this whimsical opinion, as a proof of their repugnance to even truth from the hands of the philosophers. This is a strange way of defending the fathers, and attributes much more than they deserve to the philosophers. For an abstract of this work of Baltus (the opposer of Fontenelle. Van Dale, etc in the famous oracle controversy), see Bibliothèque des Auteurs Ecclésiast, du 18o, siecle, 1 part. tom, ii. There were various opinions among the ancients with respect to their lunar establishment; some made it an elysium, and others a purGatory: while some supposed it to be a kind of entrepôt between heaven and earth, where souls which had left their bodies, and those that were on their way to join them, were deposited in the valleys of Hecate, and remained till further orders. Τοις περὶ σελήνην αερι λέγειν αυτάς κατοικείν, και απ' αυτης κατω χωρειν εις την Eclog. Physic. περιγείου γενεσιν. — Sron. lib. 1. The pupil and mistress of Epicurus, who called her his dear little Leontium (Aεovтapio), as appears by fragment of one woman of talent; she had the impudence (says CICEEO) to write against Theophrastus; and, at the same time, Cicano gives her a name which is neither polite nor translateable. Meretricula ctum Leontium contra Theophrastum scribere ausa est.-De Natur. Deor She left daughter, called Danac, who was just as 11 an Epicurean as her mother, something like WINLAND's Danar in Agathon. of his Letters in Laertius. This Leontium was a It would sound much better. I think of the X were Lontia It occurs the hast tum in actius but M Mong will not bear of this reading And there the twine of Pythias' gentle arms Oh Samian sage! whate'er thy glowing thought To fly, to clasp, and worship it for thee! But, by a throb to spirits only given, By a mute impulse, only felt in heaven, Swifter than meteor shaft through summer skies, Pythias was a woman whom Aristotle loved, and to whom, fur! her death, he paid divine honours, solemnizing her memory to the same sacrifices which the Athenians offered to the goddess Cors For this impious gallantry the philosopher was, of course, censure! it would be well however if some of our modern Stagyrites had a little of this superstition about the memory of their mistresses. 2 Socrates; who used to console himself in the society of Aspasia for those less endearing ties which he found at home with Xant pre For an account of this extraordinary creature, Aspasia, and her arbed of crudite luxury at Athens, see L'Histoire de l'Académie, e tom. xxxi, p. 69. SEGUR rather fails on the subject of Aspasia L Femmes. tom, i. p. 123. The author of the foyage du Monde de Descartes. has aw placed these philosophers in the moon, and has allotted Seigneußes to them, as well as to the astronomers; (2 part. p. 143.) but he eaght not to have forgotten their wives and mistresses; cure non ipsa in morte relinquunt. 3 There are some sensible letters extant under the name of this fam Pythagorean. They are addressed to her female friends up ath | One, in par education of children, the treatment of servants, etc. ticular, to Nicostrata, whose husband had given her reasons for jor lousy, contains such truly considerate and rational advice, that it on, b to be translated for the edification of all married ladies. Opuscul. Myth. Phys. p. 741 See Gilt. 4 Pythagoras was remarkable for fine hair, and Decrow Te his Histoire des Perruques) seems to take for granted it as he has not mentioned him among those ancients who s obliged to have recourse to the Coma apposititia.-L'Hirt, der Pes The Elean god, whose faithful waters flow, Think, when he mingles with his fountain-bride, But, Theon, 'tis a weary theme, Thy lip shall teach me something more than dreams' But press'd the sweetest, richest fruit, To bathe her ripe lip as she play'd' But, oh! the fairest of the group Was one who in the sunshine lay, And oped the cincture's golden loop That hid her bosom's panting play! And still her gentle hand she stole Along the snows, so smoothly orb'd, And look'd the while as if her soul Were in that heavenly touch absorb'd! Another nymph, who linger'd nigh, And held a prism of various light, Now put the rainbow wonder by. To look upon this lovelier sight. And still as one's enamour d touch Too wildly charm'd, I would have fled— We pray thee for a moment stay. « If true my counting pulses beat, «And with him from the sky he brings Our sister-nymph who dwells aboveOh! never may she haunt these springs With any other god but Love! « When he illumes her magic urn, Not all the purest power we boast, Nor silken touch, nor vernal dye, Nor music, when it thrills the most, Nor balmy cup, nor perfume's sigh, « Such transport to the soul can give, Though felt till time itself shall wither, As in that one dear moment live; When Love conducts our sister hither '» She ceased-the air respired of bliss- Declared the melting power was nigh! I saw them come-the nymph and boy, A sigh from every bosom broke- When calms delay, or breezes blow My bliss with one that's far away, But see the wind draws kindly aft, Our stately ship though waves and air. Some breeze of Fortune thus may spring, Some breeze to waft me, love, to thee! And in that hope I smiling sing, Steady, boy! so. TO CLOE. IMITATED FROM MARTIAL. I COULD resign that eye of blue, That snowy neck I uc'er should miss, However warm I've twined about it! And though your bosom beat with bliss, I think my soul could live without it. In short, I've learn'd so well to fast, TO THE FIRE-FLY." THIS morning, when the earth and sky Were burning with the blush of spring, 11 left Bermuda in the Boston, about the middle of April, in company with the Cambrian and I cander, aboard the latter of which was the Admiral, Sir Andrew Mitchell, who divides his year between Halifax and Bermuda, and is the very soul of society and good-fellowship to both. We separated in a few days, and the Boston after a short cruise proceeded to New York. 2 The lovely and varving illumination, with which these fire-flics hight up the woods at night, gives quite an idea of enchantment • Pais ces mouches se développant de l'obscurite de ces arbres et s'approchant de nous, nous les voyons sur les orangers voisins, qu'ils mettaient tout en feu, nous tendant 1 vue de leurs beaux fruits dore. qui ouit avait ravic, etc etc.-Sex Histone des Antilles, art. 7. chap 4. liv. I saw thee not, thou humble fly! But now the skies have lost their hue, Oh! let me hope that thus for me, When life and love shall lose their bloom, Some milder joys may come, like thee, To light, if not to warm the gloom! THE VASE. THERE was a vase of odour lay For many an hour on Beauty's shrine, So sweet that Love went every day To banquet on its breath divine. And not an eye had ever seen The fragrant charm the vase conceal'd; Oh Love! how happy 't would have been, If thou hadst ne'er that charm reveal'd! But Love, like every other boy, Would know the spell that lurks within; He wish'd to break the crystal toy, But Beauty murmured «t was a sin!» He swore, with many a tender plea, He stole the key when Virtue slept (Even she can sleep, if Love but ask it), And Beauty sigh'd, and Beauty wept, While silly Love unlock'd the casket. Oh dulcet air that vanish'd then! A breath so precious?-never, never! Go, maiden, weep-the tears of woe THE WREATH AND THE CHAIN. I BRING thee, love, a golden chain, The flow'rets long shall sweetly breathe! The Chain is of a splendid thread, Stolen from Minerva's yellow hair, Just when the setting sun had shed The sober beam of evening there. The Wreath's of brightest myrtle wove, With brilliant tears of bliss among it, |