But Truth inspired the Bards of old A gentle Boy (perchance with blood 60 70 80 90 Father of all! though wilful Manhood read XXV THE LAST SUPPER BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY OF THE CONVENT OF MARIA DELLA GRAZIA - MILAN 1820. 1822 THO' searching damps and many an envious flaw Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace, The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face, The annunciation of the dreadful truth Made to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek, And hand reposing on the board in ruth Of what it utters, while the unguilty seek Unquestionable meanings- still bespeak A labour worthy of eternal youth! Awe-stricken she beholds the array And Virgin-saints, who not in vain Sees long-drawn files, concentric rings Thus after Man had fallen (if aught Lo! while I speak, the labouring Sun 60 How blest the Maid whose heart - yet free Who knows not pomp, who heeds not pelf; Askance upon her pretty Self tear But in sweet pity; and can hear Another's praise from envy clear. II ΤΟ 20 Such (but O lavish Nature! why III How blest (if truth may entertain Coy fancy with a bolder strain) The HELVETIAN Girl who daily braves, In her light skiff, the tossing waves, And quits the bosom of the deep 30 The lamented Youth whose untimely death gave occasion to these elegiac verses, was Frederick William Goddard, from Boston in North America. He was in his twentieth year, and had resided for some time with a clergyman in the neighbourhood of Geneva for the completion of his education. Accompanied by a fellowpupil, a native of Scotland, he had just set out on a Swiss tour when it was his misfortune to fall in with a Friend of mine who was hastening to join our party. The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Berne and at Soleure, took leave of each other at night, the young men having intended to proceed directly to Zurich. But early in the morning my friend found his new acquaintances, who were informed of the object of his journey, and the friends he was in pursuit of, equipped to accompany him. We met at Lucerne the succeeding evening, and Mr. G. and his fellow-student became in consequence our travelling companions for a couple of days. We ascended the Righi together; and, after contemplating the sunrise from that noble mountain, we separated at an hour and on a spot well suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more. Our party descended through the valley of our Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, to Art. We had hoped to meet in a few weeks at Geneva; but |