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but on doing as they were requested, " And so I have,” replied the old they found it was too true.

man, “ as perfect an example of the " Hurrah! hurrah!" at this mo. Venus Rustica as ever I saw ; but not ment exclaimed old Bammel, coming a word more. There has been a great into the room, “ we've nicked you, mistake here,-Charles, show Miss lads-jigg'd if we han't tho'— we've Haggersbagge and her crew out of the had a nice run in Shepherd's Cove all premises,-lock all the gates,-seud the time you were watching this old for Mrs Lorimer without loss of time, gentleman in Fisher's cavern. Too and marry Jane within this week. If late, boys-all saved :-the whole you don't, hang me if I don't marry crop ; jigg'd if it aint."

her myself!" Some communication of the same “ That's the trick,” said Captain şort must have been made to Mr Wal. Slap, as he hurried the party off ; - I'll lop, for a smile had replaced the for- keep the rest of my liver, and send mer stern expression of his counte- Bubb to the right about-geology mance, as he brought Jane Lorimer aint such a bad study after all-at into the library, and presented her to all events, it has done me more good the party.

than my troop of brown heroes in «I thought you had gone for a John Company's Snapdragons.” specimen of a shell !” exclaimed So. phronia, disappointed.

SOPHOCLES_TRACHINIA.

VENUS swayeth all below,
E'en the gods to Venus bow;
Wondrous might, I trow, hath she !
Ever hers the victory!
How by many a luring wile
Chronos' son she could beguile,
Not mine the task to tell;
Or him, the God whose force can make
The solid earth's foundations shake,
Or the dark Lord of Hell :
Mine to sing a fiercer strise
That the Goddess woke to life.
Came there for this bride of old,
Suitors two of giant mould:
Wrestler's feint, and warrior's blow
Well I ween their fight could show !
Rushing, trampling, from afar,
Like a goring bull, to war,
From his dwelling by the sea,
From the far Eniadæ,
Came the river-warrior on,
Acheloüs, Tethys' son !
Glorious Thebes his rival bore,-
Thebes whence Bacchus sprang of yore,-
With the bow, and with the spear,
With the mighty club of fear
Brandished high his pow'r to prove,
Dreadful came the son of Jove!

Fir'd by love, in act to close,
In the midst the warriors rose ;
While above them, all unseen,
Blue-eyed Venus, beauty's Queen
Hover'd, with unshrinking eye,
Arbitress of destiny !
Sounded then the forceful blow
From clench'd hand, and pondrous

bow;
And from off his forehead torn,
Crash'd the monster's splinter'd horn!
Sinewy limb with limb was coil'd, -
Haughty brow with blood was soil'd,
And the groan, but ill represt,
Burst from either lab'ring breast !
But where Phæbus' glories bright
Bath'd the distant hill in light
(Thus my mother's legend said),
Trembling sat the dark-eyed maid :
Motionless in deep suspense,
Piteous was her gaze intense !
Destined to the mightiest sword,
He who conquered was her Lord !
Mournful as a timid fawn
From its gentle dam withdrawn,
Soon she left her mother's side,
Great Alcides' hard-won bride!

H. K.

LINES, SUGGESTED BY A POEM CALLED THE “ FLIGHT OF YOUTH," IN THE

AUGUST NUMBER OF BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. MINSTREL! thou hast poured a strain Once again to clasp as, burning, I could list, and list again,

Fearful, sad, and broken-hearted, Drinking aye a deeper pleasure

From our bosom to be parted. From the oft-repeated measure

Is he, is he gone ?
Such a harmony divine

Time, alas ! hath iron sway:
Dwelleth in that dirge of thine! ' In some region far away,
In the morn of yesterday

In a dungeon old and gray,
Fell I on the witching lay,

Will he watch him all the day; Whiling by the noontide hour,

Night is still his own. In my solitary bower,

Dull old Time ! he little knowetli Reading little, thinking less,

All the strength that love bestoweth. In my summer idleness !

Never chain was forged may bind him ; Suddenly, as with a spell,

Distance vanisheth behind him. On my soul its music fell !

From his broken den, Ever since have I been haunted,

On the night breeze riding free, In my waking, in my slumbers,

To our chamber cometh he,By its melancholy numbers,

Telling in our sleeping ear Like one that is enchanted.

Tales of many a bygone year, Yet I may not all agree

Quaffing now the hallow'd fountain, With its deep despondency.

Roaming now the giant mountain, He is mine whom it bewaileth ;

Over land and over sea
Lightsome limb, and laughing eye,

Once more wand'ring merrily,
Health and Hope, and Courage high, Youth is with us then.
Of this goodly company,

Minstrel, saidst thou, “ Youth is gone, Fainteth nope or faileth !

And hath left us to our moan, Seven years of sunny weather

All unfriended and alone? ” Youth and I have spent together;

Nay, and if thou speakest this, We have traversed, hand in hand,

When he dwelt with thee, I wis Many a sea, and many a land

Thou didst wrong him sore. Roamed o'er many a giant mountain Never else to wo and sadness, Drank of many a hallowed fountain ; He that was so fond of gladness, Singing, laughing, as we went,

Would he give thee o‘er.
In our gladness innocent.

Hark! in silvery tones, and clear,
Such the vows he swore at starting, He is whispering in mine ear,
Who could dream of his departing ? “ Brother! might he always dwell
Is it, is it so ?

With the souls he loveth well,
Hath the Minstrel spoken truly ?

From one true and faithful heart To some other limb more light

Never more would Youth depart ! To some other eye more bright

Grieve not, for the tear-drops flowing To some heart that beats more newly, Nought avail to stay my going:Love forgot, and promise broken ;

Yet, though they may nothing aid thee, Not one little parting token,

Shall thy love be well repaid thee; Not one kindly farewell spoken,

For to-day and for to-morrow Will the false one go?

Thou mayest feel a pang of sorrow ; Joy ! joy ! it is not thus !

But the gentle one I send Minstrel I thou hast wronged him,

Soon shall bid thy weeping end. When thou saidest life was dim,

Every pure and kindly spirit Sad, and dark, and deadly cold,

This my blessing doth inherit : And all full of woes untold,

Comrado sweet, I ween. is lie ; When he leaveth us.

He shall tell thee tales of me; True it is my heart's best brother

He shall paint me to thine eye Soon must part to glad another

With all love's fidelity True that Time, that despot strong,

Thou hast but to summon him Will not let him linger long ;

When thy spirit waxeth dim, Yet he will not take his flight,

And in memory, at thy will, Like a traitor in the night :

Shall thy youth be with thee still!”. Erelong a warning will he give,

Minstrel, to mine inward hearing Many a little token leave :

Thus he breathes his tones of checring : Many a farewell will be spoken

Ay, and in my heart I know Ere the cherished bond is broken!

He bath spoken truly ! Softly, kindly, gentle Sprite!

Therefore will I not to wo Will he vanish from our sight :

Yield myself unduly ; Oft will he look back and sigh

For when Youth his flight hatlı taken, For the pleasant days gone by.

I shall not be all forsaken. Slowly pacing, often turning,

K. H. CORONATION SONNETS.

THE ABBEY.

Within the Minster's venerable pile
What pomps unwonted Aash upon our eyes!
What gorgeous galleries o'er each other

rise! But less with gold and crimson glows the

aisle Than with fair England's living splendours ;

while Beneath the pavement sleeps her buried

gloryWhile o'er the walls yet breathes her

deathless story. And not of living loveliness the smile, Still less of costly robes and jewels sheen, The soulless grandeur, can our thoughts

beguile From dwelling on those hallowing recol.

lections, Which chiefly make this spot the fittest scene Wherein to consecrate those new affections, We plight this day to Britain's Virgin

Queen.

THE CROWNING. How dazzling flash the streams of coloured

light, Whert on her sacred brow the crown is

placed! And straight her peers and dames, with

haughty haste, There coronets assume, as is their right. The sudden blaze makes all the temple

bright, As if the temple smiled to see her crowned. All eyes dilate with that imposing sight All voices make the vaulted roof rebound With shouts, in which the cannons' roar is

drowned, That burst in thunder on the startled ear. The lofty anthem swells the pomp of sound. It is no slavish clamour that we make, Who, born ourselves to reign, in her revere The kingly nature that ourselves partake.

THE HOMAGE.

THE QUEEN.

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How strange to see that creature young

and fair, The ensigns dread assume of sovereign

power : And claim a mighty kingdom for her dower. Oh! crowns are weighty less with gems

than care! Shall one so slight such stately burthen

wear ? And in those femininely feeble hands The orb of empire how shall she upbear? How wield the sceptre of those wide-spread

lands, Whose strength and wisdom kneel for her

commands? Yet that calm brow bespeaks a placid breast As there in innocence august she stands ; Perchance that weakness may protect her

best, Which doth suffuse our gazing eyes with

tears Of joy that is intenser made by fears.

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* Some did sneer (strange though it seem) at the incident which rendered Lord Rolle's homage an occasion of displaying the amiable character of his gracious Sovereign. But " the vile will talk yillany."

TIE SENTIMENT OF FAMILY ANTIQUITY. Among the many phenomena which their system of Polytheism ; who, in present themselves to the student of fact, their Osoi were-namely, their the philosophy of the human mind, heroes, whom length of time and dimthere are few more interesting than ness of tradition at last invested with that which may be called the Senti. the honour of divinity, removing all ment of Family Antiquity ; by which the palpable evidence of their humamust be understood, in the following nity, and leaving to an admiring pos. notice, that respect which individuals terity only the shadowy record of their feel for themselves and others from services, their virtues, and their valour. the circumstance of descent from a The modern genealogist finds the roots family or persons of note. The times of an ancient tree finally elude his in which we live are such as to make grasp in some crag. built tower overa speculation on this topic any thing hanging the Rhine, and is content to but unprofitable.

say that the “ early history of the It is evident that all notion of family house loses itself in the mist of anticonsequence takes its origin from the quity ;" the Athenian, looking up the fact of some one person having been, long ancestral line, and seeing an end at some time more or less remote as without any reason satisfactory to his may be, distinguished in some way, pride, links it on to Olympus, and from whom persons derive their no- bursts out with “Būv gaidos paxépesy." tion of family consequence together And in like manner the Romans, in with their birth. And in saying their national name, “ Quirites," and “ distinguished," we mean to exclude in their Gentilitial names, as the Gens the notion of persons being necessarily Horatia, Julia, Sempronia, brought virtuous or successful, i. e, distinguish out the unvarying principle of the ed well ; for, in course of time, de- human mind; differing in its devescendants may obtain a notion of fami, lopements, only as far as language and ly consequence from the circumstance manners make all developements of of springing from an ancestor who was the same process of the mind, in sevevicious or unsuccessful, only because ral nations, to differ from each other. he was known (notus, nobilis) or dis- Holy Scripture, with reverence be tinguished from other persons. And it said, shows us how the feeling ex80, too, we hold it no proof against hibited itself in the original people of the truth of our position, that there God. They are specifically called are families like that of the yeoman “ the children of Israel,” or “ Israel. in the New Forest, whose ancestor was ites," in memory, as it were, of the there when King Rufus was killed- distinguishing epoch and person from who have nothing to show but long which and whose day they began to existence, without a rise, in a humble be the great nation, “like the sand on condition of life; because the fact the sea-shore in multitude,” to whom that the existence of their ancestor, at the great promise of the future blesssuch and such a remote period, if well edness of all nations was made. ascertained, is, of itself, a distinction And thus much of primeval antiquiof him and them.

ty. The object of the present paper In the Greek and Roman story we is chiefly to draw some attention to find all associations looking this way, the subject of British Family AntiThe Greek, for example, teeming with quity. If we had any copy of the roll patronymical designations, all telling of Battle Abbey, on which reliance the tale of some ancient hero and his could be placed, or could satisfactorily glories – the Danaidæ, Heraclidæ, reconcile the several copies given in Erectheidæ-with what heightening print, we should be much nearer than of poetical effect the readers and lo we can now ever be towards undervers of the Attic Tragedy well know. standing the real state of William The chorus at line 820 of the Medea, Duke of Normandy's attendants upon opens with

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gister originally kept there in vera- Heraldry would have held very cheap. cious record of William's gallant com. It is, however, the ancient simple syspanions, we find, in this circumstance, tem of heraldic symbols that awakens a proof of the estimation in which our livelier sympathies. It is, we was held an ancestry ennobled by so think, hardly possible to peruse without signal a passage of arms as the Con- emotion the coats tied together by queror's conquering field. We have clasped hands, branching out into vaa few families, but very few, whose rious matches with clasped hands and descent is undoubtedly known to be fresh coats added to them in their turn: in unbroken line above the Conquest. dry as pedigrees and parish-registers Of these, one is the time honoured are by proverb, we confess there are knightly house of Trevelyan of Nettle- persons for whom they have a very combe, whose estate of Trevelyan in considerable interest. How many a Cornwall has never been out of their lance was shivered for this Matilda ! hands since the reign of Edward the How many a knight would fain have Confessor. But while the Normans wore the colour of this Grisildis ! left but few Saxon houses-none, in- Well, they were married, you see, in deed, probably, but such as were too due time, at the parish church, by the powerful to be dispossessed,-in the parish priest, to good knightly men of enjoyment of their fiefs, and so effec- their county, and here you see a tually removed them out of the station goodly line from them; this son fell in which a remembered continuance of at Towton-this fought on the Red their line and honours was likely to Rose side—this took blows and favours ensue, they themselves were, it would with the White. Ah! and here we seem, singularly careful of their own find “ jacent sepultæ;" they lie in the lines and honours. The pedigrees of family aisle in the old church : Requiour elder noble houses are, for the most escant. part, well travelled, and capable of However, as we come nearer to our bearing minute examination in each own times, some of the most ancient step ; for example, the Howard pedi. names disappear, and many others gree, which, although not in the most meet us which now occupy a distinancient class, is one of the most illus- guished place in the family history of trious by the streams of “ blue" blood our country. And furtlier, we find which flow into it-the De Vere, merg- those systems of heraldry divulged, ed by an heiress in that of the Duke which have effectually, in the end, of St Albans—the De Clifford_and, completed the extinction of genuine though not strictly in point here, the heraldic taste; although the object of Scottish Sutherland, the oldest Peer- their authors was to sustain it. age in the world, now about to be An English work on Heraldry was merged, in the lately created Eng. first printed in the year 1486, and pur. lish Dukedom of Sutherland, in the ported to be written by Dame Juliana noble house of the Gowers. And be- Berners, Prioress of Sopwell in Hert. sides these houses of peerage, there are fordshire. Mr Dallaway very pronumerous English families which can perly says, that the Prioress, howshow unquestioned descent from ncar ever, “ cannot be admitted amongst the Norman invasion.

the writers upon Heraldry, even as a To feelings how fine and elevating translator of Upton.We do not may this love of pedigree be traced; mean to moot the question whether and in us, who stand on our isthmus of Dame Juliana Berners did, or did not, time, looking up the stream at time make the translation herself,—though, gone, now tinted with all the glow if we did, we think we should take which mellows the past, or down it at part with the accomplished lady the uncertain and not very cheerful against Mr Dallaway ; but only to dawn of the future, how many associa- state fully what he hints at,-namely, tions are awakened when we turn over that the heraldic part of the “ Boke of an illuminated family-tree, or decipher St Albans" is a translation in part, coats of arms and monumental legends! but altogether a compilation from the The world now is pleased with a tin- work of Nicholas Upton, Canon of sel coat of arms, on a carraige, on a Sarum, temp. Hen. VI. We make seal, or plate, or tapestry, because the this assertion from an actual compacolours are bright, or the bearings rison of the Bodleian copy of the fanciful; and officers of arms have been " Boke of St Albans," with Upton's found who have pandered to the pre- treatise, printed with others, in one valent feeling by grants which ancient volume, by Bysslo Clarencieux, in

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