Clap your hands for the Prior! the roses that blow Where the spring ever smileth shall bloom on his brow! But list to that hazel-eyed beauty, nor miss Those lover-like sounds sweet as maiden's first kiss. Third Damsel's Song. Rosalie, Rosalie, Quit thy dreams and come with me! Lo! beneath the twilight star Fairies dance beside the sea! Sure thy foot is lighter far, Graceful all their moonlight play, But thine eyes are far more bright- Rosalie, love is there, Floating through the mazes fair; He hath caught them with a chain, Such as even thou might'st wear, Footsteps light as air. Rosalie, can it be, Doth he lie in wait for thee? No, ah! no, I see it all: He is bound and may not flee; Thou the captor, he the thrall— Thine henceforth is he! Rosalie, love is thine! Bound by those bright locks that twine O'er that brow of ivory. Woe is me, in vain I pine, He nor I can e'er be free Maiden fair from thee! There's a change in the strain, and the music once more Yields a gush, would have roused up the TEIAN of yore; Fill the goblet again with the nectar divine, While ye list to the praises of beauty and wine. Sub-Prior's Song. Lucy's eyes are clear and bright, Glory hath a flashing glance; Rank and Pride are gods divine, Power and Gold are mightier still; Wine, aha! I see its beams Wine, ha, ha! bright wine for me! Once more turn the tide, let the voice of the lay When within our hearts Now rose the gay novice, triumphant and keen, But where is the mortal that dares to recite For the strings that he struck seemed to mingle and swell His form grew dilated-fire flashed from his eyes! "The vows, ye have made-ye have failed to obey !— But the Primate turned coolly on Satan his back And said "Well then-I'll just take a look at your hack." And a chariot of sable he saw by the wall Of the abbey-sufficient for Abbot and all! Said the Saint, "My dear brother, you're vastly mistakenIf you think that we thus by our friends are forsaken ! Besides-all your doings are based on deceit― They're not real-and therefore I've winked on the cheat. "Did you think, when you came in such daring disguise,, That your horns, hoofs, and tail, were concealed from my eyes? Did you think I'd allow to be drawn into sin The monks of a convent that I was lodged in ? "No! you've smoothed all their penance a year and a day, Nor shall they at last have the Devil to pay! And to-morrow again, with their souls all unhurt, To their water and herbs with delight they revert." 66 Nay," said Satan, "I'll have them-I've noted, you see, As he spake, his dark fingers the sin-list unwound, Said the Saint, "I'm astonished that one of your sense I tell you their sins, and your changes were all Now the damsels so lovely that Satan had given, One look from the Saint, and their beauty is gone, While he spake, the cock crew-ere the morning was bright, And here 'twill be proper to note by the way And our companies still to each envious railer, With the fiends thronging round their great chieftain-and hark! As they came to escort home the arch-foe of light! "This is too bad," said Dunstan, "proud flesh such as yours Ye Saints! what a roaring-what vows did he make— Nov.-VOL. LXXXIV. NO. CCCXxxv. X LIFE AND REMINISCENCES OF THOMAS CAMPBELL. BY CYRUS REDDING. CHAPTER XXI. Contributions of the Poet, 1829-Catholic Emancipation-Deaths of Contributors-Barry St. Leger-Remarks on Flaxman's Lectures-Dulwich project and disappointment-Mackintosh and Lawrence-appearance of Moore's ByronLetter to Moore regarding Byron-Defence of Lord Byron-Remarks on the Defence-Removal to Scotland Yard-Rooted dislike of the Poet to Honorary Titles-Madame Roland's Philosophy commended. THE contributions of the poet to the New Monthly this year, were in poetry the songs beginning, "When Love came first to Earth," ""Tis now the Hour," the "Lines to Julia M," the accomplished daughter of the present adjutant-general, and the "Verses on the departure of the Emigrants," to be found in Moxon's edition of his works in octavo, 1839. He also published papers on Flaxman and on Shakspeare's sonnets, in prose. Catholic emancipation still engrossed much of the public attention. The Duke of Wellington, evidently unable to bring about what he thought so desirable, owing to the inveterate bigotry of many of his Tory friends, had thought it best to temporise for a season. The jealousy of the high church party was uncontrollable. The welfare of the whole community appeared to that party a thing of no moment, nor comparatively that of the crown itself. In fact it was "bishop and king," in every sense of the word, not "king and bishop." The duke accordingly wrote a letter to Dr. Curtis in Ireland, which, sound in policy, bore a remarkable contrast to the correctness of language and argument in that of the Marquis of Anglesey on the same subject, respecting which Peel had made the blunder before stated (p. 41, May No.), attributing the recall of Lord Anglesey to a letter that had no existence until afterwards. This showed a sad want of stepping out together" at head-quarters. The duke's letter contained a bull. His grace recommended burying the question in oblivion for a time and discussing its difficulty. This caused a remark from the poet, and no little merriment at one of his parties, when some insisted that the sense was perfectly clear. The poet said, that "oblivion" with the word "buried" attached, seemed to imply irrecoverable forgetfulness, but this was hypercritical, especially towards the great soldier, who did not think much of language. Besides, it was a colloquial phrase in common society. As to the bull, it belonged to the duke's own side of the channel, and the meaning was clear. 66 "But it is a bull, notwithstanding." "I do not deny it," said the poet, "but the intention is clear, there could be little doubt about the meaning." "Nor is there," remarked some one present, "about the answer of the Irishman who, when asked whether his sister-in-law had been brought to bed of a boy or a girl, replied, "By my sowl I do not know whether I am an uncle or an aunt.' |