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Sanctified as our late Queen now is to our Country, by suffering, and by death, it would ill become us, who are all so frail, to speak, or almost to tbink of her frailties. Weeping over her ashes, we know, that as we are all fallible, she too must have erred in the weakness of bumanity,-But she is "gone to her accouot;" and we confidently trust, that all which required forgiveness in her soul, has been forgiven at the Throne of Mercy, and that in the “ bosom of her Father and her God," she lives for ever!

Having thus closed our imperfect biographical sketch of the long and honourable life of her late MAJESTY, we have only to observe, that it is a proud consolation to the British nation to reflect, that but one opinion exists throughout all ranks of society, as to ber unblemished and irreproachable character. Her virtues on the throne have contributed, in a bigh degree, to improve the virtues of the people ; in all those poiots that constilute female excelleoce, she was pre-emipently distinguished, and when this sentence is pronounced, what higher eulogy can be bestowed ? That her late Majesty partook of the common infirmities of human nature, it would be adulation to deoy; but her porlion of them was never such as marked her out, even in her elevaled station, with all eyes drawn upon her, for the censure of the most severe moralist. This tribute to her memory is but an act of common justice ; and with pleasure we add, it is a tribute which even her enemies,-if she had them,-cannot now refuse.

Contemplating the sepulchre of Royalty, where her scarce cold ashes are 80 soon to be deposited,-our thoughls naturally revert to that former bereavement, which has ever forced itself upon us, even amidst the busy turmoil of gaiety and occupation. The deatb of our Princess seemed like a breaking up of the fair order of nature,-the extioguishment of some celestial vision,- the annibilation of some more than human existence ;and though we image her not now, sealed upon the Throne of England, where we had so fondly hoped she was to sit, -not with the ocean diadem around her brow, which it would have so well become,-though we call on her in the damp vault, and gloomy charnel house,- from the dark coffin, and the ghastly winding sheet, -get in the dreary silence, that strikes back upon our hearts, we feel bow ardent was the love we bore for her, the young,-the fair,—the beautiful,-lhe pious !-But, sue IS HAPPY!






J. T. November 20, 1818.


ORIGIN OF AN ARCTIC COLONY. days; but such a garland of lilies as

is still consecrated in Christian churches To the Editor of the European Magazine. to Our Lady, and is part of a maiden's

funeral-ornaments. But her bower was HAVE found some difficulty in ar. no longer in her father's land; it was

rangiog the information mentioned surrounded by a sea to which there in iny last letter respecting the origin of seemed no boundary, except a sky as an arctic colony ; but am now assisted clear and blue as her own beautiful by my learned friend Dr. Blinkensop, eyes. Blanchefleur stood by her side, who ibought it his duty to submit the not in the simple attire of a wanderdocuments first to one of his Majesty's ing forester, but in a mantle of woven mioisters, as the fragment of verse which pearls and sandals of cygnet's down. I have already communicated seemed to * You have accepted,” said be, “ the contain a valuable hint regarding a se eternal pledge of my faith, and I am cret mode of escape from St. Helena. your devoted husband ; but this island The islander froin whom we collected must be your residence, and I dare this tradition could have had no ac not admit any human visitors to di. quaintance with Teutonic or Scaridi- vert you. Take, however, this wreath Bavian literature; therefore its remark- of lilies; and whatever amusement you able coincidence with those tales which desire shall appear before you when you our ancestors derived from their north- place it on your head. All that I require ern neighbours, must either give them of you is to think of me once in every the weight of truth, or convince us that hour when I am absent.” fiction is alike in all countries, from the Florice looked round the isle on which days of Charlemagne to those of the her bower was situated, and perceived it shoemaker Hans Sachs, whose 6840 was entirely covered by a garden of poems are not yet forgotten.

lilies ; and the bed on which she had “ Why have not a garden of lilies ?" been wafted seemed transformed into said the beautiful Florice, as she re a couch of silver tissue, supported on turned from a visit to her sister, whose ivory feet, and covered with a canopy garden of roses extended-seven miles in of dove's feathers. She was cbarıned Pength, guarded by a giant of courage so with the elegance of her bridal abode, superlative, that he caught the wolves and the beauty of its master; but after “in the woods, and bung them over the a stay of seven days, he departed, walls by their tails." It was the festival begging her to render herself happy of St. John, always kept on the day of till his return. The Lady of Engelthe summer solstice, and Florice went land knew there were many islands to the bank of the nearest stream to round her native country in which gather a water-lily; for it is said, the demons and giants still resided; and seed of a flower plucked on that day she thought this might be the cele. will multiply into millions. The edge braled one where, as the grammarian of the rivulet failed under her feet as Demetrius tells us, the great Kronus she bent to take the lower, and a young is kept by the giant Briareus. But stranger who had been sleeping among though she feared her husband might the sedges sprang forward to save her. be an Ettin, or giant in disguise, she Then taking one of the largest and most reconciled herself to her fate, and behcautiful of the lilies, he said, “My ganto admire bis gifts as the ladies name is Blanchefleur- beg you to of Engelland are wont. Two days keep this memorial of me. Florice passed pleasantly in her solitude, for went to her bower, and instead of the bed which had brought her there planting his gift in her garden, placed had still under its pillow the legend it under her pillow. In the morning of the “ Hero Hogen," which she had it had changed into a maiden's coro been studyivg; and its seventy-seven net; not one of those which resemble a thousand verses amused her till the bandeau * of plaited horse-hair dyed, third night ; when, in the languor of nor one of those diadems of spangled loneliness, she put the wreath of lilies cloth, shaped as a crescent before and on her bead, and wished to see a tour." tied with a ribbon behind, wbich the nament, such as was fought in the days ladies of Engelland wore in ancient of King Arthur and bis son Child Row

land. "Immediately a cluster of lilies in * Such bandeaus are still used in Livo her garden changed into the pavilion nia, and the snood in Scotland.

and gilded barriers of a tilting.liehl, £urop. Mag. Vol. LXXIV. Nov. 1818.

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and a troop of guards no taller than and I myself bave yet 291,000 years half an ell arranged themselves in gor. to exist !” + geous liveries. The tourney lasted till Florice was filled with awe and dethe moon rose, when all the squires and light; for sbe did not believe that these koights suuk upon the earth, and she merladies were seen only in dreams, or saw only a heap of dead lilies. But Flo- caused by the reflection of vapours, as rice could find no amusement in her profane witlings have said that giants own thoughts, and she continued to and fairies may be found near the Lake desire fresh spectacles and pageants till Morgaoa, and on the cloudy mountain her garden was exhausted. When she called the Broken. Therefore sbe asked found the wreath of her husband had the name of her beautifal visitor, and lost its power to create diversion, and the motive of her visit. The sea-maid obey her wishes, she waited for his answered, "My name is Fenia, and I arrival in a sullen bumour, and re govern the quern stone and the well proached him with its failure. “ Flo. of youth. Odin once commanded me rice,” said Blanchefleur, “had you de. to grind a ship-load of salt for his sired to see a representation of King great-grandson Frothi, the sovereiga Arthur's pilgrimage to rescue Guinevra, of gold. The ship sunk, and from that or the sufferings of the gentle and chaste hour the sea bas been sall.” Florice Una, or the adventures of our good enquired if the sovereign of gold still Alfred, the flowers would have bloomed lived ; and Fenia answered, smiling, again ; but they perish for ever when " He heard you lament your dreary they are employed in idle and frivolous solitude, and sent me with these roses pageants.” Florice made no reply, and to supply the place of those withered her husband departed once more, with. lilies in your garden. When they beout renewing the magic power of her gin to fade, a single leaf thrown into the bridal coronet. She read the Book of sca will bring my boat again.” Florice heroes again, and it reminded her that hesitated, for she still loved her busa fair and afflicted damsel like herself band; but she accepted a rose-bod, bad found amusement by playiug with a hoping to conceal it in her bosom, ball.* She had one of yellow silk, and the mermaid sank with her boat which she diverted herself with rolling like a bird of the waters. The lady before ber till it suddenly leaped into of the isle no longer felt the coldness the sea.

She had scarcely time to shed of lingering lassitude, but her fancy tears for its loss, before a small arm, was possessed with eager and anxious decorated with a gold bracelet, rose wishes. The blush of the rose-bad was above the surface of the water, and fixed in her cheek when Blancbefleur restored it. At the same time a boat returned, and enquired the meaning came gently towards the shore, full of of her restless and fretful melancholy. roses, and steered by one of the love. She answered angrily, that she desired Jiest forms she had ever imagined. “Be to know the purpose of his mysterious not fearful, beautiful Florice !” said her absences, and the motive which induced new visitor-" I am one of the mer. him to imprison her. Blanchesleur maids that visit all solitary vessels and sighed, and, making po repls, led ber forsaken islands. We dwelt once in to the edge the shore. India, next among the Gotbs, and after have courage," said he, “ to accomwards in Greece. Above a hundred of pany me beyond the invisible extent us were known to Plato, and the elder of this sea, and to reside where the Pliny saw almost as many on the coasts prow of the sailor and the foot of the of Gaul. The crow lives nine times the traveller have never cutered, we will flourishing age of man ; the stag four go together ; but if the quiet of this times the age of the crow; the raven island is odious, how will darkness, thrice the age of the stag; the phænix frost, and eternal silence be endured ?" nine times as long as the raven ; but we Florice saw the discretion of seeming live ten times the age of the phænix, content, and determined to avail her.

self of his absence. When she was alone

at the close of the next eve, she threw * Probably King Arthur's daughter,

a rose-leaf into the sea, and saw the commonly called Prude Ellinor, or, in the corrupt Scotch ballads, Burd Ellen.- Prude mermaid's boat ascending, not with a implies gentle, as the Preux Chevalier of freight of roses, but a yellow dwarf, the French is siinilar to our gentle knight."

+ Hesiod's Theog. and the Eddas.

** If you

whore head carried a chest or basket of scen the chest from whence the mantle gold dust, which he poured at her fect. had been taken, and coveted the reThe mermaid caught her in her arms, mainder of its contents. Chance conand throwing the coronet of lilies from ducted the Pontiff Snorro to the track her brow, sunk with ber julo the ocean. of a wolf, which he pursued till it

brought him to the recess where,

wrapped in down and beautiful as the On the Gold Bringe Syssel, or large god Amor, be discovered his sleeping promontory on the south-west coast of nephew. Charmed by its loveliness, Iceland, is a small bamlet of huts, once and touched to see the she-wolf ad. inhabited by exiles from the coast of ministering milk to it, the high-priest Norway:* A boat was found about nine brought home the babe, and placed hundred years ago upon this coast, with it iu bis sister's lap. Thurida, watchneither var por sail, but with the half- ful of the golden opportunity, accused dead body of a fair woman laid beside a the stranger of sorcery, and urged him chest. Thurida, whose name has been to demand the coffer which contained rendered famous in songs recording the her treasures. The unknown replied, love of the great Biorn, wbo visited the “ I am a wife, but not the mother North Pole for her sake, was still young of the babe. My name is Florice, and and beautiful at that period, and strove I have called him Wolfelin, because to revive the female stranger. No per- wolves have been more merciful than suasion could induce her lo explain by his mother ; but the chest is full of what means she came to a country so gold dust, and he wbo opens it shall remote, though she seemed to compre- jose his right foot and bis left eye.” hend the language of its inhabitants. Soorro seized her bands, and put her Sbe called berself a native of the He- forth from bis but into the midst of brides, offered to assist in the labours the torrent of snow-dust which fell of the field and loom, and desired no from the mountains, calling on Thor + recompense but peaceable permission to exterminate a sorceress and ber son. to reside there for one year. Thurida Florice carried the babe wrapped in took her to her own hut, and by de. its mantle in her bosom, while the shegrees conceived great friendship for wolf walked by her side till they her unknown guest, whose meekness reached a round bill with a door of and beauty were remarkable, though broad stones in the centre. The wolf she had lost her left eye. One evening, breathed on it thrice, and at the third after they had visited the Helgafels, or breath it opened, and they entered. holy mount where the altar and silver Florice walked through a long gallery, ring are deposited, Thurida imposed an where the air was soft and warm as oath of secrecy on the fair woman, and a May evening. The light was a silver entrealed her aid in a grievous emer. twilight, but it came neither from wingency. Unknown to her brother Snorro, dows nor lamps, but from the walls she was on the point of giving birth to a and roof, which were of clear trangbabe whose existence would be odious parent rock, crusted with bright stones. to its savage uncle; but by the com- Two folding doors opened into a spa. passionate aid of the stranger, both the cious hall, whose richness and brilliance mother and her offspring might be pre no tongue can tell. It seemed to ex. served from his fury. The fair woman tend the whole length and height of promised fidelity, and received the in- the bill. The pillars were so lofty and fant into a mantle of white for, which so large, that the pillars of a church she took from her chest, and deposited are no more to be compared to them in the hollow of a rock lined with the than a hillock to Benlomond. They feathers of Icelandic birds. She visited were of gold and silver fretted with it often in secrecy and darkness, feed. wreaths of flowers composed of coing it with the tenderest care, and loured jewels. And the key-stones of hoping to repay, by her bounty to the arches above, instead of coats of her foster-child, the kindness which arms or other devices, were ornamented had saved her life when wrecked on this desolate coast. But Thurida bad

+ Sir George Mackenzie mentions a

peninsular in Iceland once called the The Eyrbiggia Saga, or Annals of ihrove of the God Thor. Losing an eye Iceland in 1264, records a similar occur is still supposed to be the penalty of peep

ing at fairy-matters.

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with clusters of diamonds in the same bathed him in a dragon's blood, which

From the middle of the roof has made him impenetrable in every where the principal arches met, was part, except one he will pot pame. hung, by a gold chain, an immense The Blue Dwarf governs the sylphs and lamp of one hollowed pearl, perfectly inhabitants of the purer element; and transparent, in which was suspended a seldom leaves the sky to visit bis brolarge carbuncle that turned continu; ther's abode, which changes his colour ally round, and shed over the ball to an earthly green. The Black Brother a clear mild light like the setting-sun’s. dwells in cities, and his subjects labour Under a canopy at the farther end, on a for him in volcanoes and hidden flames, gorgeous sopba, sat her sister, the Lady except when an earthquake sends then of the Garden of Roses, “ combing her abroad to rejoice. The youngest broyellow hair with a silver comb."* She ther is unknown to me, and they say bis embraced her sister with great joy, and mansion is in the wbirlpool where all entreated to know by what chance she the oceans of the universe meet. Sishad been brought from their dear na ter, dearest sister ! I am the hundredth tive country, Kogelland, to a land so mortal wife that the yellow dwarf bas wild and distant. “ Sister,” said Rbo. stolen from our world. There is in ope daline, “the yellow dwarf who go of the chambers of this palace a linden verns all the surface of the earth, and tree, whose branches seem loaded with all the riches of its interior, has built singing.birds. But this tree is made his palace in this hill. He tempted of gold, and its trunk is filled with me to become bis wife, and to ex- organ-pipes that create the delicious change my garden of roses for his melody we bear; and those whom it treasures : but I have no living com- lulis to sleep must wake no more. panion, and every day I am compelled Since my entrance into this splendid to look upon an altar of blazing dia- prison, I have never dared to sleep, monds which ends in poisonous va Jest I should be added to the numpour. Still I live, and shall live for ber of uphappy wives whose ashes fill ages, unless you will aid me to return the diamond caskets you see round us." to Engelland.”-“ Alas !” replied Flo. Florice had no time to reply, for rice, * I came I know pot how to this Chrysos entered, and shewed in his own forlora island, and have an orphan-babe palace all the hideousness of his person. in my arms which I cannot forsake. The head of this inonstrous dwarf Fas How shall we be rendered invisible ?” an ell broad, bis eyes yellow, his pose And as she spoke she looked round her shaped like the horn of a ram; bis for the friendly wolf, which had disc hair rough as gumn and white as a swan; appeared, but a wreath of lilies lay his mouib of enormous widtb, and bis on the place where it had stood. Flo. ears like those of an ass. But his rice placed it on her bead, and the babe mantle was made of white silk brought became invisible; but when she looked from Arabia, embroidered with gems, into a mirror made of a large diamond, and his vesture of the rarest ermine, wbich hung before her, she perceived covered by a surcoat woven of the teathat her whole person and attire were thers of scarlet birds from Morocco changed. She was now a green dwarf, and Lybia. On bis head he wore the with emerald eyes and hair of a varying magical tarn-cup of unmatched power and brilliant bue, like the crest of the in Elland, sludded with gold; and the mocking bird. Rhodaliud embraced brilliant richness of his dress increased her rapturously : You are now," she his horrible ugliness, Florice sbud. said, " the perfect likeness of my hus. dered as he took her hand, mistaking band's brother. There are four of his her for the Green Dwarf, and er family—the yellow dwarf is the eldest claimed, “ Ha, my good Brother ! this and most powerful; Men call bim visit is rightly timed. I have found Chrysos, or the Gold King, and you for thee a bride of more beauty than see the splendor of bis babitation. His father Odin named him Frothi,t and

created to inhabit bollow hills, discover

gold and gems, and distinguish good and * Vide “ Northern Antiquities," Edin. had. Their tarn-caps, or veils, made them burgh edition : Animals were often gifted invisible. Heroes were midway between with clfish powers, like the she-wolf's. dwarfs and giants.

+ This story is told in one of the Books See the Legend of Hughdietritch, ia of Heroes. Dwarfs, says the preface, were the Danish Book of Heroes,

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