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ardaous task. We meet him in various dis "And then he tells them how strange guises, and exercising his influence upon dif robbers seized her, bound her, while he and ferent natures—now smiting upon the cold, all her other children denied her in her agony; proud, rocky heart' of the worldling, now counted out the gold that bought her pangs; flashing out his thoughts like lightning upon and when she lifted up her shackled hands the careless crowd: teaching the minstrels in and prayed forgiveness for them-struck her! their own souls' language the noblest theme The wellnigh quenched but still existing spirit that can inspire their song; and evoking from of his auditors is roused by this tale of viothe depths of woman's gentle nature that lence, and with execrations they attempt to mild but spiritual splendour which is the kill him, when he bids them stand off, for they crowning glory of a great cause, like the are partners in the wrongs and sharers in the crescent on the brow of night. Time would unhallowed gain; that his Mother is their fail us were we to expatiate upon each several Mother :scene; we must therefore content ourselves with presenting one or two extracts and
* Her name is ROME. Look round, introducing a few comments.
And see those features which the sun "The opening of the poem strikes us as
Can hardly leave for fondness. Look being very powerfully conceived. The sun is setting and his last streaks of glory are light
upon ing up the heavens, the purple heavens' of
Her mountain bosom, where the very sky Rome. They touch with all their sad and
Beholds with passion : and with the last solemn beauty the cramped and fettered limbs
proud of her who once was mistress of the world.
Imperial sorrow of dejected empire, They flit among the towers and battlements
She wraps the purple round her outraged which flash the splendour back no more; but
breast, receive the sunshine shudderingly, and with a
And even in fetters cannot be a slave.' fearful air, like a prisoner through the grated
“And then he launches into a long and window of his cell: and still the bright beams come and go as they were wont to do,
eloquent harangue: he dresses up the past in
all its ancient pomp, as sunset streaming and seem to wonder why they meet not with the olden welcome. Upon an ancient battle- i dimmed statues of ancestral rulers : he shows
through stained windows lights up the dustfield a band of youths and maidens meet;
them their present state, a life in death-a they sing and dance although their land is a
mockery of existence -'a broken mirror, desolation and themselves but slaves they
which the glass in every fragment multiplies :' dance upon the spot where their great fathers
and looking forward, with a prophet's vision fought and bled to bind another chaplet round
he evokes the phantoms of the future, the the laurelled brows of what was then their
glories nebulous as yet, but destined to become Country. The Missionary approaches, dis the stars of earth—the fixed and flashing guised as a monk, and bids them stop, they
diadems upon the brow of Time. Then by his dance upon a grave—the grave that holds his Mother! They yield to his solicitations and
Country's wrongs, withdraw a space : he follows and begs them
By her eternal youth, to forgive his vehemence, and bids them listen
And coëternal utterless dishonour, how he loved his Mother :
Her toils, her stripes, her agonies, her
scnrsShe loved me, nursed me,
And her undying beautyAnd fed my soul with light. Morning By her long agony and bloody sweat, and Even,
Her passion of a thousand years, her Praying, I sent that soul into her eyes,
glory, And knew what heaven was though I was Her pride, her shamo, her worlds subdued a child.
and lost, I grew in stature and she grew in good He swears She shall be free!'
ness. I was a grave child ; looking on her taught Alas! the heartless slaves have stolen away
one by one, and when the poor enthusiast To love the beautiful: and I had thoughts looks to find an answering echo to his great Of Paradise, when other men have hardly appeal, he is alone with the grass and the Look'd out of doors on earth. (Alas! alas! ruins and the broad blue sky and the soft That I have also learn'd to look on wind of heaven. And yet not quite alone : earth
for one of the band of revellers, a Roman When other men see Heaven.) I toil'd, maiden, has been attracted, spell-bound by but ever,
the words that have fallen, like flakes of fire As I became more holy, she seem'd holier; from a burst bombshell, from Vittorio Santo's Even as when climbing mountain-tops, tongue: and now she timidly approaches him the sky
and asks if there be no office in the great work Grows ampler, higher, purer as ye rise.' | which Rome's danghters can fill--no services
which they can render to their common libertine in Milan'-the shudderings of son! mother. A mighty change has passed upon as she contemplates her scheme for his libera her spirit in these few brief moments: the tion, and her last act of glorious self-forgetmissionary, all unconscious, held the master fulness, when she accomplishes her object, and key of her affections, and now she is his in life baffling the base hopes of the tyrant, dies : and death.
and in dying shows the greatness of a woman's * Alas! the love of women, it is known
heart, the unsullied lustre of a woman's love. To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
There is to us something inexpressibly touchAll that they have upon that die is
ing in this portrait, so pure, so exalted, yet so thrown.'
true to nature; something which appeals to
our best feelings, and nobly vindicates the She knows he has entered upon a perilous į noble origin of our common humanity. And enterprise-that he carries his life in his hand; it is not merely a fine idea of the poet, & but she will surrender fortune, fame, friends, beantiful creation of the fancy with a raineverything, to be his follower, to execute his bow's brilliancy and a rainbow's unsubstantial orders, and to live within the shadow of his life: it is the personification of a great fact, presence. But what can she do? What part a special instance of the love which lies abont in the drama can she sustain ? Woman can
us like the grass upon the meadows. True, not grasp an abstract idea. This Rome, this the sacrifices woman has to make now are not Country, this impersonation of the frowning what they were then ; but though the light ruins which she saw around but bewildered her: has come down from the mountains to the she wanted to observe some glance of human valleys—no more a beacon but a household nature in the idol's eyes '--some touch of fire-it still exists. Ten thousand silent withuman feeling in the Queen they strove to nesses are standing round us of the fact, more reinstate—some symbol of humanity upon the eloquent in their silence. There are sacrifices banners of the host. It was Rome she loved offered up every day within our ken as noble personified in Rome's deliverer ; it was Santo's as the Roman girl's, and the more we conwild and witching words that woke the music template and admire them the better will our from her heart-strings, and so she strives to lives become. We cannot bear the vulgar hand do his will, to prove herself not unworthy of which rudely tears away the veil that hides so her leader. And nobly does she execute her many sacred scenes ; but we give honour to mission : Vittorio is imprisoned by a libertine the man who shows us Woman in her noble young lord, Francesca purchases his freedom
nature, her generous devotion of herself to at the price of herself, and 'in her superb high others; for we feel he gives an impulse to our loveliness, whose every look enhanced the spirit, subdues our miserable selfishness, inransom,' begs
spires us with a hopeful and a healthy spirit, * Another maiden hour for prayer and
lightens our burden in this lingering lifetears.
journey, and lifts us nearer Heaven! Francesca wore a poniard. She is now
• Thou little child, A maid for ever.'
Thy mother's joy, thy father's hope
thou bright, “ The poet has displayed a very high degree of talent in the conception of this character.
Pure dwelling where two fond hearts keep
their gladnessThe labyrinthine mazes of passion are de
Thou little potentate of love, who comest veloped with a master hand. The dazzling,
With solemn sweet dominion to the old, blinding rush of fresh thoughts and feelings evoked mysteriously, like the fabled well.
Who see thee in thy merry fancies
charged spring of Helicon, from the heart of the young Italian girl : the moments of doubt, suspense,
With the grave embassage of that dear
past, hesitation : the conflict between fear and love -the fear of offending, of being cast off as
When they were young like thee—thou
vindication useless, of being but a drag upon the chariotwheels of the emancipator : the love which
Of God—thou living witness against all
men has dawned suddenly upon her like an Oriental sunrise, and which she knows cannot perish
Who have been babes—thou everlasting
promise but with her existence—the love which would
Which no man keeps——thou portrait of be contented with the humblest post in his
our nature, great enterprise: the set determination to do
Which in despair and pride we scorn and the wishes of her master-and the woman's
worshipweakness asking for some tangible reality, some symbol of the divinity she is to serve
Thou household-god, whom no iconoclast
Hath broken!' some star to twinkle with a human radiance on what, to her, would else be but one broad “That strain falls on us like a snow-flake and blinding blue-the still, intense com on a fevered lip: Childhood gleams on us once munings with her own spirit when she learns again—those early days when we were innothat he is doomed to die by the greatest cent and happy, when earth with its flowers
and sunshine seemed a Paradise which would passed the rapid and the precipice, and gone never pass away-when the moon and the to rest in some sequestered spot, the mirror stars were a mystery, and we believed that of the Heaven that hangs above it. God was up, far away in the great blue "Let us glance for a moment at the closing heaven-when we felt as secure in the domestic
The Monk has fulfilled his mission, circle, as Adam did within the cherubim-de the task which was appointed him he has fended battlements' of Eden. Childhood ! accomplished : and now prisoned, condemned, Before the serpent drew its trail across our sentenced to die on the morrow, he knows his path and dimmed the lustre which it takes a hour has come. A number of his partisans life-long labour to regain-before we tasted of are gathered in the dungeon to bid him farethe Trees of Life and Knowledge and found well, to hear his parting words, to listen to them dust and ashes in our mouth—' Trees the last instructions of their leader ere he of death and madness.' An immeasurable passes from them for ever, and leaves them gulf divides us from that blessed time-we to carry on the cause alone. It is a solemn have passed from out that dream-land where and a critical moment. He is standing in the we were supremely happy in our ignorance shadow of death and on the brink of the unwe have plunged into the fiery furnace of the seen world: the stormy past lies behind him world, and taken part in its toils and throb. like the dashing ocean in the wake of the bings, and restless heaving passions. We bark that nears the haven. He has stemmed have felt the fever-strife of existence--the the flood and grappled with the fury of the elements which constitute at once the blessing whirlwind. . He has lived among the strife of and the bane of manhood. Many a hard lesson elements, the war of deadly passions. He had have we learned, many an agonizing thought to kindle the first feeble watch-fire, and fan has maddened our brain, and many a wild its faint and sickly flame; he had to seek woe has swept across our heart-strings and materials to work upon, and then to mould struck out harsh discord. Love has looked them to, his purpose; he had to teach the upon us with her heavenly eyes, like a fairy i ignorant, to stimulate the faint-hearted, to from a fountain, and then died away in bub cheer the wavering, to check the undisciplined bling music, leaving us longing to follow her, ardour of the over-zealous-and all alone. but not knowing whither. Fame, Fortune, But now his voice is softened, and a calm-like all the wreckers' lights the world hangs out sunset rests upon his noble features. to tempt poor mortals to destruction on its reefs and shoals, have met us. Death has thrown his
* Let us brighten shadow on our path, and mufiled in his mantle
This last best hour with thoughts that, those we called our own. And then in some
shining through still moment—some hour when we are sitting
To-morrow's tears, shall set in our worst silently over our lonely fireside, the ghosts of
cloud I our early days appear like gleams of a re
The bow of promise.' moter world :-old thoughts, old feelings, old “He puts away from him now the sound of i associations, come to life again-then, gazing war, the shock of arms, the noise of hosts, I on the laughing landscape we have left for the banners and the blazoned ensigns; and
ever, the golden sunrise which has gathered he endeavours to instil into the minds of his to a burning heat, the fresh young corn-blade followers a knowledge of their higher duty, which has matured through many a storm and of a more difficult but nobler task which may sunbeam till it bows beneath the weight of its be theirs. He bids themown age and longs for the sickle ;—who has
* Learn a prophet's duty : not sometimes wished he was a child again ? Sometimes the wish steals on us when the
For this cause is he born, and for this
cause, white-robed past confronts the sin-stained
For this cause comes he to the world, present, and aggravates its hue by contrast ;
to bear but life was breathed into the frame of each
Ilitness. that he might answer a purpose, and we must ever Onward! Knowledge is power, though "Truly, as his audience thought, ’tis a hard it be stamped into the spirit with a burning saying—Whoshall hearit ? It is comparatively brand: and he acts nobly who girds himself easy when the commander says, 'Up and at up for action. There may be tears for him, them,' to charge down the hill upon the enemy, and throbbings of the heart, and passionate like the Life Guards at Waterloo ; but it is a sad voices from the past; there may be soli greater and a hundred-fold more difficult task tude and silence—the solitude of a being to stand as those Guards stood for seven mortal friendless in a peopled world: but let him hours upon the eminence without stirring pass on with a resolved but stricken spirit, a step or firing a shot. It is a gallant thing believing that the path he treads is that of to fight with the free and the brave in defence duty and the goal is God; and he shall find of our country, our shrines, our hearth-stones, that knowledge, purified by faith, is better and our fathers' sepulchres-action animates than unconscious innocence: his shall be the and prevents the spirits drooping : companions crystal calmness of the current that has in arms, though they be few, incite us on: we
fling fear, doubt, irresolution to the winds, ranks—to have the harrowing conviction and death is indifferent to us, for we know burned in upon the soul that we must go on that glory decks the hero's bier if it does not now alone-go along the path we have chosen, bind his brow. But to bear witness !
and forego all the pleasures on which we * Speak, speak thy message ;
counted to render existence endurable—these, The world runs post for thee. The good
these things try the temper and the tone of by nature,
spirit—these constitute a frightful and a fiery The bad by fate ;--whom the avenging
ordeal at which human nature shudders. And gods
yet all this must frequently be undergone for Having conden.n'd have first demented.
the cause of Truth. The alternative is a Know
terrible one, and many waver ; but such hare By virtue of that madness they are
not the elements of real greatness in them, thine.
the qualities which constitute one who must Lay-brothers working where the sanctity
bear Witness. The world has its laws and Of thine high office comes not. Savage
customs, its usages and ordinances; and friends
woe to the man who sets himself in opposition Who, scattering in their wrath thy bencon,
to these. The world has its idols, its creed, light
its rule of faith-woe to the man who rises The fire that clears the wilderness. Un.
! and declares its worship blasphemy-its creed conscious
; a falsehood-its rule of faith a damnable de Disciples, writing up the martyr's title lusion. Woe! truly; but unutterable woe In Hebrew, Greek, and Latin on his
would it be if these men did not rise up ever cross.
and anon, to smite the lazy blood into the Love him who loves thee; his sweet love
cheeks of humanity; to exorcise the demon hath bought
that directs the rabid multitude; to breathe A place in Heaven. But love him more
a holier feeling through a land defaced by who hates,
blood and crime. They are the pioneers of For he dares hell to serve thee. Pray for
| Freedom, the vanguard of the hosts of Truth. him
And their fate is to be reviled and ridiculed Who hears thee gladly; it shall be
blasphemed and buffetted — tortured body remember'd
and soul with all the ingenuity of cruelty. On high. But, martyr! count thy debt
Well—so it is, and so it will be : they have the greater
counted the cost; their death-smile is the calm To the reviler; he hath bought thy
of conquest; and triumph
* They flee far With his own soul. In all thy toils forget
To a sunnier strand : not
And follow Love's folding star That whoso sheddeth his life's blood for
To the evening land.' thee Is a good lover ; but thy great apostle,
“Vittorio Santo is one of these-and noir Thy ministering spirit, thy spell-bound,
his last hour has come. He has to take a World-working giant, thy head hiero
final look at that cause which he has watched phant
alone from its cradle: which he has reared And everlasting high priest, is that
amid ten thousand obstacles, and guided sinner
through ten thousand dangers : he is leaving Who sheds thine own.'
it in the hands of his followers, and with all
the solemnity of sorrow, with all the majesty “ To bear witness! what a world of mean of a man sublime in suffering and crowned ing lies hidden in these few words ! how many with the diadem of death, he endeavours to of the grandest elements of human nature it form their minds, to instil into them those requires to mould a character like this! Every great principles which have regulated his own man values the honest hearty good word of career. He gives them a glimpse of the higher his neighbours; and there are associations mysteries, and strives to stimulate their souls gathered round the heart of each of us which to pierce the mist which hides them from the it is impossible to efface. To be estranged common ken. He labours to communicate to from those we have lived with and loved from
them that strong, calm, deep, earnest feeling infancy-to pass from under the shadow of
which is an ark of refuge to a persecuted cause, the faith that has fostered us—to look upon and still on every cloud that either frowns or old sights, old haunts, familiar scenes, and falls imprints the bow of promise. Thus find they are but fiends to mock us with a having spoken words of comfort and assurance memory of what once was—to see contempt to the companions of his toil, having done and scorn assume the place where love was
everything in his power for the promotion of wont to reign--to know that the affections we the enterprise-with peace upon his brow, he prized more than life are changed to worm
passes from thom like the orb of day into the wood-to watch our tried and trusted friends 1 phambers of the West, and then the night deliberately range themselves in the foemen's cometh ; '-but it is a ' night of stars.' The
greater luminary has set, yet his 'apostle must be the faggot and the fire; there must lights' have caught the mantle that fell from be hollow-heartedness and mockery : for hiin as he ascended, and ere the musket-shots battle must be waged between the true and of the minions of the tyrant have passed
false till time shall be no more. There will through his body, there is a band of twenty be thousand insurgents at the gates-led on by
• Dim echoingsa woman!
Not of the truth, but witnessing the
truthYes! Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Like the resounding thunder of the rock Though baffled oft, is ever won.'
Which the sea passes-rushing thoughts
like heralds, You may place what barriers ye will in the Voices which seem to clear the way for way of Truth and Liberty-ye cannot stop
greatness, them. You may burn and slay and torture Cry advent in the soul, like the far their votaries ; you may drive them into the
shoutings mountains ; you may scatter their ashes to the That say a monarch comes. These must winds and waters :--from grave and guillotine
go by, and gory block proceeds an influence that And then the man who can outwatch this passes like electric fluid through the hearts of
vigil men and mocks your mad endeavour.
Sees the apocalypse.' • Truth is the equal sun, Ripening no less the hemlock than the
“There is a hearty purpose and a solemn vine.
earnestness in “The Roman' which we think Trath is the flash that turns aside no
is calculated to teach an admirable lesson to,
and produce a powerful effect upon, the minds more
of the present age. From castle than from cot. Truth is a
Never perhaps was it
more necessary to inculcate independent spear Thrown by the blind. Truth is a Ne
thought and self-reliance; never more remesis
quisite to guard individuals against losing Which leadeth her beloved by the hand
their identity in the mass; never more needThrough all things ; giving him no task
ful to fix the image of Truth in the heart, and
tend it day and night as the virgins watched to break
the fire of Vesta. Our poet shows us the A bruised reed, but bidding him stand firm
dignity of man—the power he can exercise, Though she crush worlds.'
the active power of kindling great thoughts
in his fellow-men-rousing them up from ** Truth is the hidden treasure which a their lethargic sleep-snapping the fetters baffled and bewildered universe has been en which cramp their spiritual freedom, and gaged in seeking for six thousand years. bidding them pursue the path which God has What is Trath ? "Tis a question which has placed before them, and along which duty been often asked : by the broken heart and guides them--peradventure to a grave. He the bleeding breast; by the dauntless spirit shows us also Man's passive power-the and the undimmed eye. It has been asked in i nobler of the two, and by far the more difthe full triumph of faith, when the light of ficult to practise—the power which can impel eternity illuminated the world-mysteries; it the soul right onward, like an arrow to its has gone up to heaven with the stifled sob mark; which yields not to the sun-smile of from the stricken spirit ; it has been uttered fortune nor to the pitiless peltings of the to the silent forest by the lonely anchorite ; tempest-cloud : the power from which the it has been proclaimed in the majesty of hope, shafts of scorn fall off with deadened point; in the agony of despair, in the ghastly which walks unscathed through the fiery eloquence of death. Truth stands ever in furnace of a nation's mockery: and gazes still, silent beauty, like a star which reeks not with an unblenched eye upon the ghastliest of the clouds which come and go, and make insignia of death. He shows us Pity bending wild warfare in the heavens. These shall pass with unutterable tenderness ; Love sacrificing away--the strife of tongues shall cease-the self at the altar of its divinity; Resolution stern vain possessions and pursuits of earth shall as fate, sheathing the spirit as in a panoply vanish from their votaries—the workmen on of steel; Hope, baffled, bleeding, but like the the walls and battlements of this vast Babel dolphin, beautiful in death ; Faith lifting its tower shall be arrested in their labour like flashing eyes to Heaven, and speaking forth the moon at Ajalon-the incubus shall be re the words of inspiration. He takes us by the moved from the bosom of humanity, and the hand and conducts us reverently among the emancipated universe shall recognize their ruins of the past—he leads us within the victim and their Conqueror-the solution of circle of its magic presence, and bids us look this world-enigma—the Everlasting Trath. and wonder. But then the end cometh. Meanwhile there “We must conclude as we commenced. must be agony and tears and death; there What went ye out for to see ? "The moral of