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Embalmed in Recollection's silent eye
Are many evenings such, more sweet, more soft,
More richly beautiful, than ever more,
-While being lights its sublunary lamp..
Shall bless this heart of mine. Thro' yellow fields,
Green forests, and by gleaming waters blue,
With those whom fate or friendship linked to me,
Tell I the bliss of wandering ; every thought
For such a season uncongenial,
For such a scene, exiled, and banished far,
No earthly care to damp the joyous heart,
In innocent mirth exulting, or destroy
Visions of glory that can never be !

Our life is but a journey. Happy eves !
Ye ne'er can be forgotten !--twined with youth
In glorious recollection, ye arise ;
The crimson of your sunshine on the hills,
Your forests green, and waveless waters blue;
And holier still, and lovelier, feelings warm,
That now are scarcely felt, and lofty hopes,
That, like a rainbow, from the summer sky
Have passed away, and left no trace behind.

THE AURORA BOREALIS. A SONNET. 'Tis midnight; and the world is hushed in sleep :

Distant and dim the southern mountains lie;

The stars are sparkling in the cloudless sky; And hollow murmurs issue from the deep, Which, like a mother, sings unto its isles.

Sure spirits are abroad! Behold the north

Like a volcano glows; and, starting forth, Red streaks like Egypt's pyramids in filesLo! Superstition, pallid and aghast,

Sterts to his lattice, and beholds in fear, Noiseless, the fiery legions thronging fast,

Portending rapine and rebellion near: For well he knows that dark futurity Throws forward fiery shadows on the sky!


LAND of the muses, and of mighty men!

A shadowy grandeur mantles thee; serene
As morning skies, thy pictur'd realms are seen,
When ether's canopy is clear, and when
The very zephyrs pause upon the wing

In ecstasy, and wist not where to stray.

Beautiful Greece! more glorious in decay Than other regions in the flush of spring : Thy palaces are tenantless ;-the Turk

Hath quenched the embers of the holy fane;

Thy temples now are crumbling to the plain,
For time hath sapped, and man hath helped the work.
All cannot perish—thy immortal mind
Remains a halo circling round mankind.


No IV.

[We have been prevented from giving our promised analysis of one of Oehlenchläger's tragedies this month: but

shall certainly redeem our pledge in next Number. The following article consists of a translation of one of the short tales of the Baroness de la Motte Fouqué ma lady whose compositions, both in verse and prose, enjoy, at present, great popularity all over Germany. She is the wife of that Baron de la Motte Fouqué whose beautiful story of Undine has been translated into English and whose MAGIC-RING, WALDE, Mar the Pilgrim, and EGINHARD and EMMA, ought all to be translated immediately. We hope soon to make our readers better acquainted with the genius both of husband and of wife,

The French sound of their name may surprise our readers : but, we believe, the fact is, that the present Baron de la Motte Fouqué is the lineal representative of a Huguenot nobleman, who left France at the period of the revocation of the Edict of Nantz, and acquired considerable estates in the Prussian dominions. Many villages, and even whole towns, in the western parts of old Prussia, are almost entirely inhabited by the descendants of these French refu. gees, among whom the language of their forefathers is still spoken. The Baron, however, writes in German--and few authors of his day write more purely or more energetically. His lady is, we believe, of a Saxon family of high distinction.]

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The Cypress Crown, a Tale. By the BARONESS, CAROLINE de La Motte FOUQUE'. The promises of peace, which for many ly child, stationed in an high bow. months had been depending, came at window, raised its round white arms last to be fulfilled. The army return- on high, and receiving from its weeped home; with seriousness and solem- ing, turned-away mother, a coronet of nity they entered once more the libe- leaves, threw it down



pasrated and wonderfully rescued capital. sing troops beneath. A lancer, who

It was a Sunday morning. Since happened to be the first to notice this day-break, young and old had been occurrence, good-humouredly took up pressing through the streets towards the the wreath on his lance, while he gates. The guards could with diffi- playfully nodded to the fair little angel culty keep any degree of authority in above. He had his eyes still directed the storm of unrestrained and irresisti- in this manner, when his commanding ble joy.

officer, riding on, exclaimed, “ Ha! Crowded, squeezed, and as it were, Wolfe !ma cypress wreath! How twined and twisted through each other, came you by such a thing-it may

be stood this expectant assembly; and thought an unlucky omen !" Wolfe as the wished for moment approached, put the crown on his right arm, howbecame the more deeply and inwardly ever, and not without some discomaffected. There was scarcely a sound posure rode on ! audible in the multitude, when at last After a long tedious delay, employe the powerful yet melancholy voice of ed in putting up the horses in the rethe trumpets gave their first greeting gimental stables, giving them water from afar. Then tears fell from a and provender, the quarter-billets at thousand eyes; many a breaking heart last were distributed. Wolfe, on rewas chilled ; and on the lips of all, ceiving his ticket, had the mortification low and anxious whispers trembled. to perceive that it directed him to the Now shone the first gleams of armour house of a well-known rich butcher ! through the open gates.Scattered His comrades wished him joy-rallied flowers and garlands flew to meet him on the good eating which awaited them ; for every tree had paid its tri- him; and profited by the opportunity bute; every garden had granted a share to invite themselves frequently to be from its variegated treasures. A love. come his guests. He, meanwhile, took off his schalo * in silence, twisted the venture it till he had gone a little billet among its gold tassels, and twice way. He then looked round at them, passing his hand through his luxuriant and shook his lance, half jesting, half locks, he said, not without considerable angry. They made faces at him in vexation," this, forsooth, is rare luck! return, but soon began to disperse, No doubt the rich miser is well enough and Wolfe proceeded on the road to known!-I heartily wish, however, that his quarters. I had been quartered anywhere else!" He had not gone far when he found “ Ha, ha! what a silly fellow you the street and the number. Already must be !" cried a bold knowing com- at a distance he saw a gigantic man in rade" what is it to you, pray, if your his shirt-sleeves, standing under the host is a miser or a spendthrift? Only door-way. His countenance of a dusky let him be rich enough-then a soldier yellow complexion, was quite shaded is sure to be well off. However, you over by coal-black bushy projecting must begin with politeness and ad- eyebrows; the small eyes, devoid of dress—every thing depends on good intellect, appeared to watch the rolling management." That is very true, vapours of a short pipe.—One hand I grant you !" said Wolfe, as he threw was placed in the waistcoat pocket, his knapsack over his shoulder, the other seemed to dance up and “ but there are a set of people in the down the silver knots of the pipe, world on whom all politeness is thrown which rested ever and anon on his away, and who have no heart or feel goodly person. Wolfe saluted him ing for man nor beast. If ever I meet courteously, and, with a modest bow, with a butcher's waggon in the streets, shewed him his billet; upon which full of miserable animals tied and the man squinted at him sidewise, and bundled together, and see how the without attending any further to his poor beasts lie there over and under guest, he pointed, with his thumb one another, groaning sometimes, so bent backwards, to the house at the that it cuts one to the heart, and mark same time adding, in a gloomy and how the fellows plod on behind the indifferent tone Only go in there, cart in utter indifference--whistling Sir! my people know already." Wolfe perhaps all the time, I have much ado bit his lips, and entering somewhat to withhold myself from falling on, abruptly, his sabre that rattled after and beating the scoundrels heartily! him, happened to inflict a pretty Besides, to say the truth, I have had sharp blow across the legs of Mein-herr enough of blood and slaughter, and John, his landlord. " What the debegin to be disgusted with the whole vil in hell !" grumbled the butcher. trade!”

Wolfe, however, did not allow himself “ Oh !" cried his laughing compa- to enter into any explanation or disnions, “ Wolfe cannot bear the sight pute, but passed on, and came into of blood-Thou chicken-hearted fel- the court. He found there a pale low !-And when did this terror come and sickly-looking girl carrying two upon thee?"_" Don't talk non- buckets of water. Wolfe, drawing sense,” replied Wolfe angrily—“ in near to her, inquired if she was the battle, when man stands against man, servant of his landlord ? The girl reand besides, when there are different mained silent, and as if terrified motives for action, (laying his hand on standing before him. She had set his iron cross) one looks neither to the down the two buckets on the ground, right nor the left, but in a soberer and looked on him with large rayless mood-well then, I shall not deny it, eyes unsteadily. Her complexion seemwhenever I pass by a butcher's stall, ed always to become more pale, till she and see the bloody axe, and hear (or resembled a marble statue more than fancy that I hear) the groans of agony, an animated being. Meanwhile, as I feel inwardly, as if the fibres of my Wolfe renewed his question, she let heart were torn—and therefore, I do her head sink upon her breast, and wish that I had been quartered any taking up the buckets again, she sail, where else !”

with her eyes fixed on a short fight His comrades began to laugh at him of steps that led by a servant's door more than ever, though they did not into the house, “ Come up here; and

The square cap worn by the Prussian Lancers.

immediately at the first door on the smoke into the serene air, resigned right hand you will find your cham- himself to the voluntary How of his ber.”

thoughts and recollections. Wolfe looked after her a while quite The solitary garden, the obscure lost in thought, then climbed up canopy of the trees, the bright moonthe narrow stairs, and found all as shine that gleamed over them-all she had told him. The room was these things harmonized wonderfully small and dark; the air oppressive together, and woke in his mind inand suffocating. From the rough finite trains of long-lost associations. smoky walls large pieces of the lime He thought of his home, and of his had fallen away, and here and there aged mother; and by degrees became were scraps of writing, initials, and altogether opprest and melancholy. It figures of men and women, and occurred to him, that he was here abbeasts' heads, drawn with pieces solutely without any one who took an of coal, or a burnt stick. Right op- interest in his fate ; and all at once he posite to the half-blinded window felt an extraordinary longing and anstood a miserable bed ; and near it hexiety for his brother, who had now saw a red-rusty nail, sticking a long for a long time roamed about the way out of the walls. Wolfe hung world, and of whom no satisfactory his cypress crown upon it; placed his intelligence had for many years been lance and sabre in a corner ; threw received. He had at first been a his knapsack upon the table, and baker's apprentice—had afterwards en more than once, grumbling within his tered into an engagement as a chaiseteeth, “ What lubberly fellows these driver--and at last all traces of his rich misers are !” he kicked aside two name and fortune had, among strangbroken stools, went and leaned out of ers, vanished quite away. “ Perhaps," the window, and by degrees whistled thought Wolfe, “ he has also become his anger away.

a soldier; and now, when peace has Over the court and neighbouring come, and every nation is tranquil, buildings was visible a fine large gar- news may have in all probability arden, which looked out," fresh and rived at home of my poor brother Anfragrant through the bluish-grey at- drew.” mosphere of the town. There dark

With this persuasion he endeavouravenues t wined their branches on high, ed to console himself ; but could not in arches like those of a gothic cathedral help wishing immediately to write over the solitary places ; golden home for information; the recollection sun-flowers waved on their limber of his brother had so suddenly and stalks over long labyrinths of red deeply agitated his heart. and white roses; walks and thickets Wolfe now for the first time nosurrounded the whole. There, all ticed with great vexation, that they was silent; the rich luxuriance of the had given him no light. This at least domain seemed like that of an en- he resolved to demand. He got up chanted wood, that no mortal foot had therefore, (not without a soldier-like ever violated. Wolfe surveyed this oath) and dressed as he then happengarden with extraordinary pleasure, ed to be, in a short linen waistcoat, and would almost have given the world and without a neckcloth, went out. for the privilege of walking through According to his custom when much a region of so much beauty and still- irritated, he passed his hands over his ness; but however this might be, he head several times, raising his luxubecame quite reconciled to his apart- riant locks in such manner as to give ment on account of its having such a a considerable wildness to his toute prospect.

ensemble, and cautiously groped his He kept himself quiet through the way down stairs. In the lobby there rest of the day, giving himself little glimmered a dusky lamp: Wolfe concern about what might be going stepped into the circle of the unceron in the house. Towards evening tain radiance, looked about for some his military duties called him abroad. means or other of obtaining his obHe returned just after it had begun to ject, and searched with his hand for

The window stiĩl re- the bell-rope. At this moment Meinmained open. He drew a chair to- herr John happened to return home wards it, filled his pipe, seated him- from his evening recreation at the self, and rolling out ample volumes of ale-house; and with glowing com

grow dark.

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down the steps.

plexion and glistening eyes, (not be unmingled with pleasure, for he now ing aware of Wolfe's presence) gave perceived that she was very pretty; the accustomed signal" with a hard and a fine, but rather hectic, red knotted stick on the door. Wolfe per- played alternately over her interesting ceiving this, stepped up to meet him, features. He took her hand respecto carrying his head very high (while the fully-"My dear,” said he,“

you are light, such as it was, shone full upon so much agitated-have I offended him), and said, in a commanding you ?"-"Oh heavens! certainly not,” tone, “ Must I always sit in the answered she, beginning to weep anew. dark?" Mein-herr John started as if “ Then, surely,” said Wolfe, earnesthe had been struck with a thunder- ly, “ some one else has done somebolt, let the cudgel fall out of his thing to distress you ?” Louisa folded hands, looked about wildly and aghast, both hands, pressed them to her

eyes, then rushed in and passed by Wolfe, and slightly shook her head" Ġod uttering a deep groan of indescribable has so willed,” said she; “ terror. “ Is he mad, or drunk ?” said have been sent hither ; good Heavens ! our hero, who, at this strange behavi. all was so well-so tranquil-now all our, grew more irritated, applied him- my afflictions are renewed !" She made self resolutely to the bell, and stood signs to Wolfe that he must not follow prepared to raise a still greater disturb- her ; wiped the tears with her apron ance, when the pale interesting girl, from her eyes; and went silently Louisa, stepped out timidly, and, on hearing his demand, excused her ne- Wolfe having returned to his room, gligence, and, with a light in her sat for a long time right opposite to hand, hastened up stairs before him. the candle, leaning his head on his She then set the candle on the table, hands; and, without being able to acshut the window, wiped the dust from count for the extraordinary and myste the chairs, and, in her silent and quiet rious emotion by which he was overmanner, employed herself for a while whelmed, all his thoughts involuntain the room.

rily became more and more dark and Wolfe was very reserved and mo- melancholy, just as if some fearful and dest with ladies--he hated scandal; heavy misfortune were about to fall and, on the whole, perhaps, had not upon him. He could not prevail over much confidence in the house. For his reflections so as to bring them into these reasons, the presence of the girl any regular order; so deeply had the rather vexed him. He kept himself voice of the weeping Louisa penetrated turned away, and drummed with his into his heart. Her accents were now fingers against the window. Louisa inwardly renewed, and divided, as it stood at the bed, with spread hands, were, into a thousand echoes. In lissmoothing and arranging the bed tening to her, it had not been without clothes. Wolfe heard her sigh deep- difficulty that he had refrained from ly, and involuntarily looked after her, tears; her touching sorrow almost as she retired sobbing and hanging broke his heart; and his own fate down her head with an expression of seemed unac

accountably involved with the deepest melancholy. All this her misfortunes. vexed him to the soul. " What then Thus wholly occupied and lost in can she weep for?” said he to himself deep thought, he began, absently, to " Has my rough manner terrified engrave with a pen knife, (which lay her? or, in my hurry, have I used to near his tobacco-pouch, and had servher some harsh words?” He had al- ed for clearing his pipe), all sorts of ready the light in his hands, and anxi- lines and angles on the crazy old woodously hastened after her-"Stop, stop, en table at which he sat. Without my dear!” cried he aloud ; “ it is as knowing or intending it, he had endark as pitch on the stairs !-you graven on the already hacked and dismay do yourself a mischief!"-Louisa figured boards, Louisa's name, which was still standing on the first steps. he had overheard frequently called Wolfe leaned over the railing and aloud through the house. Orinbservlighted her down. She thanked him ing what he had done, he almusi startwith emotion, and her humid eyes ed; and then drew the knife several were lifted up to him with an expres- times across the letters to obliterate the sion of unaccountable grief. Wolfe name.

As he was then more fully beheld her with silent perplexity, not made aware of what he had done, all

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