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As the dreadful dread

Grows certain though unsaid. “ CROAK, croak, croak,”

For laughter there is weeping, Thus the raven spoke,

And waking instead of sleeping, Perched on his crooked tree

And a desperate sorrow
As black as black could be.

Morrow after, morrow.
Shun him and tear him,
Lest the bridegroom hear him
Scout him and rout him

Oh, who knows the truth,
With his ominous eye about him.

How she perished in her youth,

And like a queen went down Yet, “ Croak, croak, croak,”

Pale in her royal crown : Still tolled from the oak;

How she went up to glory From that fatal black bird,

From the sea-foam chill and hoary, Whether heard or unheard :

An innocent queen and holy, “ O ship upon the high seas,

To a high throne from a lowly ? “ Freighted with lives and spices, “ Sink, O ship,” croaked the raven: “ Let the bride mount to heaven.”

They went down, all the crew,

The silks and spices too, In a far foreign land,

The great ones and the small, Upon the wave-edged sand,

One and all, one and all. Some friends gaze wistfully

Was it through stress of weather, Across the glittering sea.

Quicksands, rocks, or all together? “If we could clasp our sister,"

Only the raven knows this, Three say: “Now we have missed her!”

And he will not disclose this. “ If we could kiss our daughter !” Two sigh across the water.

After a day and year

The bridal bells chime cleur ;
Oh, the ship sails fast
With silken flags at the mast,

After a year and a day

The bridegroom is brave and gay : And the home-wind blows soft ;

Love is sound, faith is rotten; But a raven sits aloft,

The old bride is forgotten :-
Chuckling and choaking,

Two ominous ravens only
Croaking, croaking, croaking: -
Let the bridegroom keep watch keenly

Remember black and lonely.
For this choice bride mild and queenly.


-Macmillan's Magazine.
On a sloped, sandy beach,
Which the spring-tide billows reach,
Stand a watchful throng

Who have hoped and waited long :
“ Fie on this ship, that tarrjes

ETERNAL Alps, in your sublime abode “ With the priceless freight it carries. The soul goes forth untrammelled, and, apart “ The time seems long and longer : From little self, expands and learns of God. “O languid wind, wax stronger ;” - There, it forgets awhile the busy mart

Where strength, heart, life, are coined with cunWhilst the raven perched at ease

ning art Still croaks and does not cease,

To common currency : forgets the strife One monotonous note

For gold, place, power, and fame; the bitter Tolled from his iron throat :

smart “ No father, no mother,

Of disappointment, pain, and sorrow rife “ But I have a sable brother :

Where poor humanity walks in the paths of “ He sees where ocean flows to,

life. “ And he knows what he knows, too."

Ye are unsullied by the serpent's trail A day and a night

Of sin and death, with all their weary woes ; They kept watch worn and white; And ye do minister within the veil A night and a day

of an eternity that never knows For the swift ship on its way ;

The changes of decay. Time overthrows For the bride and her maidens

Man's proudest glory, but his hand has striven - Clear chimes the bridal cadence

In vain to mar your beauty ; as ye rose, For the tall ship that never

When form and light to the young earth were Hove in sight for ever.


Ye stand, with your white brows, by the closed On either shore, some

gates of heaven. Stand in grief loud or dumb

-Once a Week.


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All day I heard the pines lamenting
M. A C.

With thine upon thy homestead hills.

Green be those hillside pines for ever,
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,

And green the meadowy lowlands be, The solemn vista to the tomb

And green the old memorial beeches, Must know, henceforth another shadow,

Name-carven in the woods of Lee! And give another cypress room.

Still let them greet thy life companions In love surpassing that of brothers,

Who thither turn their pilgrim feet,

In every mossy line recalling
We walked, O friend, from childhood's day;
And looking back o'er fifty summers,

A tender memory sadly sweet.
Our foot-prints track a common way.

O friend ! if thought and sense avail not One in our faith, and one our longing

To know thee henceforth as thou art.

That all is well with thee forever To make the world within our reach

I trust the instincts of my heart. Somewhat the better for our living,

AN And gladder for our human speech.

Thine be the quiet habitations, Thou heardst with me the far-off voices,

Thine the green pastures, blossom soon,

And smiles of saintly recognition
The old beguiling song of fime,
But life to thee was warm and present,

As sweet and tender as thy own.
And love was better than a name.

Thou com’st not from the hush and shadow

To meet us, but to thee we come; To homely joys and loves and friendships

With thee we never can be strangers, Thy genial nature fondly clung ;

And where thou art must still be home! And so the shadow on the dial Ran back and left thee always young.

- Independent. And who could blame the generous weakness Which, only to thyself unjust,

ALL THREE. So overprized the worth of others,

We loved them so ! And dwarfed thy own with self-distrust ?

Yet when our country, with a thrill of pain,

Called on her sons to rid her of the shade All hearts grew warmer in the presence

| That burned and throbbed through every torOf one who, secking not his own, Gave freely for the love of giving,

tured vein, Nor reaped for self the harvest sown.

We bade them go.

We sent all three : Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude

The eldest born, with calm and holy face ; Of generous deeds and kindly words ;

The dark-haired one, just entering on life's race ; In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers,

| The youngest, with such boyish freaks and grace ; Open to sunrise and the birds !

Ah, me! ah, me! The task was thine to mould and fıshion

Oh ! with what thrill Life's plastic newness into grace ;

We saw them leave us, for we could not know, To make the boyish heart heroic,

In the drear future, though we loved them so, And light with thought the maiden's face.

What dreadful depths of anguish they might O'er all the land, in town and prairie,

know With bended heads of mourning, stand

O heart, be still! The living forms that owe their beauty

O War! 0 War ! And fitness to thy shaping hand.

Will there a time come when we need not weep, Thy call has come in ripened manhood,

Or for our dear ones lonely vigils keep, The noonday calm of heart and mind,

Or with salt tears our sleepless pillows steep, While I, who dreamed of thy remaining

Hearts aching sore? To mourn me, linger still behind :

O Peace ! 0 Peace ! Live on, to own, with self-upbraiding,

Spread thy blessed mantle o'er our weeping land.

Help us, O God, with thy Almighty hand. A debt of love still due from me, –

Humbled and guilty in thy sight we stand. The vain remembrance of occasions,

Bid discord cease. For ever lost, of serving thee.

Through dreary day It was not mine among thy kindred

There often comes a glorious light to me To join the silent funeral prayers,

With eye of faith uplooking, Lord, to thee, But all that long sad day of summer

Unyokéd necks and peaceful lands I see, My tears of mourning dropped with theirs.

Not far away. All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow,

- Anti-Slavery Standard. The birds forgot their merry trills, | Norristown, Pa.


From The National Review. l intercourse with our neighbors. One chief THE ART OF TRAVEL IN EUROPE. cause of this, no doubt, lies in the strong obHandbook of France (1861); of the Continent, ljection a highly educated man feels to express

Belgium, and North Germany (1852); of himself in a language he can only speak im-
Southern Germany (1858); of Denmark,
Norway, Sweden, and Iceland (1858); of ?

of perfectly. He is painfully conscious of every Russia (1849): of Rome (1862): of'Flor-blunder he makes, the moment after it is ence (1861).' John Murray, ' Albemarle made, and the subjects he cares to talk about Strect.

are precisely those which require a large voGuides de Paris à Havre; de Paris à Bor- cabulary and a ready power of translating

deaux ; de Paris à Strasbourg et à Bâle; de ideas by their foreign equivalents. AccordParis à Genève et à Chamounix. Hachette : lingly a bagman will go over half the Conti

Paris, Guida dell'Italia Superiore di Massimo Fabi. nent, joking, chattering, and making friends, Ronchi: Milazo.

with fewer words than enable a scholar to Caen : Guide portatif et complet, par G. S. stumble through his want in the railway Trébutien. Hardel: Caen.

terminus or the inn. But the chief reason Handbook of Travel-Talk. John Murray.

no doubt 18, that no man can catch the tone Bradshaw's Continental Railway Guide. of a new society in a moment. All that diffi

The art of travel is rapidly becoming so cult family history, which we lcarn half unvast a subject that no single professor will consciously in our own country, the distincbe able to expound it. Mr. Galton and Cap-tion of great and small requirements in tain Burton have gone far to exhaust the etiquette, and the chief political and religious science of life among wild beasts and savages ; shades of feeling, are a shibboleth that cannot and either of them could probably act as mas- be hastily mastered. Mr. Grattan mentions ter of the ceremonies to the king of Dahomey. in his last book, that he once gave great offence But they would, we suspect, be the first to in a country district of France because, in disclaim any like acquaintance with the mys- entire ignorance of days and seasons, be interies of the haute volée in Viennese society, vited a large party on the anniversary of the or with mountain travelling in Switzerland. death of Louis XVI. In the same way, we It must be a great chance, at least, if a hero have heard of English people electrifying the of the Alpine Club would be as good a guide residents of a foreign town by maling proabout Rome as many a shy scholar who has miscuous visits without letters of introducnot the strength to scale ice-encrusted cliffs, tion. Our countrymen had no doubt been or the peculiar knack of walking up perpen- told that the custom abroad was for the last dicular rocks. The East is a field in itself, arrival to call first, and did not understand and something more than mere going over that the custom only warrants visits where the ground is necded to make it intelligible. there is some excuse for acquaintance. Every But for one traveller who has the leisure or man who has lived out of England will probthe opportunity to cxplore the Zambesi river ably remember some circumstances where he or to wander out towards Palmyra, there are has acted awkwardly or given offence, in spite at least a hundred who find every summer that of the very best intentions to the contrary. six weeks in Germany or France do more to An excellent article on “ Companions of refresh the brain and turn the mind into a Travel," that appeared rather more than two new track, than ever the sea-side or the moors years ago in the Saturday Review (Nov. 2, in their own country could do. It is a long 1861), among other hints to which we sball time before the most cosmopolitan English- bave occasion to refer, suggested that pictures man gets to feel as thoroughly at home in a of society and manners should form part of a foreign railway carriage as on the Great future series of Handbooks. We should like Western. In spite of all that has been done to see the task attempted, but we confess to a to Anglicire the Continent, where English grave doubt if it could be achieved to any. churches, bifsteaks saignants and bottled beer, thing like the extent the writer seems to conlarge basons, shooting-coats and wide-awakes, template. Take, for instance, the wonderful have sprung up sporadically in the track of descriptions of German manners in the works the locomotive, the difference of language and of Baroness von Tautphoeus, to which the manner, if not of opinion, are still in all article referred, among other instances, as material respects unaffected by our superficial examples of what was possible. No one can read “ The Initials” without instinctively make our countrymen unpopular are of a feeling that it is true to life; but a German, slighter kind: a habitual want of deference while he admitted this, would say, and would to foreign convenances, a custom of free gay rightly, that it was true only of life un- speech, and an unlicensed sense of the ridicder very exceptional circumstances. The in- ulous. We do not seek to extenuate these terest of the plot turns mainly on the charac- offences, in which our young men are natuter of a young girl whose father has made a rally the worst sinners; but wearing a wide mésalliance, and whose stepinother takes a awake in Paris, or chaffing a sergeant of handsome young Englishman into her family police, are not, after all, very grave internaas a boarder. In a three-volume novel all tional crimes, and would scarcely be rememthis is gradually explained away and becomes bered against the offenders, if their country natural ; but a selection of passages would were not the first power in the world, and the give a very unfair idea of German habits and most jealously watched. Besides, those who homes. Of course books may be mentioned rail at Englishmen for carrying England with where the plot is less exceptional, but the them, should remember that soap and clean difficulty of epitomizing a highly complex 80- sheets have been introduced in this way into ciety, such as that of the upper classes always numberless districts which only know of is, remains extremely great. Let an English-them in the dictionary. Nor wonld it be man take the writings of Wasbington Irving, difficult to retort the charge. There are of Emerson, and of Esquiros, all excellent in quarters in London, neither small nor obtheir way and written by men who cordially scure, where the cockneyism of foreign capiappreciate our country, and ask himself if tals has been reproduced even in its most any alchemy could distil the perfume of these trilling details. To add a very small matter, half dozen volumes into one. Peasant life is it seems curiously difficult for strangers to to a certain extent simpler than the life of learn, that it is not the custom in England the salons. But the Lancashire peasants of to call on a new acquaintance in evening or Mrs. Gaskell are quite a different race to the half dress between ten and twelve in the Yorkshiremen of Miss Brontë and to Mr. morning. Kingsley's Hampshire clowns. In fact, there Quite as often as not the mistakes of Engis no royal road to the knowledge of society. lishmen arise from a misappreciation of the A traveller must work it out for himself; and structure and tone of foreign society at the for every reason he had better read first-hand very time when they are striving to conform the novels and sketches of manners that con- it. There is a common idea that people tain matter to assist him.

make acquaintance abroad more readily than In saying this, however, we do not mean in England. Admitcing this to he, to a that a few bints on little points of difference slight extent, a feature of the foreign bathbetween English and foreign manners may ing-places, it remains none the less certain not save the traveller some annoyance. There that a well-bred and highly-cultivated man are two or three pages in the introduction is pretty equally reserved and shy of chance to Murray's “ Handbook of Northern Ger- comers on both sides the channel. What many" which go directly to the point, but has caused the mistake is, that the upper which, unfortunately, are so offensive and class is comparatively limited on the Contiabsurd as to be useless. The writer assumes nent, and the middle class comparatively that a large number of bis countrymen are large. An average English gentleman, if purse-proud, underbred, and swaggering, he go abroad without introductions, must and lectures them gravely on faults which therefore make up bis mind that his chance mostly do not exist, but which, if they do, of making friends, on a level with himself are incurable. No doubt there is still here in refinement and education, will be decidedly and there a rowdy Englishman to be found less than in any part of his own country where who scatters oaths and insults and gold over he is equally unknown. With ladies the the Continent; but the type will soon be danger is of a different kind : they will meet numbered with the dinotherium, and retains with more intelligent deference in France its place on the foreign stage only in the same than in their own country, and whatever unreal way as harlequin and columbine fig- mistakes they may commit, the courtesy of ure on our own. The real offences that those around them will secure them from all

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