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I saw within were many a light,
And guests, and cressets shining bright,
And what should such do there by night?

I instantly arose,
Then swiftly on my robe I threw,
The keys I took, my sabre drew,
I could not sleep within the view

Of unknown friends or foes..
We went,-but every coward hand
Refused to lift or bolt, or band,
The fearful Chieftain of the Guards
To fix the key within it's wards ;
My Royal arm was forced to try,
For such was then my destiny,
If fiends had marshall'd round the door,
Joy in the rear, and Death before,
Their bribes and terrors had been vain,
I could not have turn'd back again!
We gain'd the Anti-Room at last,
And terror then began to cast
Her chilling power upon my breast;
But well my courage bore the test:
Waving my sword on high, I cried,
• Let those whose valour is their pride
Advance like men, whose daring souls

To guilt and cowardice are strangers ;
That beart which fear of God controuls

Will blench not, -though beset with dangers, For me,-believe no joy that e'er

Inflamed the breast of youthful lover, Is equal to that hope I bear

These midnight wonders to discover! Heaven hath a purpose high perchance Here to reveal, then friends,-advance! Charles,-Your King leads you,--On with me;' They trembling cried,- We follow thee." Within the lock the key was turning, Within my breast my heart was burning, The Anti-Room I looked around, And saw, from cornice to the ground That sable hangings there were spread, The livery of the unknown dead, Who held within my Audience-Hall, Their most mysterious festival, The door I open'd:-in the field

My feet were never wont to fly;
But there my fainting soul did yield,

I trembled as my steps drew nigh.
My followers, though they enter'd too,
The thick, short breath of terror drew;
Had it not been for very shame,
They had retired the way they came,
And left the Lord of Sweden's Throne
To brave that midnight hostalone !
We enter'd, and a table wide
Appear'd the Presence-Room inside ;
Around the board were seated then
Some sixteen sage and ancient men,
Who long had laid within the grave,
Thc head once wise, the heart once bravci

They gazed on books, but never stirr'd
To look, or sign, or speak a word ;
But like the effigies on tombs
That seem to guard the sacred glooms,
As cold, and lifeless all ;—no sound
Save half-breathed prayers were heard around,
Placed at their head, as chief we deem’d,
Was one ho Sovereign o'er them seem’d,
Though, from bis youthful face to say,
He had not reach'd to manhood's day;
But he was crown'd, and in his hand
Shone the bright sceptre of command,
While, apon either side, was shown
A councillor for his early throne.
The King bow'd low ;-Oh, mighty God!

Though centuries o'er my head should fly, What sprang from that young Spectre's nod

Will never leave my memory,
The Sages smote their books,-So Time

Inverts his wasted sand-glass o'er us,
To part bis scenes and acts sublime,

And make his visions flit before us. They smote their books,--and what a change Was then ;-Within the Hall a range Of sable scaffolds sprang up there, And headsmen with their weapons bare, Whose edges many a life devour'd, And Sweden's nobles lay deflower'd! I saw their gore, it fowed around From the high platforms o'er the ground, Corses with corses seem'd to meet,Heaven! is it not around my feet?Doth it not stain my sandals now

As when the grave drew back her portal ?
It shew'd-by every Saint I vow,

More sąd than if it had been mortal,
I shrank with horror from the sight,
My face grew pale, my brain grew light,
And maddening frenzy o'er my soul
Was spreading fast her wild controul.
Mine eyes I raised, and there was shown
Horld to the earth that royal throne,
And one who seem'd the Prince's guide
In manhood's prime stood by it's side:
I shook ;--my trembling knees again
Refused their burthen to sustain,
And till my heart fresh courage strung,
I firmly to a pillar clung.
Ulrica, thou may'st well suppose
These visions all my senses froze,
More than ten thousand mortal foes;

But then aloud I cried,
"O God! let me thy mandate hear,
Aid me to burst the spells of fear,
And though the foulest fiends were near,

Thy voice shall be my guide!'
No answer came :-'twas silence all,
Save the loud echoes of the Hall,
Which then my fervent speech awoke,
And that solemnity had broke.
Again I call'd:-but as before
It's echoes swept the chamber o'er,

But not one word of peace there camo
To quench my burning bosom's flame,
Or give my panting soul the power
To solve the mysteries of that hour.
Thus thrice I raised my voice on high,
Thrice did it's mournful accents die
In silence awful, drear, and deep,
As the cold tomb's eternal sleep;
Save that the Spectre-King again
His head bow'd low, his ghostly train
Smote on those books whose mystic lore
Was placed their lifeless eyes before.
At length my voice, my soul, and heart,

By all those fearful scenes excited,
Thus waked to life with sudden start,

And more than mortal power united!
Father of Heaven! look down on me,
Ajd me to learn my destiny ;
And to my wand'ring senses shew
The path in which my feet should go.
I spake; and from that breathless thing
Which mock'd in death a living king,
These words unto my startled ear
Explain'd that wondrous scene of fear.
• Be calm, and mark what Heaven shal]

say;
Not in thy regal hour and day,
Sball this, which thou with mortal sight
Hast seen before it rise to light,
Not in thy time shall this be known,
But when five Kings have fill'd the throne.
The sixth shall find the vision true,
Which Heaven hath here unveild to you !
Look on my face, and know in me,
As mirror of futurity,
The form of him,--in whose sad reign
These scenes shall be display'd again ;
Yet differing thus:-We are but air,
But living actors shall be there!
Thus shall his throne decay :-yet rise
More glorious o'er his enemies :
For he, whose once rebellious hand
Withstood the Sovereign of his land,
Shewn by that Sprite who seems beside
The fallen regal seat to glide,
Shall stannch the kingdom's bleeding breast,
Rear up again her drooping crest,
And gild her Fame, these griefs to quell,
Brighter than 'twas before it fell!
Yet ere around that woe-worn head
A peaceful crown shall glory spread,
Blood shall through Sweden pour like water;
For such a tide of Death and slaughter
Was ne'er within the land before,
And after, never shall be more !
The morn is nearest, when the cloud
Of night hath spread her darkest shroud;
For when those days have glided by
That long shall live in memory,
Joy, peace, and long-extended life,
Shall bless the King, and end the strife.
Farewell !-and bear upon thy mind,
These sights have been by Heaven design'd

To teach thee, ere thy life decays,
To warn thy sons of future days;
And leave the words that now are told
For after Monarchs to behold.'
As through the shades of winter night
The tempest darts it's livid light,
One moment thus the scene illumes,
Then leaves it wrapt in deepest glooms;
So every cresset flame that glow'd,
And all the ghostly radiance show'd,
Were gone!--and darkness most profound,
Save our few torches, veil'd us round !
All seem'd as if there nought had been

But what we oft before had view'd,
Yet though mine eyes such sights had scen,

I felt oppress'd by solitude.
And, even now, I know not why,
I wept that lost society :
For it had given new feelings birth,
And I could scarce descend to earth!
Thus, my Ulrica, have I said,
What pass'd upon that night of dread;
"Tis written all I look'd on there,

It still before mine eyes is set ;
And midnight hears my fervent prayer,

• Oh God! assist me to forget!''

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NOTES.

The King's Vision. The foregoing Poeni is a metrical version of a part of the history of Charles XI. King of Sweden; and the vision which it relates was beheld by that Sovereign on the night of December 16th, 1670.

bong Queen Ulrica's side. Ulrica Eleonora, daughter of Frederick III. King of Denmark; she was married to Charles, on the 26th November, 1679, and died on March the 26th, 1693. She was the mother of the celebrated Charles XII.

The sirth shall find that vision true. The line of Sovereigns here alluded to, is as follow3. Charles XI. died on April 5th, 1697: Charles XII. reigned from 1697 to 1718: Frederick and Ulrica, reigned from 1718 to 1750 : Adolphus Fre. derick, reigned from 1751 to 1770 : and Gustavus III. reigned from 1771, till Mareb 15th, 1792: when he was shot by Ankerstroem. He was succeeded by Gustavus IV. the sixth King, who being then only fourteen, was placed under the sole regency of his uncle Charles, the Duke of Suderomania, until he should reach his 18th year. These were the Young Spectre-King, and one of his Councillors, who was to restore the prosperity of the throne. On the 13th March 1809, after the dreadful afflictions of sword and pestilence bad ravaged Sweden, the King was deposed, and the Crown assumed by the Regent, then Charles XIII.

'Tis uritten all I looked on there. A particular account of this Vision was drawn np and signed by the King and his attendants, immediately on their return from witnessing it. The original, in the hand-writing of Charles, is preserved sealed up; but it is opened and read on the accession of every Monarch, after which it is again sealed op. Beside the King's signature, there appear to it those of A. W. Bjelke, Councillor of State, and Chancellor of the Kingdom; Ch. Bjelke, Senator ; Brahe, Senator; Ax. Oxenstiern, Councillor of State and Senator ; and Peter Granslin, or Grumsten, Quarter Master in Chief of the Royal Guard, or, as some call him, Usher. The King's own relation has frequently been referred to in many traditions during the last century; and has been printed at length in “ A Journal of Travels in Sweden, Russia, Poland, &c. during the Years 1813 and 1814." By the Rev. J. T. James, of Christ Church, Oxford, 1816, 4to. mentioned in the Quarterly Review, Vol. 15, 1816, p. 511-526 ; and also noticed in the New blunthily Magazine for September 1819, page 24.

MY GODMOTHER'S LEGACY; OR, THE ART OF CONSOLING.

SECTION 11.-PEOPLE IN THE COUNTRY. MODERN mathematicians, who it; if we see few or nobody, some gravely tell us their science is the sole goodnatured friend must give us comand indispensable basis of all others, fort by hinting we don't know the would be ill pleased if told that my Art worst. My way of consolation when of Consoling stands on principles as I left a friendly set of country neighuniversal and necessary as their's. It bours, was to send a civil farewellhas, as those learned gentlemen say, billet to every house, taking care that both it's Theory and it's Techny; and each person, when he or she opened it, the four ages of human life may be to- should find it addressed to the next lerably well compared to the four great door. Thus the Lady Glowrowrum of schools or stages of mathematic sci- the village received a note of thanks ence. In childhood we learn mat written to Lady Bluemantle, with comters only in the “ Abstract;". - in pliments for her witty anecdotes of her youth, " distinct and general facts;" dear Lady G-, and Lady Bluemantle, -in middle life, “the products ;” vice-versa, read one meant for Lady and in advanced age, “ the continual Glowrowrum. My brother, fcaring to fractions."—And though professors of offend any of his neighbours, invited the Consoling Art cannot shew amongst every one to a splendid ball, not onnitthem such great names as Cardan, ting his pastry-cook, bis chandler, or Bombelli, Leibnitz, and Legrange, it his gardener. Every body looked magis probable, that even these wise men nificent, some very vastly astonished, and their predecessors, Thales and others immeasurably dignified; but all Pythagoras, owed their perseverance were so well consoled by a most gorin study to the excellent Art of Con- geous supper, that they came three soling, as practised by some members times again in one season to be shocked of their families.

and comforted at bis expense. The characters on which this art is Every body has heard of the quickpracticable may be divided, like the sands and squalls which render the matter recognized by mathematicians, passage dangerous from thic Isle of into the fluid and the solid; and distin- Man to Cork, but every body does guished, as they say, by the same dif- not remember the Manxmen’s notion, ference:—that is, the particles of the that a vessel is sure of shipwreck solid have the power of resisting, and if she sails after a dumb man has those of the fluid are governed by the crossed her deck, and marked her moving forces round them. Thus the mast with chalk. My brother, Sir two great divisions of the spiritual Phelim Quackenboss, had affairs at and material world are characterised his estate near Liscarrol, and by way in the same manner.

of consoling him for the trouble they My first experiment, as I have threatened to give him, I chose to be shewn, was on the fluid character of his companion. But a dumb woman a very gentle young woman; the next suddenly came on board our vessel, happened to be on the solid one of a and made attempts to write upon the substantial - headed country - gentle- mast. My screams, and the superstiman, who found my moving force quite tion of the sailors, caused her to be sufficient. People in the country are forcibly dragged from the deck, and the finest subjects of our science'; for almost hurled into the boat which had as the spirits are apt to mount and brought her. The captain would have futter about there, it is very easy and given his unwelcome visitor alms, and kind to rub the gold dust and gay- protested she was a harnıless beggar coloured down off their butterfly- whose motive for intrusion he could wings, lest they should be too much not guess. However, bis brig strandenvied.--If one has a farm, it is com ed near the cove of Cork, and the crew forting to hear that nobody wonders at consoled themselves with reminding it's ill success; if one has none, people each other that the dumb sybil miglit console us by saying we have nothing bave prevented it. I mention this last to do. If we open our doors to enter particular as a proof how naturally my tain all the neighbourhood, they con Art of Consolation is adapted to all sole us for our trouble by laughing at classes.

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