CVIII. Yet, peace be with their ashes---for by them, If merited, the penalty is paid; It is not ours to judge, far less condemn ; The hour must come when such things sball be made Known unto all, For hope and dread allay'd By slumber, on one pillow,-in the dust, Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decay'd ;

And when it shall revive, as is our trust,
'Twill be to be forgiven, or suffer what is just.

CIX.
But let me quit man's works, again to read
His Maker's spread around me, and suspend
This page, which from my reveries I feed,
Until it seems prolonging without end.
The clouds above me to the white Alps tend,
And I must pierce them, and survey whate'er
May be permitted, as my steps I bend

To their most great and growing region, where The earth to her embrace compels the powers of air,

CX. Italia! too, Italia ! looking on thee. Full flashes on the soul the light of ages, Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee, To the last halo of the chiefs and sages, Who glorify thy consecrated pages; Thou weri the throne and grave of empires : still, The fount at which the panting mind assuages.

Her thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill, Flows from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill.

CXI.
Thus far í bave proceeded in a theme
Benewed with uo kind auspices :-to feel
We are not what we have been, and to deem
We are not what we should be, and to steel
The heart against itself; and to conceal,
With a proud caution, love, or hate, or aught-
Passion or feeliug, purpose, grief or zeal...-

Which is the tyrant spirit of our thought,
Is'a stern iask of soul: -No matter,-ji is taught..

OXII.
And for these words, thus woven into song,
It may be that they are a harmless wile,
The colouring of the scenes which fleet along,
Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile
My breast, or that of others, for a while.
Fame is the thirst of youth,—but I am not
So young as to regard men's frown or smile,

As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot;
I stood and stand alone, remembered or forgot.

CXIII.
I have not loved the world nor the world me;
I have not flattered it's rank breath, nor bow'd
To it's idolatries a patient knee,
Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles --nor cried aloud --
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud (could,

Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still Had I not filed (24) my mind, which thus itself subdued.

CXIV. I have not loved the world, nor the world ne, But let us part fair foes ; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things,--hopes which will not deceive And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing: I would also deem O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; (25)

That two, or one, are almost what they seem,
That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

CXV.
My daughter! with thy name this song begun-
My daughter! with thy name thus much shall end-
I see thee not,„I hear thee not, but none
Can be so wrapt in thee; thou art the friend
To whom the shadows of far years extend :
Albeit my brow thou never shoulds't behold,
My voice shall with thy future visions blend,

And reach into thy heart, when mine is cold,
A token and a tone, even from thy father's mould.

CXVI.
To aid thy mind's developement,-to watch
Thy dawn of little joys,--to set and see
Almost thy very growth,--to view thee catch
Knowledge of objects, wonders yet to thee!
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,
This, it should seem, was not reserv'd for me;

Yet this was in my nature:-as it is,
Iknow not what is there, yet something like to this.

CXVII.
Yet, though dull Hate as duty should be taught,
I know that thou wilt love me; though my name
Should be shut from thee, as a spell still fraught.
With desolation,--and a broken claim :
Though the grave closed between us, 'twere the same
I know that thou wilt love me, though to drain
My blood from out thy being, were an aim,

And an attainment, all would be in vain,
Still thou would'st love me, still that more than life retain

CXVIII.
The child of love,-though born in bitterness,
And nurtured in convulsion.' Of thy sire
These were the elements, and thine no less.
As yet such are around thee, but thy fire
Shall be more tempered, and thy bope far higher.
Sweet be thy cradled slumber! O'er the sea,
And from the mountains where t now respire,

Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee,
As, with a sigh, I deem thou might'st have been to me!

END OF CANTO I11.

NOTES TO THE THIRD CANTO.

1.“ Pride of place" is a term of falconry, and means the highest pitch of flight.

2. See the famous Song on Harmodius and Aristogiton. The best English translation is in Bland's Anthology, by Mr. Denman,

“ With inyrtle my sword will I wreathe," &c. 93. On the night previous to the action, it is said that a ball was given at Brussels.

4. Sir Evan Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the “gentle Lochiel" of the forty five.”

6. The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the forest of Ardennes,” famous in Boiordo's Orlando and immortal in Shakespear's “ As

you

like it.”

7. My guide from Mount St. Jean over the field seem. ed intelligent and accurate. The place where Major Howard fell was not far from two tall and solitary trees which stand a few yards from each other at a pathway's side. ' Beneath these he died and was buried. The body has since been removed to England.

8. The (fabled) apples on the brink of the lake Asphaltes, where said to be fair without, and within ashes-Vide Tacitus, Histor. 1. 5. 7.

9. The great error of Napoleon,“ if we have writ our annals true," was a continued obtrusion on mankind of his want of all community of feeling for or with them; perhaps more offensive to haman vanity than the active cruelty of more trembling and suspicious tyranny.

10.

« What wants that kuave
“ That a king should have?

was King James's question on meeting Johnny Armstrong and his followers in full accoutrements. See the Ballad.

11. The castle. of Drachenfels stands, on the highest summit of the “ Seven mountains," over the Rhine banks.

12. The monument of the young and lamented General Marceau (killed by a rifle-ball at Alterkirchen on the last day of the fourth year of the French republic) still remains as described.

13. Ehrenbreitstein, i. e.“ the broad stone of honour," one of the strongest fortresses in Europe, was dismantled and blown up by the French at the truce of Leoben.

14. The chapel is destroyed, and the

pyramid of bones disminished to a small number by the Burguudian legion in the service of France, who anxiously effaced this record of their ancestors' less successful invasions.

15. Aventicum (near Morat) was the Roman capital of Helvetia, where Avenches now stands.

16. Julia Alpinula, a young Aventian priestess, died soon after a vain endeavour to save her father, condemn. ed to death as a traitor by Aulus Cæcina. Her epitaph was discovered many years ago ;-it is thus

Julia Alpinula

Hic jaceo
Infelicis patris, infelix proles

Des Aventiæ Sacerdos;
Exorare patris necem non potui
Male mori in fatis ille erat.

Vixi anos XXIII.

I know of no human composition so affecting as this, por a history of deeper interest,