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I saw within were many a light,
I instantly arose,
Of unknown friends or foes..
To guilt and cowardice are strangers ;
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;
I trembled as my steps drew nigh.
They gazed on books, but never stirr'd
Though centuries o'er my head should fly, What sprang from that young Spectre's nod
Will never leave my memory,
Inverts his wasted sand-glass o'er us,
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 ?
More sąd than if it had been mortal,
But then aloud I cried,
Thy voice shall be my guide!'
But not one word of peace there camo
By all those fearful scenes excited,
And more than mortal power united!
To teach thee, ere thy life decays,
But what we oft before had view'd,
I felt oppress'd by solitude.
It still before mine eyes is set ;
• Oh God! assist me to forget!''
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.