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RITRACTS FROM 44 ATEIRNR" A POEM.

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le Iffhle of old Athens; strike thine ancient lute
Are the strings broken? Is the music mute?
Nast thou no tears to gush, no prayers to.flow,
' Wails for her fate, or curses for bet foe?
If stiU, within some dark and dew recess,
Clothed with sad pomp and spectral loveliness,
Though pale thy cheek, and torn thy flowing hair,
And reft the rods paeskin wofthipped there,
Thou lingerest, lone, beneath thy laurel bough,
Glad in the incense of a Poet's vow,
Bear me, oh ! bear me, to the wive-clad MB,
'Where Nature smiles, and Beauty bhisbes still,
And Memory blends her tale of other years
With earnest hopes, deep sighs, and bitter teats !
" Desolate Athens ! though thy gods are lied,
Thy temples silent, and thy glory dead.
Though all thou had'st of beautiful and brave
Sleep in the tomb, or moulder in the wave,
Though powet and praise forsake thee, and forget,
Desolate Athens! thou art lovely yet!
Around thy walls, in every wood and vale.
Thine own sweet bird, the lonely Nightingale,
Still makes her home ; and, when the moonlight hour
Flings its soft magic over brake and bower,
Murmurs bey sorrows from her ivy shrine,
• Or the thick foliage of the deathless vine.
Where ash Megura chose her fearful crown,
The bright Narcissus hangs his clusters down;
And the gay Crocus decks with glittering des
The yellow radiance of his golden hue.
Still thine own olive haunts ids native earth,
Green, as when Pallas smiled *rob Us birth:
And still Cephisus pours his sleepless tide,
So clear and calm along the meadow side,
That thou mayst gaze long hours upon the-stream,
And dream at last the Poet's witObing dream,

That the sweet Muses, in ths'nubilliblillfing hOwers,
Sweep their wild harps, and wreath edema lowers,
And laughing Venus o'er the level phsW
Waves her light lash, and shakes her glided MIMI
" How terrible is Time ! his solemn rats,
The tombs of all our hopes and all our fears,
In silent horror roil !—the gorgeous throne,
The pillar'd arch, the monumental stone
Melt in awift ruin ; and of mighty climes,
Where fame told tales of virtues and of crimes,
Where Wisdom taught, and Valour woke to strife,
Add Art's creations breath'd their mimic life,
And the young Poet, when the stars shone high,
Drank the deep rapture of the islet sky,
Nought now remains but Nature's eacid scene,
heaven's deathless blue, and Earth a eternal green,
The showers that fail on palaces and graves,
The suns that shine for freemen and fee slaves t
Science may sleep in ruin, man in shame,
Bat Nature lives, still lovely, still the same!"
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" Firm has that struggle been! but is there none
To hymn the triumph when the fight is won?
Oh, for the harp which once--but through the strings,
Far o'er the sea, the dismal night-wind ship ;
Where is the hand that swept it ?—cold and mute
The lifeless master, and the voiceless lute!
The crowded hall, the murmur, and the gaze,
The look of envy, and the voice of praise,
And friendship's smile, and passion's treasur'd vow—.
All these are nothing—life is nothing now !
But the hushed triumph, and the garb of gloom,
The sorrow, deep but mute, around the tomb,
The soldiers' silence, and the matron's tear,--.
These are the trappings of the sable bier,
Which time corrupts not, falsehood cannot bide,
Nor folly scorn, nor calumny deride.
And what is writ, is writ !'—the guilt and shame,
All eyes have seen them, and all lips may blame;
Where is the record of the wrong that stung,
The charm that tempted, and the grief that wrung?
Let feeble hands, iniquitously just,
Hake up the reliques of the sinful dust;
Let Ignorance mock the pang it clime feel,
And Malice brand, what Mercy Mold conceal;
. It matters not !he died as AU w4dd die;
Greece had his earliest song, his buys sigh;
And o'er the shrine heart sleeps,
Glory teaks dint; end
The Maids of Mahe to tie egies7Mnbekig
The freshest roses of the new-born artibgi
And Spartan boys that first-wen wreath shall bear,
To bloom round Ifraoit's urn, nrdreop in sadness them !"

POLICE INTELLIGENCE.

BOW-STREET.

Tie Gatmr-riern Voirirki—Mr. Pitman, a jesortillet, appeared
to answer the charge of his wife for assaulting and kicking her with
great violence in the street, on Tuesday evening.
firs. Pitman is a young woman of very interesting appearance,
and apparently in extreme ill-health. She stated that Mr. Pitman
carries on business in a shop, and has also a private dwelling , where
she and her children reside. In the house where the business was
carried on, there was a Mrs. , a married woman, who was
eantinially in the strop with Mr. Pitman, and about a fortnight ago
she (Mrs. Pitman) found them together in a room adjoining, she
Seining upon his shoulder.
tr. Pitman—Oh, Jane, Jane, remember you are on your oath.
Inrs. Pitman—l know I am, and shall speak as though every
word was In be registered in Heaven. Some persons bad declined
to her that they had seen Mr. Pitman taking liberties with Mrs.
On Tuesday evening she went to the shop and found the
rwaniin again there, and she upbraided them both, upon whit& Mr.
Pitman and Mrs.-- thrust her out of the shop, and Mr. Pit-
snan kicked her and beat her for several yards along the street.
Mr. Pitman, who had manifested almost uncontroulable impa-
tience, made a very long statement, in which he declared that there
ousted not in the whole hirinan creation se jealous a creature as his
Wife. If she saw him look at another woman passing the shop, she
would eacialm--" Ah ! I saw you—that's one of your women, I
slippage." She would also watch him from street to street. For
her suspicions there was not the least foundation, and the story
about was equally groundless. Yet was his wife al-
Waysiollowing him to the ihop, interrdpting hint in his business,
ifisd Housing and calling him and Mrs. the vilest names. He
could bear it no longer, and unless he Was protected ruination must
follow. He admitted the assault.
Mrs. Pitman declared that her ansilcions were too well founded,
and that a great deal of what Mr. Pitman bid advanced was false.
" True, so help me o=kr reed:rinsed Mr. Pitman with energy.
Mrs. Ilitiain's brother said his mister had been fur a long time
'Witted with nervous debility, and some allowance should be made
4for a little mote than ordinary irritability.
Mr. MuisnuLL, after lamenting the occurrence of such disputes,
and expressing k hope that the fears of Mrs. Pitman were ground-
less, ordered the defendant to Ind ball, observing that nothing could
jdstify the assault which he had committed.
Yesterday, four young men, very fashiernably dressed, were
brought up from St. Martin's watch-house, charged With corninit-'
tins diiers stinks and other acts of disorder, at three o'clock in the
morning, in New-street, Covent-garden. Three of the young Gen-
ow es* had given their assists at the watch-house—JrAnJenesoTedis
Haesmersky, and Therms Andersen, while the fourth appeared in the
charge book as" Lord Levison Gower, of Grosvenor-square."
The watchmen 'stated that khe Tour defendants, two of whom
were particularly drank, Caine rolling down Nob-street, and meet-
beg a dentlentur, one of them gave hint a slap of the face and ran
may, The watchmen pursued him, and saw him salute a watch-
hial .
similar compliment. He was very drunk
anted friSltikwithis .a
other three Interfered with a view to rescue
him, and Leragip was particularly active in the frays They
Wefe equally nolsynsul eldest at the watch-botse.
The defendants Whet little to say. The young man who fen
down was in a fidaldetpligliihis face was bruised, and one of his
eyes blattaied, Mai ima mil be had received so math internal
injury as to cause Of blood. He, it appeared, and his
Lordship irere wbatis terniedead drunk, and determined upon
mischief; and the other two, though not so 4, far gone," were
equally pquedese.. • They did net dopy the charges, but placed
them to the account of " too math wine." The Gentleman who
bad bestowed a Peerage upon lili f, reidlty idmktedthat he had
no claim to the *kW' dieter, kit did nit tell his owo mine.
Mr. Magnum told them they had *eel tbetneelves Ins very
foshib situations by taking * too sod wises" sad they that an'