Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1830-02-23
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From the Essen Gazette.
ISABELLA OF AUSTRIA.

oil her infant, ana piayiully rehaiheu 'i"' "a s''N
must die herself she should not carry il through
the family, she replied, e Vous vouez que je coa'
laisse mon ie,sne !-Ah! ma foi,-non! rous ne
la gurderez tout au plus que sac on septans" Her
predictions verified.
Midst the palacebowers of Hungary-imperial Pres
burg's pride,
With the noble born and beautiful assembled at her
side;
She stood beneath the summer heavens-the soft
winds signing on,
Stirring the green and arching boughs like dancers
in the sun,
The beautiful pomegrante's gold--the snowy orange
The lotus and the creeping vine-the roses meek
The willow crossing with its green some statues
marble hair,
All that might charm tn exquisite sense, or light
the soul, was there!
But shea monarch's treasured one, leaned gloomi-
ly apart,
With her dark eye tearfully cast down, and shad-
ow on her heart
Young, beautiful, and dearly loved-what sorrow
hath she known;
Are not the hearts and swords of all held sacred
her owna
Is not her lord the kngiest in battlefield or bower
The foremost at the councilhall or at the banquet
hour
Is not his love as full and deep his Danube's
And wherefore in her princely home, weeps Isabel,
his bride?
She raised her jeweled hand, and flung her yelling
tresses back,
Bathing its snowy tapering within their glossy black;
A tear fell on the orange leayes-rich gem and MIN
lex blossom,
And fringed robe shook fearfully upon her signing
bosom.
Smile on-smile on"-she murmered low, " for all
is Joy around
Gay trembling sunshine stainless sky, soft airs and
blossomed ground
IT'S meet, the light of heart should smile, when ma
lures brow is fair,
And melody and fragrance meet-twin sisters of the
air
"But ask me not to share with ye the beauty Of this
The fountain fall-mosaic walk, and tessellated
green;
And point not to the mild blue sky, glorious SUM
know how very fair is all the hand of God hath
done;
The sun--the sky-the hurrying cloud-the fountain
leaping forth
The swaying trees-the scented fowers-the dark,
green robes of earth
love them still-yet have learned to turn aside
from all,
And never more my heart must own their sweet but
fatal thrall.
"And could love the noble one whose mighty name
l bear,
And closer to my bursting heart his halowed image
wear;
And could mark our sweet young flower expanding
day by day
And taste of that unearhly JOY which mothers only
may;
But mol may not turn to earth-that voice is in my
That shadow fingers by my side,-the dea:h-wail
and the bier
The cold and starless night of DEATH where day may
never beam
The silent and the ioathsomeness-the sleep which
hath no dreami
"Oh God Ito leave this fair bright worid-and
more than all to know
The moment when the Spectral One shall deal his
fearful blow
To know the day-the very hour,--to feel the tide
roll on
To shudder at the gloom before, and weep the sun
shine gone
To count the days-the few short days of life and
light and breath,
Between me and the noisome grave-the voiceless
home efdeath!
Alas-if knowing, feeling this, murmer at my
Let not thy frowning, oh, my God lend darkness to
the tomb.
"Oh! / have borne my spirit up, and smiled amidst
the chill
Remembrance of my certain doom which fingers
with me still
would not cloud my fair child's brow, nor let a
tear-drop dim
The eye that met my welded lords, lest it should
sadden him;
But there are moments when the gush of feeling
hath its way
That hidden tide of unnamed woe nor love nor fear
may stay.
Smile on-smiie on--light-hearted ones-your sun
Of JOY is high!
Smile on,-and leave the doomed Of Heaven to
weep, to fade and die!"
funeral chant was waiting through vienna's holy
pile,
A coffin with its gorgeous pail was borne along the
aisle;
The banners Of hingly race was'd high above the
dead,
Almighty band Of mourners canes king was at it.
head,
youthful king Wig, rnnurufnl tread and din, and