, 1842-07-30

49, was Out iiltIe mere beauty III
' lhe nigh and massive forehead. which
5 SO cold and still in its repose, seemed
as II hewn ont Of the rugged marble:
nut there was something in the fixed.
ness OF his look, and the ~halEconceal.
ed ar OF hauleur, which gave his fine.
iy chlselled lip the least perceptib!e
curl-in the free expansion Of his
nostrils, and swelling Of his broad
/, chest, as he inhaled the ~freshening
breeze, that forcibIy attracted the at,
t%entIon. Yetno one could have look.
ed on him as he stood there. with his
arms folded over his breast, and his
pale, stern brow barred 10 the winds
OF heaven, which played so wontonlv
with the long masses of his rich, ra-
ven hair, and have failed to observe
the wild, fierce play of his features,
the lines which thought and passion
had traced on his c~ountenance. or
the first OF genius which giowed SO
brightly III his sunken eye. The
homage due TO q superior intellect
would have been involuntarily rem
dered to him, but as involuntarilv
succeeded by an emotion of fear-a
thrilling fear for one, in whose bosom
was evidently pent Il slumbering vol
cano. which, when lis dormant fires
were once aroused. could only be
quenched by the death or destruc-
ton of him who cherished it.
"These are indeed beautiful" he
spake in a deep, spirit like tone, and
over bis face there passed a glorious
flush of cnthusIasm-''the handiwork
alone of 4 Power. in whose ineliable
presence. we poor, weak mortals. are
but rs nothing! Hove them we'l-,he
scenes and voices OF my native land!
They awaken in my breast emotions
akin TO those the patriot countryman
of Tell NAV feel. as he hears the Joy
Gus notes Of the kuthreilen echoed
among the frowning cliffs and dark
forests of Underwater, or along the
banks of the sweet Lucerne. My
feet have trodden many 4 more stori-
ed spot, and prouder cline. My hand
has brushed the climbing ivy from
the Coliseum, and the collecting dust
of ages from the tombs of the Pha-
raohs. From the summit Of ST. Ber-
nard. have seen the lightning play
inc beneath my feet; and from the
Appenines ! have looked down on
the wrecks Of empires. ! lavc stood
upon the heights Of the Sierra More
ma, and feelings Of delight have stolen
over ne, as | witnessed the graceful
movements of the dark-eyed and
dark-browed Spanish maiiens, when
they mingled in the gay Boiero; or lis
tened to the merry sounds of caSta-
net and guitar, rising swce,ly from
the smiling v~allies of Andalusia.-
From the Bridge Of Signs
"A palace and a prison on each hand'-
| have heard the wild improvisationS
of the happy. ligh'-hearted sondolIers.
on the canals Of Venice:-yet have |
nsvsr felt as now! Nor is it wonder
ful this should be SO: | have been
where Liberty iS-wherc man is free
to indulge the high and lofty aspirin
lions of his nature-where genuine
merit and sterling intellect give not
place to entailed reputation, titled lg-
norancc, or hereditary arrogance
Here are no privileged competitors
for place and station. All start equal
tile palm is for the humblest, as
well as the proudest-he who wins
nav wear it! IL is a bright thought
that palmmay yet be mine! ltcan-
not be in vain that | have. owl-l!ke,
shut myself out from the world, and
buried myself amid the musty relics
and philosophic lore of olden time;
that | have preferred the companion
ship of books to the society Of the
pleasure-seeking crowd; not all IN
vain that | have wooed science with
the ardor and devotion OF a lover,
and perilled health and happiness to
win applause from the many Are
all the imacinings of my boyhood to
be but shadows?-and may never
GRASP the reality of the bright visions
which fit before me in the solitude OF
NV chamber? As for Rosals-ah!
there is vet too much Of tenderness
in that word,-I pity her, from my
heart | pity her! / doubt no, Inc
strength or fervor oil her ahec.,oh.-
Ny heart is unchanged to"ara her'
She may, | trust. be haPPy-"u" az.
oher!,--for, though II may acA my
brain and wither my heart tor ever
I will not ask her TO be mine! Rosa
lie is dear to me-hut Fame is dear.
or still, Love has been the Episode
If The nas,--Ambition shall be the
craiN |