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Then should lie weak, or thirsty be,
O he might stoop to drink of me!
Or baring there his bosom, lave
That bosom in my rippling wave.
O what a bliss, if I could bear
The cooling power of quiet there !


Take hold of your reeds, youths and maidens! and see
Who the kissers and kiss'd of the reapers shall be.
Take hold of your reeds, till the secret be told,
If the old shall kiss young, and the young shall kiss old.
Take hold of your reeds, youths and maidens ! and see
What fortune and chance to the drawers decree :
And if any refuse, may God smite them--may they
Be cursed by Paraskev, the saint of to-day!
Now loosen your hands—now loosen, and see
Who the kissers and kiss'd of the reapers shall be.*

The sheep, beneath old Buda's wall,
Their wonted quiet rest enjoy ;
But ah! rude stony fragments fall,
And many a silk-wool'd sheep destroy ;
Two youthful shepherds perish there,
The golden George, and Mark the fair.
For Mark, O many a friend grew sad,
And father, mother wept for him :
George-father, friend, nor mother had,
For bim no tender eye grew dim :
Save one, a maiden far away,
She wept-and thus I heard hier say:
"My golden George—and shall a song,
A song of grief be sung for thee-
'Twould go from lip to lip-ere long
By careless lips profaned to be ;
Unhallow'd thoughts might soon defame
The purity of woman's name.
Or shall I take thy picture fair,
And fix that picture in my sleeve ?
Ah! time will soon the vestment tear,
And not a shade, nor fragment leave:
I'll give not him I love so well
To what is so corruptible.
I 'll write thy name within a book ;
That book will pass from hand to hand,
And many an eager eye will look,
But ah! how few will understand !
And who their holiest thoughts can shroud

From the cold insults of the crowd ? Several writers in Germany have of late been actively gathering the remains of Servian literature. Their collections are already becoming voluminous; and the gleanings which Mr. Bowring bas made, are probably not a tithe of what remains behind. We trust that the

This song is sung at the close of the barvest, when all the reapers are gathered together. Half as many reeds as the number of persons present are bound, that no one can distinguish the two ends which belong to the same reed. Each man takes one end of the reeds on one side, each of the women takes one end at the other : the withes that bind the reeds are severed, and the couples that l:old the same reed kiss one another.

reception of this volume will be such as to induce him to continue his labours, and to supply us, in due time, with a supplemental volume.

There is prefixed to the volume, a copy of verses addressed to Dr. Vuk Karadjich, by the translator. Mr. Bowring, though we suppose he never saw the poor crippled literatus of Hungary, yet this poem speaks to him in the language of friendship, and almost of affection. Through the whole of Mr. Bowring's writings, this warm and generons sympathy with foreign and distant individuals, whose tie to him is solely that of kindred labours, is highly characteristic. same facile and generous sympathy, not only with persons, but with their feelings, their habits, and their language, renders Mr. Bowring not only one of the most amiable men, but one of the ablest and readiest transfusers of the spirit of national poetry.



CAFFER DRIVING-A Dutchman never seems in a hurry ; he carries bis mutton, dried beef, and bread, with his blanket, in a large chest, on which he sits to drive, and with his pipe jogs on contentedly, now and then calling out “ Trae, trae.” His little Hottentot leader joins him, if there are other waggons before him, and only gets down to lead them down the hill; or, if they gallop off, as soon as he gets hold of the reins which are attached to the two first oxen, he leads them zig zag, or throws mud or dust at them, crying out in a sharp shrill tone till they stop. His whip measures thirty-five feet, which he seldom uses, but when he does, it is with effect, cutting with ease even the foremost of the spann; it is then laid along the top of the waggon. He has besides a smaller one, which he calls his good doctor; it is made of the skin of the buffalo, or the hippopotamus; this is applied at a short pull, and whether it is owing to the whip or the nature of the animal, they are wonderfully tractable, and although one hundred might be let out to graze together, that never before met, they are never known to fight.-Scenes and Occurrences in Caffer Land.

How TO DISPOSE OF AN OLD Pope.—I heard here more freely uttered the same kind of complaints, which the Romans made secretly of his Holiness ; they complain with reason that the Holy Father will neither get well nor die, which is very unchristian-like behaviour; as he cannot strip off his papacy, and is only kept for a show, and is not fit to be shown, they should dispose of him like an old pointer, and send him off early some morning to the tan-pits, with a rope and a shilling.--Hogg's Two Hundred and Nine Days on the Continent,

Temptation. The river Neve separates us from the French, whom I see every morning at parade, from the window of my garret. Our sentries and theirs can talk to each other with perfect ease; no kind of molestation being offered on either side. They come down to water their horses, and their women to wash the linen of the regiments, and we do the same. The French soldiers often endeavour to entice our fellows to desert, hy sticking a piece of beef on the point of a bayonet, or by holding out a canteen, accompanying their action with ". I sang, come here! here is ver good rosbif; here is ver good brandy."'-Adventures in the Peninsula.

Tue Spring BUCK or South Africa.- We saw several hearte-beasts, one of the largest species of deer, with very landsome horns; and the pride of the plain, the spring buck: the latter, which are extremely timid, are about the size of the common deer, and of the same colour, with a white stripe on each side, and a black stripe along the back, which they have the power of closing and expanding. They take their name from the amazing springs which they make over paths, rocks, or any thing that obstructs their way; and it is done in a singularly graceful manner, the head bowed, the legs hanging, and the body curved, so that the animal appears as if suspended in the air; the fleetest greyhound only, can overtake them. It is very amusing to see their contemptuous treatment of all other pursuers; they allow them to come near, then give a bound and a snort, and trot off to a little distance, when they expand the Lair on their backs, and appear quite white. They are very destructive to the corn, and are seen on farms in numerous herds.-Scenes and Occurrences in Caffer Land.

Portuguese Dances.—The two dances of greatest note are, as you probably know, the fandango and the bolera. In the former, the immobility of the Spanish features is truly ridiculous, while the movements themselves convey a meaning which appeals too strongly to the sepses, to allow of its being mistaken. Such a dance one may fancy among the voluptuous Ionians ; but the rigid sons of Sparta would have condemned the figurantes to the black-hole of Aristomenes. The fandango is introduced in better society, with a little more decency; but from a specimen which I saw at Valladolid, its luxuriance will still bear pruning. The bolera is more boisterous in its lewdness, and may be characterized as a piece of four acts, in the progress of which, the passion it represents gains an increasing intensity, until, in the last, it becomes the ode of Sappho, in pantomime.- Adventures in the Peninsula.

MISREPRESENTATIONS OF TRAVELLERS.— It is strange what erroneous ideas of things one gets; it appears to me, that the first person who writes a book, does not visit the country which he describes, and that others follow his book, not their own eyes. I had always read that Florence was a cheerful place, and was surprised to find that the Old Bailey and Newgate-street must be the favourite haunts of dimpled mirth, and that laugliter might he found holding both his sides in Warwick-lane, rather than in the gloomy Tuscan capital. At Rome I expected to feel like a worm crawling about a skull; that it would be impossible to turn the corner of a street, or to look out of a window, without bursting into tears ; but I found that the city upon seven hills, and upwards, has much of the bright, smart aspect of Bath and Cheltenham. I suppose, by reflecting upon the theme, that Romulus and Remus, and St. Gregory the Great, and many others who used to reside here, are dead, the mind may be alcuned to sorrow ; but when left to itself, I do not think that the aspect of the place alone would make it sad. There are ruins in plenty to be sure, but they are white and handsome, and not of a mournful countenance. I shall, in future, disurust all books of travels; and if I find either Vesuvius, or the sea, at Naples, I shall wonder by what strange accident describers have for once guessed right.- Hogg's Two Hundred and Nine Days on the Continent,

The Ladies of VALLADOLID.-The ladies were so agreeable, that I saw much less of the city and its buildings than I otherwise should have done. In the evening I accompanied them to a tertullia, which was attended by all the fashion of the place. I really think there is less of art in the composition of Spanish women than or any other people whatsoever. They neither paint nor patch, nor have those periodical moultings of feathers, which fashion elsewhere prescribes; but they all dress nearly alike, and in the same way at all seasons; so that Señora Maria is only to be distinguished from Señora Mariana by a countenance more melancholy, by black eyes swimming in a more maiden whiteness, or by a figure (which is ever graceful) of a somewhat Jarger or smaller mould. The fasquina, or black silk petticoat, is generally bordered at the bottom with black beads, and so disposed into an open kind of net work, as to afford the curious eye a casual felicity of admiring the most beautiful ancles in the world. Their stockings are of white silk, and they are never without a mantela (an ample veil of white lace) which is gracefully flung over their head and shoulders when they go abroad, and at other times adopted as a shawl. Small pieces of lead are attached, I understand, to the bottom of the fasquinas, which accounts for the Ionian elegance of its foldings and fall. Amidst the many changes that Spain has undergone, the women alone seem to be unchanged. Lattices, and jealousies, and duennas, and indeed all that used to give love-making such a romantic air in this beyond that of any other country, bave long since disappeared ; but the passion itself still constitutes the existence of Spanish women. It is not, however, that intriguing kind of love, which we hear of in France, where a lady changes her love as easily and as often as her gloves; but rather devotion to one object, which renders them the greatest tyrants in the world, and makes them exact more adoration than was ever offered up at any idol's shrine.--Adventures in the Peninsula.

Value of Tome at Rome.-Rome is one great court of chancery, not for expence, but for delay; no one can comprehend that at a few hours, a few days, a few weeks, or a few months, can make any difference; they speak with equal patience of what will happen in an hour, the next year, the next generation, or the next century. When a man of sense is well off, he is unhappily apt to let well alone ; I presume, therefore, that the Romans are very comfortable; or that they are, and have been, for a long time so much the reverse, that they are sunk in listlessness and hopeless despondency. --Hogg's Two Hundred and Nine Days on the Continent.

A Lion Hunt.—Mr. S. had chased in the direction of the mimosas, trenching on the ground which our comrades were to take. Ile was getting closer to his object, and was about to dismount a second time, when his eyes glanced on the long wished for game,-an enormous lion! He was walking majestically slow,--but when Mr. S. gave the tallyho to us, he couched, and seemed inclined to wait, but soon afterwards cantered off to the mimosas.

In a few seconds we were all up, at least our division. The first object was to prevent him from climbing the mountain, we therefore rode through the mimosas about three hundred yards from where he had entered, and got between him and the heights. Diederik Muller and Mr. S. with their servants and led horses, then rode round the little grove, whilst we were stationed where we first entered. The grove was hardly five hundred yards in length, and twenty in breadth, consequently we could by this arrangement command the whole of it.

The other part of our division having rode round the grove, came up opposite to us, but at a distance, and as we saw them dismount we did the same. Our situation was not very enviable; we had but one large gun, but Mr. Rennie, who carried it, was perfectly collected. We were talking to each other rather in a whisper, when Mr. Rennie very coolly said, Listen, the gentleman is grumbling.”—The sound was so very like distant thunder, that we doubted it, but at the same moment I caught a glimpse of the lion walking away not a hundred and fifty yards from us, and he must have been previously still nearer to us than we had calculated. I gave the alarm, which was echoed to our friends, who in an instant mounted and rode up to the lower end, calling upon us to advance. We were moving down to gain a position ou a little height, when a gun was fired, followed by four more. This convinced us our other division had joined.

We thought there would have been an end to our sport before it had well begun; but on the contrary, the shots were fired not only to prevent himn leaving the copse, but to prove their guns, for a miss fire is frequently of consequence. The last shot bad the effect of turning him, and we now had a full view of him returning to the centre, whisking his tail about, and treading among the smaller bushes as if they had been grass, reminding us most forcibly of the paintings we had seen of this majestic animal.

The last slot however had convinced us that our position was not safe, for the ball passed very near us. We called to inform the party of this, and they resolved on another plan of attack. They desired us to station two Hottentots on a hill above our position, and we were to join them. We crossed again through the bush, and it was then determined that we were all to dismount, and tie our horses together, and then to advance on foot.

This is the usual plan, and it is done to secure any person from gallopping off by his horse taking fright or otherwise, which would induce the lion to pursue, and thus one'or other might be sacrificed.

We had hardly begun to tie our horses, when the Hottentots stationed on the hill, cried out that the lion was running off at the lower end, where he had attempted to escape before. We were on horseback in a second, but the lion bad got a-head; we had him however in full view, as there was nothing to intercept it. Off he scampered.-The Tambookies who had just come up, and mixed among us, could scarcely clear themselves of our horses ; and their dogs howling and barking,—we hallooing, the lion still in full view, making for a small copse, about a mile distant,--and the number and variety of the antelopes on our left, scouring off in different directions, formed one of the most animated spectacles the annals of sporting could produce.

Diederik and Mr. S. being on very spirited horses, were the foremost, and we wondered to see them pass on in a direction different from the copse where we had seen the lion take covert. Christian gave us the signal to dismount, when we were, as well as could be judged, about two hundred yards from the copse. He desired us to be quick in tying the horses, which was done as fast as each came up. And now the die was cast,—there was no retreating. We were on lower ground than the lion, with not a bush around us. Diederik and Mr. S. had now turned their horses, for, as we afterwards learned, they had been run off with, in consequence of their bridles having broken. The plan was to advance in a body, leaving our horses with the Hottentots, who were to keep their backs towards the lion, fearing they should become unruly at the sight of him.

All these preparations occupied but a few secouds, and they were not completed, when we heard him growl, and imagined he was making off again :--but no, -as if to retrieve his character from suspicion of cowardice for former flight, he had made up APRIL, 1827.


his mind in turn to attack us. To the growl succeeded a roar, and in the same instant we saw him bearing down upon us, liis eye-balls glistening with rage. We were unprepared ; his motion was so rapid no one could take aim, -and he furiously darted at one of our horses, whilst we were at their heads, without a possibility of preventing it. The poor horse sprung forward, and with the force of the action wheeled all the borses round with him. The lion likewise wheeled, but immediately couched at less than ten yards from us. Our left flank thus became exposed, and on it fortunately stood C. Muller and Mr. Rennie. What an anxious moment! For a few seconds we saw the monster at this little distance, resolving as it were on whom he should first spring. Never did I long so ardently to hear the report of a gun. We looked at them aiming, and then at the lion. It was absolutely necessary to give a mortal blow, or the consequences might perhaps be fatal to some one of the party.–A second seemed a minute.-At length Christian fired ;-the under-jaw of the liou dropped, blood gushed from his mouth, and he turned round withi a view to escape.-Mr. Rennie then shot him through the spine, and he fell.

At this moment he looked grand beyond expression. Turning again towards us, he rose upon his fore feet,-his mouth bleeding, his eyes flashing vengeance. He attempted to spring at us ;--but his hind legs denied him assistance ;-he dragged them a liule space, when Stephanus put a final period to his existence by shooting him through the brain.-He was a noble animal—measuring nearly twelve feet from the nose to the tip of the tail.

Diederik and Mr. S. at this crisis rejoined us, and eagerly enquired if all were safe. They had seen the lion bear down upon us, and they thought it impossible but that one of us must have suffered. The anxiety now was to learn whose horse had been the victim, and it was soon announced that it was a highly valued one of poor Diederik's. The lion's teeth had pierced quite through the lower part of the thigh; it was lame, and Diederik thinking it irrecoverably so, determined on shooting it, declaring that no schelm beast should kill his horse. We all however interfered, and it was at length arranged with two Tambookies, that if they would lead him to their kraal, they should have a goat for their trouble. The Tambookies had some beads given them for skinning the lion,—which they readily accomplished with their assagais; my trophy was the under jaw and teeth. The elements now seemed determined to crown the wbole with a feu de joie, for in a few minute we had just over us, a tremendous peal of thunder !-Scenes and Occurrences in Caffer Land.

Great BREECHES.—Amongst the many anecdotes related of this great work, one is, that Pius IV. was displeased that so many of the figures were naked, not because he was so ignorant of antique simplicity as to be offended himself by a display of nudity; but he feared, lest the Protestants should make use of what, to a gross mind, would seem to be immodesty of the picture, as an argument against the Romish religion; he mentioned the affair to Michael Angelo, who wisely thought that the Catholic faith was in no danger from an objection of such flagrant vulgarity and ignorance, and refused to alter his work. The more cautious Pope afterwards directed Daniel d'Volterra to clothe the naked; he covered up every thing that the reformers could have taken hold of, and got for his pains the nick-dame of il braghettone, great breeches, or the breeches-maker. From the number of figures, and the great surface to be covered, it would appear no inconsiderable contract, even to one of our army tailors.—Hogg's Two Hundred and Nine Days on the Continent.

Curious Musical INSTRUMENT.-One of the Hottentots placed himself at the entrance of the tent, and sung several Caffer songs, accompanied by a curious stringed instrument, called a gorrah; he applied his breath to the strings, and produced some wild and pleasing notes; then occasionally recited some words, which the boor interpreted as a call for the chiefs of the different Caffer tribes to assemble at particular places, either for war or hunting.--Scenes and Occurrences in Caffer Land.

Holy Heads. There is a neat cathedral, well hung, as usual, with pictures relating to miracles. One of these is pre-eminent in absurdity, being the representation of two decapitated saints, whose heads appear floating in a little boat, on a most tempestuous sea. The story is, that suffering martyrdom by the axe, their heads were thrown into the sea, and sinking to the bottom, a stone took compassion on them, and being changed into a boat, brought them safe into this friendly port. I need scarcely say, that this parody of the heathen stones of Orpheus and Arion is religiously believed by most of the inhabitants, and that a great fast is kept every year in commemoration of the event.--Adventures in the Peninsula.

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