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Believe me, the passion which glows in my heart;

Is at once, love, both firm and sincere ; Too deeply implanted 'tis e'er to depart,

More than life, love, thou art to me dear. In my thoughts of the day, and my dreams of the night.

Thine image is ever my guest;

For thy presence alone, love, can make my heart light,

Thou can'st sooth me, if e'er so deprest.

It is not a boyish affection I feel,

Which, perchance, but an hour may last; Ah! no, 'tis a passion, both ardent and real,

Nor will cease till existence is past.

Then smile, dearest Emma, nor leave me to pine,

'Neath of love unrequited the smart; For there's nought in this world, but I'd freely resign,

If assured of possessing thy heart.

LEANDER.

PORTRAIT OF BYRON.

WE hear from Italy that M. Pezzanis has finished a very beautiful portrait representing Lord Byron after his death. M. Pezzanis, it is said, saw the illustrious author the moment before he expired.

No. XXXVIII.-THE ASTROLOGER.
Knowest thou it, because thou wast then
born? or because the number of thy days is
great?
JOB, xxxviii, 21.
Thou, by contemplating this sphere,
Which heaven's bright face does show
Events, which shall to others chance,
Pretendest to foreknow.

Tell me, if thou of fates to come
A skilful prophet art,
When to the tomb the pow'r of Death
Shall urge thee to depart?

TO SOPHIA.

I'll tell thee my sorrow-I tell thee my grief,
I'll tell thee the tale of my sadness;
For compassion, at least, brings the mourner
relief,

When his heart is a stranger to gladness. Smile not-nor think the appearance of joy, Which for a moment may sit on my brow, Like a bright ray of hope, each woe will destroy,

But view-view the sorrower now! There's one, and she's fair, as the visions of sleep,

When happiness o'er us is dawning; When each thought is blissful, and we sigh not,

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SKETCHES IN SPAIN.

Seville, 12th August, 1824

the tones of a noble organ filled the air with a harmony that seemed to descend from heaven. Children dressed in red opened the scene, carrying lights in immense chandeliers of massive silver. Other children, dressed in the same

metal, diffusing smoking columns of delicious perfume. Three priests followed, dressed in cloth of gold; they ranged themselves before the altar, and the ceremony commenced. I need not give you the details; you know the forms of the Catholic mass, and that it is susceptible of all the ornaments of an Opera. Such is particularly the case in the Cathedral of Seville; it filled my imagination with poetical ideas, and a couviction that Chateaubriand had not exhausted the elements of the genius of Christianity.

A CANON, that is to say, a member of that clerical aristocracy which is considered in foreign countries as one of the great scourges of Spain, and which never-colour, waved around censors of the same theless is not so rich, and is much more popular than that of another country that I will not name! A canon, I say, deigned to show me in all its details the magnificent cathedral of this city, which is one of the finest monuments that was ever erected to the glory of the Supreme Being. I will not enter into the artistical minutiæ: I will only tell you that it is adorned with the chef-d'oeuvres of Murillo, that wonderful man of whom 'we know nothing in England but some small pictures, and who could fully develope his great genius only in the vast scenes where he has displayed the splendour of the heavens, the transports of devotion, and the magic of perspective. This great artist painted with a depth of view and a philosophic taste that made him much superior to his age. His conceptions are bold, and their execution is perfect. He delighted in all that was supernatural and elevated. Homer created his Olympus; Murillo created a heaven for himself, which he knew how to people with beings worthy of such an abode, and to enrich with torrents of light, with transparent clouds, and a splendour that appears to surpass the ordinary resources of painting. One of these pictures represents the Virgin depositing the child in the arms of St. Anthony-it is beyond description—it is a poem.

My respectable Cicerone intermingled his descriptions with melancholy regrets upon the former flourishing state of the finances of the Cathedral before the last part of the reign of Charles the Fourth. Then, said he, the people paid the whole of the tythe, and without a murmur. Our revenues were poured into our coffers, like a shower of gold. A large sum was put by every year, which had already accumulated to a considerable treasure. Besides that, we had jewels, and sacred vases, which dazzled the eyes with the splendour of the precious stones that adorned them. Alas, these happy days are vanished! The Prince of Peace began the pillage; the French Generals followed; and then came the liberals,who have reduced the tythe one balf. Do not however suppose that we have diminished the magnificence of divine service. The bell rings; come and you shall hear High Mass.

We approached the choir, and already

I was invited to dinner at the house of one of the first inhabitants of the town. The heat was excessive, and the tablę was covered with dishes, whose exhalations increased the degree of temperature. The master of the house took his coat off without ceremony, and invited us all to do the same. The domestics wore vests of nankeen, and other light stuffs, but as his guests were numerous, the wardrobe of our host was soon ex hausted, and he was obliged to have recourse to that of his ancestors. There resulted from thence an amusing masquerade; my lot was a robe-de-chambre of Chinese taffety, which had witnessed the conquest of Mexico. The conversation turned on different subjects. My host, who excelled in bull-fights, gave us a learned dissertation, in which he compared this amusement to English pugilism. Of course he gave the preference to the taste of his own nation. He had heard of Mr. Martin, the Irish member, and of his legislative measures. He is the scourge of good taste, said he, gravely: he must be to sportsmen what Gongora was to poets: he is an extinguisher in every sense of the word.

After dinner every one takes the siesta; a man of good taste cannot appear in the streets at this hour of the day without for ever disgracing himself; thus it is said vulgarly, that at the hour of the siesta, nothing is seen in the streets of Seville but dogs and canons; the latter go to vespers, after having copionsly enjoyed the delights of Comus and Morpheus. Restored by these divinities, and dressed in a light silk tissue, they feel not the inconveniences of the hour and the season. The siesta is long, and on rising, they salute each other as if the night was over. They drink ices and

HABROCOMAS AND ANTHIA.

sherbettes, eat sweetmeats, and go in crowds to the charming promenade of l'Eventail; where gallantry, the fumes of cigars, dust, oranges, music, and the noisy conversations of the Andalusians, make you, in turns, experience all the sweet and painful sensations of which the human organization is susceptible.

The theatre had already began to fill. A piece was performed in which a prince, flying from the persecutions of the usurper of his throne, is compelled to disguise himself as a Mouk. His servant, who had also assumed the frock, had no relish for the monastic life. He gives in some charming lines a burlesque description of it, which would have drawn down all the thunders of the Vatican if it had issued from the pen of Voltaire or Pigault le Brun. Afterwards was represented a piece, in which the Constitution was ridiculed. In the time of the Cortes, said my neighbour, the author of this piece brought out another, in which he ridiculed Ferdinand.-Then, said I, he studied the dramatic art at Paris.

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HABROCOMAS & ANTHIA. From the Greek of Xenophon Ephesius. HABROCOMAS was a youth of such almost supernatural beauty, that he became the pride of Ephesus, and the admiration of his fellow-countrymen; nor were there wanting persons who had even made him the object of their adoration. Habrocomas was at this time seventeen years of age, and his vanity was not of course inferior to his beauty; he despised the attractions of the female sex, and having been continually told that no one possessed charms equal to his own, we cannot be surprised that he at last believed it.

"But, above all," continues Xenophon, after relating the above, "he refused to acknowledge Love as a Deity, declaring that he was but a chimerical being, who only attacked weak persons, and whose empire extended over effeminate hearts alone. If he saw a statue or temple raised in honour of the God of Love, a smile of contempt beamed instantly in his countenance, and he was not afraid to declare that he was himself at once more beautiful and more powerful than the God of Love; and, to say the truth, wherever he appeared, he was the only object that was observed, and in his presence every one forgot to admire the graces and the beauties which the artist might have spread around the image of he god.

' But Love is a Deity who never can

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forgive pride. So much vanity in a mortal irritated his anger, and he determined to punish and to reduce him into subjection, in spite of his boasted indifference."

Cupid is here as victorious as usual, and Habrocomas returns from the feast in honour of Diana, violently enamoured of Anthia. It is thus our author represents him at this interesting period ;

"Habrocomas, tearing his hair and rending his vestments, now exclaimed: Wretch that I am! Alas! what pains do I endure?-Where, where has all my boasted power fled?-subjected to a being I have so often braved, I behold myself the slave of Anthia-her beauty is superior to mine, and my defeat proclaims the Divinity of Love.

"But shall this continue? No, my cowardly soul shall now at least resume its vigour, anb resist a God who can have no existence, save in the imagination of mankind. The charms of Anthia have for a moment dazzled my eyes; but I will dissipate the cloud, and, armed with firmness and with continence, I will again laugh at the attacks of Love."

wounded him afresh-in vain the proud He said; but the conquering god mortal struggles beneath the triumphant deity-his vain resistance only serves to irritate his wounds. At length he surrenders, and humbling himself to the very earth, exclaims, with downcast eyes, "Thou hast prevailed, invincible god, and upon the vanquished chastity of Hebrocomas thou hast raised to thyself a glorious trophy. Now I am your suppliant-your captive; and henceforth will I invoke thee as the mighty director of the universe.-O Love! I braved thy power, the effects of which I never had experienced. Punish not, I beseech thee, my foolish temerity; but protect the weakness which doth supplicate thee, even as thou dost crush the pride that dares oppose thy universal sway,-yield to these longing arms the lovely Anthia; for thou, and thou only, hast the power."

We trust that this will be a lesson to all future handsome young men, and will teach them not to have too good an opinion of their persons.

The idea of the hero of a love story being unruly and rebellious to Cupid, is not, we believe, of very common occur rence. Authors have generally much more trouble in this respect with the heroines; and we must say, that men arc, generally speaking, much better subjects of the mighty little god than women are. Indeed, could we possibly gain a sight of Cupid's account of killed

and wounded, and of his disbursement for ammunition, we have no doubt that the following assertion would be found to be correct; namely, that while one shot has been sufficient to reduce the stoutest grenadier into subjection, the soft, delicate, and tender lady has required as many vollies as would sweep away all the batteries of Algiers. At least, if it be not so, we shall never be able to account for the uphill and protracted labour of courtship.

THE GREEK CHIEFS.

No. I.-ALEXANDER YPSILANTI. WHEN important innovations occur in the political condition of a country, the world is generally anxious to know something of the persons who take the leading parts in such events. Now the late regeneration of Greece is one of those extraordinary phenomena which has peculiarly interested all the civilized world. Our readers may therefore like to know something, however little it may be, of the persons who have been the most conspicuous in bringing about this regeneration. We shall therefore furnish them with a brief notice of most of those persons, both in the civil and military departments of the state. And first of Ypsilanti.

Alexander Ypsilanti, the person who may be considered as having been the first active and avowed stirrer in the Greek Revolution, is the son of an Hospodar of Wallachia, who first assumed the government of that country in the year 1802. About three years after his installation as a prince, Ypsilanti's father received a summons from the Sultan to attend him at Constantinople. knowing that his obedience to this sumBut mons would most probably cost him his head, he determined on retiring to Russia with his family and suite. HereAlexander, his son, chose the military profession, and accordingly he entered the Russian army; where, in several battles against the French, he obtained considerable distinction, and was at length promoted to the rank of Major-General, and Aidde-camp to the Emperor. Previously to this, however, he had received a wound which deprived him of his right hand. It was, no doubt, on account of his military talents and success, no less than his distinguished birth, that he was fixed upon as fit to commence the present revolution in Wallachia and Moldavia. His name must therefore unquestionably be transmitted to posterity in immediate connection with the origin of this noble But still, judging from his after

cause.

actions, as well as the unfortunate results of his proceedings in the principalities, it must be confessed that the choice was not a happy one. He has shewn little of that character which should belong to a real patriot, and which must distinguish maintain his station in the public eye. a popular leader, if he would deserve and Instead of mixing with his army, and seeking to gain the personal favour of his soldiers, he always kept himself strictly apart from them. In fact, to so high a pitch did he carry this feeling of exclusiveness, that whenever he was stationed for any time on a particular spot, he used to cause to be marked out sacred way, and beyond which no one a precise point, which he called the was allowed to pass but himself and his own brothers. This, no doubt, evinced ship with those about him, which, in a a kind of feeling, in regard to his relationcause like that which he was professing to espouse, totally disqualified him from fulfilling the duties of his station, or satisfying the hopes and wishes of those who had placed him there.

that neither Alexander Ypsilanti, nor his Upon the whole, it must be admitted brother Demetrius, have shewn those talents which are indispensable to political leaders in a struggle like that in which it was speedily discovered that this was the Greeks are now engaged. In fact, the case with Demetrius; and accordingly he was displaced from his command vidual in the Morea. As for Alexander, and now lives the life of a private indí

after the unfortunate results of the battle in which he was engaged at Dragachan, he was compelled to seek refuge in the Austrian dominions, where though it is not apparent in what way he has remained a prisoner ever since, he can have subjected himself to this restraint, since none of his actions have offended the laws of the Austrian government.

THE SCHYPETARS.

IT was the Schypetars who, on the first attack of Ispara, sold to the Turks the unfortunate inhabitants. By this name are distinguished the hordes of renegade Christians, who embraced Islamism, after the conquest of the Albania by the Mussulmen. The famous Ali Pacha was of this race, according to the opinion of M. de Pouqueville. In 1717 they were organized as militia, by the orders of the Pachas, and especially charged with the police.

The Schypetars, after having abjured their faith and their country, acknowledged no other law than an insatiable

FREDERIC THE GREAT.

cupidity. They fight for whoever pays them, and are always ready to betray the standard under which gold alone enrols them. They are frequently seen bearing arms against each other. During the tyranny of Ali Pacha, they deluged Epirus with blood in mutual contests, and devastated it by this brigandage.

When, in 1770, the Greeks, secretly excited by Catherine II., attempted to throw off the yoke, a corps of Schypetars in the pay of the Porte entered the Morea, repulsed the Russians, and delivered up the Greeks to the vengeance of their masters. After this exploit, they demanded their wages from the Pacha, who was unable to pay them. They then disbanded themselves, laid waste the villages, destroyed the flocks and harvests, dragged into slavery the industrious inhabitants, whether Greeks or Turks, and openly revolted against the Mussulmen. After nine years of resistance, they were besieged in Trip polizza, and cut to pieces by Hassan Pacha, who caused to be erected before one of the gates of the town a pyramid of more than forty thousand heads. M. de Pouqueville says, he saw, in 1799, the remains of this horrible trophy. Those who escaped from this slaughter were pursued and exterminated, in a pass of the Oenian mountains, which has since been called, "The defile of the massacre."

Schypetars sold their services to Ali Pacha, when he was in revolt against the Porte; but when his finances were exhausted, he was betrayed by these mercenaries. They serve only the cause of those who pay them, says Pouqueville, but they serve them with a fidelity so brutal, that brothers, fighting on opposite sides, are frequently seen to blow each other's brains out, without the least feeling of pity. The history of the most barbarous ages of antiquity furnishes no example of men resembling the Schypetars. Indifferent to every public cause, setting themselves without notice of hatred or resentment to mas sacre, in virtue of the right of war, under any standard which gives them money in exchange for their blood, these mercenary gladiators, trained like the leopards that afford the pleasures of the chace to the kings of Persia, after having wept the fate of Ali Pacha, hastened to fight against his most faithful partisans.

Such are the auxiliaries which the defenders of Ispara admitted into their ranks, and associated in their noble

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Translated from the German.

No officer of the guards at Potsdam dared to go to Berlin without the king's leave. A masquerade was one day given at Berlin, where the king was expected, and he thought that every officer would have asked leave at the parade to go to it, but no one advanced for that purpose, and his majesty, much surprised that no one should ask, supposed they meant to come incog.; upon which he resolved to watch nar. rowly every mask of whom he had the smallest suspicion. On entering the masquerade, he looked round, and soon perceived a mask whom he knew by his height to be one of his guards. The king therefore sent several of his attendants to find out the mask, but all to no purpose. He was, however, resolved to know who he was, and went himself masked, and asked him,-Are you not Lieutenant G.?-Yes, I am; but I am here without the king's leave, and he is a scoundrel that tells where I am. This is a common expression in the Prussian army, and means, "keep the secret, or forfeit your honour." The king was thus bound to silence, but determined to punish the officer for being at the masquerade without leave; upon which he spoke to an officer of the rifle corps, which the mask observing, left the saloon, mounted his horse, and galloped back to Potsdam, undressed, hid his domino, and went to bed. He had not been long there, when the commanding officer arrived, came to his bedside, and found him apparently fast asleep. The king, the next morning, on the parade, sure of success, after having given the parole, asked in a peremptory tone of voice, if the colonel had executed his order, and what officer he had to report absent last night. The colonel answered, "None, that he had found them all in bed."

When the king saw his scheme had miscarried, he walked up and down, and stopped before the officer in question, and whispering in his car, said, “I

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