The Te Deum is an ancient Christian hymn, composed by St. Ambrose; it is so called from the first Latin words, "Te Deum laudamus," We praise thee, O God. Mars, in mythology, the god of war. The Alhambra is the ancient palace of the Moorish kings, at Granada. Allah is the Mohammedan name for the Supreme Being. Roland was a nephew of Charlemagne, or Charles the Great, emperor of the West and king of France. He was one of the most famous knights of the chivalric romances. The Alpuxarras is a mountainous region in the old province of Granada, where the Moors were allowed to remain some time after their subjugation by Ferdinand. XCIV. HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY. To be, or not to be; that is the question:- The heartache and the thousand natural shocks Devoutly to be wished. To die, -to sleep:- That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make But that the dread of something after death,— And makes us rather bear those ills we have Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act iii, Scene i. XCV. GINEVRA. Samuel Rogers, 1763-1855, was the son of a London banker, and, in company with his father, followed the banking business for some years. He began to write at an early age, and published his "Pleasures of Memory," perhaps his most famous work, in 1792. The next year his father died, leaving him an ample fortune. He now retired from business and established himself in an elegant house in St. James's Place. This house was a place of resort for literary men during fifty years. In 1822 he published his longest poem, "Italy," after which he wrote but little. He wrote with care, spending, as he said, nine years on the "Pleasures of Memory," and sixteen on "Italy." "His writings are remarkable for elegance of diction, purity of taste, and beauty of sentiment." It is said that he was very agreeable in conversation and manners, and benevolent in his disposition; but he was addicted to illnature and satire in some of his criticisms. IF thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance Among her ancient trophies, is preserved Within that reverend tower, the Guirlandine),— Will long detain thee; through their archèd walks, Perhaps the two, for groves were their delight, Read only part that day.-A summer sun 'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth, The last of that illustrious race, very Done by Zampieri - but by whom I care not. He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half-open, and her finger up, As though she said, "Beware!" her vest of gold, And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Alone it hangs Over a moldering heirloom, its companion, That, by the way, it may be true or false- She was an only child; from infancy The joy, the pride, of an indulgent sire; The young Ginevra was his all in life, Still as she grew, forever in his sight; And in her fifteenth year became a bride, Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria, Her playmate from her birth, and her first love. Just as she looks there in her bridal dress, Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. Great was the joy; but at the bridal feast, When all sate down, the bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found! Her father cried, "Tis but to make a trial of our love!" And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, An old man wandering as in quest of something, Full fifty years were past, and all forgot, That moldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said "Ginevra."- -There then had she found a grave! NOTES.-The above selection is part of the poem, “Italy." Of the story Rogers says, "This story is, I believe, founded on fact; though the time and place are uncertain. Many old houses in England lay claim to it," |