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assemblies every week; and the last year's vintage of Lafitte will rezunerate the honest proprietor who reared it.

347.-NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

BYRON. (We have given a specimen of Byron's rapid and vigorous prose ; another from his Dramas; and we now extract a description from 'Don Juan,' which bas the interest of being a picture of his own patrician seat-from which an inlucky destiny banished him, to live and die amongst strangers.)

To Norman Abbey whirled the noble pair,

An old, old monastery once, and now
Still older mansion, of a rich and rare

Mix'd Gothic, such as artists all allow
Few specimens yet left us can compare

Withal : it lies perhaps a little low,
Because the monks preferr'd a hill behind,
To shelter their devotion from the wind.
It stood embosom'd in a happy valley,

Crown'd by bigh woodlands, where the Druid oak
Stood, like Caractacus, in act to rally

His host, with broad arms 'gainst the thunder stroke,
And from beneath his boughs were seen to sally

The dappled foresters—as day awoke,
The branching stag swept down with all his herd,
To quaff a brook which murmur'd like a bird.
Before the mansion lay a lucid lake,

Broad as transparent, deep, and freshly fed
By a river, which its soften'd way did take

In currents through the calmer water spread
Around: the wild fowl nestled in the brake

And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed:
The woods sloped downward to its brink, and stood
With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.

Its outlet dash'd into a deep cascade,

Sparkling with foam, until, again subsiding, Its shriller echoes—like an infant made

Quiet-sank into softer ripples, gliding Into a rivulet; and thus allay'd,

Pursued its course, now gleaming, and now hiding Its windings through the woods ; now clear, now blue, According as the skies their shadows threw. A glorious remnant of the Gothic pile

(While yet the church was Rome's) stood half apart In a grand arch, which once screen'd many an aisle.

These last had disappear'd-a loss to art : The first yet frown'd superbly o'er the soil,

And kindled feelings in the roughest heart, Which mourn'd the power of time's or tempest's march, In gazing on that venerable arch. Within a niche, nigh to its pinnacle,

Twelve saints had once stood sanctified in stone; But these had fallen, not when the friars fell,

But in the war which struck Charles from his throne, When each house was a fortalice-as tell

The annals of full many a line undone,– The gallant Cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign. But in a higher niche, alone, but crown'd,

The Virgin-Mother of the God-born child, With her son in her blessed arms, look'd round,

Spared by some chance, when all beside was spoil'd; She made the earth below seem holy ground.

This may be superstition, weak or wild,
But even the faintest relics a shrine
Of any worship wake some thoughts divine.
A mighty window, hollow in the centre,

Shorn of its glass of thousand colorings,
Through which the deepen'd glories once could enter,

Streaming from off the sun like seraph's wings,

Now yawns all desolate : now loud, now fainter,

The gale sweeps through its fretwork, and oft sings The owl his anthem, where the silenced quire Lie with their hallelujahs quench'd like fire. But in the noontide of the morn, and when

The wind is winged from one point of heaven,
There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then

Is musical—a dying accent driven
Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again.

Some deem it but the distant echo given
Back to the night wind by the waterfall,
And harmonized by the old choral wall :
Others, that some original shape, or form

Shaped by decay perchance, hath given the power (Though less than that of Memnon's statue, warm

In Egypt's rays, to harp at a fix'd hour)
To this gray ruin, with a voice to charm

Sad, but serene, it sweeps o'er tree or tower;
The cause I know not, nor can solve : but such
The fact:—I've heard it,-once perhaps too much.
Amidst the court a Gothic fountain play'd,

Symmetrical, but deck'd with carvings quaint-
Strange faces, like to men in masquerade,

And here perhaps a monster, there a saint:
The spring gush'd through grim mouths of granite made,

And sparkled into basins, where it spent
Its little torrent in a thousand bubbles,
Like man's riin glory, and his vainer troubles.
The mansion's self was vast and venerable,

With more of the monastic than has been
Elsewhere preserved: the cloisters still were stable,

The cells, too, and refectory, I ween:
An exquisite small chapel had been able,

Still unimpair'd, to decorate the scene;
The rest had been reformed, replaced, or sunk,
And spoke more of the baron than the monk.

Huge halls, long galleries, spacious chambers, joined

By no quite lawful marriage of the arts,
Might shock a connoisseur ; but, when combined,

Form'd a whole which, irregular in parts,
Yet left a grand impression on the mind,

At least of those whose eyes are in their hearts : We gaze upon a giant for his stature, Nor judge at first if all be true to nature. Steel barons, molten the next generation

To silken rows of gay and garter'd earls,
Glanced from the walls in goodly preservation :

And Lady Marys blooming into girls,
With fair long locks, had also kept their station :

And countesses mature in robes and pearls :
Also some beauties of Sir Peter Lely,
Whose drapery hints we may admire them freely.
Judges in very formidable ermine

Were there, with brows that did not much invite The accused to think their lordships would determine

His cause by leaning much from might to right: Bishops, who had not left a single sermon :

Attorneys-General, awful to the sight, As hinting more (unless our judgments warp us) Of the “ Star Chamber” than of “Habeas Corpus." Generals, some all in armor, of the old

And iron time, ere lead had ta'en the lead : Others in wigs of Marlborough's martial fold,

Huger than twelve of our degenerate breed : Lordlings with staves of white or keys of gold :

Nimrods, whose canvas scarce contain'd the steed;
And here and there some stern high patriot stood,
Who could not get the place for which he sued.
But ever and anon, to soothe your vision,

Fatigued with these hereditary glories,
There rose a Carlo Dolce, or a Titian,
Or wilder group of savage Salvatore's :

Here danced Albano's boys, and here the sea shone

In Vernet's ocean lights; and there the stories
Of martyrs axed, as Spagnoletto tainted
His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.

Here sweetly spread a landscape of Lorraine ;

There Rembrandt made his darkness equal light,
Or gloomy Caravaggio's gloomier stain

Bronzed o'er some lean and Stoic anchorite :-
But, lo! a Teniers woos, and not in vain,

Your eyes to revel in a livelier sight :
His bell-mouth'd goblet makes me feel quite Danish
Or Dutch with thirst-What, ho! a flask of Rhenish.

348.-OF THE PUBLIC GOOD.

A. SIDNEY. (We give an extract from the celebrated Discourses concerning Government,' by Algernon Sidney. His inflexible republican opinions brought him to the block, at the saine time with his friend William Lord Russell. His trial and execution, in 1684, was an outrage upon public feeling at the time. There is little doubt, however, that Sidney really contemplated a Revolution, and the establishment of a Republic. It was fortunate that more modern opinions finally prevailed ; and that, after a century of struggle, we have ob tained all the advantages of representative government without the evils of unmixed democracy. But there can be no doubt that the bold opinions of Algernon Sidney relieved us from the tyranny of the Stuarts. Happily we live in times when there are few opinions in Sidney's · Discourses' which an Englishman would shrink from upholding; and the day has long passed when any one would attempt to impugn the honesty and truth of sentiments such as those which we now subjoin.]

Men are valiant and industrious when they fight for themselves and their country; they prove excellent in all the arts of war and peace, when they are bred up in virtuous exercises, and taught by their fathers and masters to rejoice in the honors gained by them: they love their country when the good of every particular man is comprehended in the public prosperity, and the success of their

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