...and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...Dream! While the blue Night crept up the stream." " Squire Maurice," the subject of the next piece, is a country gentleman, who is in love with a peasant...

...and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled; Thy smoke is dusty fire ; And from the glory round thec poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upun a spire....

...and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...Dream ! While the blue Night crept up the stream. The wild train plunges in the hills, He shrieks across the midnight rills ; Streams through the shifting...

...and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...! Dream! While the blue Night crept up the stream. The wild Train plunges in the hills, He shrieks across the midnight rills ; Streams through the shifting...

...to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face. When sunset.bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides 'are...Dream ! While the blue Night crept up the stream. The wild train plunges in the hills, He shrieks across the midnight rills ; Streams through the shifting...

...the stars. From terrace proud to alley base I know thee as my mother's face. When sunset bathes thec in his gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled,...Dream ! While the blue Night crept up the stream. The wild Train plunges in the hills, He shrieks across the midnight rills ; Streams through the shifting...

...narrative. We copy out two stanzas, however, as specimens, one of description, the other of sentiment. " When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...thee, Terror ! Dream ! While the blue night crept np the stream. AIT raptures of this mortal breath, Solemnities of life and death, Dwell in thy noise...

...In wreaths of bronze thy sides aro rolled, Thy smoko is dusky firo; And, from the glory round thco poured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watched thoe, Terror ! Dream 1 While tho blue Night crept up tho stream. Tho wild Train plunges in tho hills,...

...south'ard, backed by green hills and bronzed with golden mist, the historic city clings to its rocky ridge. When sunset bathes thee in his gold, In wreaths of...sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. But Here, my dear Lancelot, our emancipation is still more complete. That badge of servitude, the white...

...stars. From terraee proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's faee. When sunset bathes thee in hie gold, In wreaths of bronze thy sides are rolled, Thy...smoke is dusky fire; And, from the glory round thee lxiured, A sunbeam like an angel's sword Shivers upon a spire. Thus have I watehed thee, terror! dream!...