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The years—they fly like arrows fleet.

The maiden's plays the proud boy soorneth,

He rushes forth, the world to roam

With pilgrim' s staff, at last returneth,

A stranger in his father's home.

And brilliant, in her youthful splendor,

Like creature, come from heaven's height,

With cheeks all mantling, modest, tender,

The maiden stands before his sight.

A nameless longing then is waking

In the youth's heart; he goes alone;

The tears from out his eyes are breaking;

Joy in his brothers' sports is flown.

He blushes as her steps he traces,

Her greeting smile his heart elates,

For fairest flowers the fields he searches.

Wherewith his love he decorates.

O tender longing, hope the sweetest,

The golden time of young first love,

The eye beholdcth heaven unveiling,

Riots the heart in bliss above!

O that, for ever fair and vernal,

Love's beauteous season were eternal I

See how brown the pipes are getting!
This little rod I dip it in,
If it show a glazed coating,
Then the casting may begin.

Now, my lads, enough!

Prove me now the stuff; The brittle with the tough combining, See if they be rightly joining.

For when the Strong and Mild are pairing,
The Manly with the Tender shariug,
Then is the concord good and strong.
See ye, who join in endless union,
If heart with heart be in communion!
For Fancy's brief, Repentance long.
Lovely in her ringlets straying
Is the wreath that crowns the bride,
When the merry church bells playing
Call to pleasure far and wide.
Ah! the hour of Life most festal
Ends the May of Life also,
With the veil and girdle vestal
Breaks the lovely charm in two.
The passion it flies,
Love must be enduring,
The flower it dies,
Fruit is maturing.
The man must be out
In hostile life tolling,
Be toiling and moiling,
And planting, obtaining,
Devising and gaining,
And daring, enduring,
So fortune securing;

Then streameth in wealth, all untold in its measure.

And filled is the garner with costliest treasure;

The chambers increase, the house—it spreads out

And in it presides

The chaste gentle housewife,

The mother of children,

And ruleth meetly

The household discreetly,

And teacheth the maidens,

The boys she restraineth,

And keeps over moving

Hands busy and loving,

And adds to the gains

With ordering pains,

And sweet-scented presses with treasures is filling, And thread round the swift humming spindle is reel

And the neat burnished chests—she gathers them fall
Of linen snow-white, and of glistering wool,
And adds to the useful the beautiful ever
And restcth ncver.

And the father with look elate,
From the high, far-seeing gable
Surveys his blooming, broad estate,
Seeth his buildings forest-like growing,*
And the barns with their lofts o'crflowing,
And the granaries, bent with the blessing,
And the corn as it waves unceasing;
Boasts he with pride-lit face:
Firm as the Earth's own base
'Gainst all misfortune's might
Stand now my riches bright!
Yet with thy great laws, 0 heaven,
Can no endless bond be woven,
And Misfortune strldeth fast.

Be the casting now beginning;
Finely jagged is the grain.
But before we set it running,
Let us breathe a pious strain.

Let the metal go!—

God protect us now I
Through the bending handle hollow
Smoking shoots the fire-brown billow.

Benignant is the might of Flame,
Wheu man keeps watch and makes it tame.
In what he fashions, what ho makes,
Help from this heaven's force he takes.
But fearful is this heaven's force,
When all unfettered in its course,
It steps forth on its own fierce way,
Thy daughter, Nature, wild and free.
Wo! when once emancipated,
With nought her power to withstand,
Through the streets thick populated,
Waves she high her monstrous brand!
By the elements is hated
What is formed by mortal hand.
From the heavens
Blessings pour,
Streams the shower;
From the heavens, all the same,
Lightnings gleam.
Dost hear it from the tower moan?
'Tis th' alarm!
Blood-red now
Heaven is flushing;
That is not the daylight's glow 1
What a rushing,
Streets all up!
Smoke rolls up 1

Fllck'ring mounts the fire-column,
Through the long streets onward growing,
Going swift as winds are going;
As from out a furnace rushing,
Glows the air, and beams are crashing,
Pillars tumble, children crying,
Windows breaking, mothers flying,
'Mid the ruin
Beasts are lowing;

•This line is obscure in the original. Literally: *' Seeth the projecting beams (or trees) of the pillars" Perhaps the line is elucidated by reference to the method of constructing the outhouses on German farms. It is said that the framework is left visible, and the pillars or supporters, the spaces between whieh are filled in with bricks or stone, bear a resemblance to trees. See RetMeh'a Outlines, No. 26. Whatever may be the precise miming nf the lino, Schiller probably intended to describe the farmer as taking satisfaction in the number and substantial character of bis outhouses.

All is fleeing, saving, running,
Light as day the night's becoming;
Through the chain of bands, all vying,
Swiftly flying,

Goes the bucket; bow like bending,
Spouts the water, high ascending.
Howling comes the blast, befriending
The flame it roaring seeks and fans.
Crackling 'midst the well-dried graius.
Seizing on the granVy chambers,
And the dry wood of the timbers,
And, as if it would, in blowing,
Tear the huge bulk of the world
With it, In its flight uphurl'd,
Mounts the tiame to heaven, growing
Giant toll I
Hopeless all,

Mau to God at last hath yielded,
Idly sees what he hath builded,
Wond'ring, to destruction going.

All burnt out
Are the places,

Where the tempest wild reposes.
In the hollow windows dreary,
Horror's sitting.

And the clouds of heaven, flitting
High, look in.

Ere he goes,
On the ashes.
Where his riches

Buried lie, one look man throws—
His pilgrim's staff then gladly clutches.
Whatever the fire from him has torn,
One comfort sweet is ever nearest,
The heads he counteth of his dearest,
And lo! not one dear head is gone.

Earth our work is now entombing,
And the mould is filled right well;
Will it, fair to light forthcoming,
Recompense our pains and skill?

If the casting crack?

If the mould should break?
Ah! perhaps, while wc have waited,
Mischief hath its work completed.

To holy Earth's dark, silent bosom
We our handiwork resign,
The husbandmen the seed consign.
And hope that it will swell and blossom
And bless the sower, by laws divine,
Still costlier seed, in sorrow bringing,
We hide within the lap of Earth,
And hope that, from the coffin springing,
'Twill bloom in brighter beauty forth.

From the tower,
Heavy, slow,
Tolls the fun'ral
Note of wo.

Sad and solemn, with its knell attending
Some new wand'rer, on the last way wending.

Ah I the wife it Is, the dear one,
Ah! it is the faithful mother,
Whom the angel dark Is bearing
From the husband's arms endearing,
From the group of children far,
Whom she, blooming, to him bare.
Whom she on her faithful breast
Saw with joy maternal rest;—
Ah! th*' household ties so tender
Broken are fbr evermore,
For the shadow-land now holds her,
Who the household ruled o'erl
For her faithful guidance ceases,
No more keepeth watch her care,

In the Toid and orphaned places Rules the stranger, loveless there.

Till the bell is cooled a
Let there rest from labor be.
And be each as free, unburdened,
As the bird upon the tree.

Once the stars appear,

From all duty clear. Hear the lads the vespers ringing; To the master care 's still c

Light of heart, his footsteps telling In the wild and distant greenwood, Seeks the wand'rer his dear dweHing. Bleating wind the sheep slow homeward, And the kine too, Broad-browed, with their smcot Come in lowing, To the stalls accustomed going. Heavy in Rocks the wagon. Harvest laden. Bright with flowers, The crown towers On the sheaves,

And a band of youthful reapers

Street and market-place grow stiller;
Round the light, domestic, social,
Gather now the household inmates,
And the city gate shuts creaking.
Black bedighted
Is the Earth now;
Rest the people, unaffrighted
By the dark,

Which alarms the bad benighted;

For the eye of Law doth watch and mark.

Holy Order, rich in blessing,
Born of Heaven, in peace unceasing
Dwell all ranks when by her shielded.
Mighty cities she hath builded,
Calling the unsocial savage
There to dwell—no more to ravage;
To the huts of men she goeth,
And to gentle ways allureth,
And dearest ties hath wov'n round us,
Ties, that to our country bind us.

Busy hands , by thousands stirring,
In a lively league unite,
And it is in fiery motion
That all forces come to light.
Briskly work, by Freedom guarded,
Both the master and the men,
Each one in his place rewarded,
Scorning every scoffer then.
Toil—it is our decoration,
Work, the blessing doth command,
Kings are honored by their station,
Honors 1a the toil-worn hand.

Peace, thou gentle
Sweetest grace,
Hover, hover,

Ever friendly round this place!
Never may that day be dawning
When the horrid sounds of battle
Through this sllent vale shall rattle;
When the heavens,
Which, with evening blushing mildly,
Softly beam,

«hall with flames consuming wildly
Town and cities, fearful gleam 1

Break me up the useless structure.
It has now fulfilled its part,

That the work, without a fracture,
May give delight to eye and heart .
Swing the hammer, swing,
Till the top shall spring!
When to light the bell arises,
First the mould we break in pieces.

The master wise alone is knowing
Just when the mould should broken be,
But wo! if, streams of fire flowing,
The glowing ore itself sets free!
Blind raging, with the crash of thunder,
It shivers the exploded house,
As if hell's jaws had yawned asunder,
Destruction far and wide it throws.
When brutal force is senseless storming,
There can no perfect work be forming;
When nations seek themselves to free,
There can no common welfare be.

Wo! if, heaped up, the fire-tinder
Should the still heart of cities fill,
Their fetters rending all asunder,
The people work then their own will!
Then at the bell-ropes tuggeth Riot,
The bell gives forth a wailing sound,
Sacred to peace alone and quiet,
For blood it rings the signal round.

"Equality and Freedom"howling,
Rushes to arms the citizen,
And bloody-minded bands are prowling,
And streets and halls are filled with men;
Then women to hyenas changing,
On bloody horrors feast and laugh,
And, with the thirst of panthers ranging,
The blood of hearts yet quiv'rlng quaff.
Nought sacred is there more, for breaking
Are all the bands of pious Awe,
The good man's place, the bad are taking,
And Vice acknowledges no law.
Tis dangerous to rouse the lion,
Deadly to cross the tiger's path,
But the most terrible of terrors,
Is man himself in his wild wrath.
Alas! when to the ever blinded
The heavenly torch of Light is lent!
It guides him not, it can but kindle
Whole states in flames and ruin blent.

Joy to me now God hath given!
See ye! like a golden star,
From the shell, all bright and even,
Comes the metal-kernel clear.
Bright from top to rim,
Like the sun's own beam.
E'en the 'scutcheon, formed completely,
Shows its maker worketh neatly.

Come all! come all!
My comrades, stand around and listen,
While solemnly our work we christen!
Ccmcordia we the Bell will call.
To harmony, by heartfelt love united,
May all be ever by its voice Invited.

And thia its office be henceforth,
Whereto the master gave it birth:
High, this low earthly being over,
Shall it, in heaven's blue, spacious tent,
The neighbour of the thunder, hover,
And border on the firmament.
And let it be a voice from Heaven,
Joined with the starry host afar,
By which high praise to God is given,
And which lead on the crowned year.
And be its metal mouth devoted
Only to grave and solemn things,
And hourly, Time, still onward flying,
Shall touch it with his rapid wings.

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London, Paris, St. Petersburg, Vienna, Berlin, and Madrid, have each their peculiar attractions, and represent an epitome of the empires, of which, respectively, they are the capitals. Not so with Washington, which, independently of the personale of the government, conveys to the stranger no idea whatever of the magnitude, wealth and progress of the United States. If it were not for the presence of Congress, and the disbursements of the treasury department, Washington would be a rotten borough—"a finished town": were the seat of government removed, it would sink into absolute insignificance. And yet Washington is a delightful place in the winter and spring of the year: at least so says everybody who has been there without being grievously disappointed in politics.

One disadvantage of Washington which, however, may in other respects be considered an advantage (at least to some people), consists in the absence of what may be termed a funded society, serving as a means of perpetuating and distributing refinement as well as the proprieties and elegancies of social life on the Lancasterian principle of mutual instruction. The few agreeable families who make Washington their permanent home, are people of official standing, or deriving consequence principally from their connexion with the government. Wealth and refinement are, as yet, not sufficient to balance political power; much less can either of them alone run a successful career against the official dispensers of power and patronage. Thomas Jefferson delighted in this prospect of the city, and his beau-ideal of a political capital without influence, has probably been exceeded by the reality.

Washington, apart from its official stamp, presents, as yet, no social characteristics, and is, in this respect, vastly inferior to Boston, Philadelphia, Charleston, and New Orleans, —the four cities of the United States which may boast of the most original elements of society in the country. Washington is a sort of frontier lown, taken alternately by the Huns and Goths, as this or that political party is in the ascendency; with feudal lords and their retinue surrounding the conqueror, till the latter, in turn, is obliged to evacuate the

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city. These alternate invasions give to the people of Washington a warlike character which is not altogether unbecoming in gentlemen; but the arts of peace are not apt to flourish under such a regime. Mars and Venus may be conjoined; but the Graces and the eternal Nine do not willingly dwell amid carnage and plunder.

But, with all these drawbacks, Washington still contains, at all times, a sufficient number of agreeable and educated people to constitute a pleasant visiting circle, though the persons whom you there meet in first places, would probably be at a reasonable discount in other parts of the Union. It stands to reason that Washington should be the focus of the strong and original mind of the country; but strength and originality, though at all times attractive, are not all that constitutes agreeable society. The most essential element of pleasant company is ease, and that cannot very well prevail where positions are so adventitious and precarious, as in Washington. Our country is young and vigorous, and these leading characteristics are reflected in the official and " congressional" gentry of the metropolis; but vigour, intelligence, and originality, though at no time insipid (as society is often found in the most elevated spheres), are but too often the cause of mortification in others, unless joined to great social tact and that habitual urbanity of manners which, if it do not exclude, at least does not invite comparison. The prerequisite of agreeable society is equality, and that cannot exist where its members, as in Washington, are labelled "senators," "members," "cabinet officers," "auditors," "clerks," &c. There is probably no place in the world where people are more strictly classified, or more exclusively composed of sets, according to power and influence, than in Washington. The "upper crust" in Washington seem to be entirely absolved from any effort to please or to be agreeable. They are everything from position, and as that is dependent, for the most part, on their standing and popularity in other communities, they but too often use the freedom of travellers in hotels, and make themselves comfortable at the expense of their- neighbours. The disagreeable, shocking scenes which are so often witnessed in both Houses of Congress,

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