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APOSTROPHE TO THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
BY JAMES C. MOFFAT.
All hall, again, great Anglo-Norman tongue!
Thou comest on my ear Ho richly fraught
And harmonies of feeling and of thought,
I seem to hear the voice of her, who taught My infant mind to shape itself to thee,
Of those, who in youth's dreamy passions wrought The work of love, of hate, of grief, of glee, Of Beauty's holy rest or rapt solemnity.
Bach word and accent has a tale to tell,
Like early friends met beneath foreign skies. And, as I yield mo passive to thy spell,
Upon Imagination's canvass rise
Their forms—the good, the beautiful, the wise,— Who taught the aspiring soul its noblest aim:
Nor absent his, who laboured to devise
Sor docs the spirit its own past career
Alone from thy resources thus repair:
As warm and genial sunlight fills the air—
Sweet poesy, and science is the gale;
And he, who therein lives, though it may bear,
Defender of the truth and steadfast foe
Of error and deceit, even from the dawn
Was levelled at imposture, nor withdrawn
From sanctity of mitro or of lawn,
Who bent not though a monarch stooped to fawn,
Hast thou appeared, the advocate of pure
Unshrinking liberty of life and faith. And yet, thy virtues puritan secure
No stern monopoly. No cant bewrayeth
In merriment the preacher, nor gainsalth That hearty humour, which, as all thine own,
Through Addison, Swift, Sterne, and Goldsmith playetl Nor is thy playfulness for such alone; But every merry thought can find in theo a tone.
And for the gentle heart, that would express
Thou hast a key of tender plaintiveness
Such swan-like melodies, young Bruce, were thine;
Of kind-affeetioned words; such the divine
Fragments of dying Keats, and Tigho's enchanting line.
Thou humblest thyself to every care—
And, in assuaging revelation, where
For bitter guilt by self-condemning tale.
Hast thou the gates of utterance open thrown;
And where thy deep heart-searching meanings fail,
Where fail they ever must, what other can avail?
But when a Hamlet's or Othello's wo,
Immortal triumph o'er immortal foe,
As little do thy energies refuse,—
Where thy high argument its path pursues,
Thou soarest beyond the flight of Greek or Roman mi
What words like thine supply the fluent tongue
Which, scattering to the wind the arts of wrong,
Can charm into conviction, and inspire
When to high meaning chimes their lofty choir,
And Truth from Beauty draws new cogency and fire.
Such was the sceptre by thy Wilberforce,
Till tyrants yielding smiled on Freedom's course,
In nations kindled to the heavenly call
In science and in poesy from all
The intellectual wealth of Chalmers and of Hall.
And yet, they say there's harshness in thy tone!—
In other tongues, though smatterers in their own,
Alike the solemn organ-notes that swell
The Doric strains of Burns, and those that dwell
With Cowper, Coleridge, Gray, and Wordsworth's heavenly shell;
Which, from the warblings of unhappy Clare,
And the sweet minor of a Tannahill, To fiercest wailings of sublime despair,
Which to the sweeping touch of Byron thrill
The bosoms, which they horrify and fill
The diapason of the heart and will;
Interpreter of free and ardent souls,
Bold in thy strength, unshackled by the fear Of censorship, whose living thunder rolls
Indignantly majestic and severe,
The foes of Liberty to blast and scar— The flaming sword of Chatham, Fox, and Brougham,
And him, whose kindling words alone could rear The standard of the free, dispel their gloom, Make nations be, and men their native rights resume,
Tis true that thou hast discords sharp and loud—
On whomsoever bursts thy thundercloud
Nor set to measures of the melting reed— For every passion of the human breast,
All trains of thought, however they proceed, And every common topic of inquest, Thou hast a fitting garb, an armour of the best.
Grant me to know the treasures of thy reign,
To wield at will the wealth which they afford; For every dream, conviction, joy, and pain,
Promptly to grasp thy well-befitting word;
With thee to launch into the far explored, Yet boundless regions of the human soul;
I shall not envy polyglots their hoard, Though fair the dormant pile;—the free control Of current life, like thine, transcends the boasted whole.
8Y GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
Thk Wizard sat in his cave of night,
That shone like day. with a magic light,—
A flame as still as the witches' fire,
And lit at the top of a spiral wire I Beside his foot was a torturer's rack
That with never a motion would wrench the bones, And spurn the touch of the victim back.
While the Wizard laughed to hear his groans I Anon the wretch's startled hair
Would stand, with horror, on its ends; While sparkles hissed from his clenching fist
As from an angry fiend's.
The Wizard's cave was stored with things,
Which only the Wizard knew;
And yet that ran and Hew;
And yet that spoke and blew!
And skulls that grinned for lack of lips,
From the dark moon in eclipse!
He held in a flagon a strange fire-dragon,
That ate up steel like straw;
Obeyed his mighty law.
Would make a hob-nail dance and skip;
And guide the starless ship.
Another was sealed, for penance-shame,
0! the Wizard was a mighty man;
The mountains bowed, and lightnings ran,
Obedient to his word:
Wild racer of an iron course,
As fleet as fairest bird;
Ten men could never have stirr'd;
They heard, with noise like a drum-beat's roll,
The systole and the diastole,*
The Wizard weighed, in his either scale,
The planets, every one;
He looked into the sun;
As a snake would draw a bird;
His whispered voice was heard.
The faithful image, that comes and goes
On the mirror's placid face,
Unmoving life and grace;
Ubiquitous, strong, and tame,
Though many a thousand miles they came.
To tell the marvels of his power,
The dream of a frenzied hour.
• We mean no offence to Greek, in breaking the neck of its accents, and curtailing its quantities;—the verse would have them as they are.—Author.
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Dress of violet silk. Corsage high, open in front, almost to the waist, with five rows of trimming, composed each of two narrow volants of violet riband with rounded scal
lops. The three upper rows are interrupted by the opening of the corsage, but the two below pass across it over the beautiful lace guimpe which fills it. Upon the front of the skirt are a like number of rows of similar trimming, each composed of three volants of graduated widths aud lengths, those toward the lower edge being longer and wider than those above.
Sleeves a little wide, demi-long, with the sesm toward the side, along which and around the lower part, pass two rows of trimming like that described above, and a third row around the lower part only. Under-sleeves of three rows of lace, falling extremely large and full over the hand.
Figure 2. Full Dress Home Toilette —Robe of light green silk, with corsage opening square in front, and the opening edged with festooned dents of silk of a deeper green. At a little distance from the edge is a row of narrow network trimming, passing all round and descending in a V upon the corsage, almost to the end of the point in front. Below the square opening within this V, is embroidery work in silk, of two shades of green. A basquino is formed by the little wings at the side, extending toward the hips. The point of tho corsage is Tcry long and rounded. Sleeves rather large, trimmed round the lower part like tho edge of the corsage. From under this appears a very full volant with large rounded dents, subdivided by smaller ones, and ornamented with two rows of network, and above each larger dent with a pretty rose, the buds and foliage of which, placed at its sides, form a garland. Very ample under-sleeves of two rows of white lace. Around tho jupe are two very wide flounces, ornamented like those on the sleeves, except that the dents, the roses, and tho garland are all larger and wider.
Small cap of lace, with sharp dentsi it is of one circular piece, gathered below at the back of the head. On each side, falling from the temples, are thick tufts of narrow ribands, pink and green mixed, formed in circles or rings. Hair upon the forehead in little flat carls.—Coiffure a la Josephine.
plain. Corsage of whito lace, finished at the neck by a narrow gathered lace ruffle. Corsage gathered a littlo at the waist. Sleeves loose, straight, and rather short. There is a design of flowers down in front, and at the edges of the sleeves; the rest is in seed spots. Belt like the skirt, and with long ends.
Small round cap of white lace. This cap is of three divisions, one of white lace, flat upon the head and extending to the forehead, and one on each side of the head. The latter are formed each of two roses, enclosed in shells of black velvet, and these in shells of white lace. Hair in puffing bandeaux.
Figure 4. ZMstte Parte.—Robe of green taffetas. Corsage low. Long pointed busk. Sleeves short and plain. Skirt very full. Attached to the corsage is a bertho of black lace, held at the shoulders and at the middle by bunches of roses with foliage. From the middle bunch depend three green ribands. Chemisette of white lace. The skirt is trimmed with three flounces of black lace. The upper flounce is gathered up at the side by two littlo bouquets like those on the corsage. For the second the lace is sewed to the skirt all round, except at the two sides' where it is festooned by bouquets larger than those above. The third is like the second, except that the bosquets are still larger, and have three ends of green riband depending from each.
The front hair i s drawn back to the crown of the head. On the right is a row of small roses, and on the left a nocud of green ribands, with long loose ends falling to the shoulder; between theso is a connexion formed of a narrow strip of black lace.
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