Though roving 'neath the orient skies,
Whose golden beauty breathes of rest,
I envy every bird that flies

Toward the far and clouded west-
I think of thee-I think of thee-

Oh, dearest! hast thou thought of me?

JUNIUS.

He strode within an antique hall,
Where portraits hung against the wall,-
Warriors and sages, saints and dames,
Of glorious deeds and mighty fames
And armour, too, nor rusted yet,
Hung round like forms of massive jet,
And tattered banners drooping low,
Snatched by his fathers from the foe.
'Mid these, the relics of his race,
He strode along with pensive pace;
His shaded eye, that chisel'd mouth,
Belonged to one still in his youth-
But the broad brow bespoke the sage
Whose mind had passed beyond his age;
That lordly brow, that withering eye,
Which flashed as if he heard the cry
Of battle on the distant field,

And feared his friends might recreant yield.
His was a beauty dark and bright,
Mingling of storm and flashing light ;-

He paused-and from the mantle took
A small but worn and ragged book;
Leaf after leaf he turned-at length
To one he came of iron strength.

He gazed upon the page awhile,
And o'er his mouth a withering smile
Passed like the lightning o'er a shroud,
Where lieth a dead heart, once too proud.
His bright eye blazed, but soon was dim-
What was that little book to him?
It was the Constitution of his land!
The writing writ with Glory's hand—
The words that freedom's self had spoken !
And her strong pledges had been broken;
Tyrants had trode upon the page,
With iron heel and furious rage-
And many a bloody hand had spilt,
O'er its white leaves, a flood of guilt,

By those who should have rather stood
Knee-deep in streams of their own blood,
Than seen that little book defaced--
Its bright and hallowed truths disgraced,

Thus Junius thought, and as his mind Swept forth like some dark tempest wind, Pondering o'er deeds of fearful shame, He cast a shadow o'er his name,

And vowed that none should ever know
The man who was the tyrant's foe.
He wrote-and people felt,
Before the throne at which they knelt,
A sudden tremor seize their hearts,
As spells flash through like fiery darts.
They read a language eloquent
They heard a voice above them sent-
They saw a bright eye on them cast,
And a proud figure hurry past,

An unsheathed sword within his hand-
And on his brow, so pale and grand,
They saw a world of written fire,
And as they gazed, it mounted higher.
'Twas Junius !-not the living man,
But his great writings, better than
A thousand leaping falchions bright,
To wage the war in Freedom's right.
He moved among them like a thing
That travels on untiring wing-
All wizard-like, and mystical,
With magic voice, and musical.
He breathed upon the palaced lord,
And to the monarch spoke one word;
And king and baron stood in awe
Of the great pen of truth and law.
Saint of the free, brave spirit, say,
How did thy heart so nobly stay
The ocean-current nature prest
In lava waves against thy breast,
To win thy pride, to tell thy name,
To link it with eternal fame ?
How did thy bosom beat with dread, ̈,
To think, when it was cold and dead,
That many tongues would slander thee,
Thou soul of Truth and Liberty?
Locked in thy heart the secreet died.
And when the tear was o'er thee dried-
When the black velvet on thee swept-
When wife, a father, children wept--
When cold thy brow, and still thy blood,
And friends around thy coffin stood,
Did any know that he, then cold,
Once had a heart so bright and bold?
Who knew the secret, mighty shade?
None !-neither to father, wife, nor maid,
Did thy tongue syllable the story;
No scrap can break the mystic glory!
Thy bones have mingled with the sod,
Thy soul is with the hosts of God;
But oh! thy writings, they have spread
Like sunbeams o'er the mountains head.

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Where'er the wind of heaven blows-
Where'er the ocean ebbs and flows-
Wherever flags have fanned the breeze,
And navies rode the trembling seas,
Around the deep-around the land,
E'en where the wrecks shall strew the strand,
Some gallant heart shall be to tell
How once of yore, with mighty spell,
One man alone, while thunder roared,
And every giant threat was poured,
By king and chief, upon his car,

Spoke for the people without fear-
Dared, while the lightning round him streamed-
Dared, while the bravo's poniard gleamed,

And all the land was full of dread,

To stand alone with unbowed head,
And pour his notes of freedom forth,}
To rouse and liberate the earth.
The Roman Brutus, who first bore
The name thou'st hallowed evermore,
By his one deed of bloody right
Preserved it from oblivion's night;
But thou, adopting it as thine,
O'er world's to come will make it shine!

LONDON FASHIONS FOR THE MONTH

THE fine summer weather which we have seen so little of during the months that we had a right to expect it, seems to have returned to us in autumn, for though half-season dresses are in a majority, they are by no means exclusively adopted as to bonnets; they are still, with very few exceptions, of the summer kind. Rice straw and crape are still predominant for the public promenade, and the open form called the Pamela, is the only one seen. We may cite among the prettiest of those that have recently appeared, some composed of bright yellow crape, with the interior of the brim bouillonned with tulle of a lighter shade. and the little tufts of blue china asters attached at the brides. A very pretty wreath composed of three cordons of the same flowers is turned in a spiral direction round the bottom of the crown. We may cite also several chapeaux of rice straw, decorated with wreaths of roses, each flower being of a different shade of red; and some of Italian straw, trimmed with spotted willow feathers, the spots being all of various shades of the same colour. We have seen them in blue, red, and green.

The demi-saison chapeaux and capotes that have appeared, are either Italian straw, silk, or in a few instances satin; but the latter appear slowly. The Italian straw chapeaux are trimmed with ribbons of darker hues than those adopted in the spring; they are striped with narrow velvet stripes; a boquet of velvet flowers to correspond, or a single ostrich feather, straw colour, but shaded with th colour of the ribbons, completes the trimmings. Silk chapeaux are usually o

full hues, as gold colour, deep bluc, and rose. They are trimmed with satin ribbons to correspond, striped as we have just said with velvet, and velvet flowers or black lace. The latter is a good deal employed, and is arranged in such a manner with ribbon, as to have a very dressy effect. The capote form is mostly that employed for satin; we have seen some of the drawn shape of white satin, the crown encircled with a wreath of oak leaves in various shades of green, and the trimming completed by satin ribbon shaded in white and green. Some of pink satin have the material laid on plain, and are trimmed with a lace lappet tastefully intermingled with sprigs of geranium, the ends of the lappet forming floating brides.

Lace scarfs and shawls, and also muslin mantelets, arc still seen in public promenade dress, but they are rapidly giving way to velvet mantes, cashmere scarfs, and silk mantelets, lightly wadded, and of a large size. We have seen some very rich square silk shawls, of a large size, and a most substantial fabric, with beautiful borders; they seem to us admirably calculated for the early part of autumn, but we cannot yet say how far they will become fashionable.

The pelisse robe retains its vogue for the promenade; the corsages are always high, and we observe that close ones increase in favour. Silks are the only materials adopted for those of the half-season kinds, but when the weather permits we still see light robes in the promenade, particularly those of barège; they do not, however, afford any novelty, nor indeed, could any be expected at this time of the year; but the autumnal silks being of dark grounds, frequently figured in full colours, (as for instance, black and orange, brown and red, &c.) are novel in appearance, though not exactly in make. We have seen several of these robes made with the back seamed up each side and in the centre, and forming a sharp but not deep point at the bottom: the front is very deeply pointed. If the corsage is close, it is ornamented, as is each side of the skirt, with brandebourgs; if it is open, with a lappel, the lappel descends en V about half way down the front of the corsage, and is trimmed with a quilling of narrow satin ribbon corresponding with the colour in which the silk is figured. The long tight sleeve has a cleft mancheron and cuff, both bordered to correspond.

Jackets continue to be worn both in promenade and half-dress, but in the latter they are not made deep. Fancy trimming will be this season more in favour even than the last. Several of the new half-dress robes are decorated with it, as well as those worn in négligé. Several new galoons have recently appeared for the latter; they are flat, but wrought in a new style of open work, to distinguish them from common trimmings. Brandebourgs and buttons are also very much employed; the latter are still made of an enormous size, and have, in our opinion, a very bad effect; but we, who are fashion's ministers,

SOVEREIGN.

must not presume to give her laws; for be it remembered, she is an ABSOLUTE Those trimmings that have already appeared for half-dress robes are really beautiful. The dentelles guipures of different widths, and of various colours, a variety of fringes, tassels, and net-works, show a degree both of taste and of invention that we could hardly have expected to find in garnitures of that description. Fashionable colours are Pomona green, and some other shades of green, several full shades of red, yellow, and fawn-colour, deep blue, grey, and brown.

PARIS FASHIONS FOR THE MONTH.

Although we are now entering what is usually called the dead season, the toilettes of our élégantes, both in the country and at the watering places, seem to partake more of the airy elegance of summer than of the quiet comfort that usually characterises autumnal dress. It is true, the early morning toilette is decidedly of the half-scason kind; a lavender coutil robe, or a quiet silk one with a velvet scarf, black silk mantelet, or not unfrequently a cashmere shawl; the chapeau alone is of the summer kind, and that continues to be the large gipsy hat that we described some months ago; but its trimming is no longer flowers, but a broad velvet ribbon, or one of an autumnal kind.

But the public promenade toilette, is generally speaking, of a much lighter kind. We see frequently muslin mantelets, and even some that are not lined with silk, worn over barège or summer silk robes. Some of these of the usual form, but exceedingly novel in their style of trimming, have recently appeared; they are bordered with point d'Alençon, surmounted by a rose, orblue satin ribbon passed through, letting in lace, which is laid on at regular distances, so that the ribbon appears alternately plain or shaded by the laces. We should observe that this elegant mantelet is equally in favour for demi-toilette as for the public promenade. The same may be said of an envelope called a visite, of a form between the mantle and the camail, but much smaller than either. They were introduced in the summer, both in silk, and muslin lined with silk, but they were soon apparently laid aside; now however they have re-appeared, both in silk and muslin; the former are of rich, changeable taffetas well suited for autumn, and trimmed either with black lace or a rich kind of fringe called point d'esprit. The muslin ones are lined with rose, peach blossom, or gold coloured florences. and trimmed with lace, headed sometimes by a narrow chicorie ruche of ribbon to correspond with the lining.

The only decided noveltics in half season scarfs and mantelets that have yet appeared, are some of the former in velvet lined with sarsenet, and very lightly wadded the novelty consists only in the material and trimming, which is always